Date: Tue, 21 Jun 2016 22:39:02 -0400
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 316  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 316
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: The assembled tribe is treated to a display of new loves
and old lusts.  1) The cop Mark and his boy Jamie show off their new
relationship with a marathon role reversal.  The blond surfer orders the
cop kneeling naked before him, "That's right, officer, eat it ... take it
all."  2) The gypsy boss Randy and his superman lover Bob subject the young
jock Tommy to the ultimate act of double teaming.


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Chapter 316 – "NEW LOVES & OLD LUSTS"


************ In the previous chapter  ***********

At the Grady House, the opulent home of the new movie Tarzan and his
Italian lover Mario, they had declared this Saturday afternoon to be an
Open House – open to the tribe, at least – walled off to the rest of
the world, especially the ever-persistent paparazzi.

Most of the tribe's boys were there already, helping the young house
manager Danny to get ready for the visitors.  Included among them for the
first time was Brandon's new friend Brian, a young man who, like Brandon,
used a wheelchair but, unlike Brandon was shy, reclusive and lacking in
self-esteem.

But, as Brandon had said to him, his introduction to the house was "A bit
more than you bargained for eh, dude?"  Brian had worshipped Grady from
afar, jerking off daily to the many publicity photos of him as the upcoming
Tarzan, and he had been amazed to meet him in the flesh.  His fantasies
came to life as Grady took him to bed and made love to him.

Then Randy, as the tribe's leader, took care of the new boy's ritual
initiation into the tribe by subjecting him to light bondage and a master
fuck, leaving Brian dazed and, like most of the other boys, in lust and in
love with the swarthy gypsy.

Randy grinned down at him.  "Sensational fuck, kiddo.  You were wild.  Huh,
talk about still waters running deep!  As far as I'm concerned you're one
of us.  OK, now I promised Danny I'd deliver you back to him and the other
boys `cos they need your help."

The boys looked up wide-eyed as Randy came into the kitchen shirtless with
the naked new boy wheeling himself beside him covered in cum.  Then they
heard the verdict.  "Brian's a great kid," Randy said.  "If he wants to
stay, he stays.  Now get him cleaned up."

The boss's judgment brought raucous cheers as they gathered round the
bemused and starry-eyed new boy.  Randy called over to Danny, "Hey, Danny,
is Mark here yet?"  Randy was waiting for the cop to arrive to check out
the house's security system with him.

"No, sir, he called to say he and Jamie have to run an errand on the way,
but he won't be long."

"Huh," Randy grunted, "what's he up to with that boy of his now?  I guess
I'm supposed to say his man now."

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

Actually, Jamie's transition from boy to man was part of the reason for
their errand now.  The always-close love affair between the Greek-God blond
cop Mark and his surfer boy Jamie had deepened over time, culminating in
their recent trip up to the Guadalupe Dunes where they had lain together
post-sex and Mark had made a startling announcement.

"Jamie, I don't want you to be my boy anymore ... because I want you to be
my man ... my lover, my buddy, my friend.  This master-boy thing is a
barrier between us.  I don't think of you as a boy anymore because you have
grown into a strong, self-assured, young man respected by everyone.  In
many ways you are my equal and that makes me proud to call you my man."

Since then they had worked, occasionally stumbled, toward their transition
from `man-boy' to `man-lovers'.  Mark was still, of course, the dominant
partner who called the shots and protected Jamie, so it had evolved into a
kind of hybrid "buddy" relationship.

It was when Mark was driving them to join Randy and the others at the Grady
House that he had sprung another surprise on Jamie.  He made a detour and
when Jamie saw their destination he had a moment of panic.

It was the tattoo parlor where Mark had taken him long ago to have an
interwoven `MM' tattooed on Jamie's shoulder as a pledge of Mark's love for
him.  But it was also the place where Mark had taken him to have the tattoo
removed, in a fit of rage after finding Jamie doing drugs with his surfer
buddies.  Fortunately the removal had been avoided at the last minute, and
peace was restored, but even now Jamie still felt a frisson of fear."

Reading his mind Mark grinned, "Don't worry, buddy, it's not like last
time.  This is something that'll blow you away, and the guys up at the
house too.  We'll make a big entrance, and then show them how two hot men,
soul-mates, really make love.  How's that grab you?"

Jamie playfully reached over and squeezed Mark's crotch.  He laughed,
"Grab's me right here, man.  I can't wait."


******************** CHAPTER 316 *******************

When they pulled up in the small parking lot behind the tattoo shop Mark
told Jamie to stay put in the truck while he went inside.  Jamie sighed
deeply as he watched the gorgeous cop stride across the parking lot,
dressed in jeans and the black ribbed tank top that was Jamie's favorite.

As always when he was with Mark, Jamie had a permanent hard-on in the
surfer shorts he usually wore.  Mark had said he would be a while so Jamie
settled back in his seat, leaned his head against the headrest and closed
his eyes, with his hand resting on his crotch.

It scared him a bit that he was so crazy in love with this powerful man
with the strong, square-cut features and stunning physique, and the shift
in their relationship took some getting used to, thinking of himself not as
the cop's boy but as his buddy and lover.  It gave Jamie a status and a
self-confidence that he had never felt in his life before.

He vividly recalled Mark's words that day in the dunes.  "Jamie, it was fun
having a boy for so long but now I want a man for a lover – a hot,
gorgeous, sexy young man like you. No, not like you.  I want you, Jamie.  I
want us to be the hot couple around town, who everyone respects and admires
– and even envies `cos we have each other."

Jamie recalled how he had tried to get his mind round this new idea.  "You
mean we'd be kinda like Grady and Mario?  I mean, we all think of them as
equal but it's Mario who fucks Grady almost all the time."  And just like
Grady and Mario who couldn't keep their hands off each other, Mark and
Jamie had, since that day, had more sex than ever, mostly with the cop
fucking the young surfer, of course.

But one thing never changed and never would, Jamie hoped.  Every day when
Mark was due home from his shift Jamie dropped whatever he was doing –
in the office or with the other guys – and ran off to his and Mark's
bedroom.  He stripped naked, lay on the bed and waited with growing
excitement for the moment Mark would come through the door in his cop
uniform.

Often Mark was tense and tightly wound after a grueling day patrolling the
streets and, without taking off his uniform, ripped open his pants, yanked
out his cock and plunged it into Jamie's ass.  And at times like that Jamie
felt like the cop's boy again, in his power, surrendering his ass to him as
a good boy should.

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

"Dreaming of me?"  Jamie opened his eyes with a start and saw Mark climbing
into the truck with a gleaming smile.  Jamie blinked and rubbed his eyes.
"Actually I was.  I must have nodded off and I was dreaming of waiting for
you to come home from work."

"And you were lying butt-naked on the bed, I hope?"

"Of course I was," Jamie laughed.  "Is there any other way?"

"Hey, kiddo, I got something to show you."  Mark pulled off his tank-top
and Jamie was surprised to see a square bandage taped near the top of one
of his pecs, just above his heart.  Carefully Mark pulled up one of the
corners so Jamie could see what was underneath.

Jamie looked, blinked, then choked up and turned his head away to hide the
tears that brimmed in his eyes – inappropriate, he thought, for the
buddy of a cop sitting beside him in a truck in a parking lot.  But he
couldn't hold back his tears after what he had just seen – a small
tattoo on Mark's chest of a surfboard with a large `J' across it.

As Mark re-taped the bandage and put his tank top back on, Jamie wiped his
eyes, turned back to him and kissed his cheek.  "Thank you, sir.  It's
incredible ... means everything to me.  Is it OK if I still call you `sir'
sometimes?"  He smiled through watery eyes.  "You are a cop after all and
it's a well-known fact that if you get busted by a cop you better call him
`sir' a lot."

Mark laughed.  "I prefer to think it's me who got busted by you, Jamie.
That's why I got this tat.  You've had my initials on your shoulder for a
long time and now we're both branded by each other.  That's it, kiddo,
we're stuck with each other.  These tats don't come off.  As for calling me
`sir', like I said before you can call me whatever you like, just so long
as you're waiting for me on the bed when I come home ... just so long as
you love me, hold me, sleep in my arms ... and dream of me.  Deal?"

"It's a deal, sir.  I'm so horny right now.  Can we make love as soon as we
get up to the Grady House?"

"You read my mind, buddy.  But it'll have to wait an hour or so until I can
take this bandage off and let the guys see how you branded the tough cop
like you own him.  Then we'll show `em, eh?"

Jamie was floating on air as they drove up the long, winding hill to the
top.

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

Up at the Grady House it seemed to be an afternoon for guys making an
entrance.  First Bob and Randy had caused a stir as they always did when
they arrived anywhere.  Then Grady and Mario had created a minor sensation
when they came out of the house with the new boy Brian who had cum splashed
all over his bare chest.  And now it was the turn of Mark and Jamie.

It was a hive of activity in the house and grounds, coordinated by the
house manager Danny who had the boys helping him in the kitchen and setting
up tables by the pool for drinks and food.  But the noisy commotion ceased
as Mark's truck came through the gate and the two men jumped out.

The two blonds always made a dramatic couple – the tall, muscular cop in
jeans and a black tank, and the young surfer-jock in board shorts and a
loose tank over a torso sculpted by many hours spent paddling through the
waves.  Jamie had long ago become one of the senior boys, by virtue of his
own well-earned respect in the tribe and his status as Mark's boy.  He
shared that ranking with the other senior boys – Pablo (Randy's boy),
the twins Kevin and Kyle (Bob's boys) and Darius (Zack's boy).

But this time there was a special aura over the two new arrivals,
especially Jamie whose glow was bright enough to challenge the sun.  His
face was wreathed in what the ever-graphic Darius described as a `Mona Lisa
smile' – serene and mysterious, as if he was guarding a secret –
which in a way he was.  He glided across the garden like he was riding the
crest of a wave.

Impulsive Eddie, of course, broke the mystique.  "Dude, you look like the
cat that just licked the cream.  Maybe you just did," he grinned impishly,
glancing at Mark. "Come on dude, what's up?"

"Tell you later, kiddo," Jamie said, adding to his air of mystery.  "Hey,
who's this?"  He was smiling down at Brian whose wheelchair had come to a
dead halt as he saw the two blond hunks arrive.  He had been returning from
the pool area to the kitchen for more supplies but now he sat motionless,
open-mouthed.

Brandon rushed up and made the introductions. "This is my new friend Brian.
Brian, this is Mark – he's a cop so watch what you say.  And this here
is his boy Jamie ... oops, I guess I should say his man ... buddy
... whatever."

"Don't sweat it, Brandon," Jamie laughed.  "Confuses the hell out of me
too.  Hey Brian, welcome to L.A.  Yeah, I heard about you on the grapevine.
Seems you already tangled with Grady and then Randy eh?  That must have
been fun."

Brian looked surprised and Jamie laughed.  "Never underestimate the jungle
drums around here, kid ... everyone knows everything five minutes after
it's happened.  This is Tarzan's lair after all."  He shook Brian's hand
and the boy finally found his voice – timidly.  "Hello, sir."

Standing beside Jamie Mark flashed Brian a dazzling smile.  "So you're the
new kid everyone's talking about, eh?  Well, kiddo, you haven't lived until
you've been arrested by the cop of this outfit, so let's do it."  He
reached down, pulled Brian out of his wheelchair, held him tight in his
muscular arms and swung him round, then deposited him gently back in the
chair.

Brian's heart was beating wildly as he gazed in disbelief at the muscular
Greek God, and his fantasies kicked in as he tried to imagine him in a cop
uniform.  This place got more and more like his porn videos back home, he
thought.  And the uniform ones were his favorites.

But just then the overwhelming gypsy presence of Randy took over.  "Mark,
old buddy, I've been waiting for you.  What kept you?  What you been doing
to this boy of yours?"

"You mean what I've been doing to myself," Mark grinned.  "Never mind –
later man.  So what's up?"

"Take a look at the northwest corner over there, buddy.  I think the
security camera is out of whack."  Mark walked off to check out the problem
and Randy grinned down at Brian.  "What's the matter, boy, you on strike?"

"No, sir, I'm on my way to get plates from the kitchen."

"Good boy.  But what you need on that chair is a tray table like Brandon so
you can carry more stuff.  Come round to the garages with me and I'll fix
it up for you."  Dutifully Brian wheeled himself alongside the big gypsy
who had so recently owned his ass.

Jamie, who was helping Brandon set up the business office, took him into
the house to check on his progress, while the other boys sprang back into
action ferrying food and drinks from the kitchen.  While all this was
happening, Grady and Mario stood at their upstairs bedroom window surveying
the activity below.  "Well, amico," Mario said, "looks like the guys have
everything pretty much under control.  They don't need us for a while."

"Good, `cos I sure need you, stud."

"Not again," Mario sighed.  "You're a sex machine, you know that?  I
thought you just got your ass ploughed by Bob!"

"Yeah, you know that guy is phenomenal.  I was feeling real insecure and he
made me feel safe again when he promised the tribe would protect us.  See,
buddy, there's something I didn't tell you.  Seems the studio has decided
there's gonna be a sequel to this Tarzan movie ... it'll probably become a
franchise.  So it looks like you're stuck with a movie star for a long time
buddy, and that's what scares me."

Grady became that anxious little boy Mario loved so much.  "You won't let
it ... like ... break us up or anything, will you?"

"Hmm, that depends," said Mario thoughtfully.  "It's great news, Grady, but
the proof of the pudding is in the fucking.  See, I wonder if a star of
that magnitude would still want to get his ass fucked by a humble Italian
gardener?"

Grady flashed his best movie-star smile.  "Only one way to find out,
signore."  He ripped off his T-shirt and shorts and flopped down on the bed
butt naked.  "OK, me Tarzan, you gardener.  What are you waiting for?"

"You are insatiable, Grady.  And I love you like crazy.  Right, you asked
for it."  And Mario launched himself on the bed.

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

By the time the two lovers eventually emerged from the house the garden had
filled up with other members of the tribe sauntering in.  The twins, Kyle
and Kevin, the chefs of the tribe, had come to give Danny support in the
kitchen.  The black leathermen Zack and his boy Darius were there, along
with the Aussies, Adam and Nate.  Then Pablo swaggered in, Randy's adopted
son and self-proclaimed boss's boy.

Brandon had just greeted his master, Ranger Pete, but he was careful also
to keep a close eye on his new friend Brian.  "I know," Brandon grinned,
"feels like you're in a porn movie with too many actors.  You don't know
who to look at first.  Uh-uh, here comes another one.  That gorgeous hunk
who just strolled in is Jason.  He's a fireman and young Ben is his boy."

Brandon looked over at the barbecue being tended by Ben.  "Looks like we're
getting low on charcoals.  There's more in the garage.  Do you mind going
round there and picking up a bag?"

Only too happy to be of use – feeling almost as if he were one of the
boys – Brian wheeled himself away at top speed and had almost reached
the garage when he crashed into something.  His wheelchair went out of
control, tipped over and he went sprawling on the grass.

Dazed at first, he raised his head and found himself staring at a pair of
combat boots.  His eyes travelled up the military fatigue pants, up to the
belt at the slim waist, then the stunning, muscular torso covered only by
an open denim vest.

"Well what do we have here?"  The deep voice came from Hassan, the muscular
Marine with the exotic Arab/Asian features, square jaw, high cheek bones
and jet black hair.  Hassan had come straight from a morning photo-shoot on
one of the recruiting videos he made for the Marines, and he was still
wearing sweat streaked combat gear.

Stunned, Brian's mind flashed instantly to a porn video he had of military
men in uniform, though none as hot as this soldier.  Impulsively he did now
what he had always fantasized about doing to the guys in the movie.  Lying
on his stomach he bent his head and started to lick the boots, cleaning
them as he imagined being forced to clean all the boots in the platoon.

"Hey," the Marine said in his accented voice, "the service in this place
gets better and better.  Shoe-shine as soon as you get here."  He hooked
his boot under the boy's stomach and flipped him onto his back, towering
over him with his muscular arms folded across his bare chest.  "You took
quite a spill there, kid.  You OK?"

"Ye-yes, sir, I'm fine" Brian stammered, reaching for his chair.  "Sorry I
crashed into you sir."

Hassan laughed, "No sweat, kid, I've taken a lot worse than that.  I'm a
Marine after all.  Here, don't move.  I'll help you up and check you over."

Hassan righted his wheelchair and Brian gave himself up to the soldier's
strong arms that lifted him up and gently replaced him in his chair.
Crouching beside him Hassan felt the boy's body all over, checking for
damage.  Under the Marine's strong touch Brian breathed heavily and almost
creamed his shorts, when suddenly they were interrupted by an excited
voice.

It was Hassan's boy Eddie, as garrulous as ever.  "Sir, hello, sir ... this
here is Brian, Brandon's new friend ... well all of ours friend by now.
This is his first day, sir, and already he's been butt-fucked by Grady as a
kind of welcome to the house and then by Randy as a ... well, you know
Randy.  And now he's helping us boys get ready for the party ... you know,
food, drinks, all that stuff, and Randy built a tray table on his chair so
he can carry more stuff ... a whole load of ..."

"Stop!"  Hassan shouted, but with a twinkle in his eye."

"Oh, sorry, sir.  Too much?"

"Eddie, it was too much after `this is Brian'."  Hassan held out his hand.
"Hey, Brian, I'll introduce myself `cos if we wait for Eddie to get round
to it we'll be here all day.  I'm Hassan.  I heard from Randy that the new
boy was real cute and he was right.  Love those freckles and long hair, and
that upper body is real solid."

They shook hands and Brian relaxed under the dazzling smile – gleaming
white teeth set in the chiseled, olive-skinned features.  For the umpteenth
time that day Brian was speechless but it didn't matter as `the mouth' was
gearing up again.

"You're just in time, sir," Eddie gushed, "`cos the guys are all here and
everything's pretty much ready, thanks to us boys, who've worked like ..."

This time it was Brian who interrupted him, speaking to Hassan.  "Excuse
me, sir, I'm supposed to be fetching some more charcoals, they're nearly
out."

"Off you go, then.  I'll see you later.  Maybe you'd like to come and have
tea with Eddie and me one afternoon soon.  You are sticking around for a
while, aren't you?"

"Well, I ... I don't really know, sir."

"Sure you are," Hassan laughed.  "Cute kid like you – and you've already
been fucked by Grady and Randy.  That clinches it, you're one of us.  Come
on Eddie, let's join the throng."

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

It wasn't often that the tribe got together like this and in such a
glorious setting as the Grady House.  The only ones missing were Randy's
brother Steve and his lover Lloyd, who were vacationing in Europe.  It was,
inevitably, a boisterous crowd that gathered in the expansive pool area
where the food and drinks were set up.  The men were drinking and catching
up with each other's gossip while most of the boys were splashing in the
pool.

Keeping a watchful eye on things was the house manager Danny, assisted by
the young blond Tommy, who normally worked for Steve and Lloyd but was on
loan to the Grady House during their vacation. Tommy was preoccupied,
though, by thoughts of what was in store for him and he kept catching
lascivious glances from Randy and Bob.  His time would come, he knew.

In the meantime, people were starting to wonder where Mark and Jamie were.
"The cop's probably banging that boy of his again," grinned Randy with his
usual lack of tact, a word notably missing from his vocabulary.  In this
case he was almost right, though.  The two men were upstairs with their
hands all over each other, making out but stopping short of actual sex.

Mark had removed the bandage from his tattoo.  The tattoo was a small thing
in itself but they both saw it as a major token of their intensifying love.
And like so many lovers before them, they wanted to shout if from the
rooftop.  Actually it wouldn't be on the roof but on the grass where they
would display their passion to anyone who cared to watch.  Which meant
everyone in the clan, all of whom got off on watching guys have sex, second
only to doing it themselves.

So when the two blonds came out of the house (making their second dramatic
entrance of the day) a hush fell over the noisy group.  "OK, come on guys,"
Bob smiled.  "The minute you walked in here today, after that mysterious
`errand' you did on the way, it was obvious that something was up.  So in
the immortal words of Darius here, `spill the beans, guys, exaggerations
accepted'."

"No need to exaggerate, guys," Mark grinned.  "It's nothing really –
just Jamie and me kinda reinventing our relationship."  He strung them
along a bit longer, sitting at the table and opening a beer.  He squinted
in the sun.  "Another perfect day in paradise, eh guys?  Sun's real hot."
He reached behind his neck and pulled up on his tank top.

The unveiling of Mark's stunning upper body was always something to watch
but especially this time.  As the shirt exposed first his ripped eight-pack
abs, then the curve under his pecs and finally the full chest, there were
gasps all round, especially from the boys.  Visible for the first time was
the tattoo of the surfboard with the letter `J' slanting through it.  Mark
had never had any other tattoos and the significance of this one was not
lost on anyone.

Randy broke the silence, laughing, "Shit damn, officer, you've been
branded."

"You could say that," Mark grinned.  "You all know that a long time ago I
had my initials tattooed on Jamie's shoulder, and I said at the time that
he had been branded like a stallion to prove he was mine.  But that was
when I was his master claiming ownership of my boy.  Since then Jamie has
since grown into a hot, mature young man, and I think of him as my buddy,
so I thought we should even the score.  Now we both carry each other's
brands."

"Way to go, Mark," Bob smiled.  "A symbol of equality – man on man."

"Yeah, but this is not just symbolic, guys, this is real.  Jamie's my man,
my buddy, and we're doing what buddies do.  An expectant silence fell over
the group as Mark and Jamie stood facing each other.  They looked on
mesmerized as Mark kicked off his boots, unzipped his jeans and let them
drop.  He stepped out of them, now wearing just gray boxers clinging to his
slim waist and muscled thighs.

Eddie whispered to Ben, "Watch this dude – stripped for action, ready to
fuck the surfer.

But for once Eddie was wrong.  The two men stared into each other's eyes
for long seconds, and then there was a collective gasp as the cop slowly
sank to his knees in front of the blond jock.  He reached forward, untied
the string of Jamie's surfer trunks and pulled out the rock hard cock.  He
leaned forward, licked the whole length of the cock, then lowered his mouth
over it and took it all the way down his throat.

"Shit damn," Darius moaned softly to himself, "never thought I'd see that,
not in front of the whole tribe.  I gotta get this one."  He reached over
to a table and grabbed his camera that he took everywhere.  He took a few
steps back and put the camera to his eye.  The spectacle looked even more
vivid in his viewfinder – the near naked muscle-cop on his knees sucking
the cock of the tall young surfer-jock.  "Fucking awesome," he muttered
holding the camera steady.

The effect on the crowd was riveting.  Here was a public display of what
the tattoo signified – no longer master and boy, but two buddies, as
Mark had said, `doing what buddies do', which included sucking each other's
cocks.  They all knew that, up to now, the cop had been the top man whose
boy had daily surrendered his mouth and his ass.  Now the roles were
reversed.

They watched in breathless silence as Jamie clamped his hands round Mark's
head, pushed it back, then yanked it forward forcing his mouth to swallow
his long shaft.  Not used to sucking cock Mark gagged at first, but he
relaxed his throat and got used to the steady rhythm of the young stud
fucking his mouth.  His square jaw sagged, his full lips stretched wide as
he swallowed his buddy's cock again and again, his head trapped in Jamie's
vise-like grip.

"That's right, officer," Jamie smiled, "suck your buddie's rod, man.  Let
me see that gorgeous cop eat dick, on his knees."  As he spoke Jamie slowly
increased the tempo, faster and faster until his cock was a piston pounding
the cop's handsome face.  Tears sprang to Mark's eyes and ran down his
cheeks as he struggled to swallow his buddie's pile-driving rod.
Instinctively he clasped his hands behind his back as if he were a bound
captive on his knees, forced to swallow his captor's merciless shaft.

The awestruck crowd watched the powerful cop on his knees, his hands behind
his back making his shoulders and arms flex, his blond hair flying, his
face impaled on the surfer's cock.  It could have been humiliating but it
was the very reverse ... it was triumphant, the rugged cop, a master of the
tribe, proving his love for his man by submitting to a ferocious face fuck.

"Fuckin' A man," Eddie yelled impulsively, and that broke the logjam of
silence as first the boys then the men began to whoop and cheer.  Their
enthusiasm reached a crescendo and just when it seemed inevitable that
Jamie's dick would explode in the cop's mouth ... he suddenly pulled out.
He grabbed Mark's tousled hair, pulled his face back and smiled in triumph
at the god-like face, tears flowing from his eyes, jaw sagging open with
spit drooling over his chin.

There was a roar of approval from the crowd as Jamie dropped to his knees,
took Mark's face in his hands and pressed their mouths together in a
ravenous kiss.

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

"You know what I want now don't you, man," Jamie smiled at Mark as they
pulled apart."

"Go for it, buddy.  It's all yours."

After that it seemed like the most natural thing in the world, the boy
fucking his master, or rather one hot blond jock fucking another.  Mark lay
on his back on the grass, and stretched his arms above his head in a
gesture of submission.  Jamie grinned down at him, grabbed his shorts and
ripped them clear off, something the raging cop had often done to him in
the past.  The tables were turned.

Jamie stood up dropped his surfer trunks and stood astride the naked cop
slowly stroking his long, hard cock.  Mark moaned, "Shit, man, I need that
so bad.  I need my buddy's cock in my ass.  Here it is, stud."  Mark hooked
his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs back, exposing his ass.  The
crowd gasped at the sight of the rugged cop, an alpha top-man, offering his
ass to the young surfer.

Jamie knelt behind his ass, leaned forward between his legs and braced his
hands on the grass beside him.  He bent his head and licked Mark's
prominent nipples, then lightly kissed the tattoo on his chest.  "Thank you
for doing that for me, sir," he whispered so only Mark could hear.  "I love
you so much and it's an honor for me to do what I'm doing now."

The head of his cock, wet with Mark's saliva, was already pressing against
his hole so all he had to do was ease his hips forward and feel his cock
slide deep inside the police officer's hungry ass.  Jamie rested his palms
on the slabs of Mark's pecs and Mark reached up to stroke Jamie's nipples.
"You are so beautiful, Jamie.  Your cock feels so good in my ass.  It's
yours, buddy, it's yours whenever you want it.  Fuck me, man, fuck my ass."

Most of the boys and men watching in awe grabbed their own cocks and
stroked them, trying to simulate the sensation Jamie was feeling in his.
But the two men were unaware of all this as time passed and the fuck went
on and on.  The crowd disappeared and it was just them, lost in each
other's eyes as Jamie rose and fell over the muscle-god sighing beneath
him.

But finally, and inevitably, their passion reached a point where it had to
be vented.  "I'm so close, buddy," Mark moaned.  "I can't hold back
anymore.  Make me cum for you, Jamie."

Jamie's cock had been straining for release, waiting for Mark to give the
word.  Now, at last the beautiful man lying naked beneath him wanted him to
shoot his load, wanted to feel his juice inside him.  As Jamie stared into
the limpid blue eyes in the strong, square-jawed face, tousled blond hair
falling over his brow, he knew he had never loved Mark more than he did
now, had never loved anyone in his life as he did now ... had not even
known what real love was.

And now he understood why Mark had wanted this public display.  He had
wanted to empower Jamie in front of all their friends ... and it worked.
Jamie, who had groped his way toward manhood, now felt the full force of
that power, like a colt growing steady on his feet, pawing the ground and
becoming a stallion.  "OK big guy," he growled, "this is it.  Here it
comes, man.  Yeah ... fuck ... fuck you ... aaagh."  He reared up, pumped
his fists in the air and thrust deep one last time as his cock erupted with
warm juice that poured into the shuddering cop's ass.

Then Jamie pulled out suddenly, grabbed his cock and pointed it at Mark's
face.  Mark opened his mouth as a shower of semen sprayed on his face and
into his mouth.  He swallowed hard and savored the exquisite essence of
Jamie's virility, the young man who had shed the skin of an eager boy and
emerged as a glorious full-fledged alpha male.

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

The cheers were thunderous ... but the show was not over.  Suddenly Mark,
who had been gazing lovingly at Jamie, teasingly reversed the fantasy and
reverted to the stern, authoritarian cop.  His eyes flashed and he growled
in mock anger, "Shit damn, look what you did, man.  You shot your fucking
load in my face.  You think a cop takes insolence like that?  No way, man."

He heaved Jamie off him, rolled him onto his back and straddled him.  He
wiped the cum off his own chest and used it to lube his cock.  "See this,
man?  This is what you get for fucking my ass.  You know you want it.  Show
me how much you want it."

In a daze of lightning role reversals and lust for this exciting man Jamie
was suddenly back to the boy on the bed, lying naked waiting for the
uniformed cop to burst through the door and fuck his ass.  And he now
instinctively resumed that daily routine, pulling his legs back and
offering his ass, with its light fuzz of downy blond hair, to the fierce
cop.  Their eyes locked as Mark grabbed Jamie's legs and drove his thick
shaft straight into his ass.

Jamie howled in ecstasy as the audience cheered him on.  The sudden change
in roles was mind blowing and they were enthralled by the more familiar
spectacle of the cop reasserting his power and reclaiming the young jock's
ass as his own.  "Payback time buddy," Mark growled.  "You fuck a cop you
know you're gonna end up spiked on his cock.  Feel it, feel that cop's
nightstick up your ass.  You wanna shoot another load don't you?  Don't
you?  You man enough to cum again?  Let's see ..."

Mark reverted to the kind of savage fuck he gave Jamie on the days he got
home full of road rage and horny as hell after a tough day astride his
throbbing bike.  He leaned forward, pinned Jamie's arms to the ground and
jackhammered his ass, watching the young surfer writhe beneath him, his
beautiful face thrashing from side to side, blond hair flying.  "Yeah, fuck
me, man.  Pound that ass.  You win, I submit ... I'm cumming again ... I'm
cumming ..."

The naked cop tensed, his muscles flexed and he yelled, "Here it comes,
buddy ... I love you, man ... aaagh!"  They both came together, Jamie all
over his golden tanned body and Mark deep inside his lover's ass.

The awestruck men and boys reacted in the only way possible.  Pounding
their cocks in their fists they blasted stream after stream of warm jizz
over the entwined couple who laughed jubilantly under the shower of the
tribe's approval.

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

"Incredible," Bob said later as Mark sat between him and Randy, recovering
with a beer.  "You and Jamie have brought a new phenomenon to the tribe,
man-on-boy becomes man-on-man.  `Course, you realize all the boys will be
wanting tattoos now, on themselves and their men."

"Fat chance," Randy growled.  "My boy Pablo is still my boy and always will
be my boy – even when he's a man."  The uncertain logic of that remark
prompted an exchange of wry grins between Bob and Mark.

Meanwhile the boys were all, naturally, gathered round Jamie, the hero of
the hour.  During the spectacle Brian had stayed close to Brandon who had
explained the changes between Mark and Jamie unfolding before their eyes.
Brandon had also been keeping an eye on some of the other undercurrents
that were always at play in this volatile group of disparate men and boys.

"By the way, dude" he said to Brian, "when we were all rushing round
getting ready for this shindig I saw you chatting to Tommy quite a lot."

"Yeah, he was real helpful telling me who was who and what was what in the
Grady House.  He told me he used to be the assistant manager at a luxury
hotel down the coast before he came here and got hired by Danny as his
assistant."

"Sure," Brandon said, "but there was a whole mess of stuff went on when he
first got here.  He was real arrogant at first, him being the Golden Boy,
this handsome blond with the body of a gymnast and the ass of an ice-skater
that boggled everyone's mind and made their dicks hard.  He threw his
weight around at first until Randy cut him down to size big time.  You've
seen what Randy can do to a guy.  `Course it was different with you `cos he
liked you, but he really put Tommy through the ringer and ploughed that ass
every which way.

"Here's the thing, though.  What Randy could tell about Tommy was that all
his swagger and bossiness was a fake, and that deep down what he wanted was
the very opposite.  He wanted to be dominated, you know, really used and
abused.  Well, he had come to the right guy in Randy.  Him and Bob put that
gorgeous ass to work, fucking him one after the other – mouth, ass, the
works until he was begging for more.  Well, dude, you can guess what
happened next.  Whammo, Golden Boy is crazy in love with Randy, and Bob
too.

"Randy's brother Steve hired him away from here and he now takes care of
Steve's big house in the hills.  But he still moons around Randy and Bob
when he gets the chance, hoping for a little more butt action."  Brandon
grinned mischievously, leaned toward Brian and lowered his voice.

"According to Darius, who knows everything there is to know about the
tribe, Randy and Bob have done pretty much everything that can be done to a
guy like Tommy – except for one thing.  See, Tommy recently spent a
night with Bob's boys, the twins you met in the kitchen here."

"Oh yeah," Brian rolled his eyes.  "Real gorgeous, and identical – two
for the price of one.  They worked together almost like one guy ... I mean,
they seemed real close."

Brandon opened his eyes wide and said, "Dude, we're talking real close!  As
close as two guys can be – and forget the brother thing.  They fuck each
other all the time – and that night they fucked Tommy.  And when you say
they work together like one guy, you nailed it, dude.  They blew Tommy's
mind – gave a whole new meaning to `double-teamed'."

"Oh yeah," Brian said, "Grady and Mario told me about that and said Tommy's
dying to do the same with Randy and Bob as he did with the twins."  Brian
giggled, "But Grady said, `Good luck to Tommy on that one ... those two
huge dicks?  Wow.'  Mario thinks they'll probably do it here `cos they like
an audience for that kinda stuff.  He said, `You thought watching us was
sexy?'  Wait `til you get a load of Randy and Bob together working on the
Golden Boy'."

"He got that right, dude. One thing about Randy, he never likes to be
upstaged by anyone, even his buddy Mark, so he always has to go one
better. And it looks like we won't have long to wait."

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

Randy was getting to his feet with a more-than-usual look of authority.
"Guys, I wanna congratulate Mark and his man Jamie for showing us how great
man-on-man action can be.  So while we're on the subject ..."

"Here it comes, dude," Brandon whispered to Brian.

"...while we're on the subject, how about two men-on-man action?"

"Told you, dude – one better," Brandon grinned

"Tommy, get your ass over here."

After his professional poise helping the boys set up the party Tommy had
seemed to sink into himself, sitting quietly on the edges of the group.  He
had watched the Mark/Jamie show with some foreboding, knowing that his turn
would surely come, and he was the only one of the boys not to jerk off over
them at the end.  As he rose and stood in front of Randy he had that
strange but exhilarating cock-hard sensation of being on display to the
tribe, at the mercy of the boss.

Always sensitive to the feelings of others Bob stood and put his arm round
Tommy's shoulder as Randy continued to hold the floor. "It's a well-known
fact, guys, that news travels fast in this group, so it's also a well-known
fact that me and Bob have taught young Tommy here a thing or two, from the
first time he came to our hotel room down south to, er, offer us his
services."

There was a smattering of laughter round the group and Tommy blushed.  Any
other boy might have been embarrassed but Tommy was so in thrall to the big
gypsy that just to be standing next to him, the focus of his attention, was
exciting.  Bob's squeezing his shoulder helped too.

"Yeah," Randy grinned roguishly, "there ain't much we haven't done to our
gorgeous young gymnast here, or to his spectacular ass ... except for one
thing."  He paused for effect.  "Not that Tommy is a stranger to that
`thing'.  Bob's trusty twins, Kyle and Kevin, got there first and, shall we
say, whetted Tommy's appetite.  But you know me.  I don't like being
upstaged by anyone, even Bob's beautiful twins."

"Told you so," Brandon whispered again.

"OK, Tommy, this is it.  You sure you want this?"

"Yes please, sir ... very much, sir."  Bob smiled, took Tommy's face in his
hands and kissed him gently.  Then he and Randy stood aside and Tommy knew
what he had to do, an act that fed his need for domination, humbling
himself before the whole tribe even as he exposed his sculpted gymnast's
body to them all.

He had perfected this striptease when he offered his `special services' to
gentlemen guests in their hotel room, though to now be the focus of the
whole tribe's attention was both daunting and exhilarating.  He pulled his
polo shirt off over his head, kicked off his shoes, dropped his shorts and
his cock sprang out rigid as he stood gloriously naked in front of the
mesmerized men and their boys.

Randy understood better than anyone Tommy's need for humiliation and knew
exactly how to pump it to the max.  "Guys," he said, like a slave master
offering a man for sale, "feast your eyes on one of the most beautiful
butts you ever saw."  Tommy turned around to a collective gasp from the
crowd.  He blushed but when he found himself looking into Bob's soft brown
eyes he managed a smile.

"OK," Randy grinned, "let's cut to the chase here."  He pulled off his
shirt and lay on his back on the grass in front of one of the house's floor
length windows in which the scene was reflected.  He unzipped his jeans and
pulled out his massive cock, which he stroked to daunting stiffness in
seconds.  He spat in his palm, lubed his cock and said, with his usual
gypsy finesse, "Here it is, Tommy ... take a seat."

Tommy stood astride Randy's chest and gazed down at the rugged, stubbled
face.  He would do anything for this man – and he wanted the tribe to
know it.  He sank to his knees, straddling Randy's waist, and felt the hard
round knob of the cock pressing against his butt.  The crowd fell silent as
they watched the massive cock disappear between the perfect white globes of
the young jock's ass, inch by inch until Tommy was sitting on the mass of
wiry pubic hair.

Again the silence was broken by Eddie who could never control his verbal
impulses when confronted by sex involving a massive cock and a perfect ass.
"Way to go, Tommy," he yelled.  "Yeah, fuck that cock ... ride it, dude."
The other boys followed Eddie's lead and yelled ribald encouragement.

Tommy steadied his nerves by focusing on the dark gypsy's magnetic blue
eyes as Randy said, "That's my boy.  Make it feel good.  You dream of that
dick in your ass, don't you, kid?"

"Yes, sir.  Always, sir.  It feels so good."  He felt no pain as he rose
and fell on the huge cock, clenching his ass round it, striving to please
the man he idolized.  He became so lost in the hypnotic eyes, so
overwhelmed by the sensation that set his ass on fire and permeated his
whole body, that he momentarily forgot what was expected of him.  But he
was soon reminded when he heard Bob whispering in his ear.

"You ready for me, Tommy?  We can't let Randy have all the fun, can we?"

Tommy looked up and saw, reflected in the window, the square-jawed Superman
face over his shoulder behind him.  Bob had stripped naked and now
whispered, "This is it, Tommy – the climax of all the fun Randy and I
have had with you.  You're a beautiful young man and the guys are getting
to respect you.  This will clinch it, kiddo, getting reamed by the two
bosses at once.  You ready?"

"Yes, sir," Tommy stammered nervously, not entirely sure he was ready.

Gently Bob pushed Tommy forward until he was leaning over Randy, hands
braced on the grass beside him, their faces close, Randy's cock still
filling his ass.  "Don't worry, kid," Bob murmured in his ear, "I won't
hurt you.  Unlike Randy I use lube."

Drawing strength from Randy's encouraging smile Tommy gazed into his eyes
as he felt Bob's stiff cock press against his ass on top of Randy's.  Tommy
winced in the anticipation of pain and Bob said softly, "Look at my face in
the mirror, Tommy.  You trust me, don't you?  You love me just a bit don't
you?"

"I love you a whole lot, sir.  I want to please you, sir."

"Well all you have to do is relax your ass.  Remember what you did for the
twins?  That's all there is to it.  Bob's voice had become mesmerizing.
"Would you like to sleep with us tonight, Tommy?  Think of it, sleeping
between us in our big bed with our arms wrapped around you, safer than
you've ever felt in your life.  You know you want it, just like you want
this ..."

Tommy did imagine sleeping with these two stunning men, sleeping and
dreaming ... dreaming he had both their cocks inside him.  It was a
painless dream until he woke from his trance and realized he wasn't
dreaming.  It was real.  He looked down at Randy, then at Bob reflected in
the glass, realized that both huge cocks were deep inside him and he
panicked ... aaagh!"

"Tommy, Tommy," came the deep, mesmerizing voice.  "Relax, stay calm.
Randy and I need your help ... we want to make love to each other inside
you.  He wants to feel my cock fucking his in the warmth of your ass.  Will
you do that for us?"

"You need me, sir?" Tommy murmured, frowning as he tried to understand.
"You need me to help you make love.  Of course, sir.  Of course, I'll do
anything for you."

And from then on it was easy ... and ecstatic.  Randy grinned up at Bob,
loving the way that, through kindness and gentle persuasion, his lover
could make a man do anything.  And what Bob had said was true.  They were
making love in the most intense way possible, grinding their cocks against
each other in the hot ass of the handsome young jock.

The sensation in Tommy's ass was incredible, but it was more than that,
much more.  His domination by these two magnificent men was complete.  He
was their servant, their sex slave, and his masters were using him as the
ultimate way of making love to each other, fucking each other's cocks
inside him.  There was no pain, only the ineffable joy of serving his idols
in the most intimate way imaginable.

Randy gazed up at Bob with a dazzling smile.  "Man, I love you ... you feel
so fucking hot grinding your dick against mine.  Come on, buddy, let's fuck
that ass, together.  It's a fucking furnace in there.  That's it buddy
... let's fuuuck!"  He raised his hips off the ground and drove his cock
deep into Tommy's ass while Bob pulled back, accelerating the pace until
their rods were moving inside him like two pistons pounding side by side.

The crowd was going wild, watching the two muscular bosses making
spectacular love by fucking the same gorgeous ass at the same time.  Again
cocks were yanked from shorts, cocks were pounded in fists and howls filled
the garden as jets of semen splashed down on the heaving bodies of the trio
beneath them.  They didn't wait for the ultimate climax, which didn't come
until the three men were gleaming wet under a shower of sperm.

But their climax did come, of course, led naturally by the dominant gypsy.
"Man," he panted to Bob, "this kid is fucking beautiful, his ass is hotter
than hell.  Fuck him man, fuck his ass, fuck my dick buddy.  Good boy,
Tommy.  Take those two huge cocks, make them cum, squeeze that ass tight.
That's it ... oh shit, oh man, that's fucking beautiful.  I'm gonna shoot.
Do it with me Bob while I drink our boy's juice.  Come on guys ... NOW!"

Their shouts rattled the windows of the house as Randy opened his mouth
wide, Tommy grabbed his own cock, pointed it at the gypsy's face and
blasted a stream of hot jizz straight into his mouth and over his stubbled
chin.  That spectacle pushed Bob over the edge and he exploded inside the
boy alongside Randy's eruption, jizz blasting from them simultaneously,
flooding the boy's ass, spilling out of it and down his legs.

And all the time cum rained down on them from the ecstatic crowd in a
collective demonstration of their awed respect for the masters and the
young blond gymnast they had fucked together.

Sensing that Tommy might panic now he had emptied his load in Randy's face
and still felt his ass stuffed full, Bob slowly pulled out and lifted the
boy off Randy's cock.  Then Randy erupted with laughter, pulled the two men
on top of him and folded them both in his powerful arms while the
spectators cheered themselves hoarse.

Eventually Randy pulled himself free, stood up and pulled the other two to
their feet.  Tommy stood between Bob and Randy who raised his arms up in
triumph.  "Gentlemen," Randy said, "we have now done everything to this
boy, given him every test, and he has come through with flying colors.  It
took a while, but I say he is now a full member of the tribe, worthy of our
respect and protection.  So, guys, let me hear you give it up for Tommy."

Tommy blushed as he heard his name chanted by the crowd and felt his wrists
gripped hard by the two muscle-gods who had just double-teamed him.  And
when Bob leaned close and whispered, "That offer for you to share our bed
tonight still stands, Tommy.  You up for that?" Tommy turned to him and
grinned, "There no place I'd rather be, sir.  Nowhere in the world."

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

That had been the showpiece of the gathering, following the earlier erotic
display by Mark and Jamie, but it took the whole afternoon before the party
finally began to wind down.  Gathered in a secluded corner was a small
group in earnest conversation – Grady, Mario, Danny and Brandon, and
they had called on Bob for advice.

"OK, Danny," Grady said, "you say you have a suggestion.  You're the house
manager, so shoot, kiddo."

"Well sir, it's not so much a suggestion as an idea I had, but I'm not
really sure.  See, ever since Tommy left this house Mario said I should
look for a new assistant.  I have tried but you know how sensitive that is,
bringing a new guy into the house, what with all that confidentiality
stuff.  Well, it's getting kinda hard to cope, even though the boys help
when they can.  So Brandon and me were talking."  That familiar phrase made
Grady and Mario smile at Bob.

"See, sirs, I been watching Brandon's new friend Brian, and it's amazing
how quickly he joined in with the guys and how helpful he was setting
things up.  Well, we were wondering if he might be considered for the job
as my assistant.  I mean, Tommy was talking a lot to him about what his old
job here involved and ..." Danny blushed ... "well, I don't know if this
counts, but Brian has already been fucked by Grady and Randy, who said he
was, you know, `one of us'."

"But ... I hear a `but' coming," Bob smiled.

Mario took over.  "That's why we asked for your advice, Bob.  Nothing has
been said to Brian yet and we don't know if he'd even want the job because
... and here's the `but'.  Brandon said Brian has so far lived a solitary,
reclusive life in an old trailer way out in the desert as he has always
been unable to come to grips with his handicap.  Well, this is the big city
and this house has a lot of comings and goings, which is why Tommy's hotel
experience worked so well."

Bob interrupted.  "And you're all wondering if a move from that hermit's
life to the busy bright lights and action of this house would be too much
of a culture shock and he would not be able to make the adjustment, am I
right?"

"You pretty much nailed it, Bob.  So, any suggestions?"

Bob thought for a while.  "I see your point, guys and it's a valid one.  I
think we have to tread carefully to make sure no one ends up with hurt
feelings.  First, I think Brandon should casually mention in conversation
that Danny is looking for an assistant and see if Brian takes the bait.  If
he does, there's one man who could help us out.  Randy's brother Doctor
Steve."

"Certamente!" Mario beamed.  "A genius idea, Bob.  Steve's a great
therapist – he understands human nature and he knows how to draw a boy
out and see ... how do you say? ... see what makes him tick.  If anyone can
find out if Brian could cope with a job like this it's Doctor Steve."

"Of course," Bob grinned, "as we all know from experience, his methods can
be very unorthodox ... some would say far out ... but if Brian can cope
with that he can cope with anything."  Bob noticed Danny smile at Brandon
with a surreptitious thumbs up.  "I er, think that this meeting was
preceded by some plotting by a certain two boys and we've been kind of led
by the nose."

Danny shrugged at Brandon, who grinned, "Busted, dude."

"But your hearts were in the right place, boys, and no harm's been done.
So why don't you go ahead?  Sound Brian out and if he shows any interest
I'll set up a meeting between him and Steve.  Knowing the good doctor he'll
probably involve his boyfriend Lloyd too ... maybe duplicate the same kind
of atmosphere there is here, and see how Brian reacts."

Bob laughed.  "Man, I wouldn't mind being a fly on the wall at that
session."

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 317


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