Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 02:05:18 -0500
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strengh" - Part 240  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 240
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: Ben takes revenge on his big brothers, Randy and Steve.
He yells down at Randy, "I'm your brother ... I'm rough, tough ... a gypsy
just like you!"  Randy ends up as a homoerotic icon of defeat – the
macho gypsy demolished by his kid brother.  But he says proudly, "God that
was hot.  You're not a young colt anymore, kid.  You're a fucking stallion,
and me and Steve have the bruises to prove it."

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


Chapter 240 – "The Colt Becomes A Stallion"

Ben had been a very bad boy.  Scared about what was happening to his
master, Jason, the fireman who was fighting the out-of-control forest fires
in New Mexico, Ben had taken out his frustrations on some of the boys and
had even insulted his own brother Steve.  Steve, always the therapist,
explained to their big brother Randy that this was a common phenomenon –
a scared but scrappy young stud hitting out at the people he loved best.

Randy partially blamed himself.  "I've been thinking for some time, Steve,
that you and I should get closer to our little brother.  I know I've
neglected him, and the three of us have never really spent any quality time
together.  Sometimes family gets kinda lost in all the crap we go through
in our lives.  So maybe we should take a trip out of town one weekend soon,
just us three brothers, and we'll show the young punk just how much we love
him."

So here they were, the three brothers, at Mark and Jamie's remote shack in
the dunes.  Ben had made amends to the boys he had injured, and Steve had
forgiven him by deftly locking his behavior behind the private doors of
"therapy".  The only one who had not yet exacted punishment was Randy –
and that was the big one.  Ben knew Randy's policy.  A boy misbehaved, he
was punished – and in Ben's case that would come from his big brother.

Randy was a master of punishment and Ben had found himself tied up,
enduring a fucking by Steve and a whipping from Randy.  But the final act
was inevitable.  As Randy savagely fucked his ass Ben realized that he was
expressing his intense love for his little brother through pain "I love
you, sir," Ben screamed.  "Fuck me, hurt me ... harder, sir, harder
... fuck my ass.  Do what you want to me.  Pound my ass because you love
me.  It feels so good.  I love you, sir ... please love me too ..."

It had ended in multiple orgasms and as Steve watched Randy cradle Ben in
his arms, both of them sobbing as their emotions overflowed, his cock
blasted cum on their feet, a tribute to this graphic expression of
brotherly love.

Randy quickly released Ben who collapsed in his arms.  "You gotta rest,
kiddo" Randy said as he carried him into the shack, followed by Steve, and
laid him gently on the bed.  Ben's last sight was of his two handsome
brothers gazing down at him.  And then he was asleep."

But a mind racing as fast as Ben's was bound to dream – vivid dreams.
And in his dreams Ben reverted to the assertive young stud he had always
been – a junior version of his hero.  Randy was always the boss, never
let any man conquer him.  So neither did his brother Ben!  He dreamed of
being a top man like Randy, taking revenge on anyone who had shackled him,
whipped him and fucked his ass.  He was not Randy's brother for nothing
... he was from the same gypsy stock ... tough, invincible, with the same
hunger for revenge.

His dreams took shape.  He had been tied up and double fucked – but now
he was in charge.  He may be the younger brother, but so what?  Randy and
Steve were at his mercy.  He stood over them and ... and then he woke with
a start, his eyes gleaming.

He was still naked but he didn't give a shit.  He strode out to the patio
where Randy and Steve were sitting drinking.  "Hey, guys," Ben said.
"What's up?"

There was a new tone, a new assertiveness in their young brother's voice
that startled them.  Randy grinned at Steve.  Something was definitely up.

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

"I'm going for a swim," Ben announced and he took off running toward the
surf, the fading stripes of the lash still showing on his white ass.

"Huh," Randy huffed, "no `sir', no `may I'?  Apart from those whip marks
across his butt you'd think the boy had joined the ranks of the men – a
tough guy.  What's up with that?"

"You should know, Randy – especially you," Steve smiled.  "Look, Ben's
just been tied up and he gets his ass fucked by one brother while the other
whips his chest.  Then his ass gets whipped and he begs to get fucked
instead.  Finally his ass is jack hammered by the man he idolizes.  Pretty
humiliating for a tough young buck like him, uh?  "

"Yeah, so what's your point?"

"My point is that you are Ben's hero.  He models himself on you –
admires your strength and `fuck-you' attitude and tries to copy it.  So put
yourself in his place.  What would you do if you had been worked over like
that by two guys?"

"I'd damn well hit back ... beat the shit out of the guys and do to them
what they did to me."

"Bingo.  And I'm pretty sure the same thoughts are running through Ben's
mind right now.  He's your gypsy brother, Randy.  He got off on the
punishment you dished out, but don't expect him to roll over in defeat and
beg for more.  You sure as hell wouldn't."

Randy grinned and puffed up his chest with pride.  "Damn, you're right,
Steve.  He's my brother alright ... I taught him well when he was growing
up ... taught him to be like me.  Yeah, he's a tough young stud, that's for
sure.  Hell, look how he beat up his buddies a few days ago."

"Excuse me?" Steve snapped sharply.  "That was pure anger – something
else Ben learned from you."

"Yeah, OK, well not such a great example.  He shouldn't have done that –
especially to young Brandon."  But Randy's admiration for the boy was
undiminished.  "OK, so what are we supposed to do now?"

"Not much, actually," Steve said.  "Seems to me that Ben's in the driver's
seat now.  It's his move.  Kind of ironic, though.  The boy has to prove
how tough he is and make you proud of him – and the best way for him to
do that is to get back at you.  Tell you what, let's go swim with him, get
a sense of how he's feeling."

That didn't take long.  As soon as they plunged into the water Ben swam
away from them, an implicit challenge for them to catch him.  And it was a
tough challenge.  Ben was a great swimmer, his athletic young body slicing
through the water powered by his strong arms, better adapted for swimming
than the muscular physiques of his brothers despite their strength.

Ben eluded them and in the end stood thigh deep in the water beckoning them
on with Randy's time-honored taunt, "Come on, guys – that all you got?"
This was a new Ben, strong, assertive and impressive, Randy had to admit –
and admire.  Ben watched his brother Steve approach him, panting hard.  The
sight of the handsome doctor, his gorgeous face contorted with effort, was
exciting to watch and Ben's cock was hard as a rock.  The surface of the
water lapped round his balls and his cock stuck out of the water straight
as a pole.

"I win," Ben boasted.  "And I get to choose the prize."  Steve swam up and
as his feet touched bottom he was about to standup – but Ben didn't let
him.  He grabbed his head, level with his cock and Steve was forced to his
knees in the water.  Ben pulled it forward, Steve gasped for breath and
found his mouth wrapped round his kid brother's cock.

Ben was on fire.  Steve had sucked his cock in the truck on the way up here
but that was willingly.  Now Ben held the handsome doctor's head in a
vise-like grip and pounded it down on his iron-hard cock.  The sound of
Steve's muffled protests only urged Ben to greater effort.  "Yeah, choke on
your little brother's cock, stud.  You tied him up and fucked his ass, and
now he's getting his revenge.  Eat it, man.  Suck out his juice and swallow
it."

The waves broke against Steve's face as the cock pistoned in his mouth.
Water streamed off the rugged face as Ben watched his brother choke on his
cock.  It was so fucking hot he had to cum.  He grabbed Steve's tousled,
wet hair and pulled his mouth onto his dick, ramming it into the back of
his throat.

"This is it, doc – the kid brother's revenge.  Here it comes."  With one
last painful thrust Ben blasted a stream of jizz deep into the doctor's
throat, forcing him to swallow it, gulp after gulp.  With huge satisfaction
he saw Steve's own cum rise to the surface of the water.  He had forced his
big brother to bust his load underwater."

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

"Hey, Randy," Ben shouted to his oldest brother who had watched in awe from
a distance.  (Still no `sir' Randy noticed but he liked that Ben used his
name.)  "Get over here."

Randy swam over to them and grinned at Steve who had a stunned look on his
face and cum dripping from his mouth.  "Hey, stud, our little brother got
you good.  You're a mess.  Let's clean you up here."  He leaned forward and
licked the cum from his lips and chin.

"Yeah, well now it's your turn."  Ben's voice made Randy whirl and face
him.  "Oh, no.  No way, kid.  If you think I'm gonna suck my kid brother's
dick you're..."

"See, the thing is," Ben interrupted, "you always boast that you can make
any man cum again even if he's already just busted a load.  Eddie can
... `course he's a master cocksucker," he grinned slyly, "but maybe you're
not up to that."

Ben knew exactly what buttons to press.  Not only was he playing tough but
he was using his smarts.  Not as good as Eddie??  It was a definite
challenge ... and Ben knew Randy could never resist a challenge, as the man
himself now proved.

"You little fucker," he said.  "So you don't think I can make you shoot?"
Suddenly Randy was gone, disappeared under the waves.  Ben watched for long
seconds, but he didn't surface.  Then Ben gasped as he felt something wrap
around his cock under water.  Randy burst to the surface with Ben's limp
dick in his mouth.  But it didn't stay limp for long.  The sight of the
rugged gypsy face streaming with water, long black hair stuck to his
forehead, square jaw clamped round his dick was pornographically beautiful
and Ben's cock swelled in his mouth.

"Oh yeah," Ben said, "that is fucking hot.  Hey, doc, grab your brother's
head."

In awe at Ben's transformation from obedient kid brother to aggressive
young buck Steve did as he ordered and held Randy's head from behind.  Ben
was so mesmerized by the sight of the husky dark-demon face trapped,
impaled on his cock that he almost came right then, except that he had
already emptied his cock into Steve's mouth only minutes before.

So he pistoned his cock deep into his brother's mouth and down his throat.
Ben had never felt like this.  He kept reaching the point of orgasm but his
cock was so drained that it didn't happen.  He was poised on the knife-edge
of busting his load, but he couldn't ... not yet ... and the exquisite
frustration was driving him wild.

"It's not happening, dude," he yelled at Randy.  "Shit damn, I'm gonna have
to fuck like you do."  He had watched Randy's savage display many times and
it was time to be like his big brother.  He pulled back and rammed his cock
in Randy mouth, making the gypsy boss choke and gag on the boy's cock.
"Hold that head, man," Ben yelled at Steve.  "He's gonna really get it."

Ben's cock was a jackhammer drilling the gypsy's handsome face, making him
gag, tears springing from his eyes until a wave washed them away.  Randy
was gasping for air, water pouring off him.

Steve saw the agony in Randy's eyes and pleaded, "OK, Ben, he can't take
much more.  Have mercy on him.  Look at him, man, it's so damned erotic
... the master's eyes begging his boy for mercy.  It looks so fucking hot,
you've gotta cum.  Please, Ben, shoot your load in his mouth.  Please..."

Ben finally had his older brothers where he wanted them.  Randy was choking
on his cock and Steve was begging him to finish him off.  He gazed into
Randy's agonized blue eyes and gloated.  "OK, stud, I'll put you out of
your misery.  Here it comes, man."

Randy's eyes opened wide in disbelief that his kid brother could be so
ferocious.  The boy put his hands on Steve's round Randy's head, rammed his
face forward onto his cock ... and finally his sperm erupted into his
brother's mouth, making him scream into his gag, choke and swallow with one
desperate gulp after another.

"I'm your brother," Ben yelled triumphantly.  "No kid anymore.  I'm rough,
tough ... I'm a gypsy ... just like you!"

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

Ben was on a roll.  With a jubilant whoop he pulled away, dived through the
waves and, with powerful strokes, swam in circles around his stunned
brothers.  His youthful testosterone was at its peak and he yelled, "Let's
go fishing ... I'll get the boat."  He ran out of the surf and up the
beach, leaving behind him two alpha males still swallowing the last of
their young brother's jizz.

"Wow," Randy said in disbelief.  "What just happened here, bro?"

Steve smiled.  "I don't think our little brother is so little anymore.  The
young colt is on his way to becoming a stallion."

Randy's eyes gleamed.  "I love it ... I fucking love it.  Shit that was
hot.  He was so fucking wild – just like me."

"Of course, Randy, you're seeing yourself in Ben.  No surprise there –
that's the way you raised him from childhood.  You're his role model –
his hero.  Subconsciously he's always thinking `what would Randy do' –
and he does it.  Hell, he just did.  Up to now he's always been subservient
to you – a bit scared of you.  But he's just broken through a barrier,
and his adrenaline is racing.  This is just the start.  I think there's
more of the new Big Ben to come."

"Man, I love it," Randy said.  "He makes me so proud.  Look at him dragging
that boat down the beach.  Shit damn, with those muscles rippling he even
looks bigger."

The boat was already loaded with their fishing gear and Ben pulled it into
the surf and leapt into it.  He grabbed the oars and rowed strongly toward
his brothers.  "Hey, you guys, you up for this?  Jump in."

"Told you so," Steve murmured quietly.

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

Ben rowed strongly with a determined set to his face that reminded Randy so
much of himself.  And their relationship had changed in a subtle way.  Ben
asked where the best place was to drop anchor, and what was the best bait
to use out here.  Randy gave him guidance, as he had all of Ben's life, but
suddenly there was a difference.  Up to now it had always been the boy
learning at the feet of the master, but now it was brother to brother –
the young man seeking advice from the more experienced man.

It was exciting for them both, dealing with each other on the same level.
Steve, always the therapist, understood the new dynamic exactly and watched
approvingly as the two men huddled earnestly over the fishing tackle.

Ben placed the fishing rods firmly in their sockets on the side of the
boat, the lines drifting with the tide, then sat back with a look of
satisfaction.  "OK, guys," he said, fully in charge of the expedition.
"Time to break open the beer."

In addition to the fishing tackle the guys also kept a cooler of beers
stowed in the boat, and Ben reached for it now.  He tossed a bottle to
Randy and one to Steve, then screwed off the top of a third and took a long
swig of beer.  He sat sprawled in the prow of the boat, grinning at his two
brothers sitting in the stern.

"This is the life, eh guys?" he said, with a hint of arrogance.  Ben had
previously pulled on an old pair of swim trunks and Steve and Randy were
still wearing theirs, drying in the sun.  As they gazed at the newly
self-confident, darkly handsome young gypsy, Steve glanced at Randy and
knew he was bursting with pride – as proud as the flagpole rising in his
shorts.

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

>From then on the day mellowed out.  The intensity of their sexual role
play and role reversal was subdued for the time being and they all relaxed,
enjoying each other's company – man to man rather than man to boy.  And
this time Ben didn't meekly listen as his big brothers talked – he
joined in.  As they waited for the fish to bite conversation flowed freely
– a lot of sports talk.

Randy was a big fan of American football, Steve of baseball, and Ben, like
Pablo and Eddie, an avid soccer fan.  So they debated the respective merits
of each, sometimes animatedly, even heatedly.  Randy: "Football's a real
man's sport."  Ben: "Yeah, but in soccer the action never quits and you
have to be a much fitter athlete – not just the size a refrigerator."

Between all that they landed a good catch of fish and Steve finally said,
"Hey, am I the only guy who's hungry around here?  Let's go eat."  Randy
hauled in the lines and pulled up the anchor, and Ben expertly turned the
boat around and rowed strongly to shore."

Randy helped Ben haul the boat up to the shack, reveling in the sense that
Ben was more of a buddy than a kid brother.  Randy stretched and said,
"Guys, I'm gonna grab a nap before dinner.  All that driving and fucking
and cocksucking fair wore me out."

"Yeah, well someone's gotta go shopping for stuff to go with the fish,"
Steve said.  "I could do with some time alone – helps clear the brain
cells – so I'll take a walk to the village and get what we need."

"OK," Ben said, taking charge again.  "You take your nap, Randy, and Steve,
you go shopping while I get the barbecue fired up.  I'm in charge of
dinner.  I took lessons from the twins, the best chefs on the planet, and
they turned me into a pretty good cook."  Steve raised his eyebrows at
Randy who grinned and shrugged.  Steve pulled on cargo shorts and a
T-shirt, grabbed his wallet and took off across the dunes for the grocery
store in the village.

Randy got a big blanket, spread it on the sand in front of the shack's
porch and flopped down on his back.  "Mmmm."  Randy heaved a deep sigh of
relief as he stretched his arms upward and closed his eyes.

Ben pulled out the old barbecue that Jamie and Mark kept at the shack,
found the coals round the back and proceeded to fire it up.  As the coals
warmed he took the cooler from the boat and looked down at the fish they
had caught.  Better to wait `til Steve got back with the vegetables and
stuff so he could time the cooking just right.

He grabbed the remaining beer from the cooler, leaned against the patio and
gazed out to sea.  He was feeling pleased with himself.  He liked feeling
confident, ballsy – a sense of growing up, becoming a man.  But best of
all he knew that Randy was proud of him, the man he always strove to
impress, and he felt closer to him than he had ever been.

He heard a snore and looked over at his hero, stretched out on the blanket
by the porch, naked except for the thin shorts hugging his slim hips – a
sight even more beautiful than the stunning seascape he had just been
gazing at.  Ben thought his brother was the most gorgeous man he had ever
seen.

Ben's cock was hard as he gazed down at him, his muscular chest rising and
falling as he breathed deeply, his rugged face turned slightly sideways
with its square stubbled jaw, high gypsy cheekbones and long black hair
falling over his forehead.  Under his shorts the outline of his huge cock
showed clearly, so big that the head poked out at the bottom.

God, he worshipped the man – always had since Randy had first held him
in his arms as a child in Texas long ago.  His big brother had always
protected him, taught him, raised him to be tough and strong like him.  And
today Ben felt tougher and stronger than ever.  He wanted more than
anything to impress him.  In a deep sleep Randy moaned softly, stirred a
little and stretched his arms up even further, making his biceps and lats
ripple and gleam in the sun.

Ben could have cum just looking at him, as he had done before ... but today
he wanted more.  Especially today, now that his blood was racing and his
testosterone soaring.  Deep down it had always been a fantasy but he had
never dared.  Now he dared.  After all, Randy had tied him up, whipped him
and fucked his ass.  Then Ben had turned the tables out in the surf and
fucked his big brother's face.  But that was not enough.  It would not have
been enough for Randy so it couldn't be enough for Ben.  As Steve had said,
the colt was becoming a stallion.

There were ropes lying around everywhere from the many bondage sessions
that had taken place in the past.  Ben took a deep breath to steady
himself.  He had to be very careful.  It was Randy himself who had taught
him all about ropes and knots.  Ben chose the right length of rope and sat
cross-legged close to Randy.

At each end of the rope he tied a loop with a slip-knot that would tighten
when pulled.  Then he crawled over to the posts that supported the floor of
the porch and threaded the rope behind two of them.  The looped ends
stretched down over the sand as far as Randy's upstretched hands.

Ben stood up and tied two other lengths of rope round the rail of the porch
at shoulder height, each of them with similar loops and slip-knots.

Now came the hard part.  Randy was still breathing deeply, stretched on his
back on the blanket.  Ben knelt by his arms, took one end of the rope and
carefully, very carefully, looped it over Randy's hand and round his wrist.
Randy stirred, moaned a little, and Ben held his breath.  But he was still
in a deep sleep, so Ben slowly went to work on the other wrist.  Several
times he froze and held his breath when Randy stirred but at last he was
done and stood up.

He took another swig of beer and walked round the sleeping giant.  The
sight was so intensely homoerotic that Ben had to turn away for a moment to
stop himself cumming.  The swarthy muscle-god, King of the Gypsies, was
fast asleep on the ground in a spread-eagled position, near naked, muscles
rippling as his chest rose and fell, unaware of the ropes looped loosely
round his wrists and tied to the porch.

Again Ben turned away as he felt his cock pulse in his shorts on the verge
of orgasm.  He mustn't cum, not yet.  It would spoil everything.  The time
had come – and he had to be quick.  He raised his beer bottle, tilted it
... and poured the cold liquid down on Randy's crotch.  The reaction was
instantaneous.  Randy jerked to consciousness and reflexively tried to jerk
his hands down to protect his crotch.  But the rope instantly tightened
round his wrists.

In a half-awake panic he naturally pulled harder, which only made the ropes
squeeze his wrists more painfully.  He looked up at his bound hands and was
so engrossed in getting free that he paid little attention, until it was
too late, to Ben grabbing his feet and pushing them way back over his head
to the railing.

One foot Ben slid through the slip-knot that instantly tightened round the
ankle.  The other foot he fumbled and Randy reflexively tried to kick it
free.  Ben exerted all his strength to hold the foot rigid with one hand
and, with seconds to spare, used his other hand to slide the rope over it.
Randy kicked again, but the more frantically he struggled to get free the
tighter the ropes gripped his wrists and ankles.  Ben grabbed his thin
shorts and ripped them clear off.

The big gypsy was naked, helplessly bound – at the mercy of his little
brother.

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

It took a moment for Ben to take in what he had done.  He even felt a
moment of panic, which was soon replaced by awe at the sight of his brother
hogtied, his hands roped to the bottom of the porch, feet tied just above
them to the railing.  He was bent over almost double, his ass pulled up in
full view ... helpless ... vulnerable.

As for Randy, he was going through something like the stages of grief.
Denial at first that this could be happening to him, tied helpless by his
little brother.  Then anger of course, bellowing like a mad bull.  "You
gone fucking crazy, boy?  I'll fucking kill you for this."

Ben was defiant.  "I'm only doing what you did to me, man – tied me up
and fucked my ass."

Then came the bargaining.  "Is that what this is all about – a good
fuck?  OK, kid, you've gone way over the line, but cut me loose and we'll
fuck.  You can fuck my ass if that's all you want."

"That's not all I want," Ben shouted.  "I want revenge, just like you
taught me.  I wanna show you how tough I can be – a real mean
mother-fucker like you.  I wanna prove that I can be as good as you by
having the most macho musclehunk I know at my mercy.  And that's what you
are, stud – totally at my mercy.  Especially that gorgeous ass."

Ben dropped his shorts and his rock hard dick sprang out.  He walked round
gazing down at his captive and stroking his cock.

"That's it boy ... pump that dick.  Cum all over me ... I'll drink your
jizz just like I did in the surf.  A blow job's one thing, but I never let
a kid like you fuck me up the ass."

"Seems like you got no choice, man, and stop calling me a kid.  I'm as much
a man as you are and I'll prove it."

As Randy tugged harder at the ropes Ben dropped to his knees, crawled up to
Randy's ass and pressed his hands on the exposed cheeks.  He lowered his
head and licked at the curly black hair round the hole, then pushed his
tongue inside and inhaled the musky male essence of the man.  He licked,
sucked, and bit the firm globes of Randy's ass.

Still Randy struggled and yelled, "Fuck you, boy.  I'll fucking thrash you
for this.  I ... I ..."  He faltered as he felt the long warm tongue
probing his ass, then Ben's fingers pushing inside and massaging his
prostate.  Randy inhaled sharply.  "Man, that feels ... Yeah, keep doing
it, boy."

But suddenly it stopped and Ben raised himself up on his knees, reached
forward, teasing his brother's nipples in his fingers, and stared at him.
Randy gazed back at the beautiful young gypsy face, spit running down his
chin, black hair falling over his forehead, his eyes gleaming.  Those eyes
... the same electric blue eyes ... his own eyes.  They locked onto his and
Randy felt himself falling under their spell as so many people had been
bewitched by his own.

It wasn't the first time a man had seen himself reflected in those
luminescent blue pools ... but this was different.  The two brothers were
so alike that they saw themselves reflected in their own eyes.  The eyes
themselves were a reflection of each other's and the men were mirrored
inside them.  It was a total mind trip, like infinity mirrors, two men
entering each other's heads.

"See," Ben grinned.  "I can do it too, man ... that eye thing you do.  I'm
your brother.  I can do everything you do.  The eyes – everything
... including fuck.  Is that what you want, big brother?  I'm already
inside your head.  You want my cock inside you too?  You want me to fuck
that stud ass of yours.  Tell me.  Is that what you want?"

Randy had no choice ... he wanted his brother like mad.  It was the boy's
inner strength, his power, shining from his eyes.  He was looking at his
own gypsy face ... it was hypnotic ... he had to surrender to him, yield
his ass.  "I want you, little brother.  My ass is yours.  I wanna feel your
rod inside it.  Please, man ... fuck my ass.  I ... aaahh!"

He sighed deeply as the young stud's cock pushed inside his ass, sliding in
deeper and deeper until he felt the head press against his inner sphincter.
"You feel that, big guy?" Ben said.  "You feel your brother's cock in your
ass?  You want more?"

"Oh yeah, I want it, bro.  You are so beautiful, so fucking hot.  Fuck me,
man."  Ben pulled back and started to fuck, slowly, gently at first.  He
leaned forward, planted his palms on Randy's hard pecs and stared down at
him.  "You taught me this, Randy.  You taught me how to fuck.  Only thing
you didn't teach me is how to know a man's limits.  We didn't get to that
lesson.  So I don't know when to stop.  I just go on fucking ... like
this," he shouted.

His cock began pounding Randy's ass, a piston driving in an out, gathering
speed, driving the big gypsy wild as he pulled frantically at the ropes
binding him.  "Take it, man," Ben yelled, "this is your brother fucking
just the way you fuck.  Now you know what it feels like.  Look at that
gypsy face, man.  You're looking at yourself, fucking like an animal the
way you do.  That's what men see when you're pile-driving their ass.  And
godammit, it hurts.  And you fucking love it!"

Ben rolled Randy's nipples in his fingers, turned on by his brother's
screams as he pulled frantically at his restraints, his rugged face
thrashing from side to side, a pile driver in his ass.

His screams carried over the dunes and caught the ears of Steve who was
slogging back through the dunes, his muscular arms wrapped round bags of
food.  Alarmed, he quickened his pace until he was running through the
sand.  The screams became more agonized and when he reached the shack he
dropped the bags and ran round the shack where he stood horrified at the
scene.  His big brother was hogtied naked to the porch, writhing, screaming
as Ben seemed to have gone wild, pounding his ass like a jackhammer.

Steve's first impulse was to leap forward and drag Ben off ... but
something restrained him.  Maybe it was his therapist mind, whirring like a
computer and realizing that this was a natural climax to Ben's development.
Maybe it was the astonishing look in Randy's eyes, a mix of pain, desire
and, unbelievably, pride in his young brother.  But most likely it was pure
lust that made Steve stop and rub his crotch, mesmerized at the sight of
the two beautiful gypsies, the younger one pounding the ass of his older
brother.

"Come on, stud," Ben was yelling.  "You're tough but even you can't take
much more of this.  I'm fucking reaming your ass.  And besides, I know
exactly how you make guys cum.  I've studied everything you do, and I know.
All I need to hear is you submit to your brother and I'll make you cum.  I
need to hear my big brother beg."

Running wild, fired with adrenaline and testosterone, the ferocious young
gypsy poured every ounce of strength into pounding his brother's ass.  As
he had said, he knew no restraint and jackhammered the bound muscle-god
relentlessly.  Randy knew Ben would not let up until he had made him
submit.  He had to surrender ... he was proud to surrender to the young
brother he had raised but now barely recognized in his ferocity.  "OK, OK,
I submit.  I give up ... I can't take any more.  Please, man, I'm begging
you ... finish me off ... make me cum ..."

Ben pulled back, almost all the way out, paused ... then slammed his cock
back in his ass, driving it deeper and deeper right to the end ... and
drove it over the inner sphincter, exploding in the fiery chamber deep in
his gut.

"Aaaagh!"  Randy's scream flew out over the beach, over the waves, defying
the strident rebuke of the seagulls.  His cock, pointing straight down at
his face, erupted, pouring stream after stream of jism onto his face and
into his screaming mouth, forcing him to swallow it, gulp after gulp, until
he was choking on his own semen.

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

Ben had truly become a wild stallion, his breath heaving, eyes blazing as
he gazed down at the brother he had just totally annihilated, writhing in
bondage, tears pouring from his eyes, his grimacing face smothered in semen
that flowed from his sagging mouth and soaked the black stubble of his jaw.
The muscular gypsy was a homoerotic icon of defeat.  He had been demolished
by his own young brother.

To Steve the sight was pornographic and his instinct to rescue was
overwhelmed by lust.  He had never seen Randy look hotter than he did now.
Steve pulled off his T–shirt, yanked open his shorts, pulled out his
rigid cock and stroked it hard.  He pointed it down at Randy's face, ready
to add his own sperm to Ben's.

"No!"  Ben pulled roughly out of Randy's ass and sprang to his feet.
"Don't jack off ... Fuck him!"  In shock Steve opened his mouth to protest
but he didn't get the chance."

"I said fuck him.  Fuck your brother in the ass.  Look at him ... he's
beaten, broken.  I've lubed his ass good so here's your chance.  Fuck him."

Steve was in a daze.  He could never have imagined this – his older
brother, the powerful construction boss, hog-tied helplessly, his
cum-splashed face wincing in humiliation, cum running from his asshole and
over the cheeks – a picture of abject degradation.  And now Steve heard
the voice of his kid brother, a voice as commanding as Randy's, ordering
him to fuck the prisoner – to fuck his own brother.

He tried to resist but he was hypnotized – by the sight of his older
brother and the fierce voice of the younger.  "I said fuck him!"

In a trance Steve dropped his shorts and fell to his knees.  He reached up
and grabbed Randy's legs behind his knees, and he felt the tip of his cock
sliding in the semen smothered round his hole.  He gazed down at the
agonized blue eyes as Randy realized that the ass-torture was not over.
"No," he groaned weakly, "no more."

The gypsy's deep-throated plea only turned Steve on more.  He didn't have
to move.  It was as if his cock was acting alone as it slid over the aching
sphincter and down the cum-slick chute, deep into the fiery cauldron of his
ass.  Randy moaned as he felt his ravaged ass invaded once more and he
pleaded with his eyes for Steve to take it gently.  Mesmerized though he
was Steve instinctively understood and pulled back slowly, then eased back
in, caressing the raw membrane of the tortured ass.

Ben stood watching in frustration.  "No, I said fuck him ... fuck him like
a man ... fuck him like he fucks guys ... like he fucked me."  In response
Steve increased the rhythm slightly but that wasn't enough for Ben.  He had
to show these guys – really show them.  But how?  Come on, he was
Randy's brother ... what would Randy do?  Hell, what did Randy do – to
him?

He glanced down at the ground and saw the whip that Randy himself had
discarded after whipping Ben's ass.  He picked it up and the feel of the
braided leather handle in his fist propelled the newly confident boy to the
next level of domination.  He was transformed from an obedient kid to a
young savage, a dark demon just like his brother.

"I said fuck that ass," he yelled and raised his arm.  As Steve pulled his
dick back along the chute his ass rose up ... a target ... and Ben lashed
it.

"Aaagh!"  Steve screamed and as he reflexively jerked his ass away from the
whip his hips lunged forward driving his cock hard and deep into Randy's
ass.  "Aaagh!!"  Their twin screams were matched only by Ben's howl of
triumph.  He was in charge, dominating his brothers, bending them to his
will.

"That's it, stud," Ben yelled.  "Fuck your brother's ass.  That all you
got?  I said fuuuck!  Hurt him.  Punish your brother like he punished me."
Ben was in another world, a world of lust, love and revenge.  It was as if
he stood outside and watched – watched the young gypsy wield the whip,
forcing the handsome muscle-god to ram his cock into the ass of his bound
brother.  The harder he whipped the harder one brother fucked and the
louder the other one howled.

As wild as Ben had become, he still had the intuition to not lose control
entirely.  Randy had hammered that concept into all the boys time and
again.  The cat o' nine tails with its many thin rawhide braids was not the
kind of whip to cause real damage.  And although Ben's lashes were enough
to bring up red welts on Steve's ass, they were not so hard as to cause
harm and shatter the illusion of this stunning event.

Still he whipped Steve's ass, his back and shoulders, and barked his
orders.  "You're gonna make him bust another load, man.  Just like he
boasts he can make any man cum twice, let's see if you can do the same to
him.  It's my revenge.  Fuck harder, man.  Save your own ass from a
thrashing.  Make him cum."

So it was all up to Randy.  He looked up through a haze of pain at an
incredible sight.  His brother Steve, who could be his twin, gazed down at
him with tears in his blue ass as his gorgeous body slammed down on him.
And above him was his younger brother, towering over them with a whip,
lashing Steve, forcing him to fuck harder.  The pain in his ass was intense
but it wasn't that driving him to orgasm.  It was something else entirely.

His reeling thoughts flashed back to a vision of years ago in Texas when he
had been the same age as Ben now.  A rival gypsy had hurt little Ben and an
enraged Randy had thrashed the thug with a whip, forcing him to jerk off
and cum.  Now he saw it again as he looked up at the vengeful Ben.  He saw
himself back then, swinging the whip with all his strength and yelling,
"You dared to touch my brother.  I'll fucking kill you, man, unless you
shoot your fucking load."

"Come on, man!"  It was Ben's voice now.  "This is it, stud.  Let me hear
you scream and see you cum."  Randy stared up at his brother, the savage
young gypsy wielding a whip and he yelled.  "I love you, boy ... I love you
... Aaagh!"

Steve watched the alpha male beneath him, hog-tied, writhing, his rugged
face thrashing from side to side as he screamed and his cock exploded once
again on his face and into his mouth.  Mesmerized, Steve felt his own cock
pouring semen into his brother, stunned to think that the bound giant
shuddering beneath him now had the juice of both his brothers filling his
ass.

They stared at each other in disbelief.  They felt, rather than saw,
Randy's legs being released by Ben and falling to the ground, then his
hands.  He was lying flat on his back, exhausted.  A foot pressed against
Steve and pushed him onto his back so the two dazed brothers were lying
side by side, their eyes closed with relief.

Suddenly they both felt heavy pressure on their chests and flexed their
pecs to bear the weight, which they managed easily.  Their eyes shot open
to an incredible sight.  Standing with his legs astride, a foot on each of
them, was Ben.  The whip was slung round his neck, not in humiliation this
time but in triumph.  He was pumping his cock and raining cum down onto his
big brothers' awestruck faces.

Ben's eyes sparkled as he stared down at them, then he turned his jubilant
gaze upward, pumped his fists in the air and yelled defiantly to the sky.

"I am the best.  I'm the King of the Gypsies."

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

After that triumphant climax Ben's adrenaline quickly drained, and when he
looked back down he seemed suddenly surprised at what he saw, his brothers
lying under his feet.  He pulled the whip from his neck and tossed it away,
then stepped off carefully, turned and sped off to the water.  Still
stunned Steve and Randy dragged themselves to their feet, Randy stretched
his aching limbs, and they walked down to the water and into the surf.

No words were spoken – they couldn't think of any.  There was no
splashing or frolicking.  They had frolicked enough.  All they needed to do
was clean off.  Ben led them back up the beach and stared at the barbecue.
As they approached he turned and said, "I'm sorry, sirs.  I let the coals
go out.  I'll light some more and get the groceries that Steve brought.
Shouldn't take me long to cook dinner, if I can remember what the twins
taught me.  I'll get you some beers, sirs."

He disappeared into the shack and Randy and Steve stared at each other in
surprise.  "Shit damn," Randy said, "he really is just like me.  He does
his thing – revenge, domination, whatever – puts it behind him and
gets on with his life.  It's like it never happened."

"Yeah, but it damn well did.  Hell, I've got the whip marks to prove it
you've got a sore ass."

"Here you are, sirs," Ben said.  "Beer and some chips and dip.  If there's
anything else you want, sirs, just let me know."  He turned to attend to
the barbecue but Randy said, "Hey, kiddo, you don't have to call us sir
now, you know.  Not after all that."

"Oh, I want to, sir."  Ben turned round and took a deep breath, ready to
make a little speech.  "See, sir.  I'm still one of the boys and I like
that.  Only difference from them is that I've got two of the hottest
brothers in the world.  But I'm still your kid brother, sir – and I like
that too.  I just wanted to prove that I've got what it takes to be like
you one day.  I wanted to prove I can be rough and tough like you, and
dominate guys when I want to.  I hope I did OK, sir."

"Ben," Randy said, his eyes glowing.  "You were spectacular.  I'm so
fucking proud of you.  I love you more than ever now, especially knowing
just how much like me you are.  I fucking love that.  So you can go on
calling me sir, if you like, and still be one of the boys, but we three
brothers will know the truth won't we?  You're not a young colt anymore.
You're a fucking stallion, kid, and we've got the bruises to prove it.  God
that was hot.  You're my hero, kiddo."

"Thank you, sir.  That's all I wanted to know."  Ben turned to Steve.
"And, sir, I still feel a bit confused about stuff so is it OK if I have
another of those sessions where you're my shrink?  You know, those talks
where I can say anything I want and it's conferential – where you won't
spill the beans afterwards?"

Steve smiled.  "I think you mean confidential, Ben, and yes, I would be
honored to have you as my patient.  At your age – any age actually –
things can get confusing and it's great to be able to get it all off your
chest – to say whatever you want.  And I promise I won't spill any beans
– it's private, nobody else will know – even this big lug here."

"Thank you, sir."  Ben beamed at them and his eyes were moist.  "I'm so
lucky to have you as my brothers.  It's the best feeling in the world."

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

That night Ben was in heaven lying between his naked brothers.  Before they
fell asleep Randy said, "And we've got two whole days left.  Now for the
fun part – not that that wasn't fun – even though I still have a sore
ass.  You did great, Ben.  I was pleased to see that you used the escape
knots I taught you.  That's important.  But there's a subtle way to use a
whip that can drive a man wild.  I'll show you that tomorrow.  Then maybe
we'll go out for dinner.  Steve's good at table manners and all that shit
so he can show you how to be a young gentleman as well as a horny young
stallion...."

"Sir," Ben interrupted.  "There is one thing.  That stuff I said about
being King of the Gypsies, sir.  That was way out of line, `cos you're the
real King of the Gypsies and everyone knows it."

"Ah, don't sweat it, kid.  How about we call you a Gypsy Prince?  How's
that sound?

"Sounds perfect, sir." Ben snuggled close to his brothers and fell asleep
with a smile on his face.

They all slept deeply that night and late into the next morning when they
were woken by the sound of Ben's cell phone.  Struggling awake he fumbled
for the phone and listened.  "Yes, sir, it's me.  Wow ... sounds hot
... sorry, sir, I didn't mean that – the fires and all.  Yes sir, my
brothers are taking real good care of me ... and I'm taking care of them."
Randy, half asleep, dug him in the ribs.  "You have?  I haven't met him yet
but ... that would be great, sir, but mostly it's you I want.  I'll be
ready for you ... can't wait.  Stay safe, sir.  I love you."

"That was Jason," Ben said, his eyes sparkling.  "No kidding," Steve
chuckled.  "How's he doing in those forest fires?"

"Doing great, sir, and you'll never guess.  He's met that guy that Randy
and Bob keep talking about.  What is he, a Forest Ranger or something,
called Pete?  I've never met him but Jason says I will soon.  Seems they'll
be working the fires together.  What do you think about that?"

"What do I think?"  Steve grinned at Randy.  "Sounds like a partnership
that could end up on my therapy couch."

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

Pete had flown out at dawn from L.A. to Albuquerque and been transported to
the command center for the fires raging through the hills in New Mexico.
With his long experience as a Forest Ranger Pete was very familiar with
fire prevention and fire-fighting techniques and had already been involved
with fires in the Angeles National Forest.  But with his promotion to chief
ranger in L.A. he had been assigned to work a couple of days with one of
the L.A. squads assisting with the huge fires in New Mexico, to get more
hands-on experience on the ground.

He arrived at the command center which was a scene of controlled chaos –
a lot of action, with crews coming and going.  He met with a deputy chief
who explained that manpower was stretched thin so the best way for Pete to
participate was to be hooked up with one of the firefighters, `twinned' as
they called it, and Pete would shadow him for the days he was here.  It
would be a guy from the California crew as he would no doubt work with them
in the future.

"We never turn down one more hand," the deputy grinned.  "Come with me to
the rest area and we'll see who's about to go back out to the field."  Pete
was led to a large tent where guys were checking in and out, some eating,
many resting on camp beds before going back on duty.

"Hey, guys," the deputy said.  "This here's Pete, a senior L.A. Forrest
Ranger come for some field training and to give us support.  I need to twin
him with one of the L.A. guys here, someone about to go back out to the
line.  Any volunteers?"

"Guess that would be me, sir" said a voice in the back.  A tall blond
fireman stood up, wearing heavy yellow firefighting pants and red
suspenders over his sweat-stained dark blue T-shirt.

Pete took a sharp intake of breath.  This was the guy, the buddy of Randy
and Bob who he had spoken to once briefly on the phone.  They had never met
but Pete would have known him from the picture in his girlfriend's
fireman's calendar – `the August page', as Bob had said.

"Good, thanks, Jason," the deputy said.  You know the drill, keep him close
at all times, don't get separated.  Take him over to the quartermaster and
get him kitted out."

Jason walked through the crowd and came face to face with Pete.  The
fireman's gorgeous face broke into a gleaming smile as they shook hands.
"Welcome to the inferno, officer.  Good to see you, man.  Let's get you
some clothes."  As they walked out to the supply tent Jason said, "Actually
we already spoke briefly on the phone when my buddy Bob asked you to
contact me and have me call my boy Ben.  Thanks for doing that, though god
knows how you got through all the burocracy here."

"I can be pretty persistent, sergeant," Pete said.

"Yeah I bet you can," said Jason eyeing him up and down.  Pete felt the
first stirrings in his uniform pants.  "Here we are.  You're gonna need a
T-shirt, boots and the regulation heavy-duty pants.  Then the jacket,
helmet and the rest of the gear.  And I gotta get out of this sweat soaked
T-shirt.  Shit, I change these fuckers about five times a day."

Jason matter-of-factly lowered his suspenders and pulled his wet T-shirt
off over his head.  Pete stifled a gasp as he saw Jason's upper body, a
perfect physique of rippling muscles, broad shoulders, flawless pecs,
ripped eight-pack abs and a slim waist cinched by a wide belt.  He was damn
gorgeous – and he seemed to know it as he grinned confidently at Pete.

Much less confidently Pete shrugged off his uniform shirt and pulled off
his T-shirt.  "Wow." Jason stared at him impressed.  "That's some build you
got on you man.  Work out a lot?"

"Five, six days a week."

"Me too."  Jason flexed his muscles slightly, instinctively showing off to
the hunky newcomer, a move that wasn't lost on Pete.  Bob had mentioned
that Jason had a narcissistic streak.  And why not, Pete thought.  Jason
was even more beautiful than his calendar picture.

"I hear you might join that crazy tribe of guys back in L.A." Jason said.
"I got a gym at my house near theirs – we should work out together when
this mess is over and we get back home."

"I'd like that, sergeant – a lot."

"But, business first, eh?  You know how it works, officer.  You stick close
to me all the time – mustn't get separated.  I'll show you the ropes.
We take our rest periods together, eat together and work together.  We'll
probably be sick of the sight of each other by the time it's over."

"I kinda doubt that somehow, sergeant," said Pete.

"Yeah, maybe you're right," Jason grinned.  "Look lets drop all the
`sergeant-officer' shit, eh?  Jason and Pete, OK?"  They shook hands firmly
and Pete felt his cock get stiff.

But no, Pete knew he had to forget all that.  This was serious business, he
was here to work.  And besides, he was still intimidated by Jason.  He
didn't know the guy yet – didn't know anything about his personal life
or his preferences.  So hands off.

Hell, he thought, working with this guy might not be so easy after all.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 241

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