Date: Wed, 23 Jan 2013 01:48:41 -0500 (EST)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 141  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 141
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
   Once again Adam is at Zack's mercy, tied up, one dominant muscle-god in
a trial of strength with another master.  Adam is defiant.  "That's it,
man?  That all you got?  You think I can't take it?  I can take anything
you throw at me, man."  Randy and Bob get ideas when they see him "naked,
spread-eagled, his straining muscles stretched on the rack."  Later Adam
meets Hassan.  "I need to talk to you about Nate."


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


A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - CHAPTER 141 – "Adam Gets Zacked – Hassan Gets Nate"


Lying in a daze in the dirt Adam slowly opened his eyes and as his vision
began to clear he saw the blurred outline of two muscular bikers standing
over him, dressed in full leather.  He moaned in confusion.  Then they
became distinct ... Shit damn ... Zack and his boy.

Zack and Darius had returned from their trip to the desert to find what
they thought was an intruder prowling around the grounds of the main house.
Zack had tackled him from behind but the intruder was tough and inflicted
painful damage to Zack's ribs and balls.  When Zack finally subdued him he
flipped him over onto his back and for the first time they saw his face.

"Holy shit," Darius gasped.  "It's Adam."

In a daze the rugged Australian explained breathlessly.  "The airline
assigned me to work an L.A. flight at the last minute ... I called Mark
when I landed ... he said they were on their way back and to come on over
... wait for them.  I had Jamie's key to the gate.  Hell, what the fuck do
you think I was doing?  You could've fucking killed me, asshole ..."  But
his voice died in his throat as he saw the gray eyes of the leather-god
blazing down at him.

Adam: ... dominant, muscular alpha male, the handsome Aussie stud every man
longed to get fucked by.  Only one man had ever topped him ... Zack.  The
last time Adam was here Zack had tied him up, whipped him, made him crawl
in submission.  And Zack was the only man ever to fuck him.  For the first
time in his life Adam had surrendered to another man.

And now, as he gazed up at the muscular leatherman towering over him, he
found himself lusting for more.  No matter that he was guilty of no more
than defending himself.  Right and wrong were irrelevant.  Adam wanted Zack
just as badly as he had wanted him that first time.

Zack was rubbing his painful balls and ribs.  "You fucker," he growled.
"You hurt me, man ... hurt me bad.  You know I can't let that go
... especially from you.  You know I have to punish you, stud, don't you?"

"I can take whatever you throw at me, man," Adam said in a defiant
challenge to the dominant black muscle-god.

"OK, man.  On your feet."

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

Minutes later Zack and Darius gazed in awe at the tall, handsome
Australian, the rugged master who took no shit from anyone, submitted to no
man.  He was buck naked, his muscular body spread-eagled between two trees,
wrists and ankles roped, arms stretched up and out, legs spread wide apart.
As he pulled hopelessly at the ropes his straining muscles gleamed in the
sun and his eyes were locked on the steel gray eyes of his captor, awaiting
his fate.

Zack faced him with a grim smile.  "So, we have an hour before all the guys
get home.  Let's give them something to feast their eyes on when they walk
through the gate.  Man I'm gonna enjoy this.  Darius ... give me the whip."

Darius handed him the whip then ran outside to get his camera from the
truck.  When he returned he stayed in the background and watched.  This was
a contest strictly between the masters.  All that a boy could do was watch
... and film.

Zack had come up close to Adam, holding the shaft of the whip under his
chin and prodding his face up so the prisoner was forced to gaze into his
eyes.  There was no fear in Adam's eyes.  Even though he was helplessly
tied, a naked captive, he was still a tough alpha male and stared defiantly
at Zack.  Above all Adam wanted to show this mesmerizing black muscle-stud
that he was tough enough to take anything from him, that he was truly a
master, his equal.

"So," Zack said, "we're gonna take up where we left off last time.
Remember how I told you about the guy I once tied to a tree and whipped?"

"I remember."

"And that's what you've been longing for.  Tell me ... those shorts of mine
that I gave you last time, stinking of my sweat, my piss and cum.  What you
been doing with them, man?  Come on ... the truth."

The look was defiant again.  "You know what the fuck I've been doing, man.
Every night I pressed the shorts to my face and I've busted my load
thinking of you ... tying me to that tree, whipping my body and fucking my
ass.  I was back there, crawling naked in the dirt and licking my master's
boots."

"Good.  Now, last time you swore you would not let any other man top you or
fuck you until you came back here to me.  Did you keep your word?"

"Shit, man, of course I did.  What kind of a guy do you think I am?  Oh,
I've fucked plenty of guys since then, tied some of them up, treated them
rough.  They all know I'm a master and if I order them to crawl to me they
crawl.  They think of it as a privilege." ...  He paused and the defiance
drained out of him.  "But with you it's different, Zack.  When you work me
over you make me feel like the toughest guy on earth.  No, I've had no
other master but you."

Zack gazed at him long and hard.  Adam looked up at his bound wrists and
pulled at them hard in frustration.  He realized Zack was toying with him
and anger flared in his eyes.  "Come on, man, what the fuck are you waiting
for?  What, you think I can't take it?  Think I'm not tough enough?  Maybe
it's you that's scared of hurting me.  You wimping out?  Maybe you don't
have the guts to whip a guy who's tougher than you ... aagh!!"

The whip suddenly flashed through the air and lashed across the slabs of
Adam's pecs.  Adam's taunts had been a challenge, and one that Zack met
with force.  And he didn't hold back.  Again and again he lashed the
prisoner's chest, coiling the whip round his torso so the tip bit into his
back.  He smiled with grim satisfaction as he watched the spectacular naked
body writhe helplessly, the muscles flexing and bulging as the captive
yanked desperately at the ropes round his wrists and ankles.

Darius had a devil of a job keeping his camera trained on the suffering
man.  The boy had almost creamed his shorts when he first saw Adam
spread-eagled naked between the trees.  And now he gazed in awe at the
image of the gorgeous body jerking in pain under the lash, one dominant
muscle-god enduring a trial of strength at the hands of another master.

What turned Darius on the most was the defiance in Adam's eyes.  The tough
Australian made no sound, there were no screams as he locked eyes with the
black man in leather vest and chaps wielding the whip.  He had submitted to
Zack before but now his desire was to prove himself to this incredible man.
He wanted to prove his strength, his endurance, his ability to withstand
the pain of the whip.  He had never been dominated like this by any man,
but he had fallen under Zack's hypnotic spell.  He wanted to be his equal,
and for that he had to take whatever punishment the leatherman dished out.

He gave voice to his defiance.  "That's it, man?  That all you got?  Shit
man, if it was me whipping a guy he'd be begging by now.  Come on, stud.
Show me what you got."

The taunts drove Zack wild.  He was the man with the whip ... Adam was at
his mercy.  And yet Zack had a feeling he was losing the contest to this
rugged man.  He knew from their brief fight in the dirt that the man was
tough, but his endurance now was something he had never met in a man.

"OK, asshole, you asked for it," Zack growled as he lashed his chest, abs
and bulging thighs.  "Let's see you survive this, stud.  Man, I love
torturing a gorgeous muscle-god like you until I hear him beg.  You're
gonna submit by shooting your load from that beautiful piece of man-meat
you got hanging there.  Come on, stud, you know you have to give up."

But Adam didn't.  It was as if he didn't feel pain, and Zack knew that he
had lost this round.  He knew that a whipping, no matter how brutal, would
never make this man submit.  It was Zack who felt the bitterness of defeat
as he lowered the whip and locked eyes with Adam, with a mix of anger and
intense admiration.

Here was a real man, a man whose strength he could admire, respect ... and
desire.  And now it was desire that consumed Zack.  He had an overwhelming
need to press their bodies together, to touch his flesh, join with him
... be inside him.  He wanted to have sex with him and make it so good the
man would finally shoot his load in surrender.

He threw down the whip and came close so their eyes were inches apart and
be said softly, "Man, you are one hell of a hot mother-fucker.  You won
that one, Adam.  I yield round one to you.  I have never seen a man take a
beating like that and still defy me.  God, I want you, man.  You are so
fucking gorgeous, that magnificent body of yours hanging in bondage, your
flesh striped by the whip.  I am so hot for you ... you know what comes
next."

"I've known it all along, man."  With the pain subsiding Adam managed a
grim smile and was able to speak through his heaving breaths.  "Sure, I
wanted to prove I was worthy of you by taking a beating.  But all those
nights I lay thinking about you it wasn't about the whip.  No, I shot my
wad imagining your cock in my ass.  You're the first man ever to fuck me
and I've longed for it again ever since.  Whip me all you want, man.  From
you I can take it ... I love it.  The pain in my body is nothing ... what I
want is the pain in my ass from that huge black club of yours.  Zack, you
know what it takes to make me surrender.  Do it, man."

"Shit," Zack said, "I could bust my load just by looking at you, man.  But
I know what we have to do.  For men like us the whip is nothing ... just a
trial of strength.  We need more than that.  Oh man, more than anything in
the world right now, I need to fuck your ass."

His face came closer and their mouths locked in a ravenous, churning
embrace.  Zack grabbed Adam's head and pulled him hard against his lips,
probing with his tongue, reveling in the taste and smell of raw
masculinity.  It was driving Adam wild as he tugged helplessly at the
ropes.  He pulled his head back and moaned, "You're driving me insane, man.
My body's burning from the beating, my ass is on fire.  For god's sake,
man, fuck me.  You want me to beg, is that it?  OK, man I'm begging.
Please ... I need your cock in my ass, sir.  Please ..."

Zack smiled, knowing who was on top now.  Shit, the man was already
begging.  He moved behind him and pressed his chest to his back, sliding
his cock between the mounds of his ass `til the head came to rest against
the hole.  He reached round and ran his hands over the hard muscles of the
chest, over the angry welts left by the whip.  "Oh, man, that fucking body
of yours ... it looked so beautiful bouncing under the whip.  Now for your
ass.  Wait for it, man ..."

Zack was a master of torture.  He pressed the head of his cock harder
against the quivering hole and it was almost inside when suddenly he pulled
away, gripping Adam's hips and pushing them away from him.  Adam screamed
with frustration.  "NO!  For god's sake man ... my ass ... Please, sir.
Don't torture me like this."  He was sobbing now.  "I need your rod in my
ass.  Please man, I've gotta have ...Aaagh!"

His screams echoed round the hills as Zack suddenly yanked on Adam's hips,
forcing his ass onto his huge pole in one vicious thrust, ramming his cock
deep inside the tortured man's gut.  He pulled back, all the way out, then
slammed it in deep again.  It was like a piston gathering speed as it
drilled into his burning ass.  The pain was far worse than the whip,
spiking through Adam's body like shafts of lightning.  And he was in
ecstasy.  His head thrashed from side to side, tears pouring from his eyes,
his body twisting and writhing, impaled on the long black pole.

Darius was rooted to the spot, mechanically training the camera on the
unbelievable sight of the tortured muscle-god, his striped and naked body
being jackhammered from behind.  Adam was screaming as Zack pushed the
captive's hips forward, then pulled them back hard onto his cock, driving
his rod inside him until his pubic hair smashed against the rock-hard
globes of his ass.  It went on and on, sending Adam into a delirious blur
of pain and infinite pleasure.

Finally Zack sensed that even Adam's superior strength was giving out but
he knew the defiant man would lose consciousness before he would scream his
submission.  Time for the last act, Zack thought ... and suddenly all
movement stopped.  Adam's ass came to rest with the long shaft buried deep
inside him.  His body was shuddering, his ass was on fire ... and he had
never felt so alive.  In his delirium he heard Zack's voice breathing in
his ear.

"You are one hell of a man, Adam.  God, there's nothing that beats fucking
a big muscle-stud like you, a beautiful alpha male who never submits.  But
now, I'm gonna make you submit.  I could have done this right away, but
first I needed to see how much you could take ... from the whip and my
cock.  I knew that would never force you to surrender ... but this will
..."

Slowly he pulled his cock back, then slid it back in, past the raw
membrane, deeper and deeper `til it rested against the inner sphincter.  He
paused, then eased the head over the sphincter and into the deepest chamber
of the man's ass.  He felt Adam's body shudder and heard him moan, "Oh god,
I've never felt anything like that.  Shit, man, what are you doing to me?"

"Making love to you, Adam, to a man who is my equal, a man who deserves
only the best.  And now, at last, you will submit to me ... at last I'll
hear those words from your mouth.  This is it, man."  Gently Zack pulled
his cock back over the inner sphincter.  He paused then pushed the head in
again.  The rhythm was gentle but persistent.  He was massaging the most
sensitive part of Adam's ass with the head of his cock, passing over the
sphincter and back, in and out of the warm, deep chamber.

Adam's breathing became ragged, his eyes opened wide and he moaned in
ecstasy.  His world, his whole existence, was reduced to one sensation, the
exquisite feeling in his ass that flashed through his whole body and set it
on fire.  He had no resistance left.  Zack had defeated him as he knew he
would.  His body shuddered, he felt heat rising up his legs into his balls,
felt hot juice racing from his balls, through the length of his cock
... then blasting out in a massive, scorching orgasm as he screamed, "I
submit ... I submit to you, sir ... you're my master ... .I love you ...!"

Darius watched in awe as the magnificent body, impaled on the huge black
rod, thrashed violently in the ropes and a huge stream of white juice
poured out of the cock, high in the air, splashing to the ground far away.
Adam heard Zack's deep-throated moans, felt his hot cum blasting deep
inside his ass, and he watched in disbelief as his own cock poured streams
of semen onto the ground.

Suddenly he felt the long rod pulling out of his ass and he saw Zack
standing before him, heard his voice.  "Man, you are fucking spectacular.
You deserve this, stud."  Zack held his own cock, pointed it upward, and it
blasted a second load of cum up high, splashing into Adam's face, then
streaming down his chest and abs.

"Come here, boy."  Darius put down the camera and ran to stand beside his
master.  "Look hard at this, boy.  You will rarely see a man like this, a
top-man, a master, who has been tied, spread-eagled, has endured the
torture of the whip and the pain of a huge rod in his ass, who has busted
his load in submission, and still remains a proud master.  You have my
permission to show your respect to this magnificent man.

Darius understood.  He pulled from his jeans the huge cock that had been
rigid all the time and didn't even need to stroke it.  Just as Zack had
done he held it up and watched his own juice arc high in the air and splash
into Adam's face, mixing with Zack's as if flowed down the superb body,
over the angry marks of the lash like a healing balm.

Zack took a step back, surveyed his muscular, cum-soaked captive and gave a
satisfied smile.  "Well, well.  I promised I would give the guys something
incredible to feast their eyes on when they walked through the gate, and
there's nothing more magnificent than this.  It'll blow them away."  Then
to Darius, "Come on kid ... home."

They turned and Zack threw his arm over his boy's shoulder as they walked
toward the gate, heading for Zack's house across the street.  "Hell of a
weekend, kiddo," Zack grinned.  "First my slave-boy puts on a spectacular
show and gets treated like a rock star, then two straight bikers share a
bed, and the next day young Eddie makes love to your cock.  And now we've
watched the gorgeous Aussie get whipped and fucked.  Tough act to follow.
Any idea what the hell we'll do for an encore?"

Adam heard their laughter fading into the distance and then there was
silence.  The handsome muscle-stud was alone, helpless, spread-eagled
between the trees.  He moaned, his body sagged in the ropes and his head
fell forward on his chest in utter exhaustion.

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

The two parallel trips home, from the lake and the dunes, were equally
festive.  All the men had had a memorable trip and learned a thing or two.
Randy and Bob in the front seat of the truck were nursing hard-ons in their
pants as they thought over the way Bob had turned the tables on the boss,
tying him up and working him over.  Both of them silently nursed a secret
lust for more of the same.

In the back seat the twins were hanging on Pablo's every word.  He was
their hero for rescuing them from the lake, even though he had been
excessive in punishing them.  Once again it had fallen to his own hero,
Randy, to teach him what it takes to be a master.  Billy the dog performed
his usual flamboyant act of clambering and drooling over everyone.

And in the truck speeding south from the dunes the seating plan had
changed.  Hassan was no longer in the front seat with Mark.  He had elected
to sit in the back seat with Nate.  Jamie was in haven beside Mark, more in
love than ever after their adventure in the dunes.  Hassan and Nate chatted
quietly with a new intimacy, reliving their military fantasy trip and
talking about their plan for Nate to spend a day and a night with Hassan
each week.

Another topic featured large in Nate's conversation ... Adam.  He had
called Mark from the airport alerting him of his unexpected visit and Mark
said he was probably already at the house waiting for them.  Nate spoke
about him with such enthusiasm that Hassan suspected, with a trace of
regret, that Nate already thought of himself as Adam's boy.

With eager cell-phone coordination between Jamie and Pablo, the two parties
joined up for a quick bite to eat at a highway truck-stop, then headed for
home in a two-truck convoy.

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

When the trucks drew up at the gate it was quite a scene as four men got
out, then five boys and a dog tumbled after them.  There was noisy chaos
for a minute, with Billy creating havoc barking joyously and getting
tangled in everyone's feet.

"Quiet!" yelled Randy, glaring at the boys.  "Now let's leave all the gear
here for now and get sorted out inside."  He strode to the gate, pushed it
open and walked in ... then stopped rooted to the spot.  "Jesus Christ."
The others crowded in behind him and gaped, their jaws dropping in
amazement.  They couldn't believe it.

On the other side of the garden was a naked man tied, spread-eagled,
between two trees.  His superb body hung helplessly from the ropes,
gleaming under the sun, his muscles bulging and straining as if stretched
on the rack.  The slabs of his chest were striped with angry red welts, and
what appeared to be semen dripped from his face and flowed down his body.
He had clearly been whipped and apparently ass-fucked judging by the semen
running down his legs.

His head hung down limply, his face obscured, but the noise of the group's
arrival stirred him.  Slowly he raised his head and, with the shock of
recognition they all gazed at the handsome, rugged, cum-streaked face.
Adam!

Conflicting emotions raced through the group but one thing was universal.
They all had raging hard-ons as they stood in awe of the spectacular
muscle-god strung up before them.  It was Randy who reacted first.  "Shit
damn ... the guy's been Zacked."

There was movement in the group, an instinct to surge forward, but Randy
spread his arms as a signal to hold back.  He alone walked forward and
stood facing the alpha-male, superb in his degradation.  Their eyes locked
... and Randy immediately recognized the defiant look of a proud master.
There was silence, as if the garden itself held its breath, and the men
stayed motionless, waiting for Randy's reaction.

Randy cupped Adam's chin in his hand, pulled it forward and their lips met.
He ground their mouths hard together in a hungry, virile embrace, master to
master.  It was the ultimate recognition of Randy's admiration for this
beautiful man.  He pulled back and said, "Man, you are one hell of stud, so
fucking hot.  That is fucking awesome, man, a gorgeous macho top-man like
you getting whipped and fucked and left hanging.  It's fucking
pornographic.  No doubt about it ... you are a true master.  Allow me to
pay tribute to you, stud."

He ripped open his pants, pulled out his cock and stroked it hard in his
fist.  His steel blue eyes locked on the handsome face, then ran down over
the bulging shoulders, whip-striped chest and ridged abs, coming to rest on
the huge cock swinging between his legs.  As his eyes fixed on it, the cock
grew stiff and started to rise.

Randy looked up at Adam and grinned.  "That's it, man, let's show them.
Man to man, master to master.  Let's show them how one master pays homage
to another.  You ready, man?"

"You bet the fuck I am," Adam growled.

Their eyes never left each other, and each handsome face bore the smile of
recognition that the men had met their equal.  Randy beat his meat faster
and Adam's rigid cock started to pulse.  They were both close and Adam
said, "OK, stud, let's show them."  He pulled at the ropes and his
magnificent, spread-eagled body went rigid.  They both howled as their
cocks exploded with jets of semen that splashed onto each other, stream
after stream, until their muscles were flowing with the other man's juice.

Their eyes bore into each other as their cocks drained.  Then, as their
breaths subsided, they smiled at each other in triumph.  "Thank you, man,"
Adam said.

"Any time, stud," grinned Randy.  "We masters have to stick together."

From the other side of the garden came the sounds of applause and whistles.
The group had seen a rare sight, one bound and tortured master being
acknowledged for his strength and beauty by another.  Now they came forward
and sprang into action.  Mark untied one wrist and Bob the other, while
Jamie and Nate fell on their knees and freed the legs.  Bob, Mark and
Hassan pressed forward to shake Adam's hand while the boys hung back,
awestruck by this reunion of beautiful men.

Standing shyly behind all of them was Nate, rather bewildered by what he
had seen.  The man he loved and admired, after being bound, whipped and
fucked, had been embraced by the powerful boss of the house.  For the first
time in a long time Nate felt disoriented, unsure of his reactions.  Then
he saw Adam gazing at him over the heads of the crowd.  The others parted
as Adam walked forward and smiled at Nate and they heard his deep
Australian accent.

"Hello, mate.  You missed me?"

"Too right, mate ... you bet," his fellow Aussie replied.  Suddenly
everything was alright, exactly as it should be, and Nate melted into
Adam's arms.  Their lips came together in an endless, passionate embrace,
accompanied by cheers and laughter from the boys.  Finally the two
separated and Adam said, "You got your own room, now, I hear."

"Too right," Nate beamed.

"Then let's go, mate.  What are we waiting for?"  And the crowd looked on
as Adam threw his arm over Nate's shoulder and they walked together to the
house.

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

One member of the group looked on with sadness rather than satisfaction.
Hassan had grown to like Nate a lot in the last few days.  He was attracted
to his quiet good looks and enjoyed his company.  Sex with him had been hot
and he loved sleeping with him.  When he had asked Nate to spend a day and
night with him each week he had something more long-term in the back of his
mind.  And he had even been hoping to spend tonight with him.

But he had forgotten Adam, until Nate had talked so enthusiastically about
him on the way home.  Now he saw the obvious joy they shared in being
reunited and even now they were in Nate's room, no doubt getting
re-acquainted, and Nate would spend the night in Adam's arms.  They made a
perfect couple.

Hassan heaved a deep sigh and reflected ruefully on what bad luck he had in
his friendships in this house.  Still, he had learned from painful
experience not to get involved in the relationships of others, so he turned
to Mark and said, "Listen buddy, I know you've just driven a long way, but
could you do me a big favor and drive me up the hill to Mulholland and drop
me at my house?  I kinda need to be alone."

Intuitive as ever Mark looked at the door that Adam and Nate had
disappeared through, then at the crestfallen Hassan.  He was about to
commiserate but thought better of it.  He said simply, "Sure, man, I'll run
you home.  No problem at all."

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

By now it was getting late, so Pablo, Jamie and the twins busied themselves
hauling the gear in from the trucks.  Randy and Bob walked toward the
house, visions of Adam still vivid in their minds.  "You know," Randy said,
"there's nothing hotter than the sight of a macho muscle-god in bondage,
being worked over by another master.  That guy looked fucking gorgeous."

"You're right," said Bob pensively.  "And the hotter, more macho the guy,
the bigger the turn-on."

Up in their room they both knew intuitively that the fantasy had to become
reality.  After all, they were two of the most beautiful alpha-males so
they both knew what was about to happen.  And one of them was right.

As so often before they gazed at each other as they shed their clothes
slowly until they stood naked facing each other.  As Randy ran his eyes
over the rugged contours of Bob's face and body he was already picturing
him roped to the bed waiting for Randy to assert his dominance as always
and attack his ass.  A lascivious smile crossed his face and he growled,
"On the bed, man ... now!"

But Bob made no move to obey.  "I don't think so, buddy ... not this time."
He grabbed Randy's wrist and flipped him around so suddenly that the big
man lost his footing and fell on his back on the bed, his arms splayed out
above him.  Bob was on him in an instant, pulling one of his wrists up to a
bedpost and using the ropes that were always there to secure it.

Randy could have fought him off and, of course, he would have won.  But
something in Bob's eyes, a hunger, stopped him from reacting and he allowed
his other wrist to be tied to the other post.  Bob stood back and looked
down at the magnificent muscle-stud pulling at his restraints, his
spectacular body thrashing and writhing helplessly on the bed.  "That's
enough, asshole," Randy growled.  "It's you should be tied up and
ass-fucked ... it always is."

"Not this time, man.  God, you look sensational ... the big boss, the
ultimate master, the King of the Gypsies in bondage.  Like I said, the more
macho the captive the bigger the turn on and they don't come any more
spectacular than you.  Shit, you look so fucking hot you'd better get used
to this.  You know I'm the only man in the world you can't resist, the only
one you would submit to.  High time you did it more often, old buddy.  Look
at your massive cock, hard as steel just by looking at me.  Now you're
gonna tell me what you want from me."

Randy gazed up at the glorious man towering over him, at his square-cut
Superman features, a shock of dark hair falling over his brow, the muscles
of his perfect physique gleaming under the spotlights in the ceiling.  And
it was true ... Randy knew it beyond doubt ... he idolized this man,
couldn't resist him, would do anything for him.  It was a privilege to be
at his mercy.  And he had no doubt what he wanted from him.

"Please, sir ... please fuck my ass.  I need to feel your rod in my ass."

Bob smiled down at him, knelt on the foot of the bed, pushed his legs in
the air and pressed the head of his cock against Randy's warm hole.  "Oh
man," Bob breathed, "you look so damned beautiful tied up like that
... just the sight of you makes me want to cum.  OK, man, now you know how
it feels to submit to your master."  Slowly he pushed his cock inside his
lover's ass, felt it gliding against the warm membrane and down into the
hot inner depths.

"Shit, I'm already so close," Bob said.  "But you're gonna do for me what
you always make me do.  You want your lover's juice inside you?  You're
gonna have to bust your load first.  Come on, man, show me how much you
love me."

Bob only had to pull out once and plunge his cock back inside the cauldron
of his ass.  Randy gazed longingly into the soft brown eyes, felt the shaft
resting inside him, and pulled frantically at his wrists.  "OK, man," he
groaned.  I submit to you ... always, always, I'll submit to you.  You are
my only master, my life.  I love you, man ... aagh!"

They blasted their loads simultaneously, the muscular construction boss
over his own massive chest and his lover deep inside his waiting ass.
Their eyes locked together as their semen poured out of them until they
were drained dry.  Then they smiled and entered each other's eyes, passing
into that mystical world that only they shared.

"You do know," Randy said quietly, "you're the only guy in the world who
gets to do that to me."

"Oh, I know that," Bob smiled.  "That's what makes it so good."

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

The next day was the last day of the holiday, time for everyone to kick
back after the wild events of the weekend.  While the men lazed in the pool
the boys were breathlessly watching Darius's videos ... the one Eddie had
made of Darius's slave-boy show, and Darius's video of Adam getting
`Zacked'.  It was an easy-going day of warm fellowship and shared memories.

Except for one man.  High in the Hollywood Hills Hassan sat alone in his
small house nursing his own bitter-sweet memories.  He tried to get his
mind off Nate but failed.  That open, honest face, the laughing eyes, and
the trim, sexy body.  There was something about the young guy that stirred
feelings in Hassan that he couldn't easily identify.

He had known many beautiful men in his time, young and old, but there was
usually a touch of arrogance in them, an awareness of how good they looked
and the impact they made.  Nate had none of that.  He seemed to be
completely without vanity, happily accepting his role as houseboy, the low
man on the totem pole, simply enjoying being with so many glamorous men.

Hassan shook his head.  He had to get rid of these thoughts.  Nate was with
Adam, obviously loved him and was probably, by now, his boy.  They deserved
each other and Hassan knew that getting involved in that was playing with
fire.  So that was that.  Anyway, he had sought a solitary existence,
hadn't he?  That's why he was in this remote house.  It was perfect.  "So
enjoy it, asshole," he said out loud to himself.

Just then he heard a voice from up the hill at the main house.  It was
Steve.  "Hey there buddy, great to see you again... Yeah sure, he's home.
Straight down that path.  When you're done stop by for a drink, OK?"

Hassan looked up but, dazzled by the sun, all he saw was a man's silhouette
coming down the hill.  As he came closer Hassan realized ... it was Adam.
He heaved a deep sigh ... "Now for it."

"Hey, Adam, good to see you ... quite a surprise.  Care for a beer?"  They
sat on the mall patio in an uneasy silence.  Adam was clearly ill at ease
so Hassan took the initiative.  "Look, Adam, I can guess why you're here.
You've come to warn me off Nate.  Well you don't need to worry, I've
already processed all that and I swear I'm totally out of the picture.

"Oh, sure, we had a great time in the dunes and ... great sex too.  Well,
I'm sure Nate's told you all about that, he's honest that way ... a great
young guy.  And it's true that I asked him to come and help clean my house
one day a week and maybe stay the night, but I realize now that's probably
not a good idea.

"See, all that was before he started telling me about you and I could see
in his eyes that he's crazy about you.  Then I saw you two together and I
knew I had to get out of the picture.  That's why I left so suddenly.  You
may have heard stories about me and some of the other guys ... some of them
true, even ... but I swear to you that ..."

"Hey, hey, hold it right there, man."  Adam interrupted him with a broad
smile.  "That's not why I came here.  Well, in a way it is, but the
opposite of what you're saying.  OK, here's the deal.  Nate and I ... we
love each other.  I think of him as my boy and so does he.  As you say,
he's a great young guy, with his honesty and his sense of humor, not to
mention he's great in the sack."

"So...?"

"So the thing is ... I live seven thousand miles away.  I work for the
airlines, so I can drop in once or twice a month but that leaves the kid
kind of alone when I'm gone.  Oh sure, he's got all the other guys and they
think the world of him but ... well I'd be happy if he had ... someone
special who'd look out for him, love him and ... treat him as his boy.
Nate has the lowest seniority in the house and I know he once had a run-in
with Pablo, so I feel he needs someone he can look up to as a master.

"Last night he went on and on about you and it's clear he's nuts about you.
You're right, he told me all about his night with you, the military fantasy
you took him on ... which sounds really hot, by the way ... wish I could be
part of it one day.  But you're wrong about one thing.  That Thursday
thing's still on.  He's really looking forward to coming up here and
cleaning your house.  He asked my permission for him to spend the night
here and of course I said yes.

"Anyway, let's cut to the chase.  See, I don't want to presume too much,
and I know how you value your privacy, but I would be real grateful if you
would take care of Nate all the time I'm gone.  Hell, man, what I mean is,
I would be honored if you would ask Nate to be your boy too, let him look
on you as his master.  I know that sounds unusual, a boy having two
masters, but I think it would work ... and I know Nate would agree, though
of course I haven't mentioned any of this to him yet.  It's just that ...

"Yes!"  Hassan cut him off.  "Yes, of course I will.  I'm the one who would
be honored to have Nate as my boy.  And I promise you, Adam, that he'll be
in good hands.  He'll have the protection of a master who won't let anyone
or anything ever cause him pain.  There is just one thing.  Before we seal
the deal, don't you think we should run it by Nate?"

"That was my next suggestion.  Is it OK if he joins us here?"

"Sure," Hassan smiled.  "Give him a call."

Adam opened his cell phone and in a few seconds was asking Nate to come up
to Hassan's, though not explaining why.  He covered the phone and said,
"He's checking with Bob and the twins."  Then back into the phone.  "Sure
... sure I understand.  No worries ... you're quite right ... OK, kiddo,
see you then."

He snapped the phone shut and shook his head with a smile.  "See, like I
said, I told you he's one heck of a kid.  He says that now everyone's back
in the house there's a lot to do getting everything straight and he doesn't
want to leave it all to the twins, so is it OK if he comes here a couple of
hours from now?  See what I mean?"

Hassan laughed.  "Honest and conscientious as ever.  That's why I love
him."  He pulled himself up short.  "Is it OK if I say that?"

"I'd be pissed if you didn't man.  We can both love him ... he deserves
it."

With the satisfaction of a task accomplished and a deal sealed they both
sipped their drinks in silence, a silence that became slightly uneasy.
Finally Adam stood up and said, "Well, I guess I should leave you alone
then, and come back later."

Hassan gave him a searching look.  "Why?  Why not stay `til he gets here.
Sit down, man. Listen, you and I don't know each other all that well, so
don't you think we should get better acquainted?  After all, we are gonna
be co-masters, if that word even exists."

"Sure, sure, I'd like that."  Adam grinned.  "And I'll do my damnedest to
keep my hands off you while we wait."

"Why do you have to do that?"

Suddenly the atmosphere changed and there was a charge in the air.  Adam
looked at Hassan, sprawled in the chair in his usual old military fatigue
pants and tank top.  "Shit, man, the minute I first laid eyes on you down
at the house I got an instant hard-on.  You are a spectacular man, but of
course you know that.  That's one reason I know Nate's gonna have such a
great time with you."

"Yeah, well you should talk, man.  I mean I ..."  He actually blushed.
"Hell, I might as well be honest with you, man.  Yesterday when we all
walked through that gate and saw you hanging there naked, so fucking
gorgeous with cum running down your incredible body and your chest striped
with whip-marks ... well, OK, I creamed my shorts ... I busted my load just
looking at you.  That's why I held back when Bob and Mark untied you.  And
that's one reason I left so soon after.  I knew I could never compete with
that."

"You know what they say," Adam grinned, "if you can't beat `em join `em.
And since we're being so brutally honest I have a confession.  Last night
in bed Nate gave me such a graphic description of you in your military gear
... fatigues and boots, tight tank and sleeveless army shirt, that my cock
was raging.  I could have blown my wad right there, so I flipped Nate over
and fucked him hard.  Now Nate is a great fuck, but I have to confess that
when I shot my load I got a mental glimpse of that spectacular solider
watching me cum."

"I'm flattered," Hassan laughed.  "Well at least now we know how we're
gonna pass the next two hours `til Nate gets here.  Why settle for
imagination?  You wanna see that soldier in the flesh?  Wait right here,
buddy."

He went into the house and Adam moaned to himself, "Oh shit ... oh man ..."
Sprawling in his chair, stretching his legs, he stroked his raging hard on
through his jeans ... and waited.

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" ... Chapter 142

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