Date: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 22:33:35 -0500
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 234  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 234
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: The feud between Randy and Mark worries Bob so his boys
console him with incredible sex. He is mesmerized watching the twins make
love to each other.  In a wild therapy session Dr. Steve asks, "Randy, are
you in love with Mark?"  Randy yells, "Are you fucking crazy?  Me?  In love
with this asshole cop who just because he looks like a goddamn Greek God
thinks the sun shines out of his fucking ass?"

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

Chapter 234 – "Randy & Mark Admit The Truth"

Randy had confessed the truth to his boy, Pablo.  "You should be ashamed of
me, kiddo," he said as he hugged him.  "I fucked up real bad this time
–gave Mark a beating he didn't deserve just because he fucked that
Ranger, Pete, a guy who's not even a member of the group."

He pulled Pablo down beside him sitting on the bed.  "Truth is, it had
nothing to do with Pete.  Deep down it was about Bob – always is.  I
guess I just saw Mark taking another guy away from me and I got paranoid
about him and Bob ... for the umpteenth time.  Shit, it's like the same
movie playing over and over."

Dr. Steve, their therapist and Randy's brother, had put it more forcefully
to Randy and Bob.  "Listen, I'm tired of pussyfooting around this, walking
on eggshells.  I've given you two so many therapy sessions and it seems to
have had no effect at all.  It's like a video on a continuous loop. I am so
fucking tired of going round and round with you and ending up where we
started.  I'm beginning to think I must be a lousy shrink, wasting my time
lecturing two over-privileged alpha males on why their life is a mess.

"So what in hell is going on here?  Sure, I know Randy and his anger is the
cause of this latest blow-up, as usual, but you, Bob, are not entirely free
of blame.  I mean, what exactly do you have going with Mark?  As I
understand it you two are in love with each other – you sometimes even
make love – and I've seen you eye-fucking each other when I'm at your
house.  How do you think that makes Randy feel?  How would you feel, Bob,
if Randy and Mark were `in love' and you were always wondering if one day
Randy would choose Mark over you?"

"OK, so Randy's gonna get punished by Mark in this kinda medieval ritual
you guys have for settling disputes But when the dust has settled I want to
see all three of you at my house for a therapy session.  That's a toxic
triangle you got going there, ready to explode at any time.  We gotta look
that one straight in the eye, see what we can do.

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

So what was going on?  Steve pondered that question as he sat with the
whole group watching Mark's ferocious punishment of Randy.  He felt there
was something behind Randy's rivalry with Mark, something more than just
jealousy over Mark's attraction to Bob.  He knew there was a piece of the
puzzle missing – he just couldn't put his finger on it.

He glimpsed clues to the answer as he carefully watched Randy, buck naked,
helplessly bound, with the cop's baton shoved in his ass.  It had become a
real trial of strength between the two alpha males – the construction
boss enduring the cop's savage retribution but refusing to verbally submit
to him.  Mark grabbed Randy's black hair and pulled his head up.  The
gypsy's rugged, tortured face stared up at him – wild-eyed, running with
sweat, tears and semen, his stubbled jaw sagging open.  "Now you have to
submit, man, Mark said, "Just two words and it's over."  Randy stared
defiantly into Mark's eyes and growled, "Make me."

It was Randy's boy Pablo who broke the stalemate.  Unable to watch his
master suffer anymore he offered his own ass to Mark if he would cut Randy
loose.  Mark agreed and was about to fuck Pablo when Randy howled in
despair.  "No – not my boy.  OK, OK, I give up.  I submit to you,
officer.  Please don't fuck my boy... forgive me for what I did to you
... you've beaten me ... you've won."  He shouted so everyone could hear.
"I submit to you, sir.  Please ... I submit."

And it was over.  Mark shook Pablo's hand and said, "Well done, kid.  You
are your master's boy alright."  Mark turned to Randy, took his face in his
hands, leaned toward it and their lips touched.  Their mouths closed over
each other in a long, shared, silent kiss.

And at that moment Steve knew.  Of course, he thought – damn, I've been
so stupid.  Suddenly it all fell into place – those glancing looks that
didn't fit, that meant something else ... the subtle hints Steve had
noticed ... Randy's refusal to end his punishment by Mark.  What did Randy
admire in men most but their strength, their courage ... and their beauty?
And the cop had all that and more.  He was a beautiful, dominant alpha male
who commanded universal respect, so gorgeous that only he could seduce Bob
into loving him – Bob, who was so devoted to Randy.

And it was that that had obscured the picture for so long.  The rivalry
between Randy and Mark was legendary in the house.  Randy saw all of Mark's
sterling qualities only in respect to Bob, resentful of Bob's attraction to
him, scared of the possibility that Mark could steal him away.  But Randy's
fierce resentment had hidden a larger truth.  Sure, when he saw them
together Randy was jealous of Mark.  But what Steve hadn't realized until
now was that Randy was jealous of Bob too.

The key was that Randy and Bob shared the same affections and emotions –
they thought and felt alike.  Everyone knew that Bob was in love with Mark,
but there was something nobody else ever guessed, least of all Randy and
Bob.

Randy was in love with Mark too.

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

Zack, the black leather master who had presided over the event now took
charge again.  He untied Randy and supported him until he regained his
balance.  Mark faced him, they stared at each other long and hard ... then
shook hands, like competitors after a fight.  Steve caught the intense look
that passed between them and that clinched it.  `Yeah,' he thought, `I was
right.'

Zack hooked Randy's arm over his shoulder and led him away.  Ignoring
everyone else Randy turned his sweat-soaked, cum-streaked face briefly to
Bob who winced and inhaled sharply.  And then Randy was gone.  Zack took
him across the street to his house to clean him up and put him to bed.
Jamie ran to Mark and hugged him, knowing how painful the whole episode had
been for him.  As a cop Mark had learned to hate violence and now he had
inflicted pain and suffering on another man.

As Mark led his boy into their apartment the other boys crowded around
Pablo with congratulations but some concern.  He had disobeyed a primary
rule that boys stay out of masters' fights, and by offering himself to
Randy's rival he had forced Randy to submit to Mark, something he had
fought against so hard.  "You did great, dude," Darius said, throwing an
arm round Pablo's shoulder.

Pablo stared back with tears in his eyes.  "I gave up, Darius.  I wasn't
tough enough to watch Randy get tortured anymore.  He refused to submit so
I made him do it.  He only did it to save me and he'll hate me for that.
He'll think I'm not tough enough to be his boy."

"Bullshit," Darius said.  "You did it because you're his boy, because you
love him.  It was the only way.  That stuff was turning into a brutal trial
of strength between two macho, bullheaded guys and could have ended real
bad.  Can you imagine the pain of the cop's club in his ass?"

"Well I've taken your club in my ass often enough."

"Yeah, but even my dick is not as big as that.  You know, Zack once told me
that a guy can suffer his own pain but watching someone you love suffer is
ten times worse.  It took guts to do what you did and I'm proud of you,
dude."  He grinned.  "Wait `til we're in bed and I'll show you just how
proud.  Now I'm going to Zack's to help him with Randy – and you're
coming with me."

Pablo flinched in protest but Darius insisted.  "When that guy wakes up
he's gonna want to see your face, kiddo.  You know how he is – after
that beating he's gonna have to prove to himself that he's still the same
tough muscle-stud he always was, and there's one sure way to do that.  My
guess is your ass is gonna get a real pounding.  Nothing wrong with that is
there?"

Pablo gave his crooked grin.  "Guess not.  Thanks, dude.  Come on, let's
go."

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

The show was over and the group was thinning out.  But Bob still sat there
staring blankly ahead, a mass of confusion.  It had been agony for him to
watch Randy suffer so bad, stubbornly refusing to submit.  But he also
remembered the traumatic sight of Mark, lying half naked in the dirt after
being savagely beaten by Randy for no real reason except the paranoid
insecurities in his mind.

"It's real tough, eh, buddy?"  Steve had come to sit beside him, knowing
the convoluted thoughts that must be plaguing him.  Bob turned to face him.
"The worst part is, Steve, that it's mostly my fault.  You said yourself
I'm not free of blame.  I've made no secret of my love for Mark nor he for
me.  Randy could tell when I'd been fucking with Mark and it must have hurt
like crazy.  How could I have done that to him, especially knowing how
explosive he can be?"

Steve smiled reassuringly.  "Don't beat yourself up, old buddy.  There's
enough blame in this sorry story to go around for everyone involved –
even me for not realizing sooner what I know now."  He grinned, "As Randy
would say, `You call yourself a shrink?'  Bob, this thing is more
complicated than you can imagine and I need to talk to you about it.  Not
now, but to all three of you in a proper session at my house.  I happen to
know that Mark's not working tomorrow and Zack can substitute for Randy.
Can you take tomorrow off work and come up around 10am?"

Bob nodded. "I hadn't planned on going in to my company anyway, and Jamie
and Brandon can take care of the office here.  They practically run it
anyway.  So I'll be there."  He hesitated.  "Do you think I should go to
Randy now?"

"No I don't.  I'm sure he's asleep and Pablo's watching over him.  And when
he wakes the first thing he gonna want is to assert his masculinity – by
fucking ass.  I just hope Pablo's up for it."

Bob managed a smile.  "No doubt on that score.  Nothing Pablo loves so much
as a hefty fuck from his big gypsy master."

"In the meantime," Steve grinned, "I see a couple of guardian angels on
your shoulder."  The twins, Kevin and Kyle, had been hovering in the
background, always discreet, always waiting to serve the master they
idolized.  Bob turned to them and Kyle said, "Sir, we've already taken a
tray of food to your room and, if it's OK, we'd like to join you, eat with
you, take care of you."

Bob blinked in surprise and suddenly realized there was a world outside all
this angst and mayhem, a sane serene world.  He also realized that the
company of the gentle twins was exactly what he needed, especially with the
prospect of them `taking care' of him.

"You guys," he smiled, "thank you for the offer – there's nothing I
would like better right now.  Lead on."  He got up from the table.  "Thanks
a million, Steve.  I'm intrigued by these `complications' you mention –
a bit scared too.  See you tomorrow."

Steve watched with a sigh as the twins led Bob inside the house.  Steve
grinned at Lloyd.  "At the risk of sounding like the Lone Ranger, `my work
here is done, Tonto'.  At least for now.  Let's hit the road."  Lloyd
laughed.  "OK, Kemo Sabe.  Let's go."

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

As soon as Bob walked into his bedroom he felt overwhelmingly tired.  The
situation involving him, Randy and Mark seemed to have reached a breaking
point and he had a strong sense that he was at fault.  Steve himself had
said Bob was not entirely free of blame, but later he had told him,
`There's enough blame in this sorry story to go around for everyone
involved – even me for not realizing sooner what I know now'.

What did that mean?  It was all so damn confusing.  And what was Randy
doing and feeling right now over at Zack's?  Did he miss him?  Did he still
love him?  Then he remembered early that morning when he had looked through
the crack of the bathroom door and saw Randy jerking off and murmuring his
name.  Well, at least he still lusted for him ... that's something, I
guess, Bob thought to himself.

"Sir?  Excuse me, sir."  Kevin's voice jerked him out of his troubled
daydreams and he saw for the first time that the table in the bedroom had
been set for a meal.  He realized that, as well as being confused, he was
hungry.  Kyle took over: "Sir, why don't you take a shower while we take
care of the hot food and coffee in your kitchen here?  Then we can eat."

"What about food for the guys downstairs?  It's Sunday brunch today."

Kevin spoke soothingly.  "Nate, Eddie and Brandon are already doing that
under Mario's supervision.  Please don't worry about stuff like that, sir.
Leave everything to us."

Bob heaved a deep sigh and started to relax.  He kicked off his shoes and
delivered himself into the tender hands of his twins who began to undress
him.  Kevin unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it off and licked the sweat
running down the cleft between his pecs.  Kyle knelt at his master's feet,
unzipped his jeans and pulled them down.  Then he lowered Bob's boxers and,
as his long, thick cock flopped out, he couldn't resist leaning forward and
licking it once from bottom to top.

The twins took their naked master to the bathroom, made sure he had warm
towels and left him to shower as they went to the small kitchen in the
suite.  A bit later Bob emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a soft white
bathrobe, loosely tied at the waist, the top hanging open and giving a
tantalizing glimpse of his muscled pecs.  The twins were standing by the
table in their usual shorts and white T-shirts, tight enough to show the
outline of their lithe young bodies underneath.  Their youthful beauty made
Bob smile and his cock stiffened.

As they sat down to hot food, coffee and juice Bob felt a wave of affection
for his boys, always working quietly in the background no matter what drama
was unfolding, making sure everyone was fed.  The twins were extremely
close, even sexually, and had spent all their young lives going from one
foster home to the other, sometimes running away to prevent being split up.
Their greatest fear was being separated from each other and Bob had sworn
to them that that would never happen.  And so, in utter contentment, they
ruled their kingdom – the kitchen.

As they all ate Bob said, "Hey, you guys have your ear pretty close to the
ground, you always know what's going on, so tell me how the boys are
handling all this."

"Pretty good, sir," Kyle reassured him.  "We've all pulled together, even
through the scary moments.  Pablo is pretty shook up, though he always puts
on a display of bravado.  Brandon's being real good with him as Randy
apparently asked him to be a friend to Pablo."

"Anything else?" Bob asked sensing that they were holding back.

"Well, sir," Kevin said hesitantly, `We have a kind of sense that Eddie's
feeling a bit put out as he was Brandon's first friend.  Now Brandon's got
Mario, plus Randy gave him that job on the construction crew, then Brandon
did his gutsy number up at Steve's and now he's being a friend to Pablo.
So with all that going on Eddie's feeling kinda left out.  You know Eddie –
always thinks he's `only the assistant houseboy'.  We hinted all this to
Brandon and he and Mario are planning to have Eddie and Ben up to his place
for dinner – kinda get reacquainted."

"Thanks, guys.  Keep me posted on the Eddie and Brandon thing.  That's the
kind of friendship we should encourage here."  There was a silence as Bob
sipped his coffee and weighed his next words carefully.

"Er, Steve has asked Randy, Mark and me to go up to his house tomorrow for
a therapy session – kinda sort things out.  He said that things between
Randy, Mark and me are more complicated than I thought and he now realizes
something he should have guessed before.  Er, like I said, you guys are
pretty astute and usually know what's gonna happen around here before it
does so, er ... do you have any idea what he was talking about?

The twins looked at each other rather uncomfortably, communicating with
their eyes as they usually did.  "Sir," Kyle said, "we've talked about this
quite a bit and we, well, we think we have a good idea what Steve means."

"So?" Bob asked expectantly.

Kyle shifted in his chair.  "Sir, you know there's a rule in the house that
the boys don't get involved in the masters' affairs."

"Yeah, well Brandon and Pablo seem to have broken that rule with great
results."  Bob saw their discomfort and smiled.  "But you're absolutely
right and it was not fair of me to ask you.  It's up to Steve to tell me
what he's thinking, not you, so I apologize and we'll let the subject
drop."  He sighed deeply and raised his arms in a long, languid stretch.
"Jeez I'm tired."

 "Sir," said Kyle in a commanding voice.  "Kevin and me think you need a
nap."

"Guys, I'm in your hands."  Kevin stood up and said sweetly, "Just what we
wanted to hear, sir.  If you'd allow me."  Bob stood up, Kevin went behind
him, pulled the bathrobe from his shoulders and folded it over a chair.
Kyle said, "Please, sir, lie on the bed."  Bob willingly obeyed and as soon
as his naked body touched the cool sheets and his head sank into the
pillows he started to unwind.  But muscles have a memory and his were still
tight after the dramatic events of the last couple of days.  The twins took
care of that.

He gazed up at them as they stood at the foot of the bed and slowly pulled
off their shirts, dropped their shorts and smiled down at him, wearing just
white boxer briefs.  God they were gorgeous, Bob thought, with their
angular, all-American faces, tousled light brown hair, sparkling eyes and
tall, lithe young bodies that had been perfectly sculpted by sessions with
Randy in the gym.  They were not only absolutely identical but they seemed
to communicate through telepathy, always knowing what the other was
thinking.

Perfectly synchronized they sank to their knees on either side of the bed.
Kevin opened a drawer in the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of massage
oil they had used before.  He unscrewed the top, held it high and let the
liquid drip onto Bob's chest, releasing the oil's scent of sandalwood.
When oil was flowing down the cleft between Bob's pecs the boys leaned over
him and ran their hands over his chest.

In earlier years, when they were homeless and broke, they had been forced
to trade sex for money and they became experts.  They put their skills to
good use now as they gently massaged their master's pecs and neck, digging
their fingers into his trapezius muscles and making him sigh with the
painful pleasure of deep massage.  Bob watched the twins' intense
expressions as they moved down to his ripped abs and over his slim hips,
then concentrated on a leg each, digging into his muscled thighs, calves
and finally massaged his feet.

By this time Bob's cock was standing tall as a flagpole and the twins
grinned at each other.  They eased upward, bent their heads and licked his
cock, one on each side.  Then Kyle took the whole length into his mouth and
down his throat, his beautiful face moving slowly up and down, hair falling
over his forehead.  He yielded to Kevin who took over seamlessly, and soon
they were trading back and forth.  Bob looked down at the erotic sight of
two beautiful young faces focused on his cock, taking turns sliding their
mouths over it.

"Guys," Bob breathed, "I can't hold out much longer, you've got me so hot,
I..."

"Please don't cum yet, sir," Kyle said.  "You will know when it's time."
Kevin drew his head back so only the head of the cock was in his mouth.
Kyle leaned forward ... and kissed his brother.  The head of Bob's cock was
trapped between their mouths.  He felt their lips kissing over it, felt
their tongues licking each other, licking his cock ... and it drove him
wild.

He had never felt a sensation like this, never seen his boys look more
beautiful as they kissed each other with his cock between them.  He was in
ecstasy, his cock shuddered, his breathing became ragged and with a long
sigh ... "aaaah"... his cock erupted in their mouths.  The boys swallowed
hard, competing for every drop of their master's precious juice.

They pulled off, smiled at each other and kissed each other passionately
across their master's naked body, sharing his semen.  They pulled back and
linked their four oily hands together ... around Bob's long shaft.  He
watched their muscles flex as they ran their linked hands up and down his
cock.  They had been staring at each other but now turned to look at Bob.
"Please, sir," Kyle smiled, "we want to drink some more."  "Please, sir,"
said the gentle Kevin.

They stroked harder, faster, and although Bob had already shot a load he
felt his cock pulsing again, he looked at their expectant faces poised over
his cock ... and a stream of jism spurted up into their open mouths and
once again they swallowed the liquid like nectar from a god.

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

Bob lay back, closed his eyes and felt all the tension drain from his body.
All his confusion of conflicting emotions had been dispelled by the twins'
tenderness and love.  He was tired but elated and did not move as he felt
his legs being lifted up, and he merely sighed as a cock slid slowly into
his ass. He opened his eyes and saw that the twins had removed their
shorts.  Kyle was standing naked on the bed holding his legs up high and
Kevin knelt before him, his hips moving back and forth massaging his ass
with his cock.

Bob surrendered completely to his boys as he gazed at the two young bucks
taking turns fucking his ass.  He was drifting into a world of pure
pleasure ruled by the twins where all negative thoughts were banished.  His
cock was hard again and he groaned, "Please, guys, let me see you cum."

"OK, sir," said Kyle who was taking his turn fucking him.  But instead of
intensifying the fuck to its climax he pulled his cock out and moved up the
bed, kneeling astride Bob's chest facing him.  Kevin dropped to his knees
behind his brother – and pushed his cock into Kyle's ass.

Bob had seen the brothers fuck each other before, and the sight of
identical twins making love was highly erotic. But they had never done it
kneeling over him before.  He turned his head to the side and stared into
the floor-length mirror on the wall, at Kevin gently fucking his brother,
both of them with placid smiles on their faces.  Then he turned back to
look up at them.

Kevin was reaching round his brother's chest and squeezing his nipples as
he fucked him, and Kyle was stroking his cock, pointing it at Bob's face.
"Sir, you wanted to see us cum?  Here it is, sir."  Kyle blasted a spray of
semen onto his master's face.  Stunned, Bob looked through the film of jism
and saw the hazy image of the boys trading places.  Kevin was getting
fucked by his brother, he was pounding his cock ... and a second load of
cum spurted into Bob's face.

Bob closed his eyes and feasted on the image of his beautiful twins fucking
each other, each in turn blasting their juice into his face, some of it
landing in his mouth.  He was savoring the musky taste of his boys' fresh
semen when he felt them move.  The next in a long string of erotic
sensations was the feeling of their tongues cleaning his face and eyes.
They sucked in their own juices, then closed their lips over their master's
in a long, cum-filled three-way kiss.

When at last they separated Bob smiled at them.  "Guys, you are absolutely
incredible, you know that?  Wow, that was awesome – just what I needed
to clear my mind of all the wreckage.  But I'm totally bushed.  You
promised me a nap – and I hope you'll join me."

"The other boys can hold the fort, sir," Kevin smiled.  "We won't be
interrupted."  They climbed into the bed, one on each side of their master,
and in minutes they were asleep, with the twins lying face to face on Bob's
chest, their lips almost touching.

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

Calm had also been restored across the street at Zack's house – except
in the mind of Pablo.  He sat at Randy's bedside keeping vigil while his
master slept fitfully, regaining his strength and restoring his energy
after the brutal punishment he had endured.  Zack and Darius had left them
alone in the guest bedroom but remained within earshot in case they were
needed.  Plus, in Darius's case, so he would be the first to know of any
new developments.

Darius had said that when Randy woke up he would want to see Pablo's face,
and to fuck him to prove that the punishment had not made him any less of
the sexual stud he had always been.  Pablo kind of doubted this because of
the way he had offered himself to Mark to end his master's torment and made
Randy submit.  Also, Randy would be in no shape yet for sex.

It was a long time before Pablo got his answer.  He sat loyally beside him,
gazing at his naked body half covered by a sheet.  Finally Randy stirred
and groaned with the residual pain in his ass from where the police baton
had been shoved in it.  He turned on his side, opened his eyes and, when
his blurred vision cleared, he saw Pablo.  The boy was shifting
uncomfortably in his chair, looking as if he was about to take fright and
run.

"What the fuck you doing there, boy?" the deep voice growled.

Pablo gulped.  "Sir, I've been sitting here all the time you've slept in
case you woke up and needed something, sir."

"I don't mean that ... I mean what the fuck are you doing in that chair and
not in my bed?  OK, so I have woken up and I do need something – you."

Pablo stood up, holding his head high.  "Sir, I don't deserve to be in your
bed after what I did.  I got involved in your fight with Mark, offered
myself to him and made you submit.  I'm not tough enough to be your boy,
sir, let alone be in your bed."

Randy sighed, "Oh shut the fuck up, boy, and get your ass over here.  Cut
the bullshit, get your fucking clothes off, and get in the damn bed."

Scrambling to obey Pablo stripped naked and eased into the bed beside him.
Randy pulled his head toward him and fixed him with his steely eyes.  "Now
listen, kid, `cause I'll only say this once.  What you did today took a lot
of guts – and I know you've got guts.  You did it for me and you were
prepared to take the cop's dick up your ass to save me.  I would expect
nothing less of my boy."  His voice softened. "In fact it gave me a way of
submitting to the cop just to save my boy."

"Anyway, it's done, and you know me ... when a thing's over it's over.
We'll say no more about it.  Of course, you're gonna get your ass fucked –
good and hard.  Feel this."  He guided his boy's hand down to his iron-hard
cock and said, "See, no damage there.  And being in bed with you always
gets me hard.  But first I need more sleep.  So what say I reserve that
perfect butt of yours before any other guy gets to it?  Lube me up, kid."

Quickly Pablo lowered his head over the massive cock and swallowed the
whole length down his throat.  Randy pulled the boy's head back by the
hair.  "That'll do it.  Now turn over."  Pablo turned his back to Randy who
pushed his wet cock between the mounds of his ass and all the way down his
chute until it came to rest deep inside him.  "Right, now when I wake up,
boy, you're really gonna get it."

He put his brawny arm round Pablo and pulled him against his chest.  Before
they fell asleep he murmured softly in his ear, "Thanks for what you did,
kiddo.  I'm real proud of you."

Pablo's crooked grin stayed on his face even after he fell asleep, impaled
on his master's rod.

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

"What time are they coming?"  Lloyd was sipping coffee across the breakfast
table from Steve next morning.  "Around ten o'clock," Steve said, "that's
if they all show.  Bob and Mark will but I have my doubts about Randy.
He's as stubborn as a mule and sometimes just as dumb.  Kicks like a mule
too.  We had quite a moment together yesterday when he apologized for
keeping his distance from me, for shutting me out, and actually told me he
loved me.

"But I know how he can be.  Always has to be the boss and resents his
younger brother (younger by a year!) taking charge of the situation.  He
thinks he should always be in command – only difference is that he
exerts his authority with his fists and I use words, so at this point
there's no choice.  He's already done the fist thing and look where that's
got us.  Let's go upstairs.  I want to watch them come in.  You can tell a
lot by body language."

Standing at their bedroom window Lloyd said.  "I always love to watch you
work, your thought process.  You're a great therapist, you know "... he
grinned ... "in spite of what Randy says."

"You're right," Steve chuckled, "he'd never admit to that.  Hold on, here
they come."  They saw a truck pull up at the gate, then a black sedan.
Lloyd pressed the button to open the gate and Mark strode in, followed by
Bob.  "Hmm," Steve mused, "separate cars, not an auspicious sign.  Look at
the way they walk – Mark's resolute as befits a cop, tough and
determined.  But Bob is less sure of himself.  Poor guy's racked with
self-doubt.  Now where the hell is Randy?"

A few seconds later a bigger truck pulled up and there was a loud slam of a
door.  "Hear that, Lloyd?  That's anger but a lot of insecurity,
nervousness too I'd guess, though that's not usually a word I'd use for my
big brother.  I better go down and meet them.  I want this to be an
informal session and, when the time's right, I'd like you to join us if
they agree.  Sorry to ask you this but could you bring us coffee on the
terrace when we start?"

"Sure," Lloyd grinned, "happy to.  Only you'll pay later.  You can't always
be in command you know.  Someone has to take you down a notch or two."
Steve grinned salaciously.  "Maybe down in the basement?"  "Definitely the
basement," Lloyd said.  "It's about time the patient turned the tables on
the doc.  Now get your ass out of here."

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

Mark was already standing at the front door when Steve opened it.  "Hey,
officer," he beamed and shook his hand firmly.  "Good to see you ... come
on in."  He was closely followed by Bob who smiled uneasily at him and they
too shook hands.  Steve had decided that hugs would be out of place
... might set the wrong tone and even show favoritism – a definite
no-no."

They stood in the hallway uncertainly until the door flew open again and
Randy stood there in jeans and his usual loose tank top that displayed his
muscular torso more, even, than a tight one would.  But it was not through
vanity (physically he didn't have a vain bone in his body), it was just
what he always wore and fuck everyone else.

Steve, observant as ever, noted how they were all dressed.  Mark was in
shorts and a ribbed black tank top (Jamie's favorite, Steve knew that)
contrasting with his blond good looks, making him look even more
spectacularly handsome than ever.  Steve made a mental note – `dressed
to impress'.

Bob looked almost preppy in clean blue-jeans and a white T-shirt.  Steve
guessed that in his nervousness he had taken refuge in a conventional look
that made him feel comfortable. Though there was nothing conventional about
Bob.  The most ordinary white T-shirt could not mask the stunning
musculature of his body underneath and highlighted his gorgeous face.

"Welcome gentlemen," Steve smiled.  "I wanted this session to be as
informal as possible, so we'll go out by the pool and Lloyd will bring us
coffee and anything else you guys want."

"Whatever," growled Randy, "let's just get the fucking show on the road."
He strode through the house onto the deck and threw himself into a whicker
armchair, legs stretched out before him. (Always the leader, Steve smiled
to himself) The others followed and sat in the other chairs, unaware that
Steve had arranged them carefully on one side of a long table with him
seated in a slightly higher chair on the other side.  He had to keep them
all in his eye line.  It would be a mistake to turn his back on one while
talking to another ... he needed to watch reactions.

Timing his entrance perfectly Lloyd brought out a tray of coffee and smiled
mischievously at Steve.  He was barefoot, shirtless in just blue jeans with
a white strip of underwear showing just above the waist.  His tanned,
perfect gym-hone body looked sensational and he knew it.  A smile flashed
on his handsome face and he said, "Coffee, gentlemen, and if there's
anything else I can do for you, just give a holler.  I'm all yours."  All
the men felt their dicks stirring and Steve smiled up at him mouthing
"asshole", unseen by the others.

Bob and Mark reached for coffee ... Randy didn't stir, hunched morosely in
his chair.

"OK," Steve said, "I want this to be an interactive session with you guys
doing most of the work.  As I see it we have a complicated situation here
with love versus obstinacy, clashing egos and a lot of denial.  And much of
that is to be expected.  After all, you are three powerful, dominant alpha
males – not to mention stunningly good-looking.  That's a perfect
breeding ground for macho rivalry.

"I want to say one other thing before we get going.  In all my experience I
have never seen two people as much in love as Randy and Bob.  They are
united as one, joined at hip, unable to exist without each other despite
their obvious differences of background and style.  But that should not be
a boulder blocking the entrance to their world ... rather, it's a rock
foundation we can build on.  Any questions before we go on?"

Mark and Bob shook their heads.  Randy stared into space, bored by his
brother's sermonizing, as he thought of it, and resenting this whole
damn-fool session.  No one could tell him who he was or what he felt, least
of all about his feelings for Bob.  Steve watched his reaction and smiled
inwardly.  OK, brother, he thought to himself.  Maybe this'll get your
attention.

"Good, so right off the bat I have a question for Randy.  He stared
straight at him and they locked eyes.  "Randy, are you in love with Mark?"

It took a few moments for the stunned men to take this in, and then Randy
threw his head back and laughed.  "Yeah right – good one, bro.  Me in
love with the guy who just tortured my ass, the guy who wants to steal my
man away.  OK, enough with the jokes – let's get serious here."

Steve looked at him evenly.  "I am serious, Randy.  I want to know.  Are
you in love with Mark?"

It was as if thunder clouds had suddenly rolled in.  Randy flexed his
stubbled jaw, clenched his fists and sprang from his chair.  "Are you
fucking crazy?" he yelled at Steve.  "You call this therapy?  It's fucking
insanity, that's what it is.  Where do you come up with these off-the-wall
ideas?  Me?  In love with this asshole cop who just because he looks like a
goddamn Greek God thinks the sun shines out of his fucking ass.  Yeah sure,
I'm in love with the arrogant son-of-a-bitch, if love means wanting to beat
the crap out of him every time I lay eyes on him."

He started to walk away, but turned back and jabbed his finger at Bob.
"You ... you put him up to this ... it's a conspiracy you all cooked up to
make me accept Mark as your lover.  OK, if that's what you want, take him,
just don't expect me to sit through this bullshit circle-jerk you all call
therapy.  I'm outa here."  In spite of everything Bob gazed in awe at the
raging gypsy.  This was when he looked his most magnificent, his body
flexed with anger, blue eyes flashing in his swarthy face ... and Bob's
cock was rigid.

Randy spun round and strode up the driveway to the gate.  Steve sighed and
looked at the other two.  "The gypsy doth protest too much, methinks.
Jeez, all I asked was a simple question.  Guess I'll take that as a yes."

Bob looked at him in alarm and was about to comment when suddenly Randy
stopped at the gate, whirled round and strode back to face them, legs
astride, muscles flexed.  "OK," he said, his tone less ferocious than
before, but still riled up.  He again pointed at Bob.  "OK, maybe you
didn't put them up to it, I take that back.  Steve just brainwashed you is
all.  And you," pointing at Mark, "I take back that stuff about the sun
shining out of your ass – you can't help your looks, I guess – and I
don't wanna beat you up.  There's been enough of that."

He pointed next at Steve.  "But you ... you are a fucking lousy shrink and
I'm damn-well not gonna let you brainwash my man here."  He sat down
heavily in his chair.  "So go ahead, doc, let's hear some more of your
half-assed bullshit."

Ever the professional Steve took it all in stride.  "Randy," he said
calmly, "you should know that I didn't share my `off-the-wall' idea, as you
call it, with anyone until I asked that question just now.  It came to me
as I watched Mark punish you yesterday and saw the looks that flashed
between you.  Your pride wouldn't let you submit, certainly, but there was
more to it – you actually wanted sexual attention from Mark, no matter
how rough.  And that kiss at the end.  That was not just Mark making nice.
That was a passionate kiss between two men who had strong feelings for each
other.

"Now I may well be a `lousy shrink' as you say, but I never lie to you,
brother.  And I swear that when Bob and Mark came here neither of them knew
any more about my idea than you did."

Randy huffed a bit and glanced at Mark and Bob, but he seemed to settle
down.  He knew Steve was honest – it's just his crazy ideas that made
him so fucked up.  So he was more receptive when Steve said, "Now as all
this is new to Bob too I would like to talk to him alone for a while.  And
Randy I do mean talk, not brainwashing.  So if you two wouldn't mind
leaving us for a bit – maybe take a dip in the pool...?

Randy shifted in his chair ready to dig his heels in but Mark stood up.
"Fine with me," he said.  Facing them he began slowly to pull his tank top
off over his head, revealing first his ripped, eight-pack abs, then the
slabs of his chest until he was stripped to the waist.  He tossed his shirt
onto a chair, then bent down to unlace his sneakers, showing off the
muscles rippling in his broad back.

He stood up straight, unbuttoned his shorts, let them drop and stepped out
of them, letting his long cock swing free.  Backlit by the sun the naked
cop looked spectacular, the light glowing behind his face and blond hair
creating the halo image of a god.  "Coming Randy?" he smiled.

It was a challenge – at least that's the way Randy saw it – and he
always rose to a challenge.  He stood up next to Mark, facing Bob, kicked
off his boots, pulled off his tank top and dropped his jeans.  It was less
showy than Mark's performance but the result was at least as stunning and
Bob gazed in awe at the two naked muscle-gods, almost like competitors in a
bodybuilding contest.  Steve, of course, realized they were showing off for
Bob, and in that sense they really were contestants.  Randy spun round, ran
to the pool and dived in, closely followed by Mark.

Steve grinned at Bob and said, "Always has to be the leader.  Actually, the
reason I sent them away was more for them than for us.  Sometimes it's best
to drop the bomb then let the patients sort through the wreckage.  Not that
I think there will be much wreckage here – I hope not.  But now that
we're alone, how are you feeling right now?"

Bob laughed, "Ah, that good old therapist question – `and how do you
feel about that?'  Huh, if only I knew.  `Stunned' comes to mind, though
between you and me, Steve' I'm not entirely surprised.  I know Randy so
well – his little quirks, what drives him, what pushes his buttons.  I
always felt that his continued antagonism to Mark was a bit over-the-top –
contrived in a way.  Of course, what masked everything was his jealousy of
Mark's feelings toward me.  But I always suspected there was something
else."

Bob sighed.  "Steve, what you said about me being partly to blame was
absolutely true and I feel so guilty.  I love Randy like crazy, as you
said, and I somehow took him for granted.  Guess I thought he was tough
enough to handle the situation between Mark and me but I was wrong.  When
it comes to me he's about as tough as a newborn puppy.  Steve, I'll do
anything to make things right – leave Mark, leave everything.  I'd
follow him anywhere, do anything he asks."

"Hey, hey, it won't come to that, buddy.  Let's take it one step at a time.
First of all, we saw what just went into the pool.  Let's wait and see what
comes out.

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

When Randy and Mark first dove into the pool it was (no surprise) a
contest.  The rivalry between Randy and Mark had lasted so long that it
would not be dissolved just by Steve's crazy idea that Randy was in love
with the gorgeous cop.  The pool was a long lap pool, great for competitive
swimmers like these two.  But, as with almost everything physical, Randy
was the stronger swimmer of the two and when, after numerous laps, Randy
paused for breath he boasted, come on stud, keep up."

"Fuck you, man," Mark panted, swimming up beside him.  "Damn, I just never
seem to be able to improve my speed."

"That's because of your form," Randy said.  And suddenly the contest had
become a lesson.  The physical activity had eased the tension between them.
Whatever else they were, they were both men of action and admired each
other's strength.  When they first knew each other they had undergone a
brutal trial of strength at the hands of thugs in the desert and had fought
side by side to defeat them.  The memory of that was still embedded deep in
their brains.

Sure, Randy was still showing his superiority but this time as a coach.
But Mark saw it merely as a lesson and accepted his advice.  "Yeah," Randy
said, "a few changes will make all the difference.  Right now your arms are
like windmills – you need to bend the elbow when the arm exits the water
and then reach far forward.  And try to keep your head lower when you
breathe.  Here it's easier if I show you."  Standing beside him he wrapped
his arm round Mark's waist and held him belly down in the water

"OK, as I move you forward breathe after every three or four strokes and
bend your elbows like I said.  Yeah, that's better ... keep your body
straight like an arrow and turn your body side to side like a dolphin.  The
less you splash the better."

Mark felt the improvement ... and he also felt Randy's body and his cock
pressed against his side.  Randy's cock was getting hard and he pulled away
from Mark.  "OK, race you."  They launched themselves off the side, swam
the length of the pool, their muscles gleaming as they churned through the
water, and Mark reached the end a split second after Randy.

"See the difference?" Randy beamed as they hung onto the side face to face.
Mark grinned, "You should be a swim coach, big guy."  Flushed with physical
exertion they smiled at each other.  Their faces – one chiseled blond,
the other swarthy and rugged – were streaming with water, handsome icons
of the male athlete.  Their eyes locked and impulsively they pressed their
lips together.  The kiss mounted in passion, tongues probing, until they
both jerked back with embarrassment.

"Hey," Randy said, "better get back and save Bob from Steve's brainwashing.
You with me?"

"Right behind you, buddy."

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

Steve and Bob had heard the laughter from the pool and Steve smiled at Bob.
"Progress, I think.  Whenever Lloyd and I have a fight I push him in the
pool, we tussle ... and in a few minutes we're fucking.  Thought I'd give
it a try with these two.  Let's see if it worked."  He grinned as he
watched the two muscle-studs pull themselves out of the pool and walk
toward them ... both sporting rock-hard erections.  "Oh yeah," Steve
grinned, "worked a treat."

"I hate to mention the obvious, guys, but what you gonna do with those tree
trunks?"  They both stared lasciviously at Bob but Steve intervened.  "Oh
no you don't.  Bob's sitting this one out – this is between you guys.
We gotta decide this once and for all."  He pulled a mattress from a chaise
and tossed it on the deck.  "By my estimation," he grinned, "and by the
authority vested in me by the State of California ... someone's gonna get
fucked.  Let's toss for it – your call Randy.  The men looked on bemused
as Steve tossed a coin and Randy blurted out, "Heads."

"Heads it is," said Steve, slapping the coin on the table.  "OK, guys, go
for it."

Randy looked at Mark and grinned sheepishly, "You up for this, man?"

"I am if you are.  Gotta do something with this boner."  He lowered himself
onto his back on the mattress and gazed up at Randy, his sparkling
blue-gray eyes issuing a challenge, a challenge Randy was only too willing
to meet.  "Give me a chance to get my own back," Randy said.  Bob and Steve
watched in nervous apprehension as Randy knelt between Mark's legs.  They
both knew this was the make or break moment.

Randy was still confused by his feelings so, as usual, he took refuge in
brute strength.  He pulled Mark's legs up and pushed his cock between his
ass cheeks.  "You busted me up good, man.  My turn."  He slammed his cock
deep into the cop's ass, making him scream, then pulled back and ramrodded
him again.  Mark winced in pain and looked Randy straight in the eye.  "Why
don't you cut the crap, buddy?  You don't mean this ... you and I know you
don't hate me.  We both know Steve was right.  For once in your life
surrender, Randy.  Surrender to the truth."

Randy gazed down at the beautiful, sculpted features, the blue-grey eyes,
the tousled blond hair ... and that magnificent body.  Mark said softly,
"Make love to me, Randy.  Please, man ... I've wanted it for so long."

Randy whimpered, leaned forward and clamped his hands over Mark's wrists
above his head.  "I don't wanna hurt you, buddy.  I've hurt you so much in
the past and I guess deep down I never wanted to.  I was scared of you.
Every time I pounded your ass it was a warning and a punishment.  Not this
time.  Man, you are so fucking beautiful."  He grinned, "I want you,
officer."

Mark flashed a dazzling smile.  "So go for it, big guy."

The rest was poetry.  Steve and Bob stared at Randy's magnificent body
poised over the cop.  His long, thick rod eased into Mark's ass, pulled
back, paused and pushed in again as Mark moaned, "Oh yeah, that feels so
good.  Keep fucking me, man.  Make love to my ass."

They stared at each other transfixed and Bob could see that Randy's
hypnotic blue eyes were having the same magical effect on Mark as they
always did on him, drawing him in to that enchanted world that he shared
with Bob.  It was the same mesmerizing effect Randy had on any man who had
ever felt the gypsy's cock in his ass and been bewitched by his eyes.

Bob might have felt jealous, scared, as his lover made love to another man,
but this man was Mark whom Bob also loved.  Randy glanced briefly up at Bob
with a gleaming smile.  Bob was thrilled to see Randy so happy and he gazed
in wonder as the two glorious muscle gods continued to fuck.  Bob looked up
at Steve and got a reassuring nod – but then he caught sights of the
coin on the table.  It showed tails.  He frowned at Steve who smiled, "A
little white lie.  It had to be this way, buddy.  Randy had to go first.
Wouldn't have worked the other way."

The fuck went on and on until Randy couldn't hold back any longer.  He
stared down at Mark and said, "Your ass feels so fucking good, man, I gotta
cum.  I wanna pump my juice inside you.  Here it comes buddy ... I'm gonna
cum ... Yeah ... Oh yeah ..." and his cock erupted deep inside Mark's ass.

Randy pulled out, fell forward onto Mark and pressed their mouths together.
But Mark twisted over on top of Randy and in seconds Mark's cock was inside
him, massaging his ass as he pressed his palms on his chest.  Mark was now
so hot his balls were bursting.  "I love you, man," he breathed.  "This is
for you ..." and Randy felt the cop's hot jism flowing inside him.

They gazed at each other panting hard, hearts pounding.  Mark gently
withdrew his cock and they fell into each other's arms and kissed
passionately, ferociously, rolling over and over on the deck in the ecstasy
of newly discovered love.

Bob was mesmerized, watching the two men he loved in the throes of passion.
Instinctively he stood up, pulled out his own cock and stroked it faster
and faster, gazing down at the churning bodies at his feet.  It was one of
the most beautiful sights he had ever seen.  His body convulsed and he
howled, "Yes! ... Yes! ... Aaagh!"  Semen blasted from his cock and
splashed down onto the bare flesh of the men he loved.  When his cock had
drained dry he stood dazed, then slumped back in his chair, emotionally
exhausted, confused and nervous about what came next.

Bob's ecstatic shout jarred the men out of their tight embrace.  Randy
stood up, pulled Mark to his feet and the two glorious men stood shoulder
to shoulder, their breath heaving, smiling down at Bob.  They stretched out
their hands toward him and Randy said, "Come here, buddy."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 235

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