Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2011 21:34:04 -0500 (EST)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: A Trial Of Strength - Part 62  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 62
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER Randy and Bob finally invite the macho, straight Steve,
into their own intimate, sexual world.  Bob offers his body to the two
beautiful muscle gods, as alike as twins.  The sight in the mirror is
stunning. "I've never seen anything like that.  It's totally fucking
incredible!"  Later Steve finds himself alone with one of the boys and
can't resist using his ass.  But suddenly the boy's master shows up.

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A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - Part 62

He was known as `Steve the Stud' for his sexual prowess with women ... a
different girl in his bed every night.  The handsome, macho guy was the
mirror image of Randy, but the difference was that he had never, ever had
any physical feelings for a guy ... until Randy became one of his therapy
patients.  Now he was fighting a losing battle with himself to overcome his
mounting lust for the most stunning man he has ever met.

Soon after they met, Randy and Steve had become good buddies ... a guy
thing, two alpha males hanging out together, gym partners.  But now Steve's
secret sexual attraction had to be confronted, and Bob took the plunge when
all three were having dinner at the house.

"Look, Steve," he said.  "There's something we have to talk about, and we
all know it.  You've told me about your feelings for Randy, and even for
me, and we can't let it hang like a sword over our heads and screw up our
friendship.  Tell the truth, Steve.  We know you fantasized about each of
us.  But did you wonder what we were like together?  Did you wonder what we
did?  Did you wonder how we made love?"

Steve murmured, "You know I did."

"Good.  So we thought we should throw you in at the deep end of that murky
pool ... call it aversion therapy if you like.  But maybe if you were to
actually see a display of the things you've been thinking, if you saw what
Randy and I do together, it would turn you off so much you'd be over it,
cured."


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

So that's how Steve came to be sitting in the bedroom, nervously watching
the two men.  Several times he wanted to run out of the room, but he was
hypnotized by the sight before him.  He had never seen anything like it,
could never have imagined it.

Both men were shirtless and Bob was kneeling in front of the swarthy
construction worker facing his thick, rigid cock.  Steve gasped as he saw
the head of the cock slip between Bob's lips.  Slowly, slowly, the whole
monstrous shaft penetrated the mouth until the handsome face was buried in
Randy's dark black pubic hair.

Steve was entering a new world, a world he had never dreamed of.  He was
lost.  He gazed awestruck at Randy.  He was such a fucking ... man!  The
ultimate, dominant male, the dark, demonic King of the Gypsies was fucking
the square-jawed Superman face of the shirtless man kneeling before him.
It was the most thrilling sight Steve had ever seen.  He knew now, beyond
doubt, that he could not leave this room.  And his cock was hard as a rock.

As he moved his hips back and forward, Randy gazed intently into his
lover's eyes.  But then, just for an instant, he turned his head and shot a
quick, penetrating glance at Steve.  That fleeting look was all it took.
It was a challenge ... a command.  Steve rose slowly out of his chair.

Overwhelmed by the beauty of these two men, Steve was moving like a man
hypnotized.  His hand moved involuntarily down to his crotch and he stroked
the bulge in his pants.  Randy looked at him again and this time the gaze
was intense.  Steve saw his own reflection in the eyes of the man who could
have been his twin.  The steel blue eyes penetrated his and Steve sensed an
intimate, silent communication ... as if Randy was giving him wordless
instructions.

Steve knew what he had to do.  He reached behind his neck and slowly pulled
up his T-shirt until it came clear off and his whole muscular torso was
exposed.

"Perfect," Randy smiled.  "You're beautiful, man.  And now I'm gonna give
you an experience you'll never forget.  This is my gift to you, Steve."

Gently he pulled the shirtless man beside him and Steve looked down at Bob,
his upturned mouth still wrapped around Randy's cock.  Then suddenly Randy
pulled his cock free.  He moved behind Bob and held his head rigid.  The
soft brown eyes looked up at Steve ... and Bob opened his mouth.

Steve could hear his own heart beating and his breathing became ragged.
Intuitively he knew that this was the moment his life would change forever.
In a trance he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his raging cock.  It was
not only hard as steel, it was pulsing.  He pushed the head slowly forward
until it touched the parted lips.  Steve looked up into Randy's eyes facing
him.

Randy spoke softly, seductively.  "That's it, man.  This is the moment.  I
knew you would come to this.  Do it for me.  Do it."

"Yes, sir," Steve breathed instinctively.

He looked down again at the handsome, upturned face.  He had to be sure.
"Do you want this, Bob?"

"I want it.  Please."

The beautiful, soft, pleading eyes are what did it.  Suddenly Steve lost
his inhibitions, became confident, sure.  He eased his hips forward and
gasped as he felt his rod sliding slowly into the velvet warmth of Bob's
mouth.  Steve's eyes opened wide, he held his breath.  The fire in his cock
shot through his whole body and he threw his head back as if he had been
struck.  His low guttural groan grew quickly into a shout as the head of
his cock touched the back of Bob's throat.  As Bob swallowed, Steve felt
the throat muscle relax, and his cock slid deeper still until he felt Bob's
face come to rest against his pubic hair.

Steve had never in his life felt anything like this.  His cock was
shuddering in the furnace of this glorious man's mouth.  Steve's scream
died in his throat and he looked straight into Randy's smiling blue eyes.
He reached forward and laid his palms flat on Randy's massive chest.  He
worshipped the perfect body, running his hands up over the rugged face,
around the neck, over the broad shoulders, down the V-shaped lats, around
the waist, then up over the ridges of the hard abs and back up to the slabs
of the chest.

In his delirium he whispered, "Man, I've never ... I've never felt anything
like this.  You're both so fucking beautiful.  I can't believe it ...my
cock's in his mouth, man.  You're body feels sensational."  He gazed deeper
into the blue eyes.  "I love you, Randy.  I love you both."

"I know," Randy smiled.  "I knew that when we first met.  So show me,
Steve.  Show me now."

Steve looked down at the square, sculpted features of the beautiful face
pressed against his groin.  He lowered his hands and placed them behind
Bob's head.  He pulled his cock back, out of the throat, and clear out of
the mouth.  As the head of his pulsing cock rested on the lips he paused.

"Are you ready, man?  You ready to drink my juice?"

"Yes, sir," Bob breathed.

A smile crossed Steve's face.  He paused.  Then in one concerted movement
he pushed his hips forward and pulled Bob's face toward him, impaling it on
his rigid shaft.  His cock shuddered as it plunged deep down into his
throat.  As Bob swallowed and clenched his throat muscles around the thick
shaft, he heard Steve's scream and felt a stream of hot liquid begin to
pour inside him.

Steve was in a lost world, where the only reality was the incredible
sensation in his cock.  As Bob swallowed the creamy cum, the throat muscles
contracted again and again, drawing more and more juice from the cock.
Steve went wild.  It was as if the throat was fucking his cock.  He
couldn't stop cumming, couldn't control the wildest orgasm of his life.  In
his ecstasy he became dimly aware of the dark demon face blazing at him.

"That's it, man.  Give it to him.  Pour it into him.  Fuck that gorgeous
face.  Now you know, man.  Now you know."

Finally the stream of cum began to slow down, the cock stopped pulsing, and
Steve started to breathe again.  His cock was still buried in Bob's throat
and his mind was spinning.  Oddly, he didn't know what to do next.  He was
disoriented, so he focused on the face before him.  The King of the
Gypsies, he thought, and knew at that moment that he was hopelessly in love
with the man.  He reached up, put his hand behind Randy's neck and fell
forward, sobbing, pressing his cheek against the dark, stubbled chin.

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

"Sit down, man," Randy grinned.  "For God's sake stop pacing.  You're
making me dizzy."

Randy and Bob were lying on the bed, looking up at Steve as he walked back
and forth in a frenzy of uncertainty, joy, excitement and the dazed
realization that he had just embarked on a new adventure.

"I dunno, man," he was muttering, mostly to himself.  "I don't know if I
can handle ... I don't know about this ... "

Bob interrupted his ramblings and grinned up at him.  "Why don't you tell
us how you really feel, Steve?  Or as you would say, `How did you feel
about that?'"

When they heard the time-honored phrase, the question they had joked that
all therapists use, there was a momentary pause, and then Randy and Bob
exploded with laughter.  Steve looked down at these two incredible men,
wrapped in their joy and their love for each other, and he couldn't resist.
He joined in their laughter.

It was not only the joke that made him laugh.  It was the jubilant release
of all the pent-up conflicting sensations still crowding his mind.  He
laughed joyfully as the clouds parted and certainty shone through.
Everything became clear and his doubts dissolved.  It came down to one
thing.  He was happy in this room, with these spectacular men.  He was
alive.

"Don't think," said Bob.  "Just feel ...  And for God's sake sit down."
Steve sat on the bed.

Randy sat up and put his arm round Steve's shoulder.  "Now listen, buddy.
This is our world.  It's a private little world but it's a glorious one.
And we just invited you in.  Now relax, `cause there's more to come."

Steve grinned.  "I was kinda hoping you'd say that."

"Shit, man, you're the only one of us so far who's got his rocks off.  Now
that we've broken the ice, come downstairs with us and watch us shoot our
loads.  All you have to do is relax and enjoy.  Think you can do that,
buddy?"

Steve laughed, "Try to stop me."

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

The great feature of the downstairs gym was that it was lined with floor to
ceiling mirrors, so there were multiple images of what was happening.  And
what was now happening was riveting to Steve.  He was finally starting to
relax, to let himself enter this new world and open up to the stunning
experiences unfolding before him.  Mostly he felt privileged.  This was the
private world of two stunningly beautiful alpha males, and they had invited
him to join them.  All he had to do was relax and watch, Randy had said.
Easier said than done.

"Let's get comfortable," Randy said as he and Bob unbuttoned their pants
and stripped naked.  Once again Steve gasped looking at the two magnificent
physiques.  He had no hesitation this time, and in a few seconds he too was
naked.  Bob looked at his perfectly sculpted body.

"Wow, now that is worthy of this room, eh Randy?"

"You fit right in, buddy," Randy grinned.  Then turning to Bob, "OK,
asshole, you know what I want."

In the middle of the room was a bench and Bob was soon on it, on his hands
and knees, waiting.  He looked into the mirrors and saw images of twin
bodybuilders, both with square jawed faces, dark black hair and perfect,
chiseled physiques.  And their cocks were rigid as poles.  Bob's pulse
started to race as he imagined being used by both men at once.

Randy walked behind the kneeling man and grasped the twin globes of his
ass.  He looked up at the awestruck Steve.

"I said we'd show you what we do when we're alone, Steve.  Well this is
it!"  Without hesitation he brought the tip of his rigid cock up against
his lover's moist hole and, with one sudden thrust, buried it deep into his
ass.  Two shouts echoed round the basement room.  One was from Bob who
reveled in the familiar sensation of his master's long shaft penetrating
him as it had done so often before.

The other echoing sound came from Steve.  It was an involuntary shout
caused by a contradictory mix of shock, awe, revulsion and exhilaration.
He hadn't really known what to expect and this sudden move threw him
completely off balance.  He took a step back and momentarily felt the
impulse to run from the room.  But, as before, he was rooted to the spot.

He was unaware of his own hand moving down to grasp his rigid dick.  He
watched, stunned, as the dark demon moved his hips back and forth, his cock
pulling all the way out, then plunging again deep into the perfect globes
of the ass.  Steve had always been aware, in the abstract, that this is
what some men do to each other but, now he was faced with the vivid reality
it was the most exciting thing he had ever seen.

He was transfixed by the powerful rhythm of the two bodies as they moved in
unison.  What he found completely riveting was the expression on the faces
of the two men.  Bob was looking at their reflection in the mirror, his
eyes open wide with infinite pleasure as he uttered a low, guttural moan.
He was clearly in paradise.

Randy's expression was something Steve had never seen on a man's face
before.  His head was thrown back, his tousled black hair flying, and his
eyes blazed with the thrill of domination.  Steve ached to know how this
felt, how a man's dick felt when it was ploughing the ass of another man, a
beautiful stud like Bob.  Steve's cock shuddered as he tried to imagine the
sensation Randy was feeling.

Just as he had done in the bedroom, Randy broke his intense concentration
for an instant to glance fleetingly at Steve.  Again the challenge, again
the command.  And this time Steve was ready.  There was no hesitation as he
saw the reflection of Randy and himself in the mirror.  He was Randy's
double in looks; he would match him in lust. Intuitively Steve positioned
himself in front of Bob and looked at Randy.  The blue eyes smiled back at
him.

"Go for it man.  That's what he needs.  Come on, brother, let's both fuck
the shit out of him."

The rugged voice gave Steve his cue and his last shred of inhibition
vanished.  He felt strong, empowered, supreme.  He felt like a man.  He
looked down and grabbed Bob's hair, pulling the face upward.  He sneered at
the trapped face looking up at him.

"Get ready, asshole.  You've got two masters now ... one in your ass, the
other in your face.  Look at them, boy ... they're identical."  Just as
Randy had buried his cock in Bob's ass in one long thrust, so Steve pushed
his iron-hard dick into his mouth, not stopping until it was resting in the
inner depths of his throat.  Both Randy and Steve watched the muscular body
beneath them buck and flex as it was assaulted at both ends.  Sweat started
to glisten on the golden skin, Bob's eyes filled with tears and his screams
were muffled by the huge rod filling his mouth.

Bob knew he was entering a world he had never seen before.  Trapped as he
was, he managed to glance into the mirror and his cock reared and throbbed
at what he saw.  Two incredible muscle-studs, exactly alike, a perfect
match, were fucking him, in his ass and his mouth.  He started to
hallucinate.  It was the same man, one man, taking total control of him.
The man's cock was ramming into his ass and his mouth at the same time.  He
... they ... were magnificent, muscles flexing in unison, sweat dripping
from their bodies onto him.

Randy and Steve looked up at each other, seeing their own reflection in the
other's eyes.  They were one being, the same flesh, united.

Randy was jubilant.  "Yeah, man.  Now we're really brothers.  Now I can
watch myself fuck the man I love, fuck his ass and his face at the same
time.  Take him, man ... plough that face."  His eyes flashed.  "At last
you know what I'm feeling, you feel what I'm feeling.  We're the same
fucking man, Steve."  He looked in the mirror and yelled, "Look at that!
You've never seen anything like that.  There never was anything like that.
It's totally fucking incredible!"

Steve was in fantasy world.  "You're right ... we are the same.  God I love
you man."  He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Randy's.  The two
macho studs ground their mouths together as they continued fucking the
beautiful body beneath them.

They knew the climax was close.  They pulled back slightly so their faces
were inches apart.  Each gazed at his own face reflected in the eyes of an
identical man.  Randy breathed, "I wanna look in your eyes and watch myself
cum, man."

They smiled identical smiles, their breathing and heartbeats were matched.
Their bodies moved in total harmony, their cocks felt the same burning
sensation as they approached twin climaxes.  They shouted in unison, "OK
... Now!"  Their eyes blazed into each other as their cocks exploded,
pumping load after load of hot semen into the muscle stud beneath them.

As Bob felt hot liquid pouring into his mouth and his ass he looked into
the mirror and saw a sight nobody had ever seen before.  Two identical dark
stallions were rearing up, their bodies flexing and arching as they both
emptied their load of hot juice into him.  Bob's mind was spinning, his
body on fire, as his own cock erupted and splashed jets of white cream onto
the bench beneath him.

All three bodies flexed and thrashed as they were drained of the juice of
their passion.  It took long minutes for them to subside, for their
breathing and heartbeats to slow.  And then finally there was silence.  As
if reading each other's mind, they all turned their heads to look at the
mirror and were stunned by the tableau they saw of three beautiful men
... fused together by an act that was truly out of this world.

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

A strange silence hung over the kitchen table as the three men sipped
beers.  In fact they hadn't exchanged a word since they put on theirs
clothes and came upstairs from the basement.  There was nothing to say,
nothing that could be said.  They needed to adjust.  They were exhausted,
elated ...  unsure of what would come next.

Fortunately that was decided for them as they heard the crunch of tires on
gravel and the slamming of car doors.  The guys were back from their trip
to the restaurant in Malibu.  The silence was shattered by shouts and
laughter as the three boys crashed into the room, followed by a
tired-looking Mark.

Randy looked up at him and grinned.  "Hey, Mark.  They wore you out, uh?"

The cop smiled back wearily.  "You can say that again.  They're great guys
but they do kinda drain the energy out of the room."  He sat down at the
table and looked at the beers.  "Man, I could sure use one of those."

"Hey, kids," said Randy.  "Get the officer a beer, then throw together a
snack for us to munch on."

As they boys busied themselves at the counter Mark finally relaxed enough
to soak up the atmosphere.  He looked at Randy, Bob and Steve and a broad
grin spread over his face.  "Jesus, guys, the afterglow around you is hot
enough to set the hills on fire.  No need to ask how things went."

"Actually, too soon to ask," Bob said.  "We're still adjusting ourselves.
It was ... Jesus ... I dunno ...

"No need, buddy," Mark interrupted.  "No need to elaborate.  A picture
speaks louder than words, and you guys are a picture of raging
testosterone.  A guy could get his rocks off just by looking at you."

The easy banter was just what the guys needed, but Steve was uneasy in this
new environment of men.  He had still not begun to process what had
happened to him tonight.

"You know, guys, I hate to drink and run, but I gotta get home.  Early day
tomorrow."

"Tell you what," said Randy.  "It's about time you got to have a meal with
us all ... got to know the house.  How about tomorrow evening?"

Steve saw the general looks of enthusiasm round the table and nodded.
"Sure, that would be great.  As a matter of fact I have to make a house
call right near here in the afternoon.  Should be finished around three.
Rather than trek back up to Mulholland, would it be cool if I came by a bit
early?"

"Of course," said Bob.  "We won't get off work until a bit later than that,
but Jamie will be here.  He works for me in the office upstairs.  He can
stop work a bit early."

"You hear that, Jamie?" Mark called over to his boy.  "Steve's coming
tomorrow afternoon and you'll be the only one here to take care of him for
a while.  Think you can handle it?"

"Of course, sir," said Jamie.  "We can go for a swim while we wait for
you."

"Good boy," said Mark.  "Steve's a special guest, so make sure you take
good care of him.  Give him whatever he wants, OK?"

"Yes, sir!"

He couldn't know it at the time, but Mark would live to regret those words.

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

After his life-changing adventure with Randy and Bob, sleep was hard to
come by for Steve.  As he lay alone in his own bed at home he restlessly
replayed the extraordinary scenes and images that had made his body come
alive.  But he found that one image kept floating to the surface of his
mind.  It was the expression on Randy's face as he pushed his cock into
Bob's ass.  The man looked as if he had entered another whole realm of
being, where the sensation in his cock obliterated all else.

That feeling was unimaginable to Steve.  Sure, he had fucked hundreds of
girls like a stallion and enjoyed every one.  But the sight of Randy's cock
disappearing into the ass of a man made Steve tremble.  What did it feel
like?  That intimate union of two big, masculine studs was completely
unknown to him and thrilling to watch, and Steve found himself longing to
feel it for himself.

But he knew there was no chance of doing that with Randy or Bob.  Randy was
far too dominant a man, and he made it absolutely clear that Bob's ass was
strictly off limits to anyone but himself.  Steve sighed with the
resignation of knowing he was unlikely to meet any other ass he would want
to put his cock into.

Instead, his thoughts wandered to the intriguing prospect of tomorrow
afternoon, when he would get to know all the guys in the house, on their
own turf.  And that would start with Mark's boy Jamie who was to take care
of him until the other guys got off work.  He had barely said two words to
the young guy so far, so it would be interesting to get to know him and, by
extension, learn more about Mark.

Mark had been Steve's therapy patient for a short while some time ago and
their paths had crossed several times since, but he didn't know him well.
He was, of course, a spectacular looking cop and Steve supposed that if, in
his wildest dreams, he had every contemplated sexual contact with a man,
Mark would be the choice.  But that was purely hypothetical, and it was, of
course, before Steve met Randy.

Eventually Steve's thoughts slowed down to a blur and as sleep drifted over
him his last thoughts were of that house and the guys who lived there.
There was a smile on his face as his eyes closed in sleep.

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

The doorbell rang and Jamie jumped up from his computer in Bob's office.
He was kind of excited to be seeing the new guy again, with his great looks
and build, and felt honored to be given the task of entertaining him until
the guys got home.  Mark had said to take good care of him, make sure he
had whatever he wanted.  As he ran to the gate, Jamie was determined to
obey his master's command.

Steve was taken aback when the gate opened.  When he had been there before
Jamie was kind of in the background and he hadn't paid much attention to
him.  But now here he was, barefoot in faded surfer shorts and an old blue
tank top that set off his blond good looks.  He was young, sure, but there
was an innate masculinity about him that Steve had to admit was very sexy.
He could see why Mark had chosen him as his boy.

There was a moment's awkwardness in the boy that Steve found charming, so
he took the initiative and shook Jamie's hand.

"Hi, there, Jamie.  Sure I didn't interrupt your work?"

"Not at all, sir.  Bob said I could quit early for the day."

Another awkward moment.  "Jeez, it's hotter than Hades today," Steve said."

"Would you like go for a swim, sir?"

"Now that sounds just what the doctor ordered," Steve grinned.  "Only I
didn't bring a swimsuit."

Jamie laughed.  "Oh, we don't bother with that around here.  No need.  Come
on, sir.  The water's great."  He quickly he pulled off his tank top and
dropped his shorts and stood there naked, grinning with boyish enthusiasm.

"Jesus, he's beautiful," Steve thought to himself.  "Never realized."  Then
he too stripped off his clothes and dived into the cool water of the pool.
Jamie laughed a lot with the exuberance of youth, horsing around in the
water, challenging Steve, splashing him and wrestling, pushing his head
under water.  Soon Steve was sputtering and held up his hands in defeat.

"OK, kid, you win.  Time out, uh?  Man, I could use a beer."

"Coming right up," Jamie said, leaping out of the pool.

In a few minutes they were lying on their stomachs next to each other on
the grass, still naked, sipping their beers.  All of Jamie's earlier
shyness had gone and he talked uninhibitedly with the new man.  Mostly he
chattered enthusiastically about Mark, how great he was, how kind he had
been to Jamie ... how much he loved him.

"He's just so great to be with, especially when he fu ..."

His words tailed off and he blushed with embarrassment.  Steve finished the
sentence for him.

"... when he fucks you?"

"Well, yes, sir.  He does that a lot and I love it."  He stared down at the
grass and concentrated on his beer.  Steve looked at his blushing face,
then ran his eyes down over his muscular back that tapered down to a narrow
waist, then rose up again to the twin mounds of the perfect ass.  Steve was
startled to feel a jolt run through his cock.  He did not dare look into
Jamie's eyes but spoke quietly looking down at the ground.

 "Tell me what it feels like, Jamie, to have Mark's dick in your ass.  Tell
me how it feels."

"Oh, sir," said Jamie, regaining his confidence.  "It's totally awesome
... like nothing else in the world.  I love it when he takes control of me
like that.  He's my master, and he's so beautiful.  And I love to see the
look on his face when he's inside me.  You should see his expression, sir."

Steve said quietly, almost to himself, "Yeah, I've seen that look one time
before, on Randy."

Another pause, then Jamie asked, "Have you ever felt that sir ... like
... fucked a guy's ass."

"No, I haven't."

"Oh you should try it, sir.  You'd love it."

Steve breathed more heavily.  Last night's intense sexual with Randy and
Bob had released something from deep in his subconscious.  The therapist in
Steve made him surmise that some element of those instincts must have
always been inside him, somewhere deep down.  They only needed a trigger,
which Randy had provided.  Steve had always been a very sexual guy, with a
very active libido ... Steve the Stud ... but his testosterone had always
found its outlet in women.  Until now.

As he looked again at the beautiful, naked young man beside him, he found
himself becoming aroused.  His reason and his inhibitions were deserting
him.  The sight of his stunning ass made Steve's dick hard.  And it was his
dick, not his logic, that made him speak now.

"Jamie."

"Yes, sir?"

"I really want to know how it feels to put my cock in a guy's ass.  Can you
help me out there?  Can I ... do it to you?  Just for a minute to see how
it feels?"

Jamie's eyes opened wide.  He was stunned.  "Oh, sir.  I dunno, sir.  I
wouldn't mind it... wouldn't mind at all.  I mean, you're very beautiful,
sir.  But I'd have to clear it with Mark."  He frowned as his mind recalled
the words of his master the cop.  "Then again, he did tell me to take good
care of you sir, to give you whatever you wanted.  So maybe ... I suppose
... you said just for a minute, sir?"

"Sure, just to see how it feels."

"Well sir, Mark usually does it like this.'  He rolled over on his back and
pulled his legs up as he had done so often when offering his ass to Mark.

Steve caught his breath.  "Jesus, that is so fucking beautiful," he
whispered.  Instinctively he knelt in front of Jamie, grasped his ankles
and pushed them higher so his rigid dick was only inches from his ass.

"Like this, Jamie?"

"Yes, sir.  Then he pushes his cock into my hole, all the way into my ass."

"Like this?"  Steve's body was on fire as he pressed the head of his cock
against the young man's ass and slowly eased his hips forward.  He felt the
soft, velvet membrane relax and open, inviting him in.  Steve gasped in
amazement as his cock slid smoothly inside and he felt for the first time
in his life the inner furnace of a man's ass.

He looked down into Jamie's young face and could hardly believe that his
dick was inside him.  His iron-hard rod was pulsing, it was on fire.  No
woman had ever felt like this.  As Jamie's inner muscles tensed round
Steve's cock, gripping it hard, Steve uttered a guttural moan and knew that
he had to fuck the young ass until he shot his load.

He pulled back then pushed in again, deeper this time, until he felt the
head of his cock come to rest against the back of the silk-soft ass.  "You
like that, Jamie?" he asked softly.

"Oh yes, sir.  You feel great, sir.  You're very handsome."

Steve now began to fuck in earnest, plunging his cock again and again into
the beautiful young stud.

"Tell me how it feels, Jamie.  Tell me what my cock feels like inside you.
I want to know just how it feels to have a man's dick inside you."

But Jamie didn't respond.  Instead, he was looking over Steve's shoulder
... with a look of horror.  He began to whimper, with increasing
desperation ... "No, no, NO!"

Steve looked back over his shoulder in the direction of Jamie's gaze
... and reality crashed in on him.  Behind them stood a cop in full, black
uniform, legs astride, arms at his sides, fists clenched.  It was Mark, and
the expression on his beautiful Nordic blond face was as hard as stone.

Steve instantly pulled his dick free of Jamie's ass and sprang to his feet.
Tears streamed down Jamie's face as he lay on his back gazing up at his
master in terror.  Mark was still for a moment, then he spoke in an even
tone as cold as ice.

He looked first at Jamie.  "You ... get out of here."  Jamie grabbed his
shorts and ran for the gate.  Steve stood before the cop, frozen like a
statue.

"As for you," Mark growled.  His fist was still clenched as his raised it,
then slammed it into Steve's jaw, sending him sprawling on his back.
Mark's chest heaved as he stared down at the dazed, naked man.

His voice was eerily calm as he came to grips with what he had seen.  "That
was my boy.  That was my boy you were fucking.  You had your filthy dick in
my boy's ass, man.  You don't do that, mother-fucker.  Not to my boy."  His
voice rose to an enraged shout.  "You don't ever do that, asshole.  Not to
my boy."

Moving fast, he leaned downward, grabbed Steve's wrists and dragged him
backward over the grass toward a tree at the lawn's edge.  He pulled the
arms up above Steve's head on either side of the tree.  Swiftly he unhooked
the handcuffs from his belt, pulled the wrists together behind the tree and
cuffed them.

As he lay there on his back Steve's head began to clear and he looked up at
the magnificent cop.  The fear and the rush of adrenaline brought a crystal
clarity to him.  He saw every feature in sharp detail.  He saw the god-like
face looking down at him, unruly blond hair, steel blue eyes, square jaw.
The torso heaved under the tight black shirt, open at the white triangle of
T-shirt at the neck.  The shirt tapered from the broad shoulders down to
the heavy belt at the tight slim waist.  The legs were astride and the
black uniform pants were tucked into high, shiny leather boots.  And the
clenched fists made the cop's biceps bulge.

There was a long, leaden silence as the men gazed at each other.  The only
movement, the only sound, was the slight stirring of the breeze.  The
powerful cop looked down at the helpless, naked stud at his feet.  Finally
he spoke.

"What was it you asked my boy just now?  Let's see now ...`Tell me what my
cock feels like inside you.  I want to know just how it feels to have a
man's dick inside you'."  Mark smiled grimly.  "Well that's real simple,
Steve.  I don't have to tell you.  See, I'm gonna show you how it feels.
You're gonna find out just how it feels."

Steve pulled frantically at the handcuffs round his wrists.  His eyes
widened in horror as he looked up at the towering cop, and he screamed a
long, echoing, "NO!"

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength -- Part 63


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