Date: Sat, 8 Jun 2013 01:48:20 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 161  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 161
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
   Steve and Lloyd give Eddie a demonstration on submission.  "He stared in
awe... two near-naked muscle-gods in a dungeon ... the handsome architect
straining helplessly against the rope round his neck as Steve gloated,
`You're finished, stud ...bound and broken.  Submit!'."  Eddie faces the
same fate from Hassan.  The shirtless Marine says, "You dare to defy me,
boy?  No one defies me!  You will submit, boy."

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


A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - Chapter 161 – "Steve & Lloyd Give Eddie a Lesson"

The drama that had begun with Darius's foolish mistake was finally over,
culminating in the spectacular climax of his `punishment.'  Tied
spread-eagled in the hammock, the naked black boy had been fucked in turn
by all the men ... the Marine, the fireman, the cop, the business
executive, the construction worker and finally by his master, the black
leather-stud.  It was beyond the wildest fantasy that even Darius's fertile
imagination could ever have dreamed up.

Now he was a hero to the other boys and he spent the next hour with them
crowded into his room watching spellbound as Pablo screened the video he
had made of the entire show.  As Darius said proudly, "The first time I
ever starred in my own movie!"

But there was one boy absent from the group ... Eddie.  That was Bob's
idea.  "I don't think it would be good for Eddie to see Darius get
punished," he had said.  "He worships Darius, looks on him as his master,
and we don't want to shatter any illusions he has."  Randy had come up with
the solution.  "I'll call my brother Steve, have him ask for Eddie to go up
there and clean his place.  I somehow don't think the kid will mind being
alone with Steve and Lloyd for a while."

Eddie had a vague feeling that there was more to Steve's request than just
needing him to come and clean the house.  It wasn't his regular day as
houseboy there after all.  Never mind ... the very thought of an afternoon
with the muscle-stud doctor and the handsome architect made Eddie's cock
stir in his shorts.  So there he was working hard cleaning the whole house,
though he was frequently distracted by the sight of Steve and Lloyd working
in their office, and especially when they later stripped down to their
Speedos for a swim, then lounged by the pool.

Actually Steve had been watching Eddie intently.  His therapist mind had
been busy, running over something he had heard from three men ... first
Zack, then Randy and Bob.  They had all mentioned their concerns about the
boy's apparent lack of sexual limits.  He loved being tied up and fucked
but seemed to ignore his own pain threshold.  He never used the safe word
and always wanted more, despite the pain.

As a therapist Steve had encountered this masochistic tendency in a few of
his patients before and knew just how dangerous it could be in a boy if he
were with the wrong man.  He talked it over with Lloyd as they lazed by the
pool.

"I'm not technically the boy's therapist but I really think I should tackle
the subject with him.  Words alone won't help, though.  I can talk `til I'm
blue in the face but he'll only hear what he wants to hear."  He grinned at
Lloyd.  "You know my methods, buddy ... unorthodox to say the least.  What
the boy needs is a demonstration.  Think you can help me out with that?'

"Hey, count me in, man.  You know I'm always up for some rough stuff with
you, big guy."

"OK," Steve grinned.  "We're on, then."  Eddie was at the far end of the
house cleaning windows so he had not heard their conversation, but now
Steve shouted over to him.  "Hey, Eddie, why don't you take a break and
come sit with us?  I need to talk to you."

Eddie's first reaction was nervousness.  He was in awe of this stunning
couple, with their muscled physiques, handsome square-jawed faces and their
air of professional success and power.  In their beautiful home on
Mulholland high in the Hollywood Hills they seemed so far out of his
league, the shy bar-back turned houseboy, the most junior of all the boys
in his house.  Up to now, on his regular day to come up here and clean,
Eddie had always been with Nate, and together they worked on this house and
Hassan's guesthouse just down the hill.  Secretly (he never told anyone
about this, not even Nate or Darius) he would watch Steve and Lloyd
surreptitiously, stroke his cock and cum in his shorts, then hurry to the
bathroom to clean off.  When he cleared up their bedroom, picking up their
discarded gym clothes and underwear, he was so turned on that he buried his
face in the sweaty clothes and jerked off again.  And now here he was alone
with the men, and what's more he had been summoned to join them as they
lounged in swim briefs by the pool, their perfect physiques gleaming in the
afternoon sun.  No wonder he was nervous!  What did Steve want to talk to
him about?  Had he done something wrong?  Was he about to get fired?  He
hurried over to them and stood almost at attention, hoping he was simply
going to get new cleaning instructions.

Steve liked the boy a lot ... his naïve charm, simple honesty, lack of
attitude or pretention of any kind.  And, as Lloyd had remarked to Steve,
"He's a really cute kid, you know, handsome face, great young body now he's
been working out with Darius.  He's eye candy, that's for sure."  Steve
looked up at Eddie with a broad smile, determined to put the nervous young
kid at his ease.  Ever the therapist he knew the way to do it.

"Hey, Eddie, before you sit down with us, could you do me a favor?  On the
counter in the kitchen there's a tray of sandwiches.  Would you go and get
them, and bring out some beers while you're at it?"

"Of course, sir, right away," Eddie said brightly and ran indoors, happy to
do what he was used to doing ... being of use to the men.  Lloyd smiled at
Steve.  "You're good at this, buddy, helping the kid relax."

"I should be, Lloyd, it's my job.  The kid's out of his depth, so the best
thing to calm his nerves is to give him a purpose, something to do that
he's good at.  You know, buddy, I feel kinda protective of the boy.
According to Zack his life in that leather bar in the desert bar was real
limited ... the shy young bar-back from Nebraska who gave blow jobs to the
leather daddies in the back room."  He grinned.  "One thing he got out of
it, though, was practice ... the men in the house say that he gives the
best blow jobs in town ... a real expert it seems."

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

Steve's confidence-building tactic worked.  When Eddie reappeared with a
tray, heavy with sandwiches and beer, he seemed to have gained confidence.
He set it down, complete with napkins and a few extra munchies he had
added, and took a seat himself.  Not sure what to do next his confidence
ebbed, but again Steve came to the rescue with easy conversation.

"Here, Eddie, grab a beer, and eat up.  It's good having you here on your
own... Lloyd and I don't often get to talk to you ... gives us a chance to
get to know you a bit."  Steve's deep, gentle voice helped Eddie relax
again as he opened a bottle.  "So, how's it going down there with all those
guys, kiddo?  Must be a challenge cleaning up after that crowd."

"Oh, I love it, sir, and the guys are great to me ... even Randy, though I
was scared of him at first."

Smiling at Eddie's wide-eyed frankness Steve said, "Yeah, that big brother
of mine can be real intimidating. But you'll never have a better protector,
and deep down he can be kind and gentle."

"I know sir.  I was scared at first when he fucked me but it was totally
awesome, especially when he ..."  Suddenly he blushed, realizing he had
gone too far.

Steve laughed.  "Don't worry, kid, I know about all the sex that goes on in
that house.  A lot of it can get real rough, too.  Have you ever, er ...?"

"Oh yes, sir.  Zack and Darius showed me first, tying me up and all, and
when they whipped me it made me cum real fast.  I wanted them to keep doing
it but Zack said I'd had enough.  But really I hadn't, sir.  I loved the
feeling of it and I could have taken a lot more."

"Tell me about it," Steve said casually.  "Lloyd here is just like that
... can't get enough of me, eh, big guy?"

"Yes, sir!" Lloyd grinned, stroking the bulge in his Speedos.  Eddie picked
up on the way they held each other's gaze and saw the outline of Steve's
stiff cock under his briefs.  There was a heavy silence for a few seconds,
then Steve turned back to Eddie.  "Actually, some days we have a pretty
heavy session in the basement before dinner.  I take Lloyd down there, show
him who's master around here.  Sure feels like we're headed that way right
now, eh, Lloyd?"

There was a subtle change in the atmosphere as Steve and Lloyd stared
intensely at each other.  Suddenly Eddie felt that he was the third that
makes a crowd ... the men needed privacy for their "heavy session".  He
stood up, clumsily knocking against the table in his haste, and said, "OK,
sir, well I guess I should be going.  I've finished my work here.... the
windows were the last.  So thank you for the beer and food, sir."

He hesitated as he found himself staring at the two huge bulges under the
Speedos.  This was not lost on Steve who smiled up at him.  "Running away
so soon, Eddie?  We must've frightened you off with our talk of rough sex."

"Oh no, sir, nothing like that.  In fact I ..."  He trailed off,
instinctively covering his own bulge in his shorts with his hands."

"So why not stick around?" Steve said lightly.  "You could watch how a
handsome architect gets some of that arrogance knocked out of him."  He
grinned at Lloyd.  "Besides, having an audience turns Lloyd on.  Tell you
what, why don't you take all this stuff back to the kitchen and tidy up in
there while I get things set up in the basement?  Then you can join us
whenever you're ready.  That work for you?"

Did it!  This was the boy who jerked off just catching glimpses of them
working or by smelling their sweaty clothes, and now he was being invited
to watch their private rough-sex session in the basement.  He knew where
the room was but neither he nor Nate had ever been there.  The men
preferred to clean that room themselves.  But Eddie knew that's where they
had sex together ... and now he would actually get to watch what they did!

He cleared his throat and mumbled.  "Yes, sir ... thank you, sir.  That
would be fine."  (Fine? he winced to himself ... stupid word to use.)  His
nervous excitement was obvious as he clumsily set about clearing the table,
knocking empty bottles over trying to put them on the tray.  Finally he
picked up the loaded tray and turned toward the house, muttering, "Sorry,
sir ... thank you, sir.  See you in ... soon, sir."

Steve and Lloyd smiled as they watched him stagger back to the house.
"He's just beautiful," Lloyd laughed.  "Cute as a button and nervous as a
rabbit.  Hope we don't blow his mind down there.  Come on, let's get this
show set up, or this boner is gonna explode in my Speedos."

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

Eddie had never worked so fast.  He couldn't wait to run downstairs
... didn't want to miss a thing ... but the boy's work ethic was strong and
he was determined finish his job here.  He threw the bottles in the trash,
put the leftover food in the fridge, loaded the plates in the dishwasher
and cleaned the countertops.  Then, taking deep breaths he, illogically,
looked at himself in the mirror, smoothed down his T-shirt and tightened
the drawstring on his shorts.  He was ready.

His heart was beating wildly as he opened the door to the basement stairs
and went slowly down the steps.  There was another door at the bottom and
he stopped ... should he knock? ... no, mustn't interrupt.  The door
creaked as he opened it and crept in.  At first he could barely see
anything, it was so dark, just black walls and ceiling and two shadowy
figures, one moving in the middle of the room, the other standing by the
wall.  Eddie stopped ... and waited.

What happened next made him gasp.  It was pure theater.  Slowly the ceiling
lights came up, spotlights that cast pools of a soft red glow on the floor.
On the black walls hung pieces of equipment ... ropes, shackles, whips.  It
all reminded Eddie of pictures he had once seen of a dungeon.  But it
wasn't the room that made his heart pound and his knees buckle.

The figure in the middle of the room was Lloyd, but a much different Lloyd
from the proud, confident architect Eddie was used to.  He was still
wearing only his black swim briefs ... but now had a collar round his neck
attached by a long rope to the wall, allowing him to reach as far as the
middle of the room, like a dog tethered by the neck.

But that was not all.  His elbows had been pulled back and his arms draped
backwards over a horizontal wooden pole behind his back.  His wrists were
tied in front of him at waist height.  He could walk, move around the room
within the range of the rope, but his arms were immobilized, held tight by
the rod behind him, wrists bound just out of reach of his crotch.  His
biceps and shoulders bulged with the strain and his chest was flexed
hard...exposed, vulnerable.

Eddie almost creamed his shorts as he gazed at the perfectly muscled
gym-built physique, at the handsome, square-cut features, gray eyes and
dark hair.  He was a gorgeous man but his arrogance was now tamed as he
jerked at the rope tied to his neck as if trying to get free.  His arms
strained forward against the pole, trying to break it, making his
shoulders, chest and abs flex hard, gleaming under the red overhead lights.

Spellbound, Eddie gazed at the spectacle, but his trance was broken by
Steve's deep voice.  "You like my prisoner, Eddie?  Magnificent isn't he?"
Steve, also still wearing just his dark blue Speedos, had walked away from
the light switches and was now running his hands over the captive's bulging
chest and washboard abs.  "Yeah ... perfect ... and he's completely at my
mercy.  What d'ya think, kid?"

Eddie gulped, cleared his throat but no words came out.  There were no
words to describe what he saw.  Steve focused his attention on Eddie and
saw the huge bulge in his shorts.  "You too, eh, kid?  He does the same to
me," and he pulled his Speedos tight across his long hard cock straining to
break free.  "OK, let's see here, let's get you comfortable."  He grabbed
the neck of Eddie's T-shirt and pulled it off over his head.  "That's
better ... wow, it's more than better.  You got a great little body going
on here."  He stroked his hand over Eddie's nipples making him gasp and he
had to stop himself from blowing his wad in his shorts.

"Don't cum yet, boy.  Long way to go yet.  You'll know when it's time."
Steve looked again at the architect straining against the rope.  "You wish
that was you there, Eddie, tied up, waiting for me to work you over?"

Yes, sir," said Eddie, finding his voice at last, his eyes gleaming.  Steve
saw that almost manic gleam and was reminded again why they were here.
That was the hungry look that could easily get the boy into real trouble.
Steve hoped that he and Lloyd could help Eddie see just how dangerous it
could be if things got out of hand.

Steve went over to the wall and pulled off it a whip with multiple braids
of leather, a cat o' nine tails.  He stood before Lloyd, jabbed the end of
the whip under his chin, pushing his head up and forcing him to look into
his eyes.  They both understood that they had worked out this scenario as a
lesson for Eddie.  And yet, ...

As they gazed into each other's eyes they fell easily into the fantasy of
the moment, two near-naked men in a dungeon, one tied helplessly, straining
against the rope round his neck, at the mercy of the other.  They had
played sex games in this room many times before, some of them pretty
hard-core, and every time the fantasy was so erotic that it felt real.

Lloyd, always confident to the point of arrogance in public, was sexually
compulsive and had a strong masochistic streak in private.  Like many other
successful, powerful men, he had a perverse, deep-rooted need to be
sexually degraded.  When he had first met Randy, the construction boss had
taken one look at the handsome, well-dressed architect and decided that he
needed to "dirty him up a bit".  He had subjected Lloyd to hard, greasy,
menial labor on the construction site that left him groveling in the mud at
the feet of the muscle-stud boss.

Now that Lloyd and Steve were lovers, it was Steve who always assumed the
dominant role.  He was Randy's brother alright, with the same strain of
natural authority in him, though less savage than the macho, anger-fueled
roughneck.  Lloyd willingly submitted to Steve's natural domination ... and
yet it was not quite that simple.  The two men were both successful
professionals, alike and equal in so many ways.  So, as sexually turned on
as Lloyd was, deep down he felt an edge of resentment as he stood bound and
helpless, waiting to be worked over by his dominant partner.

All of this was in play now as Steve prodded the whip under his chin, with
a gloating smirk, and Lloyd stared back at him with a look of defiance.  As
always Steve was awestruck by the sight of the handsome, near-naked man
straining in bondage.  "Look at you, man," he taunted him, "big, gorgeous
muscle-stud at my mercy.  Shit, if your gym buddies could see you now.
They're used to you flaunting your perfect body as you work out, not roped
like an animal.  You know, you could save yourself a thrashing by
submitting right now, begging me to set your free."

"Go fuck yourself, asshole," Lloyd growled.

Steve's eyes blazed.  "So that's the way you wanna play it, stud.  OK, you
got it."  He raised the whip and brought it thrashing down in a series of
quick lashes across Lloyd's shoulders, chest and abs.  Lloyd jerked
backwards howling in pain, ducking and weaving to avoid the whip.  His
muscles flexed hard as he pushed his arms forward against the wooden rod
behind his back in a desperate attempt to break it.

Eddie was mesmerized.  Steve had made him sit in a chair by the wall out of
harm's way and he had a perfect view of the two bodybuilders, one lashing
the whip against the muscular body of the other as he stumbled round the
room, his neck pulling against the rope that tethered him, his magnificent
body exposed helplessly to the blows raining down on him.

The tortured muscle-god was taking the thrashing of his life.  In a futile
attempt at relief he strained his hands down to touch the cock bulging in
his briefs, but it was just out of reach.  Maddened, he turned sideways and
pounded the end of the rod against the wall in a futile attempt to push it
out through his arms.

"That's not gonna help you, man," Steve gloated.  "Face it, you're trapped,
you're finished, stud.  Give up ... you know the word ... `submit'."
That's all I need to hear from you."

"Go ... and ... fuck ... yourself," Lloyd repeated slowly.  Defiantly he
flexed his chest forward, blatantly offering it for more punishment.  "I
can take anything you dish out and more ... aaagh!"  He screamed as Steve
lashed the exposed chest even harder.

Maybe Lloyd could take this but Eddie knew he couldn't.  He gripped the
seat of his chair to stop touching his cock, but it was no good.  The image
was pornographic, the beautiful muscle-god roped at the neck, face twisted
in pain, muscles rippling under the lash, gleaming with sweat in the red
lights.  Hypnotized by the awesome sight Eddie felt his cock bulge, shudder
and explode in his shorts.  He hung his head and moaned, overwhelmed by
what he had seen.

For the boy it was all so graphically, painfully real.  He couldn't know
the back-story behind the men's sex games, or the dynamic of their
relationship, nor the fact that this was part of their plan to educate him.
Nor did he know that, as real as the tortured prisoner scene had become,
Steve never lost control, always whipped Lloyd way below his endurance
level.  With a whip like this with its leather braids, it was easy to
simulate vicious blows without inflicting real harm.

But to Eddie it had become painful to watch as the muscular body became
striped with the marks of the lash.  Now that he had cum his capacity for
fantasy lessened and he started to moan softly.  He looked up as the
punishment continued, the whip falling relentlessly on the tortured body.
Steve heard Eddie's moans and was aware that he had creamed his shorts.
Time for the next stage of the boy's education, he thought, and he shouted
to Eddie.

"All he has to do is shoot a load from his cock to submit to me, boy.
Maybe he needs some help with that.  Get your ass over here ... and that
hot mouth of yours."  Eddie obeyed instantly and the whipping paused.  "See
that bulge in his Speedos, boy?  I'm told you're the best little cocksucker
in town.  Maybe you can help this man to submit.  On your knees, boy."

Eddie sank willingly to the floor in front of Lloyd, grateful for the
opportunity to help bring his torment to an end.  And this was something
where he was an expert.  He pulled the Speedos down and the rigid shaft
shot out like a pole.  Eddie realized that it must have been hard ever
since the ordeal began.  He leaned forward, pressed his lips against the
head of the cock and let the shaft slide quickly all the way down his
throat.

He clenched his throat muscles round it and managed to look up at the
stunning bodybuilder, arms still trapped round the wooden pole, body
striped by the lash, face twisting in ecstasy now as he moaned, "Oh, man
... shit that feels fucking incredible.  That mouth is so hot."  Then he
gritted his teeth.  "But you're not gonna make me cum, neither one of you.
I'll never submit."

"Oh yeah?" Steve snarled.  "We'll see about that."  He had walked round
behind him.  "Man, look at the globes of that perfect white ass between the
tan lines.  They're rock hard.  Better loosen them up a bit.  Come on boy,
suck that dick."

Eddie heard the crack of the whip across Lloyd's ass, heard him yell as his
hips jerked forward and rammed his cock deeper into his throat.  Eddie
gagged and realized that this was going to be a blow-job like none he had
ever given.  As Lloyd braced for the next lash his hips moved back and the
cock slid partway out of the boy's mouth.  Then the whip cracked again, the
body jerked forward and the cock slammed hard into his mouth.

Steve didn't let up, increasing the rhythm of his blows, watching the white
mounds bounce under the whip.  As Lloyd howled with each blow his hips
lurched forward, his pubic hair smashed into the boy's face, the cock
rammed into him and Eddie choked again.  It took all his skill, perfected
in that back room of the bar, to swallow the cock down again and again
without passing out.  But Steve had told him to make Lloyd cum and he knew
he could.  Of all the leathermen who had fucked his face in that back room,
none had ever resisted his expert mouth before without a massive orgasm.

Tears spurted from Eddie's eyes as Steve continued to flog Lloyd's back and
ass, and the cock pistoned into his mouth with each blow.  Steve's whip was
driving the shaft down his throat!  He worked his throat, squeezing the
cock when it was deep inside and gripping it hard as it withdrew.  He saw
the magnificent body writhing above him as the lash cracked against it,
heard Lloyd's moans and realized that his screams of pain had been
transformed into groans of pleasure.  The pain in Lloyd's ass faded as the
sensation in his cock intensified.

"Oh shit, man" he moaned to Steve.  "This kid is driving me wild ... that
mouth of his, so fucking hot.  But you can whip me all you like, man, I'm
still not gonna cum.  Aaah!  Oh, man, my cock is feeling so damn good
... yeah suck it boy, while my master whips my ass.  Shit damn ... fuck
you, boy, you're making me so fucking hot ... you're making me ... I can't
hold back ... you're making me shoot ... damn you, boy ... fuck you
... aaagh!"

Eddie felt the cock jolt, shudder and release a blast of hot cum that
poured down his throat.  Frantically he swallowed stream after stream,
tasting the man's sweet juice as the bound body convulsed above him and
Eddie's own body jolted as he blasted another load of jism over Lloyd's
bare feet.

It took a long while for Lloyd's cock to drain, then at last to pull back
up the throat and out of his mouth.  With cum spilling out of his mouth and
down his chin Eddie rose to his feet.  He stepped back and watched
wide-eyed as the bound and broken bodybuilder sank to his knees, sobbing in
humiliation.

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

The kneeling muscle-god looked spectacular, head bowed in defeat, shoulders
and biceps bulging as the arms strained against the pole behind his back.
Steve stood triumphantly before him and pulled his head up by the hair,
forcing his handsome face to look up, tears streaming down his cheeks,
mouth sagging open.  "You ready for your master's cock?" Steve growled.  He
pulled his hard rod out of his briefs and rammed it into Lloyd's mouth,
making him choke.  Still grabbing his hair Steve hammered the helpless
face, but Lloyd looked so erotically beautiful in his misery that Steve
soon felt his cock bursting for release.

He pulled out and aimed his cock at the handsome, defeated face.  Steve
gloated, "Your gym buddies should see you now, stud ... a bodybuilder on
his knees, broken and humiliated.  You're finished, man."  Suddenly his
cock exploded, slamming cum straight into Lloyd's face, into his hair, his
eyes until it was running down to his neck and dripping onto his chest.

Eddie gazed in awe at the architect's stunning face, its square jaw,
chiseled features, once proud but now grimacing in abject degradation,
smothered in semen and tears.  It had been the most spectacular display of
one man breaking another, but, as fired up as he was, Eddie was relieved
that it was over.  There had been something in Lloyd's endurance of the
whipping and his refusal to submit that somehow disturbed him.  He sat back
in his chair.  Well, at least it was over.

But Eddie was wrong.  Steve had cupped his hand under Lloyd's chin and
forced him to look up at him through the mist of cum and tears.  The look
they shared was intense, charged with the erotic pleasure of one of their
hottest sexual confrontations ... but this time mixed with an understanding
that there was one more act to play out ... this time for Eddie.

A glimmer of a smile in Steve's eyes was quickly replaced by a snarl.
"Look at you, stud ... whipped, sucked off by a boy, face fucked, kneeling
in defeat.  I've broken you, man, you're finished.  Now you have to say it.
Give up, man ... submit and I'll set your free.  Let me hear the word."

There was a long, heavy silence as Lloyd's gaze up at Steve became one of
steely defiance.  "Go to hell!"  It was the insolence of the tortured rebel
... the ultimate challenge.

Steve's eyes blazed and he slapped the back of his hand across his
captive's face.  "Fuck you, man.  Fuck you!  What do I have to do to break
you, asshole?"  He grabbed the collar round Lloyd's neck and yanked him to
his feet.  He picked up the whip from the floor and shouted, "Is this what
you want, stud, more of this?  You wanna feel the whip curl round that
gorgeous body of yours?  OK, asshole, you asked for it.

Eddie could not believe that it was starting again and his body tensed as
he leapt to his feet.  He saw the whip rise and lash the body again, only
this time the captive did not buck and weave in defense.  He stood still, a
defiant smile on his face as the blows fell across his chest, abs,
shoulders, and curled round his back, striping his muscles with angry red
welts.  "Come on, man," Lloyd taunted.  "That all you got?  That's nothing
... come on, whip me, man, hurt me.  You don't get it ... I love pain ... I
can take everything you can dish out and never give in."

Angered by Lloyd's taunts Steve redoubled the blows, but still Lloyd defied
him, cum still pouring down his handsome face.  Incredibly his cock was
roaring hard and as the lash curled brutally round his whip-striped muscles
he screamed ..."Aaagh!! ... and his cock exploded in a stream of cum that
smashed against Steve's chest.

Enraged, Steve used every muscle in his body to defeat the spectacular
bodybuilder, but still Lloyd roared in defiance.  "That's better, big guy.
Come on, man, harder ... rip those muscles apart.  Make me suffer.  Thrash
that gorgeous body.  Break it, man!"

"NO!"  Eddie leapt forward.  "Don't listen to him, sir ... he doesn't mean
it, sir.  Please stop ... you're really gonna injure him sir.  He doesn't
know what he's saying.  He only wants more pain to show you how tough he
is."  He tried to grab Steve's arm and make him stop, but his efforts were
feeble against Steve's strength.

"Back off, kid," Steve growled.  "What do you know about any of this?"

"I do know, sir," Eddie pleaded desperately.  "I did the same with Zack and
Randy.  I went mad ... I never wanted them to stop hurting me ... no
limits.  Please, sir... stop whipping him, sir."  His mind was reeling and
he started to sob.  "OK, sir, what if I say it for him?  I'll say it, I
don't care ... I'll say it for him.  I submit, sir.  I submit.  Please, I
can't take any more ... I submit!"

Suddenly everything stopped.  Steve and Lloyd gazed at each other in a true
moment of triumph, while Eddie stood trembling, wild-eyed, breath heaving.
Then Steve turned to Eddie smiled and took him into his arms, holding him
tight and kissing his cheek.  He said softly into his ear, "Good boy,
Eddie.  That's what I wanted to hear."  He pulled back and smiled into his
eyes.  "I wanted you to understand.  Everyone has limits, kiddo, and it's
dangerous to ignore them.  This was our way of convincing you."

Eddie's tear-stained eyes gazed at Steve, trying to understand.  "You mean
... you mean ... this was all for me, sir?"

"Well, not all of it," Steve laughed.  "Lloyd and I had a great time too
... one of the best ....... especially my gorgeous, sexy man here.  Come
on, kid, give me a hand."

Following Steve's lead Eddie untied the wrists at Lloyd's waist and grabbed
the bar as his arms fell, while Steve unbuckled the collar from his neck.
Lloyd fell into Steve's arms in a tight bear hug.  "Thanks, buddy," Lloyd
said.  "You were incredible ... God, I love you."

They broke apart and Lloyd folded his arms round Eddie.  "You too, Eddie,
you were terrific.  Boy, you are one hell of a cocksucker ... .that blowjob
was awesome.  Any more where that came from?"

"Any time you like, sir.  Whenever I come up to clean, if you want."
Seeing the whip marks on Lloyd's flesh he licked his shoulders and chest,
then licked Steve's cum off his face.  Steve watched deep in thought, then
said, "Hey Eddie, you don't have to run away right away, do you?  How about
you stay on, help us make dinner and then spend the night with us.  Maybe
even give us the benefit of that mouth of yours a couple more times.  How's
that sound?"

It sounded great! ... spend the night with these two muscle-gods after
everything he had seen?  But seeing him hesitate, Steve smiled, "I know,
you have to clear it with the house.  Here's my phone.  Er, from what I
hear Darius is probably shacked up with Pablo right around now, so I
suggest you call Zack.  Eddie instantly got hold of Zack who jumped at the
idea.  The house was still resonating with the wild events of the day,
Darius was spending the night with Pablo, so it was much better for Eddie
to come back in the morning when things had settled down.

"Good, that's settled then," Steve smiled as Eddie snapped the phone shut.
"But you know, what Lloyd and I did here was kind of an experiment and
every doctor likes to be sure his therapy has worked.  So before we go
upstairs I'd kinda like to put it to the test.  Would you be up for
something like that, Eddie?"

Eddie wasn't exactly sure what he meant, but he had an idea that Steve and
Lloyd would be putting him through some kind of trial and already his cock
was getting stiff again.  He nodded in agreement and Steve said.  "OK, but
before we start there's one important thing to do.  I want you to call Zack
back and ask him a question...

Zack was surprised to get another call from a hesitant Eddie.  "Sorry to
trouble you again, sir.  I've been told to ... I mean, I want to ask you
something.  Sir, do you think I can trust Steve?"

Taken aback for a second, Zack grinned as he realized that Steve had told
him to ask this.  Part of the boy's training, no doubt.  "I'm glad you
checked with me, kid, and the answer is yes.  Steve is one of the good guys
and you can do whatever he tells you to do.  Not only can you trust him,
you'll probably have a whole lot of fun doing it, too.  So go for it, kid.
You have my blessing."

As Eddie put the phone down Steve said, "And remember, boy, always before
you do anything like this you have to be certain you can trust the guy.
Don't take the guy's word ... check with one of us.  OK, now let's get you
naked.  Come on Lloyd, old buddy.  Give me a hand here."

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

At any other time Eddie would have been scared.  But Zack had said he could
trust Steve and he would never have said that if it wasn't true.  So he
felt no fear, despite his present predicament ... only intense excitement.

He was in the middle of the room, sitting naked in the plain wooden chair,
his arms resting on the chair's arms, wrists tied to it.  His ankles were
tied to the front chair legs.  He was not in any discomfort, but he was
immobile, except for minimal flexibility of his torso and head.  Lloyd and
Steve were still stripped down to their swim briefs, with the addition now
of unlaced sneakers.  They paced around looking at the boy, sizing up the
opportunities he presented.

"So what are we gonna do with you, boy, Lloyd said?  You know all you have
to say is `submit' and you're free.  You gonna talk or are we gonna have to
make you?"

Eddie watched the beautiful men moving through the spotlights, their
muscles gleaming as light and shadow played over them.  He could have cum
just looking at them but knew that's not what was expected.  He also knew
instinctively to say nothing, certainly not the safe word.  So he simply
stared ahead defiantly.  His cock was rigid, his body trembling with
anticipation.

"Hey, buddy," Lloyd said, "looks like we got ourselves an insubordinate boy
here who's not talking.  Guess we're just gonna have to teach him a
lesson."

"Damn right," said Steve.  "Here, let's show him we mean business.  He went
to the light switches and manipulated them, turning the spots down to dark
red pools of light.  Eddie gasped as a hard white light flashed on and he
caught sight of himself in the wall mirror, the stark light shining down
like a cone round him.  The rest of the room was in shadowy red.

Yeah," said Steve, "Now there you have a boy waiting to be interrogated.
That's what they do in the military when an enemy prisoner won't talk.
What we need for a defiant kid like this is an expert at military
interrogation.  Hey, wait a minute.  Keep an eye on him buddy ... make sure
he doesn't try anything stupid.  I'll be right back."

To Eddie's surprise he left the room and his footsteps receded upstairs.
There was a deep silence as Lloyd towered over him, arms folded across his
chest.  Eddie's fantasies were running wild and he imagined himself being
worked over by this muscle-god.  He could have shot his load ten times over
... but instead, all he could do was wait.

As it happened, Steve's timing was perfect.  Just as he walked out of the
house Hassan was walking down the drive, just off work.  "Hey, Hassan, I
want you to do me a favor."  Hassan turned and grinned, and Steve shook his
head.  "Perfect, just perfect."  It was one of those days that Hassan had
spent filming a Marine training video, so he was in the usual action gear
of fatigues, boots, khaki tank and sleeveless uniform shirt stretched over
his muscular olive-skinned body.  He still had not removed the dark
camouflage streaks from his face.

Quickly Steve explained what had been going on and what they needed now.
"You don't want me to shower and change, first?" Hassan asked.

"Don't you dare," Steve grinned.  "You look exactly right just the way you
are."

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

Time was starting to drag in the dark room and Eddie shifted in the chair
as much as the ropes would allow.  Suddenly he heard footsteps, the door
opened, Steve came in and closed it behind him.  He whispered a quick word
to Lloyd and they went and leaned back against the wall, lit only by the
dim red lights.  Eddie was left alone, sitting under the harsh white light.
He looked at himself in the mirror and all he saw was a young guy, tied to
a chair naked, waiting for his interrogation to begin.

As the minutes ticked by Eddie came to understand the value of trust.  He
should have been terrified, but he knew for sure that nothing bad was going
to happen to him ... and besides, he knew the safe word.  Eddie was
starting to understand how the game was played.  But he also knew that it
had to feel real.

Finally he heard heavy footsteps on the stairs ... boots.  The door opened
and a tall, shadowy figure stood in the gloom.  It came slowly forward and
as it caught the red overhead lights Eddie gasped.  It was a
broad-shouldered muscular soldier in combat gear, his face streaked with
camouflage paint, eyes hidden behind dark mirror glasses.  He gazed down at
the boy, who instinctively pulled at his restraints.

Deep down Eddie knew this was Hassan, of course, but now the fantasy was so
vivid that he really was a soldier who had come to interrogate him.  Darius
had once told Eddie in lurid detail of that long-ago time when Hassan, a
soldier in the Arabian Desert, had interrogated Mark, who was then an
American soldier, torturing him chained to the wall of a cell.  And now it
was Eddie's turn, a naked boy tied helpless in a dungeon.  Despite all the
assurances he had received, he felt a tremor of apprehension run through
him.  This felt real!

The Marine reached forward, grabbed his hair and pulled his head up to face
him.  Eddie gazed up at the stunningly beautiful soldier with his dark
Arab/Asian features and muscular body, now brilliantly lit under the stark
white light shining down on his captive.  Feeling safe after what Zack had
said, knowing Steve was watching from the shadows, Eddie's mind, free of
fear, could focus on the fantasy he was living.  It was real.  He was a
young, naked prisoner in bondage at the mercy of this formidable, powerful
Marine.

The soldier whipped off his dark glasses and the exotic dark eyes bored
into his.  The deep, lyrical, strangely accented Arab voice was full of
menace.  "So, you are the boy who refuses to talk.  That is why they have
sent me ... I can make any prisoner talk.  You can save yourself much pain
and torment, boy, by submitting to me right now."  But Eddie was gripped
with a new defiance and remained silent.  "Very well.  It shall be as you
wish."

Eddie was mesmerized by the sight of the soldier shrugging off his shirt
and pulling his tank off over his head.  He stepped back under the red
lights, stripped to the waist, and flexed his magnificent body.  His voice
was louder now, harsher.  "Look at me, boy.  You dare to defy me?  No one
defies me ... I will break you, boy.  You do not yet understand my power.
Look at me!"

The voice alone was enough to excite Eddie's lust, but now, as he watched
the incredible shirtless soldier pace before him, muscles rippling under
the dappled light and shadow he knew he was already lost.  He pulled at his
restraints and caught sight of himself in the mirror struggling, a naked
boy waiting for this Marine muscle-god to work on him.  The sight, the
fantasy was overpowering.  Eddie lost control, felt his body shudder, his
cock pulse and he screamed as a ribbon of cum shot from him and splashed on
the floor at his feet.

He heard the soldier's guttural laugh of triumph.  "You see, boy, how my
mere presence is enough to break a man.  But we have not finished."  He
glanced over to the instruments of torture on the wall but shrugged
contemptuously.  "Huh, I have no need of those toys.  I have a weapon of my
own that always brings a man to his senses."  He unzipped his fatigue pants
and pulled out his thick, hard cock.  "A few minutes of this boy and you
will be ready to submit."

He yanked Eddie's face back again, the mouth fell open and he rammed the
cock straight down his throat.  Eddie choked and gagged on the huge
shaft... but he knew that he could withstand this weapon of torture.  He
had been well trained.  So he clenched his throat muscles hard and heard
the Marine gasp in surprise as he pulled his cock back, then pushed it
again down the hot chute that squeezed it tight.  Eddie felt a defiant need
to fight back, to show this man that he may be a boy but he was tough, not
so easy to break.

Hearing the soldier moan in a mix of pain and ecstasy Eddie sensed that his
arrogance had been punctured.  So he applied all his skill, squeezing his
throat then relaxing it, making his mouth fuck the soldier's cock.  Now it
was his turn to demonstrate his power ... and it didn't take long.  The
more the soldier pounded his mouth the more his cock shuddered, bulged
... and then "aaagh!"  The Marine screamed as he exploded in Eddie's mouth,
streams of bitter-sweet juice that Eddie's practiced throat swallowed
easily in big triumphant gulps.

The cock finally pulled out and Eddie looked up at his surprised face,
taking one last arrogant gulp to prove that no man's cock would ever make
him submit.  Hassan's eyes blazed with anger as he stuffed his cock back in
his pants.  "No man has ever defied me that way ... resisted the power of
my cock.  You are tough, boy, a worthy adversary.  But you have angered me.
Now I will make you submit with my own bare hands ... no whip, no chains
... just these," and he rubbed his fingers together.

He walked forward again and, locking eyes with his captive, stroked his
nipples, rolling them between his fingers.  Eddie breathed in sharply,
feeling jolts of pleasure flare from his chest through his body.  But
quickly the pleasure turned to pain as the Marine increased the pressure,
and soon Eddie's nipples were being ground between the vise-like fingers.
Men had played with his nipples before but never like this.  He held the
soldier's gaze, determined to be strong, but soon tears were flowing from
his eyes.

"You cannot withstand this, boy," the soldier growled.  "No man can
withstand this.  You will have to bow to my superior strength."  But Eddie
resisted, despite the now agonizing pain in his nipples, radiating through
the young body that strained helplessly against his restraints.  His head
was thrashing from side to side, tears streaming down his cheeks ... but he
would show how tough he could be ... he would not give up.

"You know I am your master, boy," the menacing voice said.  "Now I will
break you ... right now ... like this!"  Suddenly Eddie felt a shaft of
agonizing pain spear through him, worse than anything before.  Hassan was
using his fingernails to bite into the flesh of his nipples.  The intense
pain drained the last ounce of resistance from him.  "No, no," he howled,
"I can't ... It's too much ... I give up ..."  In his delirium he searched
desperately for the word.  "I ... I ... I submit, sir!  I submit!"

Instantly it all stopped and his writhing body became still as he felt the
worst of the pain draining from his chest.  Through his tears he looked up
at Hassan's face, and it was smiling down at him.  "You did very well,
Eddie.  I love a strong boy who resists.  It looks so hot.  It is very
exciting for me when I hear a tough young man like you submit to me, but I
am glad you have learned when to give up Thank you, Eddie.  Now, do you
want to cum again?"

Eddie was in thrall to this glorious man.  Yes, he wanted to cum again.
"Yes, sir, please, sir."

"Very well.  Your nipples are raw now, more tender than they have ever
been.  If I just stroked them you would cum.  To do more would cause you
exquisite pain ... but it will be fleeting and will end as soon as you
shoot.  Here, this is for you, Eddie."  Still smiling down at him Hassan
suddenly squeezed his nipples tight.  He was right ... the pain was
excruciating, as if his chest had burst into flames.  "Aaaagh ... "  Eddie
felt his cock explode, saw a plume of white juice rise up and splash
against Hassan's bare chest.  And the pain instantly stopped

It was over.  Steve and Lloyd walked out of the shadows and Steve said to
Hassan.  "Thanks, big guy.  That was just what we needed.  And as for you,
kid, you've learned your lesson and your limits.  You know when to submit,
and you looked incredibly beautiful while you did."  "Hotter than a
pistol," Lloyd agreed."

"Thank you, sirs," Eddie said, managing a smile through his tears.  But as
he gazed up at them his eyes were still pleading, and Steve smiled.  "Boy
oh boy. you never get enough do you?  OK Lloyd, let's finish him off."  The
both pulled their cocks from their Speedos, rock hard after what they had
witnessed, and stroked them faster and faster.  It didn't take much before
Steve said, "You ready, buddy?"

"Right there with you, man."  Their bodies flexed and their cocks erupted
with a shower of semen that slammed into Eddie's face until he felt he was
drowning in the cum of the two magnificent men.

In his ecstasy Eddie had the crazy, fleeting thought that, if he drowned,
there would be no better way to go.

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

A few minutes later as they were walking toward the pool for a cleansing
swim Eddie was in some kind of heaven.  That feeling intensified as he
heard Steve say to Lloyd and Hassan, "Hey guys, what say we ask Nate if he
can spare Eddie to come up here two days a week instead of one?  Seems to
me that his job description just got a lot longer.  A ton of extra things
he's gonna have to do for us from now on."

"Fine with me," Hassan said, throwing his arm over the boy's shoulder.
"There are other changes in the wind too.  Before I came home I dropped in
on Zack and Darius with a proposition."

Actually it had been more of a bombshell to Darius than a proposition.
Hassan had sat at the outdoor table facing him and Zack, and had come
straight to the point..  "Look, I just came from the film set as you can
tell from my clothes, so I can't stay long ... gotta get home and clean up.
But on the set the director reminded me again that he's looking for a guy
to intern as a Third Assistant Director on the promotional videos we make.
Now that's not a grand position ... more like a gofer at the beck and call
of the director, the crew and the Marines on the set.  Not much money,
either, but a ton of film-making experience, and a chance to work his way
up.

"He's looking for a young guy with a natural talent behind a camera and a
basic knowledge of lighting, editing, that kind of thing, and above all a
guy who's willing to learn.  It can be tough.  We put in long days under
hot lights, usually on location in local canyons to simulate battle
situations, that kind of thing.  Hell," he laughed, "a lot of the guys end
up looking like me, sweating like a pig in all this gear and war-paint.
Glamorous it ain't I can tell you.

"Anyway I told the director I might know just the guy."  He looked directly
at Darius.  "I was referring to you, kid.  Those videos you've shot here
are terrific ... even if they do sometimes land you in trouble.  So, what
d'ya think?"

Darius was stunned.  A flood of fantasies began pouring through his
overactive imagination ... spending the day with Marines in uniform and
battle gear under the sun and hot lights in a remote canyon ... working
with Hassan all day and guys like him ... doing whatever grunt work the
soldiers and the crew tell him to do.  Hassan read his mind.  "But like I
said, Darius, it's not at all glamorous, not much money attached ..." he
grinned "... and no sex, either."

Darius really didn't hear the last bit.  He turned to Zack, his eyes
sparkling.  "Could I, sir?  Would you let me?  Please say yes, sir
... Please!"

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 162


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