Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2012 01:58:28 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: A Trial Of Strength - Part 116  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 116
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
  Zack and Hassan ... two spectacular males.  Their deep friendship turns
to rivalry and Hassan ends up staked out spread-eagled on the sand.  The
naked Marine is desperate to jack off.  He struggles frantically to free
himself and touch his cock.  He begs Zack to release him.  "Please, man,
untie me.  I've gotta shoot my load, man.  My cock is in agony.  I beg you
... please let me touch my cock.  I have to cum!"

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

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A TRIAL OF STRENGTH -- CHAPTER 116 -- "The Desperate Marine"

In the solitude of the remote coastal dunes Zack and Hassan had unloaded
their secrets.  They had revealed their inner demons to each other and
discovered they shared the same demons ... the pain of beauty, and the need
to possess it.

Hassan had discovered Zack spread-eagled in bondage, being worked over by a
couple of redneck racists.  Hassan had fought the attackers off but,
instead of releasing Zack, he had been spellbound by the sight of the bound
muscle-god and his demons possessed him, the same ones that had driven him
to chain and torture Mark so many years ago.  Hassan lost control and
fucked Zack savagely.

Zack understood what Hassan was feeling.  He himself had experienced the
same phenomenon when he had tied up Bob, in the exact place he was now
bound.  Tormented by Bob's beauty, Zack had whipped and fucked him.  Later,
when Zack and Hassan talked of their mutual compulsions Hassan had said,
"Wow, I had no idea there was anyone else felt like me.  You've just
described me exactly."

The bond between them was now intense, almost spiritual.  As they sat on
the patio of the shack drinking beer Zack looked at his new buddy.  "Can
you stay tonight and tomorrow, Hassan?  I would love your company and we
have so much in common that ... well ... maybe we have unfinished
business."  He grinned.  "Including you teaching me some of those killer
karate kicks of yours."

"Tell you the truth, Zack, I would find it real hard to walk away right now
... after all this.  Sure I'd love to stay ... share the night and the day
with you."

"And my bed," laughed Zack.  "Speaking of which Darius is due to come up
and join me tomorrow evening.  Be great if you could stay another night,
with us both."

"Sure, I'd like that ... if you think he'd be OK with that."

"Are you kidding?  Darius alone with a black bodybuilder and a gorgeous
Marine?  Hell, I can already see those fantasy wheels of his spinning off
their axles."

They drained their beers and Zack stood up.  "Now, about that swim you came
here for, until you were ... er... distracted."

"Yeah, man, and you turned out to be one hell of a distraction.  OK, let's
go."

They both stripped naked and raced each other into the waves.  The shock of
the cool water and the joy of shared physical exertion combined to dilute
the emotional intensity that had built up between them.  Now it was pure
pleasure, fun, as they swam powerfully side by side, testing their strength
in friendly rivalry.  After all the emotions they had laid bare, they were
now reveling in a sensation of simple, raw masculinity.

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

And that's how the rest of the day progressed.  They discovered the joy of
companionship, the comradeship of two spectacular males in the prime of
their manhood.  The air was heavy with testosterone, but for now any sexual
manifestation of that was pushed to the background, (to resurface later, no
doubt.)  They had recently been at the pinnacle of sexual desire, driven by
their shared secret appetites, and the release had been so powerful that it
drained them.

Now it was time for work and play for the two beautiful men, brothers under
the skin.  Zack pulled on his old tattered gray shorts, stained with sweat
and dry semen, and he tossed a similar pair to Hassan.  The next thing he
tossed him was a crowbar.

"Come on, man," Zack said.  "We can make short work of this.  Need to pull
up the rotten planks on the deck and replace them.  They're so worn that a
man could fall through, and then we'd both be in trouble" He grinned.
"Don't think we can rely on another gorgeous Marine to pass by and come to
our rescue.  Too much to hope for."

As Zack predicted, the work moved fast with so much heavy muscle behind it.
Soon the superb bodies were gleaming with sweat in the afternoon sun as
they tossed aside the old wood and hammered in the replacement planks.
Working close together, breathing in the odor of the other man's sweat,
added to their sense of macho brotherhood.  From time to time they looked
up at each other and grinned, and each time they were struck anew by the
other man's beauty and his sparkling eyes that spoke more eloquently than
words ever could.

They were aware, too, that each time their eyes met their cocks stirred in
their shorts.  Deep down they knew there was more to come, much more, but
for now they were happy just to enjoy each other's company.  When the work
was finished they swam again, rough-housing in the waves.  As they wrestled
playfully they gloried in the feel of smooth flesh over rippling muscles,
and the realization that they were evenly matched ... in strength and in
beauty.

The two men dried quickly in the still-warm late afternoon, and realized
they were ravenously hungry.  They went inside and pulled on old cargo
shorts, T-shirts and sneakers that had been lying strewn over the rumpled
bed.  Hassan laughed.  "Messy mother-fucker, aren't you?"

"Fuck you, man, you want neatness too?  Well Darius can sort all that out
when he comes.  Don't worry, he'll get well rewarded.  Now come on, stud
... food!"

Zack threw his arm over Hassan's shoulder as they trudged through the sand
to the nearby village of Guadalupe and the old Mexican restaurant that Zack
had frequented in the past.  Inside it was fairly crowded and very noisy,
but a sudden silence fell as they walked in and were shown to a free table.
All heads turned to look at the spectacular men, with desire in the eyes of
the women customers and a good number of men too, though they would never
have admitted it.

Throughout the meal, and later as they relaxed with their drinks on the
newly-repaired deck, their conversation roamed wide.  Zack talked a lot
about his affection for all the guys in the house in L.A., and Hassan of
his work for the Marines.  Again they discovered that they had a lot in
common and their mutual admiration and affection deepened.

It was an early night.  It had been a long, exhausting day, and they were
weary when they finally stripped naked and fell into bed.  The air was
still warm so, even though they were covered only by a light sheet, their
bodies soon glistened with a light sheen of sweat.  They had been too tired
to shower and each man was aware of the other's musky smell.  They lay on
their sides, back to back, and tried to sleep.

Hassan's mind wandered over the events of the day, and inevitably the image
flashed clearly into his mind of the black bodybuilder stretched in
bondage, his back striped with whip marks.  His mind was playing tricks and
suddenly the positions were reversed, with him hanging naked and Zack
standing before him with a whip.  Usually his bedtime musings lulled him
gradually into unconsciousness.  But not this time.  Quite the reverse.

He suddenly sat up.  "It's no good, man.  I can't help it ... I've got a
huge boner here that won't quit.  I've gotta go outside and jerk off."  He
was about the get out of bed when Zack pulled him back, grabbed his hand
and placed it on his own cock, hard as steel.

"See, buddy.  We think alike ... and we've both gotta get rid of these
hard-ons before we can sleep.  Two guys like us should be able to make
short work of that.  Here ... lie on your back."

Zack twisted round so he was lying opposite to Hassan, his head at the foot
of the bed.  He straddled Hassan, his legs beside his head, and pushed up
on his hands and feet so his body was poised over him.  His stiff black
cock pointed straight down at Hassan's face, and Zack was looking down at
the Marine's rod as it stood rigid beneath his face.  "A perfect
sixty-nine," he breathed.  "You want it, man?"

"Oh yeah," moaned Hassan, gazing up at the huge shaft inches from his face.
Slowly Zack bent his arms and lowered himself.  His lips touched the tip of
Hassan's cock at the same moment as he felt the head of his own cock being
licked.  Hassan smelled and tasted the pre-cum dripping from the black
cock.  He opened his mouth and watched mesmerized as the hips above him
came lower and the huge rod slid slowly into his mouth.

Simultaneously Zack lowered his mouth onto the Marine's shaft, so the two
buddies were now feeling the same sensation as their faces were buried in
damp, black pubic hair.  They moaned loudly as an electric charge flashed
though their bodies.  Each man gulped hard, his throat muscles clenching
tight round the other's cock deep in his mouth.

Zack said he could make short work of it, and he did.  He sprang into
action, grabbing Hassan's thighs, raising himself up again, then falling
back on Hassan's cock as his own tool buried itself into his mouth.  Soon
it was like a machine ... two pistons ramming into the mouths at opposite
ends of the bed.

Hassan could see Zack's muscles ripple with the exertion of raising and
lowering his huge body on top of him.  He reached round and slammed his
hands in the cheeks of Zack's ass, pulling them down hard, making the balls
slam against his face, the smell of the pubic hair making his senses reel.
They became voracious animals, gorging on the taste and smell of the
other's cock and balls.

Neither one could survive this intensity long.  Already fired up simply by
lying next to each other, they were now in a state of euphoria as they
fucked each other's face.  Zack's body rose and fell, more powerfully each
time, and they were both gagging and choking on the hot flesh filling their
mouths.  Moving In perfect unison each man squeezed his throat muscles,
making the cock in his mouth shudder.

And that was it.  They swallowed frantically as they felt hot liquid
blasting down their throats.  They gulped again and again, glorying in the
pungent taste of the other man's juice.  What made their bodies tremble and
their minds reel was the incredible intimacy they felt with the man they
had lusted for ever since they first met.

Suddenly Zack pulled himself up and spun round to face Hassan.  He fell
forward and locked their lips together, their ravenous embrace lubricated
by the semen still filling their mouths.  They shared their own juices back
and forth and the effect on them was so erotic that they felt their cocks
swelling again.

Zack pulled back and laughed.  "Hey, we've gotta cool it, man, or this
could go on all night.  Here, turn over."  Hassan turned his back to him
and Zack pulled his body against him, his arms wrapped round him.  "That's
better," Zack said.  "Now we can sleep."

There was a silence as their breathing and heartbeats subsided.  Just
before drifting into sleep Hassan said softly, "I know you want more than
that, Zack.  A lot more."

"Damn right I do," Zack said.  "After what you did to me today?  Sure I
want more ... and I'll get it.  Tomorrow, buddy."  Hassan drifted off into
a fantasy of erotic images that gradually faded into a deep, dream-filled
sleep.

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

They woke late.  Their limbs were still entwined when they became aware of
a shaft of sun hitting their faces.  Zack came to first and looked at
Hassan's body as it stirred, the olive-skinned muscles gleaming, striped
with the sunlight that streamed through the slatted window blind.  God, he
was beautiful.  This was the man who had topped him yesterday, left him
shackled like a slave and fucked his ass raw.  Yeah, Zack wanted more
... he wanted payback.

But first things first.  They got up and ran straight down to the ocean for
a swim to revive them.  They showered together in the outdoor shower on the
side of the shack, then pulled on their shorts and T-shirts and wandered
into town for breakfast.  They were sitting under the straw roof of the old
restaurant patio when Zack's cell rang."

"Hi, boss," said the excited, unmistakable voice of Darius.  "Hey, sir,
Randy said I could leave at noon today.  It's almost that now, so I could
hit the road and be up there with you by about three ... if that's OK with
you, sir."

Zack's face lit up at the sound of his boy's voice.  "Perfect, kiddo.  By
the way, I have a surprise for you.  Oh, and bring that camera of yours
with you."

"Sure I will.  I take that everywhere, sir.  You never know when you'll get
that perfect shot."

"Yeah ... that's kinda what I had in mind.  See you soon, kid.  Drive
safe."

Hassan smiled at him across the table.  "You really love that boy, don't
you Zack?"

Zack grinned.  "He's one in a million ... crazy, funny, an energetic young
buck who always needs to be kept in check."

"Not to mention a beautiful young man, you forgot that."

"I never forget that, buddy.  Every time I look at him my dick gets hard.
OK, back to the beach.  Feel like giving me those karate lessons I
mentioned?"

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

After their long night's sleep the men's bodies were brimming with renewed
energy and they were hot for some physical activity ... starting with
karate.  Zack had been impressed by the way Hassan had made short work of
his attackers the day before by dropping them expertly with his devastating
karate kicks.  He was of mixed Asian/Arab blood and had been raised on
karate from a young age.

Zack learned fast and he was soon kicking as skillfully as Hassan.  His
reflexes were lightning fast and he successfully ducked the kicks Hassan
aimed at him... except for one.  They had been going for some time when
Hassan aimed an unexpected blow and Zack jerked his head back, but a
fraction too slowly.  Hassan's foot made contact with his jaw, sending Zack
reeling and crashing onto the sand.

Stunned, he shook his head, rubbed his jaw and looked up at the triumphant
Marine.  Suddenly the friendly rivalry of the fight took on a raw edge.
The blow had sharpened Zack's competitive instincts and he growled, "OK,
man ... so you wanna play rough."  In one fluent move he sprang to his feet
and aimed a kick at Hassan that hit his shoulder, so it was now the Marine
who was sprawled on the sand.

Their eyes met and they both recognized the gleam of serious challenge.
Like a panther Hassan sprang off the sand, lowered his head and charged
forward, his shoulder crashing against Zack's stomach.  In an instant they
were both rolling in the sand, trading punches, grinding their muscular
bodies together, first one on top pinning his opponent, then the other.

They were evenly matched and they knew it.  Ever since Zack's brutal
fucking by Hassan the day before the tension had been building under the
surface, and it now boiled over.  The testosterone was heavy.  They were
buddies, joined in a fraternity of shared intimacy, but part of that
intimacy was an innate need to challenge each other.  It was a test of
their masculinity, a trial of strength, a battle for supremacy that was as
much mental as a physical contest.

More than that, though, it was driven by the sexual lust they felt for each
other.  As muscles ground against each other and they traded blow for blow,
their bodies locked together much as they had been in bed all night.  Even
as they had slept in each other's arms, they had felt the body pressed
against theirs, felt the muscles rippling as the body stirred.  And their
cocks had been hard all night.

Now the fight was the inevitable physical manifestation of that latent
desire.  Everything had been building to this from the moment Hassan
arrived.  The bondage, the sex, the shared secrets, the playful rivalry,
the growing intimacy and comradeship, the shared bed ... all of it needed a
physical climax, like a rumbling volcano whose lava has to erupt.  And this
was the eruption.

As the fight intensified, a new element of competition emerged.  They were
both wearing the old ragged shorts from yesterday, and as they grappled the
thin fabric began to rip.  Now they were deliberately grabbing at the
shorts and as their eyes met they both knew instinctively that the man who
was naked first would be the loser.

Hassan was on the bottom but his arms were free and he reached round and
ripped Zack's shorts away from his ass.  Zack sprang back and Hassan saw
that only the waistband was left, the shredded remains hanging loose.
Hassan sprang off the ground and grabbed at the torn fragments.  But Zack's
fists grabbed his wrists like a vice.  It was a standoff as they locked
eyes, faces almost touching, eyes glinting with gritty determination.

Now it was a pure trial of strength.  Hassan strained to pull his hands
apart but Zack held them solid.  Their eyes never wavered, their muscles
flexed and bulged, their heaving bodies poured with sweat.  He was so close
to defeat that Zack took a chance.  In a split-second move he hooked his
leg around Hassan's and yanked hard, throwing him off balance.  As Hassan
staggered backward his arms flailed.  He had let go of the shorts.  Zack
delivered one last karate kick and just the toes made contact with Hassan's
jaw, but it was enough to drop him.

As he fell backward Zack's arm shot forward, grabbed Hassan's shorts, and
there came the sound of tearing fabric as Hassan crashed to the ground on
this back.  In a daze he looked up at the blurred image.  As it came into
focus he saw the black muscle-god standing legs astride, felt his sweat
dripping down onto him.  The handsome face was lit up by a dazzling smile
and his right arm was raised in triumph, holding the shredded fragments of
Hassan's shorts.

Hassan was naked.  He was beaten and he knew it.  But as he looked up at
that incredible ebony physique, he wasn't sorry.  He had known all along
that he would pay for fucking Zack's ass.  The man would never allow that
to go unpunished.  As he lay on his back on the hot sand, Hassan
instinctively stretched his legs out in a V and his arms out to the sides.

It was an act of submission to the dominant man who had conquered him.  He
knew he was at Zack's mercy, and all his visions and dreams of the night
before flooded back to him.  The most erotic had been of a naked, muscular
Marine staked to the ground with a triumphant black bodybuilder towering
over him.  And Hassan's cock was hard a steel.

Zack smiled down at the beaten man, his spectacular body spread-eagled on
the sand.  "Perfect," he said.  "Don't move."

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

And a few minutes later he was still in the same crucifixion pose, except
that now his wrists and ankles were roped to stakes that Zack had driven
into the sand.  Hassan's vision of being naked, spread-eagled and helpless
had become reality.  Zack was still towering over him, but now he was
holding the bull-whip that the thugs had used on him the day before.

Hassan twisted his head and looked sideways at his bound wrists, pulling on
them in a vain attempt to loosen them.  With a mild panic of being at
Zack's mercy his eyes opened wide in fear.  "Are you gonna whip me, man?"

Zack's eyes blazed into his.  "I should, dammit."  He paused, raised his
arm, and hurled the whip far away over the sand.  His face broke into a
malicious grin.  "But I have something else in mind ... something more
painful."  He dropped to his knees by Hassan's face.  "See, buddy,
sometimes mental torment can be worse than physical pain.  Now I'm going
for a run and leave you here, helpless.  And while I'm gone, you're gonna
think ... let your mind go."

Hassan looked puzzled.  "And here's what you're gonna think about," Zack
continued.  "I know you already imagined the situation you're in now.
Probably beat off thinking about it.  Well picture it now, the spectacular
Marine staked out naked on the hot sand.  He struggles to get free, flexing
his muscles, starting to sweat.  He looks magnificent, the hot, macho stud,
the ultimate top man, the fighter.  But he got thrashed by the big black
stud and now he's tied up, at his mercy."

Hassan's cock swelled at the thought and he struggled to free his hands.
But Zack continued.  "You know, I had Bob in this exact position.  Think of
that too, Hassan, that man we all find so fucking gorgeous, staked to the
ground naked, in fear of what comes next.  He's afraid because I'm waiting
for a buddy.  The buddy turns out to be Randy and we both work on that
perfect body together."

"But in the end Bob had me tied to the ground.  Look at me, man, the
gorgeous black bodybuilder triumphing over you, but imagine him degraded in
humiliating bondage.  Then picture yesterday when I was spread-eagled in
the door frame, my body striped with marks of the lash."  Hassan's cock was
like iron and he was desperate to touch it.  He had to cum.  Again he
struggled to free his hand.  "Oh, man," he groaned.  "I need to..."

But Zack cut him off.  "Now here's the clincher, man, the image that's
gonna drive you insane.  Instead of me tied up, imagine Mark, the blond
army corporal, stripped to the waist, his magnificent body chained to the
wall.  That's how you had him, man, that's how you tortured him, and you
saw that face, the face of a Greek God, begging you for mercy as you
whipped and fucked him."

Hassan moaned again and his breathing became ragged.  "Now imagine that
Mark never escaped, that you got him out of that prison, took him to your
house in the desert and chained him to the wall in the basement.  Imagine
what you did to him ... every day ... imagine that your prisoner came to
like it, to want it, to need it.  Hear that beautiful muscle-god in chains
begging you to torture him, whip him, fuck him."

"NO!" Hassan screamed, his cock throbbing.  "Don't do this, man.  I can't
take it.  Please man, release one of my hands so I can jack off.  Just let
me touch my dick man.  I've gotta shoot, man."

Zack stood up and said three words, slowly ... "Think about it."  Then he
suddenly turned and ran quickly away into the distance until he disappeared
into a haze of sea-spray and blowing sand.

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

The sun blazed down on the naked Marine as he struggled desperately to free
himself, his muscles writhing in helpless bondage.  His mind was struggling
just as frantically ... to rid himself of the fantasies Zack had planted in
him.  But there too he was helpless.  Far from disappearing, the images
became clearer, more graphic, more erotic.  He saw himself, staked to the
ground, then Bob, that gorgeous stud that he lusted for in secret.

But most of all he saw Mark, all that time ago.  How many times over the
years had he pictured the chained god begging for release, and how many
times had the erotic image made him jack off and shoot a huge load.  In his
fantasy he was jacking off now, the picture was so incredibly hot ... but
he couldn't.  Once again he looked up at his wrists and pulled frantically
at the ropes.  "Please," he screamed into the wind, "I need to touch my
cock ... just once."

As he struggled his pulse raced, his body writhed in despair and blood was
pounding through his cock, gorged with semen waiting for release.  The
images in his mind were driving him mad ...  he saw them all, saw Mark, saw
that beautiful face pouring tears, heard him beg.  Then he shook
uncontrollably as he saw the climax of that scene.  He had fucked Mark's
ass through the bars, tortured his tits, and watched in the mirror as the
chained soldier screamed and shot a huge jet of cum across the cell in an
explosion of raw animal lust.

Hassan was sobbing, his wrists raw as he pulled frantically at the ropes.
He tried to cum, but needed to touch, just touch, his cock.  He tried to
imagine he was stroking his cock as he had done so often before, but it
didn't work.  The orgasm straining for release never came.  He was
desperate to shoot his load but the images in his mind, no matter how
erotic, didn't cut it.

He was in extreme mental anguish.  In his mind he heard Zack's deep voice
describing the brutal images.  Zack ... he needed him ... only he could
release him from his torment.  And at that moment he opened his eyes and
through his tears saw Zack standing over him, arms crossed over his chest,
breath heaving, muscles pouring sweat after his run.  This was the man
responsible for his torment, the man he had fought, who had beaten him and
staked him to the ground.  He was torturing his mind, and here he was
looking down at him in triumph.

Hassan's rugged face, slanted eyes, gazed up desperately at his captor.
"Please, man," he groaned.  "Help me.  I've gotta cum, man.  My cock is in
agony.  Please, sir.  You want me to beg?  I'm begging you, sir.  You've
beaten me, sir.  You've won ... I submit.  I beg you, sir.  Please let me
touch my cock."

Zack watched the naked Marine struggle, his magnificent body writhing in
bondage, pouring with sweat, his handsome dark face thrashing from side to
side.  Zack smiled.  He would not untie him ... but he would release him.
He uncrossed his arms and held them out to the side, displaying his
spectacular physique.  In a trance Hassan heard the deep voice.  "OK, man.
Here I am.  Look at me, Hassan.  I am the best ...I've broken you, made you
beg.  Now I'm setting you free.  Look at me ... and shoot."

As the sun cast a glow around the spectacular black bodybuilder it was as
if his body caught fire.  He was a god, and Hassan could take no more.  He
pulled one last time at the ropes and gazed up into Zack's glorious face.
His body shuddered, his cock jolted.  "Aaaagh!"  His scream shattered the
warm air, challenging the anguished cries of the gulls as they swooped
overhead, gazing down at the incredible scene.

Finally, at long last, Hassan's cock erupted spectacularly, shooting
ribbons of cum high into the air, then splashing down hard onto his face
and his chest until pools of creamy liquid were soaking his smooth olive
skin.  He shot another load, then more, until finally he was spent and his
exhausted sobs were the only sound.  He was aware of Zack dropping to his
knees, cupping his jaw in his hand and turning his face toward him.  The
black face was wreathed in a gleaming smile.

"Now you know me, buddy.  Really know me.  That's what I can do.  I
tortured you, sent you into another world, gave you one hell of an orgasm
... and I didn't even touch you.  Man, you're spectacular.  You're my
brother."

Hassan looked up at him weakly.  "I love you, man.  I love you."

Zack lowered his head and pressed their lips together in a long, ravenous
embrace.

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

But Zack wasn't finished.  He raised himself on his knees and expertly
untied Hassan's ankles.  The exhausted captive thought his arms would be
next.  But no.  Zack was gazing down at him and it was lust that Hassan saw
in the gray eyes.  And then he knew.

"No, man," he said.  "I can't.  I just shot my load.  I'm drained man,
there's nothing left."

"That was my plan, buddy."  Zack grabbed Hassan's legs, hooked them over
his shoulders and with one huge, merciless thrust pushed his long pole deep
inside the Marine's ass.  The pain shot through him like a dagger, but it
quickly dissolved into a sensation of pure euphoria.

"Oh, man!" Hassan groaned.  "Jesus, your cock feels incredible.  Fuck me,
man.  You don't know how often I've jacked off thinking about that huge
black cock inside my ass.  You've beaten me Zack, you're the best, you own
my ass.  Take it, man ... fuck it ... hard."

Hassan's pleading voice transformed Zack into a wild black stallion.  As
his cock pistoned inside the shuddering ass he looked down with
satisfaction at the handsome, exotic face thrashing from side to side
... the square jaw, high cheek bones, jet black hair flying over the high
forehead.  Hassan looked up desperately at the black bodybuilder crashing
down on him and moaned.  "Man, no.  I can't cum again ... not so soon.  I'm
drained, man, finished."

"I'll tell you when you're finished," Zack said, his piston driving into
the tortured ass.

Hassan was drowning in a blur of pain and ecstasy.  His body was on fire,
and suddenly he felt the rod in his ass shudder and explode deep inside
him.  He heard a scream and saw a jet of white cream blast into the air and
fall back into his eyes, momentarily blinding him.  In a daze he realized
what had happened ... the scream and the eruption of semen had been his.
Zack had made him shoot again.  The cum cleared from his eyes, and he saw
the handsome black face staring down at him with a jubilant smile.

"I knew I could make you shoot again, buddy.  There's nothing I can't do if
a guy really turns me on.  And you are one hell of a fucking turn-on,
stud."

Hassan gasped as he felt the long shaft pull out of him and he saw Zack
spring to his feet.  At that moment they both heard the ring from Zack's
cell phone lying on the patio.  Zack walked over to it and flipped it open.
"Hey, kiddo, where are you?  Great, perfect timing.  See you in twenty
minutes, then.  Hey, Darius, you got your camera with you?  Good boy,
`cause I've got something pretty spectacular to show you...that perfect
shot you're always looking for."

He snapped the phone shut, walked back to Hassan and quickly re-roped his
ankles to the stakes.  Startled, Hassan instinctively pulled at his
restraints.  As the muscles flexed Zack looked down at the naked Marine,
staked out bound and helpless, his magnificent body smothered in pools of
cum and sweat.  Zack shook his head.

"Oh man ... my boy is gonna go ape-shit when he sees that!"

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

It was always surprising how much quieter the house seemed whenever Darius
left it.  He had made a noisy departure in Zack's truck at about noon,
after an excited huddle with Pablo and Jamie over what the surprise could
be that Zack had mentioned on the phone, and why he had insisted that
Darius bring his video camera.  After on-pain-of-death promises that he
would bring back a video report as lurid as possible, Darius drove away.

Jamie worked for a while in the office, then Bob let him off early and, as
Mark was still not home from work, the boy went upstairs to keep Pablo
company in Darius's absence.  Soon after that Randy came home and joined
Bob relaxing by the pool.  After a while Randy said, "So where are your
twins?  Strange for them to be gone so long.  Usually they're hovering
around in case you need anything."

Bob smiled.  "It's called devotion, Randy.  You should try it some time."
Randy gave a dismissive snort.  "But you're right," Bob said.  "I'll go
across the street and check their house."

Bob walked across Zack's garden and heard voices coming from the twins'
guesthouse.  He didn't want to intrude on them, so he glanced through the
window first.  His eyes opened wide with surprise and amusement.  Kevin was
lying on the bed, his arms stretched upward, and it looked as if Kyle was
trying to tie his wrists together with a piece of rope.  But he was making
a hash of it, resulting in loud protests from Kevin.

"You're hopeless, dude.  That doesn't work, look I can still get free.
That can't be how Zack did it to Darius."

Bob tapped on their door and walked in.  With rushed embarrassment and red
faces the twins quickly separated and stood up.  Kyle had neglected to hide
the rope and suddenly realized he was still holding it.  Busted!  Bob
smiled and raised his eyebrows questioningly.

"Sir," Kyle stammered.  "I'm sorry, sir, but I ...er ... I was trying to
tie Kevin up."  Realizing that sounded a bit lame, a hurried explanation
came tumbling out.  "See, sir, when I was with Zack and Darius, I watched
Zack tie Darius up ... you know, his arms stretched up to a tree, and
... well, sir ... when I described it to Kevin it sounded kinda hot so I
was trying to do it to him.  We're sorry, sir."

Bob smiled.  "First of all, there's no need to be sorry or embarrassed
about it.  It's called bondage and I agree it can be kind of hot if both
guys want it.  Darius told me about his scene with Zack and I sort of wish
I'd been there with you, Kyle.  Those guys sure know how to put on a show."

Encouraged by Bob's reaction Kevin lost his shyness.  "Thing is, sir,
Kyle's no good at it.  I kept getting free.  Do you think ... I mean, could
you show him how to do it?"

Bob laughed.  "You're asking the wrong guy, Kevin.  Oh, sure, I've been
involved in lots of bondage sessions.  Hell, living with Randy it goes with
the territory.  But he's the expert.  He's the one to teach you."  He saw
them hesitate at the mention of Randy, the rough boss who always scared
them a little, even though they respected and admired him.  "Here," Bob
laughed, "come with me."

Randy was lying on his back on a chaise, sunning himself dressed only in
shorts.  His eyes were closed but he heard a sound beside him.  He opened
one eye and saw Bob and the twins standing beside the chaise.  "What's up,
guys?" he said drowsily.

Bob tried to sound serious.  "Seems that the twins need your help.  They
think that bondage sounds cool and Kyle was trying to tie Kevin up but he
was making a hash of it.  They asked me to help but I told them you're the
expert."

"Damn right," said Randy, opening both eyes now.  He hauled himself up onto
his elbows and gazed at the twins standing nervously before him.  "OK,
kids, you've come to the master.  Now get your asses downstairs to the
basement."

They looked uncertainly at Bob, who reassured them.  "OK, I'll come down
too.  Hurry."

They scuttled off and Randy looked at Bob and shook his head with a smile.
"You and those kids of yours.  I heard that you recruited Mark and Zack to
help with their sex education.  Knew you'd have to come to me in the end."

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

The basement was equipped with gym equipment and a bed.  Its walls had been
witness to many hard-core sex exploits, especially between Randy and Bob.
The twins sat cross-legged on the floor facing Randy who perched on the
edge of the bed.  Bob sat a distance away, a silent observer sprawled in a
chair by the wall.  He watched keenly as Randy looked down at the upturned
faces and began his instruction.

"OK, bondage.  First a few ground rules ... and listen up.  First, every
guy involved has to want it ... even if only deep down."  He shot a
meaningful glance at Bob.  "And as soon as the guy who's tied up wants to
stop, you stop.  Now sometimes the guy says stop but he doesn't mean it
... it's part of the trip, so you might wanna decide on an escape word,
like using your name, for example.

And here's the most important thing of all.  You never, ever, let a guy tie
you up unless you know and trust him.  Never!  If ever I hear that you've
disobeyed that rule I'll personally whip your ass and then fuck it.  Get
it?"

"Yes, sir," they both said, their fear not entirely stifling the stirring
in their cocks at the thought.

Randy pulled toward him a big leather bag he had got from the closet.  "Now
Bob knows this bag well" (another quick glance at him) "but for now I'm
gonna just show you the ropes, as the saying goes.  There's thick rope like
this one, but the best is thinner cord.  But that could cut the wrists so
you might wanna wrap some cloth round them first.'

Across the room Bob's eyes were misting over at the sight of this rugged
construction boss, who could be tough as hell, his anger legendary, now
gently, patiently teaching the shy twins, who were looking up at him with
riveted attention.  A surge of affection swept through Bob, both for the
twins and for the man he worshipped, the man who had used ropes on him many
times and no doubt would again.

"OK," Randy said.  "Stand up Kevin and strip naked.  Might as well make
this look real."  Without hesitation Kevin obeyed.  Although Randy was the
fierce, scary boss, the boy trusted him instinctively.  He was Bob's lover,
after all.  "Now watch, both of you."  Randy took a length of cord and
expertly wrapped it round Kevin's wrists.  When he tied the knot he said,
"Try to get free, Kevin."  The boy struggled but he was bound tight.

"OK, now watch this."  Randy gave a slight tug to the lose end of rope and
it unraveled from around the wrists.  "That's an escape knot," he said.
"If ever the guy suddenly gets in trouble, panics, just a slight pull on
this will set him free.  OK, here we go."  Randy tied a piece of cloth
round Kevin's wrists, then bound them again with rope.  He threw the other
end of the rope up over the chin bar high above Kevin, then pulled it down
and tied the other end to the boy's wrists, pulling his arms straight up.

"Is that how Zack tied Darius ... arms stretched upwards, tight like that?"

"Yes, sir," Kyle said, his eyes glowing, "just like that."  He blushed and
said, "Sir, do you think you could ... I mean maybe I could..."

Randy laughed.  "You want the same treatment as your brother, eh ?  Piece
of cake.  Take your clothes off."  In less than a minute Kyle was bound in
exactly the same position as his brother, his arms stretching up to the
same chin bar, both of them back-to-back.  "Now, try to get free."  The
naked boys pulled and struggled, backs sliding against each other, their
supple young muscles flexing under the overhead lights.  Randy ran his
hands lightly over the smooth skin of their chests, then stood back to
admire his work.

He grinned at Bob.  "Gotta say, buddy, your boys look pretty sensational
like this.  You feeling OK, guys?"  He glanced down and saw both their
cocks standing straight out, rigid as poles.  "No need to answer that,
guys," he laughed.  "Now turn and face each other."  The ropes above them
twisted as they turned and pressed their chests together.  Randy looked
down at the two perfect, identical young asses.  His eyes gleamed as he
rubbed his jaw in thought.

"Let's see, guys, you work for Pablo and Jamie now, right?"

"Yes, sir," they answered in unison.

"So Pablo's your boss, Kyle, and Jamie is yours, right Kevin?"

"Yes, sir."

"They ever fuck you?"

"No, sir.  Not yet sir."

Randy grinned across the room to Bob.  "Hey, Bob, these guys have never
been fucked by their bosses.  Every other guy in this house has had to
submit his ass to his boss.  It's a house ritual.  Gotta complete their
education, buddy.  Go upstairs and tell Pablo and Jamie to get down here,
pronto."

Bob glanced quickly at the twins and saw their eyes shining with
excitement.  He stood up and smiled broadly at Randy.  God, he loved the
man.  As he walked past him toward the door he said softly in Randy's ear,
"You never told me there was an escape knot."

"Yeah, well I don't use it on you.  See you're never gonna escape ... not
from me."

Bob grinned, "You son-of-a-bitch," and went upstairs for the boys.

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" ... Part 117.