Date: Fri, 15 Jul 2011 03:13:04 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: A Trial of Strength - Part 32  by Rob Williams

Here it is, guys, Chapter 32.  A lot of these stories come from the
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A TRIAL OF STRENGTH ... PART 32
by Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER ... The time has finally come for Randy to make love to
Pablo.  For the first time in his life he's nervous.  Randy always plays
rough but he's afraid of hurting the beautiful young man.  But Pablo
surprises him.  "It's OK, sir.  I'm not scared.  I know you're gonna fuck
me.  I want to be completely at your mercy. I'll do anything for you, sir.
Anything."


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

CHAPTER 32

Unsettled by the news that Randy intends to adopt Pablo, the tension
between Darius and Pablo had culminated in a fight.  Bob and Mark watched
in awe as Randy disciplined the two young men in his own special, painful
way.  Bound tight together they had eventually formed a closer, more
intimate bond than ever before.

Randy finally released them and growled, "Never, ever let me see you fight
again.  Go now.  Make your peace with each other."  As they walked back to
the house Pablo turned his head back toward Randy with a cheeky grin.

"Sir?  Are we still on for the Galaxy game tomorrow?"

Taken aback Randy said, "Yeah, yeah.  Now get lost before I decide to whip
your ass some more."

"And that," Bob whispered to Mark, "is precisely why Randy loves him so
much."

As Randy turned round and walked back toward the house he could not
suppress the broad smile that spread over his face.  He looked over at Bob
and Mark and said, "And what are you two grinning at?  Assholes."

Randy disappeared into the house and Mark shook his head. "Wow, the guy is
fucking unbelievable.  No wonder they worship him.  Has he made love to
Pablo yet?"

"No, that comes next," Bob said.  "But you know something strange?  He's
nervous about it.  I've never seen him like that before.  He wants it to be
perfect."

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

But that event was still some days off.  In the meantime, harmony was
restored the next day when Randy kept his promise and took Darius and Pablo
to the Galaxy soccer match.  Pablo sat between Randy and Darius in the
truck as they drove down the Harbor Freeway to Carson.  Randy smiled to
himself as the young guys chatted excitedly, thrilled to be to be seeing
their first major league soccer match.  They were also hyped up by the new
intimacy between them, forged by the effects of the extraordinary
discipline Randy had subjected them to the day before.

The game was a cliffhanger.  With a minute left in extra time Beckham made
a brilliant pass and Galaxy scored the winning goal.  The kids went wild
and shouted themselves hoarse.  With their vocal cords shot, the ride back
home was much more silent than the trip down, though the contentment was
palpable as Pablo stretched his arms over the shoulders of Randy on one
side and Darius on the other.

When they got home Randy said to them, "I'm bushed.  You two got enough
energy to make dinner?  We'll be four; Bob's home but Mark's working."  The
guys scooted off to the kitchen and Randy went into Bob's office where he
was working at his laptop.  Bob raised his head and grinned.

"Good day, obviously."  He leaned back in his chair and looked at the big
construction worker.  "So, what's up?  You look restless, nervous.  What's
eating you?"

"OK, smartass.  Since you can read my thoughts why don't you tell me?"

"Well, let's see.  You had a great day with the guys.  Made you feel like a
real dad, which you will be when the adoption goes through.  You feel
closer and closer to Pablo and are scared by what you feel.  You know
you're longing to make love to him but you're nervous as hell about it
... probably for the first time in your life."  He grinned, "How am I doing
so far?"

"Fuck you.  Bull's-eye, of course.  You psychic or something?"

"I am with you, you know that by now."

"What else?"

"You want more?  OK.  Well, when it comes to sex you always say you play
rough, and I've had my ass hammered often enough by you to attest to
that. Usually you just pull a guy's pants down and plunge that big dick in.
But Pablo brings out all your protective instincts ... paternal, if you
like.  He's been hurt and damaged in the past and you're scared shitless of
causing him pain now."

 OK, OK.  If you're so fucking smart, what do I do about it?"

"Just don't underestimate the kid, Randy.  Pablo's smart, tough ... and he
worships you.  I have a feeling he'll let you know what he wants.  The only
way you could hurt him is to stop loving him.  The one thing I can do is
make sure all the conditions are right.  And I have a plan."

Randy grinned.  "Don't you always?"

"You know that next weekend I have to go to a director's meeting at our
Head Office in San Francisco.  I'm up for a big promotion.  I'll be away
the whole weekend."

"Yeah, I know.  Don't get any ideas up there, either.  Remember ... "

"... my ass belongs to you, yeah I know that.  I've still got the bruises
to remind me.  Anyway, here's my plan."

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

So Bob played the diplomat.  He had a conversation with Mark and Darius,
and Darius had a heart-to-heart with Pablo.  The arrangements were set.
With Randy's approval Bob told Mark about their special place by the lake
in the mountains of the Angeles National Forest high above L.A.  Mark was
enthusiastic, but the conversation with Darius was a bit more delicate.

"You know," Bob said to him gently.  "Randy is soon gonna make love to
Pablo for the first time.  How do you feel about that?"

"Oh, I know all about that," Darius said cheerfully.  "Pablo and I have
talked about it.  I just wish I could watch but Pablo says that's not on."

"Well," Bob chose his words carefully.  "How would you feel about a weekend
with Mark?  He is fixing to take one of the Harleys up to the forest and
camp by the lake for a couple of nights.  Think you could handle that?"

Darius's eyes lit up.  "What, me and the officer ... just us?  For two
nights?  Me and Mark ... just us?  That's awesome.  Wait `til I tell Pablo.
When I get back we'll have a shit load to talk about."

"Compare notes, you mean.  Well, whatever."

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

And so Bob's planning paid off.  Friday was an evening of departures.
Randy took Bob to Burbank Airport (closer and easier than LAX) for his
flight up north, with a final reminder about who his ass belonged to.  As
they embraced Randy said, "You're incredible, man.  You've been so ..." He
paused.  "Hell, I'm wild about you, buddy.  And when you get back ..."

" ... we'll celebrate.  And you can show me again just how hard you play."

"Asshole."  Randy even hung around to watch Bob's plane take off.  Then he
came back to the house to see off Mark and Darius.  The Harley was loaded
up with gear and Darius was wearing Pablo's bike helmet.

Mark came out and, as usual, Darius gaped when he saw him.  He was wearing
leather chaps over his jeans, big black boots, and a sleeveless denim shirt
over a ribbed white tank.  With his incredible body and sculpted blond
looks he was an icon, a fantasy ... what Bob always called a masturbatory
image.

"You ready, kid?" Mark smiled.  "Ever ridden a Harley before?"

"No, sir," Darius stammered.

"Well, I'll do all the work.  All you have to do is hold on tight.  Think
you can manage that?" and he winked at Randy."

"Yes, sir!"  Darius beamed.

He climbed on behind the cop, put his arms around the muscular body, and
with a roar of the engine they were off.

Randy turned back to the house, where Pablo was waiting.  It would be just
the two of them for the whole weekend.

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

It was a warm night, the kind of Southern California evening where the heat
of the day sticks around.  Pablo was in the kitchen preparing dinner.
Randy smiled to see that he was all cleaned up ... clean shorts, sneakers
and a clean white T-shirt that hugged the contours of his perfectly
proportioned young body.  "Fuck," thought Randy to himself as he felt his
dick get hard just by looking at the kid.

"You doing OK, kid?"

"Sure, sir.  Darius is a great teacher when it comes to cooking ... among
other things," and he smiled sideways with his cheeky grin.

"I'm gonna jump in the shower," Randy said.

When he dried off he found himself being careful about what he wore.  He
pulled on clean jeans and borrowed a clean white T-shirt from Bob's drawer,
as all his own shirts were old and worn.  "Jesus," he said to himself.
"Feels like I'm going on a first date.  I've gotta get over this shit."

A few minutes later the two guys were sitting together eating dinner.  At
first there was an uneasy silence and they avoided making eye contact.  The
heavy atmosphere was broken by Pablo who spoke in his usual direct way.

"It's OK, sir.  I'm not nervous.  I know you're gonna fuck me.  It's what I
want, sir.  More than anything in the world."

"Shit," Randy grinned.  "Bob said you'd tell me what you want.  I forgot
how direct you can be.  But tell me something.  On your birthday, when you
were given your choice, you chose Bob to have sex with for the first time.
Why?"

"I knew he'd be gentle with me, and that's what I needed for the first
time.  I thought you might be a bit rougher.  But ever since that time when
you first rescued me and held me in your arms I've wanted you, sir
... real, real bad.  I know you'll do whatever you want with me and I'm not
afraid."

"Even after I whipped your ass last week?"

"I know I deserved that, sir.  Anyway ..." he trailed off.

"What."

"Well, sir, when I was tied up and you were whipping me ..."  He lowered
his eyes and mumbled, "I liked it, sir."

"You did, uh?  After all you've been through in your life?"

"But this time it was you, sir.  Thing is, I want to give myself to you.  I
want you to own me, sir."  He cleared his throat and said softly, "I want
to be your property, sir."

As Randy gazed at him Pablo stood up and took a step back from the table.
He looked hard into Randy's piercing blue eyes and paused.  Then slowly he
reached behind his own neck and pulled at the top of his T-shirt, sliding
it slowly over his body, over his head and then dropping it to the floor.
He stood shirtless before the man he wanted to serve.

Randy stood up and looked into the beautiful, exotic face of the young man
who was offering himself to him.  Pablo undid the fly buttons of his shorts
and they dropped to his ankles.  He stepped out of them and kicked off his
sneakers.  He stood naked before his master.  And now he lowered his eyes
in submission to the man he worshipped, the man who had rescued him, saved
him, the man he wanted to belong to.

Randy could not believe his eyes, especially at what came next.  He stood
motionless as Pablo slowly sank to his knees.  The young man reached down
and pulled something from the pocket of his discarded shorts.  It was a dog
collar ... a heavy brown, braided leather collar.  With both hands he
reached up and offered the collar to the man towering over him.

Randy understood.  He took the collar, bent down and fastened it around the
young man's neck.  It hung there loosely, like a halter.  Finally Pablo
allowed himself to look up into his master's eyes.

"Thank you, sir."  He cleared his throat.  "Please, sir.  I want to be your
slave, sir.  You are my master, sir.  Please accept me, sir.  I don't
deserve you, sir, I know that.  But I want to learn.  Please teach me."

He fell on all fours, lowered his head and began to lick the boots of the
construction worker standing over him.  Randy gazed down at the beautiful,
naked young man kneeling in submission.  His cock was rigid inside his
jeans and his breathing became ragged.  Finally his deep vice growled.

"Go outside and wait for me."

Pablo stood up and left the room.

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

Randy stared after the door as it closed.  His mind raced with exhilaration
and fear.  He trembled at the thought of the power he had over this
beautiful young man.  Part of him wanted to go outside and fuck the hell
out of that perfect ass, to whip him, hurt him, make him beg.  But he knew
that he could not do that to Pablo.  This kid was different, and for the
first time in his life Randy felt out of his depth.

Finally he went out to the garden and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Oh, God," he breathed.

There was a full moon that night, bathing the garden in a bright, silvery
light.  In the middle of the lawn stood a young man, naked, beautiful,
perfect body, handsome face, his brown skin gleaming in the incandescent
light of the moon.  A collar hung loosely around his neck, his arms hung
straight by his sides and his head was bowed.  Randy felt his knees weaken
as he stood still and watched.

The young man raised his head and gazed at his magnificent master whose
muscular body was outlined under the white T-shirt that gleamed in the
moonlight.  The sight of the glorious man made Pablo's cock burn.  He
remained motionless, hands at his sides, as his cock began to stiffen,
rising slowly until it was rigid, standing straight out from his black
pubic hair.  It was a magical sight, the young man standing at attention
for his master, his cock rigid, his soft, brown skin bathed in the soft
light.

"Pablo," Randy breathed.  "I love you."

"Thank you, sir," and Pablo lowered his head.

Randy walked up to Pablo and took him in his arms, holding him in a tight,
trembling, endless embrace.  Pablo breathed hard as he felt the sinewy
muscles rippling through the tight shirt. Finally Randy pulled away.

"Turn around," he ordered.

As the young man turned the moonlight fell on the firm, round globes of his
incredible ass.  This time it was Randy who fell to his knees, with another
"Oh, God."  He lowered his head to the ass and began to lick the soft,
velvet skin.  His tongue became more frantic until his mouth pressed hard
against the perfect ass.  He lost control and began to bite into the firm
mounds, lightly at first, then chewing harder and harder on the soft skin.
Realizing what he was doing he was about to stop when he heard Pablo shout.

"Yes, sir.  Thank you, sir.  Oh yes, sir!"

Randy was now entering territory that was more familiar to him, taking
control, doing exactly what he wanted without reserve.  He bit harder into
the kid's ass, finally coming to the warm, moist hole and burying his
tongue deep inside.  He lapped hungrily at the velvet skin of the
sphincter, pushing the tip of his tongue into the furnace inside, aware of
the sighs and moans of the young man above him.

Suddenly Randy pulled back, looked at the ass that he now owned and,
without even thinking, slapped it hard with the flat of his hand.  Pablo
yelled, not in pain but in ecstasy.

"Thank you, sir.  Please, sir.  Please use my ass, master.  I beg you,
sir."

The round globes bounced as Randy slapped again and again until the skin
was red with the prints of his palm.  But suddenly he stopped, shook his
head and stood up.  He spun Pablo around and again took him in his arms.
His chest heaved.

"Pablo, I hurt you again.  That's what I was afraid of.  But that's what I
do, kid.  I always play rough, I hurt guys.  But I don't want to hurt you."

"But I want it, sir."  Pablo pulled back and stared into Randy's eyes with
a steady gaze.  "That's what I want, sir.  I worship you, master.  I want
to give you everything you want.  I want to show you how much I love you."
The two men gazed at each other, chests heaving.  Pablo swallowed hard and
spoke again.

"Please, sir.  I beg you.  Tie me up, sir.  I want to be completely at your
mercy.  I want to be helpless."  He voice cracked with a sob.  "I want to
belong to you sir, to be your property.  I want to be your slave, sir."

There was a silence as Randy stared at the earnest, handsome young face.
At last he understood.  As Bob had predicted, this tough, determined kid
would let him know what he wanted.  Randy had always said that he and Pablo
were alike, and suddenly he realized the full truth of this. All Randy had
to do was to be himself, follow his instincts.

Finally he was on familiar ground.  All fear and reticence left him as he
looked at the beautiful man he now owned.  He took charge.  Once again he
was the master of his world.

"OK, kid.  You asked for it!"

He grabbed the dog collar round Pablo's neck and pulled the naked young man
toward the hammock.

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

Pablo lay on his back spread-eagled in the hammock, his arms and legs
stretched to the four corners.  His eyes followed his master as the big
construction worker began to bind his ankles and wrists.  As he worked
Randy spoke.

"OK, kid, this is it.  You do exactly what I order you to do, is that
clear?"

"Sir, I want ..."

Randy slapped his hand hard across Pablo's chest.

"Shut up," he growled.  "Get this straight.  From now on it's not what you
want, it's what I want.  You're here to serve me.  You're my boy.  Got it?"

"Yes, sir.  Thank you, sir."  Pablo felt the blood surge into his cock,
making it stiffer than ever.

Randy stood back and admired his work.  "Try to get free," he ordered.
Tightly bound now Pablo pulled at his restraints, twisting his body with
the effort.  Randy watched the young man writhing in bondage, his sculpted
muscles flexing and straining against the ropes.  The moonlight streamed
through the leaves of the tree above and dappled the gleaming brown skin
with a luminous light.  Randy had rarely seen anything so beautiful and he
shook his head in amazement.  His cock was rigid in his jeans.

Pablo's brown eyes looked up in alarm at his captor as he realized finally
how it felt to be helpless, to be entirely at the mercy of his master.
There was even a moment of panic when he really wanted to get free, causing
him to moan and strain even harder.  Randy saw all of this and spoke to his
prisoner.

"Scared?"

"Yes, sir."

"Now you know how it feels to be absolutely in my power.  I can do anything
to you, and you know I play rough."

"Yes, sir," Pablo stammered.

Randy leaned forward and put his hands over Pablo's bound wrists.  His
steel blue eyes bored into him.  "OK, kid.  I give you one last chance
before I start to work you over.  Say the word and you're free ... like
nothing ever happened."

A new kind of panic gripped Pablo.  "No, no, sir.  Please.  Please don't
untie me.  You're my master, sir.  I want to serve you."

Randy stood back, undid his belt and slid it from his jeans.  He snapped it
taught between his two fists as he stood over the young body that was
motionless now.  Pablo looked up at the spectacular demon-like man towering
over him and braced himself for what was to come.  But there was no pain.
Randy raised the belt, bent forward and placed it lightly across Pablo's
throat, letting it hang there.

He stared down and smiled at the look of relief in the young man's eyes.
"And now, Pablo, I'm gonna fuck your beautiful ass.  It's what you've been
waiting for since the day you first saw me, right?"

"Yes, sir, Pablo breathed.  "Yes please, sir."

"Now, Bob told me that when you were with him you shot your load just
looking at him.  Can't say I blame you for that.  The man is fucking
gorgeous, enough to make anyone cum.  But with me it's different.  You
don't shoot your wad until I give you permission.  Is that clear?"

Pablo swallowed hard. "Yes, sir," he croaked, though he knew that would be
tough as he already felt the blood pounding in his cock at the sight of his
powerful master.  Randy knew this and intended to make the strain of
holding back his orgasm even harder for his slave.  He paused to let the
tension build.

Then he kicked off his boots and, still locking eyes with his captive, he
slowly unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop.  His huge, thick dick sprang
upward, rock hard.  He stepped out of his jeans and stood before the young
man wearing only the white T-shirt hugging the contours of his muscular
chest.  There was another pause before Randy spoke.

"You still want it?" he asked softly.

Almost incapable of speech Pablo managed to croak, "Yes, sir.  Please,
sir."

Rand reached back behind his own neck and pulled at his T-shirt.  Pablo
fell into a kind of hypnotic trance as he watched the white cotton slide
slowly up the body that gleamed in the moonlight.  The ripped abs, the
bulging chest, the wide lats and shoulders all became visible until finally
the shirt came clear and fell to the ground.  Randy stood there in the
dappled moonlight, stripped naked, stunning in his male beauty, ready to
take possession of his slave.

"Oh ... Oh God."  Pablo's breath came in sobs as he gazed at the incredible
sight, and his eyes filled with tears.  He was in a world of enchantment
where only his master mattered.  He narrowed his eyes slightly and the
massive figure, the moonlight streaming behind him, became a demon-like
fantasy, dark, swarthy, his tousled black hair, his muscles gleaming.
Pablo felt that he was about to be possessed, penetrated by the Devil
himself.

As if in a dream Pablo watched the figure approach.  He saw the man raise
his hand to his mouth and he licked his fingers.  The hand was lowered and
Pablo's body jolted as he felt the warm, wet fingers press against his ass.
He moaned as he felt his hole being probed, at first one, then two and
three fingers played softly with the membrane inside his ass.

The fingers withdrew, the man walked closer and Pablo again felt pressure
against his ass, this time by the tip of his master's rod.  Randy too was
in an ecstatic state.  This beautiful young man, the man he had come to
love, the man he wanted as his son, was lying helpless before him.  And his
cock was about to enter that glorious ass, the ass he had first marveled at
weeks ago, the perfect globes that made his cock stiff every time he saw
it.  Now, finally, it was to be his.

"It's time, kid.  It's here.  You want it?"

"Aaah!" was all Pablo could moan as his body trembled uncontrollably in
anticipation.

The moment had finally arrived ... but it was over in a minute!

Slowly Randy pushed his raging dick against the hole and slowly it entered
the warm, moist, tender ass of this beautiful young man.  Pablo closed his
eyes as he felt his master's shaft sliding inside him, pushing deeper and
deeper until it rested against the softness of the deepest recesses of his
gut.

It was too much for Pablo.  He could not hold back.  He was helpless, he
could not think, he had lost all control as he felt the fiery sensation of
this huge cock inside him.  His body started to convulse.  He looked up and
saw the man he worshipped, the god, the devil that now possessed him.  He
pulled helplessly at his restraints as his cock reared up one last time and
erupted.  A huge plume of white liquid shot high into the air and splashed
against the magnificent chest leaning over him.

Randy saw and felt the young man's perfect body jolt and spasm as the
orgasm erupted.  The ass too convulsed, clenching tightly around the thick
rod, almost drawing the semen out of it.  Randy watched the young man's
spectacular climax and felt the ass muscles grip his cock like a vice.  He
was powerless to stop his own cock from exploding inside the soft, warm
ass.  Pablo stared in amazement at the huge body shuddering over him as he
felt the hot liquid pouring deep inside his hole.

**********

Pablo sobbed uncontrollably, part ecstasy, part horror at what had
happened.  Through his sobs he stammered, "I messed up sir.  I'm sorry,
sir.  I came without your permission.  I couldn't help it, sir.  What ...
what will you do to me sir?"  And in a panic, "Please don't leave me."

Randy smiled down at the distraught face.  "Take it easy, kid.  Don't beat
yourself up.  I shot my load too, so it's OK.  There's only one way I'm
gonna punish you. "

"Yes, sir?"

"Now that the first orgasm it out of the way, now I'm really gonna fuck
your ass."

Pablo suddenly realized that he was still rock hard and that the dick
inside his ass was also still rigid.  His eyes opened wider as he felt the
rod start to move in him.  He watched the huge body flex over him as his
hole was invaded even deeper than before.  The sensation became incredible,
his ass was on fire and his mind began to swim as he again narrowed his
eyes and saw the fantasy image of his master, stunning in the gleaming
moonlight.

As the rhythmic pounding gathered strength both men entered a world where
there was only one focus ... Pablo on the piston in his ass, Randy on the
fire burning in his rigid shaft.  As they gazed at each other the image
they saw was no longer of the man they knew.  They were strangers.

Randy saw a beautiful young man moaning with pleasure, his exotic features
bathed in the joy of total surrender.  Pablo looked up and saw a vision of
supreme masculinity, a dark force that had totally overpowered him, had
penetrated him, a dark demon who owned him body and soul and was now taking
possession of his ass.

As he pushed his cock slowly in and out of the young body trembling before
him Randy moaned.  "Man, your ass feels incredible.  It's setting my cock
on fire.  I'm burning up inside your hole.  Look at me, man.  Tell me what
you see."

"Aaah," Pablo groaned.  "I see my master.  You own me sir.  You are so
beautiful, sir.  I'll do anything for you.  Please, sir, do whatever you
want with me.  I'm your property ... I'm your slave, sir.  Please, sir ..."
he raised his voice, "please hurt me."

Randy gazed at the pleading face and leaned forward, placing his hands over
the heaving chest.  He brought his fingers to the hard nipples and squeezed
them tight.  Pablo opened his eyes and groaned,

"Oh yes, sir.  Oh, that feels great.  Oh please, sir.  Harder sir."

Randy's eyes narrowed and he began to twist the nipples more and more
savagely.  He felt the hard skin became tender, sore, burning under the
onslaught of his fingers.  He brought his nails to the tips of the nipples
and as they bit savagely into them he heard the young man's screams.  He
saw the beautiful face thrash from side to side as the features twisted in
an ecstasy of pain.  The sight made him twist harder until the nipples were
raw."

Pablo was in a delirium.  He had felt pain before in his life but never
like this.  It wasn't really pain at all.  It was an extreme sensation that
was neither pain nor pleasure.  Its intensity set his whole body on fire,
sent jolts of electricity radiating from his burning chest through his
entire being.  As he looked up at the beautiful man torturing him his body
bucked and strained, pulling at the ropes binding him.  His mind was in a
whirl of confusion.  He desperately wanted to get free ...  no, he didn't
want to be free ... he never wanted to be free again.  He wanted to be
bound, tortured by this man forever.

And suddenly it stopped.  As the pain in his chest diminished he opened his
eyes and saw that Randy was still there.  He realized too that the hard rod
was still sliding rhythmically in and out of his ass.  His body was still
on fire as he gazed up at his master.  A smile came to Randy's face and he
said,

"There's one more thing I want."

"Anything, sir."

"I want you to love me, Pablo."

Pablo's eyes closed again and he threw his head back.  When he recovered he
look straight into Randy's piercing blue eyes.  "I love you, sir.  More
than anything in the world.  I love looking at you, feeling you, feeling
your cock in my ass, giving myself to you, sir.  I love it when you hurt
me.  I love you, master.  Please"

"Now, kid, I'm gonna show you how much I love you."

The smile left his face and the pounding of the ass gathered speed.  Soon
he was really hammering the burning hole, fucking as he really liked to
fuck, hard, brutal, punishing the ass that he owned.  This was Randy in his
own world, the savage demon who showed his love through pain.  His hard rod
plunged deeper and deeper, battering the soft insides of the young man's
ass.

As he watched the bound body jolted by the piston inside him, saw the
frenzy in the young man's face he realized he was losing Pablo and he had
to bring him back.  Pablo was in a twilight world and in the far distance
he heard a low voice calling him.  "Pablo.  Hey, kid.  Come back to me."
Pablo opened his eyes and saw the most tender, loving smile he had ever
seen.

"It's time, kiddo.  You want to shoot don't you?"

"Please, sir.  I beg you.  Let me cum for you."

With a mighty heave Randy plunged his dick hard against the innermost part
of the furnace.  He said quietly, simply, "OK, kid.  Shoot your load now."

Instantly Pablo erupted with another stream of cum, this time bathing his
own chest and face with the creamy liquid.  And he felt his master's juice
pouring into his body, saw the muscular torso flex and heave over him, saw
the steel blue eyes piercing his very soul.  Then he passed out.

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

As if in a dream Pablo was dimly aware of his wrists and ankles being
untied.  He thought he felt the collar being removed from his neck. Then
suddenly he had a sensation of being alone.  In the panic of desertion he
opened his eyes, but he was soothed by the sound of a voice.  "Over here."

As life began to flow back through his body the boy raised his head.  There
in the middle of the lawn lay the spectacular naked body of his master,
gleaming in the bright moonlight.  Slowly, painfully, Pablo raised himself
out of the hammock and stood up unsteadily.

"Come here to me."

He walked over to his master.

"Lie down."

He lay next to Randy and quickly recovered his senses, relaxing in the warm
closeness of the man he revered.  After a while Randy turned his head and
smiled.  "You OK, kiddo?"

"Terrific," Pablo sighed.  "How did I do sir?"

"You did great, kid."

"Thank you sir."  He turned toward Randy with a cheeky grin.  "Just
checking, sir."

"You little fucker," Randy laughed.  He grabbed him and they rolled
together over the grass, hugging, kissing, laughing in the joyful release
of shared emotion.  They were exhausted.  Finally they lay together, naked
in the hot night.  Pablo turned over and pressed his back against the
sinewy chest of his master.  His ass was resting against his cock, which
stirred and became hard.  Instinctively Randy slid his rod between the
cheeks and deep inside the moist hole.

In a few minutes they were still.  If anyone had come into the garden they
would have seen two beautiful, naked men, sleeping peacefully, curled up
together, one with his cock inside the other.  And that's how they stayed
all night, bathed in the soft light of the full moon.

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The same full moon was shining down on Darius and Mark.  Darius had clung
to the big body of the muscular cop as the Harley sped out of town.  They
had driven fast, high up into the Angeles Forest, and finally turned off
onto the bumpy dirt road until they reached the silent lake.  Now they
stood at the water's edge and marveled at the expanse of water shimmering
in the bright moonlight.

It was still warm even up this high and Mark shook off his shirt, stripping
down to the white tank stretched over his magnificent torso.  He put his
arm around the young man. "Well, we're all alone up here for the whole
weekend, just the two of us.  Happy, kid?"

Darius smiled up at him.  "It's like a fantasy."

Mark smiled.  "Is that so?  You know what Bob calls you?"

"No, sir."

"The King of Fantasy."  Darius laughed.  Mark turned to him and grinned.
"Maybe we should put that to the test, see if Bob's right."

"Whatever you say, sir"

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At that moment Bob was gazing at the same full moon through the window of
his suite at the Ritz Carlton in San Francisco.  He was in a good mood,
having been given great news by the board of his company.  But his mind was
on the house in the hills back in Los Angeles.

He stripped naked and fell into bed.  "I wonder how the guys are doing?" he
thought.  He tried to imagine Randy and Pablo in the house, and Darius and
Mark by the lake.  His hand went to his cock as he focused on the image of
Randy, perhaps even now pounding Pablo's ass.  It didn't take long for him
to shoot his load under the fine cotton sheets.

"Can't wait to see them on Sunday," he thought, just before he drifted off
into a dream-filled sleep.

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TO BE CONTINUED IN  "A Trial Of Strength ... Part 33"