Date: Sat, 11 Apr 2015 02:01:22 -0400
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 253  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 253
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: No more caveman. Randy makes tender love with Bob, then
asks, "Did I do it right?" Bob says, "Asshole, you know you're the hottest
fucking lover in the world."  At work the junior boys fuck up – by
fucking each other.  Randy watches their punishment – the senior boys
pounding the asses of the juniors.  The young Italian Mario tells Hassan,
the Marine, "I feel like a new recruit, captain – under you command."

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


Chapter 253 – [The Senior Boys Discipline The Juniors]

After the fight between Randy and Mark, and between their boys Pablo and
Jamie, tension was high.  So Doctor Steve had come up with a plan to
resolve their issues – a "fucking cockamamie scheme", a skeptical Randy
had growled.  They had swapped boys for two days and taken them on separate
trips.  Mark was currently at the Ritz Carlton Hotel with Pablo, while
Randy had taken Jamie fishing up at the lake in the Angeles National
Forest.

It was a bold plan, unorthodox to say the least, that could easily misfire
and make things even worse.  So everyone in the house was breathlessly
waiting for news, which was in short supply.  Bob had spoken by phone to
Randy at the lake and Mark in the hotel but they were apparently in still
feeling their way and preferred not to predict how things would work out –
or even if they would.  So the group would have to wait until the two
couples came home.

To distract the boys and defuse the tension Zack and Bob had called a
meeting about a different matter that involved most of the boys – the
imminent start of renovation work on the bungalow up the hill.  Bob had
recently bought the bungalow as a rental and, although it had its charms,
Randy had proclaimed it a "fixer" – run down and in need of renovation.
After that, Pete, the ranger, was to rent it and to live in it with his
boy, Brandon.

Randy and Zack wanted the renovations to be the boy's project, so the plan
was for Pablo and Darius to be in charge of construction and Ben and Eddie
would be on the crew.  Brandon would monitor the supplies and help Jamie
with the budget, and Mario, as always, would be doing the landscaping.
Randy, Zack and Bob would take turns checking in on them from time to time,
as well as Hassan who would be keeping an eye on his boy Eddie.

As Pablo and Jamie were away on their trips Darius took detailed notes on a
clipboard to share with Pablo later, just as Brandon did for Jamie.  The
meeting was long – and noisy, especially from the youngest boys –
`the three amigos', Eddie, Ben and Brandon.  "Hey, dudes," Brandon grinned,
"I'm ever scared 'coz I'll have three bosses – Pablo, Darius and Jamie."

Darius said, "Yeah, kiddo, but you better wait and see if Pablo and Jamie
are still talking to each other when they get back.  We don't know what's
going down on those trips.  Might turn out to be another slug-fest."

"Better not be," said Pete, "though with all you boys working together, who
knows?  You gotta be on your best behavior."  "Aye-aye, sir," Brandon
saluted, grinning mischievously at Eddie and Ben.

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

Darius had voiced the burning question of the hour – how would it be
when the four guys came back?  There was a whole lot that could go wrong
that could spilt the house in two, with Randy and Pablo on one side, versus
Mark and Jamie on the other, as it had been in the original fight.  So now,
as the group inspected the bungalow, they kept one ear on the gate down the
hill, though neither couple was expected back for several hours.

It was late afternoon when the meeting broke up and they all trooped down
to the house to get ready for dinner.  Bob had decided to make this a major
group event, including Hassan, Jason, Steve and Lloyd.  Ever the optimist,
Bob hoped it would be a group celebration but if worst came to worst at
least everyone would be there as witnesses and to help pick up the pieces.

"Safety in numbers," Bob grinned at Steve, taking comfort in Steve's
confidence that his plan, weird as it seemed, would work out just as he
anticipated.  Bob also confided in the twins who were busy preparing to
feed the big group.

"Guys, if things get ugly I count on you to keep the normal routine going.
I know you'll cook up something special `cos you know what they say –
`Food has charms to soothe the savage beast'."  He grinned.  "Well, I'm
paraphrasing but you get the general idea."  They laughingly reassured him
all would be well, with the cool confidence of culinary experts.

And so the group gathered with the usual boisterous conversation, though
this time there was a nervous edge to it.  This was potentially a pivotal
moment in the tribe's evolution.  And then suddenly all conversation
stopped.  They had heard a car draw up outside and from the purring engine
sound it was obviously the Mercedes.  In the uneasy silence they all stayed
seated instead of the usual rush of welcome at the gate.

They heard the doors slam but no voices – not a good sign.  Then the
gate opened and in came Mark and Pablo.  They had left the hotel right
after lunch and were still dressed in their smart clothes – both in
slacks and dress shirts, Pablo still wearing a jacket and tie to show off.
He was dressed to impress.

OK, so they looked great, but what about their mood?  After a few seconds
of tense silence Pablo suddenly lit up with a gleaming style, spread out
his arms and said, "Ta-da!"

"Show-off," Mark grinned.  Pablo raised his fists and they jokingly sparred
until Pablo landed a mock blow to Mark's jaw.  The cop grabbed Pablo's
wrist and held his arm up high.  "The Winner!  Give it up for the champ,
guys."

Men and boys leapt to their feet in a foot-stomping standing ovation.
Darius walked over to Mark and asked, "Hey, sir, you seen a young grease
monkey anywhere, in tacky old dungarees, dirty face, black hair?  You can't
miss him – big mouth, attitude for days."

"That would be me, boy," Pablo said haughtily, "all cleaned up in my new
duds.  And you better watch it – me and Mark..." he cleared his throat
and continued in a fake British accent ... "er, Mark and I have been wining
and dining in a fancy hotel with waiters standing at our elbows."

"Yeah I bet, dude" grinned Darius.  "But it wasn't your elbow they wanted,
it was that sweet ass of yours.  Talking of which, come here, kiddo."  He
pulled Pablo into a long bear-hug, groped his ass, then led him back to the
table amid a clamor of questions from the boys.

Mark came to the table and Bob stood up to hug him.  "Things worked out OK,
then?'

"Better than you could imagine," Mark smiled.  Then, seriously, "Have you
heard from Randy?"

"Not lately.  Thought it best to leave them alone.  But if you got no call
from Jamie I guess no news is good news."  They sat down next to Steve, and
Bob said to him, "Looks like that crazy plan of yours is working, eh doc?
At least so far."

"Told you it would," Steve said smugly.  "That's two down, two to go."

It wasn't long before they heard the crunch of tires on gravel outside and
the powerful engine of Randy's truck.  It was a replay of the first arrival
as they all held their breath.  But the tension relaxed instantly when
Randy came in with his arm round Jamie's shoulder.  "Hey guys," he yelled
cheerfully.  "How's it hangin'?"

They were both shirtless in cargo shorts and Randy had a cooler under his
free arm.  "Hey, fish anyone?  There's enough in here for ya'll to eat 'til
you grow gills."  The twins ran up, grabbed the cooler and opened the lid.
"Wow, thank you, sir.  That's dinner for the next two days."  They took
them to the kitchen as Mark walked up, grinned at Jamie, then shook hands
with Randy and pulled him into a macho shoulder bump.

"This here's one great kid," Randy said.  "You should be proud of him
officer."

"You bet I am."  Mark turned to Jamie, put his hands on his boy's shoulders
and held him at arm's length.  ""You OK, stud?"

"Never better," Jamie grinned.  "It was touch and go at first but we
learned a lot about each other, and Randy was terrific.  We had a great
time. "  Mark hugged him and kissed him hard.  Then Jamie pulled away and
walked over to Pablo sitting apprehensively at the table.  He stood up and
Jamie held out his hand with a smile.  "Friends?" he asked.  "Best buds,"
Pablo grinned.  They shook hands firmly and then hugged, to the raucous
cheers of the other boys.

Randy stood up and said, "Hey guys – how about a big hand for my brother
Steve here and his cockamamie idea.  Steve stood up to more cheers, took a
mock bow, then threw his arm round Randy. They both looked down and winked
at their young brother Ben who glowed with pride and got a friendly punch
in the shoulder from his friend Eddie.

As the twins served drinks Darius had one more delicate task to perform.
"Hey, dude," he said to Pablo, "we, er, we had a preliminary meeting today
about the reconstruction of the bungalow and I took notes to fill you in."
He was tentative, feeling sure that Pablo would see a meeting without him
as a threat to his leadership, as he had done so often before.

So he was surprised when Pablo said amiably, "Great, buddy.  You can fill
me in after dinner –after we've fucked.  Can't wait to get started."
Darius did a double take and grinned, "Me neither, stud."

Brandon went over his notes with Jamie, and Zack huddled with Lloyd, the
architect on the project.  Sitting next to Randy Bob surveyed the group
with satisfaction and said to Randy, "So I guess that's it, thank god.  The
drama's all over."

Randy grinned at him, his pale blue eyes gleaming in his swarthy face.
"Well not quite, buddy.  See in the last few days I got my butt kicked a
lot.  I got beaten in a fight with Mark who pretty much handed my ass to
me, handcuffed me and fucked me while my boy got fucked beside me by his
boy.  Then on the trip Jamie rejected me, wouldn't let me near his ass even
when I got rough, so I had to wait, practically on my knees, until he said
he wanted us to make love."

Bob laughed.  "So what you're saying is your masculinity's taken a real
beating and now you want to restore it, prove to yourself you're still king
of the gypsies.  And we all know how you do that."  Randy nodded eagerly.
"You wanna go now?"  Bob grinned. "Sure, let's do it."

Randy stood up.  "`Scuse us, guys.  Bob and me have some business to take
care of."  He grabbed Bob's arm and pulled him to the house, leaving
knowing grins all round the table.

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

In their bedroom Bob prepared for the inevitable as he had done so many
times before when Randy came home hot and heavy from a rough day and needed
to vent his anger and tensions by attacking Bob's ass.  Bob prepared for
the raging stallion assault ... which never came.

As Bob began to open his shirt Randy stopped him and said softly, "No,
buddy, let me do that."  He slowly unbuttoned Bob's smart dress shirt,
pulled the tails out of his pants and let it hang open.  He gently pushed
it back from Bob's chest, leaned forward and licked his nipples.  Bob
gasped as Randy's stubbled chin scraped his pecs, then his nipples.  Randy
kissed his lips and rubbed their cheeks together so the rough stubble on
their jaws scratched against each other.

Randy pulled back, pushed Bob's shirt off him and smiled at his surprised
lover.  Randy had worn a T-shirt for dinner but he now pulled it off, went
over to the drinks table, poured two large brandies and gave one to Bob.
"Take a seat," Randy said indicating an armchair, and seated himself in
another close by at an angle. He kicked off his sneakers, leaned forward
and pulled off Bob's loafers and socks.  He sat back and stared at the
gorgeous Superman look-alike, shirtless and barefoot in his elegant slacks.

Randy took a gulp of brandy, sighed and shook his head.  "Man, I go away
for a couple of days and forget how beautiful you are.  I have to learn it
all over again – just like the first time.  Buddy, I'm so in love with
you."

Randy's eyes grew moist and Bob saw that a change had come over him while
he was away with Jamie.  Physically he was still the same brawny
muscle-hunk as ever with his chiseled gypsy features and mesmerizing blue
eyes gleaming like lasers.  Bob knew Randy could pounce like a panther, as
he did so often, but now he just sat and gazed at Bob as if hypnotized.

Bob always got an instant hard-on when Randy attacked him like a wild man
and ripped off his clothes, but now his cock was just as hard simply
sitting quietly close to him.  Bob grinned and said, "So what happened to
that proving your manhood thing...?"

"Sshh," Randy smiled.  "All in good time.  First I wanna tell you about the
lake, where I learned a thing or two from Jamie.  The cop's boy is quite
something, you know.

"At first I resented him and the whole stupid idea of the trip, and I
wanted to take it out on his ass.  I tried a couple of times but I guess I
came on too strong – you know me – and he kept pushing me away.  I
even ended up hidden in the trees jacking off looking at his gorgeous naked
body in the moonlight and that spectacular ass of his.  Later on I lost it
and got rough ... damn near raped him ... but he fought back, kneed me in
the balls and took off in the rowboat.

"It was then while I lay groaning in the sand that the truth hit me between
the eyes.  I'd been a damn fool, playing the big boss, proving my manhood
with my muscles, just grabbing whatever I wanted.  When I swam out and
climbed in the boat I must've looked like a barbarian `cos he was shit
scared but I begged him to stay in the boat.  I fell on my knees, said I
wouldn't touch him, I'd take him straight home.

"But guess what ... he didn't want that.  He said he had talked to you a
lot about me and you told him how rough I could be – that caveman shit
and all – but you said everything came right when I simply made love to
you.  And that's what Jamie wanted – for me to make love to him.  Said
he'd wanted that all along – he didn't want to be just a hot piece of
ass for a quick slam-bam thank you man.  So we made love.

"We laughed a lot too.  Loving and laughing are great together, you know.
Jamie said I was more of a master when I make love then I am when I'm just
pounding ass.  You think that's true, Bob?  Is it true for you?  I guess
what I'm asking is, when I make love to you – do I do it right?"

Bob's eyes filled with tears as he looked at the tough alpha male asking
questions like a wet-behind-the-ears adolescent.

"Randy, you big lug, you know the trouble with you?  You have absolutely no
vanity.  You don't realize that you have more sexual magnetism in your
little finger than most guys have in their whole body.  When you walk into
a room full of guys it's an instant group hard-on.  You're saying you
really didn't know that Jamie was longing for you to make love to him?  I
saw it the minute he jumped in the truck beside you."

"I guess I wasn't thinking about him.  I was angry and just wanted to fuck
ass."

"Aha, that's the caveman talking – or grunting.  But Jamie and I both
know there's nothing sexier than a savage muscle-stud gypsy like you
unclenching his fists and taking a guy gently in his arms.  You know, when
Mark comes home from a tough shift and fuck's Jamie everyone thinks it's a
power fuck, but most of the time they're just making love."

"But me," Randy said, "whenever I've had a rough day, especially when my
macho pride has taken a beating, like getting handcuffed and fucked by the
cop, I always take it out on your ass."

"Yeah, but you don't hear me complain when the caveman crawls out of his
lair and hammers my ass, do you?  You're spectacular when you do that.  But
love or lust, what you don't realize is that just being with you like we
are now, knowing you love me, is enough for me – enough to make my dick
hard like it is now – enough to make me blow my wad."

Randy grinned, "Yeah, well don't do that yet, big guy.  First I gotta make
sure I'm still a man, except this time I'll do it differently ... and I'll
leave my pal the caveman in his cave."

Randy drained his brandy glass, wiped the back of his hand over his mouth
and stared at Bob.  "God, you're beautiful."  He dropped to his knees in
front of Bob, leaned forward and unzipped his slacks.  He reached inside,
pulled Bob's rigid dick out and stroked it lovingly.  "Man, everything
about you is dead-on perfect."  He leaned forward and slid his mouth over
Bob's cock, swallowing it all the way down until his face was buried in the
wiry mass of his pubic hair.

He began to suck the long pole slowly clenching his throat muscles for
extra pressure.  But when he heard Bob's ecstatic groans reach a fever
pitch he quickly pulled off.  "No, don't cum, buddy.  I wanna play with you
a lot more.  Get on the bed."  Bob got out of the chair and lay on his back
on the bed.  Randy pulled Bobs slacks off, then his shorts and gazed down
at the naked Superman.  "Holy fuck, you're one gorgeous son-of-a-bitch."

He dropped his own shorts and held out his arms.  "Here we are, stud, naked
as nature intended.  So let's rock."  He threw himself on the bed beside
Bob, took him in his arms and they rolled over on the bed, a tangled mass
of muscles grinding together as they kissed, licked bit each other
playfully.  Their game of competing for supremacy was their macho way of
loving, with none of the savagery Randy was capable of.

And yet Bob knew that Randy was in charge – he felt it in the big man's
sinewy strength, his virile attitude of cool restraint when he could easily
have crushed him.  Bob loved the sensation that the gypsy was reining in
his own strength, creating an exquisite tension that at any moment he could
break out as the sex-crazed demon who could plunder his ass.  It was
love-making between two magnificent alpha males at the peak of their
strength and passion.

Suddenly Randy flipped easily on top of Bob, leaned forward and pinned his
wrists to the bed.  Panting, he smiled down at his lover's face.  "Got you
now, big guy.  So what do you want?"

"Kiss me."  Randy grinned, bent down, pecked him on the lips and pulled
back.  "Like that?"

"Hell no.  You know what I want."  Randy kissed him lightly again.  "Like
that?"  He did it again.  "Or like that?"  He teased Bob by jabbing down at
him again and again like a bird pecking up grain.  He grazed his lips,
kissed his cheek, pecked at his neck, each time pulling back with a
devilish grin. "That what you want, buddy? That what you call making love?
Am I doing it right?"

Bob was writhing with frustration.  "Fuck you, man, you're driving me
crazy.  Here's what I want."  Randy imperceptibly lessened the pressure on
one wrist, allowing Bob to break free, wrap his arms round him and press
their mouths together in a ravenous embrace.  Again they rolled over on the
bed, this time Bob playing boss, grinding their lips against each other,
trapping Randy in a passionate kiss that bordered on violence.

Now Bob was on top, holding Randy down and gazing down at the swarthy face.
"They say that `a kiss is just a kiss' but they're wrong, buddy.  Not this
one anyway."  Bob lowered himself on top of Randy, chest to chest, and
clamped his hands on the sides of his head, holding it still as their eyes
met.  "This ain't just a kiss, man.  This is me making love."

Bob pressed their mouths together in an open-mouthed kiss sealed tight by
their lips. He exhaled into Randy, then inhaled so they were sharing the
same air back and forth, sustaining each other.  They had never felt so
close.  They were one – one breath, one life, one love.  It went on and
on, two glorious men joined together, locking out the world.

Eventually the air weakened and they broke apart, staring at each other in
disbelief.  Gently Randy rolled Bob over onto his side, his back pressing
into Randy's chest.  They were both facing the mirror beside the bed, Randy
behind Bob, and Randy said, "See that, buddy?  You're looking at the most
beautiful man in the world."  He chuckled.  "And the guy in front of him
ain't chopped liver either."

"Asshole," Bob grinned and tried to pull away in protest.  But he couldn't.
He realized that his ass was impaled on Randy's cock.  Randy had wet his
cock with spit and eased it into Bob's ass so tenderly that Bob was
unaware, distracted by the mirror.  Randy reached both arms round him and
rolled Bob's nipples lightly in his fingers.  He pushed his face over Bob's
shoulder and rested it on Bob's face, cheek to cheek, both of them
mesmerized by the two conjoined men in the mirror.

"Did I do it right?" Randy smiled at Bob's reflection.

"Almost right," Bob said.  "Except that I haven't felt my man's juice
inside me."

"Soon take care of that," Randy said, "and that's not the caveman talking –
or growling."  Gently he moved his hips back and forth, massaging the soft,
warm velvet of his lover's ass.  He kept repeating in Bob's ear, "I love
you, man.  I love you ..."  And soon he proved it by pouring semen into
Bob's ass while Bob's juice flowed onto the sheet in front of him.

It seemed that the orgasms would last forever, but finally their cocks ran
dry.  Randy grinned at Bob in the mirror.  "So, what's the verdict?  Did I
do it right?"

"Asshole - you know you're the best fucking lover in the world.  You knew
that all along.  Sometimes I hate your arrogance.  I hate you too," Bob
smiled, snuggling back against him.

"Sure you do.  You'll probably hate it when I fuck you before bed tonight
and when we wake up, and you'll go on hating it forever and ever if I have
my way.  And you know I always do."

And so, cheek to cheek, with Randy's cock resting in Bob's ass, they closed
their eyes.

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

They were woken from a light doze by what was by now a familiar sound from
downstairs.  "Excuse me, sir," Randy said.  "I think our masters are
calling."

He pulled his cock out, helped Bob to his feet and they both walked to the
floor-length window.  Sure enough, below them on the lawn Kevin was holding
the brass dinner gong the twins had bought – their latest toy – and
Kyle was going at it, pounding it ferociously with his gong mallet.  Behind
them everyone was still round the table having finished their drinks and
started to eat.  To support the twins the boys banged their forks on the
table in a noisy display of impatience.

Standing naked at the window Randy and Bob both slowly and contemptuously
raised their middle fingers, unleashing wild cheers from down below.  When
they finally emerged, in shorts and T-shirts there was another roar of
young voices as they took their seats beside each other.  Bob said, "Sorry
for holding you up, guys, but ..."

"... but you had business to take care of," Darius mimicked, rewarded by a
clip round the ear from Zack.  The high spirits continued way into the meal
until talk gradually segued into speculation about the big project up the
hill.  Randy talked earnestly to Zack and Lloyd to see how far along things
were.  The senior boys, Pablo, Darius and Jamie, talked specifics while the
junior boys just buzzed with enthusiasm at being involved in a new project.

Randy banged his knife on the table and shouted, "OK, guys, listen up.
Seems we're pretty much ready to go on this.  We'll have one more meeting
tomorrow in Brandon's place next to the bungalow, if that's OK with you,
kid.  The twins can help you rustle up coffee and stuff to eat.  Then
demolition will start the next day.  Now as you know, me and the men want
this to be mostly a boys' project – give you a chance to show us what
you're made of.  But this is serious business, lots of money involved, so
no fooling around."

He fixed his gaze on Ben and Eddie.

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

The next day Zack, the construction expert, explained to the boys where to
start.  "Now this whole room was obviously a shoddy add-on some years ago,
not built to code, so it has to come down.  We'll rebuild it as a second
bathroom.  So pulling it down will be your first job and I gotta warn you –
demolition is usually more dangerous than reconstruction.  You can't just
go at it with a sledge hammer and hope for the best."  He looked
meaningfully at the three younger boys, suspecting that that kind of merry
wrecking scene was exactly what they had in mind.

But when Zack left and work started it was surprisingly smooth.  The
younger boys were enthusiastic – it was an adventure for them – and
they responded well to Pablo and Darius's supervision.  Darius was
surprised and impressed by the way Pablo assumed the role of boss.  He had
expected the usual swaggering bravado involving shouted, obscenity-laced
orders, with occasional fist swinging or the constant threat of it.

But this was a new Pablo, a self-assured young man who wore the mantle of
authority naturally, as if to the manner born – no yelling, no threats,
just a natural command of the situation and the men under him.

"Jeez," Darius said to him during a break, "that cop sure did a number on
you, dude.  Couple a days at a fancy hotel and you're a changed man –
from pit-bull to sheepdog.  You're really taking charge of this outfit
without all the attitude I take from you but the other guys hate. `Course,
they don't have the chance to cut you down to size every night with a
ten-inch prong."

Pablo took a swig of beer.  "You see, Darius," he said authoritatively, as
if declaring a universal truth he had learned early in life, instead of a
few days ago.  "Leadership's a complicated thing.  Some guys use their
fists, others use this..." and he tapped his temple with his finger.  "You
use your brain, treat your men well, protect them and they'll follow you
anywhere.  They'll respect you as their boss."

Darius grinned at Pablo's lesson in leadership.  `Yeah,' he thought, `I'll
show you who's boss tonight when I shove my club up your ass.'

Actually Pablo got his chance to prove his point about protecting his men
later in the day, though it involved a bit more than brain power.  Supplies
had just started to arrive from the warehouse and Brandon was checking them
in.  He had an inventory of exactly what had been loaded on each truck.

When the first truck arrived Brandon watched carefully while the driver did
the unloading.  He was an arrogant young roughneck and when he'd finished
he held out his delivery slip and yelled at no-one in particular, "Here,
where do I get this signed off?"  He was surprised when a kid in a
wheelchair said, "I'd sign it except you're a box short on the light
fixtures, and they're expensive items."

The driver sneered down at him.  ""Listen, punk, I don't know who you are
but I don't take no bullshit from a kid like you so get the hell out of my
way."

"Is there a problem here?" a voice asked calmly.  Pablo had walked up.

"Yeah, there is.  I wanna talk to the boss of this outfit."

"You're talking to him," Pablo said, with a hint of a smile at Brandon.
"So what's your problem?"

"This retard here good as accused me of stealing.  Guess he can't count
... bit dumb if you ask me.  Dunno know why you hire a crippled kid in a
wheelchair to do a man's job anyway."

Pablo half turned away and linked his hands together.  Then he whirled
round, swung his arms and slammed the guy with a double forearm smash to
the gut.  He howled in pain and doubled over coughing and clutching his
stomach.  Pablo swung his arms again, across his shoulders this time,
sending him onto his hands and knees, groveling in the dirt.  He grabbed
his hair, pulled his face up and glared at it.

"I know you ... Denny, right?  Well, Denny, this here is a member of my
crew, one of the best, and I don't let anyone talk to my men the way you
spoke to him, get it?  I said do you get it?"

"Yes, sir," the man stammered.

"Good, just so we understand each other.  "OK, Brandon, what's the
problem?"

"I think he's a box of light fixtures short."

"That so?"  Pablo strode round to the truck and pulled the driver's door
open.  He rummaged inside and held up a package.  "This what we're looking
for?"  Brandon nodded.  Pablo pulled Denny to his feet by the scruff of his
T-shirt and glared at him.  The cowed driver blushed and stammered, "I
... I guess I forgot the one I had in the cab."

"Yeah, right, that must be it," Pablo said mockingly.  "OK, listen, Randy's
mentioned you, says you're a good worker, so I'm prepared to let it go this
once and not tell him.  If Randy knew how you sneered at Brandon here he'd
fire your ass so fast your head would spin.  So why don't you apologize to
my buddy and we'll call it quits.

Denny looked at Brandon.  "Sorry I said those thing to you, dude.  Didn't
mean it – I guess I lost my temper.  I apologize, man."  Brandon smiled
at him and they bumped fists.

Just then a deep voice said cheerfully, "Everything OK, here?"  It was
Randy who had dropped by to check up on progress.

"Yes, sir," Pablo grinned. "What do you say, Denny?"

"Yes, sir," Denny said respectfully to Randy.  "Everything's fine.  Just
finishing my delivery, sir."

"Good," Randy said.  "OK, get back to the warehouse then."  As Denny
scrambled into his truck and drove away Randy winked at Pablo.  "Well done,
kiddo, you handled it just like I would."  He smiled at Brandon.  "How
about you, handsome, you doing OK?"

"Never better, sir."  Randy ruffled his hair.  "Good, that's what we like
to hear."  Randy grinned and nodded toward Pablo.  "If your boss here gives
you a hard time you just let me know."

"Oh he's treating me real well sir.  He's a great boss – backs me up all
the way."

"Yeah, that's what I figured."  Randy flashed a smile at Pablo and walked
away.  Brandon grinned at Pablo.  "He saw everything, didn't he?  Left it
all to you.  I gotta thank you for defending me, Pablo.  That move of yours
was awesome."

"Any time, buddy.  Yeah, that was a double forearm smash – my signature
move even before Randy taught me how to fight."

"It gave me a hard-on."

"Good, that's what we like to hear," Pablo grinned, echoing Randy.  Then to
the other guys, watching in awe.  "OK, men, show's over ... back to work.
Let's get these last two walls down before the lunch break."  As Pablo
walked away Brandon was still nursing his hard-on.

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

Under the supervision of Pablo and Darius the boys worked hard at
dismantling the remains of the unwanted room.  There would be no more
deliveries until the afternoon so Brandon was helping by wheeling himself
around, removing rubble and throwing it in a dumpster.  Randy and Zack were
in Brandon's apartment going over the blueprints.

The boys were so intent on their work they didn't notice that another
visitor had dropped in.  Hassan had been on night maneuvers at the Marine
training camp in the canyon, and had stopped by on his way home, still
wearing his military fatigues and boots, with a sleeveless shirt hanging
open over his muscular torso, his dog tags hanging in the cleft between his
pecs.

He grinned from a distance as he watched the activity.  By now the boys
were pretty filthy, covered in dust – in their hair, and over their
sweat-streaked faces and bodies. Darius was in his usual work gear of black
jeans and boots, no shirt, and Pablo was, as always, naked under his old
dungarees held up by a single strap over one shoulder.  The other boys wore
grubby cargo shorts and work boots – Ben with a ragged T-shirt, Eddie
and Brandon in old, baggy tank tops.

Hassan smiled as he watched the activity from a distance and felt his dick
get hard, especially looking at his boy Eddie, bending over a stubborn
plank, his lithe young body flexing, his ass cheeks outlined under his
shorts.  As Hassan strode forward the boys stopped work and stood up
straight, partly to take a breather, partly out of respect for the
exotically handsome muscle-god Marine captain towering over them, his
chiseled Arab/Asian features gleaming with a smile.

"Didn't mean to interrupt," Hassan said in his deep, accented voice.  "I
dropped in with a message for my boy here," he said, his dark eyes fixed on
Eddie.  "When you get off work I want you up at my house pronto ... and
don't stop to shower.  I want you just the way you are."

The grubby urchin face beamed up at him.  "Aye-aye, captain," and Eddie
saluted.

They all reached for their water bottles and caught their breath, looking
over their work so far.  At a distance where the land sloped downward Mario
was hard at work clearing brush.  The handsome young Italian gardener was
stripped to the waist in beltless blue jeans and boots and his flawless
body gleamed under the hot son.

Hassan had often watched Mario working shirtless in the garden of the main
house and was always turned on by his rugged, dark-haired Italian looks,
contrasting with his cultured European manners.  Eddie saw him staring at
Mario now and grinned, "Gorgeous, ain't he, sir?  You should go and fuck
him – and let me watch.  That'd be epic."

"Shit, boy, is that all you ever think of – sex?"

"Pretty much, sir, when you're around.  Looks like Mario's having trouble
with that dead tree he's trying to take out.  Why don't you go help him?"

The Marine glared at the boy's mischievous face but just then Mario
stumbled so Hassan instinctively ran forward down the slope and grabbed the
small tree before it fell on him.  Mario looked up, their eyes met and
Hassan was again struck by the dark beauty of his face as it broke into a
dazzling smile.  "Ah, signore, you save my life."

"Bit of an exaggeration," Hassan grinned, "but you do look as if you could
use some help."  Together they worked shoulder to shoulder until the dead
tree cracked and fell on the ground.  "Here, let me help you with this
other one too."

Up at the house the boys were watching with bated breath, stroking their
crotches, but Pablo put a stop to that.  "Hey, guys, cool it.  What d'ya
think this is, orgy time?  Look, Jamie is meeting with Randy and Zack next
door and me and Darius have gotta go join them.  There's just this one wall
left and you can handle it.  It's only old lath and plaster with chunks of
stucco but it can still be dangerous.  It's unstable now so pull it down
right away, get it?"

`Aye-aye, sir," said Eddie with his signature salute and mischievous smile.
But as the senior boys walked away Eddie turned his attention back to
Hassan and Mario, both shirtless now working side by side.  "Think they're
gonna go at it, guys?"

"Dunno," said Ben, "but they sure got me going.  When Pablo said orgy time
it got me hard.  We got time to pull one off?"

"Right there with you, dude," Eddie grinned.  "You know what they say about
all work and no play.  OK, on your back, stud."  Ben lay on his back in the
dirt and Eddie knelt over him.  But Brandon warned, "Hey, guys, don't
forget what Pablo said.  He knows what he's talking about."

"Ah," Eddie sneered, "he may know about plaster and shit but I know more
than him about blowjobs and I say we got time for a quick one.  Come here,
dude.  Still kneeling he reached forward, grabbed the handles of the
wheelchair and pulled it toward him.  He ripped open Brandon's shorts,
pulled out his semi-hard dick and lowered his mouth over it.  With Eddie's
consummate skill the cock was full-on hard in seconds.

"Oh yeah, dude," Brandon moaned.  "Shit, you're good.  Suck me, dude.  Eat
that dick."

As he bobbed up and down on Brandon's cock, the bulge in Eddie's shorts
grazed Ben's hungry mouth beneath him.  Ben reached up and pulled Eddie's
shorts down over his ass, making his cock spring free.  He cupped his hands
round Eddie's butt and pulled it down, so Eddie's cock slid all the way
down his throat.

Eddie was in heaven and his muffled groans grew louder as he sucked
Brandon's dick and pumped his own cock into Ben's hot mouth.  The three
amigos were doing what they do best.  For them orgy time took priority over
work time any day of the week.  "Go for it, dudes, chow down on those dicks
– squeeze `em ... yeah that's it.  Man, that feels hot."

If Hassan had come back right about then he would have seen the three dirty
sweat-streaked young construction workers he had watched before, but now
engaged in a whole different kind of work and far more strenuous.

Eddie was at the center of the action, his face slamming down on Brandon's
cock while his own pistoned into the young gypsy's mouth.  He was howling
rapturously into the gag stuffed down his throat, and he made Ben's eyes
flow with tears as he pounded his face.  Clouds of dust swirled round them
as the half-dismantled floor shook beneath them.

It became a contest between Eddie and Ben to see who would be the first to
drink cum.  It was touch and go, but such was the intimacy of the three
amigos that they knew when they were all peaking.  Eddie sucked faster and
faster, Brandon breathed raggedly, Ben squeezed Eddie's dick in his mouth
and pounded his own, determinedly `pulling one off', as he put it.

The simultaneous climax was inevitable.  The floor shook beneath them as
Brandon yelled, "I gotta cum, guys ... I'm gonna lose it ... yeah ... oh
fuck ... fuck ... yeaahh...!"  It was perfect precision as three young
cocks exploded together.  Brandon howled, Eddie swallowed, Ben gulped and
pumped his cock dry.

As they collapsed in a heap the floor shook ... and so did the wall.  Pablo
had, as Brandon said, known what he was talking about.  But such was their
blinding exhilaration that there was only one guy aware of the danger.
Mario had heard the shouting and now looked up in horror at the swaying
wall, ready to collapse one way or the other ... and one way was over the
boys.

"Attenzione!" he yelled.  "Il muro ... the wall...!"  He raced up the slope
and reached the wall just as it was swaying in the direction of the boys.
He jumped up, grabbed the beam along the top and used his own weight to
pull it away from the boys – and toward himself.  Mario fell to the
ground seconds before the wall did ... on top of him in a shower of
plaster, stucco and dust.  The boys who at the last minute had made moves
to get away also had some plaster and strips of wood fall on them, but the
bulk of it had crashed on Mario.

Hassan had been further down the slope than Mario, clearing brush, so he
did not have a view of the wall and had not heard the boy's sexual ruckus.
But he saw Mario start running and he raced after him, arriving just in
time to see the wall collapse on him.  Desperately the Marine clawed at the
rubble, pulling off lumps of stucco and digging through the powdered
plaster.  He pulled Mario carefully away from the debris and was relieved
so see him manage a week smile.

With his military medical knowledge Hassan quickly checked Mario over and
realized that the plaster and stucco was so decayed it had crumbled,
causing minor surface injuries but no real damage.  Still Mario was stunned
and Hassan helped him gently to his feet.  He turned to check on the boys
but, despite being powdered with plaster, they were unharmed.

Scared by the turn of events they gazed helplessly up at Hassan.  Eddie
struggled to his feet and started to run toward him.  "Sir, it was our
fault ... we ... aaah..."  His shorts were round his ankles and tripped him
up, sending him sprawling on his stomach at Hassan's feet.  He raised his
dust-covered urchin face guiltily and said, "Ouch."

Despite his anger Hassan had a fleeting impulse to laugh but he smothered
it and growled, "Nobody move.  I'll let the other guys deal with you."  He
helped Mario limp next door.

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

The guys at the meeting in Brandon's apartment had not heard the commotion
next door, except for the thud of the falling wall, which they took to be a
normal part of demolition.  But it didn't take long to piece the story
together.  Pablo related his warning about the fragile wall and his order
to demolish it right away.  Mario, sipping brandy, said he had heard the
boys' noises, which were evidently sexual, and had seen the wall totter.

"So, you put yourself in danger to save the boys," Hassan said.

"It was a natural impulse, signore.  Anyone would have done the same."

"OK," Hassan said, "I've checked you out and you seem OK, but there's
always a possibility of delayed shock so what you need is rest and quiet,
which you won't get around here.  Why don't you let me take you up to my
place, let you shower and sleep for a while.  It'll be good to get away
from the boys and their blustering apologies for a while."

Mario smiled his thanks and allowed himself to be led away, helped into
Hassan's jeep and driven away up to Mulholland.  Jamie got up and said, "I
better go and check on the boys.  I'll keep them there until you all decide
what to do with them."

As Jamie left, Zack turned to Randy and said, "We haven't heard anything
from you, big guy.  The three boys have obviously behaved like sex-crazed
jackasses and disobeyed your orders about safety first.  So by your own
rules they have to be punished.  What d'you think?"

Randy shrugged.  "I don't think anything.  I'm not running the show here.
It's not my decision."  He looked pointedly at Pablo.  "The boss here has
already disciplined that young truck driver in exactly the way I would
have, so what's your take on this one, kid?"  Pablo realized that this was
a test of his leadership, which included disciplining the crew when called
for.  But he felt unsure of himself and needed advice.

"The way I see it, sir, the boys were high-spirited and oversexed and that
made them behave like idiots and put someone else in danger.  On the other
hand, they've worked extra hard all morning and they're basically real good
guys.  The work pumped them up – made them horny – and I can relate
to that.  Shit, I've often behaved the same way myself, as you know, sir,
so I don't wanna fire them or even hurt them – like whip them or
anything – especially Brandon."

He shrugged and waited for help from Randy.  "You're right kid.  Shit,
everyone in this tribe is oversexed, and your own sexual horseplay got you
in trouble often enough.  But if no real harm was done I had to find a
moderate way to punish you for your disobedience.  So I disciplined you in
a way that didn't hurt too much."  He grinned.  "Hell, sometimes I think
you even enjoyed it so I had to turn up the heat a bit.  And I think you
know what I'm talking about, boy.  Like I always say, the punishment fits
the crime."

Pablo grinned his crooked grin.  "Got it, sir.  Come on Darius, let's show
them who's boss."

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

The three boys had pulled up their shorts and Jamie had Eddie and Ben
standing on either side of Brandon's wheelchair.  They looked guilty but
with a hint of mischief, still flushed with the residual excitement of
their mini-orgy, especially knowing that Mario was not seriously hurt.
When Pablo and Darius appeared Eddie began to jabber with his typical
machine-gun delivery.

"Sorry, dude, that was all my fault ...just that I was feeling kinda sexy
... I mean who wouldn't with these guys?... and I wanted to get down and
dirty ... not that we weren't dirty enough already with the plaster and all
... OK yeah, well that's not really revelant, I guess ... relevant? –
whatever ... but anyway it wasn't Brandon's fault at all ... he warned us
what you had said about the wall but when I went down on him he kinda lost
it... well you know yourself, dude, that my blowjobs can do that to a guy
and..."

"Silence!" Pablo barked, then turned for a quick conference with Jamie and
Darius before staring at them again.  "Right, we know just what went on,
but the main thing is you disobeyed my orders and most of all Randy's
orders about safety on the job.  So you know you have to get punished –
all of you.  OK, on your backs on the ground."

Ben and Eddie quickly obeyed and Brandon slid out of his wheelchair and lay
beside them, with Eddie in the middle.  They looked up at Pablo, Darius and
Jamie – not really as fearful as they should have been.  Eddie held the
hands of the other two lying on either side of him and squeezed them.  To
them this was just part of the game – life was a game.

"Right," Pablo said sternly.  "You deserve to get whipped for what you did
but you lucked out that Mario was not seriously hurt so that weighs in your
favor.  With that in mind we've decided that your punishment with be
getting your asses hammered by the senior boys here."

There was relief on the ground, but Eddie spoiled it by blurting out
sarcastically, "Oh no, not a butt-fuck.  Jeez, I'm ever scared."

Pablo glared at him.  "OK, just for that, boy, you'll get the ten incher.
Darius?"

"Glad to oblige, buddy."  Darius unzipped his pants, pulled out his huge
black cock, and Eddie, not so cocky now, flinched at the sight of ten
inches of horse-meat swinging before his eyes.

Jamie glanced at Brandon and Pablo and intuitively knew what was needed.
"I'll take Ben," he said, "if you can handle Brandon, buddy."  Pablo
flashed a grateful look at Jamie and said, "I'll give it my best shot."  He
looked down at Brandon and their eyes met in amiable recognition that they
still had unfinished business.

In ritualistic unison Jamie, Darius and Pablo bent down, pulled the boys'
shorts down and flung them aside.  Jamie dropped his own shorts and Pablo
slid the strap of his dungarees off his shoulder and let them fall below
his waist.  They fell on their knees astride the boys' chest and Pablo
ordered, "Get us hard."

Three cocks pushed into three willing mouths and in less than a minute they
were rock hard.  In fact Eddie was on top of his game and had Darius oozing
pre-cum before he abruptly pulled out, followed by the other two.

There was always an element of ritual to punishment in the tribe, a pattern
set by Randy, and this time was no exception as the senior boys all moved
in perfect symmetry.  They eased themselves back over the boys and knelt
between their splayed legs, which they raised up and hooked them over their
shoulders.  Brandon's legs hung lifelessly over Pablo's shoulders but the
rest of him was vibrantly alive with anticipation.

The seniors pressed their saliva-wet cocks against the boys' holes and
Pablo said, "Ready, guys?  OK, let the punishment begin."  There were moans
from the boys as each one felt the designated cock push inside him Eddie's
groans were the loudest as he felt the unaccustomed massive cock invade his
ass.

"Ow, dude, it's so fucking huge.  It hurts."

"That's why it's called punishment, boy," Darius said.  "Not so cocky now
are you?  And I think a ten-inch black club deserves a `sir, don't you?

"Yes, sir ... sorry, sir ... ow ... ow..."

Jamie had a half smile on his face as his blue eyes gazed into Ben's.  Ben
didn't usually have much opportunity to get close to Jamie but he had
always lusted for him from a distance, and now the macho blond surfer was
fucking his ass – and it didn't feel like punishment at all.

As for Pablo and Brandon, the feelings were the reverse of the junior being
disciplined by the senior.  Ever since the fight, where Pablo had abused
Brandon, the repentant Pablo had wanted to make things right with a boy he
respected and loved.  This was his opportunity to make amends in the way he
knew best.

Brandon had never felt any animosity to Pablo – nothing but admiration
and, to be honest, desire.  And when Pablo had come to Brandon's defense by
thumping the insulting delivery guy, Pablo had become a kind of junior hero
to Brandon, just as Randy was already his hero.  And now they were fucking
... and punishment had absolutely nothing to do with it.

>From a distance Randy and Zack were keeping a watchful eye on things.
Randy saw his boys – Ben with Jamie and Pablo with Brandon – and
smiled with satisfaction.  "Just as it should be, don't you think?"

"Yeah," Zack said, "and Darius is well equipped to fuck some of the sass
out of young Eddie.  I think Hassan would approve."

By now the triple fuck was well underway, and the senior boys were leaning
forward and pinning their victims' wrists to the ground.  All pretense of
punishment had been abandoned.  Even Eddie's groans of pain had mellowed
into moans of pleasure as he grew accustomed to the long black pole
piercing down into the rarely visited depths of his ass.  Thoroughly tamed
by the muscular black stud the boy moaned and writhed in mock agony,
"Please, sir, it hurts so bad.  Punish me more.  Fuck harder, sir
... please."

Ben was gazing up spellbound by the sight of the athletic young surfer, his
ripped muscles flexing as his body rose and fell above him and his blue
eyes smiled down at him.  "Don't often get to do this, do we, Ben?" Jamie
said.  "You're such a hot young gypsy boy and your ass feels so good we
should do this more often.  I should bring Mark down to you and Jason and
we'll spend some time together, the four of us.

"That would be awesome, Jamie.  You're so damn beautiful.  I love getting
punished by you."

Pablo's eyes were moist as he gazed down at Brandon, black hair falling
over the young boss's exotically handsome face as he fucked.  "I'm sorry,
dude, for all the times I've hurt you.  Must've been out of my skull.  You
are just about the gutsiest guy I've ever known.  Tough guys like us should
stick together, eh?  Randy loves you almost like a son, and I love you like
a brother."

Brandon grinned.  "What you're doing right now doesn't feel like brotherly
love to me, dude ... it feels like a sensational fuck.  Only problem is,
it's gonna make me cum real soon."

"Me too, buddy.  OK, watch this."  He raised his head and yelled, "What the
fuck is this, guys, some kinda fuck-fest?  These guys need to be punished –
real hard.  So let's do it, guys."

Instantly the mood changed, the tempo increased and the senior boys went
all out, pile-driving their cocks into their captives' asses like pistons.
The boy's writhed beneath them, their heads thrashing from side to side and
they screamed with as much pain as passion as their asses were plundered.
"You disobeyed me, men," Pablo yelled, "and this is what you get.  You
sorry you were assholes?  Let me hear it."

The howls rose in a cacophony of desperation from all three.  "Yes, sir,
we're sorry.  We're assholes ... deserve to get ass-fucked.  Please, sirs.
Have mercy on us ... Please cum, sirs ...It hurts ...aagh ... oh shit
... Yeah ... fuck ... fuck ... Aaagh!"

"Incredible," said Randy as the two men watched in awe – the three hot
young bucks pounding the asses of the junior boys.  "Fucking awesome," Zack
agreed

Eddie came first, blasting a ribbon of cum into his own face as the massive
black dick exploded deep inside him.  Ben stared wide-eyed at the gorgeous
young surfer jock pounding his ass.  Jamie lowered his face so their lips
were brushing together and Ben felt Jamie's sweat dripping on his face.
"Jamie, you're so beautiful.  Let me feel your jizz inside me ... please."
They climaxed together, stream after stream until the surfer fell on top of
the shuddering young gypsy.

"Our turn now," Pablo said.  "His cock slowed until it was massaging the
velvet membrane of Brandon's ass.  Pablo leaned down close and whispered,
"I love you kiddo.  I'm gonna cum in your ass."  But Brandon shot first.
When his cock erupted it made his ass muscles contract round Pablo's cock
and squeezed his juice from it.  As it poured inside the boy Pablo fell on
top of him, kissing him wildly, their cum-slicked bodies sliding together.

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

"There," Pablo said as they all disentangled themselves, "let that be a
lesson to you guys.  You disobey orders, you get punished."

"Aye-aye, sir," Eddie chirped as ten inches of wet horse-meat pulled slowly
out of his ass.  He grinned impishly at Darius.  "But you can punish me any
day of the week, sir."

"Come and get it!"  The sudden shout was accompanied by a clamorous banging
of a gong.  The twins, of course, who had brought up lunch for all of them
– and their gong.  Randy greeted the six cum-soaked boys, hugged Pablo
and squeezed Brandon's shoulder.  "You two finally made your peace?" he
smiled.  "That makes me real happy.  Can't have my boys fighting."

"Er, is there any word from Mario," Brandon asked.  "Is he really OK?"

"Kiddo, he's been bathed and put to bed by a tall, dark and handsome
muscle-god Marine.  You do the math.  My guess is he's doing just fine.

Randy was right, of course.  At that moment Hassan was gazing down at the
young Italian on his bed – the naked gardener with the flawless body and
dark Mediterranean looks.  Mario had dozed a little but now looked up at
the muscular Marine.  "You feeling OK, Mario?"

"Sure, sir, never better," Mario grinned.

"You don't have to call me sir, Mario.  I don't think of you as one of the
boys."

"Oh, I like to.  Makes me feel like one of your new recruits, captain –
under you command."  Hassan inhaled sharply, feeling his cock pulse in his
fatigues.  Mario gazed into the exotic, chiseled features and slanted eyes.
"If it's OK with you I'd like to stick around this afternoon.  The bungalow
can wait.  If you like I could stay up here and do some more work on your
garden."  He flashed an inviting smile.  "Perhaps we could work on it
together, captain?"

Hassan smiled back at him.  "Nothing I'd like better.  And later, when
Eddie shows up we'll clean him up and the three of us can have dinner
together.  Sound like a plan?"

Mario chuckled, "Aye-aye, capitano."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 254

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