Date: Mon, 8 Apr 2013 02:24:13 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 152  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 152
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
   The twins put on a show for the gorgeous fireman. "'Holy shit,' Jason
said in disbelief as he stared at the handsome young twins turning each
other on."  Then it was Jason's turn.  "He stood bare-chested astride the
awestruck twins and said, `You think you're ready for this, boys?'"
Finally Randy takes over.  "Randy towered over the naked, bound fireman.
`OK, stud ... let's see how much you can take'."


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


A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - Chapter 152

"The Twins' Birthday – Jason's Initiation"


Bob had gone out on a limb to give the twins a birthday present they would
never forget... the breathtaking fireman, Jason.

The gorgeous, muscular young firefighter was not only featured in the
twins' jack-off Fireman's Calendar, but a few weeks ago he had come to put
out a fire at the house ... and started a few fires of his own, beginning
with sex with the twins.  The traumatic chain of events that set off had
now subsided and, despite the obvious dangers of inviting Jason back to the
house, Bob had asked Mark to contact the fireman on his behalf.

In an erotic workout session in the firehouse gym Mark got to know Jason
intimately, especially his strong streak of narcissism.  But the cop had
quickly established his superiority over the fireman in strength, looks and
sexual power ... not to mention muscle-worship in the mirror.

And now, at the big birthday party for the twins, Jason had shown up.  The
shirtless muscle-hunk was Bob's present for the boys, but the twins had
ideas of their own.  They chose as their ultimate fantasy to have Bob fuck
the fireman as they watched ... a huge turn-on for the twins and, as it
turned, out for Bob and Jason too.  Jason sighed to Bob, "I have never felt
anything like that, man.  Oh man, I love having your cock inside me."

Now all four men were taking a breather in the bedroom before part two of
the twins' birthday present.  Jason still couldn't get over the sight, when
he first arrived, of all the spectacular men gathered round the table by
the pool.  It was a real gathering of the clan in the twins' (and Bob's)
honor, but what stayed in Jason's mind most vividly was his brief
introduction to Randy.

"When you've finished with the twins," Randy had said, "you come and see me
and we'll talk.  I'm the boss around here ... the name's Randy."  Jason had
stared at this rugged, muscular man with the handsome gypsy face and felt
his cock getting hard in his pants.

So now, as he relaxed with Bob and the twins upstairs, Jason said to Bob,
"This guy Randy ... he said he wanted to talk to me.  Do you know what
that's about?"

"Oh, yeah," Bob grinned.  "I have a feeling he'll be waiting for you.  See
Randy always has to welcome new men to the group in his own special way.
We've all been through it.  You should feel flattered that he wants to see
you.  He must think you're worthy of the group."

"What is it then ... a kind of test?"

"Well ... it's more what you might call a trial of strength.  It's a kind
of ritual.  You'll see..."

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

After fucking Jason Bob had got dressed again and was now barefoot in jeans
and white T-shirt.  The twins had wiped their cum off Jason, lingering
longer than necessary as they ran towels over his magnificent chest.  Jason
then pulled up his fireman's pants and hooked the red suspenders over his
shoulders, and both men were now sprawled in armchairs relaxing with a
couple of beers.  The twins were sitting opposite them, close together on
the edge of the couch, backs straight, looking at the two muscle-gods with
eager anticipation.

Bob sighed.  "So what do you reckon, Jason?  What are we gonna do with
these two young hustlers now they're here?"

"I dunno," said Jason.  "Thing is, they look pretty timid to me ... not
very adventurous if you know what I mean.  I wouldn't want to do anything
that would blow their innocent minds."

Bob grinned, pleased that Jason had immediately clued into the game and was
toying with the twins.  "Yeah, I know what you mean.  They do look kinda
innocent, sorta wet behind the ears now you mention it.  Better keep it
real vanilla ... something pretty tame."

The twins always loved it when Bob went into this routine of talking about
them as if they were just sexual toys, like rent-boys who had been hired
for the afternoon.  They quickly tuned into the fantasy that they were
young hustlers who had been picked up by a fireman and his buddy for their
sexual pleasure.  It was a huge turn-on for them.  OK, so they were being
treated like hustlers they would behave like it.  Bob caught the trace of a
smile that passed between them and he knew they were about to prove Jason
wrong about that innocence thing.

Bob and Jason continued to size the boys up, planning their next move, but
it was the twins who moved first.  They stood up and faced the two men
without expression.  All this time they had been wearing the smart clothes
they had put on for their birthday party ... identical crisp blue cotton
shirts and clean white shorts.  But now it was time to get down to
business.

Still poker-faced, like serious rent-boys, they slowly unbuttoned their
shirts like strippers teasing the clients.  They pulled the shirttails from
their shorts one side at a time and let the shirts hang open, giving
tantalizing glimpses of their smooth, lithe young bodies underneath.  Bob
glanced at Jason who was mesmerized by the performance and already stroking
the bulge in his pants.

When the twins, in perfect unison, shucked off their shirts and stood
motionless before them Jason gasped, "Oh, Jesus, look at these guys ... we
got ourselves a couple of beauties here."

"I should hope so, Bob said ... they cost plenty ... I wanted the best."

Jason took a swig of beer and said, "Yeah, but I hope they can do more than
just stand there and model.  I mean, I was looking for some kind of action
... I wanna get my rocks off."

He expected the twins to approach him seductively, like a routine scene in
a porn video.  But this was not gonna be routine ... far from it.  The
twins broke eye contact with the men and turned to face each other.  They
stared into each other's eyes and entered a sensual world they had been to
so often before, a space that was at once intimate and infinite.  Each one
saw himself reflected in the eyes of a boy identical to himself ... a
reflection in a reflection, an image repeated to infinity.

As if hypnotized they raised their arms and each ran his hands over his
brother's chest, caressing it lovingly.  They touched the nipples lightly,
stroked them, and smiled as they rolled them between their fingertips,
softly sighing with pleasure ... "Aaah".

Jason could not believe his eyes.  He grabbed his crotch hard as he stared
at the handsome young twins turning each other on.  Vain as he was, Jason
had expected the boys to come to him ... guys always did.  But these boys
were ignoring him ... ignoring him! ...  reaching out to each other
instead.

Bob smiled to himself, seeing Jason's awed reaction.  He had seen the
twins' act many times.  It was one of his favorite things when he came home
tired from work and jerked off watching them.  He also realized that
Jason's vanity was being deflated.  Just as Mark had done, Bob wanted to
prick the balloon of Jason's narcissism ... and his twins were just the
boys to do it.

The brothers were now pulling on the nipples, drawing each other closer,
until finally their faces were inches apart.  Jason's eyes opened wide as
he realized what they were doing.  "Holy shit," he breathed as the
brothers' lips came together.  They squeezed their nipples tighter and
ground their mouths together in a ravenous kiss, arching their hips forward
and rubbing the bulge in their shorts hard against each other.

"Man, I don't fucking believe this," Jason whispered to himself.  Breaking
apart, the twins kicked off their sneakers, unbuttoned their brother's
shorts and let them drop.  They were now naked except for white briefs
hugging the mounds of their asses and the shape of their rigid cocks etched
under the thin cotton.  They reached behind their brother's head, pulled it
forward and kissed again, then wrapped their arms round each other in a
tight, sensuous hug.

Jason could not believe that these gorgeous young brothers were actually
making love to each other and he turned to Bob.  "This is
un-fucking-believable, man.  Did you know they were gonna...?  You did,
didn't you?  They probably do this for you all the time, you lucky
bastard."  He turned his attention back to the twins, still locked in an
embrace.  "Hey, guys, turn round so I can see you.  Come on, guys, please.
You are so fucking beautiful.  Please face me ... please, guys ..."

Bob smiled to himself again as he heard Jason plead with his boys.  He
guessed, rightly, that usually Jason got his vanity stroked by other guys
pleading with him.  But not Bob's boys.

At last the twins acknowledged Jason's presence by turning to face him.
They stood side by side, an arm thrown over each other's shoulder, their
perfectly muscled young bodies tapering down to the white briefs round
their slim hips.  Jason gasped as he saw the clear outline of their cocks
... so long and so stiff that the heads poked up over the waistband.

"Holy shit," he said again and stopped rubbing the bulge of his own cock,
knowing that he was about to cream his pants.  But he couldn't take any
more as a mere spectator ... he had to touch their smooth, tanned skin.  He
jumped up and took a step forward ... but the twins turned their back on
him.  Jason stopped in amazement and frustration.  No one turned his back
on Jason.  Usually when he walked toward guys they either fell on their
knees before him, or touched his spectacular body in awed muscle-worship.

But the twins were walking away from him ... toward the bed.  Jason could
do nothing but watch ... and wonder.  Standing beside the bed, their eyes
fixed on each other, they slowly pushed their briefs down and their
rock-hard cocks sprang free, the heads touching.  "Shit damn," Jason
breathed.  He unzipped his pants, pulled out his shuddering cock and
stroked it slowly with his left hand.  He always jerked off with his right
hand, and he knew that using his left would delay his climax that was
burning for release.

The twins lay on the bed together, kissing for a while, and then Kyle
twisted round to face in the opposite direction so that each boy's face was
level with his brother's cock.  Jason groaned, "Jesus Christ ... no...no
...!"  The boy's closed their hands round their brother's cock ... and
began to lick the head.  `Surely not,' Jason thought.  But it was true.
The boys eased forward, pushed their mouths further down on the cock,
further and further until their faces pressed into the tangle of their
brother's light brown pubic hair.

Jason yanked his hand off his cock to stop it exploding.  He raised his
arms, linked his hands behind his head and paced round the room, unable to
look at the incredible sight of the brothers locked in a passionate
sixty-nine position, sucking on each other's cock.  Jason was lost,
confused.  "Man, I've never seen ... never thought of anything so ... so
fucking beautiful in my life.  I can't ... I can't ..."

At long last Bob stood up, went toward Jason, took his face in his hands
and kissed him gently on the mouth.  Then he pulled back and smiled at him.
"Now you know what real beauty looks like, Jason.  Every time I see that I
gaze at them in wonder and shoot a massive load.  Now relax, Jason, trust
me, and come here."

Bob pulled off his T-shirt and pulled his cock from his pants.  They stood
facing each other on opposite sides of the bed looking down at the erotic
scene beneath them as the twins sucked each other's cocks with increasing
passion.  Instinctively Jason reached down to touch his cock but Bob
whispered, "No".

Bob reached forward across the bed and placed his hands on Jason's
shoulders.  Gazing into Bob's deep brown eyes Jason did the same, so they
were bracing each other across the bed.  Jason was desperate to touch his
cock and blast his load but Bob's grip on his shoulders restrained him.  He
tore his eyes away from Bob and lowered them to the bed beneath them.

The twins were in another world now, their own private world.  Bob knew it
was a secret space they had created long ago, of necessity, when they were
all alone in the world, with only each other for love and protection.  Some
called the love they had for each other unnatural, but they didn't care
... to the twins it had become the most natural thing in the world.  Even
now that they were secure in Bob's love, they still sometimes lost
themselves in each other's arms, each other's eyes, and in acts like the
one that was now dazzling Jason.

Jason was holding his breath, his heart beating wildly as he watched the
twins increase the rhythm of their remarkable act.  Their heads were
pounding each other's cock, their faces slamming into the pubic hair with
the passion of fraternal desire.  Jason heard them groan, saw the pace
quicken, saw the bodies stiffen, shudder ... and suddenly he knew that the
boys were drinking each other's cum.

He looked wildly up into Bob's calm face, then back down at the boys who
suddenly flipped over onto their backs and smiled up at him.  "Please,
sir," Kevin said softly.  "We would like to see you cum."  It was not so
much a request as an order ... the twins had completely bewitched Jason.
Digging his fingers into Bob's shoulder muscles to stop from touching his
cock, Jason felt heat rising up from his balls, race through his cock, and
he howled as it exploded in ribbons of white cream pouring down onto the
gorgeous young bodies beneath him.

As his semen splashed down on their chests and faces Jason was aware of a
second stream of cum joining his.  He looked up and saw Bob smiling at him.
Without touching their cocks both men had shot massive loads over the
twins.  The erotic display had been enough to release their orgasms in
homage to the sexual power of the two stunning, daring young brothers.

And Jason, so accustomed to being worshipped, had just performed an act of
worship himself.

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

The boys lay motionless on the bed, bodies covered in the semen of two men,
and they gazed up at them with the light of mischief dancing in their eyes.
They had played their part and now waited for their reward, handing control
back to the men.  They were immediately treated to the sight of two
handsome faces above them coming together in a long, lingering kiss.

Finally they broke apart and Bob smiled down at the twins with a look of
pride and intense love.  Innocent they may appear, but they had captivated
Jason with a stunning act and tamed a narcissistic muscle-god into a
submissive worshipper of their beauty.

"Wanna beer?" Bob asked Jason, breaking the spell he was under.  They
zipped up their pants and, still shirtless, sprawled back in the armchairs,
while the boys waited patiently, smiling at each other in the certain
knowledge that they would get exactly what they wanted for their birthday.

Jason took a long swig of beer and said, "Man, that sure beats jacking off
looking at myself in the mirror.  I can't believe that you get to be with
these incredible boys all the time.  You are so damn lucky ... no, sorry, I
guess luck had nothing to do with it."  Jason laughed.  "I remember what I
said to Mark ...  `it would take a real special man to have them as his
boys.  He'd have to be fucking gorgeous'.  And here you are ... fucking
gorgeous."

"OK," said Bob, "so what's next?  You shot such a monster load of jism just
now that you'll probably want to kick back until you're juiced up again."

"Are you kidding?" Jason grinned, squeezing the fabric at his crotch,
emphasizing the shape of the huge boner in his pants.  "With you and your
boys I could cum every ten minutes.  Come on, let's take a look."  They got
up and stood at the foot of the bed.

Once again the twins felt like pieces of meat being examined ... and they
loved it.  "Here, you haven't got a good look at this yet," Bob said,
leaning forward and pushing the twins' legs high in the air."  Jason gaped
as he saw their perfect young asses, a light fuzz of hair surrounding the
holes that begged for attention.  "Oh, man," Jason breathed, "that is so
fucking beautiful.  I have to ..." he looked up at Bob ... "Is it OK if I
...?"

"Go for it, stud, they're all yours."  Jason fell to his knees and gazed at
the tantalizing asses in front of his face.  "Oh, shit," he moaned.
Throwing caution to the winds he plunged his face against Kevin's ass and
licked it hungrily, burying his tongue deep inside the hole.  The juices of
the moist membrane were like nectar to him and he groaned in ecstasy.  He
pulled back and moved over to Kyle, licking the soft downy fur round his
ass, then pushing his tongue in deep.

Jason was going wild, licking, kissing, probing first one ass then the
other.  He looked up at Bob in a daze.  "Oh man," he said, "these asses are
so fucking sweet they could make a grown man weep."  Bob's cock stiffened
in his jeans as he held the legs high and gazed down at the handsome blond,
his mouth and face smothered in saliva.  The muscular young fireman had
already busted a load just watching the twins, and now he was a slave
worshipping their asses.

He was working himself into a frenzy, the muscles in his magnificent body
rippling as he moved from one boy to the other, his head moving up and down
as his tongue worked their asses feverishly.  But Bob was startled when
Jason suddenly leaped to his feet, wild eyed.

"Shit," he said feverishly, "I've gotta fuck those asses.  Please, man,
look ..." and he pulled his cock from his pants, hard as steel.  "Please,
man, I gotta bury my rod in those gorgeous young asses and empty my load
inside them."  His voice became plaintive.  "I know they belong to you,
man, but can I?  Can I fuck them?"

"Hmm," Bob said, feigning doubt and prolonging Jason's suspense.  "I dunno
about that, man.  It's really up to the twins.  Guys, take a good look at
the fireman here.  Do you want to feel his cock in your ass?"

"Yes please, sir," they shouted in perfect unison.

"Guess that settles it then," Bob grinned.  "Go for it, man."

In a frenzy Jason pulled off his boots, pushed the suspenders from his
shoulders dropped his pants and his shorts.  The twins' startled eyes
opened wide as they saw the fireman naked for the first time, his muscled
thighs and calves matching the perfection of his torso.  Their cocks pulsed
as they saw Jason spit in his hand and wipe it over his cock

Jason dropped to his knees on the bed and took over from Bob pushing
Kevin's legs back.  He pressed the head of his cock against the warm, moist
hole and almost shot his load right there, just gazing at the young
cum-soaked body ..... waiting for the fireman to fuck his ass.  Jason saw
Kyle's plaintive expression next to Kevin and said, "Come on, Bob.  Help me
out here."

Bob dropped his jeans and was finally naked like the other three.  He knelt
beside Jason and pressed his cock against Kyle's ass.  "OK, guys," he
smiled, "I know you have often blown your wad jerking off over the picture
of the muscle-god fireman in your calendar.  Well now he's right here, in
the flesh ... and he's gonna fuck you.  Happy birthday, guys ..."

That was Jason's cue, and in perfect unison with Bob he pushed his long
cock slowly, steadily into the boy's ass.  Kevin looked up at him his heart
pounding, and he said softly, "Thank you, sir ... aaah."  Jason leaned
forward and pinned Kevin's arms to the bed, gazing at him with his piercing
blue eyes.  "You like that, eh kid?  You like the big firefighter's cock in
your sweet ass?  Here, feel it."  He pulled back and then Kevin felt the
long stiff rod sliding back into him.

Bob matched Jason's steadily increasing rhythm as their cocks rode the
young asses.  Soon Bob said, "Hey, Jason.  I think my boy here wants a
fireman's dick in his ass too.  How about it?"  Seamlessly they switched
sides and Jason pressed his cock against Kyle's quivering hole.  But he
frowned.  "Nah, I don't think he wants it as much as his brother."

That drove Kyle crazy and he said urgently, "No ... I do, sir ... I do want
it ... real bad ... please, sir ... please fuck my ass ... aaah!"  His
frustration dissolved in the exquisite feeling of Jason's pole driving deep
inside him.  And so it continued, with Bob and Jason switching from boy to
boy, fucking one willing ass then the other.  The twins knew how to
heighten the erotic sensation.  They closed their eyes, felt the piston
working in their ass, then suddenly opened their eyes and with a surge of
surprise saw, as if for the first time, the spectacular men rising and
falling over them.

It was Bob who sensed that the twins were reaching their climax and he said
gently, "What do you want, guys?"  The brothers looked up with glazed eyes
and said together in dreamlike voices, "Please cum inside us, sirs."  Bob
glanced at Jason and they both felt the immense pressure rising in their
cock and balls.  When it exploded it was spectacular.  There were four
screams as the first blast of semen slammed into the boy's asses.  Then Bob
and Jason switched for the last time and poured a second load into the
other boy.

They pulled back and watched in awe as the twins reached over to each other
and stroked each other's cock, causing two massive orgasms, streaming fresh
semen over their already cum-soaked bodies.  The men pulled their cocks out
of their asses, stood up and gazed in disbelief as the twins still stroked
each other, their chests splashed with spurts of white juice.

"Let's do it man," Jason said softly to Bob.  They held their cocks,
pointed them down at the shuddering twins and blasted more cum into the
handsome young faces.  The twins gasped as they felt themselves drowning in
semen, seeing through the white spray the glorious sight of their master
Bob and the fireman of their dreams ...  the men who had just fucked their
asses.

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

A few minutes later Bob was pulling on his jeans and Jason his yellow work
pants, leaving the suspenders dangling at his sides.  A wave of excited
energy seized the twins and they sprang from the bed.  They pulled on their
briefs, gazed with sparkling eyes and spoke breathlessly.  Kevin: "Thank
you, sirs."  Kyle: "The best birthday present ever."

They ran out of the room and down the stairs.  Bob pulled Jason to the
window and said, "Look down there."  Jason's eyes opened wide.  "Holy
shit!"

Down in the garden the twins burst from the house and stood on the lawn
breathless, their hearts pounding.  The group of men round the table were
stunned into silence as they gazed at the twins, in their white briefs,
smothered with the cum of multiple orgasms, juice pouring down their faces,
flowing over their beautiful bodies, and dripping into a pool at their
feet.

As might be expected it was Darius who broke the silence, his fantasy
machine going into overdrive.  "Shit damn.  Dudes, you look like the whole
goddam football team tied you down and jerked off all over you."  That
unleashed a clamor of cheers, wolf whistles, applause and raunchy comments.
Bob and Jason came out of the house, barefoot and shirtless, and stood
behind the twins they had just fucked.

Bob said quietly to the twins, "OK, kids, you are definitely the stars of
the show and you just made a spectacular entrance.  But a star also has to
know how to make an exit.  Why don't you go dive into the pool and clean
off."  The twins walked proudly past the cheering group, with no hint of
embarrassment, Bob was pleased to see.  They stood at the end of the pool,
paused, then rose up on their toes and executed a perfectly synchronized
swan dive into the water, to more prolonged cheers.

The only man that was not joining in the general enthusiasm was Randy, as
Pablo was very aware, seated opposite him.  The boy was more interested in
his hero than in the dazzling show put on by the twins, and knew that Randy
had his eyes fixed on the fireman.  "What you gonna do, sir?" Pablo asked
quietly.  Randy leaned across the table, smiled and ruffled his boy's hair.
"You just look and learn, kiddo.  Pay attention ... and I'll take my cue
from you."

"Right, sir," Pablo said, thrilled that Randy was about to exert his
authority, and that he apparently, was to be a part of it.  Bob and Jason
walked over to join the men at the table and Pablo quickly shuffled
sideways on the bench, making room for Jason to sit next to him ... facing
Randy.  The rowdiness of the group died down as they all tuned in to the
conversation, the confrontation actually, between Randy and the fireman.
They all knew what was up and Darius rolled his eyes conspiratorially at
the other boys, listening hard as he drank his beer.

"So, you said you wanted to talk to me," Jason said with a confidence
bordering on arrogance.  The knowledge that he had been a spectacular
birthday present for the twins was a great boost to his ego and vanity, so
now he had no reluctance to take on the apparent boss of the outfit.  "Bob
mentioned something about a trial of strength?"

"Yeah ..." said Randy, with a faint hint of his old Texas drawl.  "Yeah
... see, when a new man comes to the house he usually has to deal with me
first.  This is, as you see, an outstanding group of men and as I'm the
boss I have to see if a guy has what it takes to be one of us.  They've all
been through it."

"Through what?  What test of strength are we talking about here?"

"Well, it can take different forms.  The most common is a simple bout of
arm-wrestling, one fall only, no best-of-three crap or anything."

Jason flashed his gleaming smile.  "OK, man, no problem ... bring it on.
But I should warn you that when I was an athlete at Kansas State University
I was the Kansas Junior Arm-wrestling Champ."

"Is that so?  Yeah, well look around you, Toto, `cause I don't think we're
in Kansas anymore."

Darius happened to be taking a swig of beer and he did an elaborate spit
take as he choked with laughter and sprayed beer over the table.  Zack
clipped him behind the head but couldn't suppress his own smile as the
whole group broke into fits of laughter.  To his credit Jason joined in,
his appreciation of Randy growing in spite of himself.

"So let's go, stud," Jason said.  "No time like the present.  You, me, and
a table between us.  What more could we need?"

Darius nudged Pablo and indicated the camera he was holding under the
table.  "Gotta get this on camera, dude." he whispered, "This is gonna be
one for prosperity."

"Posterity," Pablo murmured, kicking him under the table.

The men beside Randy and Jason shuffled aside on the bench to give them
space, but Randy was becoming irritated by the vanity and arrogance of the
fireman.  Mark and Bob had already confronted it but Randy was less
forgiving.  Any hint of a challenge to his dominance in the house had to be
dealt with.  Plus the man was undeniably spectacular to look it, with his
blond good looks and perfectly sculpted physique and the boys, at least,
were drooling over the new muscle-god.  No, the man had to be dealt with
... put in his place.

Randy leaned forward and planted his elbow firmly in the middle of the
table, his forearm raised.  Jason did likewise and their palms slapped
together, thumbs crossed, fingers wrapped round hands in a vise-like grip.
Randy made laser-like eye contact and said, "Before we start, one other
thing you should know, Jason.  In this house we spice the contest up a bit.
It's like this ... the winner always gets to fuck the loser's ass.  That's
about it ... simple as that."

Jason flinched imperceptibly, but what Randy said didn't really faze him.
He knew he could beat this guy, big boss or not, and it would be a real
turn-on showing off to the whole crowd as he stripped naked and fucked the
boss's ass.  "Ready?" came Randy's gruff voice.  Out of the corner of his
eye he saw Pablo gazing at him with his hero-worship expression and a hint
of a smile.  He knew Randy could take the fireman in a heartbeat but he
also knew that he would put on a show first.  "OK, kiddo ... count us
down."  Pablo took a deep breath.

"Three...two ... one ... go!"  Muscles flexed, biceps bulged ... and the
match was on.  There was no movement at first, just tense, straining
muscles as the men stared at each other psyching each other out.  Then the
arms moved a little, one way then the other as each man gained a slight
advantage.  The seconds went by and to the onlookers the men seemed evenly
matched, but Pablo knew better.  He knew Randy's strength well, having been
on the receiving end many times, and he caught the quick glance Randy threw
at him, with a smile on his lips.

Pablo loved that Randy was showing off to him, as well as putting on a show
for the other guys and especially for Jason.  And he knew just what was
happening as he saw Jason begin to force Randy's hand back further and
further toward the table.  There were muffled gasps round the table as the
guys contemplated the possibility of the fireman beating the boss and then
fucking his ass in a humiliating public display.

The back of Randy's hand was only inches from the table when he looked at
Pablo and raised his eyebrows questioningly.  Pablo ginned ... time for his
cue ... and nodded enthusiastically.  And suddenly it was over.  With a
surge of unbeatable strength Randy easily pushed Jason's fist up and over,
slamming it down on the table.  Pablo had known all along that Randy was
toying with Jason, and he glowed with pride as he gazed at his hero.

"Shit, damn," Jason groaned, dropping his face down on his aching arm on
the table.  When he finally looked up and stared at Randy the truth hit
him, that this wild, gypsy-looking muscle-stud was going to fuck his ass.
Mark had previously mentioned to him Randy's legendary, merciless fucks and
Jason realized that arm-wrestling wasn't the trial of strength ... the real
one was just beginning.

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

Throughout the arm-wrestling bout Darius had circled unobtrusively with his
camera.  He was expert at staying in the background out of the contestants'
eye-line, and now he was standing by the house, his camera to his eye.  He
trained it first on the big group of men sitting expectantly round the
table, then panned round to the two bodybuilders facing each other at the
side of the garden by the trees.

The men locked eyes, chests heaving, like gladiators preparing for the
climax of their show.  Jason, still defiant, pushed the suspenders from his
shoulders and they dropped to his sides.  Randy stared at the perfect,
ripped musculature of the fireman and grinned.  "Gotta hand it to you, man.
You have a sensational body."  He pulled off his own T-shirt and Jason
inhaled sharply as he saw for the first time Randy's spectacular torso,
muscles honed by years of hard labor on construction sites.

"OK, man, on the ground."  Jason had accepted the terms of the challenge
and knew he had no choice.  He lay on the ground on his back, his head near
the trees.  Randy reached down, grabbed the bottom of Jason's heavy pants
and in one move yanked them down his legs and off, holding them in his hand
like a trophy.  He looked at them and came to a decision.  He unbuckled the
suspenders from the pants and threw the pants down.

He smiled down at the naked fireman.  "There's one other detail I forgot to
tell you, man.  As I said, the loser gets his ass fucked, sure, but I don't
think I mentioned that be also gets tied up."

He walked toward the trees, grabbed one of Jason's wrists and tied one of
the suspenders round it.  Any other man would have objected that this was
not in the original rules of the game, was like moving the goal-posts.  But
Jason's arrogance, his vanity, would not let him do that.  He would show
Randy ... he'd show them all ... how tough he was.  "Go ahead, man, he
growled.  "Do what you want.  I can take whatever you dish out, and more."

In a minute he was helpless on his back, his arms spread-eagled, each wrist
tied to a tree on either side of him.  There was a moment of panic where he
looked back over his shoulder and pulled against his restraints.  Darius
tightened the focus on this glorious sight of the naked muscle-god,
shoulders and arms bulging as his body twisted on the ground in a hopeless
attempt to get free

Randy pulled open his pants and let them drop.  Naked, he paced round his
victim, gazing down in admiration at the fireman's magnificent body.  "OK,
man, this is it.  This is how I have welcomed every man to our group."  He
dropped to his knees and hooked Jason's legs over his shoulders.  Now that
the time had come, fear struck Jason and he stared wildly up at Randy.
"Just remember, man ... I never do this ... I don't get my ass fucked."

"Ah, don't feed me that bullshit, man," Randy growled "I know Mark and Bob
have had their dicks in your ass.  But you should've come to me first ... I
wouldn't have been so rough on you.  As it is ..."

"Aaaagh!"  The young fireman's scream echoed round the garden as he felt
the huge steel rod pierce him, plunging right down into his gut.  Pain
roared through his body as the rod pulled back, then speared him again,
more violently than before.  Jason's head thrashed from side to side, his
body writhed and he pulled desperately on his bound wrists in a futile
attempt to ease the pain.  He stared wildly up at the dark gypsy face above
him, at the massive body slamming down on him again and again.

Randy saw the panic in his eyes and, without letting up on the attack on
his ass, said, "OK, man, I'll give you a break.  If you want me to stop,
I'll stop.  I just need to hear you beg, in front of all the guys."

Through his haze of pain Jason said, "You'll never hear that, asshole.
I'll never beg to you."

"We'll see about that," Randy said, and speeded up the piston jackhammering
the fireman's ass.  He knew he could break the man ... he could break any
man ... but that's not what he wanted ... not exactly."  He glanced over at
Pablo and grinned, and Pablo knew what came next.

Randy pounded the ass brutally and knew that Jason was about to submit.
Jason croaked, "OK, that's enough ..."  But suddenly the pain stopped.  The
hug cock was still inside him, but it was no longer a weapon.  In disbelief
Jason felt it pull back, then slowly, gently, ease back into his ass, all
the way deep, deep inside until it passed over the inner sphincter and came
to rest.

Jason was mesmerized by the blue eyes smiling down at him.  He had already
felt the anger fuck of Mark, then the gentle, caring fuck of Bob, and now
Randy's brutal hammering.  But he had never felt anything like this new
incredible sensation.  It was not love or admiration, he knew that, not
mercy for a beaten rival.  It was ... an act of raw masculinity by a
dominant alpha male who could rip his ass to shreds but was instead holding
back ... a warrior restraining his instinct for conquest.  The huge, thick
cock was still a potential weapon but now the man was using it as a tool
for victory of another kind.

After a long pause Jason felt the shaft pulling slowly back up inside his
ass until it stopped, about to pull out, and he heard Randy's voice.  "You
were saying, Jason?  `That's enough?'  You want me to stop fucking you,
man?  OK, I said you only had to ask ... so I'll stop."

"No, no ... don't stop, man.  Please leave your dick in my ass.  Please
don't stop.  I want you to fuck me.  Please, sir."  Jason was staring up at
the hypnotic blue eyes set in the dark stubbled face and all he knew was
that he wanted to feel this incredible man cum in his ass.
 "Tell me, Jason," Randy said softly.  "Say it out loud so everyone can
hear."

"Sir," Jason shouted.  "I want you to fuck me, sir.  I submit ... you are
the best.  Please, sir, I'm begging you.  I want you to fuck my ass, sir."

Randy flashed a brief smile at Pablo, then focused back on the man who had
tears in his eyes.  "OK, Jason.  I told you, you had only to ask."

And so the construction worker began the strong, slow caress of the
fireman's ass.  Jason clenched his ass muscles round the huge shaft that
was boring deep inside him, setting his ass on fire.  He saw the powerful
body restraining itself as it rose and fell gently over him and he was
mesmerized by the steel blue eyes.  Like so many others before him, Jason
had surrendered to the powerful sexual magnetism of the king of the
gypsies.

As Randy gazed down at the beautiful blond face he suddenly saw himself
reflected in the deep blue eyes, felt himself drawn into them, into the
magical world that only he and Bob shared.  Instantly he knew that Bob must
have felt this too when he had fucked Jason.  Randy was jolted, thrown
off-stride, and he knew this had to end.  The startling experience had made
his cock pulse and he felt the juice rising up from his balls.

"OK, Jason," he said, "you're gonna shoot your load all over yourself, but
not until I say you can.  First, you're gonna feel my juice inside you.
Here it comes, man ...oh yeah ..."  His body shook, the rod jerked inside
the fireman's ass and Jason gasped out loud as he felt the cock explode
deep inside him, felt the warm semen of this glorious man pouring into him.
Jason's body was on fire, his balls were bursting and he was desperate to
shoot.  "Please, sir," he groaned.  "Please let me cum.  I beg you."

"You only had to ask," smiled Randy.  "OK, do it, stud."

"Aaagh!" Jason screamed, not in pain this time but in ecstasy, as his cock
jerked, his whole body spasmed and a huge plume of white cream arced into
the air and splashed down on his chest, then another, pump after pump,
until his body was smothered in pools of his own cum.

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

It was a long time before Jason's heaving body subsided and he felt Randy's
cock pull out of his ass.  Randy leaned forward and untied his wrists,
throwing the suspenders over his cum-soaked chest.  "Here," he grinned, "I
think these are yours.  He fell forward and pinned Jason's wrists to the
ground, arching over him and gazing into his eyes.

"Now you know, Jason.  You know why I'm the boss.  You're a spectacular
looking man and you are right to be proud of your flawless body ... vain
even, that's OK with me.  All these men here are in awe of you, and the
boys especially all want you.  But the boys all have masters who love them
and if you cause any trouble between them you'll answer to me ... and I
think you know what that means.  Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

Randy stood up and pulled Jason to his feet.  After they pulled on their
pants Randy ran his eyes over Jason's gleaming cum-soaked chest and face,
put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Now, unless you have to report back
to work, can you stay here for the night?"

"Yes, sir.  It would be a privilege."

"Good.  Now this tribe you see here is made up of several small families.
Mine consists of my lover Bob, his twins, and my boy Pablo.  Tonight you
will spend with us.  The two most precious things in life to me are Bob and
Pablo, especially their asses.  And to show how much I admire you, stud,
I'm gonna let you inside both of them.  Now that's a privilege.  Plus I
know they're longing to feel that big rod of yours inside them.

"But right now you're gonna get to know all the other men round that table,
and tomorrow it's all fair game.  By the way, I noticed the way you and
Mark were looking at each other ... shit you two look just like each other
... and then there's Mark's beautiful young surfer boy, Jamie.  You three
would look good together ... who knows?"

He threw his arm over Jason's shoulder, they walked toward the table and
Randy said loudly, "Listen up, guys.  Jason's OK ... he's one of us."  In
the cheers and applause from the group only Mark and Zack held back, always
resentful of these macho displays by Randy when someone new came to the
house.  They respected and admired Randy, and had themselves been subject
to the same treatment, but they never thought of themselves as subservient
to him.  The cop and the black leatherman had no boss, and certainly not
Randy.

Besides, Mark had seen how Jamie's eyes glowed as he had looked at Jason
earlier and he now leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Don't worry,
kid, I have plans for us.  I know Jason wants to meet you properly, even
though I told him you were off limits.  I think he might invite us over to
his place ... and I think we might accept.  That be OK with you?"  His
answer was a pair of shining eyes and then a pair of lips pressing against
his mouth.

Randy was still holding the floor, proudly introducing Jason to the rest of
the group.  "Over there, that handsome stud is my younger brother Steve,
next to his lover, our architect Lloyd.  They live in a fancy house on
Mulholland.  And in their guesthouse lives that gorgeous Marine right
there, Hassan, who will probably spend the night there with his boy Nate
and Nate's other master Adam.  Nate and Adam are both Aussies ... Nate's
our houseboy and Adam works for the airlines so he's always dropping in
here to make sure Nate's being treated OK.

"I think you've already met our resident leather stud, Zack, and his boy
Darius, and nestled up against Darius for protection from this horde is
young Eddie from Palm Springs.  Those three will no doubt be sleeping
together in Zack's house across the street.  And last but not least is my
boy Pablo who you'll be getting to know a whole lot better tonight, right
kiddo?'

"Right, sir," Pablo said proudly.

"So that's our tribe, Jason.  Whad'ya think?

"Un-fucking-believable," said Jason.  "The most beautiful bunch of guys
I've ever seen."

"Well you'll fit right in, calendar guy.  Shove over guys and make room for
him.  And keep your hands off him, boys ... no licking that jism off his
chest."

Bob got up from the table and walked over to Randy with a broad smile.
"Well, big guy, I guess you showed Jason and everyone else who's the boss
around here.  And I suppose you've promised my ass to Jason.  I saw the
look that passed between you ... that special look of ours that I thought
was unique to us.  Well I have a confession.  When I was fucking him I felt
it too.  I mean he's so fucking gorgeous.  We're gonna have to be careful
there."

Randy grinned.  "No sweat, buddy.  You and I are solid, and I'll prove it.
All that fucking has made me hot for the ass I really want.  Let's cut out
of here for a while."

"Man, I'd follow you anywhere," Bob laughed.  "After all, you're the boss."

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial of Strength" ... Part 153


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