Date: Thu, 14 May 2015 01:39:34 -0400
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" -  Part 259  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 259
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: To Steve and Lloyd, the trio Hassan, Mario and Eddie are
just "a husky Marine, a handsome Italian gardener, and an urchin with a
dirty face."  But the "husky Marine" proves they are a team.  The hot,
athletic Lloyd is "transformed from arrogant jock to subservient fuck
slave."  And the muscle-stud top man, Doctor Steve, "gets spit roasted and
cock-sucked – his ass, his face, his cock invaded at once."

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

Chapter 259 – "Team Hassan"

"Yeah, it's a pretty cool domestic scene here," Bob said to Randy on the
phone.  Boy did he get that wrong!

The tribe had split into three for the weekend.  Randy, Mark, Zack and Pete
had taken their boys on a motorcycle run into a distant canyon.  Hassan,
Mario and Eddie were spending the weekend at the house of Steve and Lloyd.
And Bob and the twins, left at home, had invited Adam, Jason and their boys
Nate and Ben to join them.

The first morning at the house had begun peacefully enough, justifying
Bob's description of "a cool domestic scene".  But Randy had sounded
skeptical – and he was right to be.  A competitive workout at the house
between the gym-jocks, Adam and Jason, had quickly evolved into a battle of
strength and vanity ... and man-on-man sex.

It had all climaxed with the two jocks kneeling in front of a mirror, Bob
standing behind them, all three gazing at their naked reflections. Three
long streams of cum slammed against the glass, diffusing the images of the
exultant men like a movie fading to black, ending the show and bringing the
audience of boys to their feet.

Food came next and the twins, who were masters of quick, improvised meals,
soon had a feast on the table by the pool.  The conversation was spirited,
raucous even, until Bob asked for silence when his phone rang.

"Hey Steve ... hold on a second," Bob said.  He muffled the phone and said
to the group, "It's Steve. As the tribe's therapist he said he would check
in on all he groups and make sure everything's cool."

He went back to the phone.  "So what's up, Steve? ... Yeah, everything's
terrific here. ...  "Yeah Randy called me and told me the whole story –
sounds as if they're acting like a bunch of savages up there in the canyon
– no surprise there – and Zack's been put through the ringer.  What
about your group up on Mulholland?"

Steve chuckled.  "Oh, we got a few things to sort out.  I wanna make sure
this three-way thing with Hassan, Mario and Eddie is on the level.  I mean,
it's a bit of a stretch – a husky Marine Captain, a sophisticated
Italian gardener, and an urchin with a dirty face, all sharing each other's
affections.  Like I said, bit of a long shot.  But Lloyd and I will make
sure nobody gets hurt.  I've got my methods."

Bob laughed.  "Yeah, we've all been subjected to your `methods' at one time
or another, doc ...  Yeah, yeah, I promise I'll call you if we have any
problems but judging from the action here so far I don't think that's
likely.  Later, dude ... have fun."

He shut off the phone and grinned, "Hell, those two brothers not only look
alike but they have the same protective instincts to take care of the
tribe.  Only difference is Steve uses his brain and Randy uses his fists."

"How's Eddie doing, sir?" asked Ben, anxious for his friend, one of the
`three amigos'.  I mean after what happened to him last time when Hassan
put him to work shoveling dirt and then him and Steve and Lloyd made him
suck their dicks all afternoon."

Bob ruffled the young gypsy's hair.  "Well I don't recall Eddie complaining
about giving marathon blowjobs to those musclehunks.  Happy as a clam at
high tide.  And I don't think they'll make him shovel dirt this time.  My
guess is he'll have a blast.  `Course, I don't know what Steve has in
mind."

"Oh Steve's OK," Ben said confidently.  "He's Randy's brother – mine too
– and Randy don't let him get away with shit.  Actually, the three of us
are a real peaceful family."

The other boys laughed mockingly and Nate said, "Huh, you can tell that to
the Marines."

"Well," Ben said, "all's I know about the Marines is Hassan.  Now he's
another story."

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

That other story had begun when Hassan took Eddie in his military jeep up
to his guesthouse on the grounds of Steve and Lloyd's elegant house on
Mulholland Drive.  Before they walked up to the main house Hassan made
Eddie put on clean cargo shorts and a blue Polo shirt (Hassan's favorite).
Hassan himself changed out of his usual military pants and put on jeans and
a clean white T-shirt that clung to his muscular torso.

Eddie looked at him with his urchin grin and licked his lips.  He stroked
the Marine's chest and said, "S'pose we don't have time for me to show you
my ass, sir?"

"I've seen your ass, kid, and I intend to stick my dick in it later.  But
right now we're expected up at Steve's.  He's getting brunch ready, and
apparently he's making it a pretty fancy meal today."

"Uh-uh," Eddie said, "I don't do good at fancy meals."

To tell the truth Eddie was always a bit intimidated by Steve and Lloyd,
two successful professional men – one a Beverly Hills psychiatrist and
the other an architect who worked mostly for Randy's construction company.
They were both classy, sophisticated and rich, with their big home on the
spine of the Hollywood Hills, a panoramic view of the city on one side and
the Valley on the other.

One thing that eased Eddie's nervousness around them was that they were
both fond of him – and both totally gorgeous.  Steve looked like a twin
of his brother Randy (minus the grime and the gruffness of the construction
boss).  And Lloyd was a handsome gym-jock who groomed his body to
perfection in daily workouts.  Only a week ago when Eddie was shoveling
earth they had stood round him and made him suck their cocks, then blasted
cum over his naked body.

In fact the boy was more comfortable, not to say thrilled, with that kind
of earthy action than with sitting at table with them over a fancy brunch.
However, when he and Hassan walked up the gravel path to the main house all
Eddie's jitters vanished seeing that Mario had already arrived.

Mario, with his European poise and his Italian accent could go toe-to-toe
with the guys when it came to sophistication, dressed as he was now in
floppy beige pants and a white linen shirt that hung open over his chest.
He had recently become attached to Hassan and Eddie, and the boy was sure
that Mario would help him, a young urchin, navigate the ways of a stylish
house.

As Steve had explained on the phone to Bob, he was anxious to take a close
look at the interactions of the new threesome – the Marine, his boy and
the handsome young Italian.  As a therapist Steve had counseled many men in
three-way relationships which more often than not became complicated and
soon foundered.  He didn't want that to happen to these three whom he liked
a whole lot.

Hassan was surprised to see just how elaborately the table had been set,
with an array of knives, forks and spoons set beside the place settings –
enough to intimidate any boy.  Knowing Steve as well as he did Hassan
suspected that this was all part of the doctor's infamous methods, which
could never be found in any psychiatric manual.

Hassan was pleased when Eddie, after hugging Mario, stretched out his hand
to Steve and said in a rather exaggerated formal voice, "Good morning, sir.
Thank you for inviting me."

Steve shot a glance at Hassan, then smiled at Eddie.  "The pleasure's all
mine, Eddie, but you know, you could do me a big favor.  Lloyd is
struggling in the kitchen to put brunch together and I'm sure he would
welcome some help.  Would you mind?"

"Sure, sir, I'd like to help..."  Mario made a move to go with him but
Steve said, "It's OK, Mario, I think one's enough.  Don't wanna crowd the
kitchen."  Mario smiled, with a slight shrug and raised eyebrows to Hassan.
They both had a vague feeling that Steve was running to some kind of master
plan.  His `methods' again.

"OK, I'm off."  Eddie grinned at Hassan, then ran off to the kitchen,
pleased to be of use rather than standing around making small talk, which
usually ended up with him running off at the mouth with an unstoppable
stream of very small talk indeed.

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

When Eddie walked into the large, modern kitchen Lloyd had his back to him,
leaning over the sink.  When he turned round Eddie's eyes opened wide.  The
architect was wearing a sleeveless black cotton T-shirt that clung to his
classic torso, showing off his sculpted pecs and the sold muscles of his
shoulders and arms.  The round globes of his ass were accentuate by tight
black jeans hugging his narrow hips.

With his tousled dark hair and soft gray eyes he looked stunning, and his
face broke into a dazzling smile.  "Hey, kid, you're here at last.  Come
and give old Lloyd a hug.  He held his arms out wide, Eddie walked into
them and felt the crush of Lloyd's hard body engulfing him.  His cock
instantly reared up in his shorts and he felt it pressing against the bulge
in Lloyd's jeans as the architect kissed him lightly on the lips.

When they finally broke apart Eddie looked down at his shorts that were
stretched like a tent on his rigid pole.  He blushed and stammered, "Sorry,
sir, I couldn't help it ..."

"Kiddo, never feel embarrassed when a hot man gives you a hard-on.  Think
of it as a compliment ... I do.  Besides, look here..." he pointed don't at
his own swollen crotch.  "You did that, Eddie.  You don't realize what a
sexy young buck you are, do you?  Hell, if you didn't belong to that tough
Marine Captain out there I'd tie you down across this counter, pull your
pants down and fuck that sweet ass of yours."

"Aaah," Eddie shuddered and forced himself not to cum.  He had a feeling
that cum spraying out over the brunch supplies in the kitchen was somehow
not hygienic.  Lloyd folded his arms across his chest and grinned
affectionately at the boy.  "So, did Steve send you out here?  Not too cool
of him the minute you arrive.  Sorry about that."

"Oh, I'm not, sir," Eddie grinned mischievously.  "What can I do for you?"

"Apart from sucking my dick and then dropping your shorts, you mean?  Well,
you could take over washing the spinach in the sink here."

"I can do that, sir."  (`The other things too,' he mumbled under his
breath.)  Lloyd grabbed a black bib-apron and said, "Don't think Hassan
would approve of you coming back with food all over that sexy blue shirt of
yours."

"No, sir, it's Hassan's favorite."

"There you go then."  Standing in front of him Lloyd hooked the apron round
Eddie's neck, then reached behind him to tie the strings round his waist at
the back, tight enough to accentuate his slim waist and his ass.  Lloyd's
body was pressing against Eddie, the bulges in their pants rubbing against
each other as he cupped Eddie's ass cheeks bulging through the apron slit
at the back.

"Yeah, perfect," Lloyd grinned salaciously, kissing him lightly on the
lips, then standing back to admire the boy.  "Only thing that would make it
better is if you were naked under the apron.  But Steve has decreed that
this should be one of his classy brunches and I don't think a naked waiter
would go down as classy.  Hotter than a pistol, though."

For a brief moment Eddie wondered why Lloyd was coming on to him so much,
but it made him feel real sexy so he decided just to enjoy it.  He knew the
hot architect wouldn't try anything with Hassan sitting outside ... though
Eddie kind of wished he would.

"OK, kiddo, spinach."  Lloyd stood beside Eddie at the sink and explained
the drill. "The spinach in the water here just needs to be drained, then
you wash the other bunches over here."

Lloyd leaned sideways and stretched his arm behind Eddie's neck to reach
the rest of the spinach on the draining board.  Eddie felt the hard bicep
flex behind his neck and inhaled the smell of man sweat from Lloyd's armpit
next to his face.  Their hips were pressed together and the boy's crotch
was squashed against the side of the sink.  And it again took all his
self-control to stop from losing his load.

The work progressed quickly as Lloyd had already completed most of it.
Eddie ended up making the whole of the spinach salad while Lloyd handled
the eggs and poached salmon.  When it was ready Lloyd said, "Just let me
get out of this damp T-shirt.  Can't sit at Steve's `classy' table stinking
of sweat."  Eddie bit his tongue to stop saying that he wouldn't mind at
all.

Lloyd pulled the wet T-shirt off over his head and tossed it in a hamper.
Eddie gasped as he gazed at the flawless body, stripped to the waist in
beltless black jeans, gray undershorts just visible above the waistband.
With his square-jawed features and disheveled dark hair, his torso gleaming
with a sheen of sweat under the kitchen spot-lights, the architect looked
spectacular and Eddie felt pre-cum oozing from his cock.

"You wanna do the honors, boy?" Lloyd asked, holding out a towel.  At such
moments as this Eddie always fantasized – this time about being the
body-slave of this gorgeous man.  In a daze he took the towel and slowly
ran it over Lloyd's face and neck, then his broad shoulders and arms.

Lloyd raised his arms and Eddie wiped the tangled black hair of his
armpits.  Without thinking he leaned forward and licked the wiry wet hair,
then ran his tongue over the slabs of his pecs.  Sweat trickled down the
cleft between them and Eddie buried his face between the pecs and sucked in
the salty taste.

Suddenly realizing he was going too far he pulled back and murmured,
"Sorry, sir," then rubbed the towel over the ridges of Lloyd's washboard
abs.  Lloyd turned round and the boy wiped the rippling muscles of his
back, tracing his V-shaped lats down from the broad shoulders to his tight,
narrow waist.

As Eddie cleaned him up, in an act of obedience and body worship, Lloyd
stared at all the food waiting to be taken to the dining room and he said,
"Shit, we did a damn good job there buddy.  We make a great team."  He
turned round, shook Eddie's hand with a grin, then pulled him into a tight
hug.

Eddie wrapped his arms round him and stroked his back, hypnotized by the
feel of Lloyd's muscular torso flexing against him.  He noticed a bead of
sweat trickling down from Lloyd's Adam's apple into the cleft below and
flicked out his tongue to catch it.  And that brief act put him over the
top.  He buried his face in the crook of Lloyd's neck, his body shuddered
and he tried not to make a sound as his cock poured jism in his shorts.

Lloyd squeezed him tighter, then released him and held him at arm's length.
"Feel better, kiddo?"  Eddie blushed and grinned at the same time.  "Much
better, thank you, sir."

"OK, Eddie, let's knock `em dead with our cooking skills eh?"  Lloyd took a
fresh T-shirt from a drawer and pulled it on. This time it was a pale gray
V-neck and, even though Eddie had just this second cum, he tensed and felt
a tingle in his cock.  That was vintage Eddie – one of the perpetually
horniest boys in the tribe.

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

A burst of applause greeted the food carried in by Lloyd and Eddie, and the
guys helped them arrange it on the elegant table.  They all congratulated
Lloyd who bowed jokingly then grabbed Eddie's wrist and held his arm high.
"Gentlemen, give it up for my assistant chef, without whom this meal would
not have been possible."  They all cheered affectionately and Hassan smiled
at his boy, but was surprised to see him look away, blushing deeply.

As the guys moved around to take their places Hassan took Eddie aside and
said, "Thanks for doing that, kiddo.  I'm proud of you.  Here, let's get
that apron off you."

Eddie hesitated.  "Oh I ... I kinda like it, sir."

"Hey, kid, this is fixing to be a fancy-shmancy brunch so you can't sit
down wearing an apron.  Besides that blue shirt always looks hot on you.
Before Eddie could protest Hassan had untied the apron and pulled it off.
Eddie looked up at Hassan and held his breath in the unlikely hope that his
master would not see the big stain spreading over the front of his shorts.

Hassan had to stifle a laugh as he looked at the forlorn boy staring up at
him like a misbehaving street punk who had just been caught out.  He had
seen the look so often before and it always made him want to hug him.  But,
as usual when Eddie thought he was in trouble, he turned on the spigot and
words flowed out.

"Sir, it's not what it looks like ... well it is ... I mean, sure, I
creamed my shorts, sir, like you can see but ... it's not what you think.
It wasn't Lloyd's fault at all – he didn't do anything ... he didn't
have too ... just being close to him did the trick.  I mean, he looked so
hot in the kitchen ... I don't mean hot from the oven ... although that too
now I think about it, kinda sweaty ... I mean hot as in sexy ... and I mean
major sexy in that black shirt and all ... like sweaty-wet, you know ... "
He saw Hassan shuffle impatiently.

"OK, I know, sir ... cut to the chase, right?  OK, so there we were close
to together ... I mean close like kitchen workers not close like fuck
buddies or anything ... nothing like that ... and in the end he took off
his sweaty shirt to change it and gave me a thank-you hug and that's when I
lost it and ..."

"... and gushed," said Hassan, keeping a straight face."

"Well, I guess so, sir.  I mean, gushed as in busted my load, not gushed
like talking to much ... but that too I s'pose now that I think about it
..."  He had finally run out of steam and stared up at Hassan, waiting for
the verdict.

Hassan said, "You say that Lloyd didn't do anything, but ... would you have
liked him to?  Do you want him to fuck you?"

"No, sir," Eddie said indignantly, "of course not sir ... I would never
..."  He trailed off as Hassan raised his eyebrows in disbelief and folded
his arms across his chest.  With a shrug and a slight grin Eddie said,
"Well ... I guess it would be kinda nice, sir, if he kinda just..."

"Kiddo, you can't get `kinda' fucked by a guy, as I'll demonstrate later
when we're in bed.  But I get the picture ... and maybe it'll be OK
... provided I'm there to watch.  Now come and let's eat the food prepared
by Lloyd and his horny assistant chef with the wet shorts."

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

The others were already seated and Hassan made Eddie stand beside him at
the table, giving everyone a good look at the cum stain on his shorts and
letting Eddie squirm a little.  Steve took pity on him (though Eddie's
orgasm was no less than he expected – all part of his plan) and said,
"OK, Eddie, you're sitting here, next to Hassan facing Mario."  His seating
arrangement was evidently another deliberate piece of his plan.

Eddie was still embarrassed by everyone knowing he had creamed his shorts
before sitting down at this elegant table.  Nice shirt – cum-stained
shorts.  So Hassan saved him.

"Did you guys get a good look at my boy in that apron?  Last time I saw him
in one of those he was naked under it.  I came home from a bitch of a day
at work to find the table set for dinner – candles, flowers, the works –
with the kid standing there butt naked under the goddamn apron. Well, you
can bet that dinner was delayed while I threw him face down on the bed and
fucked his sweet ass through the gap in the apron."

That was greeted by a howl of laughter and Eddie's embarrassment was
replaced by pride at a revelation of his sex life with the Marine Captain.

So now he could relax.  Well, not really, as a new challenge faced him in
the array of knives and forks beside his plate.  He knew that Steve and
Lloyd were used to this kind of dining, and Hassan too, at formal dinners
in the Marine Officers' Mess.  Mario, with his European upbringing and
experience as a waiter, was no stranger to elaborate table settings either.
But poor Eddie was totally out of his depth.

Fortunately he had been seated opposite Mario who now smiled encouragingly
at him.  "Signori," Mario said to Steve and Lloyd, "the table looks
magnifico.  You know, in rural Italy we always had just one knife and fork
for all courses, but when I went to the fine houses of Milan and was faced
with so many knives and forks all lined up, I was relieved to find there's
a system ..." He smiled deliberately at Eddie and spoke slowly... "You
simply start from the outside and work your way inwards."

A wave of relief swept over the boy as he realized that this was meant as
advice for him, and that Mario, in his subtle way, would guide him through
the meal.  So Eddie confidently picked up the outside knife and fork, but
Mario cleared his throat, obtrusively picked up the small serrated knife
above the plate and cut the half-grapefruit before him into segments.
Eddie grinned and copied him.

Steve smiled with satisfaction and glanced at Hassan and Lloyd.  It was
then that Hassan was sure this whole elaborate meal, Eddie's trip to
kitchen, and even the boy's orgasm was all part of Doctor Steve's
unorthodox methods.  It would have been easy to vocally guide Eddie through
table etiquette but that might have embarrassed him.  Steve wanted to see
exactly how Mario played his role in the three-way relationship.  And he
was beginning to get his answer.

Hassan was starting to understand Steve's motivation.  As Steve had told
Bob, he had seen so many three-way relationships end badly that he wanted
to take a close look at the dynamic between this new seemingly mismatched
threesome, the rugged Marine, the young Italian and the fresh-faced kid
from the wrong side of the tracks.

The therapist wanted to see how Hassan interacted with his boy (the seeds
of which he had already planted with Lloyd's help), and how the Marine
really felt about Mario.  Hassan suspected that he himself would play the
principal part in seeing how the trio worked together.  As always with
Steve's therapy, sex would surely play a pivotal role.

Steve was especially interested in how the two younger sides of the
triangle, Mario and Eddie, interacted, a dynamic that was on display right
now as the little scene played out.  Eddie was paying close attention to
Mario who skillfully kept up his part in the general conversation while
making sure that Eddie followed his mimed directions on table etiquette.

With Eddie's innate sense of fun it quickly became a game to him and
Hassan's eyes misted over as he watched the two boys communicate wordlessly
with shining eyes, and Eddie copying every one of Mario's moves.  Steve
felt he had rarely seen such warm affection between two young men, in this
case teacher and pupil.  The experiment was a success and the therapist
mentally closed the case on this part of his plan.

Hassan grinned at Steve and murmured, "Son-of-a-bitch, you set the whole
thing up."

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

Now for Hassan.  Steve wanted to ensure that, with the arrival of Mario,
Hassan's love and protective instincts for his boy had not been diminished.
The meal was winding down and Steve flashed a quick glance at Lloyd.  Lloyd
stretched and sighed.

"Funny thing," he drawled, "food in the middle of the day always seems to
make me horny.  Any of you ever get that midday boner that won't go away?
At work I just go to the restroom, take off my shirt and jerk off looking
at myself in the mirror."  He got languidly to his feet.  "So if you guys
will excuse me for a few minutes, I gotta take a bathroom break."

Eddie, who when he was not watching Mario had his eyes glued to the sexy
architect, now looked frantically at Hassan.  The Marine grinned at him
with a small nod.  "Er, before you go Lloyd, I think my boy has something
to say to you."  Steve was glad to hear Hassan punting the action back to
him.  Eddie stood up and blinked nervously at Lloyd.

"Sir, when a guy's horny, sir, there's always another way to, like, get his
rocks off."  The boldness of his own statement stunned Eddie and he took
refuge, as always, in more words.  "What I mean is, sir, like, out in the
kitchen you looked so hot, sir, working close to me in that black shirt and
all ... especially when you took the shirt off and ..."

"You mean, like this?" Lloyd smiled.  He crossed his arms over his waist,
grabbed the bottom of the gray shirt and pulled it up slowly, over his abs,
his rib cage, over the rock-hard pecs, over his head and arms, and tossed
it over the back of his chair.  He stood in all his shirtless glory smiling
at the speechless Eddie – well, speechless for about a second.

"Yeah," he said in a high-pitched voice, "that's the one, sir."  He cleared
his throat, took a gulp of water, and stumbled on.  "Here, you can still
see this patch of ... you know ... on my shorts ... that was when you gave
me a hug..."

Lloyd wrapped his arms round him.  "Like this, Eddie?"

"Hm, hm," he whimpered... "yes, sir, that's the one, sir ... that's what
made me ... you know..."  Lloyd held him at arms' length and Eddie felt he
was sinking in a swamp of words but he soldiered on.  "But it's OK, sir,
cause Hassan said it would be OK if ...and he's a Marine Captain and
everything ... except he has to watch us to make sure I... I dunno
... don't die or anything ..." He gulped as Hassan and Mario stared at him
wide-eyed, willing him to stop talking as the swamp pulled him deeper.
Steve choked back laughter, but it was Lloyd who saved him.

"Hassan said it was OK if ... if what, Eddie?"

He gulped again and blurted out, "... if you fuck me, sir."  Eddie heaved a
huge sigh and looked around at the others with an unexpected look of
triumph that he had at last got it out.  To avoid the embarrassment of
laughter Steve took over.  "Well, he said, using his cool professional
voice, if that's the case and Hassan says it's OK, it's easily arranged.
He got up and pulled a red, deep pile rug in front of a floor-length
mirror.  "You want to give me a hand here, Mario?"

Eagerly the Italian walked forward and pulled off Eddie's Polo shirt.  "You
sure about this, amico?" he asked softly.  "Yeah," Eddie whispered.  "Dude,
I wanted Lloyd's dick in my ass the minute I saw him in the kitchen."

Mario dropped to his knees, pulled off Eddie's sneakers and unbuckled his
belt.  He pulled down his cargo shorts, then his boxer briefs and eased
them off over his feet.  He leaned back on his haunches and looked up at
the naked Eddie.  "Bellissimo," Mario smiled, "worthy of any man.  Aah ..."
he looked at Eddie's iron hard cock that had sprung out of his shorts.
"That smells of dried cum, amico.  You must be spotless for your handsome
architect."

Mario leaned forward, held the cock in the palm of his hand and licked it,
from the head down to his pubic hair.  Steve and the others gazed down in
awe at the unusual sight of one boy on his knees cleaning another with his
tongue, preparing him as an offering to one of the masters.  When he was
finished Mario pulled Eddie down and laid him gently on his back on the
carpet.  Mario withdrew and resumed his seat next to Hassan.

Stretched on the blood-red carpet the handsome young colt did look like a
naked offering, staring nervously up at the shirtless gym jock towering
over him, his torso flexing, his tousled dark hair falling over the
square-cut features of his smiling face.  "You are a very beautiful young
man," Lloyd said.  "The Marine Captain must be proud to call you his boy.
But as the soldier has loaned you out to me for a while I will be honored
to take your ass."

Standing under one of the soft spotlights in the dining room (Lloyd knew
his lighting) he looked magnificent stripped to the waist as he had been in
the kitchen, in beltless black jeans with his undershorts showing over the
waistband.  He kicked off his boots, pulled off his socks, then unbuttoned
his pants and pushed them down.  Stepping out of them he paced around in
his gray boxer briefs, with successive spotlights playing over his
near-naked, chiseled physique.

Eddie gritted his teeth, willing himself not to cum too soon.  The sight of
Lloyd was enough to do this, but the thought of this man dominating him and
fucking his ass made pre-cum drip from the cock Mario had cleaned so well.
And when Lloyd pushed down his undershorts and stood naked over him Eddie
shut his eyes tight to stifle an orgasm.

When he opened them again the muscle-jock was kneeling before him on the
edge of the carpet.  Locking eyes with Eddie, Lloyd pushed the boy's legs
up and doubled them over his chest so he got a clear shot at his ass, sweet
and tender with downy soft hair round the hole.  "Boy, that ass is
gorgeous," Lloyd said.  "I bet it gets fucked a lot by the captain's big
cock."

"All the time, sir.  Are you gonna fuck it too, sir?  Hassan said you can."

"Damn right I am.  But first I gotta get a taste of that hole."  Still
pushing down on his legs Lloyd leaned down and pushed his face between the
globes of the boy's ass.  His tongue pushed inside the warm cavity and
Eddie moaned with pleasure as he felt it massage the tingling membrane
inside his butt.  Stroking his own cock he looked down at the tangled dark
hair, at the rugged face pull back then bury itself again between his ass
cheeks.

Suddenly he felt Lloyd pull his ass open and breathe his hot breath inside
it, licking, blowing and driving Eddie wild.  He couldn't hold out and lost
the battle to restrain his pulsing cock.  "Ohh," he whimpered, "sorry sir I
can't ... Aaah..."  A ribbon of cum spurted from his cock onto his chest
and up to his face, followed by several more.

"Good boy," Lloyd grinned.  "Now I can fuck you good."  He wiped the palm
of his hand over the cum on Eddie's chest, scooped it up and used it to
lube his cock.  "Now it's good and wet, and so is your butt.  You sure you
want this, boy?"

"Yes please, sir.  More than anything."

Steve felt Hassan tense beside him as Lloyd slowly eased the whole length
of his dick into the young ass and watched the trance-like expression of
pure ecstasy on his boy's face.  Eddie ran his hands over Lloyd's chest
above him, then his neck and face, and moaned, "You are so beautiful, sir.
I love your body – and your cock inside me, sir.  Fuck me, sir, it feels
so good."

Lloyd began a long, slow massaging of the boy's ass, smiling down at him
while Eddie gazed up at the handsome jock like he was the only man in the
world.  Mario gently placed a hand over Hassan's that was white-knuckle
gripping the arm of his chair.  Steve watched Lloyd fuck the mesmerized
boy, then scrutinized Hassan's reaction.  He was clenching his stubbled
jaw, his eyes laser-focused on his boy, body tense as if he were about to
leap from the chair.

But seeing the joyful look on his boy's face Hassan sat back in his chair
and tried to relax.  He knew Eddie had wanted this as soon as he saw Lloyd
and he didn't want to spoil his obvious enjoyment.  Still, it was hard to
take, watching his boy get fucked by the architect who always had a touch
of arrogance about how he had sculpted his body at the gym.

There was even a hint of fear deep in Hassan's gut.  Lloyd was not only
beautiful, he was more sociable, outgoing and fun, which would appeal to a
boy like Eddie.  Hassan was a clench-jawed military man, reclusive when off
duty, serious minded, a far cry from the happy-go-lucky kid so full of
mischief.  That was one reason he had welcomed Mario into their
relationship – a kind of bridge across the social divide between master
and boy, the warmhearted young Italian who even now was resting his hand on
Hassan's.

After busting his first load Eddie had eased into the rhythm of the long
rod driving into his ass, spellbound by the erotic sight of the rugged
muscle-jock rising and falling above him.  "Feel good to you little buddy?"
Lloyd asked in a caressing tone of voice.  "Does it make you wanna cum
again?'

"Yes, sir," Eddie sighed.  "I'll do anything you tell me to, sir."

Hassan inhaled sharply and flexed his whole body, restrained only by
Mario's gentle touch.

"OK, kiddo, do it for me," Lloyd said, seducing the boy with words.  "Your
ass feels so perfect, Eddie.  After a hot workout in the gym, my body
running with sweat, I'd love to strip down to my jockstrap, make you suck
on it, then pull out my dick and shove it in your ass.  I'd shoot a massive
load in your ass, just like you're gonna do for me now.  Right?"

"Yes, sir," said Eddie, totally seduced by the fantasy Lloyd had described
and the feel of his cock probing ever-deeper inside him.  "This is for you,
sir ... aaah..."  Another deep sigh as cum flowed out of his cock, living
up to his reputation as `Hassan's little gusher'.  Except that this time he
was gushing for Lloyd.

Hassan moaned quietly and would have risen from his chair but for Steve
grabbing his other hand.  It was as if he were being physically restrained
and mentally manipulated ... and no man ever did that to this Marine.
Hassan was an expert not only at physical warfare but also psychological
domination from his time as a military interrogator, and he knew what was
happening here.

"Yes," Eddie yelled.  "Fuck me more, sir.  Fuck me harder, please sir."

"You got it, boy," Lloyd said and accelerated the pace and force of his
fuck His rod became a piston pile-driving the ass of the boy who was
howling with pain and exhilaration.  Hassan's eyes flashed, his muscles
flexed and he shook off Steve and Mario.  He leapt from his chair, stood
behind Lloyd and glared at him in the mirror.

The soldier stripped off his T-shirt and stood shirtless in blue-jeans, a
tall, fearsome Marine, his incredible, muscular physique flexing with anger
and determination.

Lloyd stared at the powerful muscle-god, the exotic Asian/Arab face with
its olive-hued features, clenched jaw, slanted eyes and jet black hair
falling over his blazing eyes.  Lloyd's biggest weakness in life was
staring at handsome, muscular men ... and there had never been one like
this.  Lloyd was mesmerized and terrified at the same time

He had reason to be.  Hassan growled, "No man does that to my boy."  He
dropped to his knees behind Lloyd, ripped open his jeans and pulled out his
monster dick.  He spat on it only once, grabbed Lloyd's hips and plunged
his almost-dry cock deep in his ass.  Lloyd threw his head back and
screamed as he felt the massive rod drive deep inside him.  He looked up in
agony at the pornographic mirror-image of the soldier, felt his pole deep
inside him, the pain, the ecstasy and ... Aaagh! ... his own cock exploded
in the ass of the soldier's boy.

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

"Don't stop," Hassan yelled.  "My boy wants you to fuck him so get hard and
fuck him.  That's an order."  Lloyd was in a daze, overwhelmed by the
multiple sexual sensations cascading over him.  But he didn't have time to
gather his wits before the huge cock pulled back and slammed inside him
again and the deep voice boomed, "I said ... get hard and fuck my boy."

Amazingly, in the vortex of pain and euphoria Lloyd felt his cock pulse as
he gazed at Hassan in the mirror, felt his rod in his ass, and the sticky
heat of the boy's cum-filled ass round his cock.  Semi-hard already he
managed to pull back and ease his cock back down the boy's chute.

Hassan's face changed from fierce to affectionate as he looked over Lloyd'
shoulder and smiled down at Eddie.  "How's that feel, boy, his cock still
feel good in you?"

"Yes, sir, thank you, sir," Eddie said, staring up in awe at his master's
triumphant face, a contrast to Lloyd's that had been transformed from
arrogant jock to subservient fuck slave.  The architect lay sandwiched
between the boy and his master, face down over the boy, his dick inside
him, and his own ass impaled on the master's giant dick.

Hassan had taken over completely.  He eased his pole in and out of the
muscle-jock's captive ass as Lloyd stared at Hassan's face and body in the
mirror, hypnotized by the sensation of being dominated by the stunning
Marine.  Obeying the soldier's command he was still fucking the boy,
bending him double so Eddie's knees were beside his head and Lloyd's ass
was fully exposed to the Marine.

"Fuck me, sir.  My ass is yours.  I love you, sir," Eddie moaned.  But he
was not looking at Lloyd.  He was gazing past him at Hassan, speaking to
his master.  Lloyd too could not take his eyes off Hassan's reflection in
the mirror.

As Hassan and his boy stared at each other it was as if Lloyd had been
discarded.  He was merely the fuck conduit between the two, transferring
the sensation in his own ass to the boy's ass.  Eddie felt he was being
fucked by the man he worshipped, fucked indirectly maybe, but as he gazed
into his master's eyes, Hassan was all he saw, all he felt.

In total control, Hassan set the rhythm and pace of the action, giving
pleasure to Lloyd's ass and his eyes, and making the awestruck Eddie fall
in love with him all over again.

Steve sat spellbound watching the scene unfold.  He had sought reassurance
that Hassan still felt as loving and protective toward Eddie, even with the
new distraction of Mario ... and he had his answer.  He marveled at the
muscular power and mental control that the soldier exerted, all of it
focused on the love of his boy.  No one would ever hurt his boy, or love
him with the same intensity as Hassan.  The Marine was a true master of men
... and crazy in love with his boy.

His authority unquestioned, Hassan was bringing things to a head.  "I'm
gonna bust my load in your ass, Lloyd, and when I do you'll cum again
inside my boy."  He grinned down at Eddie.  "As for my little gusher there
... well, you know what to do.  But no hands, OK?"

As wild as the scene had been, the climax was slow and quiet, except for
deep sighs from all three.  Hassan smiled at Eddie and said softly, "Here
it comes, boy ... Aaah" As Lloyd felt the soldier's hot juice flooding his
ass he shot his own load inside the boy, staring not at him but at Hassan
in acknowledgment of his sexual supremacy.

As for Eddie, his cock once more poured jizz on his chest as he held his
arms out wide and said with an impish grin, "Look, sir ... no hands."

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

A half hour later, after a cleansing swim, all four men were sprawled on
the deck in the sun wearing swim trunks.  Lloyd stirred and got to his
feet.  "Drinks, I think.  Wanna give me a hand in the kitchen, Eddie?"  The
boy jumped up – "Sure, sir" – and smiled mischievously at Hassan.

"Careful, guys," Hassan said.  "You know what all that led to last time.
No repeat performances, OK?"

"Aye-aye, sir," Eddie saluted.  Lloyd grinned and said, "Don't worry, big
guy.  I still got the bruises from last time," and he rubbed his ass as
they went into the house together.

Alone with Steve for the first time since the sexual action indoors Hassan
grinned at him.  "So, how did I do, doc?"

Steve gave a self-satisfied smile.  "You passed with flying colors,
captain."

"Son of a bitch," Hassan murmured.  "I knew it – you set this whole
thing up, didn't you?  Eddie in the kitchen with Lloyd, Mario helping him
navigate that fancy meal, then Lloyd fucking my boy.  And Lloyd was in on
it too, I bet."

"Yeah," my lover plays his part well, especially when his role is sexual
and there are gorgeous men around.  He loved every minute of it, even
getting his ass reamed by a vengeful Marine.

"The best part is, it all worked.  My experiment showed that Mario is a
great, and necessary, part of the triangle, a good friend to Eddie and a
middle-man between the strong, silent Marine and his playful boy.  You and
Mario hit it off real well, a good fit.  And you erased all my concerns
about your feelings for Eddie – as loving and protective as ever.  Yup,
my methods worked perfectly as always."

Uneasy at the note of smugness in Steve's voice Hassan said, "Maybe so, on
an individual level.  But you know what they say in the military – unit
cohesion is never really tested until the component parts work together in
combat.  That's where the stresses show.  And you haven't seen our little
unit work together yet, seen how the individuals come together – if
you'll pardon the expression."

Steve laughed, but he was impressed by the Marine's logic and precision
... and a little intimidated by him too.  He suspected that whenever it
came to a test of supremacy, physical or mental, the Marine Captain would
come out on top.

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

The rest of the afternoon passed happily in the sun, with drinks and
snacks, interrupted by frequent dips in the pool.  Eddie's joyful voice
gurgled on like a stream and became wallpaper to dreams when the men dozed
off.

But through it all two of the men had nagging feelings that were
imperceptible to the others.  Hassan still had a slight lingering
resentment at having been manipulated as an experiment to satisfy the
professional curiosity of the therapist.  He prided himself on being his
own man – in total charge of his life – and he needed no help from
anyone when it came to his friendships.  He felt his dominance had, in some
way, been usurped and he needed to restore it.

Steve suspected some of this and feared that his methods may have gone a
little too far.  He had been taken aback by the absolute way Hassan had
finally taken control of Lloyd and Eddie, asserting his dominance through
raw physical strength, the power of his personality and sexual magnetism.
A man like that did not allow himself to be manipulated without pushing
back.  And Steve knew that, if push came to shove, he himself was no match
for the Marine.

These simmering feelings finally came to a boil late in the afternoon.
Hassan had gone into the house to pee and when he came back he was not
wearing his swim-trunks.  The other four men looked up and saw him standing
in the open glass doorway, buck naked, his horse dick swinging between his
legs.  He was a perfect specimen of male power and beauty.  They all sensed
that something big was in the air.

"A word to my team, Eddie and Mario," Hassan said in his deep accented
voice.  "Guys, we owe a vote of thanks to Steve and Lloyd here, not only
for their gracious hospitality, but also for proving that our little
threesome passes muster.  Yes, we three have been kinda under a microscope,
put to the test, which I'm happy to say we passed with flying colors."  He
picked up a glass from a nearby table.  "So, troops, raise your glasses to
Steve and Lloyd."

"Steve and Lloyd," Mario and Eddie intoned, detecting a note of irony –
and something else – in Hassan's words.  And Hassan didn't let it rest
there as he stroked his chin pensively.  "Only thing is – and I had a
little chat with Steve about this – it's one thing to test the
individual parts of a machine but it's no good unless you test the whole
machine in action.  And guys, our machinery has not been tested like that.
Not until now."

The group stirred, suddenly sensing where this was going.  "Only trouble
is, I don't have Steve's expertise in devising a plan to do that, so my
methods may seem a bit crude.  But I think we work together pretty good,
don't you, guys?"

"Aye-aye sir," said Mario and Eddie, standing up and saluting with military
precision and a big smile.

"Good, so let's see here."  Hassan strode forward and looked down at Steve
and Lloyd who were lying on the deck naked, side by side on their backs,
propped up on their elbows.  Hassan picked up a nearby jar of lube that was
always kept on the deck and lubed up his cock that was already hard as a
rock.  "Steve, I think we'll start with you."

Steve made a move to protest but was caught in the gleam of Hassan's
hypnotic eyes, felt the magnetic pull of his sexuality and knew he would do
whatever Hassan said.  "Hands and knees first, I think, doc."  Obediently
Steve pulled himself up onto all fours.  Eddie and Mario gazed down at the
doctor, handsome and muscular just like his brother Randy, his back and
shoulder muscles rippling in the sun.  The self-assured, professional man
who always set the rules was now kneeling doggy style at the mercy of the
soldier.

Hassan gave orders to his guys.  "You, Mario, up forward.  You, kid ... I
think you know where I want you."  Hassan knelt behind Steve, Mario knelt
at his head, and Eddie lay on his back on the deck and slid under Steve's
arched body.

"OK, guys ... teamwork.  Let's do it."  The solider pressed the head of his
lubed cock against the doctor's hole, then drove the whole shaft deep
inside his ass.  Steve raised his head and opened his mouth to scream but
he was stifled by Mario's cock sliding down his throat.  With cocks
stuffing his ass and his throat the doctor's hips bucked, but Eddie was
ready for him.  Lying beneath him he caught Steve's cock in his mouth,
sucked it in and clamped his throat round it as only Eddie could.

It was wild sensory overload for the macho doctor as he choked on one cock,
felt another pile-driving his ass, and felt his own cock gripped in the
vise of a boy's mouth.  It was total domination of the big guy, the boss's
brother, architect's lover, a successful professional now being sexually
abused by team Hassan.

"You impressed, Steve?" Hassan yelled.  "This is how we work, me and my
boys – teamwork in action.  Lloyd gaze in disbelief at his lover, always
the top man, getting spit roasted and cock-sucked – his ass, his face,
his cock invaded at once.

Steve moaned into the gag of Mario's cock as the attack persisted
inexorably.  But it eventually reached a point where Hassan knew they were
all ready to cum, and he didn't want that – not yet.  It was time to
shift gears.

"OK, guys, give him a break."  Steve felt the cock pull out of his mouth
and his cock released by Eddie.  But his ass was still impaled on the
massive rod and spun on it as he was flipped over onto his back.  Gasping
he looked up at the Marine who grabbed Steve's ankles and pushed his legs
up high.

"Now it's you and me, big guy," Hassan taunted him, "with a little assist
from my guys.  OK, Mario, Lloyd's all yours."

Lloyd did not resist as the beautiful young Italian knelt between his legs
and pushed them up as Hassan was doing to Steve.  Mario's cock took care of
itself.  Already hard and wet from Steve's mouth it slid easily into the
furnace of Lloyd's ass that had been fired up by Hassan's earlier
penetration.  Hassan grinned down at Steve.  "We've got the precision of a
drill team, big guy.  Let's show him, Mario."

It was like synchronized fucking as the soldier and his Italian sidekick
fucked the two lovers.  Lloyd reached up and traced his fingers over the
contours of Mario's pecs, gazing up at the beautiful face, long eyelashes,
curly black hair and chiseled features.  "So fucking gorgeous," Lloyd said.
"That body – and that cock.  Shit, man, you could plough my ass all
night."  Mario smiled, "Grazie, amico.  The pleasure is all mine."

Eddie was bouncing around them, asking Hassan, "Where do you want me, sir?"

"You need to ask a question like that, junior?  Look there ... two hard
cocks, two mouths, one horny boy ... you do the math.  You're gonna be
busy, kid."

Eddie jumped right in and worked like a beaver, supplementing the twin
fucks with his own special talents.  He knelt down and slid his mouth over
Steve's cock, giving him the Eddie treatment.  When he knew the doc was
about to cum he pulled off, straddled Steve's chest and shoved his cock
into his mouth.

He pumped hard, mesmerized by the strong, masculine face, the blue eyes,
the chest heaving beneath him, and knowing that his master behind him was
fucking the doctor's ass.  "Permission to cum, Captain?" he shouted to
Hassan who grinned, "Permission granted, boy."  Steve gagged as the cock
rammed in deep and musky juice poured down his throat.

Eddie turned his attention to Lloyd.  "You want help with this amico?" he
asked Mario who ginned and nodded.  In an instant Eddie's mouth was wrapped
round Lloyd's cock, making him gasp, "Oh shit, that's fucking hot. You're
gonna make me ..." But just as Eddie brought him to the brink of orgasm he
did the same as with Steve, straddled Lloyd's chest and fucked his mouth.

He looked over his shoulder and flashed his urchin grin at Hassan who said,
"Yeah, yeah, kid, permission granted."  Knowing Eddie had just shot a load
down Steve's throat Lloyd was amazed to feel the boy slam more jizz down
his own.  The architect and the doctor were both choking, swallowing the
juice of the Marine's boy while the soldier and the Italian rhythmically
fucked their asses.

"Like I said, Steve," Hassan said jubilantly, "it's known as teamwork.  You
think my team wins?"

"Fuck you man," Steve grinned, "you know you've won.  You're the best
... we give up."

"That's what my team likes to hear, buddy.  And we hear it a lot.  OK,
guys, let's finish them off."  The final tableau was amazing – two
muscular bodies bucking and writhing as cum poured into their asses and
they pumped their own cocks into an explosion of jism over their chests,
while semen splashed on their faces from the exultant boy grinning down at
them.

Hassan pulled out of Steve's ass and stood up butt naked, cum dripping from
his swinging cock.  Mario and Eddie stood on either side of him and Hassan
threw his arms over their shoulders.  "Take a good look, Steve old buddy,
`cos what you see before you is a team, and we're gonna stay that way.  We
knew it all along, even without your `plan'.  Any doubts left, doc?"

Steve gazed up at their shining eyes, grinned and shook his head.  "Not a
doubt in my mind, Captain."

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

With Steve's experiment out of the way and Hassan firmly established as the
ultimate man's man, the rest of the weekend was a huge success.  The only
questions left were who would sleep with whom, but they worked out all
those permutations between them and the days passed in total sunbaked
harmony.

The same could be said of the other two groups, once they had settled the
friendly rivalries natural between any hot-blooded males.  Bob was
especially happy as he lay under a tree at home looking up through the
leaves at the cerulean sky and let his mind wander.

He knew exactly what had gone on in the other groups.  Guys always confided
in Bob and he had received calls from the other men with long and detailed
descriptions of their adventures.  Still, he thought, a lot of loose ends.
And that made him ponder on the possible outcomes.

There was Brandon's kindness to Zack and Zack's promise to hang out with
the boy, just the two of them, and get to know him.

Bob recalled his own clumsy reference to the twins, leather collars and
ropes, which had embarrassed them in front of the others but made their
eyes gleam just the same.

And then, of course, there was Randy, boasting about the sexual games he
had orchestrated in the woods with Mark, Pete and their boys, especially
the painful sexual torments they had subjected Zack to as the designated
black muscle slave.  Bob was intrigued and had made Randy promise to
demonstrate the acts to him when he got home.  He laughed to himself.  Or
maybe I'll demonstrate them to Randy – now there's a thought.

Yeah, lots of loose ends, he mused, letting the images drift into
fantasies, then blur into dreams as he closed his eyes and fell asleep
under the tree.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 260

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