Date: Thu, 16 Feb 2012 02:07:03 -0500 (EST)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: A Trial Of Strength - Part 69  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 69
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER Randy hires the stunning Zack and gets a reward from Bob.
"That was the best fucking blow job I have ever had in my life, buddy."
Zack is invited to join them.  Bob stares at the tall, broad-shouldered,
black muscle-god, his gleaming white tank stretched tight over the V-shaped
ebony torso.  Zach confronts the bodybuilder straining in bondage.  "God,
you're beautiful, Bob.  I love to see you tied up.  It's so fucking hot."

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A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 69

The graphic image of Zack still loomed large in the memories of all the men
and their boys.  The breathtakingly beautiful, tall black stud, perfect
body, stunning face, had left a lasting impression, even though he had met
the group just briefly at the beach.

Randy saw him as a danger, a potential rival, and with good reason.  Bob
had fought against his attraction to Zack, but couldn't forget him, all
alone in his remote shack in the dunes, nursing his grief at the loss of
his wife, and his guilt at having cheated on her.  Worse still, Zack
admitted that he had cheated on her with another guy, for the first and
only time in his life.

Bob's heart went out to him and a few days later, when he was driving back
from a business meeting, he found himself drawn back to the shack.  Their
mutual lust was undeniable, but Bob explained that he belonged to Randy.
Still, Zack said, "You're about the most beautiful guy I've ever seen, Bob.
Shit, I've only ever done it once with a guy but if you were free I'd..."

They even talked of Zack coming to L.A.  Bob said, "As a matter of fact
Randy just moved Darius over to be his assistant so there's a vacancy for
site manager.  That's the job you did before, right?  But Randy does all
the crew hiring."

Zack laughed.  "And from what you say he'd give me a job the day hell
freezes over."

"Well, you've got our phone number."

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

When he got home Bob told Randy that he had stopped by to see Zack and had
a beer with him.  "And before you ask, no, he didn't fuck me."  Randy
actually smiled and said.  "I know he didn't.  I could tell."  And, to
Bob's surprise, Randy dropped the subject.  He seemed lost in thought.

Just as well, though, that there was the diversion of Bob taking Pablo to
San Francisco for the weekend.  When they came back Randy met them at the
airport and, as the three men strolled toward the airport exit, Bob asked,
"Everything OK at the house, buddy?"

"Sure, calm as a mill-pond.  Oh, by the way, we have a visitor."

"Oh, yeah?  Who?"

Without missing a beat Randy said, "Zack.  I just hired him.  He's the new
site manager.  He's up in your office right now filling out the paperwork
with Jamie."

Bob stopped dead in his tracks.  He was in shock, unable to believe what he
had heard.

"What!?  Zack! ... you mean ... Zack?"

"Yeah, that Zack.  He phoned, came into town and I gave him the job."  He
looked at Bob's stunned face.  "Why?  It's what you wanted, isn't it."

"Well, sure.  It's terrific, but I never imagined that you ... I mean you
don't even ..."  He stopped to collect his thoughts.  Then he asked the
obvious question.  "Why, Randy?  Why?"

Randy threw his arm around his lover's shoulder as they walked out of the
airport.

"Because I love you, man.  Simple as that."

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

With Pablo in the truck with them they didn't discuss Zack on the drive
home, though his image, and his presence, hung heavy in the air.  When the
truck drew up at the gate Darius was there waiting for them.  He looked in
amazement at Pablo, who had insisted on wearing the smart dress clothes Bob
had bought for him in San Francisco ... coat, tie, the works.  It was an
attempt to clean up the grease-monkey from his usual dungarees and
oil-streaked face.

Darius grinned.  "Hell dude, I almost didn't recognize you.  Very classy.
Guess I'll have to make an appointment with your secretary next time I want
to fuck your ass."  He stood back and frowned.  "Nah, I still prefer the
naked look.  Come with me and see how long it takes me to get those clothes
off you."

As they walked to the gate Darius put his arm round Pablo's shoulder and
the gossip began.  "Dude, you'll never guess who's here."  ...  "I know!
Jeez, who'd have thought ..." and they disappeared into the house.

Randy smiled at Bob.  "Buddy, I gotta thank you for everything you did for
Pablo this trip.  He's still the same tough young kid, but at least you
showed him the other side of life.  And he looks great.  Now come
downstairs to the gym with me.  Something I gotta tell you."

In the basement gym the two men faced each other and Bob waited for the
explanation.  "OK, here's why," said Randy.  "I knew right from the start
how you felt about Zack.  The man is fucking gorgeous and I could feel the
vibe between you, the one you usually have for me.  My first reaction was
fear ... of losing you.  Then I realized, for the millionth time, how much
I love you.  And I made up my mind then and there, to give my man
everything he wants."

"So Zack called you?"

"Oh, he really wanted you, but I asked him to drive down anyway.  And when
he got here I could have just beaten the shit out of him and warned him to
stay away.  But there's an old saying, `Keep your friends close and your
enemies closer.'  Not that he's an enemy.  I think he's a terrific guy and
he'll be a hell of a site manager.  But first of all I have to square
things away with him, make a few things clear ... get to know him my way.
We'll probably go out of town for a couple of days.  After that I'm gonna
let you spend the night with him."

Bob looked startled.  "And something else too ... I'm gonna let him fuck
your ass.  I know he's never done that but I also know he's the kind of guy
will settle for nothing less.  More important, I know you want it."

There was a heavy silence as Bob gazed into Randy's eyes.  He was blown
away by what Randy had said.  He always saw love, and lust, in those eyes
but now he saw something far deeper, a love so profound that Randy was
prepared to give him what he wanted, to offer him to another man.  He also
saw a kindness and wisdom there, born of his street smarts, probably, in
his early life as head of a gypsy family.  They were the same qualities Bob
had seen in Randy's display of paternal warmth and love for his boy Pablo.

The man was incredible.  Sure he could be arrogant, quick to anger, brutal
when he dished out punishment.  But now Bob was seeing another side of the
big, rugged construction worker ... affection, generosity and passion.  Bob
felt weak as he gazed at Randy in awe.  He was totally, overwhelmingly in
love with him .... and he needed to show it.

Bob sank to his knees.  He was still dressed in his business clothes, still
the suit-and-tie executive.  But that didn't matter.  He knew what he
needed.  He reached up to Randy's waist, and unbuttoned his jeans.  He
watched mesmerized as the long, thick, veined cock sprang out and grew
quickly into a stiff rod.  He looked up at Randy and said, "Thank you, sir.
I love you, sir."

Then he pressed his lips on the head of the cock, pushed his face forward
and let the thick shaft enter his mouth, slide downward, deeper and deeper
until it came to rest far down in his throat.  Bob had swallowed his
master's cock and he let it rest inside him for a long time.  Then he
proceeded to give Randy the best blow job of his life.  He pulled his face
back until the head of the cock was between his lips, then fell forward,
letting has master's shaft plunge deep inside him.

Randy moaned as he looked down at this spectacular man, this Superman face,
pounding into his crotch, setting his cock on fire.  This was his lover,
his life, the man he worshipped.  And he was on his knees before him.  He
was a proud, successful business executive, and here he knelt performing an
act of total obedience, of total obsession.

Bob's throat was aching, raw, but he loved the pain.  He loved swallowing
his master's meat, loved the feel and smell of the sweaty pubic hair
smashing into his face, loved the taste, the essence of the man he belonged
to.  He increased the rhythm, felt the cock bulging in his mouth, his
throat, felt the throbbing pain in his jaws.  His eyes streamed with tears
... of pain and of joy.  There was one thing he wanted now, more than
anything in the world.  He wanted to drink his master.

He worked hard, a labor of love, and soon he got desire.  He heard Randy's
deep moans of sheer ecstasy, looked up and saw the handsome, dark, demon
face in a frenzy of animal pleasure, the blue eyes wide, thick black hair
flying, face gleaming with sweat.  He felt the huge cock pulse in his
mouth, felt the surge of the liquid inside the shaft as it moved up from
his groin. He heard his master scream, "Now, man.  NOW!"  And deep inside
his throat he felt the flood of semen erupt, pouring into him.

And so Bob drank his master.  Hungrily he swallowed the creamy, sweet juice
as it streamed into his throat.  He gulped desperately, determined not to
spill a drop.  It was like drinking nectar, the juice he needed, the
essence of his master, pouring inside him.  It seemed never to stop.  His
throat was bruised, his jaws ached, his whole body was on fire as he
swallowed stream after stream of the warm liquid spilling from his master.

Randy was flying, his body convulsing.  He felt the throat muscles clench
again and again round his cock as his lover swallowed the erupting liquid.
It was as if the pulsing throat was squeezing the juice out of him in a
never ending flood.  Both men were in a trance as the spasms finally
slowed, and then stopped.

Bob wanted to stay there forever, on his knees, worshipping his master, but
finally he let the cock fall from his mouth.  He swallowed the last drops
in his mouth and slowly, painfully stood up to face the man he loved.
Randy put his hands on either side of Bob's face and held it tight.  He was
smiling.

"That was the best fucking blow job I have ever had in my life, buddy.  And
now ... now that you've shown me just how much you love me, you can go
upstairs and say hello to Zack.  Go see how Jamie's getting on with him."

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

Bob found that his heart was pounding as he climbed the stairs.  When he
entered his office Jamie and Zack were sitting together, bent over papers
and forms.  They both stood up and, as Bob and Zack's eyes met, there was a
moment of awkwardness that was mercifully broken by Jamie's eager voice.

"Hello, sir.  I think I've done everything right.  I had the gentleman fill
out the employment application and the W-4 Form.  We've just finished the
contract ... I used the standard contract that we've used before.  We had
just started on the insurance forms."

"That all sounds perfect, Jamie.  You've done great.  Now, could you leave
us for a few minutes?  I need to speak to Zack.  Come back in about ten
minutes for the rest of the paperwork.  I'm sure you're eager to talk to
the guys."

Jamie ran quickly out of the room, leaving silence behind him.  Bob gazed
at Zack.  He looked amazing, dressed in black jeans, boots, and a white
tank top that gleamed against the smooth, dark ebony skin of his muscular
physique.

Smiling nervously Bob tried to break the ice.  "First time I've ever seen
you with clothes on."  Then, impulsively he walked toward the tall black
man to embrace him.  But Zack forestalled him, holding out his arm stiffly
for a handshake.  Bob stopped, disappointed, and they shook hands.

"Has to be this way, buddy," Zack said.  "See, Randy told me about the
job's pay and benefits, but ... well, he also made very clear that you are
not one of the benefits.  `At least not yet,' he said, which I didn't
understand."

Bob smiled.  "I think I do.  Randy always sets the agenda.  He knows what
he's doing."

Zack changed the subject.  "So does that kid Jamie.  He really seems to
know his stuff"

"Yeah he's turned out to be a great assistant for me.  And Mark's nuts
about him.  Did you notice the tattoo Mark gave him?"

"Yeah, but I doubt that Greek God needs to brand a man to keep him."

"No, but Jamie needed it.  Did wonders for him.  You should see him offer
himself to Mark after the cop's been riding his Harley all day.  Now that's
quite a sight."

The image made Zack's cock stir again and he said quietly, "Yeah.  I'd like
to see that."

The subject was getting too intimate and there was another awkward pause.
Then Bob smiled.  "So, I guess I should say `Welcome aboard," or something
like that."

Zack rushed to explain.  "Hey man, just so you know, when I phoned I was
expecting to speak to you.  Needed to talk.  Didn't know you were out of
town.  Jamie put me through to Randy who suggested I drive down here.
Didn't know what to expect ... a warning maybe, a fight.  But we talked a
lot, mostly about construction, latest techniques, my past work as a site
manager, importance of team building, stuff like that.  And then, whammo,
all of a sudden he offered me the job.

"And you took it."

Zack gazed into Bob's eyes.  "Couldn't resist an opportunity like that,
man."  Bob felt his dick get hard and noticed the bulge in Zack's pants.
"There's another thing.  Until I get settled Randy offered to let me stay
in your basement room ... a kind of bedroom-cum-gym, he said.  I didn't
know how you'd feel about that."

Again Bob felt a surge in his cock.  "Great," he stammered.  "Great idea.
Give you a chance to get to know us all."

There was a knock on the door.  It was Jamie.  Bob was thankful for the
interruption.  "Come in Jamie.  Why don't you go through the rest of the
paperwork?  I need another word with Randy."

"He's down in the gym, sir, waiting for you."

Bob and Zack locked eyes, for a little too long, and then Bob left.

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

As always, Randy had a way of surprising Bob ... and turning him on.  He
had stripped down to shorts and an old tank top and was working out hard.
As he did pull-ups the muscles in his shoulders and arms bulged, veins
standing out, his lats flared in a wide V and his dark, handsome face
gleamed with sweat.  He dropped from the bar when Bob came in.

"So how did it go?" Randy grinned.  "Did he fuck you?"

Bob shook his head at Randy's joke.  "Jesus, man.  We just talked, shook
hands.  He wouldn't even let me hug him."

"Damn right," Randy laughed.  "Not till I say he can."

Bob gazed at the beautiful man standing smiling before him, body running
with sweat.  He was overwhelmed and pitched forward, falling into his
master's arms.  The surge of emotion in Bob overflowed in tears as their
faces pressed together.  "God, I love you, man," he sobbed.

"Then show me," Randy said, holding him at arm's length.  "First of all,
let me see you get out of those damn clothes."

Bob took a few steps back and started to strip as Randy watched, his arms
folded across his chest.  Bob knew that this ritual always turned Randy on.
He shrugged off the coat and loosened his tie.  He stretched, upward,
displaying the outlines of his bodybuilder physique under his shirt.  Then
he shed the tie and unbuttoned his shirt.  He pulled it out of his
waistband and threw it to the floor.  Underneath was a white tank top,
stretched over his sculpted chest.  He knew he looked good and basked in
Randy's hungry gaze.

Randy slowly shook his head.  "That's one reason I love the hell out of you
man.  You are so absolutely fucking gorgeous.  God, look at you.  I wanna
see that chest."  He stepped forward, put both hands on the tank and, in
one quick move, ripped it from Bob's body.  "Yeah, that's it fucker.
That's how I like you."

He stepped back and admired his lover, now stripped to the waist.  "OK, get
naked."  Bob quickly kicked off his loafers, pulled off his socks and pants
and stood naked before his master, his cock standing out hard as a rock.

Randy smiled at him.  "I love this, man.  Just you and me, turning each
other on.  I could play like this all day."

"Me too, sir.  What do you want next, sir?"

"Well, after that sensational blow-job you gave me earlier it's time for me
to make you shoot your load.  Go sit in the chair over there."

Bob settled back in the big chair in the corner and watched.  As he had
hoped, Randy continued his gym workout ... bench presses, cable pulls,
pushups, dumbbell flies.  And every straining move outlined his
breathtaking body even more perfectly, as the muscles pumped and flexed,
pouring with sweat.  Bob loved watching the handsome, rugged face crunch
and twist in the pain of exertion.  He could smell the stink of man-sweat.

"Oh, man," Bob breathed.  "You are such a fucking turn-on ... such a
gorgeous fucking stud."  Instinctively he reached for his own cock and
started to stroke it.  "You're gonna make me shoot my load, sir."

"Oh, no!  Not that easy, asshole."  Randy moved fast, picking up the shreds
of Bob's tank and twisting it tight.

"Yes, sir," Bob moaned.  He knew exactly what to do and stretched his arms
behind the chair, pressing his wrists together.  In a few seconds Randy had
bound them tight behind him with the tank, and stood back to admire his
lover in bondage.  The body was sensational as the shoulders and arms
bulged with the strain of being stretched so tight behind the chair.  The
dark, square-jawed face looked up at his captor in helpless anticipation.

"That's it, man.  Now you look perfect.  Superman in bondage.  And now it
gets interesting."  Randy stood still, teasing Bob who held his breath,
wondering what came next.  He watched as Randy raised his arms and quickly
pulled off his soaking wet tank.  He stood for a moment, stripped down to
his shorts.  He smiled at Bob, walked forward closer to him, and then
quickly dropped his shorts.

Bob gasped.  Under the shorts Randy was wearing an old jock strap, stained
with sweat, piss and old dry cum.  Breathing deeply Bob could smell, almost
taste, the rancid stink of the man's old juices.  He saw the huge bulge of
the rigid cock straining under the filthy cotton.  "No," he gasped,
straining to get free, his body writhing helplessly.  "Please, sir.  Please
let me touch you.  Please untie me ... just one arm so I can touch my cock.
I'm begging you sir.  I need to touch you."

Randy threw his head back with a harsh laugh.  "You surely didn't think
it'd be that easy, did you, asshole?  We've a way to go yet, man, before I
let you shoot your wad."

Then Randy seemed to lose interest in him.  He simply continued his
workout.  Bob watched in helpless agony as the incredible body put itself
through a muscle-crunching routine.  He watched the near-naked man hang
from the chin bar, arms wide, veins etched in the straining muscles.  Then
came leg raises that flexed the chiseled eight-pack abs into bulging
relief.

Most of all Bob could not take his eyes off the stained jock-strap, its
wide band tight round the slim waist.  The sweat streaming down the body
soaked the thin cotton making it transparent so that even the veins in the
rigid cock underneath were visible.  Bob was beside himself, pleading,
shouting obscenities as he strained to get free, to touch the man, to touch
himself and relieve the agony of his straining, pent-up orgasm.

Then he went limp.  "Please, sir.  I'm begging you now, sir.  You own me,
you can do anything to me, but I'm begging you, please let me cum."

Randy stopped exercising and said.  "And why should I do that, asshole?"

Bob looked up into his cold, blue eyes.  "Because I love you, sir."

Randy smiled.  "Good answer, man.  OK, I'll have mercy on you."  He walked
toward the bound man in the chair and loomed over him.  He pushed his hips
forward until the stinking jock-strap was pressing into Bob's mouth.  Bob
hungrily feasted on the rank-smelling bulge, licking the fabric, putting
his mouth over the head of the cock underneath.  He was like a ravenous,
starving man, licking, biting, sucking at the cock and balls.  He became
delirious from the overwhelming stench filling his nostrils, the rancid
taste assaulting his mouth as he sucked in the juices from his master's
sweating, stinking crotch.

"OK, man," he heard Randy's deep voice.  "I'm gonna give you five seconds
to shoot your load."  As he began to count he reached down and suddenly,
viciously, twisted Bob's nipples hard in his fingers.

The searing pain shot through Bob's heaving chest, his head flew back, he
gazed up wide-eyed at the savage demon above him, felt his sweat pouring
down on him.  Then he screamed, his body convulsed, he felt flames rising
from his crotch, and his cock exploded in a stream of hot semen that flew
high and landed in his hair, on his face, his neck, his chest.  A second
eruption poured upward and splashed onto the sinewy chest of his master
above him.  Bob's body was pulsing uncontrollably, as his incredible orgasm
continued, unleashing stream after stream of hot, creamy juice.

Randy stood back and gazed in awe at the bound muscle-stud, his head
hanging in submission, his exhausted body, covered in semen, convulsing in
the chair.  He smiled as he towered over the man he had just demolished so
completely, enslaving him once more, reducing him to a pleading, helpless
ruin, a man he owned, body and soul.

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

"Hey, Randy!  Where are you?"

Bob's head jerked up at the sound of Zack's voice.  Still bound to the
chair, weak and helpless, body still streaming with his own cum, his eyes
flew open wide in alarm.  He couldn't believe what he heard next.

"Down here, Zack," Randy shouted.  "In the basement.  Come on down and join
us."

"No, Randy," Bob begged frantically.  "Not like this.  Please don't let him
see me like this.  Please let me go, sir."

But Randy ignored him.  They heard Zach's voice again as he came down the
stairs.  "We're all finished upstairs.  I just wanted to know if ..."  but
his words died in his throat.  He stood in the doorway unable to get his
mind round what he saw.  Randy was wearing just an old, soaking jock strap,
breathing heavily, looking downward.  Zack followed his gaze and gasped at
the sight of the big muscle-stud tied to a chair, body covered in what had
to be semen, head bowed in abject humiliation.

The whole room was redolent of male sex, the smell of it, the heat, the
vibrations that still hung in the air.  What had happened here?  Zack felt
shock bordering on revulsion and fought to regain his senses.

"Oh, no, he gasped.  I'm sorry, guys.  I didn't mean to ... I had no idea
... I'll come back later when ..."

"Hey, Zack," Randy smiled, throwing his arm over the black man's shoulder.
"No sweat, man.  Just as well you caught us in a ... private moment."

Zack recoiled.  "No, man.  No!  I'm not ready for this kind of..."

"Hey, Bob," Randy cut him off again.  "Look up.  Zack's here."

Slowly Bob raised his head and locked eyes with Zack.  There was a moment
of confusion, of fear, anger, humiliation ... But then something passed
between their eyes that Bob had experienced before only with Randy.  It was
a recognition, an understanding, and an overwhelming surge of lust.  Zack's
shock was replaced by desire, as he felt his cock grow rigid in his jeans.

The sight of this magnificent bodybuilder, cum-soaked, helpless in bondage,
with his breathtaking physique and dark, Superman features, was simply
stunning.  And then Zack knew.  Bob had once mentioned that it turned him
on when Randy treated him rough.  And Zack realized that from that moment,
somewhere in his deepest subconscious, he had imagined a moment such as
this.  Zack had only once before been attracted to a guy, but this man was
different.  Zack desired Bob in a way he still could not define.  He just
knew that he couldn't leave this room.

Randy broke into his thoughts.  "So this is the gym, Zack, and your
temporary home till you get settled."  Still in a daze Zack allowed himself
to be shown round the room.  Randy talked easily about the gym equipment,
described some of his workout techniques and gradually put Zack at his
ease.  But still, bound in the corner, his gaze fixed on the tall,
magnificent black stud, was Bob, helpless.

Randy was saying.  "Well, I hope you'll be comfortable here, man.  There's
a king-size bed and an adjoining bathroom.  The boys will bring you
whatever you want, and you'll eat your meals with us.  Oh, just one thing."
He turned toward Bob.  "He doesn't come with the room."  And both men
turned to focus on the man in bondage.

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

There was a long, strange silence as Randy and Zack stood shoulder to
shoulder and gazed at Bob.  Zack now could not take his eyes off him.  The
captive's muscles were still pumped from the effort to free himself.  He
was breathing deeply and his body was wet with sweat.  Most of all was the
cum.  His body was covered in the stuff; his hair was matted, his face
streaked, his beautiful torso streamed with it.  Zack felt his heart
beating wildly.  He had never seen anything in his life that he found as
exciting as this.  He felt his cock pulsing in his pants.

Bob too was overwhelmed as he looked at not one, but two sensationally
beautiful men.  The one he knew as well as he knew himself, dominant,
demonic, masterful.  The other was a relative stranger, but felt he had
known him a long time.  He gazed at the tall, broad-shouldered, black
muscle-god.  The gleaming white tank was stretched tight over the ebony
skin, over the V-shaped torso tapering down to a slim waist.  The face that
gazed at him was extraordinarily handsome, pale gray eyes, high cheek
bones, square jaw, shaved head.

Bob was completely overpowered by the sight of these two glorious males
standing before him.  He groaned as he felt his cock get hard again, rising
to a rigid pole.  Randy grinned.

"See, Zack, what you do to him?  He's crazy about you.  And why not?
You're one of the most magnificent studs I've ever seen.  I'm looking
forward to knowing you a whole lot better.  And when I've done what I need
to do with you I'm gonna let you spend time with him.  Do whatever you
like."  He heard Zack take a sharp intake of breath.

"In the meantime," Randy continued, "we gotta help him out with that
hard-on that's torturing him.  I just made him shoot his load, but the
sight of you can make him do it again.  He tells me he beat off in the
waves after he first met you.  Well, that'll happen again, only this time
without touching himself.  Watch."

"OK, man," Randy said to Bob.  "If you can get free you can cum again."
Bob began to pull at his restraints, his body leaning forward, muscles
bulging and flexing as he twisted and strained, desperate to free himself.

"Jesus Christ," breathed Zack as he gazed at the struggling bodybuilder,
and his hand went down to the bulge in his own jeans.  "That is phenomenal.
God, I've never seen anything like that.  It's fucking beautiful."

"Please, sir," Bob moaned.  "Please let me cum again sir."

Randy smiled.  "He's talking to you, Zack, not me.  This time he's begging
you."

Zack looked down at the pleading face, the straining body, and was
hypnotized.  He reached behind him, pulled off his tank top, and stood
stripped to the waist, legs apart.  He felt dominant, triumphant, and he
gloried n the effect he was having on Bob.

Bob couldn't stand the sight of this breathtaking, shirtless man.  "Oh God,
no.  Please," he moaned.  "You are so fucking beautiful, man ... its
unbearable.  I need to cum looking at you. I have to.  Please let me cum,
sir.  Please help me."

As if in a trance Zack walked forward until he was standing right in front
of the pleading man.  His hand went down to his crotch and he ripped open
his jeans.  And for the first time Bob saw Zach's cock.  It was a club
... long, thick and heavily veined.  Tears came to Bob's eyes and he
started to drool.

Randy stood at a slight distance watching with satisfaction at what came
next.  Zack reached down, grabbed Bob's hair in his fist and pulled his
face back.  With his other hand he was stroking his massive rod.

"Is this want you wanted, asshole?  You wanted my cock, didn't you?  You
wanted me from the minute you first saw me?"

"Yes, sir.  You know I did."  He gazed upward, helpless, his handsome face
held rigid by Zack's fist.

"Are you gonna shoot your load for me, boy?  Do you want me to make you
shoot your load?"

"Yes, sir.  I'm begging you, sir.  Please let me cum."

Zack's tone softened.  "God, you're beautiful.  I love to see you tied up.
It's so fucking hot.  This is what I've wanted to see.  And this, man, is
what I've wanted to do."

He beat his meat harder and harder and his breathing became ragged.  Bob
watched enthralled as the cock swelled even bigger.  His eyes focused on
the head, on the hole at the tip, at the pre-cum dribbling from it.  He saw
the handsome, ebony face freeze, then open in a guttural scream that echoed
round the room.  "YES!  Yes, man.  Oh, God, this is what I've wanted.  This
is it, man."

A long jet of white semen blasted from the rigid cock and slammed Bob in
the face.  He opened his mouth and let the streams of cum fill it.  He
swallowed hard, again and again as he tasted the bitter-sweet essence of
the man, gulped down his juice deep into his throat, into his belly.

Bob was hardly aware that his own cock was erupting again, until he saw
white liquid splash onto the gleaming back chest of the man dominating him.

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

It was a long time before the orgasms ended and calm returned.  Zack stood
like a statue in front of the shuddering body tied to the chair.  Gradually
he became aware of the hand on his shoulder and Randy's voice in his ear.
"Now you know, Zack.  Now you know what it's like.  Beautiful, isn't he?
Just follow me and I'll take you places you never dreamed of."

Zack looked him in the eyes.  "You're an awesome fucking man, Randy.
Letting me do that to him ... thanks, man.

"Now," Randy smiled.  "Untie him."

Zack walked forward and, never taking his eyes off Bob's face, knelt and
reached round to untie his wrists.  Bob's arms dropped to his sides and
they heard Randy's voice again.

"Now you can hold him.  Now."

Zack leaned forward pressed against Bob's cum-soaked chest and curled his
arms around him.  Their lips met in a fierce embrace.  Then, as they held
each other tight, they felt hot liquid pouring down on them.  As Randy
watched these two stunningly beautiful men embrace he couldn't hold back.
With just a few strokes he shot a massive load over them.  It was a kind of
baptism, the initiation of a whole new adventure.

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

The table was being set for dinner in the garden and speculation filled the
air as the three excited boys talked over each other.  "So spill the beans,
dude," Darius said to Jamie, "tell us about Zack, all the stuff he wrote
down on the application."

Jamie became formal.  "Can't do that, Darius.  Bob says that personnel
files are strictly confidential.  Zack's an employee now, the new project
manager on Site 3.

"Ah, never mind," Darius scoffed.  "I used to do that job, after all.
Randy's bound to want me to work with Zack."

"You wish," Pablo grinned.  "The man's a walking fantasy."  He froze as the
man himself appeared with Randy and Bob.  The boys gazed open-mouthed and
Darius murmured, "Awesome.  Totally awesome."  As the three men walked out
of the house it was obvious from their sweating, heaving bodies that they
had been having some serious sex.  Randy had on just gym shorts, Bob was in
boxers, and Zack was barefoot and shirtless in black jeans.

"OK, guys, listen up," Randy said.  "You've already met Zack, and I'm sure
Jamie's told you that he's joining our company as one of the site
managers."  There was a spontaneous burst of applause from the three boys.

"Yeah, yeah," Randy said.  "Now, for the next few weeks Zack will be
sleeping in the basement room here until he gets himself settled.  He'll be
eating with us so you'll set another place at the table here.  Now for you,
Darius.  I am relieving you of your duties as my assistant for a week or
two.  During that time you will work closely with Zack."

Darius dug Pablo in the ribs.  "Told you so," he whispered triumphantly.

"You're familiar with that work site and the crew so you'll give him all
the assistance he needs.  You will also help him transfer his gear into the
basement.  Do whatever he asks you to."

"You bet I will," Darius again whispered to Pablo.

Zack came forward and stood before Darius.  "Hey, bro.  It'll be a pleasure
working with you.  I look forward to it."  They bumped fists and Zack
grabbed his hand, pulling Darius to him in a quick hug.  "You OK with all
this, bro?"

Darius felt his legs start to buckle and his cock grow rigid.  "You bet,
sir.  It'll be an honor."

Just then there was the roar of a motor cycle outside and in a few seconds
Mark came through the gate.  He had just finished his shift and was in his
full black uniform.  The effect on everyone was striking as always, but
especially on Zack who had never seen Mark in uniform before.  Everyone
heard Zack gasp as he looked at the gorgeous Greek god striding toward
them, stunning in his police gear.

"Good timing Mark," Randy said.  "I know you've had that Harley vibrating
under you for the last eight hours and you want to spend time with Jamie,
but can you spare us a few minutes?"

Mark joined Randy, Bob and Zack at the table and the boys brought them
beers.  Randy explained what had happened that afternoon and Mark beamed at
Zack.  "Congratulations, man.  It'll be great to have you as one of us.  We
need a good-looking guy around here for a change."  There was a roar of
laughter and the two men shook hands.  Then Randy looked hard at Mark.

"There's something special I want to ask you, buddy ... a favor ... couple
of favors actually."  He caught Bob's eye who picked up on his cue and said
to Zack, "Here, let me show you the rest of the house while these guys
talk."

Randy edged closer to Mark and spoke softly.  "Look, buddy, I want to ease
Zack into the group gradually.  He's new to all this.  I think he fooled
around a bit with a guy once, but ... well, we can be kinda heavy duty
... so I want to take it one step at a time.  He doesn't know it yet but
next weekend I'm gonna take him out to the creek in the desert."

"Uh-uh," Mark grinned.  "Guess I know what that means."  He recalled
vividly when Randy had taken him there and introduced him to what could
only be described as man-sex of the most intense kind.  "Go easy on him."

"You know me better than that, buddy," Randy grinned.  "Anyway, I don't
like leaving Bob out of this but I have to for now.  So while I'm gone I'd
really appreciate it if you'd keep him company ... take care of him ...  in
whatever way you can."  He looked him in the eyes.  "And I mean that in
every sense.  Anything goes."

Mark smiled, knowing exactly what he meant.  Randy cleared his throat.
"There's another thing you can do right now, but only if you're comfortable
with it.  I know you can still feel that Harley throbbing under you and
you're dying to fuck that boy of yours.  So how do you feel about this?

Randy explained what he wanted.  Then they stood up, just as Bob and Zack
came out into the garden.  Mark winked at Randy.  "Hey, Jamie," he called
out.  "Get your sweet ass over here.  We're going upstairs."

Jamie beamed, broke away from the other guys and came running to Mark.  The
cop threw his arm over his shoulder and they walked toward the house.  Zack
was watching them, his eyes wide, his thoughts racing.  Mark stopped and
looked at him.

"You know, man, I never did thank you properly for saving my life that day
at the beach.  Let me do something for you."  He paused deliberately.
"See, I get real horny after riding my bike all day and my boy Jamie here
always takes care of me.  Would you like to come and watch?"

Zack froze.  This had come out of nowhere and hit him between the eyes.  So
he hardly believed that it was his own voice saying, "Er, yeah, man.  Sure.
If that's OK with Jamie."

Jamie's eyes sparkled.  "Of course, sir.  It would be an honor."

And so the three men walked inside the house together.

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength -- Part 70"