Date: Tue, 1 Nov 2016 22:46:26 -0400
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 335  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 335
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:

The identical twins prove their powers of seduction and domination to Zack.
The other men watch as the rugged black leather-master submits to the
beautiful young twins double-teaming him.  "We share everything equally,
sir – especially an ass."  The twins give an erotic display of their
love for each other.  "They are each other's mirror – they see what the
other sees, feel what he feels, love what he loves."


CHAPTER 335 – "THE TWINS RULE"


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

The tribe's house was much quieter than usual.  The senior boys were away
on an out-of-town trip, the junior boys were at the homes of their
respective masters, which left only the five senior men in the house –
the boss Randy, his lover Bob, the cop Mark, the leatherman Zack, and the
Aussie Adam – plus the twins, Kyle and Kevin, to take care of them.

While the five men gathered for lunch by the pool the beautiful identical
twins were in their favorite place (the kitchen), doing what they loved
most (cooking), with the man they loved best (each other).  They were the
boys of the handsome co-founder of the tribe, Bob, whom they idolized, so
when they heard, "Hi, guys, how are things going?" they looked up and
beamed identical smiles as Bob walked in.

"Thought I should see if you need any help in here.  I want this to be a
special `senior-men' meal, guys ... and you'll join us, of course.
Anything I can do?"

"We pretty much have everything under control." Kevin said.  "Healthy,
filling, gourmet food to satisfy the appetite of any senior man ... even
ours."  Kyle added, "Though now you mention it, sir, those carrots on the
counter there need cutting."

"I'm your man," Bob smiled and set about his task with gusto.  He loved
this, working with his handsome boys in their kitchen, seeing them so
confident, relaxed ... and so happy.  But, even though he was their master
and one of the tribe's bosses, there was no doubt who were the rulers of
this little kingdom, and they didn't hesitate to throw out orders.

"No, no, that's all wrong," said Kyle.  "Not big chunks like that ... you
need to julienne them."

"Uh?"

"Julienne means cutting them in thin strips like this," and he demonstrated
to a flummoxed Bob.  But Kevin interceded.  "Oh never mind.  Here, maybe
you should just take care of the risotto.  It just needs continuous
stirring – all there is to it.  Hard to screw that up ... sir," he
grinned.

"Even for a klutz like me, eh?" Bob smiled.  "Hey, tough room.  I'm glad
I'm not a kitchen assistant to chefs like you two."

"But you are, sir, right now.  So keep stirring, slowly, and don't stop."

"Aye-aye, sir."  Suitably chastened and put in his place by his own boys
the handsome alpha male smiled to himself as he stirred per instructions
– and caught the mischievous glances between the twins.

After his task was complete and before he left the kitchen Bob had a quick
word with the boys, reassuring them that, although they were the only boys
in a group of horny senior men, nothing was expected of them that they did
not want to do.

The twins exchanged quick smiles and Kyle said, "Thank you for saying that
sir, but we already discussed it and we know exactly what we're going to
do."

"I bet you do," Bob chuckled.  "I love you guys."

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

After the meal was served the twins took their place at table.
Conversation flowed as freely as the wine, and the men held nothing back in
the presence of the twins.  The boys joined in almost as equals, voicing
their opinion on many of the topics discussed with no inhibitions or
hesitation.

Bob flashed a smile at Randy, who knew that Bob considered their
self-confidence to be the ultimate sign of their undeniable manhood.  No
fists, no yelling or boasting, just supreme self-assurance holding their
own in the company of men.

In fact, halfway through the meal they coolly dealt with what could have
been an embarrassing moment.  Randy, well lubricated with wine, was known
for speaking before he thought.  "Well, guys, our boys are off doing their
own thing, no doubt fucking each other in a senior-boy orgy instead of
getting fucked by us.  So what ya'll gonna do to get your rocks off?  All
we got today is the gorgeous twins here and they can't take on all you guys
at once."

In the uneasy silence Bob shot a warning glance at Randy who raised his
palms in the air and said, "Oops, there he goes again ... every time the
dumb gypsy opens his mouth he puts his big hoof in it.  Sorry, boys, my
words didn't exactly come out the way they went in."

But the twins smiled serenely, taking it all in stride, and rescued the
moment.  "No problem, sir" Kyle said.  "You know that Kevin and I always
plan a meal to the last detail, not only the food but the entertainment
too."  As always the boys spoke in sequence, completing each other's
sentences, and Kevin spoke next.

"Yes, sir," he said, "and we already foresaw the problem you refer to.  We
agree that it would be difficult – though not impossible – to
accommodate all you gentlemen with, shall we say, extra services – or as
Randy would put it, to help you all `get your rocks off'."  Bob snickered
quietly and the others grinned at this subtle put-down of the boss.

Kyle took over.  "We would be privileged to offer ourselves to any of you
gentlemen, but in the interest of fairness and impartiality we thought that
the only solution was to draw lots so that one of the masters will do us
the honor of using our bodies for the entertainment of the others.  That
is, if you all agree."

The men all looked at Bob as the natural arbiter of his boys' rather
radical suggestion.  He frowned at first, then looked at the twins, at
their smiling, eager faces, and realized they were even more in control of
the situation than they let on.  His face broke into a smile and he said,
"Boys, I think it's a great idea.  If that's what you want, go for it."

"Thank you, sir."  Kevin reached over to a side table and picked up a small
silver bowl.  "We already prepared this bowl as you see, sirs."  He tilted
it toward them so they could see the folded pieces of paper inside.  "Five
slips of paper each with a name on it – simple as that."  He held it up
high and said, "Brother, will you do the honors?"

Kyle reached up and fumbled in the bowl as suspense settled over the group.
He pulled out a folded slip of paper and held it in the air.  The tension
built as the masters focused on the boys, each man trying to anticipate
what he would do with the twins if selected.  The brothers delayed the
moment of truth by unfolding the paper, looking at it and smiling at each
other.

"This is as bad as the damn Oscars," Randy blurted.  "Come on, guys, who
the fuck is it?"

"Sorry, sir, but we had to milk the moment," Kevin smiled.  "OK, without
further ado ... here goes.  And the winner is ..."  They held up the paper
so the others could read it.

"The winner is ... Zack!"

During the ensuing commotion round the table Bob surreptitiously reached
behind him to the side table where Kevin had replaced the bowl.  A quick
look was enough to confirm his suspicions. Every slip of paper bore the
name Zack.

Bob looked up, smiled at his boys and touched his fingers to his forehead,
saluting their devious ploy.  Just like their master, the twins were in
total control.  Of course they were.


********************* Chapter 335 *********************

The men congratulated Zack heartily but the leather-master looked
uncomfortable.  He smiled weakly at the twins and said, "Guys, you are two
of the sexiest guys around, and the fact that your beauty is `times two'
makes you even more irresistible.  Bob is a lucky man to have you as his
boys and it would be an honor for any man to fuck you.  But ... I don't
think it should be me.

There were looks of surprise round the table.  "See, don't get me wrong,
I'm real flattered.  But all you guys know me – a rough construction
worker who's into leather, bondage and all that shit.  Man, I play real
rough – just ask Darius – but you guys deserve something more refined
and subtle than me."

Zack grinned.  "One time when we'd both drunk too much – remember buddy?
– Bob told me some of the things he does with you boys when he visits
your bedroom, and it made me cream my jeans just hearing about it.  That's
what you deserve, kids, a gorgeous muscle-god like him who can turn you on
just by looking at you with those soft brown eyes, a guy who can make
tender love to you and wrap his arms round you while you sleep."

He shrugged.  "That's not me, kids.  I don't do tender.  Like I said, I
play rough and I'm afraid I would hurt you.  That's the last thing I would
want to risk with beautiful boys like you, and it would be an insult to a
man I love and respect, my buddy Bob."

It was a long speech for the normally taciturn Zack and it surprised and
moved everyone, testifying to the honor and decency of a man known as a
tough leather-master.  Bob grabbed his hand.  "Thanks for saying that,
Zack.  You're a prince among men."

"But you see, sir," Kevin said smilingly to Zack, "it wouldn't be like that
at all.  My brother and I may look kinda soft and fragile sometimes, but
under the surface that's not us at all.  We're not Bob's boys for nothing."
Kyle added, "We guarantee you won't hurt us, sir.  We always know just what
we're doing."

Zack looked questioningly at Bob who grinned, "They do, too.  Just go with
the flow, buddy."

"Well, that's settled," said Kyle decisively.  "But that's for later –
after dessert.  Now how about some peach cobbler, sirs?  It's a recipe we
got from Danny up at the Grady House – orchard-fresh peaches, low-fat
pastry."

Kevin explained, "You know Danny's a master pastry chef and he's always
serving up great desserts to Grady and Mario.  They love them more than
anything ... except for each other," he grinned.  "It's in the oven already
... we'll just go and get it.  Take us ten minutes."

They ran off, taking the dirty dishes with them, and Randy laughed, "Shit,
talk about changing the subject – from rough sex to peach cobbler in
under three seconds.  Hard to keep up with those boys of yours, Bob."

"Well my head's spinning," said Zack.  "What am I letting myself into?  I
guess the real question is, what have I got to lose?"

"No, mate," Adam said in his Aussie drawl.  "The real question is, what
have you got to gain?"

"A whole lot, I'd say," said Mark.  "Those kids sure looked happy it was
your name that came out of the bowl."

Bob looked around the table.  "Er, yeah, about that ... I think in all
fairness and honesty I should give you an idea of just how in control the
twins are ... and don't let those angelic faces fool you.  They know what
they want and they go for it – by hook or by crook.  This time it was by
crook."

Bob put the silver bowl on the table and let each man pull out a slip of
paper.  Laughter erupted round the table as they realized that each slip
bore the name `Zack'.  Randy laughed loudest of all and pounded his hand on
the table.  "Son of a bitch, I love those guys – right out of my own
playbook ... just go for it and to hell with the rules."

Zack looked pleased.  "Hey, that means the twins really wanted me."  Then
he frowned.  "You think that's a good or a bad thing?"

"Guess we'll soon find out," Mark said.  "Have another drink, Zack.  You're
gonna need it."

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

The peach crumble was a great success, greeted so enthusiastically that it
chased thoughts of the upcoming entertainment from their minds – well
almost.

Zack saw the twins in a new light – two gorgeous, identical boys so
intent on having sex with him that they had resorted to conniving methods
to ensure that it happened.  He had never done anything sexual with them
before because they were so different from him, a whole different flavor
– vanilla to his chocolate – white linen to his black leather.

But on the whole he was feeling better about the whole thing.  It was
ironic that the boys' gentle assertiveness was needed to overcome the
leather-master's hesitation.  He was sure now that he would not hurt the
twins – because they had told him so.  That was enough.

Eventually, after second- and third-helpings of dessert, the meal was over
and the twins cleared the table, leaving only wine bottles and glasses,
then bringing out coffee and brandy.  The men, well lubricated with liquor,
settled back comfortably to watch the show.  All except Zack who wondered
what came next.  Was he supposed to take the lead?

No, he wasn't.  That question was answered by the twins who smilingly took
the floor and addressed the men.  Kyle went first.  "Gentlemen, we wanted
to bring you something different from your everyday fuck and suck routine
– not just two identical brothers getting fucked by a leather
muscle-god."

"Not that there's anything wrong with that, mate," laughed Adam.

"Certainly not," smiled Kevin, "as a basic theme. But we thought we should,
er, dress it up a little – maybe add a touch of the fantasy this tribe
specializes in."  He looked at Zack.  "So sir, we would like you to
accompany us over to your house so we can make our entrance from there."

Kyle grinned.  "After all, making an entrance is something else the tribe
specializes in."

Zack hesitated again but the rowdy consensus round the table was that he
should go for it.  Mark laughed, "Like you said, dude, what have you got to
lose?"

"I guess we'll find out," Zack smiled.  He got up and led the twins to his
house across the street.

"Have you got any idea what they're up to, mate?" Adam asked Bob.

"Nope, none at all.  They don't tell me everything, you know.  They like to
surprise me.  They're good a surprises."

"Yeah, something they learned from you, buddy," Randy grinned.  "Well my
money's on the boys.  That stunt they pulled to set this up impressed the
hell out of me."

"And don't let those placid polite appearances fool you," Bob said.  "Those
boys have hidden depths.  They've let me see a few of them in the past and
I reckon we're about to see more."

As they drank, the men traded ever more elaborate theories of what the boys
had in store for Zack, when suddenly the gate opened and their questions
were answered.

"Holy shit," said Randy.

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

It was like a scene from a low-budget porn video – a macho black
leatherman wearing only boots and leather chaps, no pants, bare-assed, his
huge dick swinging free between his legs.  Behind him were the twins, buck
naked, arms stretched in front of them, led by Zack with ropes tied round
their wrists.

Mark smiled, "Huh, pretty standard so far ... leather-master captures two
gorgeous boys, identical twins, drags them to his lair where he's gonna
fuck the shit out of them in turn.  So what else is new?"

"Too right, mate," drawled Adam.  "Been there, done that."

"Let's just wait and see, eh guys?" Bob chuckled.  He saw Randy tense
instinctively.  "And no springing to the boys' rescue, Randy.  I have a
feeling they can take care of themselves."

When they reached the center of the lawn Zack said, "OK, boys, before I
butt-fuck you both you're gonna make your master good and ready."

"Yes, sir," they said obediently in unison and held out their wrists to be
released.  When Zack untied them Kyle fetched a blanket they had previously
stowed nearby and they both spread it on the lawn in full view of the
intrigued group of men at the table.

"Please, sir."  They stood symmetrically one on each side of the blanket,
one arm stretched downward extending an invitation for Zack to lie on the
ground.  "Right," Zack said, "let's see what you got, serving your master."
He lay on his back on the blanket in his leather chaps and boots, his upper
body bare, ebony muscles gleaming in the sun.  With his strong, square-cut
features and shaved head he was the iconic leather master giving orders to
his boys.

"Hm, Zack sure seems to be getting off on this," Adam said.

"Wouldn't you?" grinned Mark.  "Displaying your macho dominance to you
buddies, with two gorgeous boys obeying your orders?"

The boys were getting into it too as they knelt one on each side of him.
Only Bob noticed the brief glance that shot between them, their silent way
of communicating with each other.  Yes, he smiled to himself, the twins
could take care of themselves.

>From each side the twins leaned down and, working in rhythmic harmony,
kissed Zack's smooth, ebony skin, then licked it – between the ridges of
his washboard abs, up the cleft between his solid pecs – and then
flicked their tongues at his hard nipples.  "Mmm," Zack groaned, linking
his hands behind his head and watching the two beautiful faces work on him.

"Yeah, make that body feel good, boys.  Work on it ... make my dick good
and hard so I can give those asses the treatment they deserve."

The boys obeyed, redoubling their efforts, lightly biting the nipples, then
turning their attention to his arms and kissing his biceps.  His hands were
still locked behind his head, elbows bent, putting his armpits on full
view.  The twins glanced at each other with a trace of a smile, and buried
their faces in his pits, savoring the smell and taste of his damp wiry
hair.

Zack was moaning now, giving himself up to the tender ministrations of the
sensuous twins.  They pulled their faces off his arms then licked his
stubbled chin ... and kissed his lips, both of them probing his mouth with
their tongues.  He removed his hands from behind his head and ran his
fingers through their tousled hair while they kissed and licked his lips.

When they pulled off Zack's mouth they turned their heads and kissed each
other inches from Zack's dazzled eyes.  "Holy shit," he groaned, "that's
fucking incredible, kids."  He flexed his muscles as he felt his cock
stiffen, and stretched his arms above his head on the ground, looking like
a muscular black prisoner stretched on the rack.  He closed his eyes and
surrendered himself to the erotic sensation of the twins' sexual talents.

The warm, sensual mouths moved down his body and he felt tongues flicking
at the head of his cock.  They licked the length of his shaft, then
suddenly one mouth was over the head.  As Zack's cock slid into the warm
mouth he groaned, "Oh man, that feels amazing.  Suck your master's dick,
boy, take it all the way down."  And while one brother sucked his cock the
other sucked his nipples.

"Gentlemen," Bob said quietly to the other three men, "you are watching the
gentle art of seduction.  And these boys are experts – I should know."

"Hell," Mark said, "they should be ... like all the boys they've had
lessons from Eddie, the master cock-sucker of all time.  When that kid
worked at the leather bar in the desert he spent so many hours on his knees
he created techniques that were so new he could have taken out a patent."
They laughed quietly, but suddenly they were stunned into silence by what
came next.

Kevin worked Zack's cock using all the tricks Eddie had taught him,
bringing him to the cusp of orgasm, then leaving him in the exquisite
frustration of orgasm denied as he paused and exhaled warm breath over the
trembling cock.

By now Zack was in a state of nirvana, totally in thrall to the sensuous
nurturing by the twins, so when he felt Kevin pull off his cock he moaned
in a trance, "Don't stop ... feels so good.  Suck me, boy ... suck your
master's dick."

Zack was distracted by the other twin, Kyle, rolling his nipples harder in
his fingertips, even his finger nails, so he was only dimly aware of his
leather-clad legs being raised in the air.  But he was jolted back to
reality when Kevin's cock suddenly, without warning, plunged deep in his
ass.

"Aaagh!  No!  Fuck you, boy.  Pull out ... that's an order, or I'll fucking
... mmm ..."

His words were stifled by Kyle's mouth clamping down on his in a churning
kiss that forced Zack to respond with his own tongue sliding against the
boy's.  Kevin fucked gently while Kyle kissed tenderly and once again the
leatherman was tamed.

When Kyle felt Zack relax and his resistance weaken he pulled off his mouth
and shifted position.  He moved behind his head leaned forward and arched
over him, only his hands and feet touching the ground, his cock pointing
straight down at his mouth.  Looking up Zack saw the golden-tanned body
stretched over him, saw the young stiff cock inches from his face ... and
he opened his mouth in a final act of spellbound surrender to the twins.

The rest was inevitable.  Kyle lowered his hips and his stiff cock sank
easily into Zack's open mouth and down his throat.  The macho
leather-master was now getting butt-fucked and face-fucked by the twins
– generally known for their politeness, gentleness ... and culinary
skills.  They had dipped their toes (and their cocks) into the rough, tough
world of leather, and come out on top ... in every sense of the word.

"Wow, good on ya, mates," Adam murmured, stroking the bulge in his shorts
as he watched the leatherman get double-fucked, leather chaps and boots
pushed high in the air.  "Now there's a turn-up for the books.  Didn't see
that coming.  But I guess they had it all planned – they wanted him
bare-assed in chaps, so they could get to his ass and dick.  One thing I
don't understand, though, is why Zack didn't fight back.  He's a natural
fighter, an alpha stud who would never let himself be overpowered like
that."

"Nah," Randy said, with a hint of pride, "you don't know those twins like I
do.  I taught them how to defend themselves and told them the first rule is
to scope out your opponent's weakness.  And they found Zack's – his love
and respect for them.  He said right here that he would never hurt them.
Sure, Zack is as tough as they come – he could beat any man in a fight
– even me sometimes.  But he would never hurt a hair of those boys'
heads and they know it.  They know that's why he would never fight back."

Bob grinned, "Yeah that, plus he's having a helluva good time.  Why fight
that?"

And Zack was not fighting at all.  Bob was right, he was having a hell of a
great time, feeling Kevin pounding his ass while Kyle's pre-cum dribbled
into the back of his throat.  The twins were smiling at each other, their
faces close as Kyle arched over Zack's body and Kevin leaned forward
between his legs.  The tableau was complete as their mouths touched and
locked in a loving, decidedly un-fraternal kiss while they fucked the
leatherman beneath them.

It was too much for Zack who reached down and stroked his rock-hard cock.
He needed to cum.  But Kevin batted his hand away and said, "Not yet, sir.
My brother hasn't had his turn yet.  It's a rule we have ... we share
everything equally ... especially an ass."

Suddenly they were off him, both standing over him stroking their cocks.
As Zack looked up at them, with the sun behind them creating an aura round
them, the smiling boys looked angelic and he would have done anything they
asked for.  "Sir, it is my turn at your ass," Kyle said, "but I would like
to make it easy for you.  I would consider it an honor if you would sit on
my cock sir."

Zack watched Kyle's youthful muscles ripple as he sank to his knees and lay
flat on his back on the ground.  Zack scrambled to his feet and stood
astride Kyle's chest.  The boys looked up at the shirtless muscle-god,
boots planted on the ground, his long black cock standing stiff out of his
leather chaps.  "Please, sir," Kyle smiled seductively.

Zack sank to his knees over the boy and lowered his hips so his ass slid
easily over his cock.  "Oh yeah," he groaned, your cock feels so good in my
ass, boy."

"Please, sir.  Would you kiss me?"

Willingly Zack leaned forward and marveled at the serene, handsome young
face as he bent closer and closer and felt the warm, sensuous lips touch
his.  His hips moved slowly up and down on the boy's cock while their
mouths explored each other.  Once again Zack was lulled into an ecstatic
trance as he made love to this exquisite boy.

Then suddenly ... "Aaagh."  His head jerked back as he felt another cock
forcing its way into his ass, sliding against Kyle's.  He was getting
double fucked by these beautiful boys ... identical faces, identical cocks!
At first the pain was intense and reflexively Zack started to object but
Kyle looked up at him with a broad smile.  "Please relax, sir.  This was
inevitable.  As my brother said, we share everything equally ... especially
an ass."

Inevitable.  Suddenly Zack realized that this had all been inevitable,
right up to this stunning climax.  He had been seduced and subdued by these
bewitching brothers – overwhelmed not by fists and physical strength,
but by tenderness, affection ... and sensual beauty.  Submission was
unfamiliar to a powerful man like Zack but now he surrendered willingly and
moaned, "Oh yeah.  Fuck me, boys, both of you.  My ass is yours."

The four men at the table stood up and watched in disbelief as the scene
unfolded.  They came forward and stood round them, stroking their cocks as
they gazed down at the amazing sight of the rugged leather master getting
fucked in the ass by both handsome young twins at once.

As they fucked gently Kevin kissed Zack's neck from behind, then looked
over his shoulder at Kyle smiling up at him from the ground.  Zack suddenly
flashed on one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen.  As he stared
down at Kyle he saw in his eyes the reflection of his brother.  One
stunning boy reflected in the eyes of his identical twin.  And both their
cocks were inside him!

As the cocks moved in unison, sliding on top of each other deep in the
leatherman's ass, Zack moaned, "I gotta, cum ... it feels so damn hot ... I
gotta bust my load."

"When we hear the magic word, sir," Kyle smiled mischievously.

"OK, guys ... I give up ... I need to cum so bad.  Fuck me ... please
... alright, I submit!"

The twins exchanged a smile of triumph and their cocks pistoned against
each other inside Zack until the climax came with the boys both shouting,
"We love you, sir!"  Zack's body bucked and his muscles tensed, as he felt
semen pouring inside him from two cocks, and his own erupted over his own
chest and face.

They were dimly aware of streams of jism raining down on them from the four
men staring at one of the most incredible sights they had seen – the
musclehunk black leather master submitting to the flawless twins as they
double-teamed him.  They had lived up to their rule of sharing everything
equally ... especially an ass.

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

The four men applauded loudly and stepped back as Zack rose up off the two
dicks, stood up and pulled the twins to their feet.  Dripping with cum he
held his arms out wide, wrapped them round the boys and flashed a gleaming
smile.  "Un-fucking-believable," he said.  "Man did I walk into that honey
trap!  Hey Bob, any chance you're looking for a buyer for these two studs.
Name your price."

Bob laughed.  "Like they say in the commercials, Zack – two identical,
gorgeous golden boys ... priceless!  Not for sale, buddy.  They belong to
me, and always will."

"Damn, well at least let me give them a reward.  Come with me, kids, I've
got a present for you."

They flashed a triumphant smile at Bob and followed Zack through the gate
and across the street to his house, leaving behind a stunned group of men,
shaking their cocks dry and stuffing them back in their shorts.  "So, not
bad eh, guys?" said Bob beaming with pride.  "Told you they were full of
surprises."

"They knew what they were doing right from the get go," Mark said.

"Well, some of it they made up as they went along," Bob said, "but they
have this way of communication with their eyes ... like they can read each
other's thoughts.  They're closer than any two guys I've ever seen.
They've spent their whole young lives fighting to stay together, even
though people wanted to separate them."

"Well that ain't never gonna happen," Randy growled.  "Anyone tries a stunt
like that they'll have to trash me first, and that ain't never gonna happen
either."

They all smiled at Randy knowing he was deadly serious.  Bob's boys were
part of the family and nobody messed with Randy's family.

Just then Zack came back with a broad smile on his face.  "I gave them
their birthday presents early.  Just wait `til you see this."  He sat at
the table with them and Adam poured brandy all round.  Randy raised his
glass and said, "A toast to our buddy Zack, the unbeaten leather stud who
just got beaten by a couple of sexy young brothers – and not a punch was
thrown.  Next time I fight you, big guy, I'll try and remember some of
their moves."

They were drinking an exuberant toast when they froze, glasses still raised
in the air.  "Holy fucking shit," Randy said.  "I don't believe it."

The boys came through the gate, striding in lockstep.  Zack's present had
been leather outfits – boots, tight leather pants and black leather
vests flapping open over their chests.  It should have looked incongruous
on two polite, mild-mannered boys like this, but they rose to the occasion
and carried it off like seasoned leather boys.

"You like, sir?" Kyle asked Bob as they held out their arms to the side
showing themselves off.

Bob had never seen the twins like this – he was used to their usual
white shorts and T-shirts – and these leather outfits created a whole
new image of raw masculinity.  The vests accentuated their muscularity and
they instinctively clenched their square jaws and their fists.  "You look
... you look amazing," Bob said.  "Real tough ... almost kinda scary."

"Good," Kevin chuckled.  "Be very afraid, guys."  (Bob noted the temporary
lack of `sirs'.)

"Zack," Mark grinned, "that is a perfect gift for the boys, especially
after what they did to you – like two leather boys double teaming their
master.  Hell, I want my boy Jamie looking like this.  Gets my fantasy
wheels spinning – the blond surfer becomes a macho leather stud."

"Bloody brilliant, mates," Adam agreed.  "And I know a thing or two about
the leather world after spending all those nights in the Sydney leather
bars when I lived there.  Hell, if I'd walked into a bar and seen two hot
young blokes looking like that I'd have told you ... no, I would have asked
you to come home with me to my private leather room."

Kyle said, "And we would have said ..." they spoke in unison ... "'Yes
please, sir'."

Randy had been silent thus far but now said, "The look is great, guys, but
you gotta have the attitude to go with it.  Someday soon I'll take you to
the gym downstairs and show you what I mean."  He glanced at Bob.  "That
is, if Bob agrees."

Bob laughed.  "Boys, that's what Pablo calls Randy's `butch-it-up' training
– essential for anyone in macho gear like that.  I agree, provided I get
to watch and bust a load – or two – while I do."

"Talking of the gym, sir," Kevin asked Randy, "could we get your permission
after lunch to go down there ... just the two of us?"  They both blushed.

"Guys," Randy said, "here's `butch lesson' number one.  When two leather
guys look as hot as you do now, you don't ask a man for permission ... you
just tell him!"

"Thank you, sir," they said in unison, absorbing the advice solemnly.
Kevin looked at Bob and said, "And would it be OK if we ..."  Kyle
interrupted by clearing his throat.  "What my brother was saying was that
we are gonna wear these outfits for the rest of the meal, sir."

"Whether I like it or not, eh?" Bob chuckled.  "Well I do like ... of
course I do."

"See, sir," Kevin said, "it's a kind of rehearsal.  Uncle Mike in the
desert wants to hire us to cater a party he's giving at his house for all
his leather buddies from the bar.  We would like to do it – it's great
money – but we were not sure what we would wear.  Now we are sure
... thanks to Zack."

"Perfect," Bob smiled.  "Only thing is if you serve those guys looking like
that they're gonna want you for dessert."

"Not when they see the real dessert we have planned for them," Kyle
laughed.  "Another of Danny's special recipes.  Not even we could compete
with that, leather boys or not."

Amid a gale of laughter they took their places at the table and Randy
poured brandy for them.  As Bob's boys they had been accepted as full
members of the group right from the start of the meal.  But after their
stunning performance with Zack – and their macho look now – they were
treated with increased respect based on the revelation of what Bob had
earlier called their "hidden depths".

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

The meal was starting to wind down and the twins `rehearsal' service was
much admired.  In their leather pants, boots and black leather vests they
maintained their air of authority along with their poised, deferential
service.  It was a seemingly paradoxical combination, tough to pull off,
but the twins achieved it flawlessly as they replenished drinks and cleared
away used dishes and glasses.

Bob watched them with pride and Adam said, "Well they'll sure be the stars
of that show when they serve dinner to all those leather blokes in the
desert.  Like you said, they're good enough to eat.  You sure they'll be
OK?"

"Sure they will," Randy asserted confidently.  "Mike will take care of them
... I'd trust any of our boys with that guy.  I'll have a word with him
before they go.  Him and me speak the same language."

Bob smiled to himself.  `Not always you didn't,' he thought, recalling how
Randy had once quarreled with Mike, slugged him and spent the next few
weeks making amends.  But Bob knew he was right about Mike taking care of
the twins.  He wouldn't have let them go otherwise.

While they drank the last of the brandy it was clear that Zack and Adam had
something going on as they chatted quietly with each other.

As Adam had mentioned earlier he was a leather enthusiast from way back,
and when he strolled into any one of the leather bars in Sydney all heads
turned.  In his full gear the tall, handsome, muscular Aussie was an iconic
leather master and had his pick of the admiring crowd.  The twins were not
alone when they had said earlier that if he chose them in a bar their
response would have been an eager "Yes please, sir."

And Adam had been totally turned on watching Zack bare-assed in chaps
getting worked over and double-fucked by the twins.  So it came as no
surprise when they both stood up and Zack said, "Looks like we're gonna
love you and leave you guys.  Adam's coming over to my place for a while."

"Yeah," Adam grinned, "Zack's gonna show me a few rope tricks, and I'll
show him a few Aussie tricks I picked up in Sydney.  Gotta do what we can
for U.S./Aussie relations, ya know."

Mark laughed.  "First time I ever realized that international relations
were improved by an Aussie stud stringing up a Yank, whipping him and
fucking the shit out of him – or vice versa as the case may be.  Sounds
more like an act of war to me."

"That, old buddy, is because you're a cop, sworn to keep law and order,"
Zack chuckled.

"But you know," Adam said, "uniforms are part of the leather scene too.
Hell, Mark, if you had walked into a Sydney bar in your uniform the whole
crowd would have sunk to its knees as if a priest had just said `let us
pray.'  And if I had been there it would have ended up as leatherman versus
cop.  Hmm ... not a bad idea ... food for thought."

"Come on, stud," Zack said, "before you start mixing your metaphors.  One
fantasy at a time, OK?"  He turned to the twins.  "Amazing afternoon, guys.
Not often I'm on the receiving end of a dick, let alone two at once.  And
you look fucking gorgeous in leather.  Wear it with pride, kids."  He
hugged them both and shook hands with Bob and Randy.

Adam thanked them all profusely – "the company, the food, entertainment
and most of all ... that brilliant peach cobbler!"  Leaving laughter behind
them the two men went through the side gate to his house to pick up Adam's
gear before crossing the street to Zack's house and down to his hardcore
basement room.

The twins had a similar idea.  The table was clear and Kevin said to Bob,
"Sir, would it be OK if ..."  He was interrupted by a cough from Randy who
looked at him with raised eyebrows.  "Sorry, sir," Kevin grinned.  "Er, my
brother and I are leaving now.  We're going to the gym downstairs."

"Aye-aye sir!" Randy grinned with a quick salute.

Kyle leaned over and said quietly in Bob's ear.  "And if you would like to
come down and watch in a few minutes, we would like that."  Without waiting
for a response he and Kevin stood up, walked to the house and through the
door to the basement.

"What did Kyle say?" Mark asked.

"Wants me to go down there in a few minutes as a spectator.  I have a
feeling he meant all three of us.  You up for that?"

"Try keeping us away," Mark said.  "After the spectacle we saw earlier,
it'll be hard to top that."

Randy laughed.  "Don't underestimate them, Mark.  Like Bob said, they're
full of surprises."

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

The first big surprise came before the guys entered the basement room.

They had waited for twenty minutes, taking their cue from Bob, who
eventually stood up and found to his surprise that his heart was beating
fast.  "Let's go," he said quietly.  They were halfway down the basement
stairs when they stopped and Randy said, "What the fuck...?"

It was opera!  The sound of opera floated up from the room – two
sopranos singing a soaring duet.  Bob instantly recognized it as the famous
Flower Duet from the opera Lakmι, a lyrical, heart-stopping aria that
always brought tears to Bob's eyes.  But here?  In this gym?  In this
sexual playroom?"

Randy had long ago installed a sound system in the gym where they played
edgy house music when Randy took Grady through his rugged early-morning
workout routine.  But Opera?  That had to be the twins' doing.  Randy
frowned in confusion.  "Fucking weird!"

"No," Bob said softly. "Wonderfully weird.  Sshh, not a sound."

Silently they followed Bob into the room and saw, over at the side in the
shadows, three chairs that had obviously been placed there for them by the
twins.  Quietly they took their seats and as their eyes became accustomed
to the muted lighting they saw an extraordinary sight.

Across the room the twins stood facing each other.  They were still wearing
their leather pants and boots but were now shirtless having shed their
leather vests.  Their arms were stretched upward, their wrists placed
through padded leather restraints that hung down from two sets of short
ropes tied to the gym's chin-up bar.

In sex games in the gym one guy was often tied in this position, his body
straining upward.  Only this time there were two, facing each other about
two feet apart, their arms slightly bent at the elbow for comfort.

"Amazing," whispered Mark, staring in disbelief at two other features.  The
boys were tethered together by two cords.  One stretched between their
chests, attached at each end to clamps on their nipples – not the
painful alligator clamps, but milder clamps that caused discomfort that was
more sensual than painful.

The ends of the other cord were wound round the base of their cocks, so the
boys were roped together by their cocks and balls, and by their nipples.
Right now they were standing close enough together that the ropes were
slack so there was no strain.

The three men gazed in amazement at the two boys, sideways on to them, and
held their breath waiting for what came next.  But nothing happened,
nothing moved.  The edges of the room were in shadow but the boys were lit
by subtle pink spotlights from above.  They looked absolutely beautiful as
they stared at each other.

Whether or not they were aware of the men's arrival was uncertain – and
irrelevant.  Their entire concentration was on each other – on each
other's eyes.  The stillness, the serenity was otherworldly, accentuated by
the haunting strains of the lilting operatic aria filling the room.

The men breathed again, deep breaths as they relaxed into the ethereal
atmosphere of the room, simply gazing at the twins gazing at each other.
Randy had the most trouble getting his mind round this.  He turned and
frowned at Bob but was struck by the glow on Bob's face that matched the
radiant joy of the twins.  Randy turned back toward the twins and realized
that he was witnessing something uniquely special, though he wasn't sure
what it was.

"They're not even looking in the mirrors," Randy said quietly.

"Yes they are," Bob said.  "Their mirror is their identical brother ... and
his eyes in which each sees his own reflection.  One boy sees exactly what
the other sees, feels what he feels, loves what he loves.  It's magical."

Like the other two men Bob was also struck by the utter incongruity of the
scene – two beautiful, shirtless leather boys in bondage, facing each
other in this bastion of grunt manliness and sexuality, set to the soaring
music of one of the most beautiful arias in opera.  But Bob knew
instinctively that it was so totally incongruous as to make it perfect.

They sat absorbing the scene for several minutes ... and then there was
movement ... the slightest of movement.  As if on a silent signal the
brothers stretched out their tongues and leaned forward until the tips of
their tongues touched.  A faint smile came to their eyes as they felt this
fragile, sensual contact with their brother for a few seconds.  Then they
withdrew their tongues and again stared into each other's eyes.  The music
swelled ... and tears flowed down their cheeks.

Bob, sitting between Randy and Mark, pressed his hands on theirs on the
chairs' arms and felt tears coming to his own eyes.  Mark whispered what
they were all thinking.  "Man, those boys are totally in love with each
other.  It's love, pure and simple.  Never seen anything like it."

The boys moved closer together and licked the tears from each other's
faces.  And they kissed, tentatively at first, running their tongues across
each other's lips, then pressed their lips together harder and harder until
they were locked in a passionate embrace.

There is a point in the aria where the lyricism gives way to a few dramatic
moments and the twins, in total harmony with the music, chose that moment
to pull back so the ropes tightened and they felt pain in their nipples and
in their balls.  But their eyes remained fixed on each other's, smiling
when the other smiled, wincing when he winced.  They were perfectly
matched, feeling exactly what the other felt, every twinge, every stab of
pain.

It reminded all three men of the times they had looked at themselves in the
mirror, in self-inflicted bondage, feeling the pleasure of pain, able to
bring themselves to the very limit of endurance before making the pain
cease. They had been in total control of the man in the mirror, just as now
the brothers were in complete control of each other ... of their twin
... of themselves.

The boys were pulling hard now, grimacing at each other, stretching balls
and nipples to the climax of pain until the aria reached its dramatic
climax, paused ... and then resumed the romantic lyricism of its melodic
theme.  The boys relaxed and the pain dissolved once again into love.  This
time they moved together, close together, their chests touching, rubbing
sensuously against each other, their cocks sliding together between their
bodies.

The aria was reaching its finale and at last they separated and stood once
again two feet apart, motionless, gazing into each other's eyes.  Again
tears came to their eyes, they smiled and as the aria reached its climax,
its final, soaring high note ... the boys climaxed.  Their cocks sprayed
their juice across the space separating them, splashing onto each other at
exactly the same moment, their bodies and souls in perfect harmony.

The aria had ended, and the twins were in love.

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

In the ensuing silence Bob gripped the others men's hands tight and
glimpsed each one using his free hand to wipe his eyes.  It was a long time
since Bob had seen Randy's emotions spill over into tears.

The twins' smiling eyes were dancing together as they pulled their hands
out of the wrist restraints and detached the ropes tying them together.
They walked calmly across the room and faced the three seated men.  They
were a stunning sight, two handsome young men, shirtless in leather pants
and boots, semen running down their bare chests and stomachs.

"Sirs, we want to thank you for a memorable afternoon," Kevin smiled.  "We
had a great time."

"Hey, kids," Randy said, his voice still choked, "this time it's definitely
us thanking you.  You've been ..." he groped for the right words
... "you've given us ..."

Mark helped him out.  "... a beautiful experience, guys."

Kyle directed his next comment to Bob.  "Sir, if it's OK we would now like
to spend some time alone in our room before we make a start on the evening
meal."

Bob gazed up at them lovingly.  "Boys, why don't you take the rest of the
day off.  It's only Randy, Mark and me in the house now and it'll do us
good to fix our own dinner.  OK if Randy uses one of your aprons?" he
grinned.  "Can't wait to see that look."

"The kitchen is all yours, sir," Kevin smiled.  "And thank you again
... for everything."

The twins turned and left the room together, leaving a deep silence behind
them.  Mark was the first to speak.  "I ... I've never seen anything like
it ... guys so close, almost like they melt into one.  That look in their
eyes ... pure love.  Makes you feel kinda humble doesn't it?"

Randy nodded.  "You're right, buddy, and humble is not something I feel
often – if ever.  But Bob, it seemed like such a private act.  Why do
you think they wanted us to watch?"

"I think I know why," Bob said quietly.  "See, the twins' only fear in life
has always been the fear of separation.  I think they wanted to show us the
intensity of the love they have for each other, how much they are part of
each other.  Like Mark said, they seem to melt into each other as one
person.  They want us to see how impossible it would be for them to live
without each other.  In a way it was a plea for our protection ... a plea
to never let anyone separate them."

"Yeah," Randy growled, "well you can tell them they never have to worry
about that.  As long as I have breath in my body I'll never let those kids
be split up.  That's my promise to them."

Bob looked at him lovingly, put his arm round his neck and squeezed.  "And
that pretty much says it all.  It's one reason I love you, you big lug."

"Hey, guys," Mark said, lightening the mood.  "I'm still here ya know.  I
thought this was gonna be a three-way afternoon ... three-way lounging
round the pool, three-way effort in the kitchen and ... well, since Jamie's
away, I'd like to invite you to spend the night in my apartment."

"A three-way in bed, you mean," Randy chuckled.  "Well, the twins gave
three-ways a whole new meaning when they worked Zack over.  Maybe we can
take a page out of their playbook."

Bob's eyes sparkled.  "Long time since we spent a whole afternoon and night
together, just us three.  Let's see here – the pool, the kitchen, the
bed – who knows, maybe we can write a whole playbook of our own.  The
story will begin something like this: "A construction worker, a cop, and a
businessman walk into a garden one afternoon and ...  Well, we'll make the
rest up as we go along."

"OK," said Randy leaping to his feet.  "Last one in the pool gets gang
fucked."

Bob rolled his eyes at Mark and sighed, "See?  A one-track mind."

"Not that there's anything wrong with that," Mark laughed.  "Provided it's
the right track."

They rushed out of the basement, peeling their clothes off as they ran up
the stairs.

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

News of the events of the afternoon naturally spread like wildfire.  The
tribe had split up into three separate groups – the men in the tribe's
house, the senior boys up in the dunes, and Pete, Jason and Hassan and
their boys in the Grady House with Grady, Mario, Danny and Brian.

But no matter how dispersed the tribe was, the grapevine stretched its
tentacles far and wide.  Zack had called his boy Darius, who phoned Eddie
who was now giving a wide-eyed blow-by-blow description to Grady and the
group, hanging delightedly on his every word.

"Man I wish I'd seen that," Grady laughed in his usual merry way.  "Can you
imagine, those gorgeous twins double teaming Zack, then dressing in leather
pants, boots and vests?  OK, guys, for the rest of you that's the outfit du
jour – the boys in full leather topping their masters."

There was laughter all round and Eddie joined in energetically.  "Hey, Ben,
you and me could double-team Jason and Hassan – both of us in leather,
you standing astride your fireman and me standing over my Marine.  We could
work them over real good."

As they boisterously competed with one crazy idea after another, their
masters smiled indulgently.  But one of the boys was unusually silent.
Brandon found an excuse to leave the group by picking up used dishes from
the table, piling them on the tray table of his wheelchair and wheeling
himself away into the kitchen.  The rest of the raucous crowd were so
involved in their noisy story telling that they barely noticed Brandon
leave.

But Pete did.  The handsome Ranger had watched the expression on his boy's
face change from amusement to melancholy as his buddies swapped their
fantasy leather stories.  Brandon had not joined in and had finally found
an excuse to go off on his own.  Pete followed him and found him gloomily
stacking the dishes in the dishwasher.

"Hey, kiddo, what's up?"

"Nothing, sir."

"Brandon, look at me.  This is me – Pete.  Now tell me the truth like
you always do."

Brandon plucked up his courage, looked Pete straight in the eye and said,
"Sir, if you ever wanted to take on another boy, instead of me, I would
quite understand.  I mean a proper boy, one who could do what the other
boys were talking about, run around, dress in leather, stand over their
masters and make them proud.  I can't do that, sir.  I can't walk, can't
even stand, so I can't give you everything they can.  I mean ..."

"Hey, hey stop right there, kid."  Pete sat in a chair next to him and
gazed into his eyes.  Brandon, let's get one thing straight.  You're my boy
and always will be – only you.  I love you, kiddo.  Where's all this
doom and gloom coming from?  You're usually so tough and optimistic."

"Sorry, sir, I just thought that if ..."

"Well stop thinking right now and leave that to me.  We can sort all this
out later.  When we get back home I've got something I wanna show you, and
I'll tell you the plans I've got for us – just you and me.  And then
I'll take you to bed and make love to you.  How's all that sound?"

Brandon had tears in his eyes behind his black-rimmed glasses but he
blinked them back and a smile spread slowly over his face.  "Sounds great,
sir.  Sorry I kinda lost it there.  But one thing's for sure ... I love
you, sir, and yeah ..." he held his head high "... I'm your boy alright."

"Good to hear it," Pete grinned.  "Now let's get back to the party.

And so that evening, while Randy, Bob and Mark partied hard – a trio of
horny alpha males finding new ways to love – Pete was reassuring his
insecure boy that the power of love overcomes all doubts and fears.  It was
as if the twins' passion had permeated the other men and boys of the tribe,
opening the next, vibrant new chapter of their story.

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 336


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