Date: Wed, 13 Jan 2016 01:00:13 -0500
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 293  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 293
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: The twins offer new boy Danny a job – and their bodies.
"Danny was mesmerized by the sight of two brothers making love to him,
endlessly reflected in the parallel mirrors, surrounding him with an
infinity of identically beautiful boys."  Thomas, the egotistic young
gymnast, is humiliated by leather-master Zack who uses him as "a captive
specimen in teaching his boy Darius how to train a new recruit."


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Chapter 293 – "BREAKING IN THE NEW RECRUITS"


Thomas and Danny, young newcomers to the tribe, had faced totally different
initiation rituals.

First, the arrogant full-of-himself Thomas had tried to lord it over the
senior boys Pablo and Darius at the work site.  Commonly known as Golden
Boy, the self-styled `top man', handsome with the physique of a gymnast,
had the attitude of "a first-class prick" as Pablo put it to Randy.

Darius was even more graphic.  "You know, dude, you're a good-looking guy.
Pity your attitude sucks.  One more insult like that and I'm gonna shove my
big black dick so far up your ass it'll come out of your mouth."  Then
Randy showed up and the swaggering `top-man' ended up sobbing in the dirt,
fucked in the ass by the savage gypsy and in the face by the boys.

Randy had plans for the Golden Boy.  The tribe's leader was eager to
further his boy Pablo's progress from boyhood to manhood and figured he was
ready to have his own boy – with Thomas as the prime candidate.  Randy
suspected that the domineering image he presented to the world was masking
the real Thomas, a man who craved to be dominated himself.  So he was not
surprised when Thomas readily agreed to stay with the tribe for a week.

Pablo was all for it.  "I'd like to take a shot at it, sir.  I think me and
Darius can shape the guy up.  He may be an asshole right now, but I gotta
say, when I saw him buck naked, getting butt-fucked by you and face-fucked
by Darius, he looked real hot.  I mean, that face, that athletic body
... he's a real trim package.

As Pablo would be sleeping that night with Randy and Bob, Darius suggested
that Thomas spend the night with him and Zack in Zack's house.  "Great
idea," said Randy.  "I'm sure that leather stud won't have a problem with a
young blond gymnast to work on.

Later, at dinner, Thomas gasped as Zack made his appearance.  He was the
kind of man he thought existed only in homoerotic porn – a tall black
alpha male, heavily muscled with a shaved head, square-jaw, chiseled
features and a steely look in his gray eyes.  He was wearing black jeans
and boots, shirtless except for a black leather vest flapping open over his
sculpted chest.

The thought of spending the night with this leather icon and his boy sent
shivers of fear and excitement running through Thomas, especially when Zack
said, "So you're the new guy.  Seems you're gonna be spending the night
with me and my boy."  He looked him up and down.  "Yeah, you should do
fine.  We'll soon find out."

`We'll soon find out?' Thomas wondered.  What did that mean?

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

Danny was a whole different story.  As soon as he arrived in L.A. the shy,
reclusive boy had formed a firm friendship with Brandon, whom he resembled
somewhat.  Danny liked him so much that he soon forgot Brandon was in a
wheelchair, such was his fierce independence.

And Brandon had subjected him to a quite different, and much more
enjoyable, initiation with his friends Eddie and Ben. Using the talents
that Eddie had taught them they treated him to triple blow-jobs that, much
to Danny's surprise and delight, resulted in triple orgasms.

Just as Randy had a plan for Thomas, his lover Bob had a plan for Danny,
which centered on his boys, the tribe's young chefs, Kyle and Kevin.  When
Brandon introduced Danny to the stunning identical twins the three of them
quickly established a connection – their mutual love of gourmet cuisine.

They told Danny that they cooked all the meals for the large group of men,
a task that had become so complex that Bob insisted they hire an assistant
chef.  "The problem is finding the right guy," Kevin said.  "See, we insist
on providing gourmet food and the guys have come to expect it."  Kyle
added, "Er, Bob mentioned that you've done some cooking, Danny."

Danny's eyes gleamed.  "Yeah, I love it.  I was the assistant pastry chef
in a big hotel in Seattle, and I was real good too."  When Kevin suggested
that Danny help them as they continued to prepare dinner, he beamed, "Could
I?  That would be great.  Do you, er ... do you know what you're doing for
dessert?"

"No, haven't got that far yet."  The twins exchanged smiles. "Why, you got
something special in mind?"

"Well, how about chocolate soufflé?"

It was agreed, and the result was that the group that gathered for dinner
that evening was treated to a dessert that Bob described as "orgasmic."
And Randy said, "Oh shit.  Man this is so fucking good it's gonna make me
cum in my shorts.  You made this, boy?  Shit damn, you gotta stick around,
kid, even if I have to chain you to the damn kitchen."  Laughter swept the
table and a wave of relief swept over Danny as Brandon grinned at him with
two thumbs up.

But Danny had encountered a big problem – his sexual attraction to the
twins, who were obviously lovers too.  As they worked together he wondered,
`Do they make love to each other – do they actually fuck?'  He had to go
jerk off in the bathroom and when he came back he said, "Look, I'm sorry
guys, but I don't think this is gonna work.  I can't work with you `cos,
well, you're both so damn gorgeous I'd get distracted and keep creaming my
shorts.  It just wouldn't work."

"Danny," Kevin interrupted.  "Where are you gonna sleep tonight?"

Startled by this out-of-the blue question he stammered, "I, er ... I don't
know.  I kinda thought it might be with Brandon but Pete wants Brandon in
his bed, so ..."

"So sleep with us," Kyle said.  "Our apartment is right above the kitchen
and we have a king-size bed."  Kevin added, "Besides, Bob always says it's
important for employers to get to know a prospective employee really well.
Think of it as part of your job orientation."

The temptation was overwhelming and, after only a moment's hesitation,
Danny agreed.

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

And so, it seemed, a new chapter had begun for the tribe, featuring boys'
boys and magical desserts.  As the meal ended and couples paired off, the
two newcomers felt both nervous and exhilarated, a mixture they would find
familiar over the coming weeks. Zack threw his arm round Darius and looked
over his shoulder at Thomas.  "Come with us, boy.  Let's see what you got."

And Danny was soon nervously climbing the stairs from the kitchen to the
twins' apartment.  He tapped on the door and a cheerful voice called, "Come
in."  When he entered he stood rooted to the spot.  The handsome brothers,
flawlessly naked, were lying on their backs on the bed, shoulder to
shoulder, one hand lying gently on the other's cock.  Twin faces smiled up
at him.

"Welcome," Kevin said ..."to the tribe, the kitchen ... and our bed."  Kyle
laughed, "Come on, Danny, don't be bashful."

Danny shyly stripped naked before them.  He hesitated ... then took off his
glasses, grinned and shrugged, "Oh what the hell.  When in Rome ..."  And
he launched himself onto the bed between them.

Immediately they were all over him, groping, tickling, kissing, laughing.
"We knew we wanted you as soon as you came into our kitchen," Kevin said
and Kyle added hastily, "Don't worry, it's not a condition of employment"
... "just a perk of the job," Kevin laughed.

As Danny felt the smooth touch of their flesh, their lips, their hands
... and their hard cocks pressing against him ... their boisterous
enthusiasm overwhelmed him.  To the point where he lost his hard-on!

In his solitary life so far Danny had not had much opportunity for sexual
activity – apart from jerking off to porn videos – and certainly
nothing like this, his body being tackled by two playful and utterly
gorgeous identical twins.  To call it sensual overload was an
understatement and, challenged to react, his loins could not rise to the
occasion, figuratively or physically.  It was like a circuit breaker
cutting out when the electricity surged.

Danny was mortified.  If he ever had a problem getting it up for a porn
scene he simply turned off the video and went to sleep, no harm done.  But
this was a prospect most boys could only dream about – and a wet dream
at that – and Danny was flunking out.  He blushed deeply and stammered a
lame excuse.  "I'm ... I'm sorry, guys.  It's not you ... I mean you're
incredible and I love being here, but ..."

"Hey, hey," Kyle said cheerfully, "no sweat, dude.  I think the usual
response in this situation is `it can happen to anyone' ..."  Kevin cut in,
"... not that it's ever happened to us `cos we always have each other."

Kyle chided, "Not helpful bro.  Danny, I know my brother can come on a bit
strong sexually ..."

"Me!?" Kevin interrupted in mock indignation.  "It takes two to tango, ya
know."

"That's just the point, Danny," Kyle said reassuringly.  "Two at once can
be intimidating if you've never done it before ... we've had other guys
with the same reaction."  Kevin added, "But we have a foolproof remedy.
Why don't you just watch for a while?  Always works – stiff as a poker
in no time, guaranteed.  Take your time, and join us whenever you feel up
to it."  He grinned, "Pun intended, dude."

With that Kevin turned to his brother and took him in his arms.  Buoyed by
the twins' playful exuberance Danny stood up and leaned against the wall
stroking his misbehaving cock – which soon reacted, not so much to his
hand as to the sight that met his eyes on the bed.  The beautiful twins
were kissing ... ravenously.  All the teasing foreplay they had indulged in
in the kitchen now evolved into full-on love and lust.

As the brothers rolled over on the bed, identically handsome muscle-boys
sex wrestling, Danny thought his eyes were playing tricks.  It was like
watching one boy making passionate, roiling love to himself.

Their bedroom had been built by Randy, whose trademark feature was wall
mirrors for just such a moment as this.  Danny gazed at the mirrors on
facing walls that reflected and re-reflected an infinity of muscular young
studs grappling naked on the bed.  It was as if he had stepped into a
fantasy world of churning flesh, an impossible porn video shot in a hall of
mirrors where hundreds of beautiful men, all identical, were grappling,
wrestling, kissing in a massive, homoerotic orgy of tangled limbs and
handsome faces.

Dazzled to the point of confusion Danny re-focused on the live source of
this mirror fantasy – the two brothers he had watched working diligently
in the kitchen, now stripped naked and gazing into each other's eyes in a
shared passion that had sustained them all their young lives.  It was
obvious that this was an activity that was repeated often, manifested even
publicly when they seemed unable to stop touching each other.

And then the action took a turn that made Danny yank his hand off his cock
to prevent an explosion of cum.  Kyle was, if anything, the more forceful
of the two and he was kneeling over his brother between his legs, pinning
his wrists to the bed and smiling into his eyes.  "Tell me what you want,
dude," Kyle teased.  "Tell me what you always want from me."

Kevin stared up at the eager face – a reflection of his own – and
said softly, "Fuck me, bro.  Push your dick in my ass the way you always
do.  You love me, don't you, Kyle?"

"Like I love myself, bro.  That's what it is – like loving myself,
making love to myself ... fucking myself.  It's like magic, Kevin, you know
that."  He straightened up on his knees, reached over to the night stand
and dipped his fingers in an always-open jar of lube.  Kevin raised his
legs and Kyle pressed his fingers between his ass cheeks and into his hole.

"I know you like that bro – as much as I do.  `Cos I always like what
you like, and feel what you feel.  This is mine, right?  This gorgeous ass
belongs to me – it's like mine – it is mine, eh boy?"

"Yes, sir," said Kevin, falling into their master/boy ritual where they
switched roles seamlessly in a fantasy where master and boy were identical.
"Please fuck me, sir."

Still in a teasing mood Kyle reached down and twisted his brother's nipples
in his fingers, making Kevin inhale sharply.  "Oh yeah, that feels so good.
Please, sir, I need to feel your cock in my ass.  Please ..."

Kyle released his nipples, pressed one hand on Kevin's chest and raised one
of his legs with the other so Danny had a clear view of Kyle's cock as it
slid slowly, easily into his brother's ass.  There were twin sighs of
ecstasy as the boys were united once again as closely as two brothers could
possibly be.  They had spent their lives together, battling hardships and
attempts to divide them, and always they had reaffirmed their devotion to
each other in this ultimate act of love.

Danny was spinning in an erotic daze of disbelief, watching the two
beautiful young men bring a new depth of meaning to the term `brotherly
love'.  Kyle moved up and down gently over his twin, one hand on his leg,
the other tracing the contours of his flawless chest, brushing his nipples
with the back of his fingers as their eyes met in an enchanted world they
ruled together.

Then suddenly their positions reversed.  In one fluid movement Kyle was on
his back and Kevin's cock was in his ass.  And so it went, with the
brothers laughing, kissing and fucking each other in turn in an endless
rotation of master on boy, boy on master, each image identical to the to
the one before.

Danny linked his hands tight behind his head, not daring to touch his cock,
not daring to look, in the delusion that he would be blinded by the
dazzling sight.  Instead he paced the room ... only to be confounded with
glimpses in the infinity mirrors of two beautiful naked boys making love,
in a reflection that was repeated over and over and over again.  It was
without doubt the most erotic sight he had ever seen and he closed his
eyes, on the point of running from the room, when he heard Kyle's voice.

"Danny, are you ready now?"  He opened his eyes to be met by Kyle's
reassuring smile, his cock once again in Kevin's ass.  Kyle nodded at
Danny's raging cock and chuckled, "Sure looks as if you are.

"As you see, Danny, I love giving my brother pleasure, and right now I know
it would give him great pleasure if you took my place for a while.  We
would love you to join us, but I do have one request – that you try not
to cum too soon.  There will be so many opportunities – you probably
want to cum right now – but it's so much hotter to hold back until the
end, don't you think?"

"I'll do my best," Danny said.  "You really want me to take your place –
I mean, to fuck Kevin?"

"Kyle wants it and I want it, dude," laughed Kevin.  "I saw that bulge when
you walked into our kitchen and knew I wanted it in my ass.  See, I like
cocks that are not too big but real pretty, and one the guy knows what do
with it."

Still intimidated, Danny said, "I'm not sure I'm that good, though.  I
haven't had much experience fucking and..."

Suddenly Kyle pulled away from Kevin, leapt to his feet and grasped Danny's
chin.  He stared at him with steely eyes and said, "Danny, you don't get it
do you?  We want you to work for us – pastry chef – full time.  And
right now we want you in our bed – but only if you really want to.  Like
I said before, sex is not obligatory, not a condition of employment.  The
job's yours anyway, if you want it.  Kevin's ass also, if you want that
too."

"Dude, that's the best offer I've had in years.  Yes, I want the job.  Yes
I want to be a pastry chef.  And yes I want to fuck your brother's ass.
And I'll do my damndest not to bust my load until you tell me to."

"That's more like it, dude," Kyle laughed.  "Welcome aboard.  Now get on
the damn bed."

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

Danny took Kyle's place kneeling between Kevin's legs that were already
raised in readiness.  Danny was daunted – but this time he didn't lose
his hard-on that had been pulsing for so long during the multi-boy orgy.
As he pressed it against the moist hole he stammered, "Like I said, Kevin,
I haven't had much practice at this so ..."

"Dude," Kevin laughed, "you have a real self-esteem issue going on there
don't you?  We'll soon take care of that.  Just shut up and push."  Danny
leaned forward and braced his hands on the bed beside Kevin, who reached up
and gently squeezed his nipples.  "Oh man," Danny moaned, "that feels so
good.  I wanna fuck your ass so bad."  He eased his hips forward and gasped
as the head of his cock pushed inside the warm, already-lubed ass.  "Oh
... oh no, fuck, I ..."

"Don't cum, boy!" Kevin ordered.  He squeezed Danny's tits hard and yanked
his fingers off them, making Danny howl in pain that stopped him from
ejaculating.  He pushed his cock in hesitatingly, clumsily, which had the
effect of turning Kevin on even more.  Unlike his brother's smooth, expert
penetration, this was the fumbling attempt of an amateur and Kevin loved
the sense that he was being fucked by a good-looking but nervous young
novice.

Not that Danny was a virgin.  He had fucked a few guys in the past but they
had been furtive couplings under the bleachers – a quick, awkward fuck,
then buttoning up with nothing more than embarrassed glances the next day.
But this man was glorious, one of handsome identical twins, and they were
lying in a soft, king-size bed.  The heat he felt now in his cock was like
nothing he had felt before and Kevin's laughing eyes emboldened him to
proceed.

And so Danny fucked the beautiful boy who had just offered him the job of
his dreams and was now offering up his gorgeous ass.  At last Danny relaxed
as his cock eased in and out of the velvet warmth, already moistened by
Kevin's brother.  And at last a smile spread over Danny's face, replacing
the nervous tension that had gripped him up to now.

"Dude," he smiled, "that feels amazing, so beautiful, just like you."  Kyle
jumped on the bed and lay beside his brother, giggling as he asked, "And me
too?  Am I beautiful too, Danny?"

"Fuck you, dude," Danny laughed, now totally relaxed, "you know damn well
you are.  Just turn your head and look at your brother.  That's how
gorgeous you are.  Or look in the mirror."

Kyle teased him.  "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of us
all?  Which one of us do you like best, Danny?"

"What kind of a mind-fuck question is that, dude?  What's it gonna take to
convince you – my dick up your butt?"

"Bingo!"

Danny pulled out of Kevin, shuffled over to Kyle, threw his legs in the air
and growled, "Here it comes dude.  With one long thrust he slammed his cock
straight down the chute, making Kyle howl.  "Now that is a serious fuck,
Danny.  You're a quick learner – practice on the wuss, then really give
it to his tough, stud brother."

"Hey, watch your language, bro," Kevin protested.  "You, the stud?  Hey
Danny, hit me with a hard one and I'll show you tough."

Danny obliged, trading one gorgeous ass for another identical one.  He knew
he was being used as the go-between in this friendly fraternal spat and he
didn't mind one bit.  His self-confidence rose to the point of dominance as
he ploughed each ass in turn, his strength increasing with each initial
thrust.

He didn't notice the fleeting glance between the brothers that lasted a
second but spoke volumes.  While Danny was deep inside Kyle, Kevin jumped
to the floor, got down on hands and knees in front of a mirror and pushed
his ass in the air.

"I'm gonna assume that's an invitation, dude," Danny grinned, "an
invitation I can't refuse."  He pulled away from Kyle, knelt on the floor
behind Kevin and shoved his dick in his ass, fucking him doggy style.
Kevin smiled into the mirror and said, "You're such a great fuck, Danny.
We knew you would be.  So you're gonna get rewarded with our own special
welcome to the clan."

In the mirror Danny saw Kyle standing behind him lubing his cock again.
And suddenly he understood.  This time it would be aimed not at his
brother's ass but at his.  As Kyle sank to his knees behind him Danny's
instinctive reaction was: "No, I can't, dude. You're too ... aaah!"

Danny had been fucked a few times before, but always it had been the kind
where he gritted his teeth and hoped it wouldn't take too long.  But now
pleasure outweighed pain as Danny felt Kyle's rod slide gently inside him.
He gazed in the mirror at the identical faces of the two enraptured
brothers, one offering him his ass, the other his cock.

As Kyle pushed into his ass Danny reflexively did the same to his brother
and they quickly established a rhythm.  It was as if Kyle were fucking
Kevin, as they did so often, but this time through the intermediary of
another boy.  Once again Danny felt like a go-between, only now it was
literal, with Danny physically linking the twins, feeling the exquisite
sensation of Kyle's cock driving into him and transmitting that feeling to
his brother.

When he turned his head he saw multiple reflections of three young guys
fucking (courtesy of Randy and his mirrors ... when it came to sex Randy
knew how to give a man infinite pleasure.)  For the first time Danny felt
able to grasp the concept of infinity – endless repetition of three
naked boys, one sandwiched between the other two, all of them moving to the
same rapturous rhythm, their heartbeats in sync, their blissful sighs
merging as one.

Danny stared at the twins and narrowed his eyes until the diffused image in
the mirror was of himself fucking, and getting fucked by, the same handsome
boy.  The fantasy drove him to the brink of orgasm, beyond the restraint
Kyle had urged at the start.  "Guys, I can't hold out any longer ... you're
too fucking much for me."

"It's your call, buddy," Kyle said.  "We're right there with you."  He
accelerated the pace of his cock pounding Danny's ass causing Danny to
reciprocate in Kevin's.  The increased tempo drove them to the edge and
Danny yelled "Now!  I love you guys."

Their triumphant shouts echoed round the room and their triple explosion
was infinitely reflected in the mirrors in the shape of three beautiful
young men bucking like stallions as their cocks erupted simultaneously.
Danny felt Kyle's semen flowing into his ass as his own pumped into Kevin,
who reared up, pointed his cock at the mirror and blasted a ribbon of cum
that splashed on the mirror blurring the reflection that would be endlessly
repeated in Danny's dreams.

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

Within minutes the three boys were writhing on the bed in a playful tangle
of limbs, laughing, kissing, kidding around in the ebullience of new-found
friendships and mutual lust.

When they calmed down Danny lay on his back exhausted between the
twins. What a day, he thought.  In one single day he had experienced two
group scenes that blew his mind – first, the triple blow-jobs from the
three amigos, and now this extraordinary coupling with the twins, endlessly
reflected in the parallel mirrors, surrounding him with an infinity of
identically beautiful boys.  He couldn't wait to see his buddy Brandon
tomorrow and tell him all about it.

Kevin propped on his elbow and grinned down at him.  "So, Danny, you think
that's cured you of repeated jerk-off visits to the bathroom when you're
working with us?  If you ever feel overheated in the future you know
there's more where this came from – as you can see," and he laughingly
waved an arm at the never-ending succession of boys in the mirror.

"Talking of work," Kyle said, we better get some sleep.  Big day tomorrow.
Bob's put out the call for a big group brunch, which he often does on a
Saturday.  He says it's good for morale for the men and boys to all get
together.  They're always boisterous affairs and we'll be cooking for a
couple of dozen or so.  We've already decided on the menu and got in all
the supplies, but the problem has always been manpower ... until now.  You
are with us on this, eh Danny?"

"You betcha," Danny said.  "And Randy won't even have to carry out his
threat of chaining me to the kitchen.  Wild horses couldn't drag me away."

"Be careful what you say about wild horses," Kevin chuckled.  "These guys'
fantasies can get pretty realistic."  Kyle grinned, "And talking fantasies,
I wonder how that new guy Tommy is getting on with Zack and Darius?  The
leather master and his boy are the kings of fantasy."

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

Actually, Thomas was to get only a tantalizing glimpse of Zack's leather
world that night.  After dinner Zack and Darius led the now subdued Golden
Boy to their house across the street.

As soon as he walked into the garden Thomas sensed an atmosphere that he
couldn't pin down – a kind of energy, redolent of sex and a whole lot
more.  Maybe it was a scent in the air, maybe the warmth of the night or,
more probably, the very proximity of the stern black muscle-god with the
leather vest open over his bare chest, accompanied by his powerfully built
boy to whom Thomas had already that day knelt in submission.

After his earlier treatment by Pablo, Darius and Randy, the formerly
dictatorial Golden Boy's ego had been completely deflated and he now waited
obediently for instructions.  His own clothes had been shredded by Randy
and he was now wearing old jeans and a thin, sweat stained T-shirt that he
had pulled from the fetid pile of dirty laundry in Randy's trailer office
at the construction site.  The realization that the shirt that now brushed
his flesh had previously been stretched over Randy's magnificent chest gave
him a permanent erection in his dirty jeans.

In the small garden Zack said, "Come over here, boy, let's get a good look
at you.  Darius, do the honors."  Darius pulled the T-shirt off over
Thomas's head and tucked it in the waistband of the boy's jeans, then
pushed him back against a tree.

"Oh yeah," said Zack appreciatively, running his eyes over the contours of
the former gymnast's body, his lean muscles tight, beautifully defined and
totally fat free. "Now that, Darius my boy, is what you call a real pretty
body.  Yeah, I can work with that.  Let's see here."  He walked behind the
tree, pulled the boy's arms back round it and loosely tied this wrists with
a rope he picked up off the ground.

Thomas instinctively pulled at his bound wrists and Zack said, "Sure, you
could get free without much effort, but I wouldn't recommend it boy –
not before I've got a good look at you.  Here Darius, let me show you what
I look for in a new recruit."

Darius stood beside him, an eager pupil learning from the master.  Thomas
felt like an exhibit, a bound man on display being evaluated by two
dominant black men to determine his fate.

"See here, Darius, first the face ...He's got just what I look for in a
subject – fine, square cut features tense with fear.  They'll look great
when he's grimacing in pain, all that blond hair falling over his face.
Let me show you."  Zack squeezed his nipples hard in his fingers, making
the captive moan, head thrashing from side to side, his face twisting in
pain.  "See what I mean, boy?  That make your dick hard?  Yeah, me too.

"Now for the body.  The guy's no bodybuilder I grant you, but he has the
fine physique and beautifully crafted muscles of a gymnast."  Zack traced
expert fingers over the contours of his torso.  "Good, hard shoulders and
nice solid chest.  See this curve here under the pecs?  Flawless.  And
those hard nipples ... looks like he's used tit clamps on them."  Zack
chuckled.  "Bet you can't wait to get your teeth on those.

"And those six-pack abs, wow.  See, those are the ripped abs all gymnasts
develop, perfectly defined, rock hard.  Perfect for gut punching eh, kid?
See how they pop when he flexes."  Zack punched Thomas lightly in the
stomach and, sure enough, his abs flexed tight with even sharper
definition.

Darius was paying close attention to his lesson from the master, who now
tested him.  "OK, here's a question for you, kiddo.  If you were to whip
his body how would you tie him, and should he be naked or stripped to the
waist as he is now?"

Darius frowned, rubbed his chin in concentration and paced round the young
athlete roped to the tree, running his hands over his chest, his waist, his
ass, and the solid bulge of his cock under his jeans. Thomas was swimming
in a head-rush of fear and euphoria as the handsome black boy examined him.
He felt demeaned, like some kind of specimen slave being prepared for a
demonstration in bondage and domination by a leather master as a training
tool for his boy.

"I think, sir," Darius said, "he would look best standing spread-eagled,
his arms stretched up in a V, either between trees or between beams down in
the basement.  "Yeah, definitely the basement `cos of all the mirrors.  I
would want him to see himself getting worked over.  I wouldn't have him
naked at first `cos he looks so hot stripped to the waist like now.  I'd
whip his pecs and his back, but when I start on the ass, then I'd want him
butt naked.  Oh, except for a collar round his neck.  Yeah, definitely a
collar."

With an enthusiastic fist-bump Zack said, "Great answer, boy.  You're good
and ready.  When I've finished with him I'll turn him over to you and
critique your technique."

"Sir, about that ass.  That is one epic set of buns and I really, really
wanna fuck him.  Can I?"

"Whoa, with that chunk of horsemeat of yours?  As I understand it the boy
only just had his virgin ass broken in by Bob at the hotel.  After that
he's been fucked a couple a times by Randy but, man, ten inches of prime
beef like yours?"  He grinned.  "Oh, hey, what the hell.  He's gonna be
tied up anyway, can't go anywhere, so why not give it a try?"

Thomas groaned and started to struggle against the ropes binding his
wrists.  Zack chuckled.  "You know what?  I think the guy is starting to
get off on the idea.  Let's check it out."  He ripped open the shabby jeans
and out flew Thomas's dick, rock hard, dripping with pre-cum."

"Wow," Darius said, "you're right sir.  Man, I'd love to whip that cock.  I
can't wait to get working on it.  Neither can he by the looks of it."

"Down, boy.  All in good time – and under my supervision."

Zack walked close to Thomas and stared into his eyes.  "Now listen to me,
boy.  Everything you've heard here is just speculation.  Oh, it's true that
I give my boy lessons in leather sex and I usually demonstrate by working
on him.  `Course it's more effective if we have a third-party subject to
work on but ... here's the crucial thing ... it has to be voluntary.  If
the guy's not into it it's a whole different ballgame – it's no fun,
it's immoral and I don't get into that – ever.

"So what I'm saying is, Thomas, you're free to leave at any time.  Like I
said, you can slip these ropes pretty easily and walk right out of here.
Go across the street and they'll find a room for you.  You kinda got an
idea what you're in for if you stay, but that's up to you.  Now I'm gonna
take my boy inside for a while and give you time to think about it.  Some
guys are into this, some not, and that's fine.  No one judges anyone here."

Suddenly Zack wrapped his hand behind Thomas's head, pulled it forward and
pressed their lips together in a fierce open-mouth kiss.  When he pulled
away Thomas found himself staring into the steady gray eyes of a man with
chiseled ebony features and a shaved head.  Zack grinned, turned away,
threw his arm round Darius's shoulder and took him into the house.

Thomas was alone, shirtless, bound to a tree.  His heart still pounding
from the kiss, he was lost.  He didn't have to `think about it'.  He had no
choice.  He was proud of his athletic body but now all he wanted was to
surrender it to this magnificent black muscle-god and his boy.

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

"Sir, were you just mind-fucking Golden Boy or did you mean all that?"
Darius and Zack had popped open a couple of beers and were sitting where
they could see Thomas through the window.

"Now listen, Darius, this is important.  Like I said to the boy out there,
you never do any of this stuff against a guy's will.  That's why we always
have safe words and safety knots – they're like panic buttons if the guy
wants out.

"See, in any top man, whether he knows it or not, there's always another
guy deep inside who wants to submit to another alpha male ..." he chuckled
"... especially if he can watch himself suffer in a mirror.  Hell, it's why
I let you fuck me with that massive tool of yours ... now that's
submission.  Watching myself in the mirror, a hot leather master getting
butt-fucked by his boy, is an epic turn-on.

"This kid Thomas is confused and really fucked up.  He pulls that
arrogant-prick act to smother the urge to get dominated by a guy like Randy
or me ... or you.  He's drooling at the prospect but his ego holds him
back.

"I wanted to make sure he knew what he was in for if he stays, and you saw
his reaction.  Of course he'll stay.  But he's gotta get seriously
mind-fucked some more before we get down to business.  I've told you
before, mental anguish can be worse torture than physical pain.  He's gonna
have to wait for it, and that'll be more painful than any whip.

"You see, with me a guy doesn't just have to want it – he has to crave
it, crawl through the dirt for it.  Now that's hot, and that's what I want
from this boy.

You told me how he's already done that for Randy, begging for that massive
rod of his up his ass.  Randy knows how to make a man crawl.  Hell, he even
made me do it when I first came here and we got into a pissing contest
marking our territory.  He thrashed me and made me eat dirt."  He chuckled.
"I hope you got film of that.  Someday I'd like to get drunk and jack off
watching it with you.

"Randy and me are best buddies now, but you know how competitive we've
always been.  It's only natural for two alpha males like us.  So I wanna go
one better than Randy with this boy.  Basically all Randy wants is to get
his rocks off when he sees an ass like that.  But I want more from this
narcissistic pretty-boy gymnast.  I want him to grovel, to crawl, to
humiliate himself in begging for more.  And you and me, kiddo, together we
can do that.  What do you say?"

Darius flashed a gleaming smile. "I say I'm in love with you, sir.  I say
I'm honored to be your boy."

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

Thomas's cock stayed hard throughout Zack's absence as he replayed over and
over in his mind the scenario the leather master and his boy had described.
But when they finally appeared he gasped in awe at yet another homoerotic
fantasy.

Zack was now wearing tight black leather pants, heavy motorcycle boots and
the same leather vest exposing his muscled chest.  Darius was also in
leather pants and boots, with a studded leather harness crossed over his
chest.  And Zack was leading his boy by a rope around his neck.  While
Thomas watched, drooling, Zack quickly tied Darius between two trees in the
spread-eagled position Darius himself had described earlier.

Thomas held his breath as Zack draped a cat o' nine tails round his boy's
neck ... then came over to his other captive.  "See that, Thomas, that
beautiful boy over there?"  Thomas almost shot his load as he looked at the
muscular leather-boy tied between the trees, a harness over his chest, whip
round his neck, head bowed in submission.

"I'm gonna work on him now as part of his training."  Then came what was
perhaps the most brutal part of Zack's plan.  "But you see, Thomas, it's a
private ritual between a master and his boy.  No spectators.  So I'm gonna
say goodnight to you, boy, and take you to your room."

He untied Thomas's wrists and led him to the house, with Thomas looking
back over his shoulder for a last glimpse of the handsome young buck in
bondage awaiting his fate.  They went down the stairs to the basement,
where Thomas once again stood in shock.

"As you can see," Zack said, "this is where we play ... all the equipment,
all the accessories a leatherman could need."  The large basement's walls
were covered in floor to ceiling mirrors, with red spotlights strategically
placed in the black ceiling.  "And tonight this is where you'll sleep.
There's a small bed in the corner there, there's an adjoining bathroom and
a small fridge over there stocked with food and drink.

"Now here's what's gonna happen.  You sleep here alone tonight and in the
morning you get cleaned up and we'll go across to the house where Bob has
arranged a full-tribe gathering.  You'll get to meet all the other men in
the tribe and their boys ... and they'll blow your mind.  You'll never see
a group of men like that anywhere, ever in your life.

"By the time it all winds down in the afternoon, me and Darius will be a
bit drunk, very horny, and ready for action.  Then, and only then, we'll
bring you back here to this room and I will continue my boy's instruction –
and your initiation.  But only if you still want it."

"I will want it, sir," Thomas pleaded breathlessly.  "I do want it –
now, sir."

"Thomas, I'm the master here.  I make the rules.  As I said, you are always
free to leave – there are no locked doors here.  And one other thing.
You remember the collar Darius mentioned?  Here."  He picked up off the
floor a black leather collar, buckled it round Thomas's neck and turned his
face toward the mirror. "See that, boy? You will wear that while you are in
my house."

"Thank you, sir."

"Right.  Now, I have to get back to my boy.  We have some unfinished
business.  He held Thomas by the chin and kissed him, then smiled at him
for the first time.  "Just mind-fucking with you, boy.  Hey when it comes
right down to it, Tommy, life is a series of mind fucks.  Trick is to find
the one you like best.  Maybe you've found it.  You'll do just fine, boy.
Tomorrow then."

He strode out of the room leaving Thomas staring at the door, his mind
reeling.  Then he looked at the mirror and saw himself as he never could
have imagined – a prisoner of a black leather master.  He looked around
the room, at the equipment scattered on the floor and hanging on the
walls. He saw a whip and hung it round his own neck as he had seen Zack do
to his boy Darius.

Gazing at the reflection of the blond gymnast he kicked off his shoes,
dropped his jeans and admired his naked body.  He flexed his pecs,
imagining the sting of the whip on his chest, then flexed his abs to absorb
Zack's punch.

Suddenly he caught sight of a rumpled pile of what looked like discarded
clothes in the corner of the room.  He knelt down and his heart beat faster
as he sorted through them – shorts, ragged T-shirts, tank tops,
underwear, jock straps, all smelling of sweat, semen and dry piss stains.

Realizing that these were filthy clothes discarded by Zack and Darius after
strenuous sexual workouts in this room, he held one of Zack's jockstraps to
his face, breathed in and became dizzy with the whiff of sex.  He looked up
at himself in the mirror, a naked blond slave boy on his knees, with a
collar round his neck and the taste and smell of his master in his mouth.

Staring down at the messy pile he grabbed his pulsing cock, and howled,
"Please, sir, I submit ... I submit ..."  Semen blasted from his cock and
splashed all over the master's sweaty castoffs.  Whimpering, he fell
forward on his stomach and buried his face in the cum-soaked heap of
clothes.  And there, naked on the floor, is where he slept all night,
dreaming of tomorrow.

But one thing his dreams did not include was any thought of leaving –
not for an instant.

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

Early next morning the kitchen was humming with activity, long before the
first guests arrived.  It was as if Danny had been working there forever,
moving around the kitchen in seamless coordination with the twins.  He
familiarized himself with everything quickly as the twins assigned tasks to
him.  The incongruity never struck any of them that the boys giving Danny
instructions were the same boys who, hours earlier, had been offering their
asses to him in turn.

While the twins concentrated on the main courses Danny was more or less in
charge of offerings for early arrivals to whet their appetites before the
main event – coffee, juice, oatmeal, yoghurt and a specialty of Danny's
– home-baked croissants with exquisitely fluffy pastry round a chocolate
core, Danny's own version of pain au chocolat.  When the twins bit into the
light, flaky pastry and felt chocolat oozing from the middle they
pronounced them perfect.  Clearly their fate was to disappear quickly into
eager mouths, so Danny made a big batch.

The earliest arrivals were the three amigos, Eddie Brandon and Ben, all
hungry as much for gossip as for food.  They helped set the table and
shuttle food from the kitchen, and then the activity slowed for a while
before Danny had to make the salad.  The twins said it would be a good time
for Danny to take a break, so the four boys grabbed food and coffee and
huddled at a table under the trees.

"So, dude," said a wide-eyed Brandon, "spill."  Eddie clarified, "He means
spill the beans, dude."  And Ben explained, "It's a Darius rule – a guy
has to tell everything, all the details ..." and they all joined in a
chorus of "exaggerations accepted."

"Guys, I don't have to exaggerate – the truth is wilder than fiction."
He raced through the events of last night with the twins – how the twins
made love to each other, then offered their asses to him, giving him the
first really great butt-fuck experience of his life – actually twin
butt-fucks.  The boys reacted with predictable amazement and gasps of envy
until Danny finally ran out of steam."

"So," Ben asked breathlessly, "does that mean you're hired?"

"I guess so," Danny smiled. "I mean I'm already working like crazy in the
kitchen on this brunch."

"Yes!" the boys shouted jubilantly, pumping fists in the air."

"I mean, the twins have to get Bob's approval, of course, and they say I
have to have an interview with Human Resources, which sounds a bit scary."

"Dude," Brandon laughed, "Human Resources in this place is Jamie, and he
ain't scary at all.  Wait `til you see him, and his master Mark.  Be
warned, kid.  You're gonna meet a whole bunch of other guys today who'll
blow your mind.  That's if the twins ever let you out of the kitchen."

They saw Kyle beckoning from the window.  "Hey, you better go back," Eddie
said.  "Don't wanna get fired your first day on the job."

With a big smile Brandon leaned over and kissed Danny on the lips. "Way to
go, buddy.  I'm real happy for you."  Danny stood up, squeezed his shoulder
and ran back to the kitchen where he was met with a surprise.  The twins,
in their usual uniform of white shorts and T-shirts under white aprons,
were now also wearing white chef's hats at a jaunty angle over their
tousled hair.

"Bob bought these for us some time ago," Kevin grinned, "but we've never
worn them until now.  We thought this was a good time to start as we're now
a kitchen crew of three.  Bob must've been looking ahead `cos he bought
three.  Here, Danny ... this one's for you."

Danny's eyes misted over as he took the hat offered to him and put it on.
He looked at his reflection in the stainless steel door of the fridge and
angled the hat just right.  The twins had earlier kitted him out in a pair
of their own white shorts, T-shirt and apron so they would all be dressed
alike.  Now Danny turned to them blushing and smiling.

"A perfect fit," Kyle grinned, "in more ways than one.  OK, now listen,
everything's pretty much running to schedule but we want you to do
something – take the morning tray up to Bob and Randy.  It's kind of a
ritual – green tea and yoghurt for Bob, coffee and a big bowl of oatmeal
for Randy.  And you gotta surprise them with one of those croissants for
each of them.  They'll probably cum when they bite into it."

"If they haven't cum already," laughed Kyle, "which they probably have."

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

Danny was rather nervous as he climbed the stairs to the master suite with
the tray and let himself into the living room of the suite.  He was about
to knock on the bedroom door when he heard sounds of loud groans and
heaving breathing that could only mean one thing – sex.  He hesitated
and was on the verge of retreating when he heard Randy's voice howl, "Fuck!
... fuck you man ... here it comes ... I love you buddy ... aaagh!"

When the shouts died down there was silence followed by laughter.  Danny
took that as his cue and he plucked up courage and knocked on the door.
The response was a muffled "Come in".  When he opened the door he hesitated
again, seeing Bob on his back and Randy on top of him, kissing him, both of
them naked.  Balancing the big tray on his raised palm waiter style Danny
blinked behind his glasses and stammered, "Er, your tray, sirs.  But if
this is a bad time ..."

Randy rolled off Bob and lay on his back propped up on his elbows with a
big smile, his teeth gleaming white against his black-stubbled jaw.  "It's
a great time, kiddo ... a sensational time."  Randy was always at his most
gorgeous just after sex – his eyes dancing, a jubilant smile on his
rugged face, his muscles still flexed tight, cock still hard and dripping
with cum.  Danny was glad of his apron that hid the boner forming in his
shorts.

"Hey, kiddo," Randy said, "don't you look just the part!  Cute hat.  You
got anything on under that apron?  Why don't you put the tray down and come
join us?"

Danny blushed, stammered and looked helplessly at Bob who smiled patiently,
"He's just kidding, Danny."  He threw a scolding glance at his lover.  "But
the bit about putting the tray down's a good idea.  Here."  He pulled
himself up on his elbows like Randy and patted the space between them.
Danny walked forward, leaned over Bob and placed the tray as directed.

He couldn't help looking at the pools of cum from both men spattered over
Bob's muscular chest and abs.  He picked up a napkin from the tray and
stammered, "Er, would you like me to..."

"... clean him off?" Randy completed his sentence.  "Sure, all that damn
jizz is disgusting at breakfast time."  He grinned at Bob, then snatched
the napkin away from Danny.  "No need to soak a napkin in jism, though, eh
boy?"

Danny stared down at Bob who said, "Only if you want to, Danny."

"Yes please, sir, I do," Danny said hoarsely.  He took off the chef's hat
and his glasses and knelt beside the bed.  He leaned forward and licked the
cum from Bob's chest, down the cleft between his pecs and the ridges of his
abs.  He pressed his lips against the rippling muscles, sucking hard and
swallowing the musky juice of both men.

But he felt an uncontrollable pressure in his groin and sprang to his feet.
"Sir, I gotta go to the bathroom ..."  But he didn't make it.  Frantically
he pulled his apron aside, yanked his cock out of his shorts ... and
sprayed semen over the chests of both men.

When the flow stopped he stared down at them mortified.  He grabbed a
napkin and frantically wiped their chests clean, apologizing profusely.

Randy threw his head back and roared with laughter.  "Hell, kid, you're
gonna fit right in around here ... the twins did hire you, didn't they?"

"Er, well, sir, I think so ..."  Danny frantically zipped up his shorts,
smoothed his apron, replaced his glasses and put the hat back on his head.
"At least, they put me to work this morning and ... and they gave me this,
sir," pointing to his hat.

Bob laughed, "Sure looks like a badge of office to me."

"Of course, sir, the twins said they have to get your approval, and then I
have an interview with Human Resources."

"So that's what surfer-boy Jamie is calling himself these days," Randy
grunted.  He picked a croissant up off the tray, took a bite, and the
chocolate flowed out and down his chin.  His eyes grew wide.  "Holy shit,
did you make this kid?"  Danny nodded.  "Listen kiddo, if my man here is
crazy enough not to give you the job I'll hire you myself as my personal
chef".  He grinned lasciviously.  "You know the kinda deal – you feed me
... I fuck you.  How's that work for you?"

Bob rolled his eyes in exasperation.  "Randy please, that's not helpful.
He's just kidding, Danny, pay no attention.  As for my consent, the
decision is all up to the twins, so if they approve I approve."

"Thank you, sir.  Thank you very much.  I promise you won't be
disappointed, sir."

Bob chuckled, "As for Jamie, I can't imagine him coming up with any
disqualifying facts – unless you have an outstanding arrest warrant for
axe murder or something.  And if so we have an in-house cop who'll take
care of that.  You'll meet him shortly.  His name's Mark, and as a matter
of fact Jamie's his boy."

"Thank you, sir," Danny smiled.  "I'm not an axe murderer."

"Oh in that case you're hired," Randy joked.  "Pretty low bar you set for
hiring around here, Bob.  Not an axe murderer?  Great, you're in.  By the
way kid, I may have been kidding just now about joining us in bed, but
sometime soon when the twins give you time off, we want you to spend an
hour or two with us.  Bob and me, we have our special kind of welcome wagon
we roll out for newcomers to the tribe, especially a boy as cute as you."

"But only if you want to," Bob smiled.

"Oh I would sir, very much.  Thank you.  But will that be all for now, sir?
There's a ton of work in the kitchen and I think the twins need me."  He
grinned.  "Hey, sounds good to say that."

Bob laughed, "It does, doesn't it?  OK, off you go, Danny.  Tell the twins
I'll talk to them later."

He ran from the room and Randy said, "Great kid."

Bob took a mouthful of croissant.  "Mmm, great pastry too!  Now that," Bob
grinned as chocolate oozed out of it, "is definitely orgasmic."

"Talking of which," Randy said salaciously, "there are a few other things
that taste real good if you swallow hard enough."

"Randy, you never quit, do you?  We have a whole crowd coming in soon and
all you think about it is more sex.  You know, you can be real crude
sometimes."

"Yeah, but that's what you love about me, buddy."  Randy smiled at him with
his hypnotic blue eyes and Bob sighed.  "OK, maybe one more time.  But make
it quick."

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

Downstairs in the garden the three amigos were waiting for their new
friend.  As Danny emerged from the master suite they pounced.  "Well?
... What happened?"

"A whole lot," Danny grinned, "but I gotta get back to the kitchen."  The
boys followed him and, as luck would have it, Kyle sent them all out with
trays of cutlery, dishes, linens and food to set on the long table on the
lawn.  The boys talked as they worked.

Danny related his little adventure in the master suite, but soon Eddie took
over.  He had been uncharacteristically quiet for some time and now the
floodgates opened.  "Dude you ain't seen nothin' yet.  Just you wait `til
all the guys get here.  So far you've only met Bob and Randy, Pablo and
Darius, Zack, and Pete of course.

"But there's lots more.  There's the cop Mark ... people call him a Greek
God, the most beautiful cop in the world ... then there's my master Hassan,
he's a big stud Marine ... and Ben's master Jason, he's a drop-dead
gorgeous fireman, been in a calendar.  There's Adam, the hot Aussie next
door, and his boy Nate ... and also Doctor Steve and his lover Lloyd.
Steve's Randy's brother and a shrink – you'll probably have a session
with him sooner or later, we all have."

"And don't forget Grady and Mario," Brandon chimed in, "they're new lovers.
Mario's this real handsome Italian and Grady is... well, there's a whole
story there.  He was this spectacular underwear model, you've probably seen
his pictures, and now he's making this huge movie ... he's the new Tarzan
and he's gonna be a big movie star, and he took me to the set and – get
this – they put me in the movie, actually in the movie, only a little
scene but ..."

"Guys, guys," Danny protested, "you're blowing be away here.  They all
sound awesome but don't forget I gotta help get their food ready, so I
gotta get back to the kitchen.  Later, dudes ..."

Danny ran back to the kitchen, grateful to have a job he could concentrate
on.  But he couldn't help wondering what he was in for with this amazing
tribe of men.  He was already buddies with the three amigos and the twins,
but would he become close to any of the others?  And if so, which ones?  He
sighed.  Well, no matter what the future held, first he had to feed them.

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

Across the street Thomas was having similar thoughts of the future, though
his were more apprehensive than Danny's.  When he woke that morning he had
been put to work making coffee and serving breakfast to Zack and Darius
before getting ready for this big gathering of the tribe.  Darius had found
a pair of tight leather pants that fit Thomas and chose a black ribbed tank
top for him that showed off his gymnast's physique to perfection.

Zack vigorously tousled the Golden Boy's blond hair and said, "Yeah, you're
looking more the part now, Tommy.  I think the guys will be impressed,
especially Pablo when I turn you back to him.  But like I said, in the
afternoon I'm gonna tell Pablo I need to borrow you again and bring you
back here to, er ... further your education.  But I repeat, it's all
voluntary ... you only get it if you want it."

Thomas replied eagerly, "Oh, please, sir, I want it, sir.  All of it."

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 294


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