Date: Wed, 15 Jul 2015 12:29:21 -0400
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 268  by Rob Wiliams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 268
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: Randy's disgrace leaves a trail of wrecked egos behind it
in the guys closest to him– Pablo, Ben and Bob. The tribe knew that
nothing boosts a man's low self-esteem like a good honest-to-god fuck!
Darius says to Pablo, "This black ass is yours, boy – take it."  Jason
to Ben: "I wanna see that fireman get ploughed by a rough young gypsy."
And Bob, the reborn alpha male, triumphs over the naked cop Mark.

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Chapter 268 – "MENDING BRUISED EGOS"

Everyone agreed that the whole thing was, in Lloyd's words, "a sorry mess"
... and he had started it.  With the best of intentions Lloyd had
introduced his gym buddy, the stunning swimwear model and actor, Grady, to
his lover Steve, the therapist, hoping to fulfil Steve's forbidden fantasy
of having sex with a patient.

Bob had warned him he was playing with fire – and the fire soon erupted.
Steve had sex with him alright – all night and into the next day.  A
disillusioned Lloyd spent the night down at the tribe's compound where
Steve's brother Randy soon got wind of what was happening.  He impulsively
(and irrationally) blamed the "boy toy", as he sneeringly referred to the
handsome jock, for "messing with Steve's mind" and coming between Steve and
Lloyd.

His anger flared – "any son of a bitch who messes with one of my
brothers answers to me."  He caught Grady alone by Steve's pool and
brutalized him – tied him to the deck, dry-fucked him and left him with
a huge butt plug jammed in his ass.  When Steve found out he shed his image
as the philosophical doctor and, as he would acknowledge, got down in the
gutter with his gypsy brother in a brutal sibling fight.

Young Eddie – he of the always gushing mouth – later described to his
master Hassan what had happened. "It was totally awesome, sir, this epic
fight between Randy and Steve – not what you'd call brotherly love, sir,
no way – and Steve totally trashed Randy, made him submit and
everything, and then all the men stood round him and pumped jizz all over
him.

"Randy was pretty banged up but you know him, sir, tough as nails.  Anyway
Brandon was the only one who dared to help Randy and led him over to Zack's
house where him and Darius are helping him, and Randy asked Pablo and Ben
to come see him.  And the twins took Steve to their place and he asked for
Lloyd.  If you ask me, sir, I think ..."

Say what you like about Eddie's machine-gun delivery but he more or less
covered everything in a remarkably short space of time.  But Hassan was
used to turning off the Eddie spigot which he did now.  They were at
Steve's house where Hassan was taking care of Grady.

Hassan preferred not to tell Grady about the fight right now.  Instead, he
lightened the atmosphere and helped Grady restore his masculinity by
playfully "renting out" his boy Eddie to the athletic young muscle-jock,
much to Eddie's exhilaration.  Grady ended up butt fucking Eddie while
getting his handsome face fucked by the hot, muscular Marine.

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

Meanwhile, down at Zack's house Randy, still recovering in bed, had another
visitor – Pete.  The Ranger checked on how he was doing, then said,
"Look I know you're tired and this is not the best time for bothering you.
But this is not about what just went down out there – I don't know all
the issues and I try to stay clear of that stuff.  No, this is something I
wanna ask before I go away tomorrow.  It's about Brandon.

That name made Randy sit up straight and say "Great kid ... great kid."

"Yeah, I know how affectionate you feel about him Randy, that's why I'm
here.  You know I'm going up to Yosemite for a week with the Forest Rangers
there – park management and such – so I've got a favor to ask.  Could
you keep an eye on my boy while I'm gone?  Like you said, Brandon's a great
kid, but he's always out to prove how independent he can be and that
sometimes worries me.

"For instance, he's crazy about that motor-trike of his and he's talking
about taking it out for a long run on his own.  Like the trip he took with
Zack ... only without Zack or anyone else.  He's dying to prove he can do
stuff like that on his own.  Look, I know what just happened here, but
there's no one in the world I'd rather trust my boy's safety to than you,
Randy."

"Hey buddy, say no more.  I'm honored you put your trust in me
... especially right now," he said with a rueful shrug.  "You know how
special I think that kid is ... shit, if you hadn't taken him I'd have
grabbed him for myself.  So rest easy, Ranger, I'll keep a close eye on
him.  Trust me, he'll come to no harm."

As Pete was leaving the house he met Brandon wheeling himself in.  "I
brought food from the twins for Randy, sir.  He needs to eat a good meal,
build up his strength, then have a long nap.  He's pretty banged up as you
could see, but I'll keep a close eye on him.  I'll make sure he comes to no
harm.  If that's OK with you sir."

Pete smiled and ruffled his hair.  "It's perfect, kiddo.  Absolutely
perfect."

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

Prior to Pete's visit Randy had sent for his boy Pablo and his kid brother
Ben.  Brandon and Darius had helped him undress, take a short shower to
wash off the worst of the dirt, and then helped him into Zack's guestroom
bed.  He was propped up against pillows, eyes closed, waiting for Brandon
to bring him food and beer from the twins, when Pablo and Ben came in
nervously and stood silently by the bed.

Randy opened his eyes and managed a weary grin for his adopted son and kid
brother.  "Not much of a dad or a big brother am I, eh?"  Both boys started
to protest but Randy waved them silent.  "Nah, I know how I look, and I'm
sorry you had to see that out there, though it's right that you did.  Part
of growing up.  I feel especially bad for you, Ben, having to watch both
your brothers fight each other like wild animals.  How is Steve, by the
way?"

"The twins took him up to their rooms, sir, and he seems to be doing OK.
He's not as beat up as..."  He trailed off, knowing he had said too much.

But Randy grinned, "Yeah, like ... he's fine but you should see the other
guy, eh?"  Ben blushed and Randy said, "Look, guys, I don't wanna go into
it all now except to say that I fucked up and Steve was right to do what he
did to me.  I'd have done the same in his place.  Imagine if Steve had
attacked either of you or Bob, you know how I would have retaliated.
Except Steve would never do stuff like that to you ... he's the brainy one,
I'm the asshole."

Again they moved to protest but Randy said, "I asked you to come here
because we're family and I want you to know one thing.  We're a proud
family and, whatever happens, we always hold our heads high.  You know my
rule, a man fucks up, he gets punished and that's the end of it.  Except
maybe in this case," he sighed.

"But you two have no reason to feel guilt or shame.  So when you go back
out there, you go proudly, heads up like the confident young guys I'm
raising.  Don't be arrogant with the other boys ... huh, there's enough
arrogance in me for all of us ... and I think you'll find they'll support
you.  What do you boys call it when there's trouble ... circling the
wagons?

"Look at young Brandon ... he's an example for all of us.  Doesn't give a
shit about the issues.  He sees one of the tribe wounded and right away
pitches in to help.  I'm relying on you to uphold the family honor that I
did my damndest to grind in the dirt.  Can you do that for me?"

They stood at attention and replied strongly.  "Yes, sir."  "Absolutely,
sir."  Then Pablo frowned and asked hesitantly, "But, sir, what about ... I
mean ... what about Bob, sir?  He's part of the family too, isn't he?"

"You bet your life he is," Randy said forcefully, but then his bravado
failed.  "I dunno, guys, I don't know how he's taking all this.  Kinda
scares me.  He hates it when I fuck up and this one was an all-time doozy –
a 100 percent major fuckup.  But you leave that to us.  You go out there
and show them all what being part of a tight family means.

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

Randy bumped fists with them, smiled encouragingly then close his eyes,
exhausted.  The boys walked across the street, stood outside the gate and
hugged.  "Let's go, tiger," Pablo grinned. "Head up, chest out."

When they went into the garden they were surprised that the group had not
broken up.  Men and boys alike were still hanging around being plied with
food and alcohol by the twins.  There seemed to be an understanding that,
as the tribe had been rocked by the fight between two of its leaders, they
should stick around for mutual support.  The bonds of loyalty and
friendship ran deep in the group, the glue that held it together, and they
had all been profoundly unnerved by the animosity between the two powerful
brothers.

That bond of support was felt especially among the boys.  When one of them
was in trouble they all banded together and, as Randy had said, circled the
wagons.  They all guessed what Pablo and Ben must be going through.  After
all, Pablo modeled himself on his hero Randy, and Ben was a younger,
black-haired gypsy version of his big brother.

So the boys all eagerly embraced them when they came into the garden.  Just
as Brandon had done, they set aside the complex issues of Randy's guilt and
Steve's savage retribution and focused instead on helping their fellow boys
who were hurting through no fault of their own.

There were many hugs and expressions of sympathy until Darius, who had been
hanging back on the edge of the crowd, stepped forward and grabbed his
boyfriend's wrist.  "Come on, dude," he said gently but firmly, "you're
coming with me."  He led Pablo upstairs to their apartment.

Right after that Jason, the handsome fireman, intervened in the boys' group
hug.  He put his arm round his boy's neck and said, "Hey, Ben.  You wanna
take me up to your room?"

"Yes please, sir."  Ben needed to get away and feel his master's strong
arms round him, so they went into the house.

The tribe had a time-honored remedy for restoring confidence in any member
who had been wounded, physically or emotionally, and had his manly pride
damaged.  It may have seemed crude, but they found that nothing repairs a
man's damaged ego like a good honest-to-god fuck!

It was exactly what Hassan had just done for the humiliated Grady up at
Steve's house, and at the same time given his boy a wild ride when he
"rented" Eddie's ass out to Grady, who rode him like a stallion.  Now, both
Darius and Jason had something similar in mind for Pablo and Ben – minus
the rent-a-boy thing.

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

In Darius's case Pablo didn't make it easy.  As soon as they got up to
their room Pablo turned on him.  "OK so let's hear it.  I know what you and
everyone else is thinking.  You're gonna trash talk my dad.  OK, go ahead,
I can take it.  We're a tough family and Randy told me and Ben we got hold
our heads up high."  Fists too it seemed as Pablo raised his in a
reflexively defensive stance.

"Hey, knock it off, dude."  Darius grabbed his raised wrists and held them
in a vise.  He was stronger than Pablo, like a junior Zack, and Pablo could
only stare at Darius defiantly.

Darius glared back.  "What the fuck is it with you guys, always assuming
that it's you against the world?  I know where Randy gets it from `cos he's
a street fighter from way back.  But you just try to be as tough as your
dad and raise your fists to anyone who blinks at you the wrong way, like
you're doing with me."

Darius softened his tone and released Pablo's hands.  "Hey, this is me,
dude, your best buddy Darius.  I'm on your side.  Shit you've changed a
whole lot from that day I first saw that hot young mechanic bending over
the engine of a truck and fell in love with your ass."  He
grinned. "... then fell in love with you."

"Yeah, well maybe I have changed," Pablo said recklessly, a whiff of
hysteria in his voice.  "Cos Randy and me we don't need anyone – we take
care of each other."  He shoved Darius backward.  "And I sure as hell don't
need any of that `in love with your ass' bullshit."

Pablo went to shove him again but Darius pulled him toward him, wrapped him
in his muscular arms and clamped their mouths together in a fierce kiss.
Pablo's first impulse was to push away but then his body relaxed, he
allowed himself to be held and returned his lover's kiss, hesitantly at
first, then ravenously.

When their mouths finally separated they rested their chins on each other's
shoulder, cheek to cheek.  Pablo's cheek was damp and Darius felt his body
shudder against him.  Pablo was sobbing.  Darius held him at arm's length
and his own eyes watered seeing his lover's distress.  Pablo sat on the
edge of the bed, slumped in misery, weeping uncontrollably.  Darius sat
beside him and stroked his hand.

"That's it, kiddo, let it out.  Tell your uncle Darius all about it."

"It was so hard," Pablo said through his tears, "watching Randy get beat
like that in front of everyone.  He's always been my hero and there he was
crawling in the dirt and..."  He choked up, clumsily wiping his eyes with
his screwed up fists like a weeping child.

Darius threw him a lifebelt.  "Yeah, but you know what, dude?  Randy's the
toughest fighter in the group and I think he could have won that fight, but
he deliberately let Steve win so Steve could have his revenge."

Pablo looked at Darius with a glimmer of hope.  "You think so?  He threw
the fight?  Yeah, that's probably it.  So that's a good thing, right?"  He
managed a watery smile.  "I wanted to help him, you know, right from the
start, but I knew he wouldn't have wanted that – like, his boy being
right up close after he'd been beaten so bad.  Thank god for Brandon.  I
wish I was just like him."

Darius chuckled, "I bet that's the first time anyone's said that about a
kid in a wheelchair.  But I know what you mean, dude.  When someone he
loves is in trouble that kid doesn't give a shit about anything else, he
just charges in to help.  That's his own special kind of gutsy.  And I can
tell you he's there with Randy at Zack's place right now making sure he's
doing OK."

Pablo sighed, dried his eyes and said, "I'm sorry I said all that crappy
stuff to you just now, dude.  You know I didn't mean it.  I just needed to
lash out at someone.  But there are two things you could do for me?  Number
one, don't tell the guys that I bawled my eyes out like a kid.  I'm
supposed to be holding my head up, remember?"

"No sweat, dude.  What happens in this room stays in this room.  What's
number two?"

Pablo gazed into the gentle brown eyes.  "Make love to me, Darius.  Fuck my
ass."

Darius leapt to his feet and grinned mischievously.  "No way, dude.  But
you're on the right track – kind of."  Pablo sat still on the bed gazing
up at his muscular black lover wearing an old brown T-shirt, baggy cargo
shorts and sneakers.  Darius flashed his gleaming white-toothed smile,
reached behind his own neck and slowly pulled the frayed T-shirt over his
head, riding up over his washboard abs, his muscled chest and shoulders.

"Wow," Pablo breathed.  Darius had lately been working out hard with Zack
and he had got a bit bigger, but his ebony, fat-free body was still just as
ripped, just as beautiful.  Darius playfully flexed his muscles in a couple
of poses, kicked off his sneakers, slowly unbuttoned his shorts and let
them drop round his ankles.

Pablo gasped, as he always did when he saw his lover stripped down to his
gray boxer briefs, the shape of his massive 10-inch cock clearly outlined
underneath the thin fabric, veins, head and all.  He held his breath as
Darius slid his hands inside his briefs and pushed down, pausing
seductively before the huge schlong finally sprang out, stiff as a pole.
"Just so you know, dude, my dick is always this hard when I'm around you.
That's why I wear baggy shorts.  And I suppose right now you wanna feel my
rod slide in that perfect bubble butt of yours, eh?"

"Yeah, dude.  I wanna get fucked."

"Ain't gonna happen, man."  Darius turned round, leaned forward and grinned
back over his shoulder.  He slapped his own flawless black ass and said,
"This is what's gonna get ploughed.  I wanna feel my man's big dick in my
ass.  I wanna get fucked by my hot stud lover."  He jumped onto the bed and
knelt on all fours, doggy style, facing the full length mirror on the wall.

Adjusting to the sudden change of events, Pablo got to his feet, kicked off
his sneakers and stood on the bed behind Darius, both staring at each other
in the mirror.  Pablo did the same provocative strip as Darius, pulling off
his loose tank top and dropping his shorts and briefs, his cock already
rock hard at the sight of the young black buck waiting to get fucked.

"Man, that is so fucking hot," Darius said, gazing up at the beautiful boy
with his dark hair, high-cheeked mestizo features and a body that wouldn't
quit, evidence of punishing workouts with his construction worker dad.
Darius raised one hand off the bed, spat in his palm, reached behind him
and slid his wet fingers in his ass.

On hands and knees he grinned up at Pablo in the mirror.  "That's all the
lube I need, dude.  So go for it.  Show me how it feels to get butt-fucked
by the boss's boy."

Pablo dropped to his knees, leaned forward and buried his face between the
black cheeks, licking the moist, musky hole.  Then he straightened up and
slapped Darius's ass a few times.

"Yeah, that's it, man," Darius moaned.  "Smack that ass.  I'm plenty tough.
Zack and me can take whatever the other guy dishes out.  Let's see what
you're made of, stud."

"You are really asking for it, you know that, asshole?"  Darius grinned to
himself, hearing the tough-guy tone coming back into Pablo's voice.  "OK,
you want it rough?  Here it comes."  Darius howled as he felt his lover's
long pole slam in his ass, then rake around in the fiery depths with short,
sharp jabs.  Pablo pulled back then drove in again hard, and in seconds his
cock became a piston, pounding deeper and deeper.

Darius was feeling lust rather than pain and he taunted Pablo.  "That all
you got, boy?  Shit, I get a better fuck from a dildo.  I thought you guys
in that family knew how to really fuck a dude."

"Son of a bitch," Pablo growled like Randy.  He leaned forward, hooked his
hands over Darius's shoulders and pulled his body back onto his dick as it
jackhammered his ass.  "Any asshole who ever badmouths me or my dad or his
little brother gets his ass reamed – like this!"

Darius looked up in awe at the hot young guy in the mirror, his muscles
rippling, black hair flying as his ram-rod pounded his ass.  Pablo was in
full Randy mode, doing everything to his lover that Randy did to him.
Impaled on the boy's piston Darius began to feel real pain, though his
reaction was exaggerated.  "Aaah," he howled, "that's enough, man.  I can't
take anymore.  Please, you're hurting me.  Stop, I'm begging you."

"Bullshit," Pablo said.  "I know just how tough you are, dude – just how
much you can take and it's a lot more than this."  Suddenly he pulled out,
flipped Darius onto his back, pushed his legs up high and drove his rod
down his chute again.  Now they were face to face as Pablo leaned forward
over him.

"You love me, dude?" Darius asked.

"You know I do, asshole."

"OK, show me ... show me how Randy makes love to you ... do what he does to
you."

Pablo pushed Darius's legs back toward the mirror, almost doubling him
over.  "You think it's all brute force, don't you?  But nobody knows Randy
like I do, except Bob.  I'll show you."  He pushed Darius's legs even
further back until his feet were touching the mirror behind his head.
Bracing his hands on Darius's chest Pablo rose up on his feet, arching his
body over him.  He pulled his cock back, then fell on his ass, making
Darius scream as the long pole slammed into the back of his ass.

"Aaah," Darius howled ... "Sure feels like brute force to me."

But suddenly everything changed.  Copying Randy's technique Pablo pulled
back slowly, then eased his cock gently back into the already tender ass.
Darius sighed with pleasure and Pablo said, "There's a part of Randy not
many guys know.  He has a real tender side and when the macho gypsy turns
from rough fuck to making love it sends me over the moon ... especially
when he starts fucking with his eyes.  That's when I fall in love with him
all over again."

Darius found himself riveted by the soft brown eyes smiling down at him,
while the gentle cock massaged the tender membrane of his ass.  He felt a
warmth spreading though his whole body as he gazed up at the handsome young
man leaning forward, bending him double, making his long black cock point
straight at his face.

Impulsively Darius raised his head ... and his lips grazed the tip of his
cock.

"Do it, man," Pablo smiled.  "I know you can."  Darius flicked out his
tongue and licked the pre-cum from his own cock.  Pablo took his hands off
Darius's chest, freeing his upper body to stretch higher.  He gasped as he
watched the head of Darius's cock disappear into his own mouth, his eyes
gleaming with mischief.  Darius grabbed his legs stretched above him and
pulled himself higher off the bed so his mouth was moving up and back along
the thick shaft.

Darius was sucking his own 10-inch black dick.

The incredible sight sent tremors through Pablo's body as he gently fucked
the ass of the muscle-boy whose cock was buried in his own mouth.  Pablo
looked in the mirror and watched the handsome black buck get double fucked
– in the butt by his lover, in the mouth by himself.

The two boys had never been joined so closely and the result was inevitable
and imminent.  "Dude," Pablo breathed, "that is so fucking awesome.  Your
ass feels so hot, your cock looks so beautiful stuffing your mouth.  I
gotta cum, man.  I'm gonna bust my load in you."

Darius took his mouth off his cock and yelled, "Ready when you are, dude
... aaah ... aaah."  He opened his mouth wide and cum spurted from his cock
straight down his throat.  He gulped hard, then closed his mouth round his
cock again and sucked it hard, swallowing mouthfuls of his own semen.

Pablo was mesmerized by the sight of the tough young stud drinking his own
jizz.  His chiseled, ebony features gleamed, his long shaft pulsed in his
mouth, his throat muscles clenching repeatedly as he swallowed.  Darius
stared up wide-eyed at Pablo who yelled, "I love you, dude," and his cock
exploded in his lover's ass.  Darius was drowning in semen, pumping into
his ass and into his mouth.

Finally he pulled his mouth off his cock and grinned up triumphantly at
Pablo, cum spilling down his chin.  "Way to go, dude.  Mario has a word for
that – `spettacolare!'  In any language you are one hot fucking dude,
making me eat my own dick like that.  Shit damn I love you, kiddo."

Pablo grinned, "Yeah it takes a really long dick and a really big mouth to
do that ... and you, dude, have both."  He pulled his cock out and fell
forward into Darius's arms.  He nuzzled his neck and said, "You're amazing,
Darius, pulling me out of my blue funk and making me feel like the boss's
boy again.  Thanks, dude, you're the best."

"Yeah, nothing like a man-sized fuck to do that."

"Do you think Randy and Ben are OK?  I worry about that young kid."

"Don't," said Darius.  "Your old man is in the tender loving care of one of
his favorite boys, Brandon.  And as for Ben, I saw him and the stud fireman
Jason following us into the house and up to his room.  If anyone can
restore a boy's faith in himself it's that calendar hunk."

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

So, Hassan had helped Grady boost his damaged self-esteem by fucking ass as
a macho top-man, and Darius had helped the bummed-out Pablo shuck off his
own low spirits with an epic butt fuck.  Now it was Ben's turn.

As they went into Ben's small room Jason realized that it was a delicate
task as the young gypsy boy tried to put a brave front on his big brother's
public defeat.  They sat side by side on the bed and Jason asked, "So how
are you feeling, kiddo?"

"Fine," Ben said evasively.  "Randy told Pablo and me we have to walk tall
– show the world we're a tough family."

"And how's that going for you?"

"Great..."  Jason smiled but did not respond, knowing that the ensuing
silence would produce the real answer.  And sure enough Ben's bravado
crumpled.  "Well, not that great actually, sir.  I mean, seeing my big
brother get trashed like that ... he's always, like, protected me, been my
idol and now ..."

"... and now he's being cared for by your best buddy Brandon.  But what we
gotta do here, young man, is cheer you up.  How about a good fuck?"

"OK, sir," Ben said obediently, but obedience was not what Jason was going
for.  As the boy started to pull off his T-shirt Jason said, "No wait.  I
thought this might do the trick.  Always has in the past."

Jason stood up and faced his boy.  Looking up at his master from the bed
Ben's cock tingled, as it always did, at the sight of the stunning blond
dressed in jeans and his navy blue fireman's T-shirt with LAFD emblazoned
across the chest.  A body as perfect as Jason's could not be disguised by
clothes, and the shape of his muscular physique was clearly outlined,
topped by the chiseled, square-jaw features of his smiling face.

Ben's young gypsy face broke into a grin and Jason said, "That's better,
kid.  Now let's try this..."  Jason began to do what he did best – show
off his gorgeous body.  He was well-known for his vanity but it was always
good natured, always a turn on, and sometimes even served a purpose, as it
did now.  Jason knew it was a sure-fire hit with Ben and smiled seductively
as he tugged the bottom of his T-shirt out from the waist of his jeans and
let it hang loose.

He turned round to the floor-to-ceiling mirror behind him, pushed his shirt
sleeves up higher and flexed his biceps.  "Oh yeah," he said to his
reflection.  He turned back to face Ben who was sitting on the bed with
eager eyes.  "So, what does my handsome young gypsy want next?"

"Please, sir.  I would like you to take your shirt off, sir – if that's
OK."

"It's more than OK, boy, it's an essential part of the act as you well
know.  OK, here we go."

Following a well-practiced routine Jason reached behind his neck and slowly
pulled off his T-shirt.  Like a professional male stripper he tossed the
sweaty shirt to his audience and Ben caught it, held it to his face, and
breathed in deeply, his wide eyes sparkling.  At this moment all thoughts
of the earlier traumatic events were erased as he focused avidly on what
turned him on the most, the handsome young fireman stripping off his
clothes prior to fucking him.

This was one of Ben's favorite sights – Jason shirtless in blue-jeans
and work boots, his muscles rippling in the striped sunlight streaming
through the window blinds.  "You like that, Ben?" Jason smiled.

"The best, sir.  Totally awesome.  Please, sir, face the mirror."  Jason
turned to the mirror so both he and Ben could see his stunning reflection.
He struck a few professional poses, then bent down to unlace his boots.
Ben stared at the broad, muscular back, the narrow waist, then became
riveted by the mounds of the fireman's ass straining at the stretched denim
of his pants.

By now Ben's cock was hard as a rock in his shorts and he longed to pull it
out and jack off but he knew he had to wait for his master's permission.
Jason straightened up, faced Ben again and kicked off his loosened boots.
He grinned and slid his hand under the waistband of his jeans.  He grabbed
his cock and pulled it up so it strained upward under his pants, hard as a
steel rod.  He withdrew his hand and held out his arms loosely at his
sides, palms forward and said, "What next, kiddo?"

"Sir, your cock looks so big in your pants.  Let me see it, sir, before you
fuck me, `cos I know you're gonna."

"You sure about that, boy?"  He undid the top button of his jeans, paused,
then opened two more ... and stopped.  As the fly of his jeans flopped open
Ben could glimpse Jason's blue boxer briefs underneath, with part of the
long bulge visibly straining under the thin cotton.  He was drooling with
desire and moaned, "Sir, my dick is so hard, I think I gotta cum, sir."

"No!"  Jason's blue eyes flashed.  "Don't even think of it boy.  I'm saving
that for something special."  He ripped open the rest of the fly buttons,
the jeans fell round his feet and he stepped out of them.  Ben held his
breath, gazing at the long shaft etched under the briefs, waiting to see it
spring out when Jason took them off.  But again he was frustrated.

Jason abruptly turned round, gazed at the mirror and sighed, "Fucking
gorgeous."  He walked toward his mirror image, raised his arms and pressed
his body against the glass, grinding his crotch against the identical one
in the mirror, all the muscles in his body flexing as he moved.

Intoxicated by the sight Ben was mostly riveted by the ass.  When the jeans
had fallen they had dragged the shorts down a few inches, exposing the top
of the crack in the fireman's ass.  As his body churned against the mirror
his ass muscles tensed and flexed under the tight briefs.  Then Jason took
a step back, his hands still pressed against the glass, and arched his body
so has ass bulged back further ... invitingly.

It was an invitation Ben couldn't resist.  He slid off the bed onto his
knees and crawled forward until his mouth was pressed against the fabric
stretched over the twin globes of the fireman's ass.  "Go for it boy," Ben
heard the deep voice say.  "Work that ass.  Make love to it."  Ben didn't
need prompting as he licked the mounds of the briefs, pushed his tongue in
the crack and breathed in deeply.

Then he moved up to the waistband and clamped his teeth over it.  In a
series of short tugs, he pulled the briefs down over the cheeks, down
further until they cleared the ass, then down over the rock hard thighs and
calves until Ben's face was down at Jason's feet, paying homage to his
master the firefighter.  Carefully he lifted Jason's feet one by one out of
the shorts, which he instinctively shoved in his shorts' pocket for later
use.

Ben raised back up, still on his knees, and gazed at Jason's back stretched
above him, slanting down to the perfect white globes contrasting sharply
against the golden tan of Jason's bare body.  Again he heard the voice.
"See that perfect ass?  Eat it boy."  Impulsively Ben kissed the mounds,
bit them gently, then buried his face between the cheeks, inhaling the male
essence of the rugged fireman while lubricating the hole with his wet
tongue.

Finally he pulled back, got to his feet and took a few steps back to get a
good look at the tanned muscle-god standing butt naked, leaning forward,
arms stretched up, hands braced against the glass.  Jason looked at Ben in
the mirror.  "I wanna see my beautiful gypsy boy naked."

Without hesitation Ben stripped naked and stood where they could both see
the reflection of the dark skinned young gypsy with his cock standing out
from his black pubic hair, stiff as a rod.  "See that perfect ass, kid?
You ate it, lubed it up ... so fuck it."

"Excuse me, sir?"  Ben had fully expected to get butt fucked by his master
as usual, but now ... "I said fuck it, boy.  "Fuck your master in the ass."

In a trance Ben walked forward, pressed his chest against Jason's back,
reached round and stroked his pecs, then squeezed his nipples.  The heat of
their bodies sent fire racing through Ben and he nervously pressed the head
of his stiff cock between the cheeks of Jason's ass.

"Aaah," Jason moaned, his tone softer now.  "Come on, boy.  Fuck my ass.  I
want it real bad.  I wanna watch that naked fireman get his ass ploughed by
a hot, rough young gypsy."

Ben pushed his cock over the sphincter of Jason's hole and felt it slide
all the way in until the head of his cock was embedded in the fiery depths
of his ass.  He pulled back and drove it in again with more force.  Jason's
eyes locked with Ben's in the mirror.  "Come on boy, give it to me.  Let's
see what you got.  You say you and your family are tough.  Didn't that big
brother of yours teach you how to fuck ass?"

Jason was being deliberately provocative and Ben rose to the challenge.
"Randy says we're a proud family and Pablo and me, we gotta uphold the
family honor.  So yeah, he did teach me how to fuck, and fuck hard ..."

Suddenly the dejected, bewildered young boy who had first entered the room
now sprang to life and a fierce light came to his eyes, not unlike Randy's
steely look.  For Ben, upholding the family honor meant proving his
toughness and he uttered a wild gypsy whoop as he clamped his hands on
Jason's hips and slammed his cock in his ass.

Ben loved Jason and always lusted for his perfect body, but now it was more
than that.  He wanted to prove to the rugged fireman that he could be a
dominant young buck, worthy to call him master.  As he hammered Jason's ass
Ben looked at him in the mirror and grinned.  "You didn't think I was a
wimp, did you, sir, just because my brother took a beating?  We can take
anything – and dish it out too, like this.

Jason was surprised at the boy's intensity as he pounded ass, though he was
hugely turned on by the fierce young punk with the high gypsy cheekbones,
piercing blue eyes under heavy black eyebrows, and unruly long black hair
swinging across his face as he fucked.  It was a stark contrast in the
mirror to the finely etched, all-American features of the handsome blond
firemen getting butt-fucked by his own boy.

Ben's youthful energy had no limits and he felt a surge of adrenaline, not
to mention animal lust, as he continued to ramrod the fireman's hot ass.
Jason took it all, elated at seeing his boy in this heightened state of
passion.  He grinned at Ben in the mirror, "Wow, kid, you sure know how to
fuck.  Is this how Randy makes love?"

Ben slowed down, recalling Randy's words about being confident but not
arrogant.  He also recalled how Randy made love.  To Jason's disappointment
Ben pulled his cock out and said softly, "Sir, would you please lie on your
back on the floor?  I want you to look at me instead of the mirror."
Intrigued, Jason complied and gazed up at his boy standing astride him,
chest heaving, eyes gleaming.

Ben knelt between Jason's splayed legs and said, "In answer to your
question, sir, no, that was how Randy fucks, not how he makes love.
There's a part of him not many people know, except Bob of course.  He says
there's nothing so sexy as when a warrior comes home all hot and horny but
then slows down, relaxes and becomes a lover – a bit like this.

Jason bent his knees and slid his heels back toward him on the ground,
exposing his ass.  Ben smiled, "Thank you sir," and slowly pushed his cock
back inside him.  He dropped forward and braced his hands on the ground so
his body and face were only a foot above Jason.  He smiled and said to
Jason what Pablo, right around that time, was telling Darius.  "Randy makes
love with his eyes as well as his cock.  And his eyes can make you fall in
love with him."

Jason understood as he looked up at a junior version of Randy – same
dark, chiseled features, same long black hair and, above all, the same
hypnotic blue eyes.  Ben had learned well from his big brother.  He too was
fucking with his eyes and his cock.  It was amazing how the ferocious young
stud had been transformed into a gentle lover, with his hypnotic eyes and
tender cock massaging his master's ass.

And suddenly Jason understood why the two boys worshipped Randy and,
especially why Bob – good, kind, gentle Bob – was wildly in love with
the man, despite his many flaws, his flaring rage and erratic behavior.
And now Randy's kid brother was Jason's boy ... and he was fucking him,
making love to him."

Ben broke into Jason's thoughts.  "Sir, you are so hot, so incredibly
beautiful, I have to cum inside you.  And I would like to see you cum all
over yourself.  He leaned down and closed his mouth over Jason's.  They
kissed tenderly, searchingly, tongues licking each other, sealing their
mouths over each other so they were sharing the same breath, sighing the
same sigh as semen flowed out of them – Ben's into Jason's ass, the
fireman's over his own perfect body.

Ben fell on him and Jason wrapped his arms round him.  They were so in tune
that Jason could feel the excitement drain from his boy, to be replaced by
the anxiety that still growled just below the surface.

"Don't worry, kiddo," Jason whispered in his ear.  "You just proved to me
how tough and resilient you can be, and you get that from Randy.  A man
like him who can raise a great kid like you has to be good deep down
inside.  Sure he's in trouble right now but he'll bounce back.  After all,
he has Bob to love him, just as you have me. OK, kid?"

"Yes, sir.  Thank you sir."  The tired young gypsy slid beside him, lay his
head on the fireman's chest, and closed his eyes in the merciful oblivion
of sleep.

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

"He has Bob to love him," Jason had said.  If only Randy could be sure of
that as his lay in Zack's guest bedroom, his body bruised and aching, his
mind racked with guilt.  Brandon was still there, watching from his
wheelchair in the shadows.  Pablo and Ben had been to see him.  So had
Pete, entrusting Brandon to him in his absence.  But still no sign of the
man he most wanted to see – and feared to see.

There was a knock at the door and Randy jumped, assuming it was Bob.  But
Brandon said, "Sir, Pete's come to say goodbye to me, so if it's OK I'll
sit with him in the garden for a while."

"Sure, kiddo.  And make sure you tell the Ranger you love him."  Brandon
wheeled himself outside just as Bob came into the garden.  "Hey Brandon,
Pete.  Have a good trip big guy and don't worry about your boy.  He's in
good hands."  Bob went inside the house.

Brandon sat with Pete under a tree.  Pete explained that he had to leave
now as the Rangers had added an orientation to his schedule early the next
morning.  "So I'm driving up to Yosemite with a couple of buddies and I'll
be back in a week.  One day soon I'll take you up there – it's a magical
place."

"That would be terrific, sir, only I don't think I'll be doing too much
rock climbing," he chuckled.

"Don't worry, kiddo, we'll find plenty of other stuff to do.  But listen
now, `cos this is important.  I don't want to clip your wings or interfere
with your independence, but promise me that while I'm gone you'll let Randy
keep an eye on you.  And if you go out on a trip, use your cell phone to
check with him often to let him know you're OK.  I trust that man like no
other to keep you safe."

Brandon made all the right promises and they sat close for some time
talking about everything and nothing.  Finally Pete got on his knees and
hugged Brandon tight, then kissed him hard ... and he was gone.  Brandon
stayed in the garden alone waiting for Bob to come out.  He sure didn't
want to interfere in that conversation – though he wished he were a fly
on the wall.

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

When Randy had heard Pete's knock on the door he was disappointed that it
wasn't Bob.  But right after that Bob himself came in and sat by the bed.
They sat and stared at each other, Bob not sure what to say and Randy not
sure what Bob was going to say.  Finally it was Randy who broke the silence
with a sheepish, "I fucked up, didn't I?"

"Yes."

Fucked up real bad this time."

"Yes."

"And you're plenty mad, I bet, like everyone else."

"Yes."

"Shit, buddy, don't you ever say anything but yes?"

"Yes I do, Randy, but just this.  We've been in exactly this situation so
many times before that it's like a broken record.  Hell, I've even said
that before.  It all gets so repetitive. You lose your temper, beat up some
poor guy, you get punished, apologize, make promises, then get on with your
life ... until it happens again.  Shit, if this were the plot of a novel
readers would complain.

"Randy, I love you, you know that, and I always will, but this time your
really went too far and tomorrow Zack and Mark and me are having a meeting
to see where we go from here.  I can't say any more right now in case I
lose my temper and say too much."

He touched Randy's hand.  "But I do love you Randy, that's the hell of it,
`in sickness and in health', and right now things are not so healthy, are
they?  Your reputation is in the toilet and we've got stuff to sort out
`cos I'm mad as hell with you.  But don't worry, Randy.  I know what your
next question is and no, I'm not gonna leave you.  I'll never do that.  You
know as well as I do we belong together no matter what."

"Thanks for saying that, Bob.  You know it's the only thing in life that
scares me to death.  By the way, how are my boys, Pablo and Ben, doing?
I've let them down so damn bad and they must be feeling like shit."

"Not as much as you might think," Bob shrugged.  "Darius is being great
with Pablo and they're gonna spend the night together.  Jason has been
amazingly supportive of Ben and they too will spend the night together."

"And you?"

Bob sighed.  "I'll be spending the night with Mark.  Right now I need to be
with a guy who's solid and predictable ... and who loves me."

"Yeah, yeah, I see that.  You're right ... Mark ... yeah I trust him with
you."

Bob closed his eyes and sighed again.  There was Randy's controlling
arrogance again.  "Goodnight, Randy."

He turned and left, then sat in the garden with Brandon for a moment.
"Pete's gone, then, uh?  Do you, er, have plans for the evening, Brandon?"

"No, sir.  When Randy goes back upstairs with you I guess I'll go home and
make friends with a good book."

"Yeah, well the point is, kiddo, that Randy's not coming back with me
tonight.  He'll stay here, which brings me to a big favor I want to ask.
As you'll be alone anyway, do you think you could stay with Randy and take
care of him?  He was beat up pretty bad you know and, well, I worry."

"Oh of course, sir.  I would never have left him alone.  Don't worry, sir,
I'll make sure he's OK."

"Thanks, Brandon, you're a good boy.  Pete's a lucky guy to have you."

They parted and Brandon wheeled himself back into the guest room.  "Well,
sir," he said cheerfully to Randy, "looks like it's just you and me.  I'm
to stay here all night – Bob's instructions."  Randy was moved by Bob's
concern but spoke sharply to the boy.

"The hell you are.  I don't want you sitting over there staring at me all
night.  If you stay here you're gonna get a good night's sleep ... in this
bed.  "Get your clothes off, boy."  Brandon grinned and eased off his
T-shirt and shorts.  Naked he wheeled himself over to the bed and Randy
said, "You need any help, kid?"

"Duh!"  Brandon gave him the frozen stare that he bestowed on anyone who
questioned his independence.  Randy grinned, "Sorry, kiddo.  Just
checking."  Brandon hauled himself expertly out of his chair and onto the
bed.  He felt strong protective arms wrap round him and he snuggled against
the warm, muscular body.  Then, "Ow!  Shit, damn."  Randy had pressed down
on one of his bruises.

"Careful, sir."  Brandon chuckled.  "Hard to tell who's taking care of who,
ain't it, sir?"

"You watch that mouth, kid," Randy growled and pulled him closer.

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

Bob walked wearily across the street and through the gate of his house.  He
couldn't face the master suite upstairs that he shared with Randy and
knocked instead on the door of Mark's ground-floor apartment.  It opened at
once and a smiling Mark said, "Hey, you don't have to knock, buddy.  You're
always welcome here, you know that."

"I know, Mark," Bob grinned.  "It's just that these days when I go through
a door I never know what I'm gonna find on the other side.  Where's Jamie?"

"Upstairs with his pal Mario.  Those two usually get together when there's
trouble in the house to talk and, well, comfort each other if you get my
drift.  Plus I think Jamie was being discreet leaving me alone.  They'll
probably spend the night together."

Despite his troubles Bob couldn't help admiring the handsome off-duty cop
looking terrific, barefoot in cargo shorts and a faded Hawaiian shirt
flapping open over his sculpted pecs.  "Man, you're a sight for very sore
eyes.  I ..."

Mark silenced him by pulling him into a tight hug and kissing him. They
both felt their cocks stiffen and only broke apart when they heard a knock
on the door and a cheery voice announcing, "Room Service."  Mark opened the
door to the twins, Kyle and Kevin, and Nate, all bearing trays heaped with
food and an assortment of drinks.  "Wow, what's this?" Mark said.

"Sir," Kyle said, "no one was in the mood for a group dinner so we're doing
room service this evening with Nate's help."

"So I see," Bob smiled.  "You guys are terrific.  I often think you hold
the whole house together come hell or high water.  You're like the Post
Office."  He intoned, "...nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night can stay
these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds."

Everyone laughed and Mark looked affectionately at Bob, thinking that's
more like it – he was on the mend.  The boys efficiently set out the
meals and Bob said, "OK, guys, on your rounds you get to know all the
goings on in this house better than anyone, so tell me what's happening."

"Well sir," Kevin said as the twins took turns with the recitation of their
deliveries.  "Pablo and Darius are together, so are Jason and Ben in Ben's
room, and Jamie and Mario are upstairs as you know.  Steve and Lloyd were
still talking in our apartment when we took food to them..."  "... but we
didn't listen to what they were saying," said Kevin pointedly.  "We took
dinner to Randy and Brandon in Zack's house, except," Kyle giggled, "it was
more like breakfast in bed if you know what I mean, sir."

"Good, good," Bob murmured as Kevin continued. "Zack is in his house too
and Eddie is still up at Steve's house with Hassan and, presumably, Grady.
We're gonna have dinner with Nate and Adam next door and ... and that's
about it.  Looks as if the dust is settling.  Do you think we should do
room service for breakfast tomorrow, sir?"

"No, guys, that's too much of a burden for you and, besides, I want the
usual routine to resume as soon as possible.  Life goes on, and so does
work.  But I love you for doing this now, boys."

They left, and suddenly Mark and Bob were alone, facing each other across
the meal table enjoying the warmth (not to say heat) of each other's
company.  They talked about the situation at first but it was far too soon
to come up with any solutions and Bob found it hard to speak about Randy so
they soon dropped the subject.  They talked instead of their boys, the
trips they planned, but all the time the physical desire that always
hovered over them was intensifying.

They were sipping brandy when it became clear to Mark that Bob was rambling
a bit, anything to avoid the topic he found so painful.  He reached across
the table and folded his hands round Bob's.  "Buddy, let's stop tiptoeing
around and cut to the chase here.  I can't take my eyes off the gorgeous
hunk facing me and I'm dripping pre-cum in my shorts.  I want to take you
to bed and make love to you, Bob.  That may sound totally inappropriate in
the circumstances, but..."

"Fuck the circumstances," Bob grinned.  "If we don't go to bed right now
I'm gonna cream my shorts – and they were clean on today."

Mark got to his feet and smiled down at him.  "I know just what you need,
man.  In all this mess your self-confidence has taken a beating and you
feel adrift.  You need something to reboot your ego, man – to
supercharge that macho stud in you who turns me on so damn much.  And
there's one obvious way to do that."

Mark shrugged off his floppy shirt and let it fall to the ground.  Then he
ripped open his shorts and let them fall too.  He wearing nothing
underneath and his cock sprang to full attention.  Butt naked he walked
round to the bed and fell onto his back.  Bob got up from the table and
stared down at him.  The rugged, naked cop, his blond hair disheveled,
linked his hands behind his head on the pillow, elbows out, biceps flexed,
lats flared.  One leg was pulled toward him on the bed, knee bent, and the
other was lying flat.

"Shit, man," Bob sighed, "couldn't you be just a bit less gorgeous so I
don't get a boner every time I set eyes on you?  If you were posing for a
porn shoot it couldn't look any more homoerotic than that.  They'd put you
on the cover, make a fortune.  And here I get to do what every other guy
would be dying to do.  Shit, man, I gotta fuck ass."

"You think you're up for that?" Mark taunted.

"Try me, asshole," Bob grinned.  He pulled off his white V-neck T-shirt,
kicked off his loafers and dropped his jeans and shorts.  Legs astride he
stood at the foot of the bed slowly stroking the long, hard rod that had
busted from his jeans.  Mark gazed up at the dark-haired alpha stud, his
macho, square-jawed face, magnificent physique, muscles rippling as he
stroked his cock.

Mark shifted one hand from behind his head and stroked his own cock,
moaning, "Oh shit, man, that is fucking awesome.  Hell, you're the one
who's pornographic.  If you were in a video I'd watch it in a continuous
loop and jack off all day long fantasizing about that gorgeous muscle-god
fucking my ass."

"No need to fantasize, buddy.  I'm right here ... and so is my dick."  Bob
knelt on the bed, grabbed the leg that was bent at the knee and pushed it
straight up in the air.  Mark rolled slightly to his side, exposing his ass
with a fuzz of blond hair round the hole.  Bob reached over to a jar of
lube that Jamie always kept there to grease up his hole every day before
Mark came home from work.  Bob dipped his fingers in then pushed them into
Mark's ass.

"Man, your ass is so warm."

"It's on fire, buddy ... waiting for your cock.  Please, man.  I want it so
bad."

Holding Mark's leg up with his right hand Bob ran his other hand over the
cop's ripped abs and rock hard chest.  He eased forward, pressed the head
of his cock into the downy fuzz of hair round his hole and slid the whole
length inside, deeper and deeper until the head passed over the inner
sphincter and came to rest in the cauldron of the inner chamber.

"Aaah, aaah, aaah," Mark gasped and pumped his cock harder.

But Bob grabbed his wrist and pulled Mark's hand away.  "No, no, you'll cum
too fast.  I want this to go on and on.  Please don't shoot `til I say so."
Mark grudgingly put his hand back behind his head and linked his fingers
again to avoid the temptation of touching his cock.  He gazed into Bob's
soft brown eyes and said softly, "You're right, Bob.  I want you to fuck me
forever.  Make love to my ass, man.  Make love to my eyes."

And so it went on and on, two spectacular alpha males, one blond, one dark,
making love, gazing at each other, brown eyes on blue eyes, silent at
first, then talking, laughing, loving.  And all the time the top man was
sliding his cock into the naked cop's fiery ass.  Many times they came
close to orgasm and paused, smiling at each other with a hint of mischief.
They were so perfectly attuned that they knew when to resume.

They lost track of time and place, just the two of them, alone in the
world, making love.  But at long last they knew it was time ... the pauses
had ceased to help.  Desire consumed them and Bob said simply, "OK, buddy,
let's do it."  They saw themselves reflected in each other's smiling eyes
... they were one ... and they came as one, with Bob's warm juice flowing
copiously in Mark's ass, and Mark's cock erupting with jism that splashed
up onto Bob's heaving chest.

Just as their love making seemed everlasting so did their orgasms, so that
when at last Bob fell on top of Mark semen was everywhere.  Mark held Bob
tight, then suddenly felt tears flowing down Bob's cheek.  He pushed Bob's
face back, brushed the tears away and smiled at him.  "Hey, hey, buddy.
What's all that for?"

"Sorry man ... it's just that that felt so good, so why can't it always be
like that with Randy?  He's a great lover and I'm wild about him, but when
he fucks up like this, I feel so... I dunno, there he is across the street
feeling guilty as hell and here I am, and there's a great gulf between us.
He should be here with us.  You love him too, don't you, Mark?  You said
so."

"You know I do, Bob.  Randy can be a terrific guy and a great lover as you
said.  We got a lot of work to do the three of us, but we'll get through it
because we're three guys who love each other.  And like the twins said,
seems like the dust is settling, and then we can start to rebuild.  We'll
take it one day at a time.  In the meantime you've got me, all night
... and soon, big guy, it's gonna be my turn as top man.

As they cuddled Mark chuckled.  "Yeah, it'll be interesting to see what the
next few days bring."

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

Interesting indeed.  The group was collectively juggling a lot of balls in
the air, trying to drop as few as possible.  Steve and Lloyd were still
talking.  Grady was still with Hassan wondering what the hell was going on
and where, if anywhere, he fit into all this or whether he should just go
home and get on with his life.

At the center of it all was Randy, who was right now lying bruised and
confused, being cared for by young Brandon.  His reputation in the tribe
was in shreds and was perilously close to being unredeemable.  But as it
turned out Brandon, unwittingly, would help to take care of that too,
though, to use Randy's phrase, it wouldn't be pretty.

With Pete away for a week Brandon saw that as an opportunity to spread his
wings and flaunt his independence.  But he would later admit that he bit
off more than he could chew when he took off alone for a run down the coast
on his beloved motor-trike.

It would fall to Eddie to sound the alarm, his usual mischief suppressed by
rising panic as he appeals to Randy.  "Sir, sir, come quick.  It's Brandon.
He took off and now we can't get through on his phone.  He hasn't checked
in with us either like he said he would.  He must be in some kind of
trouble."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 269


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