Date: Tue, 3 Jun 2014 15:03:38 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 210   by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 210
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: THE TWINS: It's the perfect meeting of East and West as
the pale, exotic Chinese twins submit to the American brothers, two
gorgeous, muscular young bucks reaming their asses, showing them how
American boys fuck.  THE MEN: It's like a porn movie – three drunken
buddies getting their rocks off – the square-jawed Superman ploughing
the ass of the blond fireman, pinned down by the rugged Marine.


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


Chapter 210 – "Twins v. Twins  –  Fireman v. Marine"


It has been said that the sun, surf and lifestyle of Southern California
are conducive to an overactive sex-drive, especially in Los Angeles, a
fantasy city where youth and beauty rule.  But if the boys were anything to
go by, Chicago was no slouch in the sex stakes either.  Ben and Eddie and
the twins had been brought here to learn how to dress and behave like young
gentlemen, as opposed to the shorts-and-tank-top free-for-all of their
lives in L.A.

They had flown first-class and were now installed in a luxury two-bedroom
suite at the Four Seasons Hotel with their masters, Bob, Hassan and Jason.
However, undeterred by their opulent surroundings, they had let their
raging hormones take precedence and sex had been the order of the day.  As
if things couldn't get any more heated, at their `dress-up' dinner in the
hotel restaurant the temperature kicked up a few notches when the boys saw
the two waiters Lee and Toni, exquisite Chinese twins who had asked to be
assigned to their table.

It was perhaps inevitable that, when dinner was over, Lee and Toni would
end up in the suite serving after-dinner drinks to the men and boys.  As
Ben and Eddie and the men looked on mesmerized, the encounter between the
two sets of twins had been stunning, almost ritualistic.

Lee had said, "Kyle, Kevin, you are such beautiful brothers.  Toni and I
knew when we were serving you at dinner that there is one more service we
would like to perform."  The Chinese twins sank to their knees and wrapped
their mouths round the cocks of the American brothers.  The spectators
could hardly believe their eyes, the exquisite symmetry of the dark, exotic
twins on their knees paying homage to the handsome all-American twins
towering over them.

When it was over Kevin had said, "We want to reciprocate – and a lot
more.  D'you think you could ... like ... spend the night with us?"  Lee
and Toni eagerly agreed, then noticed that Eddie and Ben were gazing at
them in awe.  Lee held out his hand.  "Please, we would like you to join us
also, Eddie and Ben.  When my brother and I watched you two handsome boys
in the restaurant we both had a ... how do you say...?"

"A hard-on," Eddie beamed – "a boner, erection, woody – they all
work.  Sure we want to come with you.  It's what we've been wanting ever
since we laid eyes on you, eh, Ben?

At this point Bob, Jason and Hassan stood up and hugged the Chinese twins.
Toni smiled and said, "And maybe, if you would allow, sirs, we would like
to know you better too eventually, though you are such incredibly beautiful
men, so far out of our reach, that we would never presume to ..."

"Why not?" Bob laughed.  "Presume away kids.  We've got needs too you know.
But for tonight, why don't you six boys spend the night in that bedroom as
it has two king beds, which I'm sure you can put to good use.  Jason,
Hassan and I will take the other room."

The boys didn't need telling twice and, after thanking the men for a great
day, they crowded through the bedroom door and closed it behind them.  Bob
turned to Hassan and Jason and grinned, "Hope you don't mind, guys.  I did
seem to take over there, didn't I?"

"Works perfectly," Hassan said.  "As a matter of fact Jason and me were
saying that you've been so terrific at arranging this trip, mostly for our
boys' sake, that we want to show our appreciation."

"Yeah," Jason grinned.  "I know we're just a humble fireman and a soldier
and you're this big executive type, but maybe there's something we can do
to give you pleasure."

"Oh, I think we can work something out," Bob laughed.  He opened the main
door a crack and hung out the "Do Not Disturb" sign.  "Looks like a contest
to see which of the bedrooms sees the most action tonight.  I guess we're
about to find out."

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

When the six boys went into the large bedroom it had been tidied by the
maid but it was still redolent of the twins' earlier erotic exploits there
with Bob.  The boys all felt the sexual vibrations but ... they were not
quite sure what to do about it.  Despite their hard-ons shyness overcame
them and they all sat somewhat awkwardly, avoiding eye contact and sipping
the drinks Lee had brought in from the main room.

As usual it fell to outspoken young Eddie to break the ice.  "Hey, guys,"
he blurted out to Lee and Toni, "so what's China like?"  They glanced at
each other and Toni replied with a smile.  "Well, that's a big question,
Eddie, because it's a big country – a bit like asking what America is
like.  The best way to find out is to pay a visit.  You should persuade
Hassan to let you go, or even take you there, and we'd tell our friends
over there to take good care of you."

"Huh," Eddie grinned, "this flight to Chicago is the first time I've ever
been on a plane."

Then the floodgates opened, hand gestures and all.  "But our friend Jamie
flew to Sydney, Australia ... he's the gorgeous blond surfer who lives with
us, and his master is Mark, this spectacular cop ... everyone calls him a
Greek god `cause he looks like one (though I've never actually seen one –
except for him).  Anyway, Jamie went to Sydney with Nate – he takes care
of our house and I'm his assistant houseboy – and they met this handsome
flight attendant, Adam, on the plane, and Nate became Adam's boy and now
they live next door – Darius calls it the Aussie House.

"Oh, you don't know Darius, well he's Zack's boy ... Zack works with Randy
on the construction site and he's a big black leather master and looks
totally awesome in leather with his shaved head and all.  Actually all the
men in the house are really gorgeous, you wouldn't believe ... well, you've
met Jason who's this awesome fireman and his picture was in a calendar that
everyone beats off over."

Eddie was on a roll and didn't pause for breath.  "Ben's Jason's boy, but
he's also Randy's kid brother ... like I said before, nobody messes with
Randy `cause he's this big badass boss, but he takes care of us all and he
saved me once from a thug and they had a massive fight.  Randy's crazy in
love with Bob, of course, and he has another brother Steve who's a big
handsome hunk just like Randy – he's a doctor and does some real sexy
therapy stuff and he lives in this posh house in the hills with Lloyd,
Randy's architect who really gets off looking at hot men – well, who
doesn't?

"And – oh, I nearly forgot Mario ... he's from Italy and he's kinda
classy with this cool accent and all, but he looks super hot when he's
working in the garden with no shirt on.  And you know Hassan, of course,
he's this gorgeous muscle-stud Marine and I'm his boy and...and ..."

"And that pretty much covers the whole tribe," grinned Ben, cutting off
Eddie's flow and throwing his arm round his shoulders.

Eddie blinked, blushed and said, "Oh shit, there I go again gabbing too
much.  Darius says I have verbal diarrhea.  Sorry guys, here I am rattling
on and all you guys want to do is have sex with each other."

Well that sure broke the ice and Ben, being Randy's brother, realized that
someone had to be boss here so he stood up and said, "I think we all owe
Eddie a vote of thanks for giving Lee and Toni such a great description of
our tribe."

There was a burst of applause and Eddie blushed deeply as the Chinese boys
came up to him.  "Thank you, Eddie," said Toni, "You make your house sound
very exciting and when Lee and I get vacation maybe we could come to
L.A. for a visit.  You would make a great guide if you have time to show us
around and make the introductions."

Eddie beamed with pleasure and he was about to crank up again when Ben
forestalled him.  Time to take charge – like Randy would.  "OK, guys,
enough of this kumbaya stuff" (aping one of Randy's stock phrases).  "Let's
get down to business here."  Eddie, you're so good with the camera that
Darius made you his assistant on those Marine photo shoots with Hassan.  So
go for it, dude – do you stuff."  He pushed the camera into Eddie's
willing hands.

"As for me, I gotta tell you that in all those lonely years in Texas I got
real good at giving myself hand-jobs – several times a day.  I still get
off on it when there's something hot to jerk off to, like that fireman
picture of Jason.  Course I've got the real thing now he's my master, and
he puts on a show for me and then fucks my ass."  He grinned, "Shit I'm
starting to sound off like Eddie ... so what I meant was, there's never
been anything like you four twins getting it on.  It's real intense and I
want to whack off watching you.  So that's it, guys.  The ball's in your
court.

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

Eddie and Ben took their places in the background while the two sets of
twins stood up and faced each other.  After Eddie and Ben had talked up a
storm all the twins were relaxed, helped along by generous gulps of brandy.
After the show they had put on in the other room, where the Chinese boys
had sucked off the Americans, they had pulled on their dress shirts again
which now hung open over their chests.

And, as before, they stared into each other's eyes, drifting into their own
unique world, oblivious of Eddie and his camera, and of Ben quietly
stroking his cock in the corner.  Kyle was facing Lee and Kevin faced Toni.
Again they ran their hands under the shirts and over the other boy's chest,
feeling the smooth-as-silk flesh, tracing the perfect contours of their
pecs and abs.

Kyle and Kevin glanced at each other in that mystical way they had of
silently communicating in a split second.  They knew what they wanted and
Kyle broached the subject tentatively.  "Do you guys ... er ... have you
ever ... like ... well, taken a dick in your ass?"

Lee and Toni looked at each other and blushed.  Lee plucked up the courage
to say quietly, "Only each other's.  We've never told anyone else that
`cause it sounds so weird."

"That's great," Kevin smiled.  "We do that too.  It was a secret with us
too until we became Bob's boys and we told him – we tell him everything.
Bob laughed, said it was awesome and he wanted to watch.  He told us not to
worry.  `It's not as if you're making babies or anything,' he said.

The Chinese twins smiled with the relief at these easy-going Americans'
acceptance of their `secret'.  Nobody had ever known until now, and as they
looked at the growing bulge in the Americans' pants they suddenly knew they
were in for something they had never done with another guy before.

As before, the twins' moves were in perfect harmony – ritualistic.
Smiling at each other they all shucked off their shirts and pulled off
their loafers and socks.  Eddie had difficulty holding the camera still as
he watched them unbuckle their belts, let their slacks drop and step out of
them.

The Chinese twins were wearing black briefs that accentuated their pale
skin and showed off the shape of their stiff cocks and the perfect globes
of their asses.  The American boys, with their golden tans, were in tight
gray boxer briefs, their gorgeous physiques more muscular than the lithe,
finely etched bodies of Lee and Toni.  They were seeing each other near
naked for the first time and instinctively embraced in a sensuous hug,
stroking the other's back and kissing gently, savoring each other's lips.

Kyle and Kevin let their hands roam down until they were cupping the mounds
of the other boy's ass through their briefs, feeling Lee and Toni tense
suddenly and kiss more fervently.  They slid their fingers under the twins'
black briefs and grabbed the naked flesh of the ass cheeks, then pushed the
briefs lower as the Chinese twins did the same to Kevin and Kyle.  In
seconds the boys were naked and they finally separated, gazing at the four
cocks that all stood out like swords challenging each other.

Ben was beating his meat hard at the incredible sight of the naked twins
facing each other, and had to pause frequently to avoid busting his load.
He wanted to prolong the pleasure – this was too special to waste on a
quick load-spill.

Finally the twins separated and Kyle said softly, "You know what to do."
The Chinese brothers turned to each other and kissed, a gesture of mutual
understanding and support.  Then they lay on their backs on one of the
large king-size beds, gazing up at the tall, tanned Americans with nervous
anticipation, waiting for what they knew was coming.  Kyle and Kevin knelt
on the bed, Kyle straddling Lee, and Kevin over Toni.  They leaned forward
and gently twisted the twins' nipples in their fingers.

The Chinese inhaled sharply and Toni said, "Aah, that feels so good, Kevin.
Please don't stop."  He and his brother reached up and reciprocated.  And
in that symbiotic connection they had already developed between them they
all understood exactly what the other was feeling, as they were
experiencing the same sensation.

Instinctively they increased the pressure on the tits until the pain became
too great and they stopped.  It was almost as if they were playing with
their own tits, knowing exactly when they reached their pain threshold.
The difference here for each boy was the thrill of seeing in his
counterpart's eyes the same ecstasy he himself was feeling.

Kyle and Kevin glanced at each with that familiar flash of understanding,
eased themselves back on the bed and with one strong move flipped the
Chinese boys over onto their stomachs.  Lee and Tony turned their heads
sideways and saw themselves in the nearby wall mirrors, lying with their
flawless white asses pointing upward, vulnerable to the muscular American
boys straddling them.  They felt strong hands grab their cheeks and pull
them apart.  "Dude," Kevin said softly to his brother, "look at that ... so
damn beautiful."

They were gazing at the two perfect holes, completely smooth except for a
fuzzy trace of black hair ringing them.  Eddie and Ben had moved closer and
the twins were vaguely aware of Ben's voice saying, "Eat them, dudes.  You
gotta lick those gorgeous asses."  The prompt was unnecessary as the twins
lowered their heads, licked the dimpled globes, then pushed their faces
between them into the black fuzz and pierced the sphincter with their
tongue.

"Aaah," the Chinese twins sighed together, pushing their asses higher,
inviting the tongues in deeper.  They looked into the mirrors at the
Americans' muscular shoulders and arms flexing as they pressed their hands
on the small of their backs and ate their moist asses hungrily, slurping,
sucking, savoring the musky juices of these exotic boys.

Ben and Eddie gazed in awe at the Chinese twins as they moaned and writhed
on the bed, their muscles rippling under their thin, almost translucent
skin.  Forgetting his role for an instant Eddie lowered the camera and said
to Ben, "Holy crap, dude, this is real intense."  Then he remembered
himself and quickly raised the camera to his eye.  "Hell, Darius will
murder me if I don't get this."

Suddenly Lee and Toni turned their faces towards each other, their eyes
met, glistening with tears, and they kissed – hard, passionately, while
Kyle and Kevin probed their asses, massaging the sensitive membrane with
their tongues in a feeding frenzy now, knowing that they were bringing the
twins to a climax.

By force of will Eddie was keeping the camera steady, hearing Darius's
voice in his head – "watch for the money shot, kiddo."  And Ben was
going wild, pounding his rod as he watched his friends work on the bucking
asses, heard the Chinese twins' muffled screams into each other's mouth as
they kissed frantically and their cocks erupted beneath them.

"Aaagh!"  The scream was Ben's as he could hold back no longer and blasted
a shower of semen onto the heaving backs of the Asian boys, then another on
the nape of their necks and into their hair.  More followed, this time from
Eddie who didn't even need to touch his cock for it to explode all over the
twins, who were now looking into the mirrors at the amazing sight of two
Chinese boys soaked in American jism.

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

Eddie and Ben retreated to the side of the room leaving the action once
again to the jubilant American twins.  Kyle and Kevin flipped the bodies
over on the bed and watched them sliding on the pools of cum beneath them.
The cum-streaked Asian faces stared up at them through their beautiful
almond-shaped eyes.  "You have sensational asses," Kyle said, "but we're
not finished with them yet.  You're dealing with two red-blooded Americans
here and we're gonna show you just what we can do with another guy's ass."

"We were kind of hoping you would," Toni smiled.  Kyle and Kevin each
licked their fingers and slowly pushed one finger into the already
spit-slicked ass of the boy beneath them.  They knew just what they were
doing as Bob loved to do this to them and taught them how to really turn a
man on.  Each one curled his fingers inside the ass and massaged the
prostate, eliciting moans of ecstasy from the twins.  Then they used two
fingers, three, and the twins opened their eyes wide at the first stab of
pain.

Toni gasped, "We have only ever done this to each other.  We have never let
another man do it, though many have wanted to."

"I bet they have," grinned Kevin.  "Don't worry, dude, you know we would
never hurt you."  Deep down he wished he and Kyle were more skilled at
knowing when a guy was right at his pain threshold.  Bob had said they
should get lessons from Randy, the real expert, but right now they had to
go on instinct.

He and Kyle continued to loosen the twins up with their fingers, sending
them into a delirium of brand new delights.  As their heads twisted from
side to side Toni and Lee instinctively threw their arms up above their
heads and grabbed onto the lowest rail of the headboard, gripping hard,
biceps flexing, as their bodies writhed.  Kyle looked at Kevin and both had
a gleam in their eyes.  They pulled out their fingers and leaned forward,
bracing themselves on their hands on either side of the twins' heads.

Their faces were close and there was excitement in the slanted Asian eyes
as the twins sensed that something new was in the air.  Kyle bit the bullet
and picked his words carefully as he asked, "Guys ... there's something
that turns us on a lot and maybe you might ... I mean ... you don't have to
if you don't want to, of course but, have ever been, like ... tied up?"

With a sharp intake of breath Lee and Toni looked at each other then back
up at the twins.  "No," Lee replied, "but we've often talked about it.  We
once tried it between ourselves but it was a mess and just made us laugh."

"Yeah," Kyle said, "well a guy has to know what he's doing, and Randy
always drums into us that you have to really trust a guy.  And you can
trust us `cause we're the same as you, plus we have a lot of experience.
We were taught by Randy and he's the best.  Matter of fact, as soon as we
got here today the other guys went out and I tied Kevin to this very bed
here and fucked his ass.  It was great, eh bro?"  Kevin nodded
enthusiastically.

"You did?" said Toni, his eyes wide.  "Right here on this bed?"  Their eyes
shone and at once there was a tacit understanding.

"Can you give us a hand, guys?" Kyle said to Ben and Eddie, who had been
listening with mounting excitement.  Eddie put down the camera and said,
"Leave it to us, dudes."  He ran next door and rummaged in the discarded
clothes, then returned to the bedroom holding up the four neckties the boys
had worn at dinner.  "Here, these will do fine.  They'll get screwed up but
who cares?  We're not gonna be needing them again for ages – years
probably."

"Do you know how to do Randy's escape knot?" Kyle asked.

"Hey, I'm Hassan's boy remember?  He taught me all that shit."  Eddie and
Ben went to work.

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

A few minutes later the two boys were back by the wall watching the action,
Eddie holding the camera and Ben holding his dick – and stroking it.

Kyle and Kevin were looking down into the anxious faces of the Chinese
twins, pulling at their bound wrists.  Their arms were stretched up and out
in a V, one wrist tied to the headboard at the corner of the bed, their
other wrist tied to their brother's and attached to the center of the
headboard.  Bound as they were, they managed hold hands for fraternal
support.  Ben and Eddie had huge boners as they looked at the pornographic
sight of two identical Asian twins, their lithe young bodies spread-eagled,
writhing side by side at the mercy of the muscular American brothers
kneeling over them.

"How's that feel," asked Kevin with concern?"  Lee forced a grin as he
replied, "Weird, actually.  Kinda scary."  Kevin leaned forward and said,
"Here, look at this."  He reached up to Lee's outer wrist and pulled at a
loose end of the tie.  Instantly the tie fell loose and the wrist was free.
"See, that's Randy famous escape knot.  If you panic I can free you in a
second.  Also you have to have a safe word in case you want us to stop."

Toni, now feeling more excited than scared said, "How about `Randy'?  His
name keeps coming up a lot."  Kevin smiled, "OK, Randy it is ... the boss
would like that."  He re-tied Lee's wrist.

Ben had put a tub of lubricant on the bedside table and Kyle scooped out a
generous wad and gave half to his brother.  They slathered it on their
cocks, pulled the twins' legs over their shoulders and pressed the heads of
their cocks against the smooth holes.  The Chinese boys held their breaths,
but the twins took their time.  A little teasing would make them more
eager.

"So you've never let any man shove his dick inside you," Kyle said, "except
each other, right?  So are you sure you want this?  We've got pretty big
cocks, maybe too big for your tight holes.  Maybe we should cum just like
this."

"No," said Lee with a hint of panic, pulling at his restraints.  "We do
want it ... we do."

"What do you want, boy?" Kyle asked, with a harder edge to his voice.

"We want your cocks inside us ... all the way in.  You're so beautiful.
Please, sir ... Please fuck my ass."

Hearing that, Ben pounded his cock hard as he watched Kevin say, "You know
why we're doing this, guys ... because you're just like us.  We love to
take it in the ass ... and so will you."  He looked at Kyle and they kissed
as they always did before fucking.  Then they smiled at the bound twins and
Kevin said softly, "Here it comes, boys ... you're gonna love it."

Kevin was right.  They were very gentle as they eased their rods over the
sphincter and let them rest so the twins could get used to them.  "That
feel OK?" Kevin asked.

Toni smiled.  "It feels ... what you say here? ... totally awesome.
Please, fuck me Kevin.  Let me watch your beautiful body fuck me."

Again everyone moved in complete harmony.  As the twins pulled their hips
back and slid their long shafts in and out of the warm, tight holes, Lee
and Toni raised their asses to meet them, urging them to push deeper.  Kyle
and his brother increased the tempo and had the Chinese boys moaning in
ecstasy.  "Oh," Lee gasped, "that feels so beautiful.  Please keep doing
it, guys.  You look so good over us ... don't stop, please."

The bound twins instinctively wanted to touch the gorgeous chests rising
and falling over them and pulled helplessly at their wrists.  But the
frustration of being at the twins' mercy only increased their excitement
and they surrendered themselves entirely to these muscular, golden American
boys.  Kyle and Kevin gently lowered the twins' legs off their shoulders
and onto the bed and the Asian boys lifted up their asses to better receive
the cocks moving implacably inside them, faster now like a piston gathering
speed.

The twins reached forward and twisted their captives' nipples in their
fingers, making their bodies thrash from side to side, their muscles
flexing, rippling under their thin skin, making them pull more frantically
at their restraints.  They were going wild and Lee pleaded, "Please, sir,
we want to touch your bodies as you are touching ours.  Please allow us to
do that."

"Nothing easier," Kyle grinned.  He and Kevin reached forward and pulled at
the ties, which unraveled from both wrists and set them free.  The Chinese
twins instantly reached up and stroked the nipples of the boys fucking
them.  There were gasps from the side of the room as Ben and Eddie watched
enthralled.  It was the perfect meeting of East and West as the pale,
exotic Chinese twins submitted to the American brothers, two gorgeous,
muscular young bucks ploughing their asses, showing them just how American
boys fuck.

It was clear to Ben and Eddie that the end was near.  None of the four
could hold out much longer – and neither could they.  "Come on, kid,"
whispered Ben to Eddie.  "Let's help them bring it home.  You with me?"

"Damn right," Eddie beamed.  "Bring it home – I like the sound of that.
Just let me take care of this."  He placed the camera on a table, adjusting
it so that it was perfectly focused in a wide angle shot of the bed.  They
quickly shed their clothes and silently moved behind the twins, unnoticed
by any of them, so engrossed were the twins in each other.  But the boys
soon got their attention.  Kyle and Kevin were smiling down at the twins,
pounding their asses when suddenly ... "aagh!" ... each one felt a rod
piercing his ass from behind.

"Thought we'd give you a hand," Ben shouted in Kyle's ear.  "He means a
cock," laughed Eddie ... `two of them, actually."  The shock drove the
twins' cocks suddenly deeper into the asses of the other twins whose arms
flew upward.  Kyle and Kevin fell forward and clamped their hands over the
Chinese boys' biceps above their heads, pinning them to the bed.

When Lee and Toni recovered from the shock they saw over the twins'
shoulders the excited faces of Ben and Eddie and realized they were
pounding the asses of the boys who were fucking theirs.  "OK, guys," Ben
said, his black gypsy hair flying wildly.  "We'll show you something else
about our group.  We can make you bust your load without even touching your
cock.  Get ready, kids, we're in control now.  You've never felt anything
like this."

Fortunately the camera caught it all.  This, as Darius would say, was one
for the archives.  Ben and Eddie grinned at each other and really piled it
on, hammering the twins' asses and forcing them to pound the Chinese boys.
Lee and Toni were flying in a fantasy world as they saw the four faces over
them dripping with sweat.  These were the proper, well behaved young boys
they had courteously served at dinner, and now here they were getting their
asses jack-hammered by all four of young American studs.

Ben had been right.  The Chinese twins needed no hands ... they couldn't
stop themselves.  They stared up wild-eyed at the four beautiful boys above
them, felt their asses getting pounded by the twins – by all four of
them – and they lost all of their natural inhibitions in a scream that
echoed round the room.

"That's it," Eddie yelled.  "Bring it home, guys...!"

The mass orgasm was epic.  The Asian boys' cocks exploded, pouring stream
after stream of jism over their own chests and faces, as they felt Kyle and
Kevin blast their loads deep in their asses and watched the twins howl as
Ben and Eddie pumped loads inside them.  There followed the sound of
heaving breaths and beating hearts as the tableau of entwined young flesh
became still as a marble statue.

Suddenly Ben and Eddie yanked their cocks out of the twins' asses and the
twins did the same.  In seconds they were standing beside the bed, Kyle and
Ben on one side, Kevin and Eddie on the other.  "You got any left, guys?"
grinned Ben as they all stared down at the shell-shocked, exhausted Asian
brothers.  The twins said in unison, "For these guys?  Of course."

They stroked their cocks and blasted one last stream of juice down onto the
already cum-soaked young bodies.  There was a long silence ... and then
suddenly the room shook not with screams but with laughter.  The boys all
collapsed in a heap on the bed, sliding together on the pools of cum they
had all poured out, filling the room with the jubilant laughter of six
beautiful young men who had just had mind-blowing sex.

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

Meanwhile, in the men's bedroom, the atmosphere was nothing short of smug.
Bob, Jason, and Hassan had brought in their glasses and the brandy bottle,
unbuttoned their shirts and let them flop open.  They sank into armchairs
with self-satisfied smiles on their faces and Bob expressed what they were
all feeling.  "Well, I think our boys were champs tonight – the young
gentlemen we hoped they would be, looking so cool in their jackets and
ties."

"Yeah, but what impressed me," Jason said, "was that, as well behaved as
they were, they never lost their own youthful high-spirits.  They weren't
cowed by their surroundings.  Under those fancy clothes Ben was still the
hot young gypsy boy I'm crazy about."

"Even Eddie," Hassan grinned, "even though he can talk a mile a minute and
sometimes puts his foot in his mouth.  But he carried it off.  Who'd have
thought that only a few hours earlier the `young gentleman' had been
whacking off over the hotel balcony, spraying the City of Chicago with his
jizz?"

"Yeah," Bob grinned, "kinda reminds me of myself.  Many's the time I have
sat at a board meeting, all correct in my business suite, staring round at
those up-tight faces and thinking, "Shit, if you guys could only see me a
few hours ago, tied up naked getting worked over by Randy, the big, sweaty
construction worker I'm nuts about."

Amid howls of laughter Hassan said, "But seriously, I`m impressed by the
way Eddie has evolved from that shy, naοve young boy, how he's come out
of his shell and become the cheeky, outspoken kid of the group.  Don't know
how that transformation happened so fast."

"Oh you don't?" said Bob, tongue in cheek.  "Maybe becoming the boy of a
handsome stud Marine had something to do with it?  You are what transformed
him, buddy.  He's Hassan's boy, for god's sake, and he's in heaven."

Jason punched Bob in the arm and laughed, "You should talk, big-guy.  Hell,
what about those twins of yours?  Have you ever seen anything hotter than
those gorgeous Chinese boys kneeling in front of your guys sucking their
dicks"?  It was so fucking ... homoerotic.  Good thing Eddie got it on
video.  Darius is gonna come unglued when he sees it."

"Yeah, and god knows what they're up to right now," Hassan grinned at Bob.
"But what's more on my mind right now is you, buddy.  We said we're in your
debt for arranging this extravaganza.  All we have to decide is how we're
gonna repay that debt."  He nudged Jason.  "Guess we better let Bob decide
that, eh, buddy?  One thing's for sure, we can't leave all the action to
the boys.  I bet they're steaming up that room already."

Bob stood up and faced them, large brandy glass in hand.  They were all a
bit drunk by this time and Bob looked at them unsteadily.  "So," he said,
"it's up to me to choose my reward, you say.  Pity there are no hot guys
round here `cause I could just fuck their asses and go to bed."  He was
greeted by howls of derision from the fireman and the soldier, two of the
more gorgeous men on the planet.

"Well, either way," Bob continued, "looks like I'm in for some action so I
guess I better get ready."  He walked over to the entertainment console,
pressed the search button and finally breathed, "perfect," coming to rest
on some hot, steamy jazz.  He dimmed the lights a bit, came back and stood
facing the guys who sprawled in armchairs about a dozen feet in front of
him.

He took another slug of brandy and, with the jazz playing sensuously in the
background, threw his arms out to the sides with a "Ta-da!"  He was looking
even hotter than usual, still wearing his well-tailored suit pants and
white dress shirt, open over his chest, his red tie hanging loosely round
his collar.

"Behold," he said, swaying a bit.  "This is the hot young Senior
Vice-President you see before you – though if you crash my board meeting
next week and tell those stuff-shirt board members about this I'll deny
every word and have you thrown out."  He frowned.  "Though come to think of
it, you guys would be more than a match for our security guards."

Amid the ribald laughter Jason yelled, "Hey, cut the crap, big guy, and
take it off," unleashing a chant by both men of "Take it off ... Take it
off."

Bob jabbed his glass at them and, slurring slightly, said, "Be careful what
you wish for, assholes.  I did this for Randy the night before I came here
and made him bust a monster load."  Bob took a last big swig of brandy, put
the glass down and grinned at them.  In time to the music he slowly jerked
his tie out from under his collar, it fell free and he tossed it to Jason
who licked it extravagantly and deftly tied it round his own neck.

Next came the shirt.  Bob undid the rest of the buttons while pacing the
room, then pulled out one side from the waistband, then the other, and
shrugged his shoulders seductively until the shirt fell off.  More cheers
and laughter as Hassan and Jason gazed at the muscular business executive
stripped to the waist and started to rub the bulges in their pants.

Bob kicked off his loafers sending them flying across the room, then
planted a foot in Hassan's lap for him to pull off the sock.  He did the
same for Jason to remove the other sock, then went back to the middle of
the room, pulled his belt from his pants and threw it at Hassan who buckled
it loosely round his own neck.  Bob pulled down his zip and jerked his hips
until his pants fell and pooled round his ankles.  He stepped out of them
and faced the guys wearing just his usual white boxers.

To redoubled cheers he pulled the shorts down slowly and let them drop,
releasing his long cock that sprang out as proud as a flagpole.  Again he
spread out his arms in triumph and the guys stared in awe at the flawless,
muscular body and chiseled features of the dark-haired Superman standing
naked before them.  They pulled their hands off their crotches as they were
both on the verge of cumming in their pants, and they wanted to save it.
The show wasn't over yet, and they suspected that they may be next up.

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

Bob refilled his brandy glass and sat on the bed, his back leaning against
the head-board.  "OK, guys, let's see what you got."  Hassan and Jason
stood up facing him.  Each one's shirt was hanging open loosely and they
shrugged them off, though Jason kept the tie round his neck and Hassan the
belt round his.  They flexed their arms at their sides and their pecs, as
if presenting themselves for inspection, which in a way they were.

Like a naked potentate Bob sipped his brandy and appraised the shirtless
men offering themselves before him.  "OK," he said, "I've got my choice of
a fireman and a Marine – and I take back what I said earlier about not
having any hot men in the room.  You two are abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous.
Makes the choice real hard, so I'm gonna leave it to you.

"Yessir," they slurred in unison with a drunken salute and a broad grin.

"I wanna watch you compete in a trial of strength – nothing elaborate –
a simple arm-wrestling contest.  And you can guess what happens to the
loser.  He gets his ass ploughed by the Senior Vice President here.
Superman!"

Hassan and Jason were really into this and set it up quickly.  They pulled
a small table to the foot of the bed and placed a chair on each side,
sideways on to Bob so he had a full view.  They sat facing each other and
Jason said to Hassan.  "Don't know why you bother, stud, you might as well
quit right now.  You know I was champ in the Southern California firemen's
arm-wrestling league.  You don't stand a chance."

"That so, eh?" Hassan grinned.  "Well I'd bet on a Marine over a
firefighter any day.  We do this kinda stuff all the time, and those guys
are real tough.  Have to be to be a U.S. Marine."

"OK, guys, cut the crap and get ready," Bob ordered.  "Put your muscle
where your mouth is."

The guys planted their right elbows on the table and locked hands, palms
together, curling their thumb and fingers round in a vise-like grip.  They
stared defiantly into each other's eyes and waited.  Bob's cock was rock
hard as he stared at the two muscle-god contestants.  He paused, then
barked, "Now!"

He stroked his cock as he watched the muscled biceps and shoulders flex
hard, taking the strain.  They were virtually motionless for a while as
they were so evenly matched in strength and determination.  Both men would
have welcomed Bob's cock in their ass but that would have meant losing and
their pride was too great to suffer that humiliation in front of the man
they idolized.  The brandy didn't help. They had both arm-wrestled drunk
before in the macho atmosphere of the off-duty firehouse and the Marine
camp, but it sure sapped their strength

Bob guessed much of this and taunted them.  "I know you both want my dick
in your ass, guys, and you're both drunk as skunks, but no throwing the
match, you hear?"

They weren't about to.  They exerted all their strength, and suddenly Jason
made his move, howling as he forced Hassan's arm back toward the table.
The both shuddered with intense effort and Hassan's hand was almost
touching the table when he found a reserve of strength and forced Jason's
arm back into the upright position.  From then on it became a test of wills
rather than strength as the men stared defiantly into each other's eyes,
psyching each other out.

Adrenaline sobered them up a bit and sweat poured down their faces – the
dark-skinned, black-haired Arab soldier and the square-jawed blond fireman
– and it was all Bob could do to hold back from blasting his load as he
watched mesmerized.  It looked as if the match might go on forever but then
one of them saw the other's eyes flinch and that was it.  With a sudden
thrust he forced his rival's arm back and slammed the back of his fist on
the table.

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

"Shit ... shit ... shit."  Jason buried his face in his arm in defeat.
Hassan leapt to his feet in triumph, shouting, "I win, stud, but at least
you get the consolation price of having your ass reamed by our good buddy
here.  Better prepare yourself, man."  Hassan stripped naked and fell on
his back on the bed beside Bob, each of them leaning against the headboard
with their hands linked behind their heads, watching.

Still smarting from his defeat Jason at least recognized that he had an
audience, something that always turned him on, narcissist that he was.  So
he stood up and faced them, shirtless but with the tie still round his
neck, instinctively flexing his muscles in an erotic display of his
flawless physique.

He raised his arms and flexed his biceps in a classic bodybuilder pose,
turned around and flared his back, showing off his rippling muscles.  But
what caught the guys' attention was the perfect mounds of his ass straining
against the fine fabric of his dress slacks.  "Come on, man, you know what
we wanna see," chided Bob.  Hassan said, "You lost, buddy.  You know you
gotta do it.  Bob here owns that sweet ass of yours."

Without turning round Jason kicked off his shoes, unbuckled his belt,
opened his pants and let them drop.  He was wearing pale blue briefs that
stretched breathtakingly over the twin globes of his magnificent ass.
"Fuck, I gotta have that," Bob said. "Take `em off big guy."  Jason slid
his hands under the briefs and pushed them down, revealing the white mounds
of his ass bulging below the tan-line at his slim waist, curving down to
another sharp tan-line below his butt.

Unable to control himself anymore Bob leapt up, followed by Hassan, and ran
his hands over the rock solid ass-cheeks.  "Shit," he said to Hassan, "have
you ever seen an ass like this?"

Hassan grinned, "I sure envy you pushing your rod between those cheeks,
buddy.  Maybe you'll let me have a piece of the action after you've
finished with it.  They were like slave-owners inspecting the captive
muscle-god before working him over.

Bob turned Jason round to face him and smiled.  "Jesus, you're a
spectacular-looking guy."  He kissed him on the lips and their tongues
searched inside each other's mouths.  The gleam in Jason's eyes told Bob
that Jason was as turned on as he was.  "OK, big guy, on the bed."

Jason obeyed and the guys looked down at the muscular fireman lying naked
on the bed.  Well, almost naked.  He was still wearing the tie round his
neck and hadn't taken off the black socks he had been wearing.  Hassan
said, "Jesus that looks hot – just like a guy in uniform who's been made
to strip naked except for his socks and tie.  Here, let me pin him down for
you."

Hassan, the belt still looped round his neck, climbed onto the bed and
knelt behind Jason's head.  He pulled Jason's arms up and knelt on his
palms, pinning them to the bed.

Jason looked up at Bob and twisted his body as if trying to escape but in
reality showing off his stunning body.  Bob knelt between his legs and
Jason taunted him.  "Shit, man, you're so drunk you won't be able to get it
up."

Bob grinned down at him.  "That so?  You're full of it, buddy.  You know
damn well you're so fucking gorgeous that any man who can't get a hard-on
for you is either comatose – or dead."  Jason smiled at the compliment.
"Here look at this," Bob said, holding up his rock-hard cock and spitting
on it.  "Man, drunk or not, I coulda cum half a dozen times just looking at
you and now I'm so stoked I'll probably bust a load as soon as my dick's in
your ass.  Hey, soldier," he said to Hassan, "grab a hold o' these."

He pushed Jason's legs up and Hassan reached forward and grabbed the black
socks round the ankles.  He slid the belt from round his neck and buckled
it round the fireman's ankles.  He held the end in one fist and yanked the
legs back so hard the ass was fully exposed to Bob's lustful gaze.

Bob spat in the ass and pressed the head of his cock against the hole's
soft fuzz of golden hair.  He leaned forward and planted the palms of his
hands on the slabs of Jason's chest, smiling down at him.  "Been a long
time since we did this, buddy.  You're so fucking gorgeous – a blond god
– and it's a privilege to do this."

Jason moaned as Bob eased his dick into the furnace of his ass, pushing
without pause until it was pressing against the soft membrane deep inside.
He reached one hand forward, grabbed the tie round Jason's neck and pulled
his head up off the bed while he fucked his ass.  Jason struggled but he
was a helpless captive, like he was hanging from a spit, his hands trapped
above him, his face hanging from the tie in Bob's fist and his bound legs
held high by Hassan.

It was like something out of a porn movie, except there had never been one
as hot as this – three drunken muscle-studs getting their rocks off, the
one like Superman fucking the ass of the blond fireman, pulling on his
neck, while the rugged soldier pinned him down.

It was partly the booze but mostly their exploding lust that made their
heads spin and they knew they had to shoot their load.  "Man, I can't hold
on," Bob moaned.  "Your ass feels so hot and you are so fucking gorgeous I
gotta do this..."  He pushed his cock in deep so it passed over the inner
sphincter and came to rest in the fiery depths of Jason's ass.  The
fireman's eyes opened wide and he screamed as his cock spurted hot juice
upward onto Bob's chest.

Bob's cock exploded deep inside Jason with the pent-up eruption of semen
that had been building all night.  He gazed at Jason spellbound, let his
head fall back on the bed, then raised his eyes to Hassan's.  "Your turn,
soldier," he grinned.  Hassan eased forward so his balls rested on Jason's
mouth, which was wide open as he took rasping breaths.  "Eat those fucking
cojones, stud" Hassan growled.  "Suck `em in your mouth and lick the
soldier's big nuts."

Hassan winced as his felt Jason's mouth close round his balls.  He looked
at Bob and said, "I love you man."  They both leaned forward until their
lips touched and they were grinding their mouths together ravenously.
Hassan sucked in the brandy-rich taste of Bob's breath and felt his balls
bursting inside Jason's mouth.  The Marine's naked body jolted, he screamed
into Bob's mouth and shot a monster load of hot jism over the cum-drenched
body of the fireman trapped beneath him.

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

The three drunken buddies collapsed together on the bed side by side, their
heads spinning as they gazed up at the ceiling.  They even dozed a little
until Bob and Hassan stirred and pulled themselves unsteadily to their
feet.  They looked down at Jason and Bob said.  "He's fast asleep, and I'm
not surprised.  He was so fucking hot.  Think he had a good time?"

"Are you kidding, being looked at and worshiped by two men like us – the
main attraction, getting worked over by both of us?  It's a narcissist's
dream.  God I love the man.  But right now I gotta go out and see if my
boy's OK."

"Yeah, me too," Bob said.  They quietly left the bedroom and in the living
room they saw Eddie and Ben sprawled on a couch dozing in each other's
arms.  Hearing the men come in they woke with a start and Bob said, "Hey
guys, you have fun with the twins – and the twins?"

"It was totally awesome," said Eddie, blurry eyed.  "But Ben and me thought
the twins would like to be on their own now as all four of them fell asleep
with their arms wrapped round each other.  We thought we'd sleep out here."

"The hell you will," grinned Hassan.  "Eddie, you're coming with me into
that extra room.  It's our room, yours and mine, and you're gonna sleep
with me ... if you're up for it."

"You bet, sir," Eddie smiled.  "But sir, I'm real tired and I'm not sure I
could ... you know ..."  Hassan laughed and pulled him to his feet.  "Hey
kiddo, I'm not gonna fuck you.  It's been a long day and I'm exhausted too
so I'm just gonna wrap my arms round you and fall asleep.  You up for
that?"

"You bet, sir," Eddie said again, but cast an anxious glance at Ben.  Bob
stepped in and said, "Ben, I'm sure you'd like to crawl in bed with Jason,
who's fast asleep and would love to feel you beside him.  If it's OK I'll
come in shortly and join you both.  Sure you can handle the two of us?"

"Absolutely, sir."  Ben hugged Eddie – "see you tomorrow, dude" – and
walked quickly into the bedroom.  Hassan grinned at Bob and said,
"Spectacular, man – fucking awesome."  Then he threw his arm round his
boy and they went through the connecting door into the third bedroom.

Left alone Bob suddenly felt bone weary, but he had one more thing to do.
He picked up his phone from the table, pressed a button, held the phone to
his ear and smiled.  "Hey, big guy.  Didn't wake you, did I?"

There was relief in Randy's voice as he said, "I was just thinking about
you buddy.  Didn't wanna call and interrupt anything you were doing."  He
let the thought hang like a question.

Bob grinned, knowing his lover well.  "As a matter of fact we had a great
first day but it's over and I'm gonna hit the sack.  And no, before you
ask, I haven't been fucked – not yet anyway though it's still in the
cards."  The silence at the other end told Bob that Randy was still uneasy
with that concept ... had never quite let go of the idea that he owned
Bob's ass.  So Bob said, "But I miss you like crazy, Randy, and I'll be
home in a couple of days."

"Miss you too, buddy, and I've got a few ideas for when you get here.  I
got something for you."

Bob chuckled, "You gonna tie me up and whip me like the old days?"

"Close but not exactly," Randy said, "I might talk about it, though – a
lot."

"You're not making sense," Bob laughed.  "Guess I'll have to wait `til I
get home.  By the way, you've gotta give the twins some lessons about
bondage and knowing a guy's limits.  They're confused about that and want
you to teach them."

"Glad to," Randy said.  "You know I love those kids as much as you do.
Shit, it'll be good to have the family together again.  I miss you, Bob.
Guess I already said that, didn't I?"

"You did, but I like hearing it.  I miss you too, and I love you."

"You know I'm crazy about you, man," Randy said.  "Get some sleep now.
'Night, kiddo."

`Night, Randy."  As Bob shut off the phone he realized that his heart was
beating fast and his cock was stiff as a flagpole.

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 211

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