Date: Wed, 22 Apr 2015 02:16:41 -0400
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 255  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 255
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: The rugged soldier and his hot Italian buddy put young
Eddie to work.  Hassan says, "What you got here, punk, are two horny studs
who wanna get their rocks off, and you're here to service us.  This is the
Marines and you take what we dish out.  On your knees, boy."  Steve and
Lloyd join in.  "The four shirtless laborers stood round the kneeling boy
and Eddie gazed up at their cocks pointing at his face."

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Chapter 255 – "The Marine & The Italian Tame Eddie"

The landscape gardener Mario had been working with the Marine, Hassan,
shaping a terrace down the slope from his small guesthouse in the Hollywood
Hills.  A lot of hard digging under the early afternoon sun had set their
testosterone racing and they ended up having a long, intensely sexual
workout that could only be described as pornographic.

Afterwards, exhausted, they slept together for a while.  About an hour
later Mario got up to pee, then pulled on a pair of black briefs and went
outside to stretch his limbs and take a few deep breaths to regroup and
clear his mind.  He heard footsteps on the gavel path behind him and turned
to see Hassan's boy Eddie scrambling down the slope.  He had come directly
from working on the construction site of the bungalow that Randy and the
boys were renovating.

Hassan had told his boy to come straight up to his house after work without
stopping to clean himself up, and he now appeared just as he had left the
construction site – covered in dirt and still wearing his sweaty
T-shirt, cargo shorts and work boots.

Mario smiled as he watched him stumble closer, his eager young face
smothered in plaster dust.  His heart went out to him and, having just
lived an incredible fantasy with the Marine captain, Mario seized the
chance of luring Eddie into another.  Assuming a fierce expression he
confronted Eddie with, "Who the hell are you?"

Eddie stopped in confusion and his cock stiffened as he stared at the
handsome Italian, stripped down to black briefs and with very rumpled hair.
What was going on?

He soon found out as Mario grabbed his T-shirt by the back of the neck and
hauled him into the house.  "Hey, captain, look what I found outside
... this!"  He held Eddie disdainfully at arm's length, too filthy to get
close.

Lying naked on his back on the rumpled bed sheets, Hassan pulled himself
up, leaned back on his elbows and said, "What the hell?"  He caught the
amused look in Mario's eye and grimaced at the boy.  "What's that you got
there?  Is there a kid under all that dirt?"

"Reckon so," Mario grinned.  "He's pretty filthy though ... you want me to
throw him out?"

"Nah, wait a minute.  Let me check him out."  Hassan got to his feet and
Eddie stood watching the naked soldier pace round him, his long, thick cock
swinging between his muscled thighs. Eddie's own cock reared up in his
shorts.

It was not only the sight of these two gorgeous men that turned him on –
it was the room itself, with the rumpled sheets, clothes and boots
scattered over the floor and ropes hanging loosely round all four bedposts.
And the rancid odor of semen that hung thick in the air.  Obviously this
was the scene of some serious sex and Eddie's fertile mind raced trying to
picture it.

Hassan faced the boy, yanked his T-shirt and ripped the neck.  "You some
kind of laborer, boy?"

"Yes, sir," Eddie stammered in confusion.  "Just came from the construction
site."

"Good – you might be just what we need.  Hey Mario, we still got work to
finish down on that terrace.  Maybe we can put this grunt to work.  And if
we feel horny he could service us – reckon he's good for a blow job or
two."

"At least," the Italian grinned salaciously.  "Great idea.  Hey, afterwards
maybe we can clean him up and keep him around.  He can clean this mess in
here and cook dinner for us.  He'd be a kind of houseboy and sex toy for us
– we can share him.  We may have to tie him to the bed to stop him
running away, but that's OK `cos we can work him over.  What d'ya think?"

"Hmm, let's see if he's up to it.  Turn round, boy – let's see your
ass."  Eddie turned his back to Hassan who cupped his ass cheeks through
his shorts, then slapped them a few times.  He spun the boy round and said,
"Flex your bicep."  Eddie obeyed and the Marine ran his hand over his bicep
then over his ragged T-shirt feeling his hard young body underneath.

He ripped the shirt a bit more to expose his nipples underneath, and
squeezed them in his fingers.  "Good tight body, but you think you're tough
enough to serve two masters, boy?"

"Yes, sir ... I can, sir."  Eddie quivered with excitement and his cock
pulsed at the thought of being treated as a houseboy and sex object by the
macho soldier and his hot Italian buddy.  "We can get pretty rough," Hassan
growled – like this..."  He squeezed his tits harder, grinding them in
his fingers.  "Aaah," Eddie moaned, staring at the naked solider. "Oh fuck
... no ... fuck, I ... aaagh.  His body jerked violently, then became
still, his breath coming in ragged sobs.

"I'm sorry, sir.  I didn't mean to..."

Hassan stood back and folded his arms across his chest.  "Well, look what
we got here."  He grinned down at the big wet patch spreading over the
crotch of Eddie's shorts, and soon a thick white liquid started running
down his leg.  "Is that jism, boy?"  Hassan reached down and touched it,
then licked his fingertips and said, "Yup, sure tastes like jizz to me.
What d'ya think buddy?"  Mario licked Hassan's fingers and agreed.  "Yeah,
that's cum alright."

"Shit damn," Hassan laughed.  "The kid busted his load just by looking at
me while I squeezed his fucking tits.  Now this here's a boy we can use."
Unseen by Eddie he winked at Mario.  "OK, buddy, let's put him to work."

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

A few minutes later Eddie was hard at work.  He had already put in a tough
day at the bungalow site but this extra job was not like work for him.  He
thought of it as slave labor for the musclehunk Marine and the handsome
young Italian, and it excited the hell out of him.  He knew that Hassan
loved him like crazy and would never hurt him, but the Marine also had a
vivid imagination, which included capturing a boy, pushing a shovel in his
hand and making him dig.

Hassan and Mario had put on the clothes they had worn before their long
diversion into wild sex.  Hassan wore fatigues and combat boots, and his
V-neck khaki T-shirt stretched tight over his muscular torso.  Mario was in
blue jeans and work boots and the white shirt Hassan had given him hanging
loose over his chest.

Eddie was still wearing the filthy cargo shorts, boots and T-shirt he had
been wearing all day, except that the T-shirt was now torn, ripped open by
Hassan to expose his chest.

Hassan had brought a six-pack of beer down from the house and he and Mario
were leaning against the high slope at the back of the terrace, sipping
beer and watching the kid work, like overseers.  Eddie was hacking away at
the earth, digging it out from the base of the slope and throwing it in a
pile.  "Now that is one hot young kid," Hassan said softly to Mario, both
of them holding a beer on one hand and rubbing the other over the bulge in
their pants.

Eddie was perspiring under the hot sun and his youthful muscles rippled
under the torn shirt.  Sweat poured off him, turning the dirt into streaks
down his down face, arms and chest.  It ran down to his shorts and soaked
them from the waist down to the cum stain from when he had creamed his
shorts.

"Che bello," Mario murmured.  "Makes my dick hard ... man, I'd like to work
him over."

"All in good time, buddy.  Here kid," Hassan called out to the boy and
threw a beer to him.  "Don't want our young slave-boy to get dehydrated."

"Thank you, sir."  Eddie took a breather, screwed off the top and took a
long gulp of beer.

"So what d'ya think, buddy," Hassan said to Mario.  "Think we should give
this punk a hand?"

"If we don't," Mario grinned, "he'll be working half the night.  This is
turning out to be a bigger job than I thought."  They took a last slug of
beer then pulled off their shirts.  Eddie choked on his beer as he saw the
muscular soldier and handsome Italian strip to the waist.  He almost came
in his shorts again, but managed to hold back.

The three of them worked side by side – very closely.  Hassan and Mario
were digging so close to him and with such effort that they jostled him.
He felt their shoulders touching his, and when they worked behind him he
felt bulging dicks bumping against his ass.  As they began to sweat he
smelled the rancid odor of their armpits, and when they suddenly turned
their faces toward him drops of their sweat flicked onto his face.

It went on and on, and working between these two powerful, macho males sent
the boy into sexual overdrive, seeing their muscles flex and hearing their
animal grunts.  Then Hassan turned suddenly and his massive chest pressed
against Eddie.  The boy found his face buried between the soldier's pecs
and he involuntarily licked the salty sweat tricking down the cleft.

He looked up and saw the chiseled Arab/Asian features of the Marine, his
stubbled chin and his back hair falling into his exotic, slanted eyes.  It
was overload for the kid and as he felt the hard pecs brush over his face
he inhaled sharply, choked on the smell of man sweat ... and busted another
load in his shorts.

"Ah ... I'm sorry, sir ... I couldn't stop it ... I"

"Shit damn," Hassan chuckled as he pulled back and looked at the
embarrassed boy.  "Take a look at this Mario.  See that jizz running down
his leg again?  We've got ourselves one hell of a young gusher here."

"Yeah," Mario laughed.  "And I get it.  I myself am – how you say –
horny as a toad with all this work."  He stroked the bulge in his jeans.
"Can we take a break so I can pull off a quick one?"

"Sure we can," Hassan grinned salaciously, "but you don't have to beat your
own meat.  What d'you think this here boy's for?  Let's get another beer."

Eddie watched open-mouthed as the laborers pulled out two more bottles and
took a swig of beer, then leaned back against the wall of the terrace
resting on their elbows with a bottle in one hand.  Eddie's knees almost
buckled as he looked at the two brawny, dirt streaked workers with huge
bulges in their pants.  "Come here boy."

Eddie came close and the Marine put the neck of his bottle under his chin
and pushed his face up.  "Now what you got here, punk, are two horny
muscle-studs who need to get their rocks off.  And one of the reasons
you're here is to service us.  Our crotches probably stink and we gotta
take a piss but hey, this is the Marines and you take what we dish out. So
on your knees, punk."

Eddie fell to his knees, quivering with excitement.  Hassan glanced at
Mario with a devilish look in his eyes.  They both ripped open their pants,
pulled out their iron-hard dicks and pointed them down at the boy.  For a
moment nothing happened.  Then suddenly a jet of warm golden liquid slammed
into his chest, then another from the other man.  Soon his whole body was
awash in rancid piss streaming down on him, pouring down his chest and
arms, soaking his torn shirt and his shorts.

The torrent finally slowed to a couple of final spurts and the men shook
the last drops of piss onto the boy's face.  "OK, that's better," Hassan
sighed with the relief of an empty bladder, but if you think that was just
a piss hard-on we had, think again.  Look at these rods."  Eddie could
hardly miss the long cocks still pointing at his face and he knew what came
next.  "We still gotta bust out loads, kid, so go for it.

This was familiar territory for Eddie, the expert cocksucker from way back,
and he eagerly leaned forward.  He pulled the soldier's jockstrap down
below his balls, licked the balls, then closed his mouth over them with
clenched lips.  While he sucked on the balls he pulled back and stretched
the scrotum.

"Fuckin' hey, that hits the spot, boy.  OK, now the cock."  He reached down
with one hand and grabbed Eddie's hair.  He pulled his face back off his
balls then pulled it down on his cock, driving it slowly all the way down
the boy's throat.  He was impressed, as always, that Eddie didn't choke as
he swallowed the whole length of the long pole.

Eddie tasted the last drops of piss running down his throat, then he
breathed in sharply as his face got buried in the sweaty tangle of the
Marine's black pubic hair.  Hassan was right, it did stink, but that only
spurred Eddie on to greater effort in the skill he knew best.  He clenched
his throat muscles in quick succession and felt the cock pulsing.

"Shit, that feels fucking awesome, kid.  Hey, Mario you gotta get a load of
this."  Mario grabbed Eddie's hair, pulled his face off Hassan's cock and
shoved it hard onto his cock.  Eddie gave him the same expert treatment and
the Italian sighed.  "Mamma mia ... fantastico.  We must keep this boy,
amico ... chain him to the wall and fuck his mouth whenever we want to
... how you say? ... get our rocks off."

"Sounds good in any language, buddy ... here, let me have him again."
Eddie found himself a slave to both huge cocks pointing at him, being
passed from one to the other in quick succession while the laborers leaned
nonchalantly against the wall drinking beer.  Tears were running down the
boy's cheeks, mixing with the dirt and dried piss.  Hassan stared down at
the dirt-smudged face of the eager young ragamuffin who looked so hot that
the soldier ordered, "Make me cum, boy.  Suck that dick and make me bust a
load ... now!"

Eddie breathed through his nose and plunged all the way down on the
soldier's dick until his wiry pubic hair was filling the boy's mouth.  Then
he clamped his lips hard round the base of his cock and pulled back in
short jerks, teasing the Marine into a massive orgasm.  "Aaagh," he yelled
as his cock exploded in the boy's mouth and poured hot jism down his
throat.  Eddie gulped hard and still jerked backward, milking the cock of
its pent up load.

Mario was so turned on watching the Marine`s body flex and shudder, that he
felt his cum rising in his cock.  "Give him to me," he gasped, yanking
Eddie's face off Hassan and thrusting it onto his own cock just in time as
it blasted more semen down the boy's throat.  Eddie swallowed frantically
but, even so, cum oozed from his mouth and ran down his chin.  He felt his
face pulled off Mario and he blinked as the final spurts of cum sprayed
onto his face from both men.

He gazed up at them and Hassan said, "Shit, that was an epic blow job.
You're right, buddy, we gotta keep this kid around."  Both men pushed their
dripping dicks back in their pants and buttoned them up.  They picked up
their bottles, leaned back against the wall and nonchalantly sipped beer,
while Eddie gazed up at them, his face streaked with tears, dirt, cum and
piss, the ground before him soaked with the cum of his latest orgasm.  He
was in heaven.

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

"Holy shit, what the hell have you got there, guys?"  It was Lloyd who had
just arrived with Steve, both of them shirtless in jeans holding spades
over their shoulders.  "We've been watching you dig all afternoon and
thought you could use some help.  But we weren't expecting this."  He
looked down at the urchin boy with distaste.

Steve's professional antennae perked up, looking for signs of abuse, but
the dazed smile on Eddie's face and the gleam in his eye reassured him that
Hassan's boy was enjoying every minute of his `abuse'.  Steve and Lloyd
stared down at the squalid boy on his knees, cum dripping out of his mouth
and running down his chin, his face and body streaked with dirt and semen,
his torn shirt and shorts clinging to his body soaked with what smelled
like piss.  Hassan winked at them and they bought into the act.

"He stinks," Steve said, wrinkling his nose with disgust.

"Yeah," Hassan said.  "He's just some runaway punk, I guess.  Mario found
him trespassing so we put him to work digging the terrace here.  Me and
Mario drank a lot of beer and needed to piss.  The boy was right there so
we pissed all over him, and then we made him suck our dicks.  He is one
hell of a cocksucker, by the way.  I recommend it highly.  You two should
try it."

"Later, man," Steve smiled.  "Lloyd and I came down here to help you finish
off this project.  With four of us working together we should get it done
in no time."

"Five of us, you mean," Hassan grinned.  "The boy here has got some muscle
on him so, raunchy as he looks, he can still dig.  Besides, he knows he has
to do what he's told, right boy?"

"Yes, sir," Eddie said briskly, aware that the stakes had doubled now as he
gazed at four men instead of two, all of them handsome muscle-gods in their
different ways, standing shirtless in pants and boots, leaning on their
shovels, their muscles rippling in the afternoon sun.  It was all he could
do to hold back yet another orgasm, but he didn't want the indignity of cum
running down his leg again, embarrassed by how squalid he already looked
compared with these glorious men.

So he went back to work, though it was hard to concentrate surrounded by
the grunts and gleaming bodies of the four men digging alongside him.  But
Steve had been right, the work went much faster now, and it was only half
an hour later that Mario said, "Va bene, basta, signori.  That is enough.
We have cleared enough ground so I can work on the terrace later with
landscaping ideas I have."

"Great, Hassan smiled.  Well, when you start work on it you'll still have
the kid here to help you – if we keep him around that long.  You can use
him whenever you want and for as long as you want.  You hear that, boy.
You wanna stick around and work for my Italian buddy, here?"

"Yes please, sir," Eddie said, wiping his forehead with the back of his
hand to clear some of the dirt, sweat and dried cum."

"So Steve, Lloyd," Hassan said with a lascivious grin, "what d'ya think of
our young sex slave here?  You horny after all that work?"

"We sure are," said Lloyd.  "Does the kid take it up the ass?"

"Well if he didn't before he does now," Hassan laughed loudly.  "Just spit
on your dicks first.  No dry fucking yet – not until we've broken him
in.  OK, hands and knees boy."

Eddie fell on all fours, his ass pointing upward.  Lloyd knelt behind him
and pulled down Eddie's shorts.  "Holy shit, men, look at that gorgeous
butt.  He ripped open his jeans, spat on his cock, held onto Eddie's hips
and pushed his cock inside.  Eddie jolted and winced, then looked up at the
Marine standing in front of him, legs astride, arms folded across his bare
chest.

"That feel good, kid, with the architect's dick in your ass?"

"Yes, sir.  Thank you, sir."  Lloyd fucked the boy's ass gently at first
but with increasing speed and force.  Eddie felt the long dick piston in
his ass so hard the he was forced onto his stomach in the wet dirt.  He
writhed in the mud for a while until Hassan, watching carefully, judged he
had had enough and said, "Hey, doc, you wanna piece of the action here?"

"I'll blow a wad right here if I don't," Steve grinned and pulled Lloyd to
his feet.  Using his boot he rolled Eddie over on his back, pulled the
boy's shorts off over his boots, and gazed down at him, naked except for
his work boots and ripped T-shirt, his body and face matted with wet dirt.
Steve unzipped his jeans and pulled out his long thick cock, the twin of
Randy's.  He was almost identical to his big brother in face and build,
except that he was clean shaven and more refined.

Eddie was at the peak of excitement as he watched the muscular doctor spit
on his cock and stroke it.  He felt like a degraded sex slave being used by
the four laborers ... and he was turned on as never before.  He put his
hands behind his knees and raised his legs, displaying his ass, still
twitching from Lloyd's pounding rod.  Steve said, "Hey, the young buck
really wants it, guys ... you got yourself a live one here.  You guys will
be crazy if you don't keep him all night, tie him to the bed and take turns
fucking this gorgeous ass.  Let me see how it feels."

He dropped to his knees, grabbed Eddie's boots, pushed his legs higher and
eased his huge pole into his ass.  As he felt it slide down into the velvet
heat Steve groaned, "Oh shit, guys, that's incredible.  When you've
finished ploughing him tonight you gotta loan him out to Lloyd and me so we
can take him down to our basement and give him a working over.

Eddie glimpsed his future, being incessantly fucked in the face and ass by
these four horny bodybuilders, and he watched the handsome doctor's
flawless body rise and fall over him as the thick cock drove into his ass.
The combination of his imagination and the sight of the hunky
Randy-look-alike pushed him over the edge again.  He grabbed his cock and
with a few quick strokes brought himself to yet another climax of cum
spraying over his chest and shredded shirt.

"Shit damn," Steve said.  "The kid looks fucking awesome.  I gotta bust a
load in him ..."

"No wait," Hassan said gruffly.  "You're right, Steve, he looks amazing
... an image too good to waste.  Stand up doc.  And you, boy – on your
knees."

Eddie scrambled to his knees and Hassan grinned down at the filthy urchin
at his feet.  "OK, punk, this is it.  Reach back and grab your ankles."
Eddie leaned back, his arms straight, and gripped the back of his ankles
like he was hogtied on his knees, his chest and face exposed upward.

"Let's get rid of this stinking rag."  The Marine yanked at the boy's torn,
muddy T-shirt, wet with sweat, cum and piss, and ripped it clean off him.
"See that guys?  The kid's got a hot young body under all that grime.  We
gotta do it justice."

Steve was stroking his rock-hard cock and the other men followed suit,
pulling their dicks out of their pants and sliding them in their fists.
Naked now, except for his muddy boots, the mud-caked boy stared at the four
men pounding their meat as they paced round him with salacious suggestions
about what to do with him in the future.  He shuddered with excitement,
mixed with fear as he realized how vulnerable he was, at the mercy of the
men and their sexual appetites.

"I gotta get another crack at that ass," Lloyd said, "so damn hot."  Mario
laughed, "Yeah, well when you do that I'm gonna shove my dick down his
throat.  Best young cocksucker in town."

Steve grabbed Eddie's jaw with his free hand and twisted his face from side
to side examining it.  "You know, under all that dirt that is one
good-looking young buck.  What would really turn me on is seeing that
handsome face twisted in pain.  Think I'll chain him to the wall in our
cellar and whip him `til he begs to get fucked."

"OK, fellas," Hassan grinned, "but I get to work on him first.  I claim
ownership of the kid – he's got the right stuff to be a Marine's boy.
I'll keep him chained up in my house for a while and show him how it feels
to be worked over by a Marine.  But I tell ya, when he's drained my cock
I'll rent him out to you – a sliding scale depending on what you wanna
do to him.  Steve, if you and Lloyd wanna chain him up, whip his body and
fuck his ass and face, that'll cost you plenty."

Naked on his knees, his filthy naked body stinking of man juices, Eddie had
never felt more humiliated – or more excited – hearing these
musclehunks bargaining for him, pounding their rods as they described the
sexual acts they would subject him to.  He stared up at them and focused on
Hassan, knowing that the soldier would take the lead in what came next.

"Don't know about you, guys," Hassan grinned, "but all this raunchy talk
has got me stoked.  Anyone else wanna bust his load?"  There was grunts of
agreement all round and Eddie watched wide-eyed as they closed in on him.
The four shirtless men stood in a tight semi-circle round him and he was
mesmerized by his close-up look at blue jeans and four huge cocks being
pounded in four fists only inches from his face.

Eddie gripped his boots behind him and instinctively pushed his chest
higher in anticipation of what came next.  Hassan grabbed his hair, yanked
his face back and stared down at him.  "This is it, boy.  This is your life
from now on.  OK, guys, let's do it."

Eddie saw the fists move faster and felt a drop of pre-cum drop on his
face, then another until suddenly a stream of cum smashed into his face,
followed instantly by a second...and a third.  "Come on guys," Hassan
shouted.  "Show the young punk what you got."

Instantly Eddie's only awareness was of hot semen raining down on him.  He
heard the ecstatic shouts above him ... "Yeah ... that's it men ... oh fuck
... fuck ... let him have it guys."  Through a film of jism he saw the
heads of cocks spurting rivers of man juice over him, on his face, in his
hair, on his chest and abs and down over his own cock.  He opened his mouth
and choked as it immediately filled with cum ... he was blinded by it,
gagging on it as the deluge continued.

Desperately he turned his face sideways but cum filled his ears so his
vision and hearing were muted as if he were underwater, drowning in a sea
of bitter-sweet semen.  These were hot, virile studs, macho laborers who,
as they worked, had built up a head of steam that now exploded all over
their young victim.  Eddie was dimly aware of the deep-throated shouts of
raucous triumph, with a blurred vision of four rugged faces blazing down at
him.

He was swallowing hard, gulping down throatfuls of semen until he coughed
it up so it streamed out of his mouth and down his chin.  Then he was
yelling as his own cock erupted in a plume of cum that rose in the air and
splashed down on his already cum-drenched chest.

It seemed like an eternity trapped in this heavy downpour of semen ... but
gradually it abated until he felt only the last spurts of juice falling on
him, then drops as the men shook their cocks dry.  Eddie's coughing
subsided into sobs as he eyes cleared and he saw the men still stroking
their cocks, mesmerized by the sight of their own semen flowing down the
naked body of the sobbing boy, oozing out his mouth and down his chin, his
hair matted with dirt and cum.

Eddie was eased by the sight of Hassan smiling down at him with obvious
pride.  The Marine bent down, put his hands under his arms and lifted him
up, then lay him gently down on his back.  With his boot he shoved one of
his arms above his head and splayed his legs.

"You wanna see something really epic, guys?  This here kid is a gusher like
I've never seen.  How many loads has he shot today?  Five?  Six?  The last
time a few seconds ago.  Well get this ... I can make him cum again."
There were murmurs of disbelief but Hassan said, "Here, Steve, Lloyd, each
of you put a boot on his thighs ... lightly though.  Mario, you do the same
on the hand that's stretched above him.  Good, and I'll do this."

Hassan raised his foot and placed a boot squarely but gently on the boy's
slimy chest.  Eddie reflexively tried to move but realized he was trapped
as he looked up at the four men surrounding him, pressing a boot on various
parts of his body.  Most erotic of all was the muscular Marine with his
boot firmly placed on his chest as a sign of victory and Eddie's
degradation.  The only limb he could still move was his right arm and he
instinctively lowered his hand onto his semi-hard cock.

Hassan smiled down at him and that was enough to make Eddie's cock stiffen
a little.  "Now, boy, I'm your master and I'm showing you off to my
buddies.  They're all watching so don't let me down.  I know you just blew
your wad after a lot of orgasms today, but you gotta do it one more time to
prove you can do whatever you master orders.  Can you do that?"

"Yes, sir," Eddie said with a trace of a grin.  "Whatever you say, sir."

He began to stroke his cock, slowly at first as he looked from one man to
the other, at their dirt-streaked chests, at their legs and boots pressing
on his body.  The boy was lying in the dirt at the mercy of the four
raunchy laborers.  Finally he settled his eyes on the shirtless soldier,
his muscles flexed and gleaming, his dark, chiseled face smiling down at
him.  Eddie would do anything for the man he loved, even what he was
ordered to do now.

He was pounding his cock now, feeling it get hard.  He wanted Hassan to be
proud of him in front of his buddies.  All he needed was the sexual
impulse, the masturbatory image that would push him over the top.  And
there it was, towering over him, his exotic slanted eyes urging him on.
Always, every time he looked at the gorgeous Marine, it made him want to
cum so, even now, it wasn't so hard.

His cum-splashed urchin face broke into a wide grin and he said.  "I love
you, sir.  This is for you, sir.  Aaah ... aaah ... yes ... yes..."  He
pounded his rod, his body spasmed, and he stared triumphantly at the four
men as juice burst from his cock and splashed down on his chest and on
Hassan's boot resting on it.  The four men lifted their boots off him and
Eddie rolled over on his stomach.  He grabbed Hassan's boot and dragged
himself over the dirt toward it.

He heard his master's deep voice.  "That's it, punk.  Clean the soldier's
boot."  Voraciously Eddie licked it clean, then rested his head on it,
wrapping his arms round his leg in a display of total submission.  The men
all broke into cheers seeing the naked boy lying at the feet of the
muscle-god Marine in an act of worship.  Hassan grinned at them, then
reached down, picked Eddie up and pulled him into a bear hug, the boy's
feet not touching the ground.

Steve and Lloyd looked at each other lustfully and Steve said to Hassan,
"Man, that was fucking incredible, totally pornographic ... a memory we'll
be beating off to for months.  But all that horny talk of our basement has
got Lloyd and me really pumped so if you don't mind we're gonna excuse
ourselves `cos we got stuff to do.  Tell you what though, we'll be having
dinner a couple of hours from now and we'd be honored to have you three
join us.  Only," he winced, "clean your boy up first, soldier.  He's a
fucking mess."

Hassan laughed.  "Thanks for the invite Steve ... we'll be there.  And
don't worry, I'm about to take the kid up to the house and scrub him down.
You won't recognize him."  He changed his grip, turned the boy round and
slung him over his shoulder in a fireman's lift, wrapping his arm round his
legs, his bare ass in the air.  Eddie's head and arms hung over the
soldier's back.

"Fucking awesome," Lloyd said, watching the Marine climb up from the
terrace carrying his naked, cum-splattered boy over his shoulder.  Steve
was looking at Mario.  "Well what're you waiting for big guy?  Go with
them.  You're one of them."

"You think so, sir?"

"Absolutely, mi amico.  Listen, I'm the shrink and I'd stake my license on
it.  You belong with Hassan and Eddie, no doubt in my mind."

Mario's eyes sparkled.  "Thank you, doctor.  Thank you."  And he ran up the
hill after them.

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

Hassan strode into the house, lowered Eddie onto his feet next to the
shower and said, "Take those fucking boots off, boy."

Hassan was joined by Mario and together they watched Eddie bend over and
unlace his boots, staring at his gorgeous ass thrust in the air.  "Hey,
Mario old buddy, can you stay the night?  We'll sleep with the kid between
us and take turns fucking that sweet ass.  How's that sound?"

"How can I resist an offer – and an ass – like that, capitano?  OK,
let's get clean."  Eddie watched Mario pull off his boots, unbutton his
jeans and let them fall.  He stepped out of them, naked except for his
usual black European style briefs.  Hassan licked his lips as he grinned at
him, then ripped open his fatigues and pulled them off over his boots.

Eddie gasped as he saw the soldier stripped down to his khaki jock strap
and his combat boots, his chest, arms and muscled thighs rippling in the
subdued light of the room.  Eddie couldn't help it – he didn't even care
– as his own cock rose to full mast.  Hassan turned to face Mario who
breathed, "Magnifico" and ran the palms of his hands over Hassan's bulging
pecs.

"Pretty spectacular yourself, signore," Hassan grinned and pulled Mario
toward him, wrapped his arms round him and kissed him.  His hands groped
lower and cupped the Italian's ass cheeks through his briefs.  "Man that
ass is so fucking perfect.  It was great shoving my dick inside it earlier
today."  Mario reached down and grabbed the bulge in the soldier's jock.
"Ah, the captain is hard again already."

Eddie watched the two beautiful men spellbound, but with a confused mix of
exhilaration, envy and a growing fear that Mario had become such a turn-on
for Hassan.  He was relieved when Mario pulled away from Hassan and said,
"Hey, you boy, come and help the captain get ready for his shower.

Eddie knelt at his master's feet and unlaced one boot while the Marine
rested his other boot on his shoulder.  He pulled the boot off, did the
same with the other, and all that was left was the jock.  He raised his
head and stared at the thin, soiled fabric of the jock.  He buried his face
in it and inhaled the rancid smell of piss and dry cum.  He sucked the
balls into his mouth and soaked them with his saliva, reveling in the
pungent taste of his master's man juices.

He reached round and felt the straps outlining the cheeks of the soldier's
ass, then grabbed the waistband and pulled the jock down over his cock and
balls, gasping as the massive cock sprang out and hit him in the face.  He
turned to Mario, pulled down his briefs, and in a few minutes the three men
were in the shower together.

Hassan licked the dried cum from Eddie's face, kissed his lips lightly,
then pushed him directly under the shower head, watching the athletic young
body emerge from under the filth as it washed away.  "Beautiful," Hassan
smiled, then pulled his boy into a full-throated kiss, breathing in the air
that Eddie exhaled.

Eddie closed his eyes, felt the lips pull off, to be replaced by another
mouth, Mario's, his tongue pushing into him.  When Mario had finished Eddie
found himself staring through water at the powerfully built soldier and
beautiful Italian.  Instinctively he grabbed two sponges, soaped them up
and rubbed them lovingly over the men's necks, shoulders and chests.

When they were covered in suds Eddie dropped the sponges and used his hands
instead.  He dropped to his knees and pushed his soapy hands in their
groins, round their asses, and then soaped up the balls and cocks, pulling
back the foreskin and licking the heads.  He ran his hands over their
thighs and down to their feet.

Hassan grinned at Mario and they looked down at the good-looking young jock
kneeling at their feet.  Hassan pulled him up onto is feet and he found
himself being hugged by both men, their bodies sliding together until all
the soap finally rinsed away.

A few minutes later they emerged from the shower and Eddie grabbed a large
towel and tenderly wiped their bodies dry, then his own.  They all wrapped
towels round their waists and Mario said cheerily, "Wine ... after all that
work we need a reward."  He went to the kitchen and came back brandishing a
bottle of white wine.  "A nice Pinot Grigio," he smiled.

"Not from your neck of the woods though, I think," Hassan said.  "As I
recall that's grown in Northern Italy, way north of Tuscany."

"You are correct, amico ..." And there followed a lively discussion about
grapes grown in the various wine-making regions of Mario's country.  Eddie
lapsed into an uncomfortable silence, finding it hard to follow the
conversation and let alone contribute to it.  These two guys shared a level
of sophistication that was way out of the boy's league and he suddenly felt
inadequate as Hassan's boy, despite the great sex they had all enjoyed
earlier.

"Signori," Mario announced, "I will go to the kitchen and put together some
antipasti to go with the wine.  Eddie frowned and Hassan whispered,
"Appetizers, kiddo."  "Thank you, sir," Eddie said, feeling sheepish that
he didn't know the word Mario had used.  It only emphasized the degree to
which Hassan and Mario understood each other in a way Eddie could not.

When Mario had disappeared into the kitchen Hassan said, "Hey, kiddo, come
and sit here."  Eddie sat in a straight-backed chair and Hassan sat on the
edge of the bed facing him.  Hassan reached forward and grasped his hands
and a shiver of fear ran through the boy as he braced himself for bad news.
Was Mario going to replace him?

It sure seemed like it when Hassan said, "Eddie, you must have seen how
well Mario and I communicate and how much we like each other.  And before
you arrived today we had terrific sex.  So I wanted to run something by
you."  Eddie's eyes started to brim with tears.  "How would you feel if we
spent more time with Mario?"

"Does that mean Mario will take my place, sir ... like I won't be your boy
anymore?  I mean, he knows all the stuff you know, like wines and stuff.
I'm clueless about that shit except that too much wine makes me tipsy, and
I prefer beer anyway.  I mean, I'm just a kid from the wrong side of the
tracks and you and Mario are ... sirfisticuff ... like, sirfistercate..."

"Sophisticated," Hassan laughed and kissed Eddie on the cheek.  "Hey,
kiddo, where's all this coming from?  Don't you know by now that I love you
like crazy?  I mean, all that wild stuff we did on the terrace just now,
you were sensational."

"Yeah, like, I'm a great cocksucker with a cute ass."

"If that's all you think of yourself, kid, you're way off base.  I love
everything about you, you're perfect as my boy ..." he grinned ... "even if
you can't pronounce sophisticated."  Eddie grinned back and Hassan squeezed
his hands.  "When you became my boy I promised you would always belong to
me – my number one – and I keep my word.  I'm a Marine – Semper Fi
and all that.

"But listen, Eddie, I won't pursue this thing with Mario if it makes you
uncomfortable, except I think it might be fun, the three of us together –
kind of add more layers to our relationship.  You say you don't know a lot
of stuff but I want you to learn new things, broaden your mind, and Mario
is just the guy to teach you.  You like him, don't you?"

"Sure I do, sir.  He's always real nice to me and besides," he grinned
again, "he's smoking hot as well as ... so-phisti-cated.  See, I'm learning
already."  Hassan laughed and ruffled his hair.  Eddie frowned, "It's a
great idea, sir, but I'd have to run it by my friend Brandon.  See, him and
Mario were always best friends. `Course, Brandon's Pete's boy now, but
still, like, I wanna make sure there's no hard feelings and stuff."

"See, that's another thing I love about you, kid – your loyalty to your
buddies.  Hell, you'd make a good Marine – Semper Fi?"

"Semper Fi, captain," and Eddie saluted – back to his old cheerful self
and his mischievous grin.

"OK, here comes Mario, but in a while we'll give it a test run.  You'll
see."

The Italian, looking gorgeous wearing only a towel and a big smile, came in
with a big tray of appetizers that he set down on the bed.  He sat beside
Hassan on the bed, both of them facing Eddie in his wooden chair.  He
noticed a bottle of beer on the tray that he grabbed with relief.  Mario
had been thinking of him.

Suddenly Eddie felt a warm rush of affection being projected at him by the
two gorgeous men.  If this was how it was to be from now on he was all for
it.  He was secure now in Hassan's love for him and knew for sure he was
safe and protected.  Adding Mario to the mix raised things to a new level
of exciting possibilities, as he was soon to find out.  But what did Hassan
mean by a `test run'?  He was about to find that out too.

As they munched on the antipasti and knocked back the wine and beer they
loosened up and Hassan and Mario were soon talking intimately.  In fact
they quickly got onto the subject of sex and, like the red-blooded males
they were, it became competitive, two buddies challenging each other.
"Sure," Mario said, "you ended up pounding my ass but remember how you sat
on my dick.  Well, there's more where that came from.  Even a big stud
Marine can get ploughed."

"Oh you think so, eh?  I know you Italian guys have a reputation as sex
gods but you're no match for the Marines."

"Oh no?"  Mario jumped to his feet.  "You talk big, but how about putting
your ass where your mouth is."  He held his arms out to the side and wagged
his fingers toward himself.  "Let's see what you got, soldier."  Hassan
moved the tray off the bed, threw himself at Mario and in seconds they were
rolling over the bed, locked in each other's arms.

Their towels quickly fell off and Eddie gazed in amazement at the two naked
wrestlers grappling together on the bed in a tangle of straining muscles,
with guttural animal noises and shouted obscenities.  It was like the best
porn movie the boy had ever seen and his cock stood up like a tent pole
under his towel.  With his eyes focused avidly on the writhing bodies his
hands flew down to his towel.  He ripped it off, grabbed his cock and began
pounding it in his fist.

He would have cum but Hassan suddenly yelled, "Hey, time out buddy, you see
what I see?"

They paused, breathing hard, and Mario said, "Sure do.  We can't let the
boy cum like that.  How do we stop him?"

"Easy," Hassan grinned and reached under the bed.  He pulled out two
lengths of rope and expertly tied Eddie's wrists to the arms of the chair.
"Sir," the boy pleaded, "I only wanted to touch my cock, sir.  You both
look so sexy that ..."

"Silence, boy!  This is between the Italian and me.  I tied you up so all
you can do now is watch.  And don't you dare blow your wad."  He turned to
Mario and said, "OK, stud, where were we?"

Immediately they were locked together, wrestling for the advantage.
Hassan, the stronger of the two, had Mario in submission holds several
times but the flexible Italian managed to twist out of them each time.
Eddie knew his master would win and couldn't wait for Mario to submit and
take the Marine's huge dick up his ass.  All their talk of Hassan fucking
Mario had kicked Eddie's fantasy into high gear ... and now he was actually
going to see it.

Hassan was preening now, so confident that his next move would seal the
deal.  But overconfidence made him careless and Mario, seeing an opening,
flipped him on his stomach, grabbed a wrist and twisted one arm up behind
his back in a brutal single hammerlock.  He applied it perfectly, jerking
it up higher and higher, making the Marine scream and pound his free hand
on the bed.

Eddie was shocked at the turn of events and watched horrified as his master
threw his head back, his face twisted in pain.  But, stunned as he was,
Eddie felt his cock shudder and he pulled at his ropes desperate to free
himself, not so much to help his master as to touch his own cock and
release the head of semen that was building up in it.

"OK, soldier, you had enough?  You know even a Marine can't take this.  You
gotta submit."

"Go fuck yourself," Hassan growled, which only made Mario increase the
pressure until the pain in Hassan's shoulder and arm became unbearable.
"OK, OK, enough," he screamed.  "I submit ... I submit."

Eddie could hardly believe his ears or eyes as Mario released the hold and
the rugged Marine slumped on the bed, shuddering in humiliating defeat.
Mario gloated, "OK, soldier, you're beaten and I can do whatever I want to
you – and we all know what that is."  He reached down to Hassan's waist
and pulled it up so he was on hands and knees facing away from him, his ass
helplessly exposed, his agonized face only a few feet from his boy sitting
bound by the bed.

Mario reached to a jar of lube on the bedside table and greased up his
cock.  Then he grabbed the Marine's hips, pulled his ass towards him and
pressed the head of his cock against his hole.  "Here it comes, soldier.
You lost ... you pay the price."

"Aaagh!!"  The Marine's body shuddered, his face flew back, his black hair
flying, his sculpted features contorted in a howl as the Italian cock
plunged deep in his ass.  Mario didn't hold back.  He rammed his cock into
the Marine's ass again and again with increasing force.

Eddie looked at his master on all fours, his magnificent body flexing to
withstand the onslaught, his face thrashing from side to side.  Just once
he briefly caught Eddie's eye, and in that fleeting look Eddie understood.
He had known that Hassan could beat any man in a fight, certainly a refined
young man like Mario, but he had submitted.

Eddie was puzzled at first ... but now he knew.  His master was doing this
for him, to show him what it would be like with Mario joining them.  This
was the test run he had mentioned.  And what he had said about more layers
in their relationship ... he was dead right.  The boy was feeling layers of
different sensations – starting with the fear and exhilaration of
watching the big Marine submit and get his ass hammered.  He had always
known Hassan as the ultimate top man and it was a huge turn-on to watch the
muscle-god get fucked.

Then there was the dazzling sight of Mario, the beautiful young Italian,
his flawless muscles rippling as he rose and fell on the soldier's ass.
But above all he felt intense love for Hassan, and for Mario, playing out
this homoerotic scene for him.  He wanted it to last, then realized that it
would, that Hassan would always be there to protect him and Mario to teach
him.  He would be loved by them both, and they would both use him for their
sexual release.

But still he was nervous about the pounding his master was taking,
especially when Mario said, "You can't take much more, captain.  Let's see
you on your belly."  One savage plunge of his cock sent the Marine down,
sprawling forward flat on the bed, his head jerking down, inches from
Eddie's crotch as he sat struggling before him.

Eddie gasped in disbelief, his cock reared up hard as steel ... and the
soldier lowered his mouth over it, letting his face fall into the boy's
pubic hair, taking the whole cock deep down his throat.  As the Italian's
cock pistoned in his ass Hassan began ferociously to suck Eddie's cock,
timing the thrusts of his head to the thrusts of Mario's cock in his ass.

Eddie was driven crazy watching his master get spit roasted by Mario and
himself.  This was something he had never felt, something even his vivid
fantasies could never have imagined.  Mario was smiling at him now.
"That's it, buddy.  Let's make it good for our captain.  We both love your
master ... so let's show him how much.  You ready, amico?"

"I... I can't hold back ... It feels so ... Aaagh!"  Eddie's cock exploded
in the soldier's mouth just as Mario howled and shot a massive load of cum
in his ass.  Hassan swallowed hard and his butt thrust up to make the cock
go even deeper.  Semen poured into his mouth and ass and tears streamed
from his eyes until at last the cocks ran dry and pulled out of him.

Hassan rolled onto his back, Mario quickly untied Eddie and they both fell
on his cock, licking it, kissing it, until it shuddered and spouted up a
long ribbon of cum that splashed down on both their faces.  They collapsed
on the bed on either side of Hassan laughing uncontrollably, with the
exquisite joy of discovering something brand new.

Hassan wrapped his arms round them both and said, "How was that for a test
run, guys?  Pretty damn hot, eh?  Now we gotta take another shower and put
on some decent clothes for our dinner with Steve and Lloyd up at the house.
And after that we come back and sleep together, and tonight it won't be my
ass up for grabs, or Mario's.  It's gonna be yours kiddo.  That OK with you
two?

"Aye-aye, captain," they said in unison and ran for the shower.

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

The next morning Eddie and Mario went back to work with the crew at the
bungalow where demolition had ended and construction was about to begin.
But before work started all the boys, Nate included, were summoned by
Darius who insisted that Eddie `spill the beans' about his adventures the
day before.

It was such a hot story that Darius filmed the eager Eddie breathlessly
spilling out words like bullets from a machine gun, tripping over himself
as he gave a blow-by-blow account, accompanied by the other boys' awestruck
reactions ... "no way, dude" ... "you're kidding ..."

He ended by throwing his arm over Mario's shoulder and said, "Yeah, and me
and Mario are gonna spend the weekend with Hassan at Steve and Lloyd's
house.  Doc Steve, him being a shrink and all, says he wants to make sure
everything's ... copostatic ... with us."

"Copacetic," Mario corrected him gently.

"Yeah, like I said, hunky-dory."

Eddie grinned at Brandon, pulled him and his wheelchair aside, and
explained the situation with Mario to make sure Brandon was OK with it.
"Sure, dude," Brandon said.  "Tell you the truth, I was feeling a bit
guilty about Mario.  I mean, him and me were such good buddies and I kinda
neglected him after I became Pete's boy.  He's gonna have a great time with
you and that hunky Marine.  But you're still gonna be one of the three
amigos with me and Ben, eh?"

"'Course I am, dude."  He held up his hand ... "Semper Fi."

Brandon high-fived him repeating "Semper Fi" without quite knowing what it
meant – only that Eddie's sparkling eyes meant it had to be good.

At that point Randy called Pablo and Darius into a meeting he was having
with Zack and Pete in Brandon's apartment next door.  They all sat round
the small living room and Randy said to the boys, "Guys, you and your crew
are working so damn hard on that house I want us all to take a time-out
this weekend.

"Now you know I'm gonna test drive those two new Harleys I'm thinking of
buying, which means we'll have four for the weekend.  So how about we spend
a couple of days on a bike run?  I would take Pablo, of course, Zack will
have Darius, and Mark could bring Jamie – give Jamie and you, Pablo, a
chance to prove you really have called a truce and are best buds now.

He looked at Pete.  "I know you enjoy getting into leather and taking out
one of the Harleys for a spin, Pete.  So, what are the chances of you
bringing Brandon?  Think he'd be safe riding behind you?"

"You know, Randy, I've been thinking for a long time that I'd like to do
that," Pete said.  "I want Brandon to have all the same experiences as the
other boys but ... well ... I already did some checking and the bike would
need a few modifications so he and his wheelchair could come with us."

`Damn right he's coming with us," Pablo said decisively.  "We're not gonna
leave Brandon behind.  Think how that would make him feel.  Hell, that's
what I do for a living, fix machines, so Darius and me could sure as hell
make the bike safe for the kid, what d'ya say dude?

"No question about it," Darius grinned.  "It would be great for Brandon to
go on a trip with the three senior boys.  So that's settled."

Randy and Zack beamed with pride at their boys and their determination and
concern for Brandon.  "So that's it I guess, men," Randy grinned.  "You
heard what my chief mechanic said – it's settled.  By the way, I did
mention this to Bob and he said he'd prefer to stay home and catch up on
some paperwork.  He's gonna invite Jason and Ben, Adam and Nate to spend
the weekend with him and the twins.  Says he don't see enough of them."

"Hm," Zack said, "so it looks like the tribe will split into three for a
couple a days – Hassan, Eddie and Mario at Steve and Lloyd's – Bob,
the Aussie, the fireman and their boys in domestic bliss at the house –
and that leaves us eight bikers on the road.  More stories for the
archives, Darius.  Get your camera ready."

"Right," Randy growled, suddenly all business.  "Now you two boys get your
asses in gear and get back to work. And don't take any crap from the `three
amigos' as those kids call themselves.  No fucking around – and I mean
no fucking at all."

"Trust us, sir," Pablo said.  "We'll keep them in line."

As they headed out Randy called after them, "We're real proud of you boys –
real proud."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 256

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