Date: Fri, 4 Nov 2011 02:53:58 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: A Trial of Strength - Part 51  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 51
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER The final showdown between the clean-cut architect and
rugged construction worker.  Randy knows how to break a man.  But first
Lloyd has to submit to Randy's boys.  "Shit, man, that's just their way of
saying `Hi'."  Then it's Randy's turn.  "It's just you and me now, Lloyd.
It had to come to this."  Lloyd is tamed like a defiant stallion. "Feel
that, asshole?  It's called revenge."

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

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A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - Part 51 "THE TAMING OF LLOYD"

"What if they've gone to……?" Darius began eagerly, but Mark cut him
off.

"Shut up, Darius," the cop snapped. "I know your fantasy motor is in
overdrive but we don't want to hear it."

They were all edgy and the Saturday morning breakfast was overhung with a
cloud of doubt and foreboding.  Mark was being well taken care of by the
three boys who had prepared breakfast outdoors, but they were all wondering
what had gone down between Randy and Bob.

All they knew was that Bob had gone off to San Bernardino with the
architect Lloyd to view some of his work as a possible prelude to hiring
him full time.  Then Pablo had taken a phone call from Bob explaining that
they were staying the night out there at the Hilton.  When Pablo passed on
the message to Randy he could not forget the look of cold rage in his eyes
as, without a word, he had stormed out of the house and taken off in his
truck.

All four men knew Randy's fiery anger personally.  They had all been
victims of the physical rages he could fly into.  And they all knew that he
valued his intense relationship with Bob above all else.  Anyone who got in
the way of that was dead meat.  Randy was the undisputed master of the
house and he and Bob were its bedrock.  Any rupture in that could badly
affect all their lives.

"We'll be OK, won't we, sir?"  Jamie looked up at his master, the beautiful
cop Mark, who put a reassuring arm round him.

"Sure, kid.  You're my boy.  Nothing's gonna change that.  You'll see ……
those two guys will sort things out somehow."

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

What they couldn't imagine then was the uniquely savage punishment that
Randy had inflicted on Bob to `sort things out'.  In the searing heat of
the remote Mojave Desert, Bob had been the recipient of physical and mental
torture, naked in the wilderness.  As had happened in the past, this trial
of strength, and the ultimate reconciliation, had been a catharsis for the
two powerful men and forged an even stronger bond than ever.

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

Breakfast was almost over when the waiting group finally heard the crunch
of tires on the gravel outside as the truck pulled up.  But were they both
there?  Had they come back together?  What in God's name had happened?  The
guys held their collective breath.

The gate swing open …… and Randy strode into the garden shirtless, in
workpants and boots.  They looked open-mouthed as Bob followed him
…. buck naked with the shreds of a rope round his neck.  They were
stunned into silence …. but Randy wasn't.

"Hi guys," he called out cheerfully.

Mark found his voice.  "Hey, buddy ….. er …… everything OK?"

"Never better," Randy grinned.

"Want some breakfast?"

"No thanks …… we're busy."

He grabbed the end of the rope dangling from Bob's neck and led him into
the house.  As they disappeared Darius grinned at Pablo, held up his open
palm and they high-fived each other.  Jamie smiled at Mark.  "You were
right, sir.  Seems they worked it out just fine."

The pall of gloom was lifted and they relaxed into their Saturday routine.
Only Randy and Bob did not join them.  They stayed in their bedroom all
day.  As Randy had said, they were busy.  It was early evening when the
four guys, lounging by the pool in the warm sun, finally saw Randy and Bob
emerge from the house, both freshly showered, barefoot in jeans and clean
white T-shirts.

"Hey, Darius ….. boys," Randy called out.  "Get off your asses.
Shouldn't you be making dinner?  On the table ….. out here ….. in an
hour.  And Pablo, bring out three beers.  Move it!"

Yes, sir," said the three young men in unison and ran into the house.

Mark sat down at the table and smiled up at the two muscle studs.  "Well
you two sure have a glow about you.  Could set the hillside on fire.  Good
day?  And ……. night?"

"The best," said Bob.

They joined him at the table and Randy said, "OK, we three have to talk."

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

In the kitchen the action, and the talk, was fast and furious.  The three
youngsters were tripping over each other, with Darius, of course, taking
the lead.  His speculation into what had gone on between Randy and Bob
quickly morphed into extravagant fantasy, until Pablo stopped him.

"Look, dude.  No use speculating.  We want the facts.  When I'm alone with
Randy I'll see if he'll tell me.  You ask Bob, and you, Jamie, talk to
Mark.  He shares everything with you."

While the three young guys rattled on in the kitchen the talk around the
table outdoors was more serious as Randy, Bob and Mark nursed their beers.
The subject, of course, was Lloyd.  The punishment Randy had inflicted on
Bob had healed the rift between the two of them.  When Randy got mad he
took revenge and then put it behind him.  But of course, he had not yet
dealt with Lloyd.

Still, on the long drive home Bob had felt freer to talk about Lloyd
……. solely on a business level …. and he enthusiastically
described some of the buildings the architect had designed.  They were
really innovative, he said, but Lloyd felt stifled by the corporate
bureaucracy of his current firm and was eager to make a move.

This was the topic that was now taken up by the three partners in the
construction company as they drank beer around the table.

"No fucking way!"  There was no doubt how Randy felt.  No way was he going
to hire the bastard who had just slept with his lover.  He accepted that a
staff architect was a good idea ….. just not that asshole.

But Bob and Mark did not give up.  Bob had taken photos of the buildings he
had seen and they had to admit they were impressive.  "His designs are
really unique," Mark said.  "A talented guy like this could put us on the
map."

"Unless, of course," Bob said, "you think these designs are too challenging
for our construction know-how, Randy.  We may not be up to it."

"Fuck you, man," Randy said.  Bob always knew what buttons to press.  Randy
had no vanity, except in the quality of his work.  He could build anything.

Dinner came and the subject was dropped.  But it was resumed the next
morning and Bob and Mark were finally wearing down Randy's resistance.
Bob, characteristically, tried to find some area of compromise and came up
with the idea of a probationary work period to begin with.

"You mean like an apprenticeship?" Randy asked, and Bob caught the light
that glinted in his eye.

"Sure," Bob replied.  "Let him work for you for a while …… let you
see what he's made of."

There was a long silence as Randy reflected on this.  Finally he slammed
his hands down and looked up at his two buddies.  "OK ….. here's the
deal.  First of all, we see how he gets along with all the guys here.
We're a tough bunch.  See how he handles it."

Bob frowned.  "What do you have in mind, buddy."

"Never mind, that's my business.  If he passes that test he comes to work
on the building site for four weeks.  He's got to know the construction
side of the business inside and out, so he'll work for me and we'll see if
he can take it.  If he's still standing at the end of the month …. then
OK, we take him on.  Agreed?"

Bob looked sideways at him and grinned.  "You fucker."  He knew well that
Randy had not yet got even for what Lloyd had done with Bob.  For him that
was unforgiveable.  You fuck with Randy …… worse, his lover
……. and you pay.

Mark grinned too, picking up on what was going on.  "Poor guy.  Think he
can take it?"

"Guess we're gonna find out," Randy said.  "Let him come here a week from
today."  And that closed the subject.  He turned toward the house.
"Darius!  We're ready for more beer out here."

"Right away, sir."  Hovering nearby, Darius had overhead much of the
conversation.  His eyes gleamed.  "I can't wait," he murmured to himself,
and ran off to the kitchen.

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

So it was that early next Saturday Bob answered the door and there was
Lloyd.  He was dressed for a job interview …… expensive suit, tie,
the works.  Bob instinctively knew that this was Lloyd's armor; his
confidence came from looking immaculate.  That was the currency in his
business world.

They had spoken on the phone to set up this meeting but had not seen each
other since their notorious trip.  Their eyes met and they shook hands
rather shyly.  Bob again felt an empathy for this striking but lonely man.
And despite everything he still admired the handsome face, with the
moustache and goatee beard, and the perfect physique apparent even under
the business suit.

"Come into the garden," Bob said.  "Randy's in the shower but he'll be
right out.  Beer?"

They sat over beers and Bob filled him in on their meeting the previous
week.  He glossed over Randy's angry reluctance as he said tentatively,
"After what happened Randy had reservations about all this but we came up
with a kind of solution.  I'll let him explain.  But I have to ask you,
Lloyd …… how bad do you want to work for us?"

Lloyd's gray eyes leveled with him.  "More than anything.  I admire and
respect you guys and really want to be with you."

Bob frowned and spoke hesitantly.  "Just so you know ……Randy was real
mad about what we did.  He has …… anger issues …… and I paid a
heavy price.  Let's just say he hasn't addressed that with you ….  yet."

Lloyd smiled.  "Don't beat around the bush, man.  You mean he's going to
punish me.  Fair enough.  I deserve it ……. I can take it.  Bring it
on."

Bob winced nervously but conversation came to a halt as they both looked
up.  Randy was striding out of the house, an intimidating sight, shirtless
in just jeans and boots.  He walked right up to Lloyd sitting at the table
and towered over him.

"So, you came.  Haven't spoken to you since you crawled off the building
site that time.  You clean up well, I'll give you that."  Both men recalled
the shattered wreck Lloyd had been then, near naked body covered in mud,
sweat, oil and Randy's piss."

Lloyd didn't reply, but stood up and faced Randy, holding out his hand.
After a moment's hesitation Randy shook it firmly.  They eyes met with a
mix of emotions ….. challenge, defiance, pride, muted anger from Randy
and apprehension from Lloyd.  As their hands clasped there was also
something else, a kind of macho respect, though it was subliminal,
fleeting, impossible to identify.

But both men understood one thing ….. it was going to be a very long
day.

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

"Boys ….. get out here," Randy shouted.  They didn't need telling twice.
Eagerly, impatiently they had been waiting in breathless expectation for
their summons and they were outside in an instant, with Pablo's Doberman,
Billy, yapping at their heels.  "Jamie, is Mark working?"

"Night shift, sir.  Should be home any minute."

"OK.  You all met this man once before.  Name's Lloyd and he wants to work
for me.  But I thought he should get to know us better before we consider
taking him on board.  So say hi, boys."

"Hi, Lloyd," they said in unison, their voices tinged with just a touch of
mockery.

Bob winced, fearful about what came next.  Randy spoke softly to him.  "You
don't get to be part of this welcome party, buddy.  As I recall you already
had your party.  So this time you just get to watch."

Then Randy turned his full attention to Lloyd.  "I want to make one thing
clear.  At any point today, if our meet-and-greet gets too much for you and
you want out, you're free to walk right out of here.  You won't see us
again …. no hard feelings.  Got it?"

"Understood," Lloyd muttered, determined to prove himself to this dominant
man.

Randy grinned.  "I see you dressed for an interview, Lloyd.  But this is no
interview.  More like a getting acquainted session.  So lose the jacket."
Quickly Lloyd took off his jacket and let it drop.

"Now the tie."  Lloyd obeyed.  Randy's face came close to Lloyd's and he
said softly, intimately.  "Welcome to the house, Lloyd.  But, of course, I
forgot.  You already made yourself welcome to Bob, didn't you?  Bad idea,
Lloyd.  Bad move.  See, he's mine."

Lloyd gulped.  "Yes, sir."  The steel blue eyes boring into his were
chilling.

"OK, now the shirt."  In one swift move Randy placed his hands at his
collar and ripped the shirt downward so it came clear away from the body.
As Randy tossed it away there was a gasp from the young onlookers, stunned
by the sudden move and also by their first sight of the beautifully
sculpted physique of the handsome architect.  The muscles flexed slightly
and the smooth, velvet skin gleamed in the early morning sun.

Randy's face hardened and his voice became ominous as he growled, "On your
knees, asshole."  Lloyd sank to his knees on the grass and looked up at the
man he knew was about to punish him.  But his fear was tempered by his
admiration for the stunning, swarthy muscle-stud looming over him like a
demon.  He had a sense of what was coming and he felt his cock stir.

Everyone held his breath.  The only movement was the breeze, the only sound
the relentless buzz of the cicadas.  Suddenly, the stillness was broken by
the sound of a motor bike pulling up outside.  The gate swung open and Mark
walked in, still in his cop uniform, fresh off the night shift.

"Mark," yelled Randy.  "Your timing's perfect, man."

The cop stopped and looked at the group clustered round the shirtless
kneeling man.  "What the fuck…..?"

"Just a getting-to-know-you session, buddy," Randy grinned.  "Hey, Mark, I
know when you've had that bike throbbing between your legs all night you
come home horny as hell and always fuck Jamie.  But if it's OK with you I
need Jamie out here for a while and, besides, I have another idea ….. a
great way for you to get your rocks off.  Get over here."

Mark joined the group and looked down at the kneeling architect.  Randy
stood behind Lloyd and clamped his hands on the side of his face, pulling
it upward.  "Open up for the officer, Lloyd."

After a moment of confusion Mark understood what was going on.  This was
Lloyd's `apprenticeship.'  For reassurance the cop looked over at Bob who
smiled slightly at him and shrugged with a murmured, "Go for it, buddy."

Lloyd could not believe his eyes.  He gazed up at the stunning Greek God in
cop's uniform.  The tousled blond hair fell over his handsome, chiseled
features, his muscular chest and shoulders filled out the black uniform,
with the white triangle of T-shirt at his neck.  The black pants were
belted tight at the slim waist and tucked into high shiny boots.

The glorious face looked down at him and Lloyd watched mesmerized as Mark
undid a few more buttons of his shirt, exposing more of the pecs straining
under the T-shirt.  Lloyd was beyond rational thought.  Instinctively his
mouth hung wide open …… in awe and anticipation of what was coming.

The sight of the handsome architect's face clamped in Randy's big hands was
a turn-on for Mark.  And Randy had been right …. he was horny as a bull.
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his rigid cock, the big head only
inches away from the open, waiting mouth.  Mark looked over at his boy
Jamie and winked at him.  Then, in one swift movement he plunged the length
of his cock deep into the mouth, causing it to gag helplessly.  Mark threw
his head back and moaned with the pleasure of feeling the smooth, hot
membrane close round his rod.

Lloyd was helpless, his head held rigid by the big construction worker.
Despite choking on the rigid dick stuffing his mouth Lloyd was able to look
up at the magnificent cop who was punishing his face.  He had never seen
anything more beautiful and, despite the pain and humiliation of his
situation, he wanted to please this muscle god.  He closed his throat
tightly around the shaft plunging inside him.  His eyes streamed with tears
as the cop ravaged his mouth.

Mark's cock had badly needed release and the tightening of the muscles
around it pushed him over the edge.  Like a piston, his cock pumped back
and forth in the architect's mouth until he felt himself getting close.
His body shook and he looked again at Jamie.

"Watch this, kiddo," he yelled as his cock exploded in a massive orgasm of
hot semen, streaming down the throat.  Lloyd swallowed hard, trying to gulp
down the warm cream, though a lot spilled out of his mouth, ran down his
chin and onto his chest.

Finally the cock pulled out of his mouth and he was left gasping for air.
He gazed helplessly up at the faces of the cop and the construction worker,
and he heard Randy's voice.

"What do you say to the officer, Lloyd?"

His eyes still watering Lloyd gasped, "Thank you, sir."

The three boys gazed in awe at the sight of the humbled architect kneeling
before the cop.  He had come into the house smartly dressed, the proud
executive, and here he was displayed before them in shirtless submission,
publicly humiliated.  Jamie looked with adoration at Mark, his master, who
had totally dominated the handsome architect and now smiled triumphantly at
Jamie.

Like the other two boys he waited breathlessly for Randy's next move.  He
didn't have to wait long.

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

"So who's next?" Randy laughed.  That's just what Darius had been waiting
to hear and he hopped up and down eager to be chosen.  But instead Randy
said, "What about Jamie?  You didn't get your usual `welcome home' fuck
from your master, so what about a substitute?  What d'ya say Mark?"

Mark looked gently at his hesitant boy.  "I think you can handle it, Jamie
…. after what you did to me the other day," referring to the time when
Jamie had fucked a man for the first time.  But this too was new to him,
face-fucking another guy, so he waited for his master's cue.  Mark took
Randy's place behind Lloyd and clamped his face in his hands, tilting it
up.

"Not bad, eh, kid?  Great face, moustache, goatee beard.  Wouldn't you like
to fuck the handsome executive in the mouth?"  With this encouragement from
the cop Jamie felt his cock get hard and he stepped forward.

By this time Lloyd was feeling totally degraded.  The guys were taking
turns to use him, talking about him as if he were some animal being used
for their pleasure.  And the cop was offering him to the junior member of
the group, a mere boy.  But as Jamie came up to him his reflex once again
was to open his mouth.

Mark smiled at Jamie and said, "Go for it, kid.  He's already slick with my
cum.  It'll feel great.  Mix your juice with mine in his mouth."

And that's exactly what Jamie did.  For the first time in his life he
pushed his cock into a guy's mouth and it felt terrific.  He felt his
master's wet semen in the warm hole and began to pump furiously.  Mark
leaned forward and their faces came together, their lips locking in a
passionate embrace.  The sensation for Jamie was exhilarating as he felt
his master's tongue exploring his mouth and the burning in his pulsing
cock.

Mark was smiling at him now.  "OK, kid.  Show me you love me.  Shoot your
load for me."  Jamie looked into Mark's blue eyes and exploded in Lloyd's
mouth, making the architect choke on his second load of cum for the day.

Jamie smiled at the cop.  "Thank you, sir.  That felt great.  I love you,
sir."

Lost in all this was the kneeling man, almost forgotten, choking on the
double load of semen as the two men made love above him.  He was just a
tool, an instrument being used for the pleasure of others.  He was reduced
to an anonymous face, opening his mouth for whatever new cock was placed
before him.  His feeling of humiliation deepened, and he knew there was
more to come.

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

"Not yet, Darius," Randy laughed.  "I'm saving your ten inches `til last.
No, I want to give my boy a piece of the action."  He turned to Pablo.
"Hey, son …. been a while since we spent any quality time together.
I'll make that up to you soon.  In the meantime think of this as an
appetizer.  Let's take care of that bulge in your pants."

Pablo grinned.  He worshipped this man, the man who had adopted him as his
son.  He would do anything for him …… and this time it would be a
real pleasure.  Randy again held Lloyd's face in a vise-like grip as the
young man stepped forward unzipping his pants.  He looked down at the
handsome face of the architect, the open mouth still spilling with two
loads of cum, and brought the head of his cock against the mouth.  Pablo
raised his head to look at Randy.

"Would you kiss me, please, sir?"

"Be a pleasure kid.  Now fuck his face hard.  Do it for me, for your old
man."

Their mouths came together at the same time as Pablo plunged his young cock
deep inside the mouth beneath him.  The swarthy construction worker and the
exotic young man groaned with mutual pleasure, ignoring the sounds of the
abused man choking beneath them.

"That's great, kid.  Harder, now.  Fuck him harder."

Pablo was exhilarated by the harsh growl of his master and his cock became
a relentless piston as it plunged into the suffering mouth.  He couldn't
hold back for long.

"Ok, now sir?  Can I empty my load into him?"

"Sure thing, kid.  Finish him off."

Pablo again felt his master's tongue probing his mouth, his cock was on
fire and it exploded in a huge jet of hot cum.  He jammed his cock deep
against the back of Lloyd's throat as he continued to grind his mouth
against Randy's.

Finally Pablo gazed into his master's eyes and he breathed, "Thank you,
sir.  You are the best."

"I aim to please, kid," Randy laughed.

Almost as an afterthought Pablo pulled his cock out of the mouth.  He had
all but forgotten the architect, and now he and Randy looked down at the
suffering face, tears streaming from the eyes, white cream pouring from his
mouth, coating his moustache and beard.

"You did great, kid?" Randy said.  "Your first lesson in how to destroy a
man."

"Think he's had enough, sir?"

"No way.  I've been saving the biggest weapon `til last.  The grand finale.
Hey, Darius!  Get your ten inches over here."

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

Finally it was his turn, his chance to re-live his fantasies.  When he
first laid eyes on Lloyd, Darius had imagined multiple scenarios of what he
could do with this handsome, elegant man.  Unnoticed by the others he had
slipped into the house and come back with his cowboy hat, something he had
once bought for one of his many fantasies with Pablo.

Now he swaggered forward like a fantasy icon.  He was wearing jeans and
cowboy boots and the hat, but no shirt.  The black muscles of his sculpted
chest and shoulders gleamed, his lats tapering down to his ultra slim
waist.  Pleased with himself, he took his hat off and bowed to acknowledge
the amused applause, hoots and whistles of the onlookers.

The boisterous mood was not shared by Lloyd.  He remembered before when
Randy had made Darius display his cock to him.  He was amazed then at the
ten long black inches and the memory now filled him with fear.

"I guess we'll leave this one to you, Darius," Randy said.  "Don't think
you need any help from us."

And he didn't.  He walked confidently up to the fearful architect and said,
"OK, Lloyd …… the cowboy and the city slicker.  I think we can make
something of that.  I'm gonna ride you, man.  Get ready, pretty boy.  Open
up."

He had no choice.  Randy stood over to one side, in control as
always. Lloyd looked up at the beautiful young black body, then focused on
the bulging crotch in the jeans.  Slowly Darius unbuttoned his fly and the
monster tool flopped out …. ten massive inches of it, even soft.
Lloyd's eyes widened as he saw the huge pole stiffen and grow rigid, until
it was pointing straight at his face.

The helpless man opened his mouth and closed his eyes.  He felt the head
enter, followed by inch after inch of the long dick.  He felt it slide to
the back of his mouth, but it didn't stop there.  It continued smoothly
down into his throat until it finally came to rest.  Lloyd knew his only
hope was to relax his throat muscles, but even then he gagged on the
monstrous tool.

Darius pulled back and began to fuck the handsome face.  The rhythm
increased until the long shaft was plunging in and out like a piston.
Darius put his left hand behind Lloyd's head and took off his cowboy hat
with the right.  He waved it triumphantly in the air as he pulled the face
forward onto his cock.  For all the world he was a magnificent, shirtless
cowboy riding a struggling bronco.

As Darius whooped and hollered Pablo yelled, "Ride him, cowboy!"  They all
got into the spirit of the moment, shouting encouragement to the bucking
black cowboy.  Lloyd was being battered into another world.  His face
twisted and streamed with tears as the monstrous tool pounded his mouth and
throat.  He would have begged for mercy but his mouth was crammed full.

Darius put on a show for his buddies.  He bucked harder, waving his hat in
the air, whooping and howling in jubilation.  The pounding grew faster, his
body flexed and gleamed with sweat until it shuddered and became rigid.
The cowboy threw his head back, tossed his hat high in the air with a
triumphant "Yahoo!" and his cock exploded.

Lloyd thought he would pass out as he felt the streams of hot liquid
pouring straight into the depths of his throat.  Darius laughed as he
gloried in the taming of his broken stallion.  His cum poured in a
never-ending torrent into his `city slicker' whose body was trembling in an
agony of pain and humiliation.

There was a wild round of applause and whistles as the spectators cheered
Darius on his spectacular performance.  As the beaming black man went over
to them and fell into Pablo's arms, Randy walked up to the shattered,
broken man shuddering on the ground, his face a mask of pain, coated in the
semen of four men.

"So now you know my boys, Lloyd.  Shit, man, that's just their way of
saying `Hi'.  They sure seem pleased to see you.  But, hey, you don't
really know me yet, do you?  I gotta do something about that.  Can't let my
boys have all the fun."

He turned to the group.  "Hey, guys.  Can you go into the house and eat
lunch or something?  I need some time alone with Lloyd.  We have business
to discuss."

As they all walked back to the house Randy looked down at the anxious face.
"I told you, Lloyd, that you can leave at any time and never see us again.
Or you can stay and get acquainted with me.  What's it to be, asshole?"

Lloyd looked up at him defiantly.  "Go fuck yourself, man."

Randy grinned.  "Mmm …. somehow I don't think so, Lloyd.  Probably not
me that's gonna get fucked."

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

A short time later Lloyd was thinking his bravado may not have been such a
good idea.  He was helpless, completely at the mercy of the construction
worker.  He had not noticed the hammock suspended between two trees, but
now he lay in it naked, spread eagled, his wrists and ankles tied to the
four corners.  Randy towered over him.

"So, it's just you and me at last, asshole.  You knew it had to come to
this.  You messed with my man, you shithead.  Shouldn't have done that,
Lloyd.  Look where it landed you."

The naked architect looked up with terrified eyes.  "What you gonna do to
me, man?"

"Well, let's see what we got here," and Randy pulled out two things from
his pocket: a pair of tit clamps connected by a chain, and a length of
rawhide.  He reached down for the balls and tied the rawhide tight round
the scrotum, prompting a moan from the prisoner.  He dangled the tit clamps
over his chest.

"This is where you really get to know me, Lloyd."  Quickly he attached the
clamps to Lloyd's nipples and as the serrated edges bit hard his eyes
opened wide and he howled in pain.  But worse was to come.  Randy attached
the end of the rawhide to the chain, and pulled upward.  The balls were now
connected to the nipples, sending jolts of pain through both as Randy
jerked them upward.

"Fuck you, man," the agonized man yelled defiantly.  "That all you got?"

"Not quite, asshole.  There's this too."  Randy ripped open his jeans,
pulled out his thick, rigid cock and plunged it dry into Lloyd's ass.  Even
inside the house the guys heard the echo of the agonized scream and they
knew that Randy had begun.  The shirtless construction worker began to
slide his dick in and out of his captive's ass, matching the rhythm with
jerks on the rawhide and chain.  His steely eyes bored into Lloyd's.

"Feel that, asshole?  It's called revenge.  See, I'm the boss around here
and this is what I do to someone who fucks with me or my men.  You still
wanna work for me, Lloyd?  Fat chance.  I'll break your fucking body before
that happens.  But here's the deal.  When the pain gets too bad …. and
it will …… all you have to do is submit to me.  Then you walk free …
and we never see you again."

Lloyd managed to open his eyes and groan hoarsely, "Fuck you, man.  I'll
never submit to you."

In reply Randy plunged his dick in deeper and yanked savagely on the man's
balls and tits.  The screams pierced the warm air.

It is said that a man can feel only one source of pain at a time.  Not so
for Lloyd whose ass, balls and nipples were being tortured at once.  His
ass felt as if it were being ripped open by a ramrod, and his balls and
tits were being torn from his body.

The pain was indescribable and Lloyd was sure he had to give up.  He looked
up at Randy and was about to speak.  But he said nothing, mesmerized by the
spectacle above him.  The man was glorious, black hair falling over the
swarthy, chiseled face, sinewy muscles of the spectacular physique flexing,
shining with sweat, as the body plunged into him and the bulging arms
pulled brutally at his chest and balls.

He flashed on Darius earlier.  Again he was being ridden like a tortured
stallion.  As Randy's pelvis plunged forward his torso leaned back.  His
right hand held the rawhide and chain, like reins, and his left arm was
held high in the air triumphantly.  He pistoned forward again and again,
thrilling to the hot furnace of the suffering ass and the joy of riding his
horse to the breaking point.

"Give up, man.  You know it's agony.  You know you can't win.  Submit,
fucker.  It's all you can do."

But as the tortured man looked up at the magnificent dark demon above him,
he knew he could never submit.  He had to be with this man, work for him,
serve him.  He would do anything, suffer any pain, just to be near him.  He
would willingly submit to him every day ….. but just not this time.  Now
he had to prove himself to his new master.

Randy watched in amazement as the look in Lloyd's eyes changed.  The agony
slowly dissolved into something different, a trance-like ecstasy,
exhilaration even, as the pounding continued.  Randy caught his breath as
he saw the tortured man's cock become rigid.  He looked deep into the gray
eyes and a smile came to his lips.

"You fucker.  I'm not gonna break you, am I?"

"No, sir.  I want this, need it.  Torture my body, sir.  I want to serve
you.  You're my master, sir."

"OK, man.  You got it!" and Randy increased the savage rhythm of his cock,
pulled mercilessly on the tits and balls until he knew the pain must be
unbearable.  Lloyd looked up at him and moaned.

"Please sir, I beg you.  Untie my hand.  Let me touch my cock."

"No need, Lloyd.  Not with me.  Never is.  Just show me how much you want
me.  Let me see you shoot your load."

The two men joined in an ecstasy of pain and punishment, united in the
thrilling sensation of two alpha males becoming master and slave.

"Now, Lloyd.  Are you ready?"

"Yes, sir," Lloyd moaned."

Randy yelled, "Then do it now, man!"

He gave one last brutal tug to the chain, buried his cock deep inside his
victim's burning ass and felt it explode deep inside.  He watched the
handsome face shudder, the head flew back, the cock pulsed and a huge
stream of white cream spurted high in the air and splashed onto the face
and chest of the agonized man.

The piercing screams of both men were too much for the group inside the
house.  With fear and apprehension they ran out into the garden ….. and
stopped dead.  They gazed in awe at the sight of the heaving construction
worker pouring with sweat, his cock buried in the ass of the shattered
architect, the naked, bound body soaked with semen.

Randy was gazing into the wild, gray eyes with a newfound admiration.  He
spoke softly.

"You're a tough son-of-a-bitch, Lloyd."

"Thank you, sir."

"So, you want to work for me?"

"Yes, sir."

"It'll be rough.  I can be brutal."

"I know that, sir.  And I love it."

Suddenly Randy pulled his cock out of the ravaged ass and turned back
toward the amazed group.  He smiled at Bob."

"OK, buddy.  Go untie him.  Clean him up.  The man's hired."

And he strode back into the house.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength – Part 52."