Date: Wed, 7 Oct 2015 02:16:40 -0400
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 280  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 280
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: After their sexual contest of strength the two horny
muscle-jocks turn their attention to the three boys. "Jason and Grady,
naked with huge boners, paced round the eager boys on display, making their
choice like masters at a boy auction."  Up the coast Hassan lures Bob into
an erotic fantasy where the handsome young business executive is captured
and bound, at the mercy of the rugged, muscular Marine.

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


Chapter 280 – "THE YOUNG BUSINESSMAN AND THE MARINE"


The boys, Ben, Brandon and Eddie – the self-styled `three amigos' –
had hatched a plot.  The result was the long overdue meeting between Jason,
the handsome, muscular fireman; and the equally stunning young muscle-god
Grady, a newcomer to the tribe and set to star in a big-budget Tarzan
movie.

The powerful gym jocks, equal in strength and beauty, quickly developed a
friendly rivalry natural to macho alpha males like them.  They
instinctively gravitated to Jason's home gym where the two athletes
competed in a narcissistic contest of strength, muscle-worship and sexual
prowess.

Stripped down to ragged loincloths like twin Tarzans they battled in
midair, swinging from gym ropes, and ended up in a ferocious,
winner-take-all wrestling match.  The action paralleled the climactic scene
in Grady's movie where two jungle heroes in loincloths battle for
supremacy, except that in the real-life version the loser's ass was the
prize.

After a fierce, equally matched battle, Grady, in a final burst of
adrenaline and rage, emerged the winner and subjected the hot young
fireman's ass to the hardest, longest fuck he had ever endured.

But in the end, exhausted as they were, the contest had doubled the respect
and admiration Grady and Jason felt for each other, not to mention the
towering lust between two supreme young jocks that bordered on man-on-man
love.  Grady reached down and pulled Jason to his feet.  They fell into a
jubilant hug, like athletes at the end of a match, then showered together
under the outdoor shower beside the gym.

The three boys had watched the entire spectacle in a state of awed
disbelief.  They had seen things no boy had ever seen before, and had
drained their balls dry with multiple orgasms.  Even Eddy, the `little
gusher', proclaimed himself "dry as a bone ... not another drop, dudes."

Now their only desire was to serve the men whom they now looked on as young
demigods.  Jason and Grady pulled on gym shorts and sat at the table, plied
with drinks by the boys who then dashed off to the kitchen to make dinner.
As their testosterone levels subsided Jason and Grady gazed at each other
in wonder at what they had been through together.  They knew that from this
time on they were committed buddies, two extraordinary men cut from the
same cloth.

Grady grinned, "Man, that fight hanging from ropes was fucking awesome
... much better than anything in the movie script.  The fight directors and
stuntmen are still choreographing the big climax fight, but so far it's all
on the ground.  Imagine those two guys in loincloths fighting as they swing
from the vines, doing just what we did.  Fucking epic.  I'm gonna suggest
it ... I bet they'll go for it."  He chuckled, "Maybe you should come and
we'll demonstrate our moves."

"Not all of them, I hope," Jason laughed.  "Pity they don't allow fucking
in your movie.  That would put asses in theater seats all over the world."

Soon the boys appeared with trays of food and the men did a double take.
They were all wearing tight white T-shirts and boxer briefs that showed off
their young physiques in the most provocative way.  Brandon was right there
with them, dressed the same, the same sexy smile on his face with food
piled on the tray table of his wheelchair.

The men burst out laughing and Jason said, "Hey, boys, sexy outfits, but
you don't have to seduce us – you're already spoken for.  Me and Grady
have been talking..."  ("Uh-uh" the boys said in unison, mimicking the
masters' usual reaction to that phrase).  "Specifically about dessert.  I
hope you haven't made any `cos ... you're it.  You ever fantasize about
getting your asses fucked by Tarzan and his jungle buddy?"

"All the time, sir," they said together, with identical wide grins.

"Well," Grady laughed, "remember what you're mother told you.  Don't eat
too much dinner – save room for dessert."

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

That last part went ignored as the boys ploughed into the food.  Watching
the jock fight and jerking off so many times had sharpened their appetites
for many things, not least for food.  That basic need had to be filled
first before their minds focused on other hungers.  With his usual sense of
the over-dramatic Eddie confided to his two buddies, "Dudes, gotta build up
our strength so we can take whatever these muscle guys throw at us."

Released from the rigors of exercise and muscle maintenance (at least for
the rest of the day) Jason and Grady indulged their own appetites to the
full.  "Great food, kids," Grady said.  "Who taught you to cook like this?"

"The twins, sir," they said in unison and left it at that.  No further
explanation was needed – everyone knew the twins well – except Grady.
He had met them briefly at that one dinner at the house but they hadn't had
a chance to talk as they were busy all the time serving the gourmet food
they had prepared.

"Oh yeah," Grady said, "they're Bob's boys right?  Man, talk about
identical beauties.  Double the fun, eh?"

"You'd be gobsmacked, sir!"  Eddie's mouth was off and running.  "Shit,
watching those brothers make love to each other is worth the price of
admission alone, worth a bucket of anyone's jizz.  And then when they turn
their attention to you, hell you don't know if you're cumming or choking,
getting fucked in the back or front, or both.  You should take them for a
trial run, sir, I know they're crazy about you – told me so – just
the other day they ... Oops"

He stopped suddenly, realizing he had fallen into his usual trap of talking
too much.  Jason shook his head.  "Eddie, my boy, it's a toss-up whether
you spend more time running off at the mouth or blasting jizz from your
cock.  Either way it's probably too much."

"Oh, the talking maybe, sir, but not the jizz thing.  I always say a boy
should cum early and often.  I heard a guy say once that he votes like that
too.  I didn't really get it at the time ..."

Jason's look turned from good-natured to impatient and he said, "Stop with
the crazy talk, Eddie."  The boy stopped short, zipped his pursed lips with
his fingertips and turned the key.  That familiar gesture made them laugh
and set the tone for the merry, raucous conversation that followed.

Jason and Grady, always conscious of their diet like most athletes, never
really drank much alcohol, but this evening was an exception, a celebration
where they felt entitled to push the boat out a bit, especially when the
boys brought out the brandy.  And so they got pleasantly drunk like good
buddies do and their conversation got more raunchily macho.

Grady had a theory that his movie could make more money as a porn movie and
they piled on crazy ideas of Tarzan getting butt-fucked by the other
characters as they came and went in the story.  "And came again," Jason
laughed, spluttering out brandy.  Grady moved round the table and sat
beside him on the bench, both leaning back on their elbows on the table
like two raunchy athletes after a game getting drunk as they sized up the
talent.

As they talked they watched the boys run back and forth to the house
clearing away dishes.  Grady grabbed his crotch crudely and growled, "Get a
load of that, dude, those boys are mighty fine, just ripe for the plucking.
We didn't get dessert but I could still go for something sweet – like a
sweet piece of ass.  Hey, boys.  Come here and let's get a look at you."

The boys had been clearing dishes, sure but, much more important, they had
used all the running around as an opportunity to show off their asses and
bodies to the two bawdy jocks cheering them on.  Now they stood in a row
like schoolboys at team selection before a match.  And each of them longed
to be chosen.  In precision formation they all slowly pulled their T-shirts
off over their heads and threw them at the men's feet in the time-honored
tradition of strippers."

"Awesome," Jason shouted.  "Now turn around.  Let's see those asses."

All three turned round, Brandon in the middle doing a double wheelie in his
wheelchair.  As Ben and Eddie pulled their boxers down over their beautiful
asses Brandon reached out on either side and gracefully waved his hands
over their butt cheeks with the elegance of a hostess on a game show
displaying the prizes.  Which actually is pretty much what this was.

"Enough," Grady said.  "Turn round."  They pulled up their shorts and
turned to face the men.  "Dunno about you, buddy," Grady said, "but my
prick would feel real snug buried in one of those butts."

"Me too," Jason grinned.  "Only thing is, after busting those massive loads
earlier I'm not sure if I've got anything left.  Look at this."  He pulled
down the front of his gym shorts and displayed his only semi-hard dick.

"Same here, dude.  And the booze don't help."  Grady pulled out his dick
that was in the same flaccid condition.  "Hey you guys, two hot jocks like
us gotta have real boners.  You got any suggestions?"

The boys looked at each other and giggled.  "Hey," Jason grinned, "be
careful what you wish for, dude.  Eddie here can make anyone hard.  He's a
master cocksucker and he's taught his buddies.  Did you know he gives
cocksucking lessons to a lot of guys in the house?  He doesn't charge for
them but still offers a money-back guarantee ..."

"... if not completely satisfied," Eddie grinned proudly.  "See, I used to
suck cock in the back room of a leather bar in the desert and ..."

"Enough," Jason snapped.  "We don't wanna know what you did for guys in a
bar ... it's what you're gonna do for us.  OK, come on, let's see what you
got."  The boys moved forward ... it was three mouths and two cocks but
they were used to handling this kind of situation. Ben held back at first
as he routinely sucked Jason's cock daily since he became his boy.  He left
the field clear for Brandon and Eddie who made the most of it.

Grady felt a special affection for Brandon and beckoned him with a quick
jerk of the head.  Brandon wheeled between his outstretched legs, took off
his glasses and tucked them away with meticulous precision, then pulled out
of his saddlebag a jar of lube that he put on the ground for whatever came
after.  Grady held Brandon's face in both hands and grinned at his big,
blinking eyes.  "Go for it kiddo."

Brandon leaned forward in his chair, glanced quickly to his right and Eddie
winked at him, his mouth already wide open.  This was evidently going to be
synchronized cocksucking and the men's reaction was simultaneous as the
young mouths closed over their cocks and their throat muscles clenched.
"Shit, damn," Grady moaned, "that feels ... holy fuck ..."

"Told you," Jason gasped.  "Dude, this kid could make me shoot my wad in
seconds.  But don't cum, buddy... save that for their asses."

The boys really went to town, thrilled to be sucking the dicks of the alpha
jocks, the two Tarzans they had watched in homoerotic combat, who were now
leaning back against the table waiting to be pleasured by their boys.  The
boys' skills were not so much in making them cum (too easy) but in
preventing it – teasing them by bringing them to the cusp of orgasm then
opening their mouth wide and simply breathing hot breath over the
shuddering rods.

Soon Ben got in on the act, elbowing Eddie aside and taking his turn on
Jason.  Eddie moved sideways and took over from Brandon who wheeled himself
round to await his turn at the other end of the line.  That set the pattern
and the men were treated to a succession of juicy mouths on their cocks,
which were instantly iron hard.  They grabbed the head of each boy in
succession and rammed them down on their dicks so the boys' faces were
pressed into the tangle of blond pubic hair.

Each boy's technique was slightly different but equally effective in making
the athletes writhe on the edge of orgasm.  After a while greed overtook
precision and soon the boys were fighting for each cock, snuffling like
piglets feeding at the trough.

Finally Grady was so close to losing his load that he pushed Ben's head
back off his cock.  "Hell, I can't take any more of this ... I gotta fuck
... I gotta fuck ass."  The three boys pulled back and stared at the jocks
with shining eyes.  They sported wide grins and were drooling saliva,
panting hard, their tongues hanging out like Spaniels pleasing their
masters and waiting for their next orders.

The orders came instantly.  "Get naked!"  Eagerly Ben and Eddie stood up
and took off their shorts.  Brandon wriggled in his chair and expertly
pulled down his boxer briefs – a move he had perfected over time when
responding to orders from his master Pete.

Again the boys gathered in a row while Jason and Grady, naked now, their
cocks stiff as ramrods and oozing pre-cum, paced round them, making their
choice like masters at a boy auction.  As before, Grady chose Brandon while
Jason winked knowingly at his boy Ben and chose Eddie.  Ben was content to
stand back and watch until his turn came.

Eddie fell on his back on the ground offering his ass to the gorgeous young
fireman.  Grady grinned at Brandon, "So how do we do this, kid?"

"Just like anyone else, sir."  Expertly Brandon slid down out of his
wheelchair and lay on his back on the ground beside Eddie.  "See," Brandon
grinned ... "just like everyone else."  Jason had slung Eddie's legs over
his shoulders and Grady did the same with Brandon.  Jason had already lubed
Eddie's ass and now passed the jar to Grady who carefully inserted his
fingers in Brandon's ass.

"You don't have to be careful with me, sir.  I can take whatever the other
boys take, and more.  I'm a tough dude."

"I bet you are, kid, but are you tough enough for this?"  He plunged his
shaft inside the boy's ass and Brandon threw his head back and howled.  It
was a howl of joy but Grady saw pain and slowed down.  Brandon frowned up
at Grady.  "I like it hard, sir.  Is that all you got?"

"Fuck you, kid!" Grady growled.  He was being challenged by a boy!  "OK,
punk, you asked for this."  Grady leaned forward, braced his hands on the
ground and his cock became a pile-driver slamming into Brandon's ass.  He
was amazed to see the look of ecstasy on the boy's face, taking dick in his
ass, proving his toughness, proving he was as good as everyone else.

Brandon looked up in disbelief at the handsome young muscle-jock, the movie
Tarzan, rising and falling above him.  He was getting butt-fucked by the
man on the billboard, the man everyone wanted, the man who loved to get
fucked.  But not this time.  This was a rugged alpha top-man, no doubt
about it if the pounding in the boy's ass was anything to go by.  Brandon
was in heaven and ran his hands over the contours of Grady's chest and
arms, feeling his sinews ripple as he fucked with increasing force.

Eddie too was yelling with excitement, getting his ass reamed by the blond,
muscle-god fireman.  He had watched Jason so often, had jerked off over the
calendar's August page, and now here he was getting ploughed by the huge
dick of the man himself.

The boys were desperately holding back their orgasms – they wanted it to
last all night, but then something happened that pushed them over the top.
Jason and Grady, pounding ass shoulder to shoulder, suddenly looked at each
other and saw the same raw lust in each other's eyes.  "This is so fucking
hot, dude," Jason said.  "I love you, man."  Their faces came together in a
ravenous kiss, the embrace of two jock buddies as they fucked their boys.

It was pornographic – two gym jocks displaying the man-on-man love they
felt for each other, heightened by the feel of their cocks jackhammering
their boys' hot young asses.  The sight was so dazzling that the boys
looked away, only to confront each other's exhilaration at being the
fuck-boys of the two magnificent men.

They looked back at their masters, now staring down at them, sweat dripping
from their faces into the boy's mouths.  And that was it.  No boy could
withstand this.  With twin screams their lithe young bodies bucked as two
fountains of semen blasted high in the air and splashed onto the chests of
the men heaving above them.  More jizz followed until men and boys were
soaked in cum.

But not Grady's and Jason's cum ... not yet.  As they pulled out of the
boys' asses Grady said, "My fucking balls are bursting, man.  I gotta cum.
Look at the ass of that young gypsy boy."

"Ah, you're talking about my boy there," Jason said.  "He's precious –
don't come cheap, and I always get first crack at that ass."  Ben heard his
cue and lay on the ground beside Brandon.  Jason pushed his legs up and
looked down at the beautiful ass covered in fine wisps of curly black hair.
"Who does it belong to, boy?"

"You, sir, always.  Please fuck me, sir."  Jason slid his cock inside as he
had done so many times before – twice a day, at least – and Ben
moaned in bliss.  "See," Jason said to Grady, "the boy is mine but
... well, seeing as we're such good buddies and you did win the fight, I
guess I can loan him out to you."

Ben was stoked hearing these two beautiful men bargaining over him,
especially when the deal was struck and the two jocks traded his ass back
and forth.  Eddie, the voyeur of the group, stood beside them stroking his
already hard cock and watched his buddy get serially fucked.

When Grady's turn came he looked down at the gypsy face, the pale blue eyes
and black hair, and saw a young version of Ben's big brother Randy.  For an
instant he was fucking the big brother, but that fantasy quickly
disappeared as he flashed on the reverse – the erotic image of Randy
fucking him as he did so often now after their gym workouts.

It was Jason's turn now and, after getting his dick sucked and fucking
Eddie, he knew he couldn't hold back any more.  "I gotta bust a load, man,
my balls are bursting.  But I want us to cum together... like good
buddies."

Grady looked over at Brandon, lying next to Ben, he eyes blinking
expectantly.  "You ready for more action, kid?"

"Yes please, sir."  So once again Grady pushed his cock inside Brandon,
whose ass was more like a cauldron than ever.  As soon as he entered him
Grady knew, like Jason, that he had to cum.  "You ready, dude, ready for
the big finish?"

"OK, buddy, let's rock."  Gazing at their respective boys they pounded
harder and harder until they were panting, "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck
... yeaahh!!.  Ben felt the familiar rush of his master's jizz in his ass
and he shot his own creamy white stream all over his young body.

Brandon gazed wide-eyed up at Grady and said, "I love you sir," as he felt
the muscle-jock's sperm pouring into his ass.  Although he had cum so
recently Brandon let go his second orgasm.  And not to be outdone, Eddie,
the `little gusher' added his own generous contribution of sperm that
splashed down on the breathless group of two jocks and their fuck-boys
laughing beneath him.

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

The laughter lasted a long time until Jason took the initiative and
shouted, "Guys, listen up.  We gotta spend the night here together, see
what more mischief we can get up to ... agreed?"

"Agreed," came the chorus of approval.

"OK, first things first.  Eddie, you have to get permission from Hassan and
you, Brandon, from Pete.  If they need reassurance from me I'll be happy to
talk to them.  And I guess you'll wanna alert Steve and Lloyd, Grady, or
they'll be sending out search parties and you'll be on the front pages
... `Tarzan Goes Missing'."

Another burst of laughter, but they all did as Jason suggested and
everything was arranged in minutes.  Jason did speak to Hassan and Pete and
swore he would take care of their boys.  Grady even got on the phone with
Pete and had a lengthy conversation about how magical his boy was.  He had
only just finished speaking with him and was lying on his back on the grass
with the others gazing up at the stars when his cell phone rang.  He
recognized the guttural voice immediately.

"Hey, buddy, just reminding you of our workout tomorrow – 7am.  I know
you've probably been whoring and drinking and that's even more reason to
get back in harness tomorrow.  You know you've gotta look like a hunk
throughout the shoot and only discipline can do that.  So you be here at
seven sharp or I'll whip your ass."  There was a chuckle at the other end.
"Well, I'll do that anyway ... even more reason for you to come.  So be
here, stud, OK?

He clicked off and Grady couldn't believe that he had a boner just hearing
Randy's voice.  Sure he had got off fucking Jason, and then the three boys,
but what really got his blood racing was the thought of Randy's monster
dick in his ass.  Yeah, he'd be there – seven sharp.

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

Randy had made the phone call on his way up to his brother Steve's house
where he and Bob had been invited to dinner by Steve and Lloyd.  Randy had
been a bit delayed and Bob was lounging over pre-dinner drinks by the pool,
waiting for him to join them.  But before he showed up Hassan came home
from work and was about to go down to his guest house when he saw Bob on
the pool deck and came over to him.

Hassan had been shooting one of his many Marine promotional videos and as
usual had come straight from the set.  He was a pornographic fantasy in
full Marine battle gear – camouflage fatigue pants, combat boots, dark
green tank under a sleeveless denim shirt.  He hadn't even washed off the
black camouflage streaks on his exotic, olive-skinned face, making him look
even more of a fearsome warrior than ever.

He and Bob exchanged lustful looks.  It was a long time since they had
spent time together, just the two of them, and Bob grinned, "Hey soldier,
you look like you've been fighting World War III.  Sit down, take a load
off and grab a beer."

Just the sight of Bob, in his usual blue jeans and V-neck white T-shirt,
made Hassan's cock stir and he said, "Does anyone ever refuse you anything,
buddy?  And now you mention it, I could kill an ice-cold beer right now
after all the fake killing I've been doing for that video."

He sat down, grabbed a beer from the cooler, threw his head back and
swigged a long draft.  Bob gazed at him in awe and the sight of his
prominent Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed was enough to turn Bob on.

"The hell of it is I gotta put all this crap back on Friday for a day of
military maneuvers up near Vandenberg Air Force Base.  They can be
grueling, so I usually stay the night in a little house they got up there.
Rest of the guys go back to the Base, drinking and partying, but you know
me, I prefer to be alone."

"Yeah I know," Bob smiled.  "Matter of fact I'll be up in that neck of the
woods myself that day.  I have to visit my firm's branch office in San Luis
Obispo – a tour of inspection as Senior Vice President – crack the
whip a bit if necessary.  But they're a good bunch of guys and don't mind
my visits – huh, they even seem to welcome them."

Hassan chuckled mockingly, "I wonder why," raising his eyebrows at the
stunningly handsome man next to him.  "If I worked up there I'd sure
welcome a visit from the boss too."

The lustful grins were back but they just left that thought hanging in the
air and took another drink.  "The only part I hate is the drive back south
in the rush hour," Bob said.  "Traffic can be a bitch from Santa Barbara
all the way back to L.A."

"Tell me about it.  At least you'll be in that posh Mercedes of yours.  You
should try it in a military jeep.  Which is why I usually spend the night
in that house I mentioned."  There was another silence while their thoughts
traveled on the same track, and it was Hassan who voiced them first.

"You thinking what I'm thinking, buddy?  Sounds kinda dumb – me alone in
that house, you sweating it out in rush-hour traffic.  Would you, er,
consider spending the night with me?  Course I realize you'd have to get
back to Randy so you probably couldn't ..."

"Sounds like a plan, soldier," Bob interjected.  "Course, you'd still be in
uniform and I'd be in my own kind of uniform – business suit and tie –
but I could bring something to change into.  Yeah, I like the sound of
that.  Let's do it."

"Let's do what?" came a deep voice.  Randy was still in his `uniform' –
old work pants and ragged tank – having come straight from the
construction site.  "What are you two plotting?  Wait, let me grab a beer."
He sat down and took a swig of beer while Bob explained what he and Hassan
had been discussing.  "`Course, if you'd rather I come back, of course I
..."

"What," Randy grinned, "you need my permission?"

"No, of course not," Bob said.  "I just don't want to hurt you in any
way..."

"Man, I don't hurt so easy, you know that.  I'm a big boy.  Sounds like a
nice break for you.  What d'ya say Steve?"  Steve had just come out with
more food and, when he heard the plan, thought it was a great idea.  He
looked at the three men and said, "Just what the doctor ordered, I'd say."

Steve laughed, "And while we're on the subject of good ideas, another one
would be for the soldier and the construction worker to get cleaned up
before we eat dinner.  How about wiping off the war-paint and taking a
swim, guys?"  They obeyed doctor's orders while Bob went indoors to help
Steve and Lloyd with dinner.

Lounging in the pool Randy said to Hassan, "You know, buddy, I'm glad this
little scheme came up.  See, there's been a lotta stuff going on lately,
what with me getting too involved with Grady and neglecting Bob, and him
sorting out the whole mess.  Plus Bob keeps the Company going with office
help from Jamie and Brandon, and the house too with help from the twins,
Nate and the other boys.

"What I'm getting at is that Bob's been doing a lot of the heavy lifting
around here and I'd like his mind taken off it for a while.  I mean, we
make love all the time and he's crazy about that, but he doesn't get time
for much ... you know ... imaginative stuff like ... well ... the
fantasizing you, Zack and the other guys get into, so ..."

"So what you're saying, Randy, is you want me to kinda take him into
another world for a few hours, take care of his lusts, scare him up even
... is that it?

"Exactly – right on, man.  `Course," a steely look crossed his face,
"you wouldn't really hurt him or scare him too much, but, well, you know
what I mean, man.  Just give him a good time.  He deserves it."

"Say no more, Randy, I know just what you mean.  Leave it to me, and don't
worry.  I'll take good care of your Bob – in more ways than one.

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

Friday came and in the late afternoon Bob pulled out of the parking lot of
his company's branch with a sigh of relief and a tingle of anticipation at
the thought of spending the night with Hassan.

Randy had been right when he confided in Hassan that Bob's stress levels
were elevated after everything that had gone on with Randy and Grady, plus
the day-to-day maintenance of the construction company and the house.  He
was the money man, after all, which brought its own heavy responsibilities.

What he needed was something to take his mind off this, something
different, a mini-adventure that would break the routine of his life.  Life
with Randy was always an adventure, though right now it had settled into an
unusually placid routine, which Bob welcomed provided he got a jolt once in
a while.

Plus there was the added thrill of being alone with Hassan, something that
hadn't happened in a long while.  Bob had always found the macho,
square-jawed Marine an exciting, highly sexual man, with his exotic
Arab/Asian looks, slanted eyes, thick black hair and superbly muscled body.
His taciturn, brooding attitude, his habit of keeping himself to himself,
added to his rugged, alpha-male air of mystery.  Bob was never quite sure
what to expect from Hassan, which made him doubly exciting.

It was less than an hour's drive from San Luis down to Vandenberg Air Force
Base.  Hassan had explained that the military maneuvers were to take place
in a heavily wooded area outside Vandenberg, not far from the sea cliffs,
and were due to end by 5pm.  After that the men would all hightail it back
to the base for a night of drinking to relieve the stress of mock warfare.
The woods would be deserted, the house empty.

Hassan had given Bob directions of where to park, then he was to follow a
long path through the woods until he came to the house on the cliff top
where Hassan would meet him.  It was close to six o'clock when the Mercedes
bumped over a gravel road and came to the parking place, not much more than
a patch of dirt by the trees.

Bob got out and stared up at the dense trees, which looked kind of ominous
in the late afternoon light.  After a short search he found the path and
plunged into the woods.  Only a little sunlight filtered through the dense
trees and the slight sense of danger was accentuated by the heavy smell of
Cordite in the air left over from all the military activity.  But Bob
strode onward, hoping he would soon break through and see the house and
Hassan.

"Shit," he said to himself.  He had left his bag in the car with his change
of clothes.  But he wasn't about to go back and get it.  Best to soldier
on, though he was starting to get spooked by the shadows and the silence.
He took off his suit jacket and slung it over his shoulder, loosened his
tie and undid the top button of his shirt.

Occasional sounds broke the silence in the woods that he assumed was an
animal – a deer or something.  But now his imagination was really
spooked and he had an irrational sense that he was being watched
... followed.  To his relief he came to a small clearing where he stopped
to take a breather.  He leaned against a tree to catch his breath, his
jacket hanging from one hand.  He closed his eyes and tried to picture
Hassan, more to reassure himself than anything.

Then suddenly everything changed.  He heard leaves rustling behind him and
something grabbed his wrists, pulled them round the back of the tree and
tied them tight.  He struggled and yelled, "What the fuck...?  But his
voice died in his throat as a figure came from behind him and faced him.

`Faced' was no exactly how it was as the man's head and face were covered
by a balaclava mask with only small slits for the eyes.  It was obviously a
soldier as he was wearing fatigues and a heavy camouflage jacket covering
his body, completely anonymous like masked combat soldiers he had seen in
the movies.

"Who the hell are you ...and what do you think ...?"  But he got no farther
as the man pulled out a filthy rag and gagged him with it.  His breath
heaving Bob inhaled the smell of sweat and grease, and other odors that
could have been cum, piss or god knows what.  All he knew was that he was
tied and gagged, at the mercy of this dark demon.

Without saying a word the man moved fast.  He fished inside Bob's jacket
and pulled out his wallet and cell phone that he stuffed into his own
jacket.  He yanked Bob's Rolex watch off his wrist and pocketed that too.
He stared at Bob for a second, then took off running through the trees.
Bob heard an engine start up and get fainter and fainter until the silence
of the woods closed in on him again.

So, he thought, it was a robbery after all, a mugging.  In a way that was a
relief.  Hassan would surely come searching for him when he didn't show up,
so all he had to do was wait ... and wait.

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

He tried to shout Hassan's name but the gag muffled his voice.  His
instinct was to phone Randy but, even if he could free his hands, his cell
phone had been stolen.

The thought of Randy and Hassan jolted something in his mind.  That day at
Steve's when he had come out of the house with food he had seen the two men
in the pool talking earnestly to each other.  When they saw him they
stopped abruptly and grinned at each other conspiratorially.  Looked like
they had been plotting something.

Could this be it?  Nah, why the theft, then?  Didn't make sense ... and who
was the guy who had tied him up and mugged him?  But, scary as his
predicament was, the image of the guys in the pool comforted him somehow.
Randy and Hassan would never let any harm come to him, he was sure of that.
Still, it was hard to relax, helplessly bound and gagged as he was.

His troubled thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car engine coming
closer – the same engine sound he had heard when the guy had left.
Shit, he was coming back.  What did he want this time?  The engine shut off
and Bob strained to hear through the ensuing silence.  He thought he heard
the rustling of leaves ... maybe his imagination ... but then he heard the
sharp crack of a branch.  That was real enough and his body tensed,
expecting the man to approach from behind as before.

His eyes strained and he thought they were playing tricks as he tried to
make sense of the shadows in the trees across the clearing.  And then he
saw him, the same guy standing in the shadows watching him.  Bob tried to
shout but all he could produce was a muffled groan.  What unnerved him was
the intensity of the eyes staring at him through the slits in the balaclava
mask.  Then, fuck, the man started to stroke the bulge in his fatigue pants
and his breathing became heavy, even under the mask.

Bob struggled again, realizing that sex was a part of this.  He was gripped
with fear again ... was he gonna get raped?  Shit, he needed Randy.  His
fears peaked as the man unzipped his pants, pulled out a huge, iron-hard
cock and stroked it.  Despite all Bob's stress and confusion and against
all reason, he found himself turned on by the sight of this tall, mystery
soldier staring at him and pounding his meat.

Straight-laced Bob didn't often indulge in fantasy but this was a real live
one – the well-dressed business executive captured and bound by a
mysterious soldier with sex on his mind.  Except for his anxiety it would
have been the ultimate homoerotic picture straight from the pages of
pornography.  And soon Bob's lust overcame his anxiety and he felt his dick
getting hard under his dress pants.

Then, suddenly, it all came clear.  The soldier grabbed the top of his
balaclava and yanked off his face mask.  It was Hassan!  Of course it was.
Of course.  How, Bob wondered, could he ever had got so spooked that he
thought Hasan could have exposed him to danger?  His mind went back to the
conspiratorial grins on Hassan and Randy in the pool.

Hassan shrugged off his combat jacket and there he was, the image that
always excited Bob as it had that day by the pool – the muscular
physique, dark, exotic features, high cheek bones, slanted brown eyes and
jet black hair.

The Marine was still fresh from military maneuvers wearing combat boots and
camouflage fatigue pants cinched round his slim waist by a heavy belt.
Stretched over the mounds of his chest was a military-green tank top,
exposing his rock hard shoulders and powerful arms.  Military dog tags hung
down in the cleft between his pecs.  His chiseled, olive-skin face was
still streaked with black camouflage paint and the picture was complete
when he pulled mirrored sunglasses from his pocket and put them on.

Bob struggled again to get free, but this time in an effort to stroke his
own cock.  The glasses had restored the air of mystery to the Marine and
increased Bob's lust for the man.  Even though the truth had been revealed
the fantasy remained.

The same was true of Hassan.  He had learned from his boy Eddie how to
create sexual fantasies and this one sent testosterone surging through him.
He wanted it to last.

He was mesmerized by the sight of the muscular business executive with the
Superman features, tied to a tree in the middle of the woods, smartly
dressed in black dress pants and a crisp white shirt.  His red tie was
loosened at his neck and through the fine cotton of his shirt a white tank
undershirt was clearly visible over the slabs of his chest.

Hassan had always been turned on by this look when Bob came home from work,
and several times, when his boy Eddie was sucking his cock, he had closed
his eyes and imagined just this picture as he came in the boy's mouth.  And
now here it was, the living man, bound and gagged and looking "fucking
spectacular" as Hassan mouthed silently to himself.

The men stared at each other in awe from opposite sides of the clearing as
Hassan pounded his cock harder in his fist.  He wasn't about to let this
glorious image got to waste and he closed his other hand round his cock in
a two-fisted jack-off.  Bob watched in disbelief as the soldier's torso
flexed, muscles bulged, his ragged breathing became gasps and then
... "Aaagh!"

A huge plume of jizz blasted across the clearing, followed by what seemed
like an endless stream.  Bob was desperate to touch his own cock ... but he
didn't have to.  The sight of the rugged Marine pumping his sperm was so
intense that Bob shuddered and screamed into his gag as his cock exploded
and poured semen down his leg inside his pants.

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

The fantasy didn't end there, far from it.  Neither of them wanted it to.

Hassan put his dick back inside his pants and zipped up.  He pulled off his
tank and Bob gasped seeing him shirtless, dappled sunlight playing across
his muscular torso.  He swaggered across the clearing, pulled the gag from
Bob's mouth and took off his mirror glasses.  He pressed their lips
together in a churning kiss, then pulled back and spoke his first words in
his deep, accented voice.

"I was going to leave you here but as I drove away I could not shake the
image of the handsome businessman tied to a tree.  So I came back.  I
wanted more."  He looked down at the growing stain in Bob's pants.  "And I
see you did, too."

Bob blushed but could find no words to respond.  Hassan pulled Bob's tie
loose and let it hang round his neck.  Then he slowly unbuttoned his shirt
to reveal the tight white tank underneath.  "Magnificent," he breathed,
running his hands over the slabs of Bob's pecs through the thin cotton.  He
twisted his nipples and Bob gasped, "Yeah."

Hassan pushed Bob's shirt back off his shoulders and let it and the tie
hang behind him on his bound arms.  The soldier's hands roamed over Bob's
shoulders and arms as he watched his muscles ripple under the white tank.
Then he again unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, almost hard again
so soon after his orgasm.  "You see what you do to me, man?  I have not
finished with you yet.  I have you bound, at my mercy."

Bob flashed on the often-told tale of the time in the Arabian Desert when
Hassan, as an enemy interrogator, had chained Mark, then a young army
corporal, and tortured him and fucked him, trying to make him confess.  But
the image quickly disappeared.  Hassan had changed since then ... hadn't
he?  Hadn't he?

As if in answer to Bob's thoughts the Marine said, "You see, I have desire
inside me so strong that I must have you.  I will fuck you in the ass.  But
you have to make me hard first.  On your knees, Superman."

Hypnotized by Hassan's deep, melodious voice Bob obeyed, sinking to his
knees, his bound hands sliding down the tree behind him.  He got only a
quick glance of the massive cock before it pushed slowly into his mouth and
came to rest down his throat, making him gag momentarily until he breathed
steadily through his nose.

Hassan pushed Bob's head against the tree so there was no escape as he
fucked his mouth.  His cock was insistent but not brutal driving into Bob's
mouth, making tears spring to his eyes.  Bob felt no pain as he inhaled the
taste and smell of the Marine's pungent shaft, loving the feel of his
sweaty black pubic hair pressing against his face.

Feeling pre-cum oozing from his cock Hassan pulled out and looked down at
the young executive's handsome face, tears running down his cheeks, mouth
sagging open with spit dripping down his stubbled jaw.  "Perfect," Hassan
said, "just how I like a man, especially a hot alpha stud like you.  I
shall enjoy ploughing the ass of the proud young executive.

Quickly Hassan untied Bob's wrists from behind him and retied them in front
of him, letting his shirt and tie fall to the ground.  He pulled him to his
feet, raised his arm and looped his bound wrists over the stub of a branch
above his head.  A steely look flashed in his eyes and he yanked at Bob's
tank and ripped it clear off.  "That's how you should always be, man.
Stripped to the waist you look magnificent."

Hassan kissed him fiercely on the lips.  "You belong to a Marine Captain
now, stud, is that clear?"

"Yes, sir," the young businessman said, staring into Hassan's dark eyes and
falling under his spell.

"And I'm gonna fuck you in the ass.  You want it, man, don't you?  Tell
me."

"I want your cock in my ass, sir."

Hassan turned him around to face the tree, the rope twisting above his
head.  He reached round, unbuckled his pants and pulled them down over his
ass.  "Holy shit, that ass is epic, man," Hassan said, gazing at the
perfect round globes.  "Get ready for a hunk of Marine prime beef."  Hassan
pushed him against the tree, clamped his hands tight on his hips ... and
drove his long pole deep into his captive's ass.

Bob's scream bounced off the trees, but it was a scream of ecstasy more
than pain.  He himself had lubed the cock when he took it down his throat.
He looked over his shoulder and saw the fierce intensity on the soldier's
exotic face, his clenched jaw, a gleam in his slanted eyes.  Bob knew now
how Mark had fallen in love with the Arab soldier even as he had been
tortured in chains.

Hassan gasped, "Shit that feels incredible, man ... your ass is as hot as a
furnace."  In seconds he was pile-driving Bob's ass while Bob pushed back
to take in the whole length.  Hassan didn't hold back, his old instincts as
an army interrogator rising from deep inside him like he was back in the
desert cell as he had been with Mark all those years ago. But unlike then,
this time he never forgot that this was Bob – good, gentle Bob who he
mustn't hurt.

He was as skilled as Randy at pushing a man to the limits of pain, and he
took his cue from Bob's euphoric moans ... "Yeah, fuck me, sir, shove that
rod up my ass.  Shit that feels good."  Hassan bent his head forward and
licked the back of Bob's neck, nuzzling the bushy dark hair that curled
over the nape.  Impaled on the soldier's huge pole, Bob turned round again
and their lips met, grinding together as the piston kept driving in his
ass.

"You're fucking spectacular, man," Hassan whispered in his ear.  "I've
wanted to do this for so long.  Hell, I'm fucking Superman!"

It was a perfect fuck from an expert, ferocious one minute, then slowing
down to a gentle massage.  Still into the fantasy of the executive getting
butt-fucked by the muscular Marine, Bob was driven wild, but he refrained
from shooting his load ... he was saving it up.

Instead he wanted to feel Hassan's juice in his ass and concentrated on
making that happen.  He clenched his ass muscles tight round the big dick
just as Hassan was pulling back, almost sucking the jizz out of him and
making Hassan howl.  After getting fucked so many times by Randy, Bob was a
master at pleasuring his man and making even the most dominant fuck-stud
surrender by busting his load.

"Shit, man," Hassan yelled, "that feels ... feels like you're fucking my
cock.  Stop it, man, I'm gonna lose it ... lose my load.  Aaah ... fuck
... fuck ... fuuuck!"  His massive body slammed one last time against Bob
and his cock erupted, pouring hot jizz deep inside his shuddering ass.

He slumped against Bob's back and kissed his neck, biting it gently, the
tough, rugged Marine worshipping the man he had captured and bound.  He had
taken him into a graphic fantasy that ended, as they both knew it would,
with the soldier fucking the young executive in the ass.

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

Well, not quite ended.  Hassan pulled his long dick out slowly and paced
around the clearing in a jubilant euphoria, still stroking his cock to
squeeze out the last drops of cum.

Watching him Bob was seized with a wild desire.  He looked up at his bound
wrists and tugged on them, desperate to get free. Then he spotted the
telltale sign of a short length of rope hanging free and realized that
Hassan had used the escape knot that Randy insisted everyone use in bondage
scenes.  Bob pulled it and the ropes fell away like magic, but he continued
to grip the branch above him with both hands.

Hassan had his back to Bob at that moment and, when he turned round to face
him, Bob gripped the branch tight, raised his knees, pressed his feet
against Hassan's chest and shoved hard.  Taken totally by surprise the
shirtless Marine staggered backward and crashed to the ground on his back,
momentarily stunned.

Bob was on him in a minute, pulling his fatigue pants down over his ass and
forcing his legs back, boots high in the air.  Bob grinned into his dazed
eyes.  "So, a Marine always gets his man.  Well that can work both ways,
soldier.  I may be a white-collar businessman but I can get my hands dirty
too.  You didn't think I'd let a Marine Captain fuck my ass without
fighting back did you?"

Bob's pants were still round his knees so he reached behind him and scooped
up the semen that still flowed out of his own ass.  He used it to lube up
his own cock, then pushed his wet fingers into the soldier's ass.  "No,
man," Hassan groaned, "this is not how it was meant to be."

"Not part of your fantasy, eh captain?  Well it sure is part of mine –
something I've dreamed of doing for a long time."  He fell forward, pinned
Hassan's wrists to the ground and smiled down at him.  "Now tell me you
don't want it, big guy.  Look at me – my face, my body – and tell me
you don't want to feel my dick in your ass.  If you say it I'll let you
go."

"Bastard," Hassan growled but with a gleam in his eye.  "Fuck you, man, you
know as well as I do I want it ... like crazy.  OK, I made you beg for it
so ... I want your cock in my ass, sir.  Please fuck me."

The sight of the captain's chiseled Arab/Asian face with its black
camouflage stripes, begging to get fucked, was so erotic that Bob plunged
his dick in the soldier's ass and drove it all the way to the back and over
the inner sphincter.  "Aaagh!" Hassan howled, panting hard.  "Shit damn
...your cock feels so fucking good in my ass.  Take it, man ... it's
yours."

Only the birds in the trees were witness to the extraordinary sight of two
muscle-gods in the clearing – the Marine Captain on his back, legs
raised, submitting to the young executive with the Superman face and body
rising and falling over him, his stiff cock easing in and out of his ass.
Bob shifted his hands and pressed them on Hassan's flexed pecs, and Hassan
reciprocated by running his hands over the rippling chest muscles he had
admired so often.

But this was not the fierce fuck Hassan had given him – that was not
Bob's style.  Bob could fuck a man gently and make him fall in love with
him.

"I can make you cum again, soldier," he said gently.

"No way, man.  Not after that massive load I shot inside you.  No way."

Bob smiled and said, "You wanna feel my juice inside you, don't you?  So
look into my eyes ... look inside my eyes.  Hassan stared up at the smiling
deep brown eyes set in the square-cut face, aware that it was this
stunningly gorgeous man whose cock was filling his ass.  Those eyes became
the center of his world, they were all he could see – including his own
image reflected in them.

Hassan felt closer to Bob than ever before, united as one man, body and
soul.  "I love you, man," he breathed ... "make me cum for you."  Bob
pulled his cock all the way back, paused ... and then gently pushed all the
way back in, deeper and deeper and over the inner sphincter, coming to rest
in the furnace deep inside.  Hassan shuddered, tears came to his eyes and
he said again, "I love you, man.  Aaah ... aaah..."  and his cock spilled
semen all over his magnificent body as he felt Bob's hot juice gushing
inside him.

As their cocks drained they still stared into each other's eyes, reluctant
to leave that enchanted world, but Bob at last fell on top of Hassan and
kissed him softly.  The fantasy of the soldier and the businessman in the
woods was over.

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

Nothing more was said of the encounter, no praise, no superlatives.  The
fantasy itself was its own superlative.  But at last Bob broke the silence.
"So tell me, buddy – this house you kept talking about, the house on the
cliffs.  Was that a fantasy too?"

Hassan laughed his deep laugh.  "Hell no, it's real enough alright, fully
equipped, and I'm gonna take you there.  We'll cook dinner, relax, talk,
watch the moonlight on the waves and then go to bed and make love.  And who
knows, maybe tomorrow we'll have visitors.  Stranger things have happened.

As a matter of fact, at that very moment Randy and Mark were plotting.
They had everything figured out – except the final detail of whose truck
they would drive up the coast.

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 281


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