Date: Wed, 20 Aug 2014 11:16:35 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 221  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 221
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: "I hate your guts, man."  The handsome but homophobic
Forest Ranger had fallen under the spell of Randy's magnetic sexuality,
then staggered away in disgust.  But he returns for more and Randy
initiates him into the world of man-on-man sex.  "Impaled on the merciless
cock the rugged top-man was begging for more as the wild gypsy ramrodded
the ranger's virgin ass in a ferocious contest of alpha males."

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

Chapter 221 – "Initiation"

Randy and Zack had taken their boys, Pablo and Darius, up to their secret
spot by the lake, high in the Angeles National Forest above Los Angeles.
They had some issues to sort out between them that had involved lots of
talk, climaxing in heavy man-sex as a way of diffusing their frustrations
and resentments.

As usual sex had done the trick, even dealing with an unwelcome visitor who
had blown in like a lion and stumbled away like a confused puppy.  With the
excitement over, calm was restored and Randy and Pablo were at the water's
edge, disentangling the fishing tackle, getting it ready for the next spin
on the lake.  Zack and Darius were standing in shallow water skimming
stones over the glassy surface of the water.

Suddenly Zack heard a sound and looked up at the beach.  "Well what d'ya
know?" he said softly.  The other three followed his gaze and stared in awe
at the tall, shirtless Forest Ranger standing under the trees, his shirt
hanging from his hand at his side, the sun playing through the leaves over
the muscles of his bare chest.

Their visitor was back.

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

The ranger had earlier appeared on the scene as the men were relaxing lying
naked on the beach, watching their boys work up a head of steam giving them
great blow jobs.  To some men the sight of the swarthy gypsy and the black
muscle-hunk getting their dicks sucked would have been a turn-on.  But not
to Ranger Petersen, who was not only arrogant and coldly authoritarian but
aggressively homophobic, describing their conduct as obscene, disgusting
and illegal.

A rugged blond in his late twenties or early thirties he was vain about his
good looks and muscular physique and had boasted of hanging out with his
drinking buddies, picking up girls and fucking their brains out.  Randy, of
course, saw this macho stud as a challenge, a challenge to his powers of
seduction ... and Randy loved a challenge.

He had subdued the ranger and subjected him to an elaborate mind-fuck,
making him watch as Randy ramrodded the ass of his boy, Pablo.  While he
watched, mesmerized, Pablo had sucked his dick until he was begging, "Yeah,
oh yeah, I wanna cum, man.  Let me cum..."

When it was over and the ranger had regained his senses Randy suggested he
stay for a beer, but the degraded man had snarled, "Go to hell, man.  I
hate your fucking guts.  Fuck you all."

He stumbled through the forest back to his truck and heaved himself in.
Slumped in his seat he took many deep breaths, steeling himself to banish
the gypsy's image from his mind.  But as he stared blankly through the
windshield he imagined himself back there, staring into the steel blue
eyes, watching the gorgeous body pile-driving his boy, muscles flexing,
gleaming with sweat.  What was the boy feeling – what was it like to
have this gypsy's huge prick in his ass?  He struggled to shake that
haunting image from his mind – and failed.

He could smell the man, his beery breath, his sweat, his cum that the gypsy
had blasted over his face and chest.  He could hear him again ... "You
wanna shoot, man?"  "Yeah, oh yeah, I wanna cum, man.  Let me
cum... Aaagh!" and he felt again the gypsy's semen pouring over his chest.
He ran his hand over his chest, spreading the hot juice over it, sticking
his fingers into his mouth, tasting his cum ... his own cum!

He groaned out loud as he realized he had pulled out his own cock and
busted his load over himself, fantasizing about the man who had made him
shoot, wondering what a guy felt like getting his ass ramrodded like the
gypsy had pounded his boy.

"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck."  He slammed his hands down on the steering wheel
in anger, confusion and frustration.  "Gotta get out of here."  He gunned
the truck that skidded in the gravel and took off, bouncing over the track
until it reached the highway.  Which way, now, buddy – right or left
Come on man?  Where you going?  Which direction ...?  There was only one
place.  The ranger yanked the wheel and spun the truck round in a U-turn.

The arrogant chief ranger, normally so authoritative and self-assured, a
confident macho stud, had lost his balance.  In fact, he was a mess.  All
he could see before him were those defiant blue eyes in the stubbled gypsy
face ... and the ecstatic glow on his boy's face as he felt his master's
dick piston inside him.  What could it feel like...?

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

And now here he was, back again.  The group was stunned into silence –
all except Randy who took it all in stride as if he had expected this.
Which, of course, he had.  He marched up the beach toward the tense ranger
and said jovially, "Hey, Pete, good to see ya."  He came close and gazed at
the ranger with a satisfied smile.  "I been keeping that beer on ice for
you."

Once again the ranger felt himself being drawn into the pools of those
limpid blue eyes.  "You knew I would come back, didn't you?" he said
weakly.

"Pretty much," Randy said, his dark, handsome face crinkling in a grin.
"And I'm pretty sure I know what you came back for – and it wasn't
beer."

"You son-of-a-bitch," the ranger said softly.

"Yeah, I get that a lot," Randy laughed.  "But whatever you call me, we
still got a lot of ground to cover, buddy ... I can call you buddy, right?
See we're gonna get real close, man, mighty close actually.  And I think
you're about ready.  Do you think you're ready, chief?"

"Damn you, man.  You know I am."

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

Zack was fully aware of what was happening – he knew Randy well in all
his moods, his need to dominate a man, especially this homophobic prick who
had insulted the boys and threatened them with arrest.

"Hey, guys," Zack said quietly to the boys, "Randy probably needs a few
minutes alone with this guy."  Pablo and Darius exchanged knowing smiles.
"So why don't we finish up sorting out these fishing lines and earn that
beer that's coming to us?"

All three hovered over the boat working in silence, their attention and
their ears focused on the conversation they could overhear not far away
where the two men sat on the sand facing each other, Randy wearing only
ragged shorts, Petersen shirtless in his uniform pants and boots.  Actually
the conversation was wordless at first, conducted with the language of the
eyes.  Randy's confident blue eyes gazed serenely at the ranger who
faltered nervously, trying to tear his eyes away but failing as if he were
hypnotized.

Randy knew he had complete control over this ruggedly handsome man and the
ranger knew it too.  He was bewitched by the macho gypsy with his chiseled
features, long black hair, a muscled body that wouldn't quit ... and those
eyes, those damned eyes.  Petersen made a clumsy attempt to cover the
growing bulge in his pants.

Randy glanced down at the man's crotch and grinned, "Ah, don't worry about
that, Pete ... I get that a lot from guys.  I consider it a compliment."

Shit ... the ranger clenched his jaw ... the sheer arrogance of this man
... he was so fucking sure of himself, so sure he would come back.
Petersen's anger smoldered inside him, mixed with ... he didn't know what,
or at least wouldn't dare admit it to himself.  But he had to know
something ... "How..." his throat was dry and he cleared it ... "how did
you know I would come back?"

Randy settled back, enjoying himself, milking the situation.  He got off on
having a tough, alpha male like this one in his power, eating out of his
hand.  And he had done it without swinging a fist.

"How did I know you'd come back?" he said in his deep Texan drawl.  "OK,
I'll tell you a story, Pete.  Some time back when I was still just a
transient construction worker with a wife back in Texas, I was having a
drink in a shabby bar on Hollywood Boulevard.  After a long day's work I
must've looked fucking raunchy and smelt worse.

"Anyway, this dude came into the bar, tall, dark, preppy-looking in jeans
and white T-shirt, a face like Superman and built like a brick shithouse.
He was running away from a bad marriage up north, on his way to Tijuana.
We looked at each other and ..."  His voice trailed off into memory and his
cock stiffened in his shorts.  "Anyway, long story short, he ended up
crashing for a few hours in the room I had at a rat-hole motel round the
corner ... Room 14 ..."  His words trailed off again.

"It was just to sleep for a couple of hours, then he'd move on.  Only one
bed but hell we were both regular guys, both had wives for Christ sake.
The guy fell into a deep sleep, but I guess he was dreaming or something
and, well, he kinda touched me in his sleep.  Made me angry as hell and I
beat the shit out of him, tied him up, whipped him.  I went way over the
top but there was just something about the guy that scared me and I soon
had this fucking Superman shackled naked to the wall."  The ranger felt his
cock getting hard despite himself.

"Went on for a day or two, him begging me to stop and let him go, me
thinking up new ways of torturing the big stud.  Gotta say, he looked damn
hot in bondage pleading that he couldn't take anymore.  Well, in the end I
went out to work and left the door unlocked.  When I got back he was gone.
I was relieved ... but I couldn't get the fucker out of my mind.  I looked
at the wall and imagined him shackled to it, saw that spectacular body and
gorgeous square-jawed face.

I tried to forget him – even tried one of my regular fucks with the
barmaid but that didn't work and she stormed out.  I was kinda lost, lying
on the bed gazing at the wall, when there was a knock at the door.  I
thought it was the barmaid come back, but when I opened the door there he
was.  The guy had come back for more.  Our eyes met and it must have been
at that moment we both knew he would never leave me again."

There was a long silence as Randy and the ranger both mulled the story
over, with Randy back in the motel gazing into Bob's deep brown eyes.

But Randy hadn't told this story just to take a walk down memory lane.  For
a rugged street fighter, prone to sudden fits of anger and lashing out with
his fists, Randy was also expert at working on a guy's mind.  He was part
caveman, part mind-fucker.

He knew he was going to fuck this arrogant alpha stud up the ass, but he
had to soften him up first.  If the ranger saw him only as a musclebound
gypsy with a huge dick it wouldn't work – except by brute force.  The
man had to want it, and seeing Randy as a man with feelings rather than
just a macho fuck machine would help.  And it was working.

"What was the guy's name?" Petersen asked quietly.

"Not was ... is.  His name is Bob, the most beautiful man on earth –
inside and out – and we've lived together ever since."  He caught a
gleam in the ranger's eye and his voice hardened.  "And he's mine – he
belongs to me," he blurted out petulantly.  "In the unlikely event you ever
get to meet him you remember that, pal.  He belongs to me, got it?"

The gypsy's sudden, irrational flash of anger startled the ranger.  The man
is incredible, he thought, capable of violent rage, of torturing a
beautiful man, then falling in love with him – a love that seemed to
border on obsession.

The ranger's cock was now raging in his pants.  He had never wanted a man
before this – he'd never wanted anyone this much before, not like he
wanted this wild gypsy.  He felt dazed, weak, scared ... but he knew one
thing for certain ... he wanted to give himself to this man.

"Anyway," said Randy, jolting back to reality, "the reason I told you that
story was a just a long way round of answering your question.  Sure I knew
you'd come back.  If a man like Bob, the most beautiful man on earth, would
come back to me even after the way I'd tortured him, I knew you would.
Besides, that day when I opened the door to Bob there was a hungry look in
his eyes.  And that was the look in your eyes when you said you hated my
guts and stormed off."

"And you know why I came back too," said Pete.  "You know what I need,
don't you, man?"

"Of course I do."  Randy stood up, pulled the ranger to his feet and gazed
at him with those pale blue eyes and a hint of a smile.  "So let's do it,
big guy."

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

Let's do it, fine ... but what?

For once Randy didn't take the lead, gave Pete no cue.  He knew that if the
ranger was really going to get off on this he had to retain some of his
self-image as a top man.  Of course Randy could have dominated him, thrown
him on the ground and buried his cock in his ass in a classic Randy rough
fuck.  But the ranger was a proud, macho alpha male, the type Randy loved
to fuck (Bob being the supreme example).  He sure didn't want to emasculate
him.  Randy wanted a man!

But even though he didn't move a muscle, Randy was still in control.  As
Pete faced him in nervous uncertainty Randy knew how to give him
confidence.  He simply stared at him with those limpid blue eyes and their
hint of a smile, arrogance ... and lust.

Pete was startled by the idea that this man actually wanted him.  He had
half expected a brutal ass-fuck as a form of punishment, a way of Randy
proving his dominance.  But there was no hint of that in his eyes.  What
there was ... was desire.  It was this look that could seduce any man.
Like the mythological Medusa – any man who looked into her eyes would be
turned to stone.  Except with Randy it wasn't stone ... it was raw, rampant
lust.

And that's what Pete was feeling now as he was bewitched by that gypsy
face, the chiseled features, square, heavily stubbled jaw, and the long
black hair falling over his brow ... and those eyes ...  Everything except
that face faded away – the lake, the beach, the three men watching them
in awe, mesmerized by the sight as if they really had been turned to stone.
Until Darius jolted back to life and reached for his camera.

As the ranger stared at his face Randy's lips parted slightly, and any last
shreds of Pete's inhibition fell away.  Pulled forward by sheer sexual
magnetism Pete's face moved closer, closer, until their lips were touching.
The feeling was so intense that he jerked back as if from an electric
shock.  He stared at the face again for a second then clamped his hand
round Randy's head, yanked it toward him and kissed him with a frenzy that
allowed no other thought or feeling to come between them except raw, male
passion.

Surprised by this impulsive move Randy reciprocated – man on man, mouth
on ravenous mouth, their tongues probing, pressing together in mutual
exhilaration.  Whatever their motives had been before – eagerness,
reluctance or defiance – it was now pure lust that ruled the two rugged,
dominant men as their embrace became ever more frenzied.

Darius circled discreetly, focusing his camera closely on the two faces
locked together.  He was an expert at moving unnoticed around his subject,
but in any case Randy and Pete were so engrossed in each other that they
were oblivious of anything else.  Their mouths now formed an airtight seal
between them and their breathing was in sync, inhaling and exhaling the
same air between them, their bare chests pressed together, nipples rubbing
against each other.

Pete was on the verge of orgasm and Randy knew it so he pulled away
suddenly, leaving the ranger gasping, wild-eyed, spinning in a vortex of
newly discovered passion he could never have dreamed of.  His rigid cock
was dripping pre-cum and his eyes were begging Randy to consume him, to
dominate him by owning his ass.

But Randy had other ideas.  Before he made the man submit his ass to him he
had to teach this instinctively homophobic top-man the meaning of
masculinity, the real dynamic of one alpha male submitting to another.  He
was running his hands appreciatively over the ranger's chiseled features,
down his neck, over his broad shoulders and then the mounds of his chest,
rubbing the backs of his fingers over his nipples.

"Man," Randy breathed, "you are one hot stud, you know that?  I can see why
the ladies fall at your feet.  And I bet a lot of the guys who see you at
the gym go into the shower and jerk off thinking about you.  But you've met
your match in me, big guy, and you know it.  I'm gonna show you what it
takes to be a real man."

Pete held his breath.  This was the moment, he was sure – the moment he
had fantasized about, where the big gypsy would pick him up bodily, throw
him scornfully to the ground and push that monster dick into his ass.

But he was wrong.

Still stroking the ranger's muscular body Randy was saying, "You're the
kind of man who should be admired, Pete ... worshipped."  At first Pete
couldn't believe what was happening as Randy sank slowly to his knees,
running his hands down the length of the rangers body, from his chest, over
his waist, over the bulge in his pants and down over his legs to his boots.
Then he wrapped his arms round Pete's thigh, feeling the muscles ripple
under the uniform pants as he pressed his stubbled cheek against the rough
fabric.

In any other context this would be a ritual act of humiliation and
surrender.  But Pete knew that it was nothing of the kind – no
humiliation, no surrender – not from this man.  In paying homage to a
man with this gesture Randy lost not one ounce of his masculinity.  On the
contrary, it reinforced his image as an indisputably dominant male, so sure
of himself he could kneel before a man in admiration, so confident in his
sexuality he could even ...

`No,' Pete thought – `surely not – not that...  Randy pulled away
from the ranger's leg and gazed up at him.  He stared into his eyes while
he unzipped the uniform pants and pulled out the man's rock-hard uncut
dick.  Wordlessly Randy licked the protruding tip, then pulled back the
foreskin and closed his mouth round the exposed head, pursing his lips,
hearing the man moan loudly above him.  Then he pulled back, gazed up at
Pete with a lascivious smile ... and plunged his face forward, taking the
ranger's shaft into his mouth and deep down into his throat.

"Aaaah!"  The ranger groaned in ecstasy, fire shooting from his cock and
consuming his whole body.  His cock had been sucked many times by women,
and even once recently by the boy Pablo, but never anything like this.
This man knew what it felt like to get sucked off and knew exactly what he
was doing now.  It was an other-worldly sensation like none Pete had ever
felt before.

He looked down at the wild, macho gypsy, the rugged face, the stubbled jaw
locked open as the long rod drove into his mouth, the muscular top-man
swallowing another man's dick ... and Pete had another revelation.  He knew
that somewhere buried deep inside him a core fantasy had always lurked of a
dominant, powerful alpha male getting brutally topped by another.  As he
saw the gypsy on his knees sucking his cock the ranger's mind went back to
the revenge fantasy he had had earlier of what he would do to this man –
though now it was not revenge – it was lust.

In this fantasy he would strip the macho gypsy naked, tie him up
spread-eagled and whip that magnificent body, watching the lash bounce off
the muscles of his chest, his abs and his back.  He would whip that huge
cock and his naked ass.  He would drive his cock into his ass, break him,
humiliate him until that spectacular body writhed in agony and he screamed
for mercy and surrendered to the ranger.  He would see the king of the
gypsies, his broken body hanging limp, shackled to the wall, whimpering
over and over, `I submit, sir ...  I submit..."

In beaten submission the gypsy would kneel before him, have his jaw forced
open and a cock rammed into his mouth.  Pete looked down and saw that same
man in the flesh on his knees, tears flowing from his eyes as a long shaft
pistoned into his mouth, slamming against the back of his throat.  The
ranger's mind was racing and in his delirium the roles were suddenly
reversed – the gypsy was on top.  It was the ranger's own mouth getting
pounded, his own naked body spread-eagled at the mercy of the savage gypsy
... his own ass getting hammered by the massive gypsy cock.

He, the handsome, athletic forest ranger was at the mercy of the gypsy and
he could feel his cock pounding his ass.  "Yeah," he yelled, "fuck me, man,
fuck my ass ... let me feel that club reaming my ass, man ... It's gonna
make me cum ... Fuck me, man ... Fuck me ... aaagh!..."  His body convulsed
as his cock exploded in the gypsy's mouth.  He looked down in disbelief at
the dark, stubbled face, the neck throbbing as he swallowed stream after
stream of his semen.

Suddenly Randy pulled his mouth free and leapt to his feet.  He grabbed
Pete's head and locked their mouths together, sharing the warm bitter-sweet
juice, Randy forcing the ranger to swallow his own cum.  When they
separated the ranger was moaning desperately, "Please man, you gotta fuck
my ass.  I need it so bad.  I'm begging you, man.  Fuck me ... Please."

Randy grinned with satisfaction.  At last he had him.  This is what he
wanted – total submission.  The arrogant, macho stud ranger was begging
to get his ass fucked by the gypsy who, unbelievably, had vanquished him by
sucking his cock.  OK, so that's what he'd get.

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

Randy smiled at Pete, put his palm on his chest and with a sudden shove
sent the ranger sprawling on the ground on his back.  Randy dropped his
shorts and stood astride him naked, his arms folded across his chest, a
homoerotic icon of sexual dominance.  Pete gazed up at the swarthy,
powerful muscle-god, at the massive horse-dick swinging between his legs
and he gulped hard.  He croaked huskily, "I gotta feel that in my ass, sir.
Please ..."

"You, boy," Randy shouted to the spellbound Pablo.  "Get Ranger Petersen
ready."  Randy liked to add a touch of ritual sacrifice when he was about
to tame a virgin ass.

"Yes, sir," the boy said, scrambling forward and dropping to his knees at
the ranger's feet.  Quickly he unlaced the heavy work boots and pulled them
off, then the socks.  Pete's cock was already out of his fly, hard again
despite his orgasm in Randy's mouth.  Pablo leaned forward, unbuckled his
belt pulled his pants and his shorts down and tossed them aside.  He stood
up and all four men gazed down at the muscular blond ranger, seeing him
naked for the first time.

"Now that is one hell of a stud, man," Zack said.  "Look at that chiseled
face, athletic physique – the star of his gym I'll bet.  The big hunk is
a hit with the ladies alright, but right now I'd say he's yours, buddy –
all yours."

Randy didn't look up at Zack or the boys – he had eyes only for the man
lying on the ground, arms stretched up above his head on the hot sand.
Noting this Pablo asked, "The stakes, sir?"

"Yeah, boy.  Why not."  Pablo ran to the truck and brought back two short
wooden stakes and pieces of rope.  Expertly he hammered the stakes into the
sand, and began to tie the ropes round the ranger's wrists.  Pete realized
what was happening and a stab of fear seized him.  "No, man," he gasped, "I
can't take that man, I don't want..."  His voice died in his throat as
Randy's eyes flashed in anger.

"You want me to fuck your ass don't you?"  Pete nodded helplessly.  "Right,
well this is the only way.  This is the way I work."

The ranger's naked body was now spread-eagled on the sand, wrists tied to
the stakes, and he instinctively pulled at his restraints.  He was scared
... and exhilarated.  For the first time in his life he was entirely at the
mercy of another man ... a man who was about to fuck his ass.

Randy loved to torment a man.  "Beer," he said and Pablo hurried to bring
him one from the cooler.  Swigging beer with one hand and running the palm
of his other hand down the length of his cock he strode around the helpless
ranger staked out on the sand, never taking his eyes off him.  Pete stared
up at the cock swinging down from the mass of black pubic hair and the huge
balls as the naked gypsy walked round him, evaluating him, tormenting him,
planning how to invade his ass.  The ranger had never wanted anyone more
than he now craved this man.

Randy always got off watching a hot man struggle in bondage so he said,
"Try to get free, stud."  The ranger looked over his shoulder at his bound
wrists and yanked hard, twisting his body, groaning as he writhed on the
hot sand.  "That's it, man," Randy grinned, "a hell of a fucking turn-on.
Look what you're doing to me, mother fucker."

Randy stood, legs astride, looking down at the struggling man.  He took his
hand off his cock and ran the cold beer bottle over his own hard nipples,
inhaling sharply as it sent jolts of pleasure through him ... and down to
his cock.  He focused on the handsome face, grimacing with effort, and the
sight made his cock stir.  Once in motion the cock grew slowly ... rising
up, harder and harder until it was standing straight out, long and thick
like a power pole.

Seeing the massive shaft Pete instinctively clenched his ass.  He tried to
imagine the cock in his ass and a wave of panic swept over him.  He
couldn't do it, he had to get free and he struggled with renewed urgency,
not in obedience to Randy now but in real fear of what would happen to him.

Fear was good, Randy thought and dropped to his knees between the ranger's
legs.  He grabbed his ankles and pushed his legs up high, seeing the
ranger's asshole for the first time.  "Jesus Christ, that's tight," he
said.  `Course it is – that's right, you've never had it opened up by a
cock before."  He shook his head.  "Not often that a virgin ass gets broken
in by a rod as big as mine, buddy ... might hurt a tad."  He shouted, "Hey,
boy - lube"

Again Pablo hurried to do his master's bidding, rummaged in his backpack,
pulled out a tub of lube and placed it open at Randy's side.  Randy pushed
three fingers into the thick grease and pressed them against the ranger's
hole.  He pushed his middle finger inside and said, "Shit, you are one
tight-assed mother-fucker.  Gotta lube you up good."  He massaged the hot,
velvet membrane inside, then eased in another finger, then another,
expertly relaxing the clenched ass muscles as the ranger's head rolled from
side to side with a mix of pleasure and pain.

Randy pulled his fingers out and pressed the head of his cock lightly
against Pete's greased up hole.  He stared at him with his hypnotic eyes.
"This is it, buddy.  Something I wanted to do the minute you came through
those trees ... and I always take what I want.  I know you're scared, man –
first time always hurts, especially for a big top-man like you.  So you
really wanna feel this gypsy's big cock inside you, man?"

Despite his near panic the ranger heard himself say, "Yes, sir.  Fuck me,
sir."

Randy slowly pushed against the sphincter, harder and harder until suddenly
the head of his cock slid over the sphincter and inside the ass.  The
reaction was instantaneous.  "No!" the ranger screamed, pulling desperately
at his staked wrists.  "I can't take it ... The pain in my ass ...!  Pull
out, man ... pull out.  I can't take your cock ... Pull out...!

Randy's eyes blazed at this rejection.  "Fuck you, man," he yelled.  "No
man ever says no to me.  You begged for my fucking cock and you're gonna
take it.  Now...!"  He plunged his massive shaft down the ranger's chute,
deeper and deeper until it slammed against the back of his ass.

"Aaaghh!"  The ranger's scream echoed across the lake, his eyes opened wide
with terror ... and he blacked out.  There was silence for a few seconds
and then the eyes opened slowly, painfully.  "No," he groaned, "no ... I
can't ... the pain in my ass ... I can't get fucked man, please, I'm
begging you ... pull out, man."

"Look at me."  The anger was gone, the voice was soothing, hypnotic.  "Look
into my eyes, Pete."  The limpid blue eyes, the comforting voice and the
use of his name helped to alleviate the worst of the ranger's agony, though
his ass still felt it had been pierced with a red-hot iron.

"Pete, I'm inside you, my dick's inside your ass and I'm gonna take the
pain away.  Look at me, buddy, take deep breaths, that's it, relax ... feel
my cock inside your ass.  There, that's it ... that feel good?"

The ranger allowed himself to succumb entirely to the gypsy's seductive
power and slowly the pain diminished.  He breathed deeply and as the pain
faded it was replaced by ... by ... it was indescribable.  This spectacular
man, this rugged, muscle-god gypsy, was looming over him ... and his cock
was inside his ass ... inside his ass!  It felt incredible, sensational, as
flames from the furnace of his ass shot through his entire body.  For the
first time in his life he was giving himself to another man.

The feel of the thick shaft pulsing in his ass was going to make him cum,
he knew it and his breathing became ragged.  But suddenly the cock jerked
back slightly and a new stab of pain forestalled his orgasm.

"You don't shoot, man," came the deep voice.  "When I fuck a man he doesn't
bust his load until I say he can – until he feels my jism pouring in his
ass.  See, man, this is not just a dick in a man's ass.  I'm gonna fuck you
man, I'm gonna make love to you.  You OK with that?  You wanna feel my hot
jizz in your ass?"

"Yes, sir.  Please, sir ... Fuck my ass."  Slowly, gently Randy pulled his
cock back and Pete moaned in ecstasy.  When the head was straining against
the sphincter, Pete panicked, thinking it was about to pull out.  But Randy
paused, then pushed in again and saw the smile of ecstasy in the ranger's
eyes as the head buried itself deep inside him.  Wanting to feel the cock
more acutely Pete clenched his ass muscles round it and moaned with
exhilaration.

"That's it, man," Randy grinned.  "You're a natural.  Now I'm gonna make
love to your ass."

"Please, sir.  Please let me touch you, sir."

Randy reached forward and with one pull on each of the ropes released his
hands.  As Randy began the long, slow, endless caress of his ass, Pete
reached up and ran his hands over the rock-hard slabs of his chest, his
abs, his shoulder and neck and up to the face.  His cock jolted as he felt
the rough stubble over his jaw.

Then he reached down to his crotch, past his own balls and touched the
greasy cock sliding into his hole.  He pressed two fingers astride the cock
as it pumped inside him.  Finally both of his hands reached down and pulled
his ass cheeks wider, inviting the long rod to fill his ass.  "Fuck me
hard, man.  Fuck me like you fuck your man.  Give it to me like you give it
to him ... like I'm your man."

"You asked for it, buddy," Randy grinned.  "I started nice and easy but I
knew you'd want it rough, you're that kind of guy.  OK, stud, here it
comes."  Randy pulled back, then rammed in hard, launching one of his
legendary, savage gypsy fucks.  "Aaagh!" Pete howled as the rod pistoned
into his ass.  There was pain, sure, but the kind of pain where a man wants
more ... and he got it.

Once Randy's testosterone reached its peak there was no stopping him.  He
became a fuck-machine, pile-driving the man's ass with his massive tool.
Impaled on the merciless cock Pete was flying in a world of rugged man sex,
one stud hammering the ass of another in a ferocious union of alpha males.
Randy let go Pete's legs and fell on top of him, chest grinding against
chest, mouth against mouth.

Still pounding his ass Randy threw his arms upward and pressed his armpit
over the ranger's face.  Pete inhaled and choked on the taste and smell of
the gypsy's stinking pit, the tangle of wet black hair, the rancid smell of
armpit sweat.  He was suffocating on the stench when suddenly Randy pulled
back and his wild eyes blazed down at him.  "Welcome to my world, big guy."

He yanked one of the ranger's legs over, his ass spinning on his cock as he
was forced onto his stomach.  Randy pulled his cock out and yelled, "Let me
see that ass, ranger.  Give it to me."  On his belly, the ranger pushed the
white globes of his ass high in the air and shouted, "Take it, man –
it's yours."

The shaft plunged in again, pile-driving the ass harder than ever.  The
ranger crawled forward in an instinctive impulse to escape the rod in his
ass but Randy reached forward and pulled him back until he was kneeling
straight up, his back against Randy's chest.  Randy slid his arms under his
armpits and locked his hands round the back of his neck in a tight full
nelson.

They were facing Zack and the boys – and it was a spectacular sight.
The naked ranger, his face and chest caked with sand, was on his knees, his
arms trapped and spread wide in a merciless wrestling hold, his ass still
getting jack-hammered from behind by the gypsy.  Randy was triumphant.
"How's he look, guys?  Feast your eyes on the sight of a stud Forest Ranger
stripped naked and getting his ass ploughed by a gypsy.  Hey, you wanna
take a look, big guy?'

Maintaining the full nelson hold Randy hauled them both up on their feet
and pushed the ranger over to the truck under the trees.  He forced him to
look at his own reflection in the big window of the truck, with the gypsy's
face over his shoulder, still ramming his ass.  "See him, man, that hot
stud ranger getting his ass fucked for the first time in his life.  Looks
hot, eh?  Show him, man."

Randy pushed the ranger's face against the glass, against his own
reflection, and in a daze Pete found himself kissing the handsome face of
the man in the mirror, the man getting his ass ploughed.  "That's it, stud,
now look at the gypsy face behind you.  He's the man you begged to fuck
your ass and he's pounding your virgin hole with his massive cock.  You
feel it?  You wanna feel his hot jizz pouring into your ass, man?  You want
me to let you shoot your load?"

"Yes, sir," Pete screamed.  "I can't take any more ...you're cock is so
fucking huge ... I gotta cum ... please, sir ... let me cum."

Randy yanked him round, away from the truck so they were standing facing
the other guys, the ranger on helpless display in a full nelson hold, his
trapped arms stretched out to the sides, his beautiful body jerking forward
with each brutal thrust of the gypsy's cock.  "Here it comes, men," Randy
yelled, "this is how you break in the virgin ass of a top-man.  Come on,
Pete ... feel that gypsy spunk in your ass and show them how a real man
submits.  Here it comes ...

"Aaagh!"  They screamed in unison as the ranger felt hot liquid pouring
deep inside him and his own cock erupted in a ribbon of semen that shot
across the beach and was swallowed up by the hot sand.  Randy lifted him
up, his feet off the ground, so he was hanging from Randy's arms, impaled
on his cock ... the captive ranger writhing in pain and ecstasy as he shot
streams of juice at the feet of the spectators watching spellbound.

As Pete's body went limp Randy let it slide off his cock and fall onto the
ground on his back.  Randy was stoked, racing with adrenaline and
testosterone and he grinned at Zack.  "OK, my friend, he's all yours."  In
a daze the ranger saw the naked black bodybuilder tower over him and he
groaned weakly, "No ... no more ... my ass can't take any more..."

"It can take whatever I say it can take," Randy said.  "I own your ass, you
said so, so I'm loaning it out to my buddy and our boys.  We share
everything, especially something as tempting as your ass.  Look their
lining up for it."

And so Randy stood watching, his arms folded across his chest, while the
man he had tamed was fucked in turn by his buddies, by Zack, Pablo and even
by Darius's ten inches of prime beef.  He blacked out momentarily several
times, but each time his opened his eyes he found himself gazing up at
Randy and he clenched his jaw, determined to show the boss he could take it
all – that he was worthy of him.

But at last the gang-fuck ended and the ranger lay exhausted on the ground,
his ass ravaged, his body twitching from the pounding he had taken He
looked up dazed at the men standing round him and heard Randy ask, "You
guys got a drop more jizz in those cocks?  I think we should give our new
friend here one last little gift to remember us by, don't you?"

They all grabbed their cocks and pumped them.  The sight of the handsome
ranger, his exhausted body stretched out naked on the sand, was so erotic
that in a few minutes, with shouts of triumph, they shot their very last
load of cum.  As Pete saw the streams of juice pouring down on him,
smothering his face and body in semen, he opened his mouth and swallowed
hard, gulp after gulp.  The ranger grabbed his own cum-soaked cock and
howled as he blasted a final load of jism high in the air, watched by the
men who had just gang fucked his virgin ass.

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

When their heartbeats subsided Randy pulled the ranger off the ground, his
face and body caked with sand, sweat and semen, and raised Pete's arm up
high like a prize-fighter, to the cheers and whistles of the other guys.
Then he pulled him into a tight embrace and said, "Fucking awesome, man –
you were an epic fuck.  How's your ass feel, buddy?"

"Feels incredible.  That was ... you were ..."  Tears filled his eyes.  "I
think I love you, man."

Randy put his hands on Pete's shoulders and smiled into his eyes.  "Now
listen Pete.  You go back to your life with your good buddies and the girls
falling at your feet, and enjoy yourself like you always have.  Tonight you
go out drinking with your buddies."  He chuckled.  "Just don't let on to
them what you've been doing up here."

"You were having a great life before you met me and you will again.  What
we had up here is separate – and I gotta say real hot.  Now, I bring my
boy up here fishing a couple of times a month, and the next time I do I'll
give you a call and we can meet again – if you still want to.  Pete, I
don't wanna change your lifestyle, god forbid.  But it would be great to
see you again once in a while.... maybe play out a few of those fantasies I
know you have in your mind.  In the meantime, what you did with me you do
only with me, no-one else.  Got it?"

"Got it.  Thanks Randy ... you're one hell of a guy."

After a swim to clean up, the boys helped Pete to dry off, tending to him
respectfully as if they were his boys.  They helped him dress and there
were handshakes all round.  Pete gave Randy his cell number and in a final
hug Randy said, "See you again, stud.  Hey, next time I might even bring my
man Bob up here.  He'd get a kick out of meeting you."

"It would be an honor," Pete grinned.  And then he was gone.

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

Meanwhile, back in the city, another new friendship was taking shape.  And
this one too featured a blow-job – by young Eddie who, it was
universally acknowledged, was a master at sucking cock.  Except that this
one was different in one respect from any that came before.

Eddie, the junior houseboy, had met Brandon when he saw him struggling to
propel his wheelchair up the hill outside their house and he had helped him
push it up to his small apartment at the top of the hill.  Brandon had come
from the grocery store and Eddie was impressed by the way he had whirled
his chair round the apartment, deftly putting away groceries in the fridge
and cabinets, nothing above head high.  The boy was obviously fiercely
independent.

He offered Eddie a beer and as Eddie sat facing him he was immediately
drawn to the eager, open face.  Direct and curious as ever Eddie had soon
got round to the subject of sex.  "Dude, you say your legs don't work but
what about the rest ... like ... what about your cock?"

Brandon roared with laughter.  "Shit, Eddie, you don't mess around, do you?
Cut right to the chase.  Well, no worries on that score – my dick's just
fine.  I cum all the time and shoot a lot of jizz – a regular gusher."

"Hey, that's what the guys always say about me," Eddie laughed.  "I can cum
over and over."  Then he furrowed his brow and asked with his typical
bluntness, "But ... I mean, how do you ... like ... what can you do?"

Brandon smiled and held out his right hand, curving it in a semi fist.
"See this, dude?  A guy's best friend, especially if his legs don't work.
I got the strongest wrist in town.  Hey, see that cupboard over there?
Open it."  Eddie was impressed.  "Wow, dude, that is intense."  He was
looking at the biggest collection of porn videos he had ever seen ... and
they were all male.  His peal of laughter rang round the room.  "A dude
after my own heart," he said.

They examined the collection together and Brandon said his favorites were
videos featuring big, handsome muscular guys – "you know, Tom Of Finland
types, especially guys in work clothes or uniforms – like construction
workers, leathermen, cops, firemen, that kind of thing."  I got a fireman's
calendar that I jack off to a lot.  Here it is, open it to August.  Eddie
found himself staring at his fireman friend Jason, but he didn't let on.
Too much too soon.

"But, dude," he said, "surely it doesn't always have to be one off the
wrist.  I can think of something else right away."  He grinned
conspiratorially.  "Listen dude, there's not much I'm good at except
cleaning house and working as a bar-back, but there was one thing I learned
in that bar sucking all those leather guys' dicks night after night.  Now
there I'm a real expert – all the guys say so."

Brandon's eyes gleamed.  "You mean you ... you would really do that?  You
wouldn't mind?"

"Mind?!  Hey don't sell yourself short, stud.  You're a hot looking dude,
great face and, with all that wheeling, a great upper body.  Plus I like
you – and I love sucking cock.  Hey, dude – you got the dick, I got
the mouth.  Bet you I can make you cum ... what ... three times at least?"

"You're on, dude," Brandon laughed and reached for the remote control.
"Nah, that's another thing," Eddie said.  "You won't need the videos.  I
guarantee."  Eddie pulled off his T-shirt, dropped his shorts and stood
naked in front of Brandon flexing his young muscles as he had seen Jason
and the other guys do to turn guys on.

"Wow, you're hot, dude," said Brandon, yanking open the buttons of his
shorts and pulling out his already rigid cock.  "And you're hung, man,"
Eddie laughed.  "Beating off so much must have lengthened your schlong.
Let the boy see the boner, dude."

In seconds Eddie was on his knees, bracing himself on the wheelchair, his
head bent forward and his mouth working Brandon's cock.  "Shit damn,"
Brandon gasped, "you are good.  Oh, man, it's never felt like this before."
Eddie pulled away and grinned.  "You ain't felt nothin' yet, dude.  Here,
bet this'll make you cum."  He slid his mouth over Brandon's cock, taking
it all the way down his throat ... and suddenly squeezed his throat muscles
and swallowed hard.

"Aah ...aah ... aaah," Brandon moaned, his cock shuddered and he blasted a
load of cum deep down Eddie's throat.  Eddie gulped it all down then raised
his head with a big smile, cum running down his chin.  "Told you," he
grinned, "Number One.  Wanna go for Number Two?"

"Wow, dude, that was intense.  Sure, see if you can make me cum again."
Eddie went to town, using all the tricks he had learned – and he had
many.  Soon Brandon was yelling, "I'm cumming again dude ... here it comes
..."  This time Eddie held all the jizz in his mouth, then kissed Brandon
and squirted it into his mouth.

They were both laughing now and Eddie said, "You're turn, kiddo."  He
pushed the chair back against the wall, stood over Brandon and braced his
hands on the wall behind him.  He pushed his hips forward, Brandon opened
his mouth and sucked in Eddie's stiff cock.  Eddie didn't hold back,
pounding his friend's face until he yelled, "Here it comes, dude.  Don't
spill a drop."  He shot a load down Brandon's throat and, as ordered, he
didn't spill a drop.

"This is way cool, man," Eddie gasped.  "OK, you say you're a gusher.  So
let's see what you got, boy."  Eddie fell to his knees and once more sucked
his friend's semi-hard dick.  It took a bit longer this time but Eddie was
determined and it paid off.  Brandon was yelling, "Way to go, dude ... I'm
cumming..."

The two young gushers were both laughing like crazy after their display of
sexual potency, and through his gasping breaths Brandon indicated a
cupboard where Eddie would find a towel.  But the top cupboard was empty
and Eddie found the towels lower down.  They cleaned up and Brandon got two
more beers from the fridge.

As they calmed down they got to talking some more and Eddie happened to
ask, "Hey, dude, how come all those higher cupboards are empty and the ones
below are so crammed with stuff?"

Brandon laughed, "Why d'ya think, idiot?"  He pointed to his useless legs.
"No can stand ... no can reach."  Brandon actually made it sound funny,
then added, "I sure could use the space though, and I would if they were
fitted with those pull-down shelves they make.  I've got some actually.
Landlord paid for them but said I'd have to get someone to install them.
So I'm saving up until I can afford to pay some carpenter to do it."

"You mean you got all the hardware?  So all you gotta do is find the money
and a carpenter."  Then they got off the subject and it wasn't mentioned
again before Eddie had to leave.

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

When the four guys came back home from the lake there was the usual
commotion and Darius couldn't wait to screen his erotic video for the boys.
But Eddie, for once, wasn't really paying attention and slipped out of the
room.  He ran up to the master suite and banged on the door.

"Come in."  Eddie burst into the room to see Randy and Bob pulling out of
each other's arms.  "Oh, shit, I'm sorry, sirs ... I should have known
... oh shit ... I'll go away and come back..."

"Hey, hey," said Randy with a grin.  "Looks like something that can't wait.
What is it, boy?"

Eddie was hopping from foot to foot like he needed to pee.  "Well, it can
wait, sir – but not really.  See I met this guy and he's way cool but he
has a problem and I wanna help him, `cause he don't have much money –
he's only got Disability – and he don't have a carpenter neither so I
was thinking that ..." he frowned ... "well maybe it's not such a good
idea, sir, you being with Bob and all, so maybe..."

"Eddie, Eddie," Bob said gently.  "Shouldn't you be telling Hassan all
this?"

"Oh, I did, sir and he suggested I ask Randy."

"OK, so why don't you take a few deep breaths and start again from the
beginning?"

Eddie stood wide-eyed, taking exaggerated breaths, then swallowed hard.
"Well, sir, like I said, I met this guy, Brandon, and I gave him this great
blow job and he came three times ..."  Bob raised his eyebrows and Eddie
said, "Sorry, sir.  Talking too much.

"Anyway, did I mention he's in a wheelchair?  Well he is – legs
paralyzed – car wreck – so usually he beats off to videos – he
likes big muscular guys like cops, leathermen, fireman and construction
workers – oh, just like you, sir," he grinned at Randy.  "Oh sorry,
there I go again.  Anyway, the point is... (the point at last Randy sighed)
... the point is the cupboards in his house are too high for him to reach
unless he has, er, puller shelves or something..."

"Pull-down shelves," said Randy, beginning to see where this was going.

"That's the things, sir.  He's got them already and he's trying to save
enough money to have them put in, but he's only got his Disability money
like I said.  So anyway, I got some money saved up from my wages –
Hassan said I should try to save – well, it's not much but I was
wondering, sir, if you've got some real junior carpenter on the crew who
could use a few extra bucks, I could use my savings to pay him.  I mean I
don't have that much, but maybe ..."  He had run out of steam and fidgeted
nervously.

Randy looked over at Bob and saw him gulp, his eyes moist.  Randy smiled at
Eddie.  "Why a junior carpenter, kid?  Couldn't it be someone senior, like
me for instance?"

"Oh, I could never afford you, sir."  Randy laughed, "Nah, keep your money,
kid, I'd do it pro bono."

Eddie frowned, "Pro boner, sir?  Well, I could sure give you a boner –
they say I'm like a pro ..."

Bob smiled.  "Pro bono, Eddie.  It's Latin, means `For the public good'
... Free of charge.  You won't have to touch your savings."

"Really, sir?" Eddie said, wide-eyed.  "Yeah really, kid," said Randy.  "We
install a lot of those things.  Piece of cake.  Brandon's the kid's name,
right?  I'll go myself before work tomorrow."

Bob smiled.  "Eddie, you've given me an idea.  You say this friend,
Brandon, likes big hunky guys like cops and leather guys and such.  Well, I
think I have a plan.  How would you like to be my co-conspirator?"

"Yes please, sir."  Eddie wasn't sure what a co-con-thingy was but he'd
like to be anything with Bob.  "OK," Bob smiled, "it's a deal – we'll
work on this together.  Now here's my plan..."

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

Very early next morning Brandon was woken from a deep sleep by a banging on
his door.  He forced himself awake.  "Who in the hell? ... must be the
Welfare..."  The banging was insistent so he rolled out of bed and pulled
himself into his wheelchair.  He always slept naked but he was too groggy
to pull on clothes and he wheeled himself to the door.  He unlocked it,
opened it and gasped.  He must still be asleep and this was a dream.

Standing on his doorstep was a fantasy – a big muscle-god construction
worker with a dark, rugged face of a gypsy, more gorgeous than anything
he'd ever seen in a video, or anywhere else for that matter.  He had on a
greasy tank-top stretched over his muscular chest, old cargo work pants
with a carpenter's belt round his slim waist loaded with tools, and muddy
work-boots.  It was a pornographic dream and the boy wanted to go back to
sleep so it wouldn't go away, when suddenly he heard the deep Texas drawl.

"You Brandon?  I'm told you need help with some shelves here, boy."

Brandon was speechless as he gazed up at this homoerotic vision on his
doorstep.  Randy looked down at the naked boy and smiled at his stiff cock
standing straight up like a tent pole.  "Yeah, I'm glad to see you too,
kid.  Now forget the boner and show me the shelves you want fitted.  And
you're gonna have to give me a hand, boy – kinda like a carpenter's
assistant.  You up for that?"

If this wasn't a dream, Brandon thought, he had just died and gone to
heaven.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 222

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