Date: Wed, 28 Jan 2015 20:49:23 -0500
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 243  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 243
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: The whole tribe gathers to welcome Ranger Pete. The boys
get in line to stage a mind-blowingly erotic event. "Is that even
possible?" Pete asks.  "It is for our boys," Randy says proudly.  Next, the
boys service their masters, heads bobbing in unison.  Then Randy, Bob and
Mark strut their stuff in a top-man three-way.  Finally Pete gets to choose
one of the boys to work on. "An easy choice," he says to one of them.

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


Chapter 243 – "A Tribal Welcome For Pete"

Ranger Pete's visit to L.A. had been a mind bender.  He had spent a wild
evening and night with Jason and his boy Ben where he learned a lot about
love between a man and his boy.  In the morning he had a body-worshipping
shower with the exhibitionistic fireman.

Then Bob had taken Pete up the new bungalow that was to be his home, where
Pete had confided in him.  He said, in obvious embarrassment, "You see,
Bob, I don't think I can be a real member of your group `cos, unlike all of
you guys, I don't think I would ever actually enjoy getting fucked in the
ass.  Not like in that making-love kind of sex.  It hurts too much for me
to like it.  I wish I could but I can't."

Bob had smiled at him in sympathy.  "That's because up to now it's almost
always been forced on you.  You've never really wanted it – never looked
into the eyes of a man and actually longed to feel his dick in your ass.
Never looked at a man the way you're looking at me now."  Pete had fallen
under Bob's spell and learned how it felt for one top-man to be fucked by
another.

Bob left saying, "I gotta get home and check on how the preparations are
shaping up."  Pete looked puzzled but Bob didn't elaborate.  They got
dressed and walked out to the street, and that's where Pete met Brandon,
the boy in the wheelchair who lived next door to the bungalow.

They had struck up an immediate rapport as Pete gave him the means of
helping him pull his wheelchair out of a mud hole.  "My younger brother is
in a wheelchair," Pete explained, "and he uses that trick all the time."
Their friendship began over a cup of tea in Brandon's apartment – well,
`cup of tea' in that euphemistic sense of `would you like to come in for
...?'  Pretty soon Brandon was saying, "I give a terrific blowjob, sir,"
and Pete soon discovered just how great.

When it was over Pete laughed heartily, reached down and pulled Brandon out
of his chair.  He hugged him tight, his legs dangling in the air.  "You are
one terrific, kid, you know that?  And a whole lot of fun.  Don't often
meet someone who makes me cum and laugh at the same time."

Suddenly Brandon's cell phone rang and he said, "Sir, if you'd put me down
I think I should get that.  Probably the guys wondering where we are.  We
gotta go."

He was right about the caller, so they put on their shorts, T-shirts and
sneakers and Brandon cleared away the tea things.  "Is it close enough to
walk?" Pete asked.

"It is, sir, but let's go in style, eh?  You are the guest of honor after
all."

"Guest of honor?" Pete said, bewildered again.  He had been getting vibes
all day that something was up.  "I thought this was just a lunch, kinda
meet-and-greet."

"A little bit more than that, sir.  You'll see."

They left the house and Brandon wheeled himself confidently down the ramp
and out to his truck.  Pete watched with awe and affection as Brandon
skillfully eased himself behind the wheel, collapsed his chair and hauled
it in behind his seat.  "Hurry up, sir, they're waiting."

Pete jumped into the passenger seat, Brandon operated the hand controls
like it was second nature, and in a few minutes they were pulling up at the
gate.  When they got out they heard a clamor of loud voices from behind the
high wooden gate as they approached it.

Pete hesitated.  "What the hell's going on in there?"

"Don't worry sir," Brandon said breezily.  "You've already met some of the
guys, but you ain't seen nothin' yet.  Brace yourself sir."  He threw open
the gate ... "Ta-da!"

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

It was the sound that shocked Pete first, a burst of cheers and applause
that deafened him.  When he pulled himself together he found himself
staring at a large group of stunning men.  In a daze he recognized several
of the guys he had already met and was relieved to see Bob smiling in the
background.

Overwhelmed, his impulse was to turn and run away but he bumped into
Brandon's wheelchair.  Brandon grabbed his hand and said, "It's OK sir –
you'll get used to it.  They're always like this."

"Stay with me, kid," Pete said in a tone of muted panic.  "Don't leave me."

"I won't leave you, sir.  I'm here as long as you need me."

Just then Randy burst through the crowd his hand outstretched.  "Welcome to
the tribe, man," he grinned with a bone-crushing handshake.  "Bit much to
take in all at once but let me do some introductions."  Randy, the
unquestioned leader of the group, was playing his part to the hilt as he
led Pete toward the crowd.  But Pete still held onto the arm of Brandon's
wheelchair as it rolled forward, a move not lost on either Randy or Bob who
exchanged knowing glances.

Bob broke through the group and shook Pete's hand.  Pete smiled, "Guess
these were the `arrangements' you were talking about.  You might have
warned me, buddy."

"We like surprises around here," Bob chuckled.  "Keeps us on our toes."

Randy took over again.  "These guys you know, of course – Zack and
Mark."  Wearing only swim shorts, they both greeted him warmly, remembering
their earlier hot encounters with the Ranger.  "And Jason of course, the
guy in the Speedos, who you spent last night with, him and my kid brother."
Pete winced, bracing for criticism.  "Don't worry, man, Ben gave me a wild
blow-by-blow account of it all, and as long as he's happy I'm happy."

"'Course , you haven't met our resident Marine, Hassan.  "Holy shit," Pete
blurted out as the tall muscular soldier stepped forward with his exotic
Arab/Asian features and a killer body.  He was wearing cargo shorts and,
hanging open over his muscular chest, a frayed muscle shirt that had once
been part of his uniform.  Pete felt intimidated until Hassan gripped his
hand like a vise and said in his deep, accented voice.  "Good to meet you,
Ranger.  Heard a lot about you.  I look forward to knowing you better."

Pete was reeling but the introductions didn't let up.  "This here is Adam,"
Randy said, "who lives next door with his boy Nate.  They're both of them
Aussies, great guys provided you can understand them through those thick
Aussie accents."

"G'day, mate, and no worries," Adam laughed.  "You'll have no problem,
though our accents are a bit sophisticated for the Gypsy King here."

"Hey, watch your mouth, buddy," said Randy.  He raised his fists, Adam did
likewise, and they sparred playfully.  Pete found himself relaxing minute
by minute as he was drawn into this circle of extraordinary men.  Adam was
a handsome, well-built guy with the rugged good looks and self-confidence
exuded by many Aussies.  "I took a trip to Sydney last year," Pete said.

"Good onya, mate.  We'll have a lot to talk about."

"And last but not least," Randy said with some pride, "is my brother Steve
and his partner Lloyd. Steve is our shrink and Lloyd our architect.  So
they're what's known as professional men and live in a fancy-shmancy house
up on Mulholland."

As they shook hands Pete smiled, "I've already been recommended to you,
Steve, by Bob and Ben.  Coping with all this you can bet I'll need a
therapy session with you – or three or four."

"You're welcome any time, Pete, either at my Beverly Hills office or at my
home.  Of course, Lloyd would most probably be at the house too."

"I don't think that would be a problem," Pete grinned.  They were a smoking
hot couple – Steve with the rugged good looks of his brother Randy, and
the handsome Lloyd who exuded sex appeal.  Pete's cock got stiffer as he
thought, `Yeah, a visit to their house is a definite must'.

"Right," Randy said, "that's all the men, so come and sit with us over a
drink while the boys introduce themselves.  They've been rehearsing
something all morning.  Our boys never do anything by halves."  Pete felt
exhilarated, honored and nervous to be taking his place with the masters of
the group.  And he was curious to meet the boys of these incredible men.

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

"Hey, guys," Randy yelled.  "Get your asses out of the pool and come meet
the Ranger here."

Pete had been aware of the clamor and splashing coming from the pool and
now it reached a crescendo, making the pool look like a piranha attack.
One by one the boys scrambled from the pool.  Most of them were naked and
pulled on ragged shorts as their one concession to the formality of meeting
the new arrival in their midst.

Pablo and Darius were the first to present themselves.  Pete had already
met them at the lake – Pablo the exotic looking boy with the dark hair,
a ripped body and a certain arrogance inherited from his master Randy.  And
Darius, the black boy with the gleaming ebony body and the massive horse
dick that hung down below the bottom of his shorts.  These were the boys he
had tried to arrest when he first saw them cocksucking, but ended up being
forced to suck dick himself.

"Hello again, sir," Pablo said, with a crooked smile. "In case you've
forgotten I'm the boss's boy."

"And I'm Darius, as you know, sir – Zack's boy.  I keep track of
everything that goes on here so when something happens you gotta tell me
like the other boys do, so that ..."  He was silenced by a sharp dig in the
ribs from Pablo but Pete smiled, "I'll be sure to do that Darius."

Suddenly they were joined by a young Adonis in surfer shorts, water
streaming off his muscular body, tousled blond hair falling over his
smiling face.  "I'm Jamie, sir, Mark's boy.  We haven't met before but Mark
says we'll get together soon, if you would like."

"I would like ... very much," Pete said.  "Mark talks about you a whole
lot."  He tried to imagine the naked cop and the young surfer making love
and his cock pulsed again.

Pete's eyes opened wide as another lithe young body stood before him.  The
boy was stunningly handsome with a seductive smile.  "Hello, sir, I'm
Kevin."  "And I'm Kyle."  Pete did a double take as second, identical boy
appeared.  "We're Bob's boys," they said in unison.

"Ah, the master chefs I've heard so much about.  As beautiful as you are
talented."  Pete grinned at Bob.  "Bob's a lucky man.  His appetite will
always be satisfied – all his appetites."

Nate came next, with a wide, mischievous grin lighting up his boyishly
handsome face.  "I'm the other Aussie, sir.  I'm Adam's boy and we live
right next door.  The way Adam was talking earlier we're gonna be seeing a
whole lot more of you, sir, and I can't wait.  It'll be brilliant."

Pete wondered what he meant but his thoughts were interrupted by the
appearance of a tall, dark-haired beauty, poised and elegant though he was
wearing only black swim trunks.  "Buongiorno, Signore, I am Mario.  I am
nobody's boy and nobody's master.  I am just the Italian gardener and I
believe I shall be working on the garden of your new house.  But for now,
since I am neither master nor boy, I should like to sit at the table and
watch the boys perform their party piece."

He glanced at Randy who smiled and nodded his permission.  As Mario took
his place Pete thought, `Hm ... party piece.'  Another reference that
mystified him.

Finally the last three boys bounced into view, exuberant as spirited young
colts.  With an impish grin the first one said, "I'm Eddie, sir, and ..."
he pumped himself up with pride "... and I'm Hassan's boy."  He glanced
over at the Marine and his grin widened.  "And this here is my boyfriend
Ben and our buddy Brandon, better known as the three amigos.  Me and Ben
have rooms next to each other but most of the time we sleep in my room.
Except when..."

Hassan cleared his throat loudly and Eddie blushed.  "Oh-oh, talking too
much as usual."  Pete jumped in to save him.  "Actually I've heard all
about you Eddie, and the things you taught Ben and Brandon."

"Oh, you mean the blowjobs, sir.  Yeah well see that all started when I
was..."  Another loud clearing of the throat and Eddie closed his mouth,
ran his fingertips across his lips and twisted them at the end like a key
turning in a lock.  Pete grinned and could see why Hassan had chosen this
mischievous young rascal as his boy.

"And Ben and Brandon I already know, of course," Pete said.  "After all, I
slept last night with Ben and Jason, and later I had tea with Brandon.  I
feel like Brandon and I are old friends already."

"Yeah," Darius said, "we all know that when Brandon invites a guy in for
tea he's not talking English Breakfast and muffins.  The kid has something
totally different in mind."

"Yeah, I found that out," Pete chuckled.  "You're right Darius – it was
a lot better than English Breakfast, and Brandon did most of the drinking.
I could use more of those invitations to tea."

"OK, guys."  Darius suddenly took charge.  "The meet `n' greet's over, so
let's get the show on the road.  Positions everyone."  He looked roguishly
at Pete.  "Sir, this is all for you – to let you know what you're
letting yourself in for."

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

The boys were standing in a neat row, shoulder to shoulder.  Pete realized
that they had introduced themselves in order of seniority – Pablo, the
boss's boy then Darius, Jamie and the twins, all the way down to Brandon, a
recent arrival.  So was this it?  The boys in a line just showing
themselves off?  Bob leaned over and whispered in Pete's ear.  "They've
been rehearsing this all morning, Pete – in your honor.  Apparently it's
a new act none of us have seen before."

Darius was like a drill sergeant.  "Boys... right turn!"  They turned to
the right so they were standing in a long line one behind the other –
Pablo in the front, all the way back to Brandon bringing up the rear.
"Lose the shorts."  As synchronized as the Rockettes they dropped their
shorts to the ground.

"OK, Brandon – you're on!"  Brandon wheeled himself over to a table and
picked up a big tub of lube.  He offered it to Darius who dipped his
fingers in and spread the lube over his ten-inch prong.  "Here we go,
guys," Darius yelled.  "Curtain up."

Pablo leaned slightly forward and Darius pressed his greasy pole into the
perfect globes of his ass (something he did most nights) and Pablo moaned
with pleasure.  "Check it out, Brandon," Darius said, which Brandon did,
making sure that everything was where it should be.

If Darius was the director of this extravaganza Brandon was the stage
manager, and he moved to the next boy in line, Jamie.  The surfer grinned
at Brandon, dipped his fingers in the pot Brandon offered and lubed up his
cock.  Brandon reached up and pushed Darius forward a little and said,
"Wait for it, Jamie."  When Darius's ass pulled back as he fucked Pablo
Jamie slid his dick easily inside him, bringing an exaggerated groan from
the muscular black boy.  (Darius always exaggerated.  His often-expressed
rule in life was "exaggerations accepted".)

Brandon made sure that the three boys had established a rhythm, one behind
the other, before moving on to the twins.  They were used to this double
teaming which they often did with Bob, and moved effortlessly to assume
their roles – Kevin fucking Jamie and Kyle fucking his twin.

Pete gasped and said softly to Bob and Randy, "No way – the boy's
fucking his own brother!"

"A common occurrence round here," Randy chuckled.  "Don't forget, I've got
two brothers here, Ben and Steve, and that's never stopped us."  Ben had a
vague feeling he should have been offended by this, but the sight of the
two lithe young twins fucking removed all his misgivings.

Brandon had come to Nate and said in a cheeky attempt at an Australian
clichι.  "Good onya, mate.  Slip another shrimp on the barbie."

"Hey not so much of the `shrimp', mate," Nate protested.  "This here's more
eel than a shrimp."  He lubed up his long cock and pushed it inch by inch
into Kyle's butt.

Brandon wheeled himself back and surveyed the progress so far.  "Keep it up
guys.  Watch the rhythm ... one, two ... one two ... one two."

The last two boys, Eddie and Ben were hopping with impatience and when
there turn came they didn't mess around.  Brandon held up the lube and they
both dipped in and lubed their cocks.  Eddie pushed his into Nate's ass
with a "Yeah!  (as senior houseboy Nate was Eddie's boss) and Ben laughed
at Eddie, "Like you've never felt this before, dude," sliding his dick into
the familiar ass of his boyfriend.

Brandon dipped his own fingers into the lube and pushed them into Ben's ass
so he wouldn't feel short-changed on the butt experience.  Then he wheeled
himself to the front the line, facing Pablo, and surveyed the eight boys
humping each other in a conga line. They were a bit out of sync so Brandon
yelled, "OK, rhythm, guys ... take the beat from me.  Imagine you're a
rowing eight and I'm the coxswain.  One-two, one-two, one-two..."

The boys hit their stride and, satisfied with the boys' precision fucking,
Brandon faced the audience and raised his arm in the flamboyant gesture of
a game-show host and shouted, "Gentlemen – I give you ... the
Cockettes!'

There was a roar of approval from the men, with raunchy encouragement
directed at their own boy.  "Way to go, Jamie – fuck that black ass,"
from Mark.  "Show `em what ten inches feels like," roared Zack.  "Come on
Eddie," Hassan yelled, "fuck him like you fuck me."  Everyone did a double
take and stared at Hassan, trying to imagine the macho Marine getting his
ass ploughed by his boy.

Brandon's job as stage manager was over so he moved closer to Pablo who
said between grunts as Darius ramrodded him, "Go for it, dude.  I really
need it."  Brandon took hold of Pablo's rigid cock and slid it into his
mouth.  He sucked it in time to the fuck along the whole length of the
line, raising his arm and pounding his fist in the air to beat the rhythm.

"Shit," said Pete, "I've seen rowing coxes before but never one who beat
time like this by sucking the bowman's cock.  But it seems to work."  He
looked in disbelief at the rhythmic line of fucking boys and said, "Is this
even possible?"

"It is for our boys," said Randy proudly.  "Those kids really know how to
fuck.  Hey, imagine a rowing team fucking each other in the boat, the cox
leading them by sucking off the bowman."

"The precision is awesome," Bob agreed, "but, I dunno, I wouldn't exactly
compare them to the Rockettes.  Not so wholesome, perhaps.  These guys have
invented a rhythm all their own.  Hell, it would go over gangbusters on any
stage.  Maybe we should rent them out for parties.  We'd make a fortune."

The guys agreed, watching in awe as the line of eight boys moved in one
snaking line, moving as a single creature, each boy holding onto the hips
of the boy in front, fucking his ass, yelling, howling and laughing with
the exhilaration of showing off to their masters.

"I dunno, mate," Adam said, "they look exactly like the Rockettes to me –
minus the high kicks.  But you're right – the Cockettes should take
their show on the road.  They'd be a smash."

As the men's cheers reached a crescendo the boys' exuberance was building
to the inevitable climax.  It started from the back of the line.  Eddie,
known as the gusher, couldn't hold back as he pummeled Nate's ass and felt
Ben's dick pounding his.  "OK, Ben" he yelled, squeezing his ass round
Ben's cock.  "Go for it – make me feel it."  Ben howled as his cock
erupted in his boyfriend's ass, making Eddie pump semen into Nate's.

The euphoria rippled quickly up the line and ecstatic shouts filled the air
as each boy blew his load in turn.  Pablo, in front, was the last.  As
Darius's monster horse dick shot deep inside him his hips rammed forward,
forcing Pablo's cock deeper in Brandon's mouth.  Brandon almost choked as
he gulped down Pablo's streaming jizz and, as he heard the other boys
yelling with euphoria of release, he felt like he was drinking the jizz of
all of them, a fantasy that wasn't so far from the truth.

The men were on their feet cheering as they watched the whole line shudder
in its collective orgasm.  The precision was held a moment longer before it
collapsed in a shambles.  Again it started from the rear.  Ben was so hyped
that he fell against Eddie, pushing him forward onto Nate, starting a
domino effect as the whole line collapsed forward, cocks came out of asses,
and the boys fell on the ground in a heap of writhing young limbs and
screams of laughter.

Brando, pushed out of his wheelchair, was at the bottom of the heap but
soon surfaced as Darius stood up and pulled him up bodily from the mass of
bodies.  He held him up high and sat him astride his shoulders, holding him
tight, his legs hanging over his chest.  Darius yelled, "Let's hear it for
Brandon, the dude who kept us all in line – in more ways than one."

That began a chant of "Brandon, Brandon," which was taken up by boys and
men alike.  Brandon was blushing heavily and Pete watched him with tears in
his eyes, moved by the enthusiastic way everyone embraced the brave young
kid.  It took a while for the ruckus to die down but finally Darius placed
Brandon gently in his chair.

"Now wait just a goddam minute here!"  The deep voice was unmistakable.

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

Randy was on his feet addressing the boys.  "OK, so that's it?  You put on
a show and give us men big fucking boners ... and that's it?  What are we
supposed to do, go behind the bushes and whack off?  I thought you boys
were supposed to serve your masters."

He sat down next to Bob and the reaction of the boys was immediate.  The
men were sitting shoulder to shoulder on a long bench, their backs to the
table and, as their boys approached, they leaned back with their elbows on
the table and their legs stretched wide.  Pablo led the way and stood
before Randy while the others lined up, each boy in front of his master.
Brandon glanced at Pete but knew his place, so he wheeled himself up to
Mario.

Once again they recaptured their former precision ... once a Cockette
always a Cockette.  Each one in unison knelt down, leaned forward and
pulled his master's shorts down enough for his cock to spring out, all of
them stiff as rods.  The boys bent their heads down and eight mouths licked
seven cocks.  Bob had two, of course, and the twins were old hands at
working together on his cock, licking it, kissing each other over the head,
then sucking it in turn.

The other men had to limit themselves to just one mouth but that was fine
by them.  The boys had always given epic blowjobs (several of them trained
by the champion cocksucker Eddie) and this time was even more erotic as the
men looked down and saw not only their own boys, but all the other heads
bobbing over their masters' cocks.

The sound of heavy slurping filled the air, accompanied by the moans and
sighs of the men.  Soon each man had grabbed his boy's head and was pushing
the face into his pubic hair.

Three of the men – Steve, Lloyd and Pete – had no boy to service
them, but Steve and Lloyd were pumping each other's cock.  Pete, sitting
between Hassan and Jason, stroked the bulge in his shorts as he watched
Eddie on one side and Ben on the other go to work.

There was a feeling of competitiveness among the boys, seeing who could be
the first to make his master blow his wad.  Inevitably the winner of that
race was Eddie.  It wasn't long before Hassan began to shudder and his
moans grew louder.  "That's it, boy.  Work that soldier's big rod.  Oh,
yeah.  Man, that feels good ... fuck ... fuck ... yeah ... yeahhh."  Hassan
rammed Eddie's face down on his cock, his body convulsed, muscles flexed
... and he poured semen down his boy's throat.

Eddie swallowed hard and drained his master's cock.  He pulled off and his
eyes sparkled as he grinned up at the rugged Marine.  Hassan ruffled his
hair then glanced sideways at Pete.  "May I sir?" Eddie asked eagerly.
Hassan nodded and Eddie shuffled over to kneel between Pete's legs and
looked up at the Ranger with his impish grin.  "Don't worry, sir.  I am the
best."

"He's right," Hassan smiled at Pete.  "You'll see."

And he did.  "Aaah," Pete sighed as he felt Eddie's mouth slide over his
cock and clenched it hard.  "Holy shit."  Eddie gave him the full treatment
and Pete felt the fire in his cock spread throughout his body.  He felt
himself drifting into a homoerotic world, with the husky Marine on one side
and the gorgeous fireman on the other being serviced by his young gypsy
boy.

Pete felt his cock lubricated by the Marine's jizz in Eddie's mouth as the
boy's throat muscles tightened again and again round his cock.  The feeling
was so erotic that he knew he couldn't hold out – he had to blow.  As
his cock erupted in the boy's throat his euphoric howl was matched by the
other men who, in quick succession, blasted semen into their boys' mouths.

Eight young faces gazed up in triumph, eyes sparkling, mouths sagging open,
cum dripping over their chins.  Randy looked proudly over to Pete.  "How
about that, buddy?  Not something you see every day of the week, uh?"

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

A hush fell over the group.  The boys' show was suddenly over and they
weren't sure what came next.  Bob, always sensitive to the group's dynamic,
read their minds and took charge. "OK, guys, here's what's next.  You boys
all jump in the pool and clean up.  You can't sit down to lunch smothered
in semen."

"Why not, sir?  I think that would be real hot.  Picture it..."  Eddie, of
course, who was quickly silenced by Hassan.  "That's enough, boy.  You
heard what Bob said – in the pool!"

"And when you all come out," Bob continued, "here's what I want.  The men
are gonna have a short meeting about the new house, where Pete's gonna
live.  Jamie and Brandon will join us as they'll be working up a budget in
the office and controlling supplies.  The rest of you lend the twins a hand
preparing lunch.  There's a lot of us here so no fooling around.  Pablo and
Darius, take charge and crack the whip if necessary."

Eddie and Ben looked at each other in wide-eyed horror and said in unison,
"Oooh, were real scared," then cracked up laughing.  Jason clipped Ben
round the head and said, "Boy, if you ever want to share my bed with me
again you'll get in the pool right now – at the double."

"Aye-aye, sir."  Ben saluted and he and Eddie raced off, followed by the
other boys.  Jason rolled his eyes at Hassan in a `what the hell' gesture.
Soon the twins appeared with trays of drinks and appetizers, as always
anticipating the needs of the masters.  Then they joined the other boys in
the pool.

The men gathered round the table and talked about preparations for the
future.  Pete mentioned that the City of Los Angeles wanted him to start
work as Chief Park Ranger right away, "So I guess I'll shack up in a motel
around here until the house is ready."

"No way," Bob said.  "We can work something out.  Beside, you never know
what can happen to a guy in a motel.  Some big hunky construction worker
might come in, tie you up and work you over and force you to fall in love
with him."  He was, of course, referring to those long ago days when he and
Randy first met and stayed in a shabby motel together.

"Force you?!"" Randy said indignantly.  "As I recall you came crawling
back, couldn't stay away from me, and you loved everything I did you to
you, every crack of the whip."  They grinned at each other, their dicks
getting hard, and Randy muttered, "We gotta check into that fleabag motel
for a couple of nights sometime soon."

"Hey, mates," Adam interrupted in his common-sense Australian way.  "If we
could concentrate on the subject at hand, I have a suggestion.  Pete has
said that he has a lot of studying to do for his new job so he needs
privacy.  Plus he needs to be close to you guys to consult on the house.
Well Nate and me, we have a spare room we never use in the other side of
our house next door with its own entrance.  I've spoken to Nate and we'd
love to have you live there until your house is ready.  That is if you can
stand Aussie accents through the wall.

They all stared at Adam and realized that this was the solution Pete said,
"I'd have to pay you rent, buddy, otherwise it's no deal."

"Well, I have to admit that a little extra income would come in handy so,
how about it?"

It was a deal and Pete shook hands with the handsome Aussie.  Pete felt his
cock get stiff in his shorts, a common occurrence with these guys.  `Shit
damn,' he thought to himself, `can't I keep sex out of even this?'  Sharing
a house with the two hot Aussies might be a challenge.

"I've got a shit load of furniture so for the time being I'll get a company
to move it into storage."

"Fuck, man," Randy said, "you still don't get the tribe do you.  We do
everything in house.  You're one of us now so we'll take care of it.  I'll
get some of the boys to bring one of our trucks to your old place, load
your furniture and take it to our warehouse, if you don't mind it being
stored next to cement trucks and backhoes."

"I wouldn't want to impose on the boys like that..."

"Will you shut the fuck up man?  I know our boys and they'll have a
blast. That is if you can stand the noise – and don't mind them jacking
off looking at you. OK, enough, it's a deal. Next?"

"Right," Lloyd said, "I was wondering if we'd ever get to this. I've done
of a few concept sketches of how I envisage the new house.  It's a simple
California bungalow but they can be charming and I've tried to conserve the
native elements while installing the latest design features.

`Good, let's get down to business," Randy said.  "Jamie, Brandon, I want
you to take notes `cause you'll be reporting to me on the costs.  I don't
want to go over budget on this one."

And so the meeting got down to the nitty gritty – the plans, the costs
and materials involved.  They made a lot of progress, Randy consulting with
Zack on the construction logistics, and Jamie and Brandon together
conferring over their notes.  Even Lloyd seemed satisfied, a rarity as he
always fought with Randy over design concepts versus costs.  "OK, that's
it," Randy said, leaping to his feet "Now I'm fucking starved.  Hey, boys,
where's that fucking food?"

Bob looked at him in awe, the swarthy gypsy, the consummate leader.  Bob
stood up and whispered in his ear, "I've got an erection as big as the
Empire State Building, Randy.  That old motel is looking more and more
sexy."

"Don't worry, stud, that's gonna happen.  But be careful what you wish for,
asshole.  I can be a mean son-of-a- bitch."

"Wouldn't have you any other way.  Why do you think I want to come
`crawling back'?"

******************************.

The meeting broken up with an invasion of the boys, bearing table cloths,
silverware, plates and trays of food.  "Guess we're in the way, guys," said
Bob.  "If we wanna eat we better move." The transformation was swift and
remarkable – white linen table cloths thrown over the long table, place
settings laid out and tray after tray of steaming food set in the middle.
The seating was, as usual, each boy sitting next to his master – and
usually dominating the conversation.

Pete found himself next to Mario and they talked naturally about Brandon.
Pete was asking fairly oblique questions about him, wanting to know more
but careful not to intervene in what was obviously a close friendship.
Mario smiled as Pete tiptoed round the subject.

"Signore, I think what you want to know about is my relationship with
Brandon.  OK, we are very close - we love each other and have great sex.
We are what you would call boyfriends and I don't see that situation
changing anytime soon.  After all, the other boys all have boyfriends –
Pablo and Darius, Jamie and Nate, Eddie and Ben, and of course the twins
have each other.  But they all have masters too – all except for
Brandon.

"As I said when I introduced myself I am not a master, far from it.  I am
to some degree outside the hierarchy, somewhere between the men and the
boys.  I am simply the Italian gardener from Tuscany, who is treated with
respect by the masters and with love by the boys.

"Brandon is a terrific guy and you know better than most, Pete, having a
brother who is similarly handicapped, that he values his independence above
everything.  But lately I have felt ...how you say, un po `triste ... a
little sad for Brandon when the other boys run to their masters and Brandon
has only me.  Randy admires him a lot and protects him from harm, but Pablo
is Randy's boy and I know Brandon would love a man he could look up to, a
man who loved him.  But under the circumstances it would take a very
special man, as I think you know."

Mario paused.  "There, I have had ... er, come si dice `la mia voce' ... ah
yes, I have had my say and I will leave it there.  I am not in the business
of arranging lives" – he laughed – "I find that the guys here manage
that very well for themselves."

Pete gazed at Mario.  "You're a great guy, Mario, and I'm glad Brandon has
you as a friend.  You know, he has already sucked my cock, a few minutes
after I met him actually.  He invited me in for tea and ..."

"Ah yes," Mario laughed, "the famous invitations to tea where you end up
drinking something else entirely.  I think I see a lot more `tea
invitations' in your future, signore.  And as for me" – Mario batted his
long black eyelashes – "I will be doing your landscaping once you have
moved into your house so we will be seeing a lot of each other."

For the umpteenth time today Pete felt his cock jerk in his shorts.

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

In the meantime the meal was going on around them, men and boys eating
voraciously and talking up a storm, the din building to a deafening
crescendo.  Only one voice could break through the bedlam.  "Guys," Randy
shouted.  "Listen up.  Quiet!"  He stood and faced them.

There was instant silence for the boss.  "OK, until Pete's house is ready
it's been arranged he will be staying in Adam and Nate's spare room.  He'll
be putting his furniture in storage during that time and I've offered one
of our trucks and space in our warehouse.  But I need volunteers from you
boys to take the trip up to the Angeles Forest with him and help him move."

Immediately every hand shot up.  A trip like this with the hunky Ranger was
too good to miss.  "Right," Randy smiled.  "I'm proud of you guys for
offering your help so generously."  Bob grinned at the other men and raised
his eyebrows.  They all knew that generosity was not the driving force
behind their enthusiasm, but never mind, Pete had his crew.

Bob could see that Randy was on a roll.  So far, the boys had been the
stars of the show and Bob knew Randy could never miss an opportunity to
reassert his leadership when the whole tribe was gathered.  Bob glanced
over at Steve who smiled and shrugged.  The therapist knew his older
brother almost as well as Bob did.  They also knew he wouldn't play the
boss by simply fucking one of them.  Too obvious.  He no doubt had
something else in mind.

"But hey," Randy went on, "we can't let the boys have all the glory.
They've given us their party piece and it was damn good.  But now it's time
for the guys formerly known as the toxic trio to strut their stuff.  Bob,
Mark, you with me?"

They smiled at each and shrugged, why not?  It was obviously Randy's show
and he wanted to flaunt the love the three men had recently come to share.
Bob and Mark stood up on either side of Randy in the middle of the lawn,
facing their audience.  It was their turn to move in unison and they slowly
dropped their shorts and stepped out of them.

This time there were no cheers.  The spectators looked on in stunned
silence gazing at the three naked muscle-gods – the senior men of the
tribe – the swarthy construction boss, the chiseled business executive
and the muscular blond cop.  Zack was the other senior man but he preferred
to sit with his boy Darius and just watch.  Zack was his own man and was
not inclined to indulge Randy in his displays of authority.

But even Zack had to admit that this was no usual display of power.  Quite
the contrary in fact.  A murmur rippled through the crowd as, suddenly,
Randy sank to his knees and leaned forward doggie-style on all fours.  His
ass was on offer, not so much as an act of submission – more as a
challenge.  And it was Mark who rose to the challenge, or rather sank to it
as he knelt behind Randy and grabbed his hips.  At the same time Bob knelt
at Randy's head.

With no hesitation Mark spat on his iron-hard cock, pushed it into Randy's
ass cheeks and drove it deep into his gut.  The boss's howl of pain was
silenced by the gag of Bob's cock filling his mouth and sliding down his
throat.

"Shit damn," Zack breathed and they all gaped at the sight of the gypsy
boss in a subservient position being double-teamed by the businessman and
the cop, one fucking his face, the other his ass.

It was only recently that the tribe had been surprised when Randy's
antagonism to the cop had crumbled as the three men acknowledged their love
for each other.  And now here was the stunning proof on full view.  Randy
tensed, his muscles flexed, but he stoically endured the twin pistons
ramming into him.  It was the ultimate display of his strength and power to
withstand the onslaught.  For any other man it would have meant humiliation
... but for Randy it was a triumph.

Bob and Mark raised their eyes and held each other's gaze while they fucked
the gypsy stud beneath them.  It was the sight of each other that excited
them, as much as the fire in their cocks.  They leaned forward and their
lips met in a hungry kiss, even as they maintained the assault on their
buddy's ass and mouth.

The onlookers were mesmerized, many of them stroking the bulge in their
shorts, some of the boys openly pumping their dicks.  Oblivious of all this
Bob and Mark finally pulled apart and stared down at Randy.  Mark watched
his own cock ramrodding the tortured ass and Bob looked down at the
agonized face streaming with tears.  The double fuck went on and on until
the heat got too intense and Mark asked Bob, "Think the big guy's had
enough?"

"Dunno – but I want my turn.  You ready to cum?"

"Hell, I was ready the minute my cock was in his ass.  Shit, the man's ass
is like a furnace.  OK, buddy, watch me, look at my eyes ... yeah that's it
... this if for you buddy ... here it comes ..."  Mark jerked Randy's hips
back and with one last deep thrust he blasted hot jizz into the gypsy's
ass.  Screaming into the gag of Bob's cock Randy shot a long jet of semen
on the grass beneath him.

Only now did the crowd stand up and cheer, but their cheers died down when
they realized that it wasn't over.  Mark pulled out and stood up, his cock
dripping cum as it swung between his legs.  Bob pulled his cock from
Randy's mouth and flipped him onto his back.  Kneeling between his legs he
grinned down at Randy's tear-stained face.  "Notice I didn't cum?" Bob
said.  "I was saving it for this."  He pushed Randy's legs up and eased his
cock into his lover's ass.

"Mmm, Mark greased you up real good.  I can feel his jizz in your ass.
Man, he's right.  Your ass is on fire.  Must be real sore, eh?  Just the
way I like it."

"You know you're gonna pay for this," Randy growled.

"I hope so," Bob grinned.  "But in the meantime you're gonna cum again,
even though you busted a load a minute ago."

"You're crazy, man, if you think I can ..."

"Look at me Randy – into my eyes."  As their eyes pierced each other's
they entered their own private world they had shared so often.  Even though
an awestruck group of men was watching, Randy and Bob were alone, sheltered
from the mundane world by the cloak of passion that folded round them.  It
was no longer a question of could Randy cum again.  How could he resist,
how had he ever been able to resist this man, right from that first
encounter in the old motel?

"God, I love you man," Randy moaned.  "Stay with me always, buddy.  You
will, won't you ... always be there?"

Bob smiled, teasing him as he eased his cock in and out of the cum-drenched
ass.  "Of course I will, Randy ... as long as you cum for me now."

"No problem, man.  I love you ... I love you, buddy ... aaah!"  He sighed
as his cock poured cum over his own ripped abs and heaving chest.

Bob smiled with satisfaction.  "Now let me show you why I'll never leave
you, man.  Here it comes."  They howled in unison as Bob's cock erupted in
the cauldron of his lover's ass.  It was still pumping juice as Bob fell
forward and their arms locked round each other in a powerful embrace.  They
were inseparable.

Randy powered Bob over onto his back and whispered in his ear.  "Like I
said, asshole, you'll pay for this.  Just wait `til I get you back in that
motel."

"Just say the word, sir, and I'll be there."

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

At last they got to their feet.  Randy stood between Bob and Mark, grabbed
their wrists and raised their arms high in the air like a referee when two
boxers have fought to a draw.  He was the undisputed king, acknowledging
the standing ovation of the crowd.  They had watched the climax in awed
silence as Randy and Bob, the founders of the tribe, made love in their own
inimitable way.  But now the silence erupted in an effusion of cheers and
congratulations.

Zack, the respected fourth leader of the clan, strode forward and embraced
all three in turn.  "Fucking sensational, man," Zack said to Randy.  "A
real cock stiffener.  You and me haven't tussled in a while.  We should put
that right."

"Any time you say, stud – leather, ropes, the lot."

They shook hands warmly, then Randy turned to face the crowd.  "OK, guys,
you've seen the boys do their thing, then three of the masters.  This has
all been part of Pete's ritual welcome to the tribe.  But the final act is
a tribal tradition ...one that I just thought up."  The boisterous crowd
erupted in laughter.  "Boys, get your asses up here and stand in a line."

The men regained their seats and the boy's eagerly did as ordered,
jockeying for position.  "OK," Randy said.  "We haven't heard much from our
guest of honor.  So far he's been a spectator ... and a stunned one at
that.  So now it's your turn, Ranger.  See all these boys here?  Every one
of them gorgeous and a great fuck.  Now this is an offer made only to a new
member of the tribe – our ultimate act of welcome.  You, my man, get to
pick one of the boys – any one – and you get to fuck his ass in front
of the whole tribe."

Pete was taken aback, but not the boys who jumped up and down, waving their
arms in the air to attract the Ranger's attention and be the chosen one.
Pete stood up and said, "Randy, guys, I want to thank you all.  Now that
I've watched this bacchanal and seen you in action I feel humbled to be
invited into your clan.  I gotta say that all through the festivities I've
had a monster hard-on and – frankly – I'm horny as hell."

More bawdy cheers.  "I would be honored too fuck any of these gorgeous boys
and maybe, as time goes on and with their masters' permission, I might have
the privilege of doing so.  But today my choice is not a hard one.  He
surveyed the line of excited boys and walked over to one of them.

"I choose Brandon."  The other boys erupted in cheers, genuinely pleased by
Pete's choice.  Brandon, who had been sitting quietly at the end of the
line was far less boisterous than the others but tense and silently longing
for the choice Pete had just made.

"Great choice, Ranger," Randy shouted.  "OK, boys back to your places.  The
final act."

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

Pete and Brandon suddenly felt very exposed under the expectant gaze of all
the men and boys.  Brandon looked up at Pete wide-eyed and said.  "Thank
you for choosing me, sir."

"It was a no-brainer, kid," Pete smiled down at him.  "I've wanted you ever
since you, er, invited me in for tea.  So, what do we do now?"

"I guess we fuck, sir."

"I guess we do."  Pete leaned down and pulled Brandon's shorts off him.  He
picked him up in his arms, walked over to the center of the lawn and laid
the naked boy gently on the ground.  He towered over him and smiled down at
him.  "You sure you want this, kiddo, with all these men watching?"

"I don't care if the whole city is watching, sir.  As far as I'm concerned
it's just you and me – and I want to feel your cock in my ass
... please, sir."

There was a gasp from the crowd as Pete lowered his shorts, let them drop
and his pole sprang out hard as a rock.  He reached over to a table for the
jar of lube the boys had used earlier.  He dipped two fingers into it and
spread the cream over the length of his cock.  Brandon gazed up at him in a
trance, at his handsome face, his hairy chest, washboard abs and slim waist
and hips, down to his blond pubic hair and the huge rod in his fist.  The
boy willed himself not to cum as he gazed up at the homoerotic icon.

He saw the muscles flex in the Ranger's thighs as his legs bent and he
kneeled at his feet.  He pushed his greasy fingers carefully into Brandon's
ass and massaged it, then withdrew them, grabbed his legs and slid the boy
toward him over the grass.  As Brandon's legs fell over Pete's shoulders he
felt the tip of the Ranger's cock touch his ass.

Pete paused, concerned that me might hurt the boy, but Brandon grinned.
"Don't worry, sir, I have been fucked before, though I've never wanted it
as much as I do now."

"Thanks, kid," Pete smiled and eased his cock over the sphincter and
tenderly down the chute of his ass.  Brandon's eyes opened wide, his body
shook – "aaah' – and his cock shot a ribbon of cum that reached up to
his face.  More followed and Pete stopped in confusion."

"Sorry, sir, but keep going please.  It's better now I've cum `coz I can
take it longer now."

The crowd watched silently as man and boy made love for the first time.
They all breathed softly, aware that they were privileged to watch this
intimate, emotional act of love.  And that's what it was as Pete rose
gently over the enthralled young man, his cock sliding gently into him,
caressing his warm, tender ass.

"That feels so damn good, Brandon," Pete sighed.  "You're such a handsome
boy."  He bent down and licked the cum from Brandon's chest and face, then
kissed him, sharing the warm juice between them.  When their mouths
separated the Ranger pressed his hands over Brandon's biceps and pinned his
arms to the ground.  "Now you're my young captive boy.  How does that
feel?"

"Better than anything in the world, sir.  I love it.  You can do anything
to me, sir – tie me up, work me over, make love to me – anything."

"All of it," Pete grinned, "but that's for later.  Right now my cock feels
it's gonna burst and I have to cum in your ass.  I know you can't cum again
so soon, but..."

"Wanna bet, sir?  I'll cum for you whenever and as often as you like.  In
fact, I ... oh shit... I think I'm gonna ..."

"Wait, wait `til you feel this ..."  Pete pushed his cock in deep down and
stopped still.

It was a frozen moment that Brandon would always remember as he gazed up at
the Ranger's handsome face, his chiseled body, muscles rippling as hot
liquid poured into his ass.  Brandon whimpered, "Sir, I think I'm falling
in love with you.  I can't help it, I ... Aaah!"  His cock erupted again,
this time spurting semen up so high it splashed into the hair of the
Ranger's chest.

They gazed into each other's eyes, united by an act so unexpectedly intense
that it felt transformative.  It took a long time for the semen to drain
out of them, and Pete finally withdrew his cock, fell on top of the boy and
kissed him passionately. Then they gazed each other's eyes.

"Hi, Brandon."

"Hello, sir."

Suddenly the realized they were not alone.  Pete bent down, picked Brandon
up and held him lying on his back in his arms.  He turned to face the
tribe, as if presenting them with an offering. And at last the crowd
erupted in jubilant cheers which made Pete and Brandon's smiling faces
blush.  Pete lowered Brandon back into his wheelchair and all the boys ran
forward and mobbed him, competing with each other in their ecstatic
congratulations.

Pete pulled on his shorts and took his place back with the men, who
enthusiastically shook his hand.  When things settled down Randy said, "Now
listen, Pete, we have an important question.  Me and the guys are about to
draw up final plans for the house so we have to know.  Should we make your
house wheelchair accessible – ramps, bathroom and all that stuff?"

"Well ..."  Pete was taken aback.  He frowned, thought, and then smiled.
"Well, if you can, I guess you should ... just in case, you know."

"Yeah, just in case," said Bob with a wide grin.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 244


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