Date: Wed, 16 Apr 2014 02:54:39 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 203  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 203
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
  The twins discover the ultimate fantasy.  "The beautiful twins, bound
naked, their athletic bodies stretched in the hot sun before the shirtless
cop."  Bob and Randy discover new heights of passion.  "Randy looked
incredible – his intense, dark gypsy face, the square, stubbled jaw, his
shredded tank clinging to his chest."  Ben and Eddie discover the joys of
69.  "That was intense, dude.  You give one hell of a blowjob."

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

Chapter 203 – "Sexual Discoveries"

Kyle and Kevin had never seen anything so erotic.  From their vantage point
in the dunes above Zack's beach shack they looked on stunned as their
master, Bob, had tied the naked cop, Mark, to a doorframe and had subjected
him to emotional torture and physical pain.  When at last the scene's
climax came, so had theirs.

They had always been intrigued by bondage, and Randy had once even given
them a lesson on typing rope knots.  They had been so turned on by the
sight of Bob and Mark and their sexual games that they were dying to
duplicate them, to do the same erotic things to each other.  But Bob
suspected as much as he and Mark jogged away from the shack, so they had
doubled back to watch them from the twins' former viewing spot in the
dunes.

Things were developing as Bob had suspected.  Kevin was tied in the
doorframe as Mark had been – sort of.  The twins had obviously forgotten
Randy's lesson and had to keep stopping when one of Kevin's wrists slid out
of the rope.  Kyle was not so skilled with the whip either.  He couldn't
judge his own strength and sometimes hit too hard, prompting a howl from
Kevin, "Ow, that hurt too much, bro.  Not so rough."

Bob chuckled and whispered, "Hmm, those boys need lessons."

Mark smiled, "Hey I have an idea.  We'll give them a lesson they won't
forget in a hurry.  Quick, let's run back to my place."  As they ran
through the dunes Mark sketched out his plan.  "You know whenever I go
anywhere I always take my uniform with me in case I'm suddenly called back
to duty.  We'll drive back quickly on the track behind the dunes and
surprise them."

And so, a short time later, Mark's truck was bouncing along the track and
stopped a safe distance from the shack.  "We'll walk the rest of the way,
Mark said, "and when we get behind the shack leave it to me for a few
minutes."

"OK, buddy," Bob grinned.  "It's your show."

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

Things were not going well for the twins.  They had been so turned on by
the erotic sight of Bob and Mark that they were dying to recreate the same
fantasies with each other.  But they were novices and making a complete
hash of it.  Kyle had taken his turn tied in the ropes but Kevin was even
more clumsy with knots than Kyle had been.  He had somehow managed to tie
Kyle up but when he came to brandish the whip he missed a couple of times
and Kyle snapped derisively, "That's no good, dude – you gotta aim
better."

Then, all of a sudden ... "Freeze!"

They had been so focused on each other they had not seen the cop approach
from the dunes and now they looked up at him in shock.  The police officer
was in his full black uniform, high motorcycle boots, mirror sunglasses and
a cap pulled low over his eyes so they did not recognize him.  All they saw
was a tall, muscular cop towering over them and they froze as ordered –
frozen in fear.

"What the fuck's going on here?" barked the unfamiliar voice.  "Tell me!"

But the twins couldn't utter a word, terrified of what came next.  The cop
walked round them, sternly surveying the bondage scene.  Still disguising
his voice by affecting an accent, he growled, "You know I could book you on
multiple charges – forcible detention, bondage, slavery, grievous bodily
harm.  Can you give me any reason not to haul your sorry asses to jail?"

They gulped and Kyle at last found his voice.  "Sir, we were only playing
games.  We're very sorry officer."

"Games?!"  He picked up the whip that Kevin had dropped.  "You call this a
game?  You could do serious damage with this."  The twins looked at him
wide-eyed as he considered his next move.  "OK, I should book you both and
throw you in jail, but I'm gonna give you a break.  I'm gonna show you that
this is no game you've been playing.  I`ll give you a choice.  Jail – or
me."

"You, sir," they said in unison, scared to death of ending up in jail.

"Right – you" (to Kyle) "stay where you are.  I'm just gonna tighten the
ropes your buddy here fucked up so badly."  He used just one of the ropes
to tie both of Kyle's wrists together then pulled the rope taut round the
beam so Kyle's arms were stretched up high beside his head.  "You" (to
Kevin) "get your ass over here."  He used the other rope to tie Kevin
exactly like his brother, so they were standing side by side, their arms
touching as they were stretched upward.

"Yeah," the cop growled.  "Two of you – identical – hot looking kids.
I'm really gonna enjoy this..." and he cracked the whip on the sand, making
the captive boys flinch.  He raised his arm and brought the whip down
lightly against their chests.  It coiled round them both, effectively tying
them together for a moment.  The brief surge of excitement that made their
cocks stiffen was overtaken by fear which prevented a full hard-on.

They closed their eyes waiting for another lash, but suddenly ... "Hey,
what the hell's going on here, officer?"

A familiar voice – Bob's!  A wave of relief swept over them.  Bob would
rescue them.  The cop looked at Bob as he ran down from the dunes.
"Nothing these two punks don't deserve," said the officer – but his
voice had changed – it became a voice they recognized.  The cop took off
his cap and glasses.  Mark, of course ... how could they have been so
stupid not to recognize him?  The shock of fear when they saw him appear so
suddenly had blinded their judgment.  In their panic the possibility of it
being Mark never crossed their minds ... all they saw was a cop, his face
hidden by sunglasses and the peak of his cap, speaking with an accent.

Bob was wearing jeans and one of Mark's black tank tops stretched over his
muscular torso.  Mark undid several buttons of his black police shirt.
They looked spectacular and the twins' cocks rose in unison to a stiff
erection, two identical rods standing at full attention.  Tied up side by
side, their bodies stretched upward, they were at the mercy of these two
muscle-gods. It was one of their widest fantasies and they pressed against
each other, sharing their excitement.

The cop said, "They were playing some kind of dangerous sex game but they
obviously don't know shit about tying ropes so I'm teaching them a lesson,
showing them just how rough bondage can get."

"Damn right," said Bob.  "Mind if I give you a hand with that, officer?"

"Be my guest," said the cop, still showing no hint of a smile.  The twins
realized the two men were playing this for real, though they trusted Bob
completely not to allow them to get hurt.  Still, they wanted to feel what
it was like to get whipped and they watched as Bob went into the shack and
came back with the cat-o'-nine-tails.

Bob stood behind them while Mark, facing them, unbuttoned his shirt and
pulled it off, looking stunning in his white T-shirt, the contours of his
chest showing underneath, the T-shirt tapering down to the tight waist of
his black pants.  His biceps bulged just below his short sleeves,
especially when he raised the whip.  "OK, man, let's rock," he shouted to
Bob.  "Here begineth the first lesson."

The twins' bodies jerked and they almost busted their load as they felt
whips simultaneously strike their chests and backs – lightly enough to
sting but not cause real pain.  Again the whips fell, slightly harder this
time, and they moaned in excitement and trepidation.  They felt one whip
lash their abs while the one behind them bounced off their asses.  After
several more lashes Bob walked round and stood beside Mark facing them.
"Us cops know how to handle boys like you," Mark said.  "It gets slowly
worse – unless you can get free.  Let's see you try."

As ordered, the twins pulled against the ropes binding their wrists,
struggling, twisting in a hopeless attempt at freeing themselves.  "Shit,
man, will you look at that?" said Mark, his cock swelling in his pants at
the sight the two beautiful, identical twins, their boyishly handsome faces
grimacing, their bound, athletic bodies straining and gleaming in the hot
sun.  Bob walked closer and asked quietly, "Do you want to be set free?"

"No, sir," Kyle said instantly.  "No thank you, sir," Kevin agreed.  Bob's
concern for them overcame their fears and they knew they were safe.

Bob walked back to Mark.  "OK, officer, that was their last chance.  Let's
see how much these two young bucks can take."

Mark reached behind his neck, pulled up on his T-shirt that pulled free of
his waist, slid up over his chest and head, and was flung to the ground.
Bob did the same, pulling off his tank top and tossing it aside.  The boys
gasped at their master and the cop, stripped to the waist, their muscles
flexed, ready for action. This was one of their widest fantasies, being
strung up at the mercy of two muscle-hunks.  The image had often sparked
mutual jack off sessions.

And so the whipping began – more teasing than torment as the blows were
light – just enough to sting.  The twins had never been so turned on as
Bob worked on Kevin's chest and Mark on Kyle's.  They gazed at the rugged
cop and his buddy, both shirtless, their muscular torsos gleaming with
sweat as they wielded the whips in the hot sun.

The brothers' reflexes were always in sync with each other and now their
groans and rasping breaths grew louder in unison. The sting of the whips
made their cocks shudder, but it was not so much the actual whipping as the
sense of a fantasy come to life that sent them over the edge.  They
projected their former illusions onto their current predicament – they
writhed in bondage as they imagined the real pain of the brutal lash, and
they gazed at the two gorgeous men torturing their bodies.

"You ready, bro?" Kyle whispered.  "You bet," panted Kevin.  "Aaagh" The
twin screams were matched by the identical jets of semen that blasted
across the sand and splashed down at the men's feet, followed by another.
Then their heads fell forward in submission and they hung limply from their
ropes.

Mark and Bob walked forward and pushed their chins up with the butt-end of
the whip handles and the twins excited eyes told Bob that they were
thrilled by every minute of this fantasy.  The men twisted their nipples
lightly between their fingers and Mark growled.  "You punks are finally
learning your lesson, surrendering to your masters by shooting a load of
jism.  But it ain't over.  You gotta learn that when you're tied up
helpless at the mercy of a horny guy he can do anything to you – even
fuck your sweet ass.  What d'ya say to that?"

"Thank you, sir," they said in unison, their eyes shining.

"Turn around."  The brothers obeyed, hands still tied, the ropes twisting
above them.  "Oh, man," Mark said, "get a load of those perfect white
asses."  He stroked the handle of the whip between their ass cheeks and the
boys thought for a shuddering moment that the cop was going to shove the
whip handle in their asses.  But instead Mark said to Bob, "Take whichever
one you want, man.  They're both identical after all.  You two – face
each other."

The twins made a half turn and stood facing each other, their chests
pressed together.  Bob got behind Kevin and Mark behind Kyle and they eased
their stiff cocks between the white globes.  "Here it comes, boys," growled
Mark, and the brothers braced for a savage penetration of their asses.
Instead they felt the exquisite sensation of a huge cock pushing slowly
inside them, sinking to the depths of their ass, pulling back and sliding
in again.

The boys sighed in ecstasy, sharing the exhilarating rush by gazing into
each other's eyes, then staring at the rugged face over their brother's
shoulder.  Despite their orgasm minutes ago their cocks were rock hard
again, pressed up between their bodies.  The prolonged and gentle fuck
launched the twins into a world of pure pleasure, their wildest sex dreams
coming true as the men's cocks massaged their asses and their own cocks
were squeezed together between them.

Instinctively they rubbed up and down against each other, their cocks
stroking against each other, their asses riding up and down on the men's
stiff rods.  It was as if each boy was simultaneously fucking a man's cock
and his brother's, causing ecstatic groans from Mark and Bob.  Then it was
the twins' turn to send their masters over the edge.  Smiling into each
other's eyes their faces closed together in a passionate kiss ... their
lips ground together as their asses rose and fell on the huge cocks.

The men were driven wild.  "Hoy shit," Mark breathed.  "That is
un-fucking-believable.  Come on, man, let's give it to them."  They grabbed
the boys' hips and, working in sync, increased the pace of their fuck,
pounding the brothers' asses while Kyle and Kevin pressed their cocks and
their lips hard against each other.

Men and boys were approaching their climax.  The twins were so fired up by
the feel of their brother's body and their masters' cocks pistoning inside
them that their faces pulled apart and they yelled as hot cum pumped up
between them.  Their bodies were soon sliding together on a thick film of
cum.  The men were only seconds behind.  Smiling at each other over the
boys' shoulders, their pent up lust finally erupted, filling the hot young
asses with their man-juice.

The men and boys clung together until their hearts and ragged breathing
slowed down.  Then the men reached up, quickly untied the twins' wrists
and, as their arms fell, held them in a tight embrace.  "There," Mark
grinned, "you learned your lesson now?"

"Well," said Kyle slowly ... "maybe not entirely."  Kevin joined in, "We
think we may need another lesson soon, sir."

"You little fuckers," Bob grinned.  "But listen, Mark was speaking the
truth that if you try this together you gotta be more skilled.  What you're
doing can be dangerous, so I'll ask Randy to give you more lessons on tying
knots and how to use the whip properly.

"Thank you, sir," they said, thrilled at the idea of sitting with the big
boss getting instruction.

"Come on," Bob said, "we'll drive you back and you can get cleaned up."

"No thank you, sir," said Kevin.  "Remember?" said Kyle.  "You asked us to
come and organize Zack's kitchen, so that's what we'll do.  Then we'll jog
back and rustle up a snack before dinner.  Jamie and Mario will be starved
by now and we don't trust them in the kitchen.  Thank you for the lesson,
sir.  We'll take in the whips and leave the ropes up for next time.

As they walked into the shack, each with one arm over his brother's
shoulder and the other hand dangling a whip, Mark looked at Bob and shook
his head.  "That is two awesome young boys you got there, buddy.  You
should be damn proud of them."

"I'm wild about them," Bob beamed.  "Can't you tell?"

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

When Mark's truck drew up behind Jamie's shack, Jamie and Mario ran to
greet them with wide questioning eyes.  "Did you see the twins, sir," Jamie
asked breathlessly.

"Sure did," Mark smiled – and he said no more.  But seeing the men
stripped to the waist, their shirts slung over their shoulders, with Mark
in his uniform pants and shiny back motorcycle boots, the boys knew there
was a lot more to it than that – a whole lot more.

"Ask the twins," said Bob with a wink.  "Come on – let's all go for a
swim."  A few minutes later they were horsing around in the waves, with
Jamie showing all of them the techniques of body surfing.  Eventually they
ran up the beach to the shack and Bob said, "Now, the twins don't want you
rattling around in their kitchen but do you think you can get us all a beer
without mucking things up in there?"

So it was that they were all lounging on the deck when they saw two figures
jogging up the beach.  When they reached the shack Jamie and Mario gazed at
them expectantly, agog for news, but the twin pointedly ignored them and
addressed Bob and Mark.  "Sirs," Kyle said, "we did a number on Zack's
kitchen and it's in good shape.  As you said, you could hardly boil an egg
there before, but you could do a whole lot more now."  "At least we could,"
Kevin smiled.

Jamie was fit to burst.  "Come on, dudes, tell us what happened.  Bob said
we'd have to ask you."  Mario was more cajoling, "We're dying to hear what
you all got up to at Zack's shack."

"Sorry guys," said Kevin resolutely, "it'll have to wait.  Darius called
our cell a little while ago and he's calling a meeting of all the boys when
everyone gets back to home base.  Says we all have to share our
experiences."  Kyle grinned, "In other words, spill the beans.  He also
said we can't tell anyone before then.  So that's it – our leader has
spoken."

Jamie bristled at that for a moment, then said, "Yeah, we'll see about
that.  OK, well even if you guys have lost the power of speech at least you
can make dinner.  Me and Mario would help you but we've been banned from
the kitchen," he said smugly.

"Touchι," Mark grinned at the twins.  Mario chimed in, "Jamie's right.
You said it yourself, dudes – `We're the kings of the kitchen –
you're the king of the waves'."

"OK, you majesties," Bob said.  "If you four kings could stop bickering
like a bunch of old queens maybe we can hope for dinner on the table
sometime this century."

"Not that long, sir," Kevin smiled.  "More like half an hour."

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

Now that Bob, Mark and the boys had lived out their fantasies and purged
their lust, they could kick back, relax and enjoy themselves.  There was
still sex to be had – plenty of it – but more as an expression of
love than raw lust.

Early next morning Jamie roused the boys just as the three youngsters from
yesterday came over the dunes for their surfing lesson with the athletic
young man they had come to idolize.  But this time the twins backed out.
"We gotta make an early start home," Kevin said, "so we'll get breakfast
ready while you guys go play in the surf."

"It's not playing," Jamie scoffed haughtily, but then checked himself and
said, "Sorry, dude."  He smiled and shrugged at Mark who had just appeared.
He seemed to imply, `This assertiveness thing could get out of hand'."

The three local boys stayed for breakfast again and before they left
exchanged numbers with Jamie in their cell phones.  "If you're ever down in
L.A.," Jamie said, "give me a shout and I'll take you surfing in Malibu.
"Thank you, sir, that would be way cool," the tallest one said, and all
three hugged him shyly and went back over the dunes.

"OK, boys," said Bob.  "Party's over.  Let's load up our gear.  The twins
cleaned up the kitchen while Jamie and Mario tidied the shack and began
loading the two trucks with backpacks and surfboards.  Bob was to drive the
twins in his truck while Mark took Jamie and Mario.  There was a lot of
hugging among the boys and Bob laughed, "Hey, you're not parting for life,
you know.  You'll be seeing each other in a couple of hours.  Jamie, thanks
for letting us use your shack.  You're a great host and an awesome young
man."

Then Bob turned to Mark and, surprisingly, they shook hands, smiling at
each other wordlessly.  They knew the complicated and subtle rules that
bound them.  Randy had at last come to accept that the two men loved each
other and sometimes needed to spend time with each other.  His
open-mindedness had come from the loss of his insecurity – a growing
certainty that Bob would always come back to him as his main man, his love
for him stronger than ever.  Bob and Mark were aware of all this, so this
was a separation – no hugs, just the warm knowledge that the separation
was temporary.  They both already had plans in mind for the next time.

It was Sunday so on the drive back down the coast traffic was light, mostly
just beachgoers.  The twins, sensitive to all Bob's moods, broached the
subject uppermost in his mind.  "Sir," said Kevin, "do you think Randy will
be OK about all this when we get back?

"Oh, sure," Bob said.  "We worked all that stuff out a long time ago."
Then he fell silent.  Thing is, he thought, you never quite knew with
Randy.  That's one of the things he loved about the big lug.

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

The two trucks arrived at the house within minutes of each other and chaos
ensued.  The boys gathered together in an effusive, noisy reunion.  Hassan
had brought Eddie home, Jason was there with Ben, and Adam and Nathan had
come from next door.  Bob, of course, was looking for Randy, and then,
through the crowd he saw him and his heart missed a beat.

Randy was at his messy best, his old work tank-top, his cargo pants and his
rugged face smeared with dirt and sweat as he planted shrubs in front of
the new building.  He seemed oblivious of the festivities taking place on
the other side of the garden.  He was bending over as Bob came up behind
him and said, "Hey, big guy."

Randy stood up, turned round and their eyes met.  Bob at once saw the
confused mix of emotions in Randy's face – joy at seeing Bob again, a
hint of pain that Bob and Mark had been away together, and uncertainty
about what came next.  But Bob's beaming smile, his handsome face, and the
exhilaration in his eyes went a long way to making the rugged gypsy melt.

Bob opened his arms and said, "Pleased to see me?"  Randy took him into a
squeezing hug and didn't say anything.  He just held him for a long while.
When they finally broke apart Randy's eyes were moist with tears, but he
pulled himself together and Bob saw his expression become one of pride.
"Look, Randy said, waving an arm at the new building.  It's finished."

Bob gaped in astonishment at the building, housing rooms for Mario, Eddie
and Ben over three much-needed garages.  "It's done?  How in hell did you
manage that?"

Randy was preening now.  "When me and Zack got back from the lake we called
up a couple of guys from the crew who needed some overtime and with Pablo
and Darius we worked like shit on the place.  All the major stuff was
already complete so it was mostly just trim and paint, installing the
windows and moving in the boys' furniture I was just now putting in a few
hedging plants that will eventually form a low box hedge."

By this time the rest of the clan had gathered round with oohs and aahs,
especially from Eddie, Mario and Ben, the future occupants of the building.
Randy planted the final box shrub and grinned at Mario.  "So, does it meet
with the approval of our new Italian gardener?"

"Si, signore," Mario said, examining the plants.  "Good choice, a box
hedge, but if you don't mind my saying so, sir, you've planted them a bit
too close together.  Box plants expand a lot and they'll crowd each other
out."

"Hell, I don't mind advice like that, kid.  Later you can help me move
them.  Bob tells me you're raring to go with the rest of the garden, so
we'll get together and go over your plans."  Randy gazed at the eager,
handsome Italian face and his athletic body and grinned, "It's gonna be a
pleasure working with you."  Mario blushed under the boss's lustful gaze
and said, "Thank you, sir.  Likewise."

Randy let that hang in the air, then put his hand behind Bob's neck and
said, "But right now me and Bob have some business to attend to while Pablo
and Darius give you the tour of the new building.  They helped build it,
after all."  He propelled Bob toward the main house and Darius said, "OK,
guys, follow me, and after that I've called a boys' meeting."

"Would that be a "spill-the-beans" meeting, Darius?" asked Eddie with a
mischievous smile.

"Damn right, kid," Darius grinned.

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

While the noisy tribe explored the new accommodations, things were much
quieter in Bob and Randy's room, with an edge of tension.  Bob got a couple
of beers from the small fridge and Randy sprawled in the armchair, no
matter that he was covered in dirt.  Bob stood before him, not quite
knowing what to expect from Randy ... but he should have known...

"Did he fuck you?"

Bob sighed and sat on the bed facing him.  He supposed Randy would never be
able to resist this opening question.  He was so used to it that he
answered evenly, "We fucked each other."

"Oh yeah?  What else?"  Randy's look of hurt resentment slowly changed to
smug satisfaction as Bob described in detail how he had tied Mark up to the
doorframe.  Randy's cock stirred in his pants as he vividly imagined the
whole thing – Bob wearing a pair of Zack's black jeans, his square
Superman face, heavy stubble on his jaw, moustache on his upper lip, his
broad shoulders, bulging chest, ripped eight-pack abs and the jeans
clinging to his narrow waist.

"You whip him?" Randy asked.

"I started to but then decided to torture him with sexual frustration."
Randy smiled broadly as Bob described Mark straining for a touch of Bob's
lips, getting his tits tortured and ending up begging Bob to fuck his ass.

"Shit, I shoulda been there to see that."  Then Randy's expression changed.
"But, you got off on it big time."  He stood up and paced the room.  "You
got off on dominating the hot cop.  After all, you're the alpha-stud top
man now.  The guy I used to fuck hard is now as tough as me."  There was
confusion in his eyes.  "The guy I first met has gone all stubbled macho on
me."

Bob understood just what Randy was wresting with and he knew what he had to
do.  "Sit down, buddy – relax and give me a few minutes."  Bob went into
the bathroom and closed the door.

Randy sat nurturing his beer, sullen and confused, feeling out of his
depth, his confidence ebbing.  But then the bathroom door opened – and
everything changed.

Bob stood there buck naked – and clean-shaven.  The stubble was gone.
To Randy he looked like the clean-cut guy he had first met all that time
ago in that shabby bar, his preppy look out of place as he sat at the bar,
glancing at the greasy, sweaty construction worker sitting near him,
quietly getting drunk.  This was the man who had innocently gone with Randy
to his motel room and had ended up naked, tied to the bed, the victim of
the construction worker's anger.

Randy stared at him, stood up and said in a deep voice, "Fucking gorgeous,
man.  On the bed."

Quick to obey, Bob lay on his back on the bed and stared up at the sweaty,
grimy construction worker in his dirt-streaked tank top stretched over his
muscled chest.  Randy paced back and forth round the bed, his eyes never
leaving the naked muscle-god lying there, his chiseled clean-cut features,
perfect torso, strong arms, the slabs of his chest, his washboard abs, slim
waist and muscular thighs.  Randy ran his hand through his hair in a
gesture of frustrated lust.

"You are so fucking beautiful, man – too fucking beautiful.  I wanna eat
you, man, devour you."

Suddenly Bob turned over on his stomach and Randy stared at the perfectly
round white globes of his ass.  "Holy shit," he groaned, "that ass!  I
gotta have it."

Bob raised his head and looked at the image in the mirror at the head of
the bed.  The blue eyes gleamed in the dark gypsy face as he ripped open
his pants and pulled out his long, thick piece of horsemeat.  He stroked it
slowly, transfixed by the perfect ass waiting for it.  The man was taking
his time, savoring the moment when he would feel his lover's ass close
round it.

Finally Randy could take it no more.  He fell forward and clamped his big
hands on Bob's waist, pinning him to the bed, his ass helplessly exposed.
Bob looked in the mirror, their eyes met and Randy said, "Remember the
first time I fucked you, buddy?  Not at the motel – weeks later in the
forest in the pouring rain.  Remember?  It felt just like this..."

"Aaahh," Bob sighed as he felt Randy's huge pole driving deep into his ass.
Instinctively he tightened his ass muscles round the cock in a loving
embrace.  This is when Bob felt most complete – with the big man's cock
in his ass.  Randy pulled back and Bob tensed, waiting for the usual savage
fuck to begin.  But it didn't.  Instead, Randy pushed in deep again,
insistently but without pain.

Randy was staring down at the gorgeous ass and watched his rod pushing
inside it.  There was a time when, after Bob had made love with Mark, that
this would have been a brutal punishment fuck.  There was a time when Randy
would have been driven by his own wounded pride, not by the desires of his
lover.  But that was in the past.  This was not punishment – there was
nothing to punish Bob for.  Randy's worship of Bob was now so intense that
it banished the baser feelings of anger and revenge.

Now, all Randy wanted was to give the ultimate pleasure to his man in the
way he knew best.  And he had learned that, by focusing his passions on
Bob, he himself felt reciprocal sensations of a joy beyond all others.  As
he continued to ease his long cock deeper and deeper into the welcoming
heat of Bob's ass, he said softly, "Do you want it hard, buddy?  You want
it to hurt?"

Bob gazed at him in the mirror.  "I want you to make love to me, Randy."

Randy's eyes blurred with tears and he quickly, expertly flipped Bob over
onto his back, his legs over Randy's shoulders, all the while with the
gypsy's cock buried deep inside him.  Randy leaned forward, bracing himself
with his hands flat on the bed beside Bob's head, smiling down at him.
"So, you like it like this, eh, stud?"

"Yes, sir – just like this."  Bob ran his hands over Randy's sweaty tank
top feeling his pecs flexing underneath as he rose and fell above him.  His
ass was on fire, his lust building as he reached up behind Randy's back and
dug his fingers hard into the tank and the back muscles rippling
underneath.  Their breath was becoming ragged, their hearts pounding as
Bob's nails pierced the tank and ripped it off his back.  It fell forward,
a rag hanging loosely round Randy's neck and over his chest.

Bob gasped.  Looming over him, Randy had never looked more exciting –
his intense, dark gypsy face, the square stubbled jaw clenched, long black
hair falling over his brow, the shredded scraps of his shirt hanging down
from his neck as he fucked Bob's ass relentlessly..  Driven wild, Bob
wanted to see pain on Randy's face, so he reached up and dug his fingers
into Randy's nipples, squeezing them hard.  The big man winced and his
reflex to the pain was to fuck Bob harder until his rod became a piston.

They were both being driven to the limit and as they gazed into each
other's eyes they entered that transcendent world where only they existed,
a world of raw sex and passionate love.  The pain in Bob's ass was matched
by the pain in Randy's chest and they were united as one – one body, one
mind, one soul.

Randy moved his hands behind Bob's head, howled as he fell forward and
pressed his lips hard against Bob's.  Their writhing bodies shuddered
against each other, chest to chest, their mouths grinding ravenously
together, kissing, licking, biting, as Randy slammed his cock one last time
into the fiery depths of Bob's ass.  They screamed into each other's mouth
as their passion erupted in simultaneous orgasms, Randy's juice blasting
into his lover's ass and Bob's streaming between their bodies.

Reluctant to break the magic spell, they lay together for a long time,
licking each other's moist eyes, kissing each other's face, their bodies
pressed hard together.  At last Bob smiled into Randy's eyes.  "Buddy,
there is nothing, nothing in the whole world like that.  I love you, man."

"Yeah, well just so you know, you pay for damages around here, buster."
Randy pulled off his shredded tank.  "You rip it, you own it."

"Asshole," Bob grinned, before he was stifled by the sweaty tank being
jammed in his mouth.

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

It was late afternoon when Bob and Randy finally emerged to join the other
men having drinks in the garden.  The boys were still up in Pablo and
Darius's room `spilling the beans' about their weekend adventures under
Darius's enthusiastic direction.  But suddenly they heard Randy's booming
voice blast up from the garden.  "Hey, you punks, any chance of getting
something to eat around here?  Move those cute asses of yours or you'll
feel my dick up `em."

"And we wouldn't want that, would we?" Darius grinned. "Would we, guys?"
When their laughter subsided, "OK, dudes, meeting adjourned until tomorrow.
And next time I'll bring my camera."

They rushed downstairs – the twins, Jamie and Mario into the kitchen –
Darius, Nate, Eddie and Ben into the garden to put together the long table
and set it for dinner.  Dinner was the usual raucous affair, with so many
men in the house, and it didn't break up until late when Hassan and Jason
had to excuse themselves.  They would both be getting up before dawn, Jason
for an early shift and Hassan to be on the set early for another Marine
video shoot.

They hugged their boys and Jason said to Ben, "Enjoy your new room, kid,
and tomorrow I'll spend the night there with you."  Eddie looked
expectantly at Hassan who said, "That goes for me too, kiddo.  We'll try it
on for size – give it the right vibes, eh?"

They left and the party broke up.  Randy grinned at Ben, Eddie and Mario.
"OK, you kids, get your asses up there and give your rooms a test drive.
You'll probably find some kinks that still need fixing – always are in a
new building – but just let me know and I'll take care of it."

The boys all thanked him and Eddie added, "And thank you for building it so
fast, sir.  First time I ever really had a room of my own."

The boys had, of course, explored the rooms earlier, which were already
furnished, and had moved their clothes and all their gear in. There were
stairs at either end of the building and a small balcony that ran in front
of the rooms.  Mario's room was at one end, Ben's at the other and Eddie's
in the middle.  Eddie wasn't used to sleeping alone and somehow felt more
secure with a boy on either side of him.  As Mark also had a very early
shift and it was already late, he offered to let Jamie sleep with Mario to
`christen the room' as he put it.

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

They all went to bed and Eddie felt excited but a bit apprehensive in his
new room, especially as a wind had kicked up outside.  But a room of his
own was one more step for the boy on his road to self-esteem and confidence
– a step on the road to manhood.  He climbed into bed, pulled the covers
round his neck and was starting to doze when a loud noise made him sit up
with a start. A strong gust of wind had rattled one of the windows and it
was shaking in its frame.

He got up and tried to prop a broom against it, but that only seemed to
make it worse.  The looser it got the louder it rattled.  Damn, he thought,
one of the kinks Randy mentioned.  He got back into bed and pulled the
covers over his head, but that didn't help.  Boy, he missed Hassan.  He
climbed wearily out of bed again, frustrated and a bit scared.  He knew he
couldn't sleep if this wind kept up.

He thought of getting help from Mario, but he knew Jamie was with him and
he didn't want to interrupt whatever they might be doing.  There was Ben on
the other side, but Eddie had always been in awe of Randy's brother.
Still, he went out to the balcony in just his boxer briefs and tapped on
Ben's door.  No answer, so he tried the door and it opened.

Inside he went over to the bed where Ben was fast asleep.  Ben had pushed
the covers off him and, despite his anxiety, Eddie couldn't help staring at
the naked young gypsy boy who looked so much like his older brother –
black hair, high cheek bones, a boyish stubble on his chin and a lithe,
muscular body.  Eddie felt his cock growing in his shorts ... but suddenly
snapped back to his senses.  He felt foolish standing here and he turned to
leave, but in the darkness he stumbled against a table, making enough noise
to wake Ben.

The light snapped on and Ben jerked upright.  "What the...?  Oh, it's you,
Eddie.  What's up?"

Eddie blushed and stammered, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to wake you
... I ... I was just ... just leaving, sir."

"Hey, dude, calm down and tell me what the trouble is.  You look scared as
a rabbit."

Hearing that, Eddie pulled himself together and explained about the loose
window in his room.  "Shit," Ben said.  "Yeah, that thing was giving us
trouble from the start and we worked on it and thought we'd fixed it.
Never mind, I know how to mend it.  Not now though – the hammering would
wake the whole house.  I'll do it first thing in the morning."

"Thank you, sir," said Eddie, turning to leave.  "Hey," Ben said, "where
you going?  You won't get much sleep in that room.  Why don't you bunk in
with me?  I don't mind – and I don't snore – promise," he grinned

Eddie hesitated but realized it was the only solution, so he climbed in bed
beside Ben.  "Thank you, sir," he said.

"Hey," you don't have to call me sir, you know."

"Oh, I prefer to, sir – you being Randy's brother and all and me just
the assistant houseboy.

"Enough of this `just the houseboy' stuff.  You're also the boy of that big
stud Marine, Hassan.  That's quite something, dude – he's a hunk.  Most
boys would envy you.  Still, just as you like," Ben grinned and dimmed the
light down low.  Eddie turned his back on Ben and clung to the edge of the
bed, fearing that his cock would get hard again next to the hot, naked
young gypsy.

Ben looked at him and, like so many before him, felt a wave of affection
for the shy kid.  He was about to turn the light off but he couldn't stop
staring at the beautiful young body, the curve of his neck and the tousled
hair.  Eddie sure was cute and Ben felt his cock getting stiff.  He turned
over and tried to sleep but the thought of Eddie beside him kept his cock
rock hard.  He turned over and said quietly to Eddie's back, "You asleep
yet, dude?"

"No, sir.  You neither, uh?"

"Trouble is," said Ben, "I got this huge boner keeping me awake."  Eddie
turned over to face him and said earnestly, "Oh I can take care of that,
sir, no problem."

"Yeah," Ben grinned.  "They tell me you give the best blow-jobs in town."

"They tell me that too, sir.  You want me to show you?"  He pushed the
covers off them and turned his body round to the foot of the bed, head to
toe with Ben.  "Oh yes, sir, that's a boner alright.  Here ..."  And
matter-of-factly he took the long rod in his mouth and swallowed it
smoothly down his throat.  Then he clenched and unclenched his throat
muscles, working on Ben's cock without moving his head.

When he started sucking its whole length Ben gasped in amazement as he felt
his cock slide right down the boy's throat, getting alternately squeezed
and released.  "Shit," Ben groaned, "that feels fucking awesome, boy.  Keep
doing that."  Eddie was everything he was cracked up to be and used all the
skills he had learned as a busboy in the desert leather bar.  The taste and
smell of the gypsy boy's cock turned him on big time, his face buried in
Ben's black, sweaty pubic hair, and he felt his own cock get hard in his
shorts.

This was not lost on Ben whose face was now inches from Eddie's crotch and
the bulge in his shorts.  He used his teeth to pull the shorts down below
Eddie's balls and was almost hit in the face by the cock as it sprang free.
All he had to do was open his mouth and the boy's sweet-tasting dick slid
into it.  Ben gulped it down and soon picked up the rhythm of the mouth
moving expertly over his own rod.

Feeling the heat on his cock Eddie realized that Ben was sucking him, which
spurred him on to suck faster and squeeze harder.  He heard the muffled
sound of Ben moaning as he sucked, and Eddie ran his hand over Ben's thighs
and stroked his ass.  Ben did the same and the two boys moved in unison,
savoring the taste of each other's pulsing cocks.

Edie had 69'd before but it had never felt this good.  Ben was giving as
good as he got, having had lots of practice while hitch-hiking to
California, giving blow-jobs to the drivers as payment for the ride.

All Ben's tiredness and Eddie's nervousness vanished as the ecstatic
feeling in their cocks radiated through their bodies.  They were both
expert young cocksuckers but this was something special as Ben's gypsy face
and Eddie's eager, boyish features rose and fell on the other boy's cock.
As they moved in perfect unison, lost in each other, it was an awesome
sensation – almost as if they were sucking their own cocks.

But inevitably the sensation overwhelmed them.  Their cocks shuddered,
their balls were ready to burst and they felt cum racing up their cocks.
They plunged their rods in deep, clenched their throat muscles hard and
screamed into the gag of the other boy's cock as hot cum streamed into
them.  They swallowed hard, gulping frantically, determined not to spill a
drop.

When their cocks had drained Ben pulled away, spun to the other end of the
bed, grabbed Eddie's face and clamped their lips together in an
open-mouthed kiss, sharing each other's cum back and forth.  Finally he
pulled away and they stared into each other's sparkling eyes.  "That was
intense, dude," Ben said.  "You are one hell of a cocksucker, like the guys
said – totally fucking awesome.  Can we do it again in the morning?"

"Definitely, sir," Eddie said, cuddling up to him and laying his head on
Ben's chest.  As they let their heartbeats slow, Ben said softly, "You know
Eddie, I've never told you this but you're pretty much a hero of mine.
After everything you went through, alone in the desert, servicing the guys
in that bar, you were a shy kid when you came here, from what the guys told
me.  But when that thug captured you and Randy came to rescue you, you
joined in the fight, swinging that chair like a gladiator, and saved Randy
from a beating.  That's real hot stuff, kiddo."

"Thank you, sir," Eddie said, becoming drowsy on Ben's chest.

"I really like having you in my bed, Eddie.  Tell you what, maybe I won't
be in a hurry to fix that window.  It'll rattle every night and you'll have
to come in here and sleep with me.  And we'll sixty-nine every time you do.
How's that sound?"

"Works for me, sir," Eddie said drowsily.  Ben cradled his head on his
chest and Eddie was soon asleep with a blissful smile on his face.

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

The next afternoon Randy and his boys came home early from work.  Randy was
eager to inspect the plans Mario had drawn up for re-landscaping the
garden, while the boys were dying to go to the meeting Darius had
re-convened after abruptly adjourning the day before.  True to form he had
brought his camera which he trained on the twins, whose turn it was to tell
their story of being tied up in the dunes by the cop.

The only boy who was absent was Mario, who had been working hard in the
garden and had spread his landscaping plans over the outdoor table by the
pool.  As soon as Randy got home, without bothering to change out of his
work clothes he joined Mario and they were soon side by side, with Mario
explaining his plans in detail.  He described the plants and shrubs he
intended to use and the landscape pattern he had created to plant them.

 "Jamie's given me a budget, sir, so I know what we have to work with.  One
big problem I have is that huge tree-stump over there, right in the middle
of the ivy.  I'm having to work my designs around it."

"Why don't you just remove the stump?" Randy asked.

"Oh that's not possible, sir.  It was obviously a huge old tree with a deep
root network.  It's in the ground for good."

Randy grinned.  "Kid, when you get to know me better you'll realize that
when a guy tells me something's impossible I rise to the bait.  Me and you
together can do the impossible, kiddo.  Wanna give it a try?  I'll loosen
the soil with a pick axe while you clear away the ivy."

"OK, sir," said Mario doubtfully and they walked over to big expanse of
wild, ivy-covered land.

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

Upstairs in Darius and Pablo's room the boys' meeting was in full swing.
The twins had been talking for some time to a wide-eyed audience of
awestruck boys as Darius circled with his camera, carefully filming them
from various angles.  But the twins were getting hoarse so Darius said,
"Cut!  OK, take five, guys.  Let the twins rest their pipes."

The boys stood up and stretched their legs, and Eddie strolled over to the
window.  "Hey, guys, he said excitedly.  "Take a look at this."

They all crowded round him and gulped hard at the sight below them.  Randy,
in his work clothes of grimy old tank top, cargo pants and boots was
swinging a pick axe at the tree stump, his shoulders and arms pumped,
muscles gleaming with sweat in the hot sun, the wet tank clinging to his
chest.  He was an icon of powerful masculinity – at his magnificent
best.

Nearby Mario, disheveled in an old dirt-smothered white T-shirt, jeans and
boots was bent over, yanking up fistfuls of ivy.  The young Italian
gardener stood up straight and ran the back of his hand across his sweaty
forehead, leaving streaks of dirt on his handsome face, his tousled, curly
black hair falling over his forehead.  He smiled at Randy, a satisfied
smile induced by hard physical labor.  And even from the bedroom window
above, the boys could see bulges growing in Randy's work pants and Mario's
jeans.

"Shit damn," said Darius, grabbing his camera.  "This is gonna be one for
prosperity."

"Posterity!" the boys all chorused, crowding together at the window to
watch the action below them as the two men began to remove their shirts.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial of Strength" – Chapter 204


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