Date: Fri, 2 Nov 2012 02:33:23 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 126  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 126
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
  There can be only one ship's captain, but Randy and Zack are both alpha
males.  Their rivalry erupts in a ferocious no-holds-barred wrestling
match.  The winner gets the ass of the loser's boy.  Two muscle-gods, one
black as ebony, the other a dark, handsome gypsy.  The loser pleads:
"You've beaten me, man.  I'm begging you.  I can't take any more.  I
submit."  Later Mark gets an erotic phone call from Jamie.

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

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A TRIAL OF STRENGTH Chapter 126 – "Captain of the Ship"


After Mark had taken Bob on the ultimate fantasy trip they were now lying
naked in bed, the first of seven nights they would spend together.

Bob's thoughts wandered to his lover Randy who was on a fishing trip to
Catalina Island with Zack, Pablo and Darius, in a rented cabin cruiser.
Mark saw the wistful look in Bob's eyes and read his thoughts.  "Call him,
buddy," he smiled.  "He's probably thinking about you right around now."
So Bob called Randy and put him on speaker phone so Mark could hear.

"Trip's going fine," Randy said.  "The boat's perfect and the boys are
thrilled to bits.  I'm up here on deck taking a breather... the guys are
down in the cabins.  It should be a great week ..."

"But ..." said Bob hearing a reticence in Randy's voice."

"Shit, can't hide anything from you, can I?  Oh, I dunno ... you know me,
the way I can be.  Guess I came on a bit strong ... kind of a
`captain-of-the-ship' thing ... and I must've rubbed Zack the wrong way.
You know he don't take shit from anyone and ... I guess I was giving him
shit.  Hell, man, I wish you were here to keep me in check ... to referee,
at least."

"Randy, you two were bound to butt heads at first.  You're like two
stallions staking out your turf.  But you'll sort things out between you.
Thing is, deep down you love and respect each other, so you'll work it out
in your own way.  Just don't screw it up for the boys."

"Oh they're fine ... happy as pigs in shit.  And you know that whatever
happens Darius will be filming it with that damn camera of his.  So don't
worry, you'll get to see it all in living color.  I'd better go below now
to Pablo.  He's probably got that sweet ass of his high in the air waiting
for me to fuck it.  Zack and Darius are already going at it in their cabin.
So everything's fine ... or soon will be.  Hey, Mark, let that man of mine
get some sleep will ya?  And Bob, I love you, man.  I miss you.  Can't wait
to see you.  G'night, buddy."

Bob sighed as he snapped the phone shut, and Mark said, "Well, that's no
more than we expected.  You know Randy ... and Zack.  Put those two studs
in a small space, protective of their boys, and there'll be steam coming
from their nostrils until they both piss on their territory and set some
boundaries."

"Guess so," said Bob, then he laughed.  "Can't wait to see the movie."

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

Randy's request of Mark to "let that man of mine get some sleep" turned out
to be unnecessary.  After the exhausting events of the evening (and after
Bob had evened the score by fucking Mark) the two men slept long and deep,
wrapped in each other's arms.  The next morning Mark reluctantly got up
early for his 8am shift at work, leaving Bob in bed staring at the ceiling.

With a smile on his face (and a growing erection) Bob re-imagined the
entire fantasy that Mark had treated him to, ending in their marathon
love-making.  But in the end his thoughts (and his erection) focused on
Randy, especially their late-night phone conversation.  Knowing Randy and
Zack as well as he did, he was sure Mark had been right ... and he imagined
the two alpha males flexing their muscles in some sort of ritual trial of
strength before things settled down between them.

Mark was right, of course, he always was ... not something that could be
said of Randy, impulsive and quick to anger.  But that's what bound Bob to
Randy ... the excitement of loving a volatile, unpredictable and supremely
beautiful man.  He was still thinking about him when he went into the
kitchen and found the twins waiting breakfast for him.  They had been up
early to make sure Mark had something to eat before he left, but Bob was
working at home today so they had time to talk.

And surprisingly it turned out that the twins had been thinking of Randy
too.  At first they talked animatedly of their role in Mark's fantasy, but
gradually their enthusiasm diminished until they were picking at their food
in what Bob sensed was an uneasy silence.  He smiled at them and asked,
"OK, guys, what's up?  You have problems with what Mark did yesterday?"

"Oh no, sir," Kyle said.  "Nothing like that.  We love Mark ... "

"So?" Bob persisted.

Kevin took over, "Well, sir, Kyle and me were talking last night."

"Uh-oh," Bob smiled, "that usually spells trouble."

"And we were wondering ..." he trailed off uncomfortably, looking
helplessly at Kyle.  Kyle took the bull by the horns and said quickly,
"What Kevin means, sir, is ... well, it's none of our business, but... sir,
are you going to leave Randy for Mark?"

Bob's eyes opened wide in astonishment and he stared at them.  "Whatever
brought that on?"

"Well, sir," said Kevin.  "Mark said that he thought of you and us two as a
small family and hoped he could be part of that family, so we thought ..."

"So you put two and two together and came up with four ... but the wrong
four, kids.  Sure there's a family ... you two, me ... and Randy.  Don't
forget that Mark said "for this week".  This is a kind of vacation where
we're going to have a good time with Mark, and as you can tell Mark and I
love each other a whole lot.  But you gotta get one thing clear.  Randy and
I have something between us that I couldn't begin to describe to you
... hell, we don't even understand it.  But it runs real, real deep and we
know that we will always be together ... and you'll be right there with us.
Now that's family.

"Mark knows all that and he's fine with it.  He's totally in love with
Jamie and can't wait for him to get home from Australia.  In the meantime,
this week Mark and I will make love and have a lot of sex, but when it's
over I'll be back with Randy, and Mark will have Jamie.  See?"

The twins mulled this over for a while, then relaxed.  Kevin brightened.
"I get it.  So for this week it's you and Mark together here at the house,
and Randy and Zack together on the boat."

"Yeah, kinda like that ... yeah."

Kyle added logically, "And Randy and Zack are probably making love right
now the way you and Mark did."

"Well," Bob winced, "I'm not sure I'd go that far..."

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

And he was right not to ... unless Kyle had meant "making love" in the
widest and wildest possible sense.  No, the old hippie saying `make love,
not war' had been upended and a state of cold war hung over the cruiser
anchored off Catalina Island.  And the cold war was bound to heat up.

The problem had started right after they had pushed off from Long Beach.
They were all new to the boat and it took some organizing to get things
ship-shape ... under the firm hand of a captain.  Needless to say, Randy
assumed that role and efficiently began giving orders and assigning tasks.
Pablo and Darius took all this in stride and naturally accepted Randy as
the authority figure.  They were thrilled with the cruiser and, to their
credit, worked hard to get it under way.

Zack was another matter.  He was accustomed to being the authority figure,
with everyone around him always obeying whatever orders he gave.  On the
construction site he was a much admired boss and commanded total respect.
But here he found himself just one of a three-man crew, being ordered
around like the boys.

Zack and Randy were two rugged, alpha males and the love and respect they
felt for each other was always tinged with a competitive edge, a need to
prove their dominance.  Indeed it was precisely their admiration of the
other man's great beauty and their respect for his rugged masculinity that
created this rivalry, and the impulse they both felt to challenge each
other.  There is often a thin line between admiration, envy and rivalry,
and these men were about to cross that line.

Normally when Zack saw Randy in heavy "boss" mode he would simply walk away
and give himself some space.  But here on the boat there was no space,
nowhere to walk away to.  So Zack brooded ... and Randy brooded.  All the
way across the Santa Barbara Channel the tension mounted, and when they
finally anchored a hundred yards off shore dinner was a tense affair.
Afterwards Randy had gone up on deck alone, where he had been when Bob
phoned.

God he wished Bob had been here.  He would have stepped in and cleared
everything up in five minutes.  He was a master of diplomacy ... and Randy
was a master of his fists.  "Shit," he murmured to himself.  "This is
fucking bullshit."  And although the night was clear and starlit, storm
clouds hovered over the boat.

And the storm broke early next morning.  Zack was up on deck while down
below Randy was becoming increasingly frustrated trying to instruct Pablo
on the working of the bilge pumps.  Darius was, as usual, amused by the
goings on and, also as usual, had his camera to his eye, closing in on
Randy and Pablo.  Randy turned suddenly and bumped hard into Darius.
"Shit!"  All the frustration and tension that had been building now spilled
over into anger ... and Darius had the misfortune of being the target.

"For god's sake, boy, what the fuck you think you're doing?  Get that damn
thing out of my face."

Unwisely Darius talked back.  "But it's my camera, sir.  I'm just making a
record of the trip."

"Who needs a damn record?  Put the fucking camera away and try to make
yourself useful for a change, you shithead, or I'll take you and the damn
camera and throw you both over the side.

Immediately the words were out of his mouth and he saw the wounded
expression on Darius's downcast face Randy knew he had gone too far.  Once
again his anger had consumed him.  But he didn't have time to reflect on it
because a hand grabbed his shoulder from behind and whirled him round.
Randy found himself looking into a pair of blazing eyes.

Zack exploded.  "OK, you mother-fucker, that does it.  You can say whatever
you like to me, order me around like a fucking cabin-boy, but attack my boy
like that and you answer to me.  Nobody talks to him like that while I'm
around."

Randy should have backed off ... but Randy never backed off.  "OK,
dickhead, so here I am, answering to you.  And what the fuck you gonna do
about it?"

Zack seethed with anger.  "Man, this has been coming on ever since we left,
you pulling that big stud `Captain Randy' act.  But this time you've pushed
too far ... and it has to be settled.  It's not Darius and his camera
that's going over the side, pal, it's you.  Let's take this up top."

Fuming, they both stormed up on deck.  Zack was yelling at Randy, prodding
him in the chest and Randy pushed back.  In a ritual challenge they raised
their arms high and their hands locked together in a classic wrestling move
as they pushed against each other.  "Asshole," Zack growled.  "You had this
coming.  It's gonna be a pleasure throwing you overboard."

"Oh yeah?" Randy said with a grim smile.  "We'll see about that, pal."

The boys' startled faces appeared at the hatch, watching in awe as the two
muscle-studs, wearing only their boxers, strained for the advantage.  They
were evenly matched and their muscles bulged and flexed as first one man
was pushed to the rail, then the other.  They were pitching from one side
of the deck to the other ... and the inevitable happened.  Locked together
they fell against the low rail and plunged into the deep water below.

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

The boys raced on deck, in time to see them surface, still struggling for
supremacy.  They were in a bear-hug now, heads going under, then
resurfacing.  In a last gasp of strength Randy heaved Zack away from him,
turned and began to swim away from the boat.

They were on the remote south side of the island, anchored a hundred yards
off a small, deserted cove.  Zack knew instantly that Randy was making for
the beach, and he knew too that whoever reached it first had the advantage.
So with long, powerful strokes the two men raced for the shore.

"The dinghy," Darius yelled to Pablo.  "Quick, dude ... into the dinghy."

Quickly they clambered into the small dinghy tied behind the cruiser.
Darius cast off and Pablo began to row frantically toward shore.  Even in
his excitement Darius had not forgotten his camera, which he now trained on
Pablo, his young muscles rippling with the strain of rowing.  "Shit that
looks hot," Darius said.  "Keep rowing dude."

"Darius," Pablo yelled in frustration.  "Don't you ever take anything
serious?"

"Whad'ya mean?  This is way serious.  This is major stuff and I gotta get
it on camera.  You'll thank me later, dude ... row harder."

The tranquility of the small beach was suddenly shattered as two tall,
muscular men burst from the waves, breath heaving, eyes blazing.  Randy was
the stronger swimmer and ran up the beach first.  But Zack was close behind
and knew that he had to rob Randy of the advantage.  He pounded up behind
him and launched himself forward, grabbing him hard round the waist in a
football tackle, bringing them both crashing to the ground.

Zack's arms were locked in a grip of steel round Randy's stomach, as Randy
flexed his rock-hard abs against them.  As they rolled over and over
Randy's arms flailed in a desperate attempt to free himself from the vise.
He maneuvered onto his stomach pressed his palms and knees into the sand,
and with a superhuman effort, forced himself upward against his assailant.
He powered up onto to his feet and Zack lost his grip.

Now the two men paced round each other, their eyes locked on each other,
wary wrestlers searching for an opening.  "Motherfucker," Zack growled.
"You've met your match this time ... it's about time you learned to submit.
You know you can't beat me, asshole."

"Oh yeah?" Randy snarled.  "No way that's gonna happen, pal.  Tell you what
... you beat me and you get to fuck my boy, OK?"

"You're on, man.  That's the stakes, then ... winner takes the ass of the
loser's boy."

Darius and Pablo stared at each other in shock.  "That's us," they said in
unison.  They had pulled the dinghy up on the edge of the beach and were
watching the men circle each other like bulls in heat.  "Wow," Darius said,
"feel sorry for you, dude, when Zack wins and you get to feel that huge
piece of meat up your ass."

"You're full of shit, dude.  Nobody ever tops Randy, you know that."

They turned to watch the fight from a safe distance, and Darius of course
had his camera to his eye.  It was hard for him to keep it steady, though,
as the two muscle gods circled each other.  The men had taken off their wet
shorts and their naked bodies gleamed with sweat and sea-water, the one
black as ebony, and the other with the hard, sinewy body of a gypsy.

They finally came together in a typical wrestler's opening move, one hand
clamped on the side of the other's neck, the other on his shoulder.  Locked
together they pushed and strained, and it was Randy who broke the
stalemate.  He curled his leg round Zack's, yanked it hard and sent Zack
sprawling on his back.  He fell on him in a second, grabbing his neck in a
strangle hold and pounding his head down on the sand again and again.

Zack grabbed Randy's wrists, pulling desperately to pry his hands apart.
But Randy's grip was like steel and Zack was soon feeling dazed and
weakened.  Instinctively he let go of the wrists and, mustering all his
strength, smashed his fist upward against Randy's stomach.  The move winded
Randy enough to make him loosen his grip, giving Zack the chance to roll
away and stagger to his feet.

The blow to Randy's steely abs had not weakened him, but Zack was still
shaking his head, reeling from the beating it had taken.  Through blurred
vision Zack saw Randy's triumphant grin and he launched himself forward.
But he was still off balance and Randy stepped to the side, grabbed Zack's
arm, stooped, and put his shoulder under him, heaving him high up and
stretching his body tight behind his neck.  The black body was sprawled
helplessly on its back across Randy's shoulders, with one of Randy's
upstretched arms over his legs and the other across his neck in a perfect
backbreaker hold.  Randy began to spin round, yelling, "That's it, man,
you're finished.  Submit, asshole."

But Zack refused to give in.  Lying locked across Randy's shoulders he felt
himself spinning round in a helpless blur, knowing he could not escape.
His back felt it was breaking and in a few more seconds Randy would have
won, but he was frustrated by Zack's refusal to submit.  He lifted the body
high in the air, held it up in triumph, then launched it across the beach.
The magnificent black body slammed down on its back on the sand and, as it
spasmed, Zack momentarily blacked out.

Seconds later he came to and looked up in a daze to see the exultant
bodybuilder looming over him.  Zack was too weak and stunned to react, even
when he realized what was coming.  Randy dropped to his knees, grabbed
Zack's ankles and pushed them high in the air.  "You're gonna wish you'd
given up, man," Randy growled.  "This is gonna be much worse."

Randy looked down, spat on Zack's ass and in one swift, agonizing move,
plunged his iron-hard dick deep inside the beaten man.  Zack's scream
echoed round the small cove and his face and body jerked and spasmed with
the pain that speared through him.  This was Randy's ultimate weapon; his
notorious fuck was more brutal than any other pain he could deliver.  The
big black muscle-god was the ultimate top man, powerful, dominant, but now
he was helplessly impaled on the huge, merciless cock of the man who had
thrashed him.

Randy became a machine, his cock a piston as it rammed into Zack's ravaged
ass.  He fell forward and pinned Zack's wrists to the ground, and in his
weakened state Zack knew he could do nothing but endure the vicious
onslaught of Randy's cock.  The pain was making him delirious.  He knew he
could not survive this.  There was only one way to stop it, and he heard
himself shouting, "OK, I submit.  I can't take any more ... I submit!"

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

Minutes later the two men were lying on their backs side-by-side on the
sand.  Both were gazing up at the sky, but there the similarity ended.
Randy was basking in the complacency and arrogance of victory.  He had
beaten Zack and now, the ultimate humiliation, Darius's ass would be his.
But the same realization gripped Zack with a fury that was making his blood
run hot.  Beaten?  Never ... he would never let his boy see him beaten.

Having regained his scattered wits, and fueled by the adrenaline of rage,
he suddenly leapt to his feet with revenge blazing in his eyes.
"Mother-fucker!"  Randy looked up in surprise but his complacency made him
sluggish ... too slow to avoid Zack's next move.  Zack leaned down, curled
his leg round Randy's, then picked up Randy's other foot and fell back on
the ground, twisting Randy's legs like a pretzel in a vicious figure-four
leg lock.  Trapped, Randy's upper body twisted, his arms thrashed and he
screamed as he tried to escape.

"Your turn now, asshole," Zack yelled.  "Let me hear your scream, man."

Randy's back rose up repeatedly, but fell back helplessly each time as pain
tore through his legs.  It went on interminably and Randy was close to
submission when Zack suddenly disengaged.  Stunned, Randy turned over onto
his stomach and tried to crawl away, but the searing pain had weakened him.

Zack dropped to his knees astride him, grabbed his wrists and pulled his
arms behind his back.  He pushed them up toward his neck, so his arms were
bent upward behind him in a brutal hammerlock.  Both men knew that this was
a submission hold if you locked it in right, and both men knew that Zack
had locked it perfectly.  He stood and heaved Randy up to a kneeling
position, all the time applying upward pressure on his arms, bent behind
his back.

Crouched at a distance the boys gasped at the magnificent sight.  The black
bodybuilder loomed over Randy, pulling his arms up behind him with
excruciating pressure.  On his knees the handsome muscle-stud howled with
pain, his abs, chest and shoulders bulging in a helpless display of
tortured beauty.  As searing pain shot through his arms and shoulders the
rugged gypsy face contorted in agony, tousled black hair flying, tears
running down to his stubbled chin.

"Come on, man," Zack yelled.  "I can rip your arms off like this.  You've
gotta submit.  Give up, man."  For emphasis, he yanked the arms viciously
higher and Randy knew he was finished.  The pain was unendurable and he
screamed, "OK, OK ... I submit."

Releasing him Zack threw him contemptuously forward and he fell on his face
in the sand.  With pain now racking his entire body from the two submission
holds, his legs and now his shoulders, Randy began to crawl painfully on
his stomach, trying hopelessly to get away from Zack.  The tall black stud
gazed down at him with a scornful smile.  "Oh, no, man.  You're not going
anywhere.  I've not done with you.  You lost ... and now I'm gonna hear you
beg."

Dazed as he was, Randy knew what was coming.  Zack looked down and grinned
"Wow, will you look at that ass?  Now that's an ass that's not used to a
cock inside it, especially a big black club."  His gaze moved up over the
muscular expanse of the superb V-shaped back.  "And that's the gorgeous
body of a man who's always on top, never gets beaten, never submits.  Until
now!"

Pushing the small of Randy's back down even harder into the sand Zack moved
his hips forward and took pleasure in hearing Randy scream as the huge
black rod entered him and buried itself deep in his gut.  Randy was not the
only man who knew how to use his cock as a weapon.  Anger still coursed
through Zack's body, pulsed through his veins and through his cock.  He
pulled it back and speared Randy's ass again ... and again and again.

His ebony muscles gleamed and flexed as he poured every ounce of his
strength into the torture of the bodybuilder's ass.  Once again the cove
rang with screams, Randy's this time as he tried desperately to steel
himself against the agony in his ass and flashing through his entire body.
His arms stretched forward and he clawed the sand in a hopeless attempt to
crawl forward.  "No use, man," Zack yelled in triumph, "you can't get away.
Give up.  You know you have to.  I can plough your ass forever and you know
you can't take it.  The longer you hold out the worse it is.  I've broken
you, man, and I wanna hear you submit again to your black master."

The pain in Randy was reaching a crescendo and he knew he had no choice.
He gritted his teeth and endured the agony till the last moment, but
finally screamed, "OK ... I submit.  I give up.  Stop, man, I can't take
any more."

"What," Zack said, "is that all you got, man?  Come on, asshole, you can do
better than that.  Let me hear you beg."

The shattered muscle-god would say anything now to make the pain stop.
"Aaah, my ass!  OK, man, I'm begging you.  Please stop the pain ... please,
man, I can't take any more.  You've beaten me, man, broken me.  Please,
sir.  You win ... I submit, sir."  There was a moment's stillness, then he
screamed one last time as the cock jerked out suddenly in a final flash of
searing pain.  Zack stood up and glared down at the shuddering body.

"Good," he said.  "Now we're even.

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

At last Darius lowered his camera.  Both boys were nervous now and Pablo
said, "What now?  This doesn't look good, dude."

The men were in the ocean, washing off the sand and sweat, soothing their
battered muscles in the cool water.  But this was not a friendly swim.
"Now we're even," Zack had said, and that was the problem.  Sure, they had
vented their roiling anger in tumultuous physical combat until their bodies
were sated, but still their minds seethed with the remnants of their
rivalry.  Nothing had been decided.  They were even, they had both won, and
they both intended to claim their prize.

Grimly they walked out of the surf and up the beach.  For the first time
they looked at the boys and Randy ordered, "Get over here, on your backs,
head to head."  Pablo and Darius saw the steely, determined look in both
their masters and hurried to obey.  They lay on their backs, not
side-by-side but head-to-head as ordered, their faces inverted beside each
other.  Briefly they turned their heads sideways and looked into each
other's anxious eyes.

Randy dropped to his knees at Darius's feet and Zack knelt at Pablo's.  The
men stared defiantly at each other, grabbed the ankles before them and
pushed the legs high.  They eased forward and were so engrossed in each
other's challenging gaze that they were almost unaware of the boy's cries
of pain as they plunged their cocks inside them.

This was not about the boys.  They were being ignored as Randy and Zack
pitted their strength against each other in one last deciding contest.  It
was as if they were fucking each other, completing the punishment they had
broken off earlier.  And so, staring at each other, daring each other, they
fucked ... hard ... defiantly.  The more they could hurt the other's boy
the more complete was their revenge for having been beaten and humiliated.

The boys were frightened now as they entered an unfamiliar world.  This was
not their master's fuck that they had so often experienced ... and enjoyed.
This was not their master.  It was his opponent, intent on hurting his
rival's boy to prove his dominance.  Again they turned to look at their
friend as the full realization of their predicament hit them.  They gained
strength from each other's eyes ... and they needed it.  They heard the men
taunting each other.

"Think your cock can be brutal, asshole?" Zack said.  "Well feel this," and
he rammed his cock deep inside Pablo."

Randy sneered, "That all you got, man?  Now this is what I call a real
fuck."  Darius yelled as he felt the full impact of Randy's steel rod
piercing him.

The tempo and fury accelerated as the men increased the pressure, their
pistons ramming into the young asses beneath them.  They were carried away
by their lust for revenge, their fury and ferocity consuming them.  Their
eyes blazed at each other, they were becoming lost in an insane world of
unthinking combat.  But not quite lost ... even in the fog of intense
passion they heard, as if in the distance, the anguished howls of young
voices.

Their eyes faltered and simultaneously each man looked down at the
suffering young face beneath him, eyes streaming with tears.  Suddenly
reality hit Zack and Randy like a hammer.  They shook their heads and
reentered the world of sanity.  What the fuck were they doing?  These were
boys, their boys, innocent, hostile to no one.  The men's anger toward each
other had consumed them, warped them, to the point that they were taking
revenge on their boys.

"Oh my god," Randy gasped, gazing down at Darius.  "What have I done?  I
hurt you, boy.  Your ass, your beautiful ass.  Oh man, forgive me,
Darius... let me put this right."  He was transformed from an agent of
revenge to a soothing, loving master.  His cock now moved slowly, tenderly,
massaging the inflamed membrane of Darius's plundered ass.

The same realization transformed Zack.  "Pablo ... Pablo I'm sorry.  God,
I'm sorry.  I must be insane."

"It's OK, sir," said Pablo weakly.  "Please, sir, would you fuck me as if
you love me?"

And so, after having been fucked savagely, the boys now felt the most
gentle, soothing love-making they could remember.  They watched the men
above them, men who had so recently behaved like maddened bulls, fighting,
fucking in anger and revenge, now rising and falling gently over them with
the simple desire of making love.

Randy and Zack looked at each other with a rueful smile, and in that brief
moment peace was restored.  It had taken their boys to bring them to their
senses, and now that old hippie saying had at last been turned
right-side-up ... they were making love, not war.

The end was as loving as the beginning had been cruel.  As the boys felt
warm juice pouring inside them all their pain dissolved in the soothing
balm bathing their wounded bodies.  They looked up at the handsome faces
smiling down at them as their own youthful orgasms erupted in a joyful
display of love and forgiveness.

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

They changed partners.  Randy folded Pablo in his arms and Zack hugged
Darius tight.  No words were uttered or needed as the boys felt themselves
embraced by the strong, protective arms of their masters.  The fight had
been an aberration, and they all knew it.  Randy and Zack had gone through
another rite of passage (inevitable if they stopped to think about it) and
the serenity that now followed was like the sun emerging from the clouds
after a storm.  They all rose slowly to their feet and Randy took a step
back and addressed them.

"OK, guys, just one last short speech from me.  Now this is something you
don't hear every day of the week ... almost never, in fact.  `I apologize.'
I've been an asshole, arrogant and overbearing.  Zack, I love and respect
you and I've treated you like shit.  Pablo, Darius, you got dragged into
this and we punished you instead of ourselves.  I'm sorry ... and from now
on there's gonna be no more `captain of the ship' bullshit ... just four
guys out to have a great week together.  OK?"

Zack reached forward and they shook hands warmly.  Then Zack turned to the
boys.  "Guys, why don't you take the dinghy back to the boat and break out
the fishing gear?  Randy and I need a few minutes to mend a few fences
between us.  Then we'll swim back and join you."

As Pablo rowed the dinghy back out to the boat, he and Darius saw the two
beautiful men embracing on the beach.  "How's your ass feeling, dude?"
Darius asked.

"Awesome," Pablo grinned.  "That man of yours sure knows how to fuck.
Guess everything worked out for the best, eh dude?"

"Yeah," Darius agreed, "except for one thing."  He stroked his camera
lovingly.  "I wish to hell I'd have got that apology on video.  Now that
would have been one for the record books."

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

Far from the turbulent waters off Catalina the atmosphere back at the house
was one of peace and serenity.  Bob, Mark and the twins were in a kind of
dream-world where time slipped sideways and one day blended imperceptibly
into the next.  One afternoon Mark was lying on a chaise by the pool.  Bob
was due back from work shortly, and the twins were busy in the kitchen, so
Mark was alone, his thoughts meandering luxuriously.

But he was thinking not of the guys on the boat, nor of the twins or even
Bob.  As so often happened he was picturing his beautiful boy Jamie,
wondering what he was up to, hoping he was enjoying his far-off vacation
with Nate.  He knew what time it was in Sydney (17 hours ahead) and he
concocted images of where his boy was and what he was doing.

It must have been telepathy ... when two people are so much in love it
sometimes works like that.  Mark's cell phone rang.  He answered and his
face lit up.  "Hey there, kiddo, I was just thinking about you."

"I had a feeling you might be, sir.  How are you doing with Bob and the
twins?"

"Terrific.  But what's more important is you and your trip with Nate.  What
you up to, kid?"

"Oh, sir, it's awesome.  We're having a great time.  Adam's been taking us
all over Sydney and I love it.  Adam's the QANTAS flight attendant I told
you about that we met on the plane.  He's been really kind, and tomorrow
he's taking us and our surfboards up to the Great Barrier Reef."

A note of uncertainty crept into Mark's voice.  "Yeah well ... are you sure
about this guy ... this Adam?  You're young, kid, and guys often want
something in return for their kindness ... especially from a hot young stud
like you."

"No problem there, sir, we worked all that out.  Adam told us right off he
was attracted to us and would like to have sex with us, but I told him I
was in love with the most gorgeous man in the world back in L.A. and the
only guys I have sex with are you and now Nate sometimes.  He understood
perfectly.  Now Nate's different ... he's freer, kind of ... so he checked
with me and I said go for it, so he had sex with Adam this afternoon."

Mark frowned, "And you're OK with that, Jamie?"

"Oh yes, sir.  I mean Nate and I are best friends ... fuck buddies too
... but he's free to do whatever he likes.  I figured it's a bit like Bob
and Randy.  I mean, I'm sure you and Bob are having lots of sex, and
probably Randy is fucking with Zack, but when Randy comes back he and Bob
will still be lovers.  And look at Pablo ... his lover is Darius but he
gets fucked by Randy.  Not to mention Steve and Lloyd, when they ..."

Mark was laughing, "Hey, hey, kiddo, enough.  OK, I got the picture.  But
how about you?"

There was a pause.  "Well, sir, that's one reason I called."  Another
pause.  "See, I miss you like crazy, sir.  I think of you all the time
... even dream about you ... and I jerk off a lot thinking about you
fucking me.  Like, right now, sir, Nate's gone out grocery shopping and I'm
lying on the bed naked, holding my cock, and ...

"... and I'm lying by the pool in just my boxers and ... hell I've got a
huge bulge in them just hearing your voice... here let me grab that."  He
pulled out his dick and sighed.  "So here I am, as I often am, stroking my
cock thinking of my beautiful boy.  Like when I come home from work, hot
and horny in my uniform and ..."

"... and you order me to take it off you, sir.  I take your shirt off and
get hard looking at your gorgeous body.  Then I take your boots off and
feel your foot pushing against my naked ass.  Then I lie on the bed waiting
for you sir, waiting to get my ass fucked by the most beautiful cop in the
world ..."

"... and the cop gazes down at that spectacular ass, the perfect white
globes, the tan line, and that fuzz of soft blond hair round the hole.  Oh
man, I can't wait to push my cock inside it, boy.  And when I do! ... aaah,
the warmth, the softness ... I have to stop myself from cumming right
there, because I want to fuck you, Jamie, fuck your sweet ass for a long,
long time ... You feel it, Jamie?  You feel the cop's big shaft sliding
into your ass?"

"Yes, sir ... it feels sooo good, my master's huge rod inside me, going
deep into that private place only you know, then pulling out and sliding in
my ass again.  And I look up at your gorgeous face and it's smiling,
smiling because you love me ..."

"... and you see the gorgeous body of that naked muscle-god rising and
falling over you, his muscles flexing as he pushes into your ass.  You see
that, Jamie?"

"Oh yes, sir.  It looks awesome, sir, and your cock feels so good in my ass
while I beat my meat ..."

"... and I fuck you for a long, long time, Jamie, until we both know it's
time.  I tell you I'm close and I order you to cum, and you obey.  Oh man,
I love to watch you shoot all over that beautiful, golden body.  Come on,
Jamie, cum for me.  I'm so hot, real close, I can't hold back any more,
kiddo, I'm gonna explode inside you ... here it comes, boy ... aaah!"

"My heart's beating so fast, sir.  That gorgeous cop is shooting his huge
load in my ass because he loves me ... and I'm his boy ... I love you, sir
... aaaah!"

And on opposite sides of the world there were two spectacular orgasms from
two spectacular men, one a muscular Greek god, and the other his golden,
blond surfer.  For a long time there was just heavy breathing on the phone.
Then came Jamie's voice.  "Sir, when I'm missing you a lot, which I do all
the time, is it OK if I ... well ..."

"Jamie, you call me as often as you like.  In fact I'm ordering you to.  Is
that clear, boy?"

Mark could hear the smile in Jamie's voice.  "Yes sir.  Loud and clear.
Thank you, sir.  Oh, I think Nate's just come in with the groceries.  Gotta
go.  I love you sir ..."

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

Just as Mark shut off his phone Bob came home from work.  He walked over to
Mark and smiled as he looked down at the gleaming body smothered in cum.

"The twins?"

"No ... Jamie.  On the phone from Sydney."  They both laughed and Bob said,
"Here, let me get my clothes off and we'll go lie on the lawn by the
wall. There's still some sun over there."  A few minutes later they were
side by side, soaking up the remains of the sun.  At first they were
unaware that just above them, behind the kitchen window, the twins were
still preparing dinner.  But soon they heard them talking.

Unlike the painful experience Pablo and Darius had gone through, the twins
were experiencing total harmony.  Now that Bob had cleared away any doubts
they had about his relationship with Randy they understood that this week
with Bob and Mark was like a vacation ... new rules, new family ... just
for the week.  And the twins were being treated as members of that family
with absolute kindness.

Maybe too much kindness ...  when Bob was with Randy there was more
authority in the air, and the twins loved authority.  It was one of their
joys to show their devotion to the master by serving him, waiting on him,
obeying instructions.  In short, they loved being boys, subservient to
their glorious master.

"I mean," said Kevin, "it's all very nice to lounge around with Bob and
Mark, but ..."  "Yeah," Kyle agreed, completing his thought.  "Most guys
would pay good money to trade places with us, but..."

The mention of payment struck a note in Kevin's mind.  "Hmm, remember when
we first came here?  After we tried to steal Bob's car he forgave us and
agreed to take us in as houseboys, and we'd get paid for our work.  We had
to be real careful to follow orders and serve his every need, remember?"

"Yeah," Kyle said dreamily.  "That was great, standing there waiting for
the next order from him, doing what we could to please him.  It was so
cool.  I mean, it was almost like we were boys-for-hire.  Still, that was
in the past.  Now he loves us and we're his boys, so he doesn't order us
around like he used to.  Not any more ... those days are gone."

"Maybe not," Bob murmured quietly below the window.  Mark looked over and
grinned at Bob.

"I see that mind of yours ticking over, buddy.  I think I can read your
thoughts and I like what I'm reading."

"Yeah," said Bob.  "Maybe it's time for the twins to take another spin on
the fantasy wheel."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" ... Chapter 127