Date: Fri, 13 Feb 2015 02:19:09 -0500
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 245  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 245
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: Adam takes revenge on Pete – "You try to rape an
Aussie's boy, you pay."  The Ranger is stretched in chains, his ass
jack-hammered by the raging leatherman, body whipped by his boy trainee.
Brandon is crushed when Pete tells him, "Kid, you can't be my boy – I
can never be your master."  Randy goes ape-shit.  "I warned you, man, never
to hurt that kid.  Now you're dealing with me, asshole."

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Chapter 245 – "Adam's Revenge – Pete's Anguish – Randy's Cure"

House-moving day for Ranger Pete had so far been a lot more than he
bargained for, especially having to deal with a truckload of rowdy,
insolent boys.

He had given them a tongue lashing for driving dangerously and had later
risen to their challenge of proving himself tough enough to be a master.
He had been spit-roasted – fucked by Darius's monster cock while getting
his face ploughed by Pablo.  The boys were awestruck by his endurance and
they now knew for sure that there was a new master in the house.

Pete had finally been left alone with Nate to arrange the furniture in the
room he would rent temporarily in Adam and Nate's house until the bungalow
up the hill had been renovated.  "Hey Nate," Pete said, "you've done a
great job cleaning up the room.  Thanks a million."

"Ah, no worries, sir.  It was a pleasure.  Shouldn't take us long to
straighten out your things here.  First, let me show you round the house so
you know where everything is.  There's not much to see."  They passed by a
door that was firmly shut and Pete asked, "What's in there?"

Nate blushed a little.  "Oh, that's the basement, sir, a kinda special
room.  It's Adam's really and it's where he takes me to ... well ... to
play, sir.  I'd rather let Adam show you that himself."

"I get the picture," Pete grinned.  "Where is Adam, by the way?"

"He's out with Zack.  They often go out bike-riding on the two Harleys.
See, Adam and Zack are both big into leather – belong to a bikers' club
– so they ride out together and, I gotta say, they look real hot in
their leather outfits.  And when Adam comes home is when he takes me ..."

"... down to the basement, eh?"

Pete was intrigued and even felt a stirring in his cock.  He was surprised
how horny he was after the trip.  Getting double fucked had been a real
turn on, but it had given him an urge to reassert his masculinity – be a
top man again.  He began to feel sorry he had let Brandon go with Mario but
... ah well ... later.

He watched the handsome young Aussie move around the room, wearing only his
usual thin boxer shorts and unlaced sneakers.  Pete grinned, thinking how
much more beautiful a boy looked when he was unaware he was being watched.
He could see why Adam was so crazy about him, and if the situation were
different he would have ...

Damn, he thought, feeling his dick get hard.  He had been determined to
curb his sexual compulsion, knowing that would be a challenge surrounded by
gorgeous men and boys.  He really needed a session with Dr. Steve, and
anyway he had Brandon now.  After his experience today, he felt a new
confidence and had finally decided to ask Brandon to become his boy.

So he tried to ignore the boner in his jeans and his growing lust for the
young Aussie.  To stifle his urges he directed all his energy into the work
of moving in.  Only the bed was left.  The frame and box spring was already
in place and Nate was struggling to throw the mattress on top.  Pete got
behind him to help hold the edges, the bulge in his pants pressing against
Nate's ass.  They managed to throw the mattress down but it took the two of
them with it.  They fell forward on top of it, both of them laughing at
their clumsy success.

Nate's face was close to Pete's and in his exuberance Nate kissed him.  It
was just a friendly kiss but it triggered something in Pete.  He grabbed
Nate's head and pressed their mouths hard together, pushing his tongue
between the boy's lips.  His cock was rock hard and he felt the bulge in
Nate's shorts.  But Nate managed to pull away and said, "Sir, I don't think
we should ... I mean, I'd like to but I should get permission from Adam
first.  He would be so angry if ..."

"Sorry, kid, it's just that I'm so fucking horny and I need to fuck.  Just
let me get a look at that ass.  He pulled down Nate's shorts, yanked open
his own jeans and pulled out his raging cock.

"Sir, no, we mustn't," said Nate with increasing desperation.  "I gotta ask
Adam.  And what about Brandon, sir?  I thought you loved him and he was
gonna be your boy."

The mention of Brandon was like a slap in Pete's face.  His head cleared,
he snapped back to reality and realized with horror what he was doing.  "I
must be fucking insane," he groaned, realizing that he had succumbed to his
sexual addiction.  "I'm so sorry, Nate.  Are you OK?  Forgive me, kid ...I
didn't mean any of that."

"It's OK, sir," Nate said.  "No worries, mate – no harm done.  Just a
bit scared is all."

Pete rolled away from him onto his back, leaving Nate on his stomach with
his shorts pulled down below his ass.  Pete closed his eyes and pressed his
hands to his head in shame.  His cock was still hanging out of his pants
... when the door opened.

"Bloody hell!" the deep Australian voice yelled.  "What the fuck's going on
here?"

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

Pete's eyes snapped open and he found himself staring at a formidable
sight.  It was Adam, the tall, handsome Aussie dressed in full leather –
leather pants and boots, a black leather biker's jacket hanging open
revealing a studded harness crossed over the mounds of his chest.

"You mother-fucking bastard," Adam roared.  "So that's why you wanted to
come here – to fuck my boy!"  His eyes blazing, Adam yanked the belt out
of his pants, raised his arm and lashed the belt hard across the Ranger's
bare chest.  Pete howled and instinctively rolled over to protect himself,
only to feel another ferocious lash on his back.

Nate sprang to his feet and fell against Adam, tripping on his shorts that
were now round his knees.  "Sir, please, please – it's not what you
think..."

"Not what I bloody think?!  I don't have to think, boy, I can see with my
own damn eyes – you bare-ass on the bed and this bloke next to you with
a stiff dick sticking out of his pants.  A blind man could see what's
bloody-well going on here, mate."

"But nothing really happened, sir.  I admit that I would have liked it but
I knew I had to ask you first so he rolled off me."

Pete stuffed his cock into his pants, staggered to his feet and came to
Nate's defense.  "It's true, Adam, your boy has no blame in this.  I ... I
forced myself on him and would have fucked him if he hadn't pushed me away.
I have no excuse, man.  I've been a damned fool."

This confession mollified Adam's rage a bit.  At least the man had defended
Nate's honor and taken the blame.  But it couldn't end there.  "So that's
it?  You try to rape my boy, say you're sorry ... and we forget it ever
happened?"

"Of course not, Adam.  In your shoes I'd fucking thrash any bastard who did
that to a boy of mine.  I'm guilty and ready to submit to whatever you do
to me."

Adam's eyes bored threateningly into Pete's as he waited for his heaving
breaths to subside.  When he finally spoke his voice was cold with menace.
"OK, I accept what you say, and there's only one way to settle this."  He
pushed Pete out of the bedroom and unlocked the cellar door he had seen
earlier.  Adam shoved the Ranger roughly down the stairs into pitch
darkness.

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

A short time later Pete was alone.  In the total blackness he had been
manhandled to what he supposed was the middle of the room.  Leather
restraints were clamped round his wrists, his arms pulled upward and,
judging by the sound, attached to chains shoulder width apart.

Then he was left alone, his arms stretched up in a V, in complete darkness
and silence... alone with his thoughts, a worse torture than his physical
predicament.  He wasn't afraid of what would happen to him ... nothing
could be worse than the agony of his own shame.

Of course he was thinking of how he had betrayed Brandon.  The crazy thing
was that he had met the boy only yesterday but so much had happened since
then that it seemed like a long time ago.  It felt like he had had always
known the boy – his tone of voice and mischievous smile, his laughter,
his naked body, his beautiful ass.  Something this fast, seemingly so
impossible, had knocked him off balance.  After his initial confusion he
was now sure what he felt for him – it was love.  But now he had ruined
everything.  It was all over.

How could he make Brandon his boy, protect him and make him happy when he
himself was such a fuck-up?  What had happened with Nate was not an
aberration.  Pete was addicted to sex – his cock took over from his
brain – and the same thing would surely happen again with someone else.
That was his history – a different girl every night – and it would
take many therapy sessions with Steve to break the mold.  In the meantime
he could not dedicate himself to a boy of his own, especially a boy as
vulnerable as Brandon.

So as he stood bound and stretched in this silent blackness he didn't care
what happened to him.  Let Adam take his revenge, punish his body.  He
deserved whatever the Aussie dished out.  Sure, he had not actually raped
Nate but that had been his intention.  It's just that Nate had been
level-headed enough to talk him out of it.  What would happen next time?
He was a dangerous man.  He could never be Brandon's master.

Such were the thoughts racing through his agonized mind when he saw a dim
red light.  The lights in the room were getting brighter, spotlights that
rose to a bright red shining down on him.  The windowless cellar was
painted black – walls and ceiling – but there was an abundance of
mirrors.  As his eyes became accustomed to the light he found himself
looking at multiple reflections ... of himself.

It was surreal, like looking at a stranger.  He stared at the handsome
Ranger, stripped to the waist in black jeans and boots, his arms stretched
tight upward.  His muscular torso – shoulders, arms and hairy chest –
rippled with the pressure on his body.  He looked up and saw, as he had
expected, that his wrists were attached to chains hanging from the ceiling.

Hanging on the walls were items of equipment from Adam's leather world –
chains, restraints, paddles, whips – all stuff the macho Aussie no doubt
used when he and his boy "played" as Nate had called it.  And in the middle
of it all hung the shirtless Ranger, awaiting his fate.  The sight was
homoerotic and Pete was shocked to feel his cock getting hard in his jeans.

Up to now he had never been turned on by bondage and discipline, the
master/slave sexual fantasies that Adam obviously indulged in, but as he
pulled at his wrist restraints and heard the chains rattle his feeling of
helplessness sent a hot rush through his bound body.

And what of Nate?  Was he into leather like Adam or was he simply indulging
his master?  He soon got his answer.  He heard the sound of boots on the
stairs, the door opened ... and there stood Nate.  But a very different boy
from the cheerful young Aussie he was used to.

Nate looked strikingly hot dressed in leather ... black boots and shiny
black leather chaps with nothing underneath, the white globes of his naked
ass bulging out of the chaps.  He wore a leather vest hanging open over his
otherwise naked chest, and on his head was a soft leather cap with the peak
slanted to one side, his hair poking out the front.  With his cheeky face
he looked cute but, at the same time, the perfect image of a handsome young
leather-boy.

And he was a leather-boy doing the bidding of his master.  Without a word
he pulled off the wall a cat o' none tails, a whip with a dozen rawhide
braids, and draped it round the Ranger's neck.  Then he retreated to a
corner of the room, stood with his hands behind his back ... and waited.

The ritualistic nature of the scene scared Pete.  He looked at the Ranger
in the mirror, bare chested with a whip round his neck, his muscles
stretched as if he were a prisoner being tortured on a rack.  It was a
degrading sight but, worst of all, he knew he deserved it.  The sight of
Nate had brought back the image of his inexcusable act and he hung his head
in shame.

Again he heard the sound of boots on the stairs and the door opening.  He
didn't look up as he felt the whip being pulled from his neck.  The handle
was pressed under his chin and pushed his face up until he found himself
staring into the coldly menacing brown eyes of the leather-master.

Adam looked spectacular.  He had shed the jacket and now the perfection of
his muscularity was on full display under the studded leather harness
crossed over the slabs of his pecs.  His broad shoulders flexed as he held
the whip in his fist, his biceps tense, flared lats slanting down past his
ripped abs to his slim waist, the tight leather pants hugging his hips.

Pete flinched but then instinctively regained a look of defiance.  He was a
Ranger, goddammit.  He was tough enough to take anything this Aussie could
throw at him.  But still he was forced to look into Adam's eyes, with the
whip handle supporting his chin.  And then he heard the leatherman's deep
Australian drawl.

"So, mate, you wanted to fuck my boy's ass – nigh on raped him.  I
thought I could trust you but apparently not.  But I can trust my boy here
and he told me the whole story – how you exposed his ass and pulled out
your cock.  He always tells me the truth, and he confessed he would have
liked getting fucked by a hot Ranger like you but knew he had to get my
permission.

"He remembered the times I've got angry with him and tied him up like you
are now and whipped and fucked him.  He go off on that but he knew I'd have
really lost my cool if I'd caught him getting his ass ploughed by the
lodger – stud Ranger or not – without permission.  I admire his
honesty so you know what, mate?  I'm gonna reward it.  I'm gonna give him
permission to get fucked by you.  `Course, I'm gonna be here to help things
along a bit."

Pete stared at him in confusion.  His earlier hotheaded impulse to fuck
Nate had been sheer sexual addiction.  Right now the only boy he wanted was
Brandon.  Even though the hot young leather-boy in the corner with his ass
hanging out of his chaps was extremely fuckable, Pete resisted the
temptation.  He knew he could never be Brandon's master but in spite of
everything he still felt a loyalty to the boy.  Pete had expected
punishment from Adam, but never this.  Against all logic the leather-master
was practically ordering him to fuck his own boy.

"Hey, boy.  Get your ass over here," Adam ordered.  Nate jumped to obey and
stood a few feet in front of Pete with his back to him, his ass cheeks on
full display popping out of his chaps.

"See that ass, Ranger?  I tell you from experience that is one hot young
ass to fuck – warm, juicy, it wraps around a man's cock and drains it
dry.  So you're in luck, man.  You get to feel what you tried to take by
force – because I'm giving you permission.  And you better fuck him
good, man, `cause he's hungry for cock and I always make sure my boy gets
what he wants.  And I'm betting you want it too.  Shit, you tried to rape
him after all."

This was all going in a weird direction for Pete and he pulled
instinctively, but helplessly, at his restraints.  His stupid attempt to
force himself on Nate had deadened his desire to fuck him, and he resented
like hell being given `permission' by the Aussie, leather-master or not.

"So let's see how much you want that ass, man."  Adam came close and ripped
open Pete's jeans.  "Well what d'ya know?  Will you look at that?"  Instead
of a rigid pole rearing up, the cock that flopped out of the jeans was limp
– long, thick, but swinging down listlessly between his legs.  So
resistant to the Aussie's arrogant command to fuck, Pete's lack of an
erection was a gesture of defiance.  And it made Adam angry.

He flicked the whip at the long cock several times making it swing wildly
as the Ranger groaned and pulled at his chains.  Adam snarled, "This thing
here, mate, is an insult to my boy and to me.  Look at me, man."  Adam held
out his arms and flexed his muscles, an icon of macho leather dominance.
"Do I look like a man who takes insults?  Damn you, man, my boy wants that
dick in his ass and by god he's gonna get it, even if I have to whip an
erection out of you."

Adam flicked the whip higher, over Pete's abs and up to his chest.  He
increased the speed and strength of his blows until the Ranger was groaning
in pain and flexing his hairy chest to absorb the lashes biting into his
pecs.  He reflexively pulled desperately at his restraints and his body
writhed in a futile attempt at escape.

Still, he stared defiantly into his tormentor's eyes – those brown eyes
set in the ruggedly handsome face with its chiseled features and square
jaw.  Pete watched the leather-god's muscles ripple as he flogged him and,
despite the pain in his chest, felt his cock stirring.

"That's better, mate," Adam said.  "So let's turn up the heat ... I wanna
see that rod get hard enough to fuck my boy."  He stood back, unclipped the
harness from his chest and tossed it aside.  Pete gasped as he saw the
leatherman stripped to the waist, in heavy boots and leather pants that
hugged his hips and thighs.  The Ranger's cock pulsed at the sight.

"Not good enough," Adam barked.  "I want it rock hard for my boy.  Let's
stop fooling around here."  He walked behind Pete and looked at his broad
muscled back, stretched upward, lats flared.  "Yeah, perfect," Adam
growled.  He raised the whip and smashed it across the Ranger's back,
eliciting a scream that bounced off the walls of the underground cellar.
Adam knew what he was doing – knew that the whip was the kind that did
not do any real damage.

But the flogging was ferocious, prolonged, as Pete gritted his teeth and
endured the pain.  He stared into the mirror at the homoerotic torture
scene under the red lights.  It was like a pornographic drawing – the
Ranger, stripped down to his black jeans, stretched in bondage ... the hot
young leather-boy displaying the perfect ass waiting to get fucked ... and
the shirtless leather-master, his flawless muscles rippling as he lashed
his bound captive.  And the incessant pain of the whip as the leatherman
painted red stripes on the canvass of his broad back.

The image was overwhelming and Pete was suddenly aware that his cock was
now standing out as stiff as a pole.  "You got what you wanted," the Ranger
groaned.  "I can't take any more.  Please stop, man.  I submit.  I'm ready
to fuck your boy."

Adam dropped the whip and came round to face his boy.  He dipped his
fingers into a nearby tub of lube, reached round the boy, pressed his
greasy fingers into his ass and massaged it.  "You OK, mate?" he said
softly.  "This really what you want?"

"Yes, and yes, sir.  Thank you, sir."  Adam pushed Nate gently backward and
guided his ass onto the prong that was now hard as steel.  Nate and Pete
both groaned loudly as the Ranger's cock slid all the way into the
leather-boy's ass.  Adam pushed the cap to the back of Nate's head and
kissed him on the mouth as he cupped his hand round his ass cheeks and
pushed them back and forth onto the long shaft.

Adam was in complete control, giving his boy the pleasure he craved.  Even
as he kissed Nate he glanced over his shoulder at the look of ecstasy in
the Ranger's eyes.  Adam pulled off Nate's mouth and said, "Feel good boy?
That how you like it?"

Nate stared into his eyes.  "Sir, I ... I would like it harder, sir.  I
want to feel the Ranger's cock pound my ass."

"You got it, mate."  Adam pulled away, picked up the whip he had dropped
and went behind his prisoner.  He leaned against him and talked to his
reflection in the mirror.  Man you are one hot fucking alpha male, a real
top-man.  But look at you now, Ranger, stripped to the waist, body
stretched in chains at the mercy of the leather-master.  You know I can
make you do anything, right?"

"Yeah," Pete moaned grudgingly.

"You can do better than that, stud, let's try again.  You admit that I can
make you do anything?"

"Yes, sir," the Ranger said, his defiance crumbling.

"Good.  Now you have a reputation as a sex-stud, banging anything that
walks.  Well see, my boy wants you to bang his ass real good.  He likes it
hard man, and I'm gonna make sure he gets it."  Adam pulled back and
slammed the whip against the already tender flesh of his back.

"Aaagh!"  As Pete's body jerked forward his cock drove hard into the boy's
ass and Nate yelled, "Yeah that's it.  Make him do it, sir."

So that's what Adam did, whipping the Ranger hard, forcing his cock to
piston in and out of the young Aussie's ass.  Pete became a fuck machine,
jack-hammering the ass of the hot young leather-boy who was leaning
forward, his hands on his knees, pushing his ass back onto the pounding
shaft.  The Ranger was in the macho world of man-sex where all he could
feel was the burning pain in his whipped back and the fire in his cock.  He
was on the rack, tortured by the vengeful leather-stud into fucking his
beautiful boy.

It was Nate who brought it to a climax.  "Sir, it feels so hot I think I
gotta cum.  May I, sir?"

"Go for it, kid, while I make the Ranger bust his load in your ass."  Adam
flexed his muscles and poured all his strength into the flogging.

"You're tough, Ranger, but you know you can't take any more.  You tried to
rape my boy's ass and now he's raping your cock.  Now you know – you
hurt a leatherman's boy and you pay.  You surrender to him.  Let me hear
you submit while your cock busts its load in my boy's ass.  Do it, man.
You know I'm the best.  Do it!"

One last brutal lash made the Ranger scream, made his body jerk forward and
his cock explode deep in the boy's ass.  He kept howling as stream after
stream of jizz poured from his cock, and his shouts were joined by Nate's
whose shuddering dick blasted cum on the ground.

Nate had got what he wanted – a great fuck.  And so had Adam –
retribution.  And so had Pete (though he hadn't known it) – a new wild
sexual experience – the exhilaration of being subjected to bondage,
domination and being whipped to submission by a spectacular leatherman.

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

Adam faced his boy, kissed him and pulled him gently off Pete's cock, which
flopped down dripping cum on his boots.  "That was a beaut, kid," the
Aussie smiled. "You were brilliant."

Then the he confronted the Ranger, his head sagging in exhaustion, his
sweat-streaked body hanging limply from the chains, back stinging with
pain, cock still shuddering.  Once again Adam pressed the end of the whip
handle under Pete's chin, raised his head and smiled at him in admiration.
"You are one hell of a fucking stud, Ranger.  A real man's man.  And that's
why this is not quite over.  See, I knew what I wanted the minute I laid
eyes on you yesterday.  And now I'm gonna take it – now that I've broken
you and you've no fight left."

He stood back and, as before, spread out his arms and flexed his muscles,
the shirtless leather-god flaunting his body.  "See this, man?  I know what
you want, but I wanna hear it from you."

Pete saw himself in the mirror, the homoerotic image of the half-naked
Ranger hanging from chains in abject surrender to the leather-master facing
him.  "Fuck you, man," he groaned with his last shred of defiance.  But
Adam had broken the Ranger's macho spirit into total submission.  In an
agony of sexual desire Pete howled. "God help me I want your fucking dick
in my ass ... I want you to fuck my ass...!"

Adam grinned at him triumphantly, unzipped his leather pants and pulled out
his huge cock, hard as steel.  "I'll give you a break, man, I'll warm up
your ass first.  He dipped his fingers into the jar of lube and spread the
thick grease over the handle of the whip.  He leaned his face forward,
inches from Pete's, reached round him and pushed the whip handle slowly
into his ass.

As Pete groaned Adam said, "Look at me, man.  These are the eyes of a
leather-master, an Aussie stud who's demolished you – chained you up,
whipped you, forced you to fuck my boy and now you're begging me to fuck
your ass.  Now look into the mirror `cause your gonna see a rare sight –
one alpha top-man pound the ass of another.  And I'm gonna use your
magnificent body to train my boy in how one man dominates another."

Adam greased up his own cock, walked behind the groaning Ranger and looked
with satisfaction at the whip hanging out of his ass.  "Now that, big guy,
is what you call total humiliation.  Feel that whip in your ass?  That what
you want?"

In a delirium of raw lust the Ranger groaned.  "Man, I wanna feel your dick
in my ass."  He was almost sobbing as he pleaded.  "Fuck my ass, I need it
so bad.  Please, sir ... Fuck me ..."

It was time to end it.  Adam yanked the whip out of Pete's ass and tossed
it to Nate.  "Use it, boy ... like I showed you."  Adam plunged his stiff
rod inside the Ranger's ass and his screams bounced off the wall.  Pete
flinched as Nate raised the whip and lashed it across his chest.  It stung
but was not nearly as painful as the pile driver in his ass.

The reflection in the mirror filled him with horror and exhilaration.  The
Ranger was helplessly chained, his ass being hammered by the leather-master
while the leather-boy trainee whipped his pecs.  Totally at their mercy he
pulled frantically at his chained wrists, his writhing body thrashing in a
desperate attempt to shield itself from the attack on his ass and chest.

Hypnotized by the pornographic sight in the mirror Pete lost all restraint
and surrendered to the desires long buried deep inside him.  He wanted it,
craved it – the bondage, the whip, the brutal fuck.  "Yeah," he
screamed, "Fuck me, whip me ... harder, harder, I wanna it bad ... I wanna
feel it ... aaagh!"

He felt Adam's cock pulse and pour its juice deep inside him, felt his boy
thrashing his chest ... and he shuddered uncontrollably as his cock erupted
in a long stream that splashed on the boys bare chest.  "Yeaahh..."  He
pulled his body up on the chains, legs flailing in the air in an ecstasy of
pain and newfound rapture.  Then suddenly his muscles gave out, his feet
touched the floor and his body went limp, hanging from the chains above
him.

He must have passed out and hung semi-conscious until the pain in his arms
made him straighten up and open his eyes.  He was alone again.  In the
mirror he saw the shirtless prisoner stretched on the rack, sweat pouring
down his whip-striped body, the whip sticking humiliatingly out of his ass.

He saw himself as if for the first time – an authoritarian figure who
had been trapped in his own sexual hunger – first forcing himself on
Nate, and then, after being swept into the leather world of bondage and
domination, losing all restraint and craving to be ass-fucked and whipped
by the leather-master and his boy.

As his mind drifted from this newly discovered world he heaved a sob as his
thoughts went back to Brandon – that sweet, honest, loving boy who had
been so lonely, had endured such hardship, and had come out of it strong,
independent and yearning to be loved.  He looked again at the broken man in
the mirror.  There was no way he could be that boy's master ... his sexual
appetites would not allow it, would not allow him to be the solid, loyal
protector the boy needed and deserved.

The pain he felt was worse than anything Adam could have inflicted.  He had
lost the boy he could have loved, the boy he could have folded in his arms
as his master.  All that was gone and he sobbed quietly, alone in the stark
silence of the cellar.

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

Half an hour later he was recovering in the living room, drinking brandy
with Adam and Nate.  Adam, in his usual crisp, efficient way, was brief but
decisive.  "You know, Pete, I don't always see eye to eye with Randy but he
has one rule that we all follow.  When there's trouble and a guy fucks up
he gets punished, makes amends – and that's an end of it – no hard
feelings.

"Your first day here with Nate and me has been pretty intense, though I for
one found a lot of it real hot.  It's the kind of action I love, especially
with an alpha stud like you.  And I have a suspicion that you discovered
hidden depths about yourself too.  We should get you some a leather outfit
and have you join Zack and me on a bike run.  But I hope you're gonna stay
with us as planned, mate.  Nate and me are counting on it."

He held out his hand and, with only minor hesitation, Pete shook it warmly.
But there was still a distant look in Pete's eyes and Adam said.  "Yeah, I
know ... Brandon's waiting for you up at his place and you gotta go sort
things out with him.  Go easy on the boy, mate."

Pete stood up.  "Thanks for still wanting me here, Adam.  It'll be great
staying with you and Nate.  He hugged Nate who said quietly, "Be kind to
Brandon, sir.  He's my friend."

Pete left the house and as he drove up the hill he knew that he was about
to do the hardest thing he had ever faced.  When he knocked on Brandon's
door it flew open and there was Brandon, smiling brightly in his
wheelchair, reaching up with open arms.  Pete leaned down to hug him but it
was a stiff, reticent hug and Brandon instantly sensed that something was
wrong.  Anxiously he led Pete inside, where Mario greeted him.

Pete sat on the couch and pulled Brandon's wheelchair round to face him.
He took a deep breath and said, "Brandon, I've got something to tell you."
Mario rose to leave them alone but Pete said, "No, Mario, stay.  I want you
hear this too."

Pete gazed into Brandon's wide eyes blinking nervously behind his
black-rimmed glasses.  "Today, Brandon, I did something real bad – I
tried to force myself on Nate and would have fucked him, but he pushed me
off and Adam showed up just in time.  Of course I got the punishment I
deserved from Adam, but that's not the point.  See, it was my sexual
addiction rearing up – and it'll happen again."  Brandon felt a stab of
panic.

"Kiddo, I love you – but I can't be the man for you.  I'm not reliable,
I'm damaged goods and I know I'd end up hurting you.  You're a terrific
young man and we can still be friends, but I can't be a master to you or
anyone else.  See, my sexual hang-ups are a kind of sickness."

Brandon's heart missed a beat ... and he started to plead.  "But, sir, when
people join together it's like ... in sickness and in health, isn't it?
That's what they say.  Sir, I love you and I don't care how many guys you
fuck as long as we can be together.  I'll be a good boy for you, sir, I
promise.  You can fuck me as often as you like if it helps with your sexual
thing."  His voice was rising in panic.  "You can fuck me now, sir, right
here.  Look, I'll get on the ground and take off my shorts.  Please, sir
..."

Pete choked back tears as he put a restraining arm on the boy's.  "God
knows I don't wanna hurt you kid, but it has to be like this.  One day
you'll see that I'm right..."  He choked up and tears came to his eyes.  "I
can't say anything else right now, kid, `cos we'll just go round and round
and get nowhere.  I'll drop in and see you after work tomorrow, make sure
you're OK."

Pete stood up, feeling like a coward, and said, "Mario, take care of him
... please ..."  Tears were running down his cheeks as he left and the door
closed behind him.

Brandon was in a state of shock and thought he would throw up.  He turned
desperately to Mario who ran forward, knelt down and threw his arms tightly
round his friend.  "What am I gonna do, Mario?  I love him ... I thought he
was gonna ask me to be his boy.  I ..." and he broke down sobbing on
Mario's shoulder.

Mario held him tight and said softly in his ear, "Hey, hey, amico, maybe
it's not the end of the world.  I have a feeling things can still work
out."

Brandon pulled back and stared at him, grabbing desperately at this ray of
hope.  "You promise?"

Mario smiled.  "I cannot make promises about things I cannot control,
amico, but I have seen you together, seen how you love each other."  He
gently pulled off Brandon's glasses, kissed him softly on the eyes and
licked the tears from his cheeks.  "I cannot believe this is the end.  I
have a – how you say? – a hunch that there's a story still to play
out.  And in the meantime you have me."

"Will you stay with me tonight, Mario?"

"Of course I will mi amico.  I will hold you and we will sleep – and
tomorrow will be a new day."

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

The house had an intuition all of its own and throughout the next day there
was a tension in the air shared by all, almost by osmosis as nobody else
knew what had happened.

In the early evening Bob had just come home from work and was relaxing in
the master suite, still in his work suit and tie.  The door burst open and
Randy stood there in his usual greasy cargo pants, work boots and
dirt-streaked tank top.  His breath was heaving like a stallion in heat –
which was close to the truth – and Bob grinned, "Tough day?"

"A mother fucker," the construction boss growled, ripping open his pants.
"And you're gonna get your ass fucked."  Bob had seen Randy in this mood
many times before, a mood that always turned him on, and he unzipped his
pants.

Just then there was a tentative knock on the door and Randy said, "Shit."
The door opened and Jamie poked his head in.  "Oh, sorry, sirs, I didn't
know," he apologized.  "I'll come back."

"No come in," said Bob zipping his pants back up.  "Is there a problem?"

"Well, sir, I'm not really sure.  See, it's Brandon."

Randy's head jerked up, his protective instincts kicking in, and he said
sharply, "Brandon?  What's up – did anyone hurt him?"

"It's just that he's been real quiet all day, hardly said a word.  And a
couple of times I caught him crying, though he denied it, of course.  You
know how he is.  He's still in the office and ..."

Randy buttoned his pants and strode out of the room, followed by Bob and
Jamie.  He burst into the office where Brandon had his head bowed over his
computer.  The boy jolted as he felt an arm on his shoulder. He looked up
and stared into Randy's face, tears running down his cheeks.

"You're crying, kid," Randy said.

"No I'm not, sir," Brandon sniffled.

"Don't bullshit me, kid.  If I say you're crying, you're crying."  He
picked up a nearby cloth and gently wiped Brandon's eyes and cheeks.
Standing behind him Bob smiled, wondering how many times in the past he had
done this same thing for his younger brothers.  Randy held the cloth over
the boy's nose and said, "Blow".  Brandon blew his nose hard and composed
himself, taking off his glasses to wipe them.

Randy sat facing him as Brandon put his glasses back on and blinked.  "Now
listen to me, kiddo," Randy said gently.  "How often have I told you that
if you're in trouble you come straight to me?  Well you're in trouble and
I'm here.  So what's the problem?  Tell me all of it."

Comforted by Randy's strong but gentle voice Brandon told him everything
about Pete's visit to him, what he had done to Nate and why he felt he
couldn't trust himself with a boy.  "So he's gone, sir.  I thought I was
gonna be his boy, sir, though I know I shouldn't have expected to become
the boy of a hot man like him – you know, like, me in a wheelchair and
all.  You think that's what he couldn't handle, me not being able to walk?
I dunno.  He blamed it all on what he said was his sickness, being addicted
to sex and all."

"Fuck," Randy growled, "every damn man and boy in this house is addicted to
sex and it hasn't hurt us none.  Listen, kid, you sure you're in love with
the Ranger?"

"Absolutely, sir, and I know he loves me.  He told me so."

"Right."  Randy stood up.  "Stay right here.  Jamie, take care of him."  He
turned on his heel and left the office.  He stomped across the lawn and Bob
kept up with him panting, "This is crazy.  Those two belong to each other I
could swear it."

Randy stopped and faced him.  "You sure about that?"  Bob nodded
vigorously.  "Right, go back to the kid.  I'll take care of this myself.
Alone now Randy pulled out his phone and punched a number.  "Steve?  Where
are you, home?  Good, you got one more patient today."  He explained what
he wanted.

"Randy," Steve protested, "I just got home from work.  Besides, you say the
patient doesn't even know about this yet?  Man, you can't go all caveman
and just drag a patient in to see me.  He has to be the one to reach out to
me himself, you know the rules.  Tell him to call my office for an
appointment."

"Goddammit, man, this is your brother," Randy yelled.  "Don't fucking-well
quote no fucking rules to me, or do I have to fucking come up there and
sort you out?"

In addition to the anger in his brother's voice Steve could hear the
passion and urgency. Steve's rule of thumb was the more `fuckings' there
were in one of Randy's sentences, the more determined he was.  He sighed,
"OK, bro, I'll bend the rules just this once.  I'll see him in half an
hour, before Lloyd and I have dinner."

Randy shut off the phone, went through the adjoining gate to Adam's house
and walked right into the house.  Adam leapt to his feet but his protest
was cut off by, "Where the fuck is he?  Where's the Ranger?"

"That's his room there but you can't just barge in here and..."  Randy
completely ignored him, went through the door he indicated and slammed it
behind him.  Pete, just home from work, still in his Ranger's uniform was
slumped in a chair staring at the floor.  He leapt to his feet and
confronted the ferocious gypsy but didn't get a chance to speak.

"I told you, man," Randy barked, jabbing his finger at Pete, "I told you to
take care of that kid and what do I find?  He's slumped in the office
crying his eyes out all because of you.  What, you chickened out because
the boy's in a wheelchair and you couldn't handle it?"

"That's not fair, Randy... you don't..."

"No, I tell you what's not fair, asshole – what's so fucking not fair it
stinks.  That's leading that sweet kid on like that, then smashing his
dreams because you're what ..."– he spat the words out – "sexually
compulsive?  Well deal with it, shithead, `coz you know what?  We're all
fucking sexually compulsive here and life's fucking great."  He sneered.
"You either check yourself into the nut house for `treatment' like some
fucking movie star or you deal with it."

"It's not that I don't love the boy, I do, but..."

"No, you don't get it man.  There are no `buts'.  Bob said the two of you
belong together and that's good enough for me.  Now get your ass out to my
truck and wait for me."

"Man, you can't come charging in here and ..."

Randy's eyes blazed.  "I said, get – the – fuck – out of here
... or do I have to make you?"  He grabbed Pete's arm, twisted it painfully
behind his back and frog marched him out of the house, to the astonished
gazes of Adam and Nate.  Out at the truck he yanked open the door and
practically threw the Ranger in.  "Make one move, asshole, and I'll shove
my fist up your ass."

He went back to the office and grabbed Brandon's wheelchair.  "Come on,
kid, we're going for a ride."  He glared at Bob and Jamie.  "You two stay
here.  I'm in charge now."  Bob shrugged and murmured, "So what else is
new?"

At the truck Pete hadn't moved.  Having been beaten down yesterday by Adam,
and worse still, by his own guilt, he had no stamina to resist the raging
gypsy.  Randy lifted Brandon into the truck and threw the folded wheelchair
in the back seat.  He got behind the wheel, his jaw clenched, breath
heaving.  Sitting between Randy and Pete Brandon stared straight ahead,
fearful but with a glimmer of hope now that Randy was in charge.  They
drove in silence.

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

Bob had phoned Steve and set out the whole situation for him.  Steve then
spoke at some length with Lloyd detailing his plan.  That was strictly
unethical, but Steve was not big on ethics.  When the truck arrived he and
Lloyd went out to meet it.  Brandon wheeled himself inside followed by Pete
and Randy, but inside the door Steve blocked Randy's way.  Speaking
carefully Steve said, "Randy, this is a session with my patients Pete and
Brandon.  Your presence would be unethical.  Lloyd why don't you fix a
drink for Randy out by the pool?"

Randy's impulse was to protest, but he grudgingly agreed.  Before he went
he said plaintively to Steve.  "Take care of the boy, bro.  Make it come
right for him.  He's real special to me."

"No kidding," Steve chuckled.  "Huh, I don't have to be a shrink to work
that one out."  He touched Randy's arm and said more seriously, "Don't
worry, bro, I know what he means to you.  I'll do my best."

And so the session began.  Pete sat in an armchair a few feet away from
Brandon's wheelchair, both facing Steve.  To save time Steve outlined the
situation as it had been explained to him by Bob.  "Is that how you see it,
Pete?"

"Yeah that's pretty much it.  Man, I hate to do this but you see that I'm
such a giant fuck up I would be a crappy master for Brandon or any other
boy."

"Is there another boy, Pete?'

"Of course not," Pete bristled.  "I love Brandon – no one else.  I've
never really loved anyone else.  It's just that I can't..."

Steve cut him off by asking Brandon, "And how do you feel about all this,
Brandon?"

Brandon adjusted his glasses and spoke nervously.  "It's real simple, sir.
It sounds kinda silly `coz I've only known Pete a few days but I know I
love him.  And he says he loves me.  I kinda thought he might ask me to be
his boy and that would have been wonderful but ... well, I understand if he
doesn't want that, whatever the reason.  But I don't care what's happened,
I could still be a good boy and ..."  He choked back tears.  "Sorry, sir, I
try not to do that but ..."

"That's OK, Brandon," Steve smiled.  "A lot of my patients shed a tear or
two.  But I think you're right, it is a simple situation for you. You're in
love with a man and want to be with him. That's all I need to know from
you.  But I need to talk some more with Pete."  He called out, "Hey,
Lloyd."

Lloyd came in instantly as if he had been waiting for the call.  "Take
Brandon into another room and take care of him.  I need to chat to Pete."
Brandon looked confused but allowed himself to be wheeled out of Steve's
office by Lloyd.  Having been out by the pool with Randy Lloyd was wearing
only swim trunks and his flawless gym muscles rippled as they left.

Pete felt a pang of unease as he watched Lloyd wheel Brandon away and he
frowned, a gesture Steve noted.  "OK, Pete, let me first reassure you that
I understand your problem completely.  Many of my patients are sexually
compulsive and there is a whole range of treatments I can prescribe,
including residential rehab.  We'll need to have many more sessions, but in
the meantime you're quite right.  A man as unstable as you has no right
being any boy's master so you did the right thing breaking up with him."

Pete winced, unhappy with Steve's professional assessment even though it
agreed with his own.  But Steve reassured him.  "I wouldn't worry too much
about Brandon – he's a bright young kid, good looking and gives a great
blow-job, I hear."  Pete winced again and shuffled uneasily in his chair as
Steve continued.

"He'll find another master in no time.  As a matter of fact – I don't
want to jump the gun here – Lloyd has been on at me for some time that
we should have a boy here, and Brandon would certainly fill the bill."  He
paused to let the idea sink in, noticing Pete tense and clench his fists.

"He would take care of both of us, doing the cooking and taking care of us
sexually.  After all, we're known as a pretty hot couple, both good
looking, great bodies, and any kid would jump at the chance.  It's a great
house, we've lots of money and he'd be well taken care of.  Could even give
up his job down at the house if he wanted to."

"Nah, I dunno," said Pete.  "I don't think we should decide anything too
soon."

"Well," Steve smiled, "it's kind of out of your hands now, Pete, and you're
probably relieved.  See, I think Brandon is feeling rejected and betrayed
right now, so it would be good for his self-esteem to be taken in by
someone else right away, made to feel he belongs somewhere else."

As he spoke Steve could sense Pete's mood growing darker, his concern
getting deeper. Steve leaned forward with a smile and lowered his voice
confidentially.  "As a matter of fact, I probably shouldn't tell you this,
but I believe Lloyd is getting to know Brandon right now – very well, if
you know what I mean."  He grinned.  "Taking him for a test run, you might
say.  You saw how great Lloyd looks in those swim trunks, any boy would
give him what he wants.  Lloyd's a terrific fuck as I know only too well.
Brandon's probably turning a new page in his life even as we speak."

"No!"  Pete leapt to his feet.  "Not Lloyd, not anyone.  The boy's mine
... I love him and he's gonna live with me!  He's my boy, you get that?"
He ran from the room and stopped, disoriented, until he heard sounds coming
from the bedroom.  He burst in and stared in horror at the bed.  Lloyd was
naked, his cock hard, with Brandon beside him. Lloyd had pulled Brandon's
cock out of his shorts and was stroking it, leaning forward and kissing him
on the eyes and lips.

Pete launched himself across the room, grabbed Lloyd's shoulder and yanked
him off the bed and onto his feet.  Get out," he roared.  "That's my boy
there and no one gets to fuck him but me.  So get the fuck outa here!"

Lloyd picked up his swim trunks, left the room and went into Steve's
office.  He stood there pouting, butt naked, holding his shorts.  "I just
got thrown out of my own bedroom," he said sullenly.

Steve roared with laughter.  "Good, it worked then.  Well done, buddy, you
did great.  You, er, you didn't...?"

"'Course I didn't.  What do you think this is?"  He slapped his roaring
hard-on.  "Gotta find some other ass to fuck now."

"As soon as they've all gone buddy," Steve smiled sweetly.  "I promise."

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

In the bedroom Brandon stared nervously up at the uniformed Ranger.  "Sir,"
he blurted out, "he didn't do anything to me.  I swear I didn't want it
... I didn't want him ... I wanted you, sir."

"It's OK, Brandon, I know that.  Lloyd was just playing his part in Steve's
`therapy'.  Weird kind of therapy but it worked.  It made me realize how
much I wanted you – and I couldn't stand the idea of you belonging to
someone else.  It made me see what a complete asshole I've been.  I hurt
the boy I love, I made you unhappy and I'll never forgive myself for that.
So, after putting you through all that, I'm sure you wouldn't want to ..."

"Yes I would, sir!"  Brandon blinked hard behind his glasses.

"You would?  After all that you still want to become my boy, Brandon?"

"Yes please, sir," Brandon said, "more than anything in the world.  I don't
care about all the stuff that's happened.  And as for that sex addiction
thing ... we can work that out ... and if it helps you can fuck me as often
as you want, sir.  I mean, it's simple ... I'm in love with you sir."

Pete smiled down at him.  "Would you like me to fuck you now, boy?"

"Yes please, sir."  Brandon had taken off his gasses and was already
pulling off his T-shirt and shorts.  He watched the Ranger strip
frantically, kicking off his boots, ripping off his shirt and pants until
he towered over his boy buck naked.  His cock was hard as steel.  He spat
on it, stroked it, then fell forward onto the trembling boy and pulled his
legs over his shoulders.  "This is where I belong, kiddo, where we both
belong."

He eased his cock into the Brandon's ass, and the ecstatic boy watched his
master's muscular body rise and fall above him.  He ran his hands over the
mounds of Pete's hairy chest while he felt the exquisite sensation of the
Ranger's rod sliding in and out of his ass.  They sighed with relief that
the turmoil was behind them and a new chapter was opening in both their
lives.

"Hi, Brandon."

"Hello, sir."

That was all that needed to be said.  They gazed into each other's eyes for
a long, long time as they made love – the consummation of their union as
man and boy.  Finally Pete leaned forward, clamped his hands on Brandon's
wrists and pinned them to the bed.  "Now you're my captive boy – and I'm
your master."  He bent down, pressed his lips on Brandon's in a grinding
kiss that drove them to the brink of orgasm.  Pete raised his head and
smiled.  "And now your master is gonna shoot his juice inside his boy's
ass.  You ready?"

"Yes please, sir.  You're so beautiful, sir, I ... I ... aaah."  He stared
wild-eyed at his new master and his voice rang with pure joy as his cock
spurted cum up onto the Ranger's hairy chest.  "I love you, boy," Pete
sighed, pouring warm semen deep inside his boy's ass.

It was done.  After such a rocky start, where their union almost foundered
on the Ranger's insecurity in this new, unfamiliar world, they had turned
their back on the chilly past and taken their first steps into a future of
safety and warmth.

When their cocks had drained and their heartbeats subsided, Pete fell
forward onto his boy and whispered in his ear, "This is for keeps, kiddo.
I'm always gonna love you and take care of you.  You gonna be a good boy
for me?"

"The best in the whole world, sir."

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

After effusive goodbyes and thanks to Steve and Lloyd, Pete and Brandon
were being driven home by Randy.  Pete said, "I don't know how I can ever
thank you, Randy.  You're incredible. You sure have a way of taking charge
and cutting through the crap."

"Ah," said Randy dismissively.  "It's just something I do.  Gotta keep the
tribe in shape, get rid of the bullshit."

He dropped them off at Brandon's apartment where they would obviously spend
the rest of the night.  Randy sighed as he pulled up at his own gate and
walked toward the master suite through a crowd of boys setting up dinner
and chattering excitedly.

Bob stood up anxiously as Randy came into the bedroom.  "Everything turn
out alright?"

"'Course it did.  Me and my brother took care of it.  It was all bullshit."
Randy grinned.  "Young Brandon's over the moon and that's the main thing.
By the way, what the hell's going on with the boys down there?  They're
buzzing like a hive of bees on steroids."

"Oh, young Eddie's stirring things up and you know how excitable he can be.
Seems Hassan and Zack are taking out the Harleys tomorrow and going on a
bike run, leaving Eddie and Darius to do some work on Hassan's house.  You
know how the kid worships Darius, and they haven't been alone together for
months.  And when the Marine and the leather-jock get back after sitting
astride those bikes for so long they'll be horny as hell.  No knowing
what'll happen."

"So like I said," Randy grinned, "all fucking bullshit.  But they better
get dinner on the table fast `coz I'm fucking starved.  Anyway, you and me,
we got more important matters to take care of.  When I'm hungry I'm horny.
Let's see here, where were we when we were interrupted?"

He pushed Bob onto his back on the bed, towered over him and ripped open
his greasy pants.

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 246

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