Date: Thu, 23 Jun 2011 21:36:38 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: A Trial Of Strength - Part 29

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH -- PART 29
By Rob Williams


In this chapter Bob and Randy get "reacquainted" as Randy calls it -- in
the scruffy motel room where it all started.  What begins as a punishment
session quickly evolves into something far deeper, more passionate.  It
calls into question the roles of master and slave.  When it comes right
down to it, who is the master and who is the slave?

Back at the house, the boys Darius and Pablo are taking care of the
spectacular cop, Mark -- in their own special way.

I hope you enjoy this chapter.  Let me know.  Please send feedback and
suggestions to me at rw6789@aol.com.  It's always helpful to know what
readers are thinking.


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A Trial Of Strength -- Chapter 29


Randy's lover Bob has been willingly fucked by the beautiful cop Mark and
has called him 'master.'  In retaliation Randy had subjected the cop to a
grueling, degrading humiliation, despite his huge admiration for the
stunning Greek god.  Now it's Bob's turn to feel Randy's anger.

The four men gazed in awe as Randy came into the garden dressed in full
leather ... tight leather pants and boots, a studded harness crossing his
massive chest, and a black leather vest over that.  He was carrying a
bulging kit bag ... and a long whip with leather braids.

"Here's what's gonna happen," he said.  "You two," looking at Darius and
Pablo, "are gonna take care of the police officer here.  You will tend him,
clean him, help him in whatever way he wants.  Tonight you are his body
slaves.  You will do everything he orders you to ... everything.  Is that
clear?"

"Yes, sir!" the two young men said in unison.

Randy turned to Bob, standing naked before him, wearing just his boots. "As
for you, man.  It's time for us to get reacquainted.  You got way out of
line and we have to deal with that.  We've a long night ahead of us, one
you won't forget."

He came behind him and tied his wrists with a length of cord.  Then he held
up the whip, looped it around his slave's neck and pulled him away.  Bob
stumbled after him, naked, fearful, and the gate closed behind them.  The
truck roared into life and sped away.

On the road nothing was said for a while.  The construction worker looked
over at the naked muscle stud beside him, his hands tied behind him, whip
looped round his neck.  A slight smile crossed Randy's face.  "We're going
back to where it all began, man.  You remember that night?"

"Yes, sir," Bob replied.  His mind flew back to those extraordinary events
when Randy had first broken his body and spirit.  Seemed like a long time
ago.  He took a deep breath as the truck pulled into the shabby motel
parking lot.

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

Back at the house Mark smiled at the two expectant young men.  "Well, I
guess you have your orders.  You OK with that?"

Darius said, "It will be an honor, sir."

"Good.  First, my body has taken quite a beating so you'll bathe it, soothe
and massage it.  After that you can make me dinner.  I'm starved, so I want
the best meal you've ever cooked.  Think you can handle that?"

"Certainly, sir."  The two young men grinned and their cocks stirred in
anticipation of their evening as servants to this glorious man.  So it
wasn't long before Mark's battered and bruised body was luxuriating in a
hot, soothing bath.  He looked up at the two young men standing in
attendance.

"I want you stripped to your shorts."  Darius and Pablo obeyed instantly
and were naked except for white boxers.  Mark gazed in admiration at the
two young bodies, Darius's black muscles gym-honed to perfection, Pablo's
brown body perfectly sculpted by nature.

"OK.  Make me feel good."

They knelt by the bath.  Darius took a soapy sponge and gently washed the
hard round pecs bulging up above the surface of the water. Pablo worked on
the big, sinewy thighs, rubbing them, massaging them, running his hands all
the way up to the cop's groin.  Mark closed his eyes.  He thought back at
the punishment Randy had inflicted on him, and then gave himself up to the
tender care of the young men, who both had rigid erections as they worked.

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

Meanwhile, the scene in the motel room was far from peaceful.  The demon
leather stud looked down at his victim.  The bed was in the middle of the
room.  Right now it looked like a medieval torture rack.  Stretched on it
was the gleaming bodybuilder, his gorgeous naked muscles straining in
bondage.  His arms were being pulled straight back past his head, wrists
tied by a single rope to a hook on the far wall.  His legs too were
stretched straight down, ankles secured by a rope to a hook in the opposite
wall.

The body builder with the face and physique of Superman was being stretched
on the rack.  He looked up at his massive torturer, his arms folded over
the leather harness stretched over his pecs.  But Bob's look was not one of
submission.  It was defiance.  He knew he had done nothing wrong.  Randy
had offered his ass to Mark, had allowed him to fuck it, and Bob had loved
it.  Now he resented his punishment.

Randy stood at the foot of the bed and looked down at his bound prisoner.

"First, I will tell you why you're here.  Or rather, you will tell me.  Who
did your ass belong to?"

"You."

"And who was the last person to fuck it?"

"Mark."

"And what did you say to him."

"I told him it felt wonderful.  I told him he owned my ass.  I called him
master.  I said he could fuck me for ever."

"But you didn't mean that, did you?  Now you regret it and you want my
forgiveness."

Bob gave Randy a penetrating, defiant look.  "That's not true.  I did mean
it.  You gave my ass to Mark, and he fucked it.  He was so beautiful, a
Greek god, that I looked on him as my master.  I still want him to fuck me.
I regret nothing.  "

"You are defying me."

"I am."

I see you no longer address me as 'sir'."

"I do not.  You gave Mark permission to fuck me.  You had no right
punishing him, and no right to punish me."

Randy's face twisted in anger.  "No right?!  You're telling me my rights?
I own you, you piece of shit.  I can do whatever I want.  I made that clear
the night we first met.  Guess you need a reminder."

He picked up the braided whip and brought it crashing down across Bob's
massive chest, causing him to howl with pain.  He lashed him several times
and then stopped.

"Now you will address me as sir and beg my forgiveness."

Through rasping breaths Bob groaned, "I will not."  His stretched muscles
strained and flexed in his painful bondage, but he was determined to
resist.

"We'll see about that," Randy growled.  He leaned forward and inserted the
whip handle in the ropes stretching from Bob's wrists to the wall.  He
turned the handle like a tourniquet, slowly making the ropes shorter and
increasing the pressure on the tortured man.  Bob grimaced as he felt his
muscles being stretched tighter.  The pain in his shoulder and arm muscles
became more intense as he felt his whole, naked body being stretched to its
limit.  His breathing became ragged, his body streamed with sweat and the
pain reached a crescendo until he mercifully lost consciousness.

Randy looked down at the beautiful man.  It was as if Superman, in full
flight, had been flipped on his back, stripped naked and lashed to the
rack.  The muscles bulged on the agonized body, the veins knotted under the
skin.  As an act of mercy Randy relieved the pressure slightly and Bob came
to.  He looked up defiantly at his tormentor and held his eyes with a
scornful gaze.

"That will never make me submit," he groaned.

"Then try this.  You're gonna beg to call me sir before I've finished with
you."

Randy pulled from his pocket a set of tit clamps, heavy, serrated, linked
by a chain.  "Asshole," he said.  "You won't survive this."  And he quickly
clamped the vicious teeth onto Bob's swollen nipples, causing a sharp
intake of breath.  Bob's head jerked backward in a spasm of pain, but he
stifled his scream.  He was not going to give Randy the satisfaction of
hearing him scream again.

Randy took hold of the chain and jerked it upward, sending jolts of searing
pain into Bob's nipples that radiated through his massive chest.  His
chiseled muscular frame spasmed and twisted in its bondage, stretched to
its limit, with pain surging through it from his nipples.  He was in agony,
but he looked steadily at Randy, his eyes defying him to do his worst.
Tears sprang to his eyes, partly from the pain, partly from sadness that
his lover was hurting him so badly.

Randy looked down into those brown eyes, the eyes that he had loved more
than he had loved anything.  Behind the intense pain he glimpsed the
tenderness that Bob brought to him, the gentleness that was the essence of
this beautiful man.  And he, Randy, was torturing him.  "What the hell am I
doing?" he thought.  With a muffled sob, he unclipped the clamps, causing a
final sharp surge of pain.

"Jesus, man.  What does it take to make you submit?"

Bob gazed up at him with a look of infinite tenderness.  "I need to know
you still love me, man."

For a second Randy stopped breathing.  'Still loved him?'  Still loved
him!?  This man he had given his soul to, would give his life for?  He
looked into the eyes of this muscle god, stretched on the rack, and
suddenly felt lost.  Randy felt unworthy of him.  He had crudely used his
strength to force Bob to submit, while all the time the beautiful, gentle
man just wanted to be his lover.  Suddenly the truth crashed in on Randy.
It was he, Randy, who was the slave.  He would always be the slave of this
incredible man.

He had to show him, prove to him.  He loosened the rope a little and knelt
over his captive.  He put his hands on the bed so his face was a few feet
from Bob's and fixed his eyes with a penetrating gaze.  That was always how
they merged together, became one being.

Bob looked up at the pale blue eyes and it was as if they were piercing his
soul.  He saw their whole world in those eyes.  He was transported back to
the first days in this same motel room where he had given himself to a man
for the first time, had accepted Randy as his master.  He saw the same eyes
that had slowly melted from anger to love.

He saw the man he had wrestled in the mud and rain in the forest and
surrendered his ass to.  He saw the man who had deserted him in anger and
then been drawn back by the spell of their intense love.  This was the man
who had once bound and savagely punished him, and had then made tender love
to him.  Randy was everything to him, and he knew beyond a shadow of doubt
that he could not live without him.

Just as Randy's image was reflected in Bob's eyes, so Bob's thoughts were
reflected in Randy's mind.  They saw the same images from their past,
matched as always in thought, feelings, body and soul.  Randy pulled back
up onto his knees without breaking his intense gaze.  He looked down at the
magnificent body, stretched and gleaming on the rack, and the sculpted
features of the face gazing up at him.  He had never seen anything more
beautiful.

The pain in Bob's body slowly dissolved as he was hypnotized by the sinewy,
macho leather man towering over him.  The leather harness stretched tight
over his bulging pecs, the leather pants against Bob's thighs, and above
all the handsome, stubbled, sculpted demon face.  Bob was all sensation
now, no thought, as he watched Randy reach down to unzip his pants, pull
out his huge, rigid cock and begin to stroke it slowly.

The penetrating look that passed between them needed no words or gestures.
A slight smile spread over Randy's face as he looked down at the glorious
muscle man bound on the rack.  He knew what would come next.  He watched as
the body tensed, started to shudder, then strained and flexed against its
bondage.  The eyes opened in a wide frenzy.

His master's gaze was too much for Bob. He knew now beyond any doubt that
Randy loved him.  It was the eyes, not the pain, that made him feel the
heat rising through his body.  All images of the past were finally
culminating in the crescendo of this moment.  Now, at last, he had to give
in.  He screamed,

"I submit, sir.  I love you sir.  I submit ...

And his cock erupted in a huge fountain of sperm that shot high in the air
and splashed back onto his heaving body.

Randy was beyond thought.  He was drowning in the glorious image of the man
he worshipped, writhing in spontaneous orgasm.  He looked down and saw, as
if it belonged to someone else, his own cock streaming with cum over the
body of the bound man that he loved.  The image of Superman, the gleaming
muscles still stretched on the rack, was now splashed with pools of creamy
white liquid, the body was shuddering and the man was weeping.

Randy fell forward and put his arms around his lover.  He squeezed him in a
bear hug, not daring to let go, and whispered in Bob's ear.  "I love you
man.  Never, ever believe otherwise.  You don't have to submit.  It's I who
submit.  I'm the slave.  You're my master and always will be."

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

It was a long time before the bodies separated.  Nothing more had to be
said.  They sat together in silence, shyly, almost embarrassed at the
memory of what they had done together.  Bob's gaze travelled over the floor
and settled on the bulging kit bag that Randy had brought.  Randy followed
his gaze and smiled.

"I brought it for you. Go take a look."

Bob stood up, picked up the bag and emptied it onto the floor.  It was
clothes.

"Randy lay back on the bed, hands behind his head.  "You know," he smiled.
"Many's the time I've got a hard-on watching you strip.  This time I'm
going to watch you get dressed.  Could be an even bigger turn on.  Come on
... make my dick hard"

Bob picked up the clothes and started to dress.

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

"Jesus Christ, you are too fucking much.  Look at you.  Look at yourself in
the mirror."

Fully clothed Bob turned to the mirror.  His cock instantly stiffened in
his pants.  He was in full leather ... black leather chaps over his jeans
and heavy black boots.  Stretched tightly over his torso was a black
leather shirt, buttoned almost to the top, short sleeves staining over his
bulging biceps.  His sculpted chest was clearly outlined under the thin
leather of the shirt.

He smiled as the leather-man image in the mirror was joined by another
leather stud.  Randy stood beside him, threw his arm over his shoulder, and
looked into the mirror.  "They belong together, don't you think?"

"They look incredible," Bob breathed.  "Look at those leather studs, man.
They make my dick hard."

"Me too."  Randy squeezed his arm round Bob's neck until he was in a
playful head lock.  He rubbed Bob's head with his knuckles.

Bob grinned.  "Hey, motherfucker.  That hurts.  Think you're hot stuff
don't you?"

Bob put his arms round Randy's waist, lifted him up, then slammed his butt
down on his knee in an atomic drop move.  Randy howled and crumpled to the
floor.  He looked up and grinned at Bob.  "Not bad, asshole."

"That'll teach you to play rough," said Bob and he was on top of him in an
instant.  The two muscular leather men rolled around on the floor, arms
flexed around each other struggling to get the upper hand.  Randy managed
to twist his legs up and clamp them round Bob's neck in a tight head
scissors.  Bob's biceps bulged as he strained at the legs to release him.
He felt and smelled the leather that was gripping his neck as he pushed
frantically.

Randy laughed.  "You never learn do you, asshole.  You never beat me."

"Oh no?"  Bob brought his elbow smashing down on Randy's abs.  He howled in
pain and released his legs from Bob's neck.  In an instant Bob had twisted
round and clamped Randy's waist and locked his feet in a vicious body
scissors.  "Now who's on top, shitface?  Try getting out of that.  What was
it you said about me being master?"

Randy's whole body strained and his muscles bulged under his harness as he
pushed down on the leather chaps covering Bob's legs.  He twisted his body
furiously from side to side and finally released himself.  The two leather
men were on their knees facing each other.  Their hands clamped round the
other's neck in a wrestler's hold and they were soon rolling on the floor
again.

The sight was incredible, two bodybuilders in full leather grinding their
bodies together.  They heard the creaking sound as leather rubbed against
leather.  They smelled the distinctive leather smell as shirt, harness,
chaps were in turn pressed into their face.  The muscles flexed and
strained as the tense, leather-clad bodies churned over the floor.

They were panting and yelling until their shouts finally turned to
laughter.  They pulled apart and lay back on the floor, bodies heaving in
uncontrollable laughter.  Finally, exhausted, they turned to face each
other.  Randy smiled.

"God I love you, man.  I've been such a damn fool.  Forgive me."

"Only if you promise me this," Bob said.  "No matter what we do or say, and
no matter who we do it with, we will always, forever love each other.  I
couldn't live without you, man."

"It's a deal."

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

They lay still for a while, and then Randy felt something under his hand on
the floor.

"Well, will you look at this?  When Mark came here to find me he stripped
off his shirt, and he left here shirtless.  What d'ya know?  Here it is,"
and he held up the uniform shirt.  "Stand up."

He made Bob take off his leather shirt and put on Mark's.  They both turned
to stare in the mirror.

"Jesus," Randy said.  "Looks even better on you than it does on Mark, if
that's possible."  Randy was standing just behind Bob and he put his arms
around him and stroked the shirt, feeling underneath the shape of the hard,
rounded pecs, wide lats and sinewy biceps.  "God, you're incredible.  I
have another roaring hard-on."

"Me too," breathed Bob.  He touched the nameplate clipped to the shirt.
"M. Matsen.  Hmm ... Looks stunning doesn't he?"

Randy instantly tuned in to his train of thought.  "He's a beautiful man
... Mark Matsen, police officer.  And the two big leather studs are getting
off looking at him."

The leathermen were no longer looking at their own stunning images in the
mirror.  They were seeing the beautiful cop who had become part of their
lives.  They were mesmerized as the beautiful dark-haired Superman morphed
into the gorgeous blond cop.

Randy breathed, "What do you see, buddy?"

Bob sighed.  "He is so fucking gorgeous.  Look at that body straining under
the shirt.  And that face ... the cheek bones, the square jaw, the gray
eyes, and the tousled blond hair.  He's a fucking knockout.  No wonder we
both love him."

"Think he can make us cum?" Randy asked.

"Mark can do anything."

Still reaching round Bob's chest Randy undid three buttons of the shirt and
pulled it open, exposing the bulging pecs.  He ran the back of his hands
over the swelling nipples, making Bob groan in ecstasy.  Randy came and
stood next to the man in the cop shirt.  He looked again at the shiny metal
badge.

"M. Matsen.  Make me cum, man.  Let me look at you and shoot my load."

"Make us both cum, officer.  Like you did in the park when I first met
you."

Simultaneously the men reached down and across, undoing the other man's fly
and pulling out the stiff cock.  The curled their hand around the other's
cock and began to stroke.  Bob said, "Talk to him, man."

In a kind of trance now Randy spoke to Mark through Bob's image.  "You are
such a fucking stud.  In that uniform you always give me an instant
erection.  I loved thrashing you, fucking you.  I want to look at you, hear
you, feel you, fuck you.  Man, the three of us are gonna be great together.
What d'ya think, Mark?  You ready to cum?"

"Looking at you, of course I am.  Come on buddy.  Let's do it for Mark.
Make us cum, officer."

And they did.  They stroked each other until each rigid shaft shot a hot
stream of semen straight at their image of Mark in the mirror.  It hit hard
and streamed down the reflection of the man in the cop shirt.  Their eyes
stayed riveted on the sight.  They almost hallucinated as they saw two
muscular leather studs and the fantasy image of the bodybuilder cop.  The
three of them were united.  They would be always.

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

Later they were lying together on the bed.  Bob had changed shirts and was
again wearing the tight leather shirt, tucked into his chaps.  They were
both in full leather, boots and all.

Randy sighed.  "That fantasy was incredible.  Nobody could do it like you,
buddy.  And when we get back home in the morning I have plans to make it
real."

Bob smiled.  "I'm counting on it ... sir."

They were so exhausted they didn't undress.  Still in full leather they
fell asleep in each other's arms, two beautiful bodybuilders in a
passionate, tight embrace, the feel and smell of leather filling their
dreams.

Just as they were drifting into sleep Bob murmured to Randy, "I wonder how
Mark's doing at the house?  Hope Darius and Pablo are taking care of
him..."

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

They were indeed, thrilled to be playing the role of body slaves to the
beautiful cop.  They had soothed and massaged his bruised muscles in the
bath and then knelt at his feet in the shower, soaping and caressing him as
hot water streamed over the magnificent body. Pablo's fingers lightly
caressed the ravaged ass.  When he stepped out of the shower the eager
young hands wrapped him in big towels until he stood in the bedroom dry
... and naked.

"In the top drawer," Mark said.  "Hand me shorts and a T-shirt."  They
obeyed, then watched in silent admiration as the big cop pulled on white
boxers and a white V-neck T-shirt that clung to the etched muscles of his
torso.  He looked, as always, stunningly handsome.

"Now, I'm gonna relax here for a bit while you cook dinner."  He smiled.
"Dinner for three ... and make it a good one.  You can cook, I hope."

"Yes sir," Darius said.  "I'm the chef, and I'm teaching Pablo."  They ran
upstairs to the kitchen and Mark smiled to himself, moved by their youthful
enthusiasm.

He lay on his back, hands behind his head and his mind began to wander over
the extraordinary events of the day, a day when he had given himself
totally to another man, groveled at the feet of his master in abject, naked
submission.  His thoughts drifted to the motel where he knew that Randy and
Bob were becoming reunited.  He found himself longing for their return.  He
closed his eyes.  In the twilight between sleep and waking he heard voices
drifting from the kitchen upstairs.

"Well of course you chop it, asshole," Darius was saying.  "You think you
just throw it in the pot whole?"

"Like this?"

"No, finer than that.  Jeez you have a lot to learn.  You shouldn't
actually taste it, just get the flavor of it.  We gotta make this good.
It's for the officer.  It's gotta be perfect."

Mark smiled as he imagined the scene upstairs, the beautiful black man
shoulder to shoulder with the exotic younger guy, taking charge, teaching
him.  There was silence for a while, then Pablo came down the stairs.  He
was wearing blue surfer shorts and a tan T-shirt that perfectly set off his
smooth, coffee colored skin.  Mark was again taken aback by his beauty.
Pablo stood at attention by the bed, a napkin folded over his arm.

"Would you care for a drink before dinner, sir?" he asked rather formally.

"Wow, this restaurant gives great service.  The waiters are cute, too.
Yeah, bring me a beer."

And so the evening progressed.  The meal was terrific and, as they ate, the
young guys listened wide eyed as Mark told them stories of his life as a
cop.  They were thrilled to be with this gorgeous man smiling at them as he
chatted.  The two young men were dressed in identical surfer shorts and
T-shirts and when dinner was over Mark sat back and looked them over.

"You two even dress alike.  You look like a team."

"We like to think so, sir," said Darius.

"You're always together?"

"Most of the time, sir."

Mark hesitated, then gave Pablo a quizzical look.  "I wasn't gonna bring it
up but ... what Randy made you do to me earlier ... Is that really the
first time you ever ... fucked a guy's ass?"

"Yes, sir," Pablo said.

"You mean, you and Darius ... ?

"He always fucks me, sir."

"You never wanted to ..."

"I do now sir, but ..."

"And you, Darius.  Do you want it?"

"Of course I do, but ..."

"That's a lot of 'buts' in there.  My guess is you're nervous, it being the
first time and all.  What if somebody ordered you to do it?"

Darius's eyes shone.  "You mean you, sir?"

Mark grinned at them.  "Well, Randy did say you were to do whatever I told
you to."

"Yes, sir," they said together eagerly.

"Get downstairs to the bedroom."

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

In the mirrored basement bedroom Mark sat back in the big armchair, his
hand resting lightly on his boxers.  The two young men stood at attention
before him, identical in their shorts and T-shirts.  Mark smiled.

"Did Bob ever tell you what I made him do when I first met him, when I
pulled him over for doing an illegal U-turn?"

"No sir."

"I made him strip.  He looked so fucking gorgeous I came in my shorts.  I
really get off looking at beautiful men, and you two are a big turn-on.
You ready?"

"Anything you say sir," said Pablo.

"I want it slow, and I want you to get naked."

The two young men felt their cock jump in the shorts at the thought of
taking their clothes off for the beautiful cop.  They kicked off their
sneakers and slowly, in unison, pulled their T-shirts up and over their
heads, throwing them to the floor.

"Stop right there," Mark said, gazing at the two shirtless young men, one
body sculpted by hours at the gym, the other naturally built, no body fat,
perfectly proportioned.  The cop's hand moved slowly and he grabbed the
bulge in his shorts.  He rubbed his palm against the smooth cotton fabric
and moaned as he looked at the beautiful bodies before him."

"Now the shorts," he said softly.

Slowly, Darius and Pablo began to unlace the cord on the fly of their
surfer pants, pulling the string out bit by bit until the waist was loose
and the shorts dropped to the floor.  They were naked underneath and their
cocks shot out stiff as rods before them.

Mark stroked harder at the bulge under his shorts as he gazed in wonder at
the naked young men awaiting his orders.  "Darius.  On your back on the
bed."  Darius obeyed.

"Pablo, on your knees between his legs."

"Yes, sir," Pablo said, his whole body quivering with excitement and
expectation.

Mark got up and stood at the head of the bed behind Darius.  He reached
forward, grabbed the black man's ankles and pulled the legs back, up high.
He looked at Pablo.

"You see that ass, Pablo?"

Pablo's throat was dry and he swallowed hard."

"Yes, sir," he croaked.

"It's all yours, kid.  Don't look at me.  Look at your buddy's face.  And
fuck his ass."

Pablo took a deep breath and dropped his eyes from Mark's face to Darius's.
The green eyes that stared back at him with a slight smile pleaded with him
to enter his ass.  Trembling, Pablo brought his stiff dick against Darius's
ass and he instantly felt a tingling in his cock's head as it rested
against the hole.

Very gently he pushed against the moist hole and was surprised at how
easily it moved forward and into the warm velvet lining of the ass.  His
cock shuddered and a brand new sensation shot through him, radiating from
his dick throughout his body.  He looked up in wide-eyed astonishment at
Mark.

"That's it, kiddo," Mark said softly.  "Now, make love to him."

Pablo looked back at Darius and saw the ecstasy in his face.  Their eyes
locked.  Darius felt that he was being penetrated twice ... by the intense
eyes and the hot dick in his ass.  Pablo began to move his cock back and
forth, each stroke plunging deeper into the black man's gut.  Both men held
their breath, hypnotized by the pulsing rhythm uniting them.

"Fuck me, dude," Darius breathed.  "Yeah, fuck that black ass.  It's all
yours, man.  Push your cock deep inside me.  Jesus, that feels incredible."

"I love you, Darius," was all that Pablo could reply.  He was quivering
with the intense sensation that radiated from his cock.  His body spasms
became stronger as he pistoned in and out of his lover's ass.  He could not
hold back any more.

"I'm going to shoot, man.  I'm gonna cum in your ass."

His muscles tensed, he flexed his whole body as his rigid shaft began to
stream inside the warm, velvet hole.  Darius threw his head back and howled
as his own orgasm erupted.  His dick pointed straight up and shot a huge
spout of cum high in the air.  It flew back and splashed the T-shirt of the
cop standing behind him, riveted by the spectacle.

When the air finally became still all three men gazed in wonder at each
other.  Pablo had fucked his lover's ass for the first time while the cop
watched.  And it opened whole new vistas for the future.

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

"Now you've gotta take care of me," Mark said.  "On your knees."

The two young men knelt close together in front of him and Mark looked down
at their eager faces.

"Think you can make me cum.  Think you can handle my load?"

"Yes, sir," they almost shouted in unison.

They gasped as Mark pulled his cum-soaked T-shirt over his head and dropped
it to the floor.  They gazed up in awe at the incredible, sculpted, naked
torso.  They gasped again as he dropped his shorts and his rigid shaft
sprang free.

"You first," Mark said to Darius, who opened his mouth wide.  The huge dick
slid inside and nearly choked him as it filed his mouth and went halfway
down his throat.  He pounded his cock hard, making tears flow down Darius's
cheeks.

Mark saw Pablo's pleading gaze as the faces pressed together, cheek to
cheek.  The cop pulled his dick out and plunged it down the throat of the
younger man, who choked at first but then savored the musky taste of the
cop's penis as it pounded his throat.  Both men looked up at the muscular
cop as he tossed his head wildly in the elation of feeling his dick burning
in the young mouth.

Mark grabbed the back of each head, one in each hand as he alternated
fucking their faces, first one mouth, then the other.  The guys were greedy
for the stunning cop's hot dick and drooled as they waited their turn.

Finally Mark's chiseled torso shook as he felt his climax approach.  He
looked down at both the eager young faces, tears streaming down their
cheeks.  He was in Darius's mouth now and the heat was too much.  His hard
body flexed as his cock bulged and finally erupted in the mouth, shooting a
stream of hot semen deep into the black man's throat.

Quickly he pulled out, plunged his cock into Pablo's mouth, and shot
another torrent of cum into the eager mouth.  Both young men gulped hard,
frantically swallowing the semen of the gorgeous man they both worshipped.
When the gushing stopped and Mark pulled out, Darius and Pablo licked
hungrily at the cop's shaft as it dribbled the remains of his cum on their
faces.  He looked down and smiled at the frenzied faces sucking in the last
drops of the juice oozing from his body.

Their tongues went down further to lick fervently on his balls and then
they buried their faces in the blond tangle of his pubic hair, breathing in
the moist, musky smell of the most private part of this glorious man's
body.

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"OK, guys.  Thanks.  You can get up now."

They stood up and reluctantly picked up their clothes.  They started to
pull on their shorts as Mark watched.  He cleared his throat.

"Er ... I can understand you wanting to get back to your own room and be
together," Mark said.  "It's just that ..."

"Yes, sir?"  The men paused.

"...well, it's just that after everything that happened today I could sure
use some company tonight.  Don't really feel like sleeping alone."

Pablo's face broke into a huge grin.  "We were kind of hoping you'd say
that, sir."

Mark relaxed.  "Well, were already naked.  So let's just hit the sack."

He fell on the bed and the two guys joined him, one on each side.  They
were all exhausted and were soon drifting off to sleep.  Mark was dimly
aware that Darius and Pablo had each placed a hand on his chest.  He felt
their fingers entwine as he fell asleep.

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The voice boomed, "Anyone home?"

It was morning.  Darius and Pablo woke instantly, jumped out of bed and
pulled on their shorts.

"They're back!  Let's go see, "said Pablo.

"Breakfast for five I guess," said Darius, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

As they disappeared upstairs Mark too pulled on his shorts.  He had been
longing for the return of Randy and Bob, but now that the moment had come
he hesitated.  He was unsure what to expect from them ... what was in store
for him.  Slowly he climbed the stairs.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength ...  Part 30"