Date: Sat, 2 Feb 2013 02:33:53 -0500 (EST)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 143  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 143
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
   Hassan and Adam say to Nate, "Now you know what your life's gonna be
like serving two masters at once ... and we do mean `at once'."  Nate is
double-teamed and amazes them with his sexual skills.  Adam says to Hassan,
"Take care of him when I'm gone, big guy.  Don't let anyone hurt him."  But
someone does.  Nate pleads with Hassan, "They need your help at the house,
sir.  Pablo's gone crazy."

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


A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - CHAPTER 143
"Nate Is Double-Teamed  -  Pablo Goes Crazy"


"Sir," Nate asked Adam.  "What should I call you?"

The exhilarated boy was lying between his two new masters, Adam and Hassan,
all of them slowly recovering their breath, their heartbeats subsiding.
Nate had just been initiated as their boy in a wild sexual fantasy where he
had been forced to service them as two gorgeous, muscular Marines.  Now
that he was starting to get his mind round the idea of having two masters
his question to Adam sought to define their relationship.

"What would you like to call me?" Adam asked him.

"Well I was thinking ... how about `sir' when we're with other guys and
`mate' when we're alone ... in private?"

"Sounds like a plan," Adam grinned.  "Once an Aussie always an Aussie
... and we Aussies gotta stick together, eh mate?"

"Too right," Nate grinned.  "I can't wait to tell the guys at the house
that I have two masters.  That's never happened before.  It'll be a big
surprise ... they'll be real happy for me."

Adam frowned slightly, "Yeah, well I'd go easy on that, kiddo ... you know,
tread softly.  You might make them envious.  I mean, I heard how Pablo
treated you when you first showed up as Jamie's friend ...  called himself
`senior boy' and hurt you bad.  His anger is legendary.  And don't forget,
he was once real hot for Hassan ... followed him to Pendleton.  No, I'd
soft-pedal all this if I were you."

"Oh, no worries there, sir.  Pablo's OK ... we sorted all that out ... he's
a mate.  He'll just be real happy that I'm happy."

Adam and Hassan glanced at each other, a bit concerned at their boy's
wide-eyed innocent faith in the kindness of others.  But Adam shook off his
concerns and said, "OK, we three have the rest of the day together and,
like I said before, we're two horny, macho studs with big appetites.  So
you've got your work cut out taking care of your two new masters.  You up
for it, boy?"

Nate leapt to his feet.  "Absolutely, sir!  Anything you want ... anything
at all."

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

Brimming with enthusiasm Nate reverted to duties where he knew he excelled.
It's what he did at the house all week ... it was his job.  "Sirs, if you
care to relax on the patio I'll bring you beers and a snack, and then I'll
clean up in here.  He frowned.  "This place is a real mess.  Looks as if
it's never been cleaned."

"Hey, watch it, kid," Hassan said with mock indignation.  "You calling me a
slob?"

"Oh no, sir," Nate said, blushing deeply.  "I didn't mean that at all, sir.
I was just saying..."

Hassan ruffled his hair.  "It's OK, kiddo.  I was just fucking with your
head.  I know the place is a pigsty.  Hey, you just had a three-way with
two hot Marines ..... of course it's a fucking mess.  There's cum
everywhere."

"Don't worry, sir.  I'll have it cleaned up in no time."  Nate reached for
his shorts but Hassan stopped him.

"Wait a minute, boy."  He opened a closet and raked around on the floor.
"Good, I thought I still had them.  Here ...these fatigues were left in my
billet at Pendleton by a young Marine I had just fu ... well, no need to go
into that.  They're old, ragged, a bit raunchy ... probably still smothered
with my cum stains.  Anyway they're too small for me but they should be
about right for you.  So this is what you'll wear every time you come up
here to service me.  No shirt, just the pants.  OK?"

"Yes sir!"  Eagerly Nate grabbed the fatigues, pulled them on and admired
himself in the mirror.

"Good fit," said Adam.  "A bit tight round the ass, but nothing wrong with
that."  He grinned at Hassan.  "Look at that perfect butt, buddy.  Give you
any ideas?"

"Hey, cool it, man.  I just got through fucking that `perfect butt' if you
recall.  Besides, it's your turn next.  OK, kid, get on with your work
before we rip those pants right off you and double team you."

The afternoon passed for Nate as if he were in a dream world.  All his
concerns about his conflicting love for both men had been banished at a
stroke when Adam told him that he would have two masters.  And if the
ensuing sexual fantasy that had sealed the deal was a sign of things to
come ... well he had a great future to look forward to.  His only concern
was whether he could really be worthy of them.  I mean, look at them, he
thought, as he rested on his broom and stared through the window onto the
patio.

After their sexual exertions Hassan and Adam had pulled on their fatigues
and were now sprawled shirtless in the two Adirondack chairs facing each
other on the patio, chatting, laughing, exchanging stories of their vastly
different upbringings in the Middle East and Australia.  Those faces, those
bodies ...Nate still couldn't believe how gorgeous they were, even less
that they were both his masters.

Nate had fed them well ... the beer and snacks kept on coming ... and he
was cleaning the inside of the house with a vengeance.  The energy behind
every scrub and polish was fueled by his desire to be the best boy two men
could ever have.  When at last he stepped outside to shake out a mat Hassan
caught him by the wrist.

"You're doing a great job in there, boy, but you know, when I signed you up
I wasn't just looking for a houseboy.  We need your company too, you know."

"Yes, sir.  Sorry, sir."  Nate stood to attention in a mild state of panic,
wondering what to say, what to do, how to serve them...

"Hey, hey, relax, mate, will you?" Adam said.  "Just because I'm you're
master now, no need to treat me like some kind of god."

"Even if you are one," grinned Hassan.

"Come on, kiddo, pull up a chair and tell us again how you first met Mark
and Jamie in the dunes.  That's a great story."

Adam had struck just the right tone.  Within minutes the boy was rattling
off his story and the old Nate was back ... bright, eager, funny
... everything that had first attracted Adam, and later Hassan, to him.
And, curiously, it was this youthful energy, the enthusiastic sparkle in
the eye, rather than his physical sexiness, that now caused the two men to
get erections under their fatigues.  This was their boy, the upbeat,
spirited young guy who inspired such love and affection in them.  The men
grinned at each other and stroked the bulge in their pants.

Nate finally paused for breath and noticed what the men were doing.  All
his inhibitions had now dissolved and he grinned at them.  "You want me to
take care of that for you, sirs?"

"Hey," said Hassan, staring round him, "you see any other boys around here?
Me neither.  No, I guess you're it, boy.  See, this is what it means to
service two horny studs with huge boners in their pants.  Why don't you
take care of my buddy first?"

Nate looked at Adam and the look of love and affection in his eyes caused
the boy's cock to throb.  Once again, it wasn't so much Adam's physical
beauty that caused it, though he was unquestionably a superb specimen of
manhood.  No, it was love more than lust, the knowledge that Adam loved
him, just as he was, that this incredible man had taken him for his boy.
Nate would do anything in the world for him ... though all he had to do now
was work on his cock.

Eagerly he stood up, kicked his chair away and fell on his knees beside
Adam.  He pulled open the fatigues and gasped as the beautiful cock he knew
so well sprang out to attention.  He gazed at the long, stiff rod then
looked up at Adam's smiling face.

"Do you love me, Nate?" Adam asked gently.

"You know I do, sir."

"Then show me..."

Nate went to work.  He leaned forward and ran his tongue up the length of
the huge shaft, again and again, from the pubic hair to the bulging head.
Adam's soft moans inspired Nate to more inventive moves.  He buried his
face in the damp, wiry pubic hair and sucked it into his mouth, relishing
the raunchy smell and taste of man sweat.  In their recent marathon
three-way Adam had shot a huge load and his crotch still stunk of rancid
sweat and dry cum.

Nate raised his head briefly to see the eyes of his master, closed in
sighing ecstasy.  "That's it boy, bury your face in my crotch ... suck my
stinking pubes."

After that Nate went to work on the balls.  The ball sac was swollen hard
and Nate licked each one in turn.  Again that pungent taste of masculine
sex that always drove the boy wild.  He opened his mouth wide and clamped
it over the ball sac.  He breathed out, then sucked hard until both balls
popped into his mouth, cramming it full so he had to breathe hard through
his nose to stop choking.

Adam went crazy, grabbed the boy's head and rolled it round over his balls,
reveling in the exquisite sensation as his balls rolled in the hot young
mouth.  "Shit, man, that's gonna make me shoot my load.  Stop torturing me,
kid.  I don't wanna cum yet."  His voice rose.  "Hell, I want you to suck
my dick, boy!"

He grabbed Nate's hair and yanked his head up, yelling as the lips squeezed
his balls when they popped out of Nate's mouth.  Roughly he pulled the head
higher and held it still, the lips touching the head of his cock so he
could taste the oozing pre-cum.  "Come on you cock-sucker," he growled.
"I'm your master, goddamit, so suck that fucking prick."  In one ferocious
move he pressed hard on Nate's head, forcing it down fast onto his cock
until the head buried itself deep in the boy's throat, making him choke and
scream into the gag of the thick rod.

"That's it, boy, let me hear you choke on my cock.  Oh yeah, that feels
real fine."  Suddenly he pulled the head up by the hair, off his cock until
the boy's face gazed at him, tears spurting from his eyes, drool spilling
from his sagging mouth.  Adam smiled at him.  "Shit you are so damn
beautiful like that, kiddo.  Now you know what it's like to suck a master's
dick.  You want more of my cock, boy?"

"Sir, yes sir!  Please sir."

Adam pushed his head down again and this time let the boy find his own
rhythm, feasting hungrily on the long shaft, pumping up and down, letting
it slide all the way down his throat, then pulling back up to the head.
And that's where he showed his man what a great young cock-sucker he was.
He pursed his lips and pressed them hard round the ultra-sensitive rim of
the head, the corona, sliding them back and forth over the hard membrane,
squeezing it, until Adam was howling in anguished pleasure.  "Holy shit
... Jesus Christ, that's fucking sensational ....Oh man, it's driving me
wild ... it's gonna make me bust my fucking load ..."

"Stop!"  Hassan's commanding voice made Nate jerk his head up off the cock,
and stopped Adam's orgasm just as it was about to burst.  "I can't take
this, man.  Just watching that is enough to make me blow my wad, but that's
not how I want to cum.  Hey, boy, don't forget you've got two masters now.
Get over here."

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

Nate raised his tear-stained face and looked over at Hassan who had pulled
his monster tool from his pants and was holding it in both fists.  "Get a
good look, boy.  No one said it was gonna be easy servicing two masters
with huge pricks."  His voice softened.  "But ... hell, I don't want my boy
to get hurt, so I'll let you off the hook this time."

Nate's eyes opened wide in alarm.  "No, sir.  Please, sir.  I can suck your
cock too, sir.  I want to, sir."  He pleaded.  "I'm real good at it, sir."

"I'll vouch for that," Adam laughed.  "Fucking awesome."

Hassan took his fists away and held his palms out beside his rearing cock.
"OK, kid, here it is then.  Let's see if you can do for me what you did for
my buddy there."

"Right away, sir," Nate said, sliding over by Hassan's chair and going to
work on the Marine's massive rod.  Again he licked it, then buried his head
in the black pubic hair.  He noticed that the taste and smell of this
exotic olive-skinned man was different from Adam ... sharper, more pungent
somehow ... and it made the boy's cock fit to burst, but he made a supreme
effort to hold back.  Hassan's ball-sac was bigger too, but Nate still
forced it all into his mouth.

"Fuck, man," Hassan yelled to Adam, "you were right about this boy ... one
awesome fucking cock sucker.  Holy shit that feels good."

"Yeah ... just wait, man.  It gets even better."

The sound of these guys comparing notes over his head as he sucked his
second cock made Nate feel almost cheap, like a rent-boy hired to get the
guys off.  As if Hassan was reading his mind Nate heard the Marine say,
"Hell, he's worth every last dime we're paying him.  We should hire him
again, dude, make this a regular deal."

"Sure, buddy, if he puts out like this every time," Adam laughed.  "Like
getting two for the price of one."

Once again the men were taking him into fantasyland.  He was a call-boy,
hired by two Marines to get their rocks off.  As the men talked over him,
laughed about him like he was a piece of meat, he felt like a cheap hustler
working on two massive cocks ... and it was a spectacular feeling.  He
wanted these two glorious men to hire him again, so he went to work on
Hassan's cock, proving he was worth the money.

As he had with Adam, Nate moved up the length of the shaft to the head and
worked his magic on the rim, sending Hassan through the roof.  The effect
on him was the same as on Adam, bringing him to the brink of orgasm, but
this time the objection came from the man towering over them.  Adam shoved
his fingers in Nate's hair and yanked his head back off Hassan's cock
before the soldier had a chance to cum.

"That's enough, man," he said to Hassan.  "This has to stop ... it's not
working.  It's no good if we don't cum together."

Nate looked up in alarm.  Had he fucked up?  Was the whole deal off?  But
he was consoled by the hungry, eager look in Adam's smiling eyes.  So what
did he mean?  What next?

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

In seconds they were on the grass.  Hassan was lying on his back propped up
on his elbows.  Adam had sat astride his thighs facing him and he too now
leaned back on his elbows.  The result was that their balls were touching,
and as Nate looked down at them he gasped with the realization of what the
masters expected of him.  The two cocks that had so recently been on the
brink of orgasm were still rock hard ... except that now they were close
together, like two rigid poles pressed against each other.

"OK, boy," Hassan said.  "Now you get some idea what your life is gonna be
like serving two masters at once ... and I do mean `at once'.  You claim to
be a great cock-sucker.  Prove it."

Nate fell to his knees beside them, mesmerized by the twin poles rising up
before him.  He was running on instinct now, fueled by his lust for these
two magnificent men and their huge cocks.  He knew that this was the
ultimate test of his sexual ability.  He licked the palms of his hands and
when they were good and wet wrapped them round both cocks together,
stroking up and down, lingering over the sensitive heads he had serviced so
well before.  The men groaned.

"Oh, man, this is fucking awesome," Adam moaned.  "Your cock feels so good
pressed against mine, buddy.  Come on boy, stroke them good ... tight, boy,
squeeze them tight."

Nate suddenly felt empowered.  These men were his masters and he knew
exactly what he was doing ... what he would do ... what he had to do.  His
fingers joined round the cocks as he stroked them hard, and just when he
knew they were close to orgasm he stopped.

"Shit, boy, what are you doing?  I was just gonna bust my load there.  What
the fuck, you torturing us or what?"

That's just what Nate was doing ... and the torture got worse
... exquisite.  The men were still propped on their elbows gazing at the
beautiful, eager boy between them, his face fixed in concentration.  He
lowered his head and licked the cocks ... one side then the other.  Then he
paused, with his face above the cocks looking down on the two bulging
heads.  He faltered.  Could he do this?  He had taken their balls, hadn't
he? ... even Hassan's huge, ripe balls.  He had to do it ... had to prove
they had chosen the right boy.

He took several deep breaths, then opened his mouth as wide as he could.
Mercifully it had already been stretched to take their balls, because now
came the ultimate test.  His lips touched the tips of the cocks and the
taste of the pre-cum oozing from them empowered him.  Stretching his mouth
impossibly wide he sank lower and felt the two heads filling his mouth.  He
gulped, then pressed on farther and farther until the heads rested against
his throat.

He heard the men breathing heavily and groaning.  "Oh shit, man, this is
unreal ... god, I can't take any more.  I'm real close, man."

"Me too, buddy.  Man, your cock feels fucking incredible next to mine
... like a fucking furnace.  OK, man.  You ready...?"

When Nate heard that he did the impossible and pressed his mouth down
harder taking the cocks down into his throat.  He gagged as he felt them
shudder, pulse, and explode deep inside him as the men screamed obscenities
and their heads thrashed wildly.  Nate breathed frantically through his
nose and swallowed, gulping hard, determined to devour every drop of his
masters' semen as the twin jets poured into him from both cocks.

He held on as long as he could but he knew that any instant he would choke
and pass out.  So he pulled back, feeling the heads slide back into his
mouth, still pumping juice.  He swallowed again then pulled further back
until the cocks ran dry and fell out of his mouth.

He looked from one man to the other, tears flowing down his cheeks, cum
running from his mouth as his jaw sagged.  The men gazed at him spellbound,
unable to believe what he had just done.  They were concerned that he may
have pushed himself too far.  As his breathing finally subsided Adam said,
"You feeling OK, kid?  God, that was unbelievable ... but you sure you're
OK?"

Nate rose to his feet and as he stood over them there was something
different about him ... a new air of confidence ... the self-assurance of a
boy who knew he had proven himself worthy.  His steady eyes gazed down at
them and he said evenly, "I'm just fine, sirs.  Never better.  But
... could I ask a favor, sirs?"

"Anything," Hassan said softly.  "Anything you want, boy."

"It's just ... could you stay right where you are, sirs?"

He turned his back on them and fell to his knees again.  He leaned far
back, stretching his arms over them so his hands rested on the ground on
the other side.  He was stretched backward over them, his arms rigid behind
him, his back arched high.  He positioned himself so that his ass was
poised over the twin cocks.

The cocks had begun to soften after the huge orgasms but now they sprang to
attention again as the men realized what, unbelievably, was to come.  "Oh,
shit," said Adam.  "I do not fucking believe this."

"Sirs!"  Nate voice rang out strong and clear.  "I want to thank you for
accepting me as your boy.  I am honored, sirs.  I want to show you how much
I love you both ...  how much I worship you."

He lowered his ass until it was resting on the heads of the two cocks.
They were so slick with saliva and cum that they needed no guidance.  They
slid easily into the ass of the boy who uttered no cry of pain as he
lowered himself further and further until at last his ass was sitting on
their pubic hair.  And there he rested.  There must have been pain but he
didn't feel it.

In truth he was in a kind of trance.  Everything had built to this moment:
... his first sight of the two stunning Marines; the realization that they
were to become his masters, that they were to share him; the joy of serving
them; then the exaltation of bringing them to the edge of orgasm several
times until finally they exploded together deep in his mouth.  And now he
felt their thick cocks filling his ass, stretching it, and he clenched his
ass muscles round them.  Now ... now he would show them that he was
absolutely the finest boy they could ever have chosen.

"I love you, sirs," he said softly, as he raised his ass up and felt their
cocks slide out all the way up to the heads, and then he lowered himself
again on the long, slick rods.  The sight was incredible.  "My god, Adam,"
breathed Hassan, "will you look at that!"

The beautiful young body was arched backward across them, arms and legs
flexing hard, the flat stomach and slender waist pointing up high, forcing
the globes of the perfect ass to flex hard as it was impaled on the two
huge cocks of his masters.  Nate's supreme self-confidence, his sure
knowledge that he was proving himself as their boy, brought to him a
peaceful calm that settled over them in the silence of the late afternoon.
As his ass rose and fell over them the only sounds were their heaving
breaths, the breeze in the trees and the buzzing of the cicadas in the
shimmering heat of the hillside.

The sensation in the men's cocks was electrifying as they watched the lithe
young body rise and fall above them.  As if hypnotized, they had a strange
feeling that the boy was now in charge of his masters.  They waited for his
instructions ... and at last they came.  He turned his head sideways to
each one in turn smiling at them in a state of bliss.  "Sir's, I'm going to
cum now.  Will you cum inside my ass, sirs.  Please.  I want to be your
boy."

The men watched mesmerized as the boy's cock shot a fountain of white juice
high in the air.  It hung there gleaming in the sunlight, then splashed
down on all of them.  And suddenly the silence was shattered by three loud,
jubilant voices as Nate felt the indescribable euphoria of two cocks
pouring semen deep inside his ass.

They kept shouting, the juice kept pouring and their hearts kept pounding,
until at last Nate sank down on their cocks one last time and lay flat
across them, his arms and legs splayed on the ground.  There was a moment's
silence, a transition, and then the shouts became laughter, wild, joyous
laughter, in the certain knowledge that they had just forged a bond that
could never be broken ... the irrevocable bond of love between two glorious
men and their boy.

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

It was Nate who stirred first.  He lifted himself up, felt the cocks slide
from deep inside him and slowly, unsteadily he stood up, unsure of what
came next.  What he had just done started to seem unreal, like a dream
evaporating upon waking, and his euphoria was replaced by his customary
shyness.

Adam and Hassan still lay on their backs, propped up on their elbows facing
each other.  They gazed up at Nate, still unable to believe his
extraordinary performance.  Adam smiled.

"So what do you say, buddy?  You think he'll do?"

"You know," Hassan said, "I do believe he's a keeper."

They sprang to their feet and each embraced Nate in turn.  "Sensational,
mate," Adam whispered in his ear.  "I love the hell out of you, kiddo."
Hassan took over, hugged him and murmured in his ear.  "We're gonna have
great times up here in this little house, Nate, you and the big stud Marine
who loves you."

Hassan and Adam faced each other and shook hands solemnly, sealing their
pact.  "Take care of him when I'm gone, big guy," Adam said.  "Don't let
anyone hurt him."  Hassan replied, "Count on it, man.  You have my word."

"Sir," Nate said uneasily to Adam, "The twins'll be expecting me back to
work. "

"We'll see about that," Adam said, reaching for his cell phone on the
table.  He flipped it open and dialed.  "Hey, Bob ... yeah, sensational
... better than I could ever have imagined ... yeah, spectacular ... and
that brings me to a huge favor I need.  Could you persuade the twins to let
Nate off work so he can spend the night here with us?  OK, buddy, thanks
..."

He cupped the phone ... "He's checking with the twins... Yeah... great,
thanks a million, man.  I'll make it up to you ... absolutely, man, that's
a promise.  See you at breakfast."

He snapped the phone shut and smiled.  "Yeah, like those twins would ever
refuse Bob anything.  OK, kid, you're gonna spend the night here with
Hassan and me, provided you're ready to work after breakfast down there in
the morning.  So now my buddy and me are gonna take our new boy out to
dinner and then you'll sleep the night here with us.  And nothing will be
off limits ... especially that sweet ass of yours.  OK with you, mate?"

Nate beamed.  "No worries there, mate.  No worries at all."

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

A big, communal breakfast whenever possible had been Bob's idea.  He knew
that as their tribe had grown it had come to include many different
temperaments among the self-willed men and boys.  The potential for
conflict was high, and Bob knew that communal gatherings like this were
essential in keeping the group compatible.

And, of course, nobody would ever contradict the much-loved Bob, so the
breakfasts had become an institution.  Randy was more than happy to let Bob
take charge.  In fact he loved watching him assert his influence over
everyone, relishing the secret knowledge that he alone could make Bob
submit to him any time he wanted to.  Randy was crazy about the man.

So it was that when Hassan, Adam and Nate arrived early next morning all
the men were milling around, about to take their seats at the long table
out by the pool.  The house's jungle telegraph was extremely efficient,
powered by the ever-talkative Darius, so everyone had a fair idea of the
deal that had been made between the two men and Nate.  Even without that,
it would have been obvious from the glow that surrounded them as they
walked through the gate together.

They were greeted with wild cheers and wolf-whistles from the boys, and
applause from the men, who realized that a tight unit like this
strengthened the whole tribe.  The men came forward to congratulate Adam
and Hassan, while Nate was enveloped by the boys all clamoring for details.
Darius was especially insistent that he "spill all the beans" and Nate was
feeling overwhelmed, but it was his own work-ethic that rescued him.

He noticed the twins detach themselves from the group to continue preparing
and serving breakfast and he knew where his duty lay.  He ran after them
and was soon in the thick of the activity in the kitchen.  As they worked
Kevin said shyly, "Congratulations, Nate.  Couldn't happen to a greater
guy."

"Yeah," Kyle added.  "Kind of like the opposite of us ... we're two boys to
one master, and you're one boy with two masters.  You're in for a great
time.  Maybe one day you'll invite us up to visit with you and Hassan."

At the table the group divided roughly into two groups ... men and boys.
Randy, Bob, Mark and Zack were intrigued by the plans of Hassan and Adam,
while the boys all talked over each other.  Nate got a special warm hug
from his best friend Jamie, who said, "I'm real happy for you, dude, but I
hope we can still be best buddies eh?"

"Too right," Nate reassured him.  "You'll always be my best mate.  No
worries there."

Mark got a chance for a few private words with Nate.  "Congratulations,
kiddo.  And as the guy who kind of discovered you that day in the dunes I
still want you to think of me as your friend if ever you need help.  You
know how much I love Hassan, so real soon I want to bring Jamie up to his
place and the four of us can get together.  Could get real interesting."

"Thank you, sir," Nate said breathlessly, his mind flashing with images of
himself with the spectacular cop, the hot Marine, and the beautiful blond
surfer.  He grinned.  "Doesn't get much hotter than that, sir."

The air of celebration was universal ... almost.  There was one participant
who munched on his breakfast looking morosely down at the table.  Pablo
managed a few words of frigid congratulation as he looked up at Nate.  "Way
to go, kid.  Two masters, huh?  That's a first.  Surprised Hassan would do
that.  He's a great fuck, though ... was with me anyway."  And he went back
to his food.

The event had stoked Pablo's smoldering resentment.  In recent weeks he had
felt his position in the house down-shift in a subtle way.  From the first
he had basked in his status as the boss's boy, and then his adopted son.
Randy was the King of the Gypsies and Pablo was the boy he had chosen.
Added to that, Pablo's boyfriend Darius was pretty hot stuff, with his huge
dick, and even though Pablo got fucked by him all the time, he felt very
much the dominant partner of the two.

But then came all the stories of Darius's triumph in the desert, putting on
a hot show with the magnificent Zack.  And who was this Eddie he had
mentioned in passing?  Now Nate was the star of the show, with his two
masters and his special, tight friendship with Mark and Jamie.  Even when
Bob asserted himself as the much-admired leader of the household, it
seemed, in Pablo's gloomy imagination, to elevate the twins and knock him
down another notch.

Pablo hated to feel insecure.  He modeled himself on Randy, who never felt
insecure ... always the undisputed boss.  But now the `boss's boy' felt
unsure of himself and began to imagine demons around him where none
existed.  His self-doubt, envy and paranoia gnawed at him, working its way
through him like a malevolent worm, a worm that was to find fertile ground
in the shattering events soon to come.

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

Adam had to work a flight back to Sydney the next day so he made his
reluctant farewells to Nate and Hassan, made less gloomy by the knowledge
that he was scheduled back in two weeks.  One man who had a special word
for him was Zack.  He shook hands with Adam, looking at him with his
piercing gray eyes.  "Heard all about you and Hassan, stud, him fucking
that ass of yours that you were keeping for me.  Guess we have some
unfinished business."

Adam's bold smile showed no hint of intimidation.  "I guess we do, man.  I
can't wait."

So he left, and the house resumed its routine, with Nate, as agreed,
spending one day and night each week at Hassan's house.  After the recent
four-day break, with the guys' out-of-town trips, work now consumed them
all, and maybe the mood of the house would have settled into its familiar,
even humdrum, rhythm had it not been for an event that occurred a few days
later, whose results were to resonate for weeks to come.  After all,
`humdrum' was not something this group did ... ever.

It was a hot afternoon and Darius was working with Zack on one of the
construction sites when he looked up and saw a figure standing nervously at
the gate.  Darius broke into a wide grin.  "Eddie!"  He was genuinely
pleased to see the shy young bar-back from Palms Springs who had been so
thrilled to spend time with him and Zack in the desert.  He ran over to the
boy and shook his hand.  "Dude, great to see you.  What the hell you doing
here?"

"Didn't mean to interrupt you, sir," Eddie said shyly, "but Mike gave me a
few days off from the bar and sent me to L.A. to pick up some supplies.
Well, sir, you said if ever I was in town I should look you up, so ... "

"Damn right, kid.  Listen, I've still got another half hour or so with
Zack, but why don't you wait for me and I'll take you to our place.  Wait
in the trailer over there, out of the sun."

Reassured by Darius's cheerful welcome Eddie went up the steps of the
trailer and gazed from the window over the busy construction site.  His
eyes were riveted on the two black construction workers, both shirtless in
black jeans and boots.  Zack and Darius ... two men he had dreamed about,
jerked off thinking about most nights.

And now here they were, muscles rippling as they labored, sweat running
down their magnificent chests gleaming in the hot sun.  Every time Eddie
had imagined them at night it had taken him only a minute to blow his wad.
Now, actually looking at them, it took even less.  He rubbed the bulge in
his ragged jeans a few times before he felt the familiar damp warmth of his
cum streaming into his shorts.

Half an hour later as Darius drove him home he looked down at the wet patch
at the boy's crotch and grinned.  "Shit, didn't take you long to get down
to business did it kid?"  Eddie's shy, mischievous grinned spread over his
blushing face.  At the house Darius took Eddie straight to the room he and
Pablo shared and said, "Give me a minute to shower off this sweat and
grunge from work and then I'll show you around."

Minutes later he was stepping out of the bathroom, unabashedly naked, his
huge cock swinging between his legs.  "OK, kid, now I'm cleaned up come
here and give me a hug.  Damn, it's good to see you."  He folded his
muscular arms round the excited boy and held him tight.

"What the fuck?"  The shout bounced off the walls and rage filled the room.
Pablo was in the doorway, staring in horror at his naked lover with a boy
in his arms.  As the two jerked apart Pablo stared aghast at Darius's
semi-hard cock and the wet patch at the boy's crotch.

"Hey, dude, you're home," Darius said brightly.  "This is Eddie, the kid
from the bar I told you about.  He's ..."  But he got no farther as the
fist slammed into his face, making him reel backwards and collapse on the
bed.  Dimly he saw Pablo knee Eddie in the stomach, then drop him with a
forearm smash across his shoulder.

All of Pablo's insecurity and paranoia, all his demons, all the resentment
that had been building since Nate came back with Hassan and Adam, now
erupted like a dormant volcano coming to life.  And these two were the
target.  Screaming obscenities he launched himself on Darius who was too
surprised and winded to defend himself.

Eddie was pulling himself painfully to his feet and watched in horror as
this crazy guy pummeled Darius unmercifully.  In a total panic he turned
and fled, almost falling down the stairs, stumbling across the lawn and out
through the gate.

Upstairs the noise was deafening, especially to Nate who was cleaning
Mark's apartment below.  He rushed up the stairs, gazed at the struggle in
horror, ran forward and tried to pull Pablo off Darius.  Pablo swung round,
his eyes blazing.  "Asshole," he sneered "What, so you think you're the
boss now that you've got your big Marine stud master?  Well guess again
mother-fucker."  He punched Nate in the stomach, then pulled him up by the
hair and slammed his head several times against the wall.

He watched him slide down the wall in a heap, then turned and yelled, "Fuck
you both!"  By now he was totally out of control, consumed by his
legendary, ferocious anger. He rushed down the stairs and out to the
garden, crashing straight into Jamie who had run out of the house alarmed
by the noise.  The collision sent Jamie sprawling on the ground and Pablo
stomped on his stomach as he walked over him.  "Out of my way, asshole."

Next in the line of fire were the twins who were coming from the kitchen
bearing trays of food for the evening meal.  In his demented state Pablo
gave vent to the resentment that had long smoldered deep inside him over
Randy's lover Bob taking them both as his boys.  "Well look what we got
here, the boss's favorite lackeys.  You two think you're all that and a bag
of chips don't you?  Think again, boys."  Spreading his arms wide he
charged between them, knocking them over and sending the trays and the food
flying all over the ground.

At the gate Pablo turned and screamed dementedly, "So long suckers!"  And
then, with a squeal of his truck's tires, he was gone.

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

A few minutes later Mark was driving up the hill on his way home when he
saw the figure of a terrified boy he didn't recognize racing down toward
him.  He stopped his truck, leapt out and grabbed the boy's wrist as he
sped past.  Eddie was incoherent, so Mark pushed him into the truck and
drove to the house.  When he helped him through the gate he was shocked by
the carnage inside.  He ran instantly to Jamie who was sitting on the
ground moaning, clutching his stomach.

Mark dropped to his knees and said, "What the fuck's going on here, kiddo?"
Jamie looked up at Mark and managed a weak smile.  "Pablo went crazy," he
said.  "So glad you're home, sir."

As it happened, Bob and Zack pulled up outside at more or less the same
time.  Home from work in his suit and tie Bob ambled through the gate.  He
stared in amazement for a second then sprang into action, running through
the debris on the lawn and falling to his knees beside the twins, still on
the ground rubbing sore limbs.  He looked up at Mark.  "Holy shit, Mark,
what in hell happened here?"

Before Mark could reply Zack came in and Jamie managed to raise his voice.
"Darius, sir, upstairs."  Zack raced over the wreckage and took the stairs
two at a time.  He fell on the bed and cradled Darius in his arms.  Darius
looked up at him weakly and said.  "Nate ... he's hurt ... he's gone ..."
and then his eyes closed.

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

Yes, Nate was gone.  After Pablo had left the room Nate had staggered to
his feet, his head throbbing, and looked over at the groaning Darius.  He
tried to focus.  He knew he was no match for Pablo and was terrified what
he would do next, thinking he was still in the house.  He knew none of the
men were home from work yet but he had to get help fast and there was one
obvious man to turn to ... his master, Hassan.  He would take care of
everything.  So Nate had stumbled through the carnage outside, fell into
his truck and sped blindly up the hill.

Miraculously avoiding an accident, not to mention a speeding ticket, he
arrived at the Mulholland house and staggered down to the guesthouse.
Hassan had just got home and was horrified as his boy fell into his arms,
his face sporting a black eye and a growing bump on his forehead.

"Sir," Nate said in a rush.  "You've gotta go down to the house.  They need
help.  Pablo's gone crazy ... beat everyone up.  I'll be OK here, sir.  But
please go quick, sir."

Hassan examined him briefly, reassured himself that he was only bruised,
and made a split decision.  "OK, kiddo.  Lie down ... rest ... stay put.
I'll take care of everything.  Back as soon as I can."  As he ran up to his
jeep his rage ignited.  His boy had been hurt ... Adam's boy, the boy he
had sworn to protect.  He growled to himself, "Randy!  That fucking asshole
and his fucking boy, out of control again.  OK, pal, it's me you're dealing
with now."

Alone now Nate sighed, lay down thankfully on the bed and closed his eyes.
He smiled as the thought crossed his mind, `The Marines to the Rescue.'
Sometime later, still half awake, he was dimly aware of distant sounds up
at the main gate of Steve and Lloyd's house.

What he didn't know was that another truck had just pulled up at the gate.
The driver pressed the buzzer and Steve's voice came through the intercom.
"Who is it?"  There was a long pause until the haggard voice finally
answered.

"Uncle Steve.  It's me, Pablo.  I'm in trouble.  Can I come in?"

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

TO BE CONTINUED IN "A Trial Of Strength" ... Chapter 144

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