Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2012 01:10:00 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: A Trial Of Strength - Part 78 by Rob Williams
A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 78
By Rob Williams
IN THIS CHAPTER
Mark and Zack, two macho jocks on the town in Vegas, end up wrestling
in a contest for the other stud's ass. One wins by sheer force of his
beauty. "I didn't need to fight you, man. I knew that just by looking at
me you would beg me to fuck you." Meanwhile Pablo, alone with Randy, wants
to prove himself. Randy says, "There's one thing I've never done to you,
boy, but I doubt you could take it." "Try me, sir."
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A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 78
It was a standoff, two stallions flaring their nostrils.
Zack and Mark, the black muscle-stud and the blonde cop, had behaved like a
couple of jocks on their night in Las Vegas ... the boxing, drinking,
girls. But half drunk and half asleep their macho night out had ended in
their grappling together passionately. However, when it came to the
ultimate sex act, both guys refused the very idea of getting fucked. But
it was that same masculine pride, the very testosterone flowing through
their veins, that finally resulted in the challenge.
"I'll fight you for it," Zack said. "That is, if you're man enough."
"Shit, man, I could take you in a heartbeat, so fast your fucking head
would spin."
It had to come to this. The two studs sat at a table, facing each other in
classic arm-wrestling pose. The challenge had to be a contest of strength
or of sex. And this was both. Two macho buddies, alpha males, proud of
their raw masculinity. They could show male love to each other, be best
buddies, but never surrender their ass. No, they were top men, vain,
arrogant. And yet ... one had to surrender to the other. One was to be
dominated in the most extreme way that one male could dominate another.
"I've never lost at arm-wrestling," Zack growled. "You should submit right
now, buddy. Surrender your ass."
"Fuck you, asshole," said Mark. "It's your ass gonna get ploughed."
They took a deep breath, flexed their biceps ... and the fight was on.
Their eyes bored into each other, their arms strained, veins standing out
... but nothing moved. Their great strength was equal, their determination
implacable. The laughter was gone, the mood had become tense. This was
serious.
Seconds became minutes and sweat began pouring down their faces and bodies.
Their eyes penetrated each other with looks of defiance and intimidation,
and their shoulders, biceps bulged with exertion. One man gained the upper
hand and pushed the other arm back slightly, but the other retaliated and
the stalemate continued.
It seemed like an eternity, but finally each man felt his strength ebbing.
It was only a matter of time. Then it happened. One of them found a
reserve of strength from deep within and with a howl of triumph forced the
others man's hand flat on the table.
It was over. They stared at each other, one in triumph, the other in
defeat.
The winner smiled. "You lost, man. I'm gonna fuck your ass..."
*****************
Zack stared out of the window in dazed disbelief. He had never been beaten
before, and certainly never when the stakes were this high. But now his
ass was the prize. He turned away from the window and stared into the
cop's beautiful face.
"Nobody's ever beaten me at arm-wrestling, man. But I guess if there had
to be a first time I'd rather it be you than any other guy in the world.
You were great, buddy. You're an incredible guy."
He held out his hand in congratulations and Mark shook it warmly. "Zack,
you know as well as I do that we're equal. That last burst of strength was
just good timing on my part. But, man, you don't have to don't anything
you don't feel like ...
"No!" Zack cut him off. "Don't say it Mark. A fight's a fight and you
won. I knew the price to pay when I challenged you. And now my ass is
yours." Again he stared out of the window. "It's just that the only other
guy ever to fuck me was Randy, and I still remember the pain as he hammered
me."
Mark laughed. "Oh, I know how Randy fucks ... I remember the feeling.
Randy takes what he wants and fucks like a jackhammer. Every guy in the
house has been on the receiving end of that big weapon of his at one time
or another. But you see, buddy, Randy and I are cut from different cloth.
I don't fuck in anger, I don't fuck to cause pain. I want the guys I fuck
to get off on it, to remember it, and to come back for more."
"Yeah," Zack smiled. "Just ask Jamie, uh? I've seen how that kid looks at
you. Every time you come home he can't wait to feel the cop's dick in his
ass."
His smile faded as he stood up and pulled the tank over his head, then
dropped his shorts. Naked, he faced Mark. "OK, man, let's get it over
with. I can grit my teeth and take my punishment like a man." He fell on
his back on the bed.
Mark stared down at him. "Man, you are so fucking gorgeous. I guess I
wanted to take your ass the first time I saw you naked ... but I'm not
gonna do it."
"What? But you won, man. My ass is yours."
"Like I said, Zack, when I fuck I want the guy to love it, not close his
eyes and `grit his teeth' as you put it. Besides I have other ways of
getting off. Now I've sobered up I'm horny as hell but there's something
great that Bob taught me to do the first time I came to the house."
As Zack stared in amazement Mark, wearing just his boxer shorts, walked
over to the closet and gazed into the full-length mirror on the door. His
jaw clenched, his muscles flexed and he began to run his hands lightly over
his spectacular naked chest. He moaned softly as he felt his pecs, then
the ridges of his washboard stomach, then ran his hands up over his
shoulders and down to stroke his perfect biceps.
He spoke softly to Zack, but kept his eyes fixed in his own mirror image.
"Man, you should try this some time. It's incredible getting off on
yourself ... gives you total freedom. You can do just what you want, cum
when you want, stop when you want. Look at that guy in the mirror. He's
fucking gorgeous ... and he's gonna make me shoot my load."
Zack could hardly believe his eyes. He had never seen, never imagined,
anything like this ... a stud getting off on himself. It was a brand new
experience ... and one that made his dick hard as a rock. He stroked his
cock lightly as he gazed in awe at the sight.
Mark dropped his shorts and began to pose naked before the mirror. First
he raised his arms, flexing his biceps, then pressed his fists on the sides
of his waist, pushing his shoulders forward and flaring his lats in a
classic bodybuilder pose.
"Oh, man," Zack moaned, "that is fucking incredible. You look magnificent,
buddy. My dick's stiff as a pole." Then he saw what came next and
shouted, "Oh, shit, man!"
Mark has moved his hands back to his chest and was squeezing his nipples
hard in his fingers. He twisted them viciously and threw his head back as
the pain increased. His tousled blonde hair flew wildly and his eyes began
to stream tears. His tits were on fire and the pain radiated over his
chest. Mark's cock stood out rigid from his golden pubic hair and he began
to talk to the man in the mirror.
"Oh, yeah, stud. Let me see you torture those tits, man. Yeah, feel the
pain in your chest ... take it, stud. Look at that hard dick. Shit, man,
the pain's gonna make you cum. Let me see you shoot your load, fucker."
"NO!" Zack shouted at the pornographic image in the mirror. "Don't cum,
man. Please, don't shoot yet."
Mark dropped his hands but still stared at himself. "But he looks so
fucking hot, man. Look at that fucking jock getting off on himself.
Nothing else could make me cum like him. What else could I do with my
cock?"
Zack was whimpering now. "Fuck me, Mark. You are so fucking gorgeous
... I need you, man. I need to feel that cock in my ass."
Mark smiled. "You know how looking at a beautiful men gets me off, Zack.
It's a question of which one of us looks best." He finally turned to look
at the man on the bed. "What can you do for me, stud?"
Zack was shuddering with desire for this spectacular man. "Look!" he said
and stretched his naked body, spread-eagling it on the bed, wrists up to
the bedpost, feet spread at the bottom. He flexed his gleaming ebony
muscles hard, desperate to turn his buddy on, to pull him away from the
mirror.
Mark shook his head. "Gotta admit it, man. You do look fucking
magnificent. What do you want from me?"
Zack was pleading now. "I want you to fuck my ass, sir. Please, I want to
watch that gorgeous body hammer my ass."
"Nah, when it starts to hurt you'll change your mind."
"No ... No!" Zack stretched even higher to the bed posts. "Look, man, tie
me up. Tie me to the bed and fuck my ass." He was almost sobbing with
desire. "Please, sir. Let me feel your dick inside me, I beg you."
Mark smiled ... a confident, arrogant smile. "That's it buddy. I knew I
could make you want it ... crave it. Take a good look at me, man.
Beautiful, no? I know what I can do to guys, how much I can turn them on.
I didn't need to fight you, Zack. I knew that just by looking at me you
would submit to me ... want me inside you."
He moved quickly. He used his own discarded T-shirt to tie one of Zack's
wrists to one bedpost, and Zack's tank to secure the other wrist at the
other corner. Instinctively Zack pulled at his wrists and Mark looked with
satisfaction at the spectacular ebony body straining and writhing, muscles
gleaming as they flexed.
"Perfect," Mark smiled. "That's just so you can't touch your cock. Did I
tell you that every time I fuck Jamie he shoots his wad without even
touching himself? You're gonna do the same, buddy. I guarantee it."
Zack's heart was pounding, breath heaving as he watched the big cop come
closer. But then he shook with frustration and yelled "NO!"
Mark had turned around and was looking in the mirror again. "Hell man, I
don't know which one of us is the bigger turn-on. The guy in the mirror
looks pretty damn good." He began to stroke his already rigid cock and
used his other hand to squeeze his nipple. "Oh, yeah. That's it, man.
That's what's gonna make me cum!"
Zack was straining to get free in a frenzy of desire. "No, man, please,
not like that. Don't do this to me ... I want your cock, man. Please.
You want me to beg? Well, I'm begging you, sir. You've won, beaten me. I
submit to you. You are the best." Now he was sobbing. "Please, sir.
Please fuck my ass."
Finally Mark was satisfied. The fight had been nothing. Instead, by the
sheer force of his incredible beauty, he had reduced the big, arrogant,
macho black stud to a beaten, pleading man. The alpha top-man was offering
his ass in submission, begging to get fucked. Mark smiled down at the
bound bodybuilder, then dropped to his knees.
He grabbed Zack's ankles and pushed his legs backward, gazing down at the
black ass raised vulnerable before him. He moved his hips forward and
pressed the head of his dick against the hole.
"You sure you want this, buddy?"
"I've got to have it man. Please."
"OK. This is not Randy now. There's gonna be no pain ... only total
pleasure as you feel my cock slide inside you ... like this."
They locked eyes as Mark slowly pushed his stiff rod over the sphincter and
into the hot recesses of the ass that by now was a furnace. His cock
shuddered as he felt the soft, velvet membrane of the black man's ass. He
pushed further, slowly, until the head of his dick came to rest against the
hard muscle at the back.
Zack had never felt anything like this before. He could hardly believe
that this Greek God was causing the exquisite sensation that shot through
his whole body. He smiled up at Mark, his buddy. The two macho jocks,
after their night out on the town, were now making spectacular love to each
other. He felt the rigid pole resting against the muscle deep in his ass.
Mark spoke softly. "This is the moment, buddy ... something you've never
felt before. This is how it really feels to be fucked by me." In one
quick, final push, the head of his cock pressed against the firm muscle and
then passed over the inner sphincter, burying itself in the deepest, secret
recess of Zack's gut. Mark watched Zack's eyes open wide, his head shook
from side to side, and he howled.
"Oh God, man. Oh, God, that's incredible. Oh, man. I love it. I love
you, Mark. Please, man, pound my ass."
The cop's superb body became a machine as he pulled his hips back, then
plunged his shaft deep inside the black ass, again and again. Zack watched
the veins bulge in the straining muscles as the naked cop hammered him,
watched the beautiful face gleaming with sweat, jaw clenched, eyes wild.
Mark was electrified by the incredible sensation in his cock. He was used
to fucking his boy but this was different. This was no boy ... it was a
rugged, powerful bodybuilder, struggling in bondage, offering his ass to
him.
The pounding was long and ecstatic, but finally the intense sensations they
both felt had to come to a climax. Mark spoke softly. "Now, Zack, I want
to see that huge black club of yours shoot its load all over you. You look
so fucking incredible, I want to see your final act of submission. You
ready, man?"
Zack groaned, "Whenever you say, sir."
"OK, stud. Admit it, I am the best. Submit to me ...now!"
Zack pulled frantically at his bound wrists, he screamed, "You've beaten
me. I submit, sir!" His black cock shuddered and a huge spurt of white
liquid blasted high in the air, and splashed down on the straining,
gleaming chest. As Zack felt the cop's huge eruption inside his ass he
shot again, and again, until he was soaked in pools of his own semen. The
two men took great gulps of air and it was a long time before their heaving
bodies came to rest. They had not broken eye contact, and still gazed into
each other's smiling face.
Zack spoke first. "You are the best, Mark. There's nobody in the world
like you."
Mark grinned. "No, buddy. We are the best. There's nobody like us."
Then he laughed. "Amazing what two jocks get up to when they decide to hit
Vegas."
***************
After sleeping in each other's arms for what was left of the night, they
woke late and ordered breakfast from room service. Freshly showered,
wearing the thick white robes provided by the hotel, they sat facing each
other over the huge breakfast. Oddly, they were a bit shy with each other
after the extraordinary night they had spent together. When they spoke it
was small talk.
"Jesus, I'm starved," Mark said. "Can't remember when we last ate."
"You know time stands still in Vegas, pal. We crammed a lot into one
night."
"Yeah, 'crammed' just about covers it," Mark, grinned, remembering the
feeling of his cock in the tight ass. That remark was followed by another
long silence as Mark gazed out of the window.
"Where are you, buddy?" Zack asked.
"Oh, thinking about Jamie as a matter of fact."
"You miss him, don't you?"
"Yeah, a whole lot."
"Me too. I miss Darius. I've really come to love that kid."
After another long silence Zack said, "When are you working next?"
"Oh, not for a few days. I worked three twelve-hours shifts so now I've
got four days off."
"OK, buddy, you were in charge last night. Now let me take over." Zack
picked up the phone and made two calls. The first was to reception asking
to extend the room for another two nights. The second was to Darius's cell
phone. There was a pause, then:
"Hey, you doing OK, kid? Listen, you know how I said whenever I call you
have to come to me? Well I'm calling now. Here's what you do. You get
Jamie, throw a few things in a bag and get Randy to drive you to Burbank
airport. You and Jamie get on the first flight to Vegas. Use the credit
card I gave you. Hop in a cab and come to the MGM Grand, room 814. Mark
and I will be waiting for you both. You got all that? Good. See you,
kid."
Zack put down the phone and grinned at Mark. "See, buddy, that's the great
thing about having boys. You call ... they come. Just like that."
**************
There were five of them in the big cab of Randy's truck ... Bob in front
with him and the three boys squeezed into the rear seat, all on their way
to Burbank. Bob's flight was to San Francisco where senior management of
his financial services firm were having a two-day retreat. Darius and
Jamie, of course, had been summoned to Vegas. Pablo was here to see them
off.
In the United section of the airport Randy hugged Bob tight. "God, I hate
it when you go away, buddy, even for a couple of days. I'll miss the hell
out of you."
Bob smiled. "Well, looks like I'm leaving you in good company. Seems
you'll be all alone in the house with Pablo. Treat him well, big guy."
Over at the Southwest Airlines gate the three young boys were talking
excitedly. Darius and Jamie had been in a panic getting ready ever since
the call from Zack. Sure they were eager to see Las Vegas for the first
time, but especially thrilled that they had been summoned there by their
masters.
"Now dudes," Pablo said, "I want a full report from you when you get back.
Dying to know what those guys want you there for. Wonder if you'll all be
in the same room. Now that's a hell of a fantasy, even for you Darius."
The two flights took off more or less at the same time. Randy threw his
arm over Pablo's shoulder as they walked back out to the parking lot.
"Guess it's just you and me alone for the whole weekend, kiddo. Sure you
don't mind?"
Pablo looked up at Randy, his face glowing. "Mind, sir? It's a dream of
mine to be alone with you for so long."
"You're right, kid. I've been so busy I've neglected you. Time to get
reacquainted ... do something new together."
They didn't speak again until they were in the truck on the way home.
Pablo stared out of the window lost in thought and Randy said, "Unlike you
to be so quiet. What's on your mind, kid?"
Pablo turned to look at him in that direct way he had. "Well, sir, me and
the guys were talking."
"Shit," Randy laughed. "Mark always says when he hears those words he
knows he's in trouble. OK, kiddo, shoot."
"Well, sir, it's like this. Jamie wanted to really show Mark how much he
loved him. He wanted the cop to totally dominate him and the only way he
knew was to ask Mark to whip him. So that's what happened and Jamie loved
it, pain and all. Now they're closer than ever."
"Hell, kid, I've already whipped you ... several times. You have something
else in mind?"
"No, sir. It's just that, now we're alone I really want to give myself to
you, really want you to use me, dominate me. I want to show you I'm your
boy, that I'll take anything from you. Anything, sir ... even if it
hurts."
There was a silence as Randy looked at the road ahead. "Hmm. There is one
thing I've never done to you. Not to anyone except Bob. Never thought you
could take it. Still don't think you can."
"Try me, sir," Pablo pleaded. "Please. I want to show you how tough I am.
Like I said, I'll take anything from you. You can do anything at all."
******************
They were silent for the rest of the drive home. Randy was emotional as he
thought of Pablo's request. God, he loved the kid for his toughness, for
wanting to prove himself yet again to his master. Randy had caused pain to
a lot of guys... he never held back ... but with Pablo it was different.
He loved the boy like a son ... hell, he was his son, by adoption ... and
he was afraid of hurting him. Still, if that's what he wanted ...
Pablo was in a state of nervous apprehension. He remembered how proud
Jamie had been when he showed up with whip marks over his naked body. His
master the cop had really worked him over. That's what Pablo wanted, to be
dominated by his master. But now he wasn't so sure. He knew how Randy
could be, how tough and ruthless he was, and Pablo's bravado was now
tempered by fear at what the big construction boss was going to do to him.
When they entered the house Randy said simply. "My room in ten minutes,
boy." Alarmed by the gruff tone of his master's voice Pablo ran first to
his own room, then to the room shared by Randy and Bob. In the kitchen
Randy pulled a beer from the fridge and sat down to think. He had to
admit, he was looking forward to what he was about to do to his boy.
When he went upstairs Pablo was standing by the bed, buck naked.
"What's that in your hand, boy," Randy asked. Pablo held out the leather
collar to him like a ritual offering.
"This is what Zack used on Darius, sir. I was told to take it off him and
we've had it in our room ever since."
Randy's eyes narrowed. "God, you really want this, don't you, kid?"
"I really want it, sir."
Randy took the collar and Pablo bowed his head. Randy buckled the collar
round his neck and stood back to admire his boy.
"God, you're beautiful, kid. Now I'm sure what I'm gonna do to you. You
asked for it, and there's no turning back. Get on the bed."
Pablo lay on his back and watched as Randy pulled off his T-shirt. As
always, the boy gasped when he saw the incredible bodybuilder, stripped to
the waist in jeans and boots. He took a deep breath as his master knelt on
the bed astride him. Randy reached forward, put his fingers on his boy's
nipples and twisted them hard. Pain shot through Pablo's chest but he
didn't make a sound. Tears spurted from his eyes but he gazed steadily at
the pale blue eyes of his master.
"Yeah, boy. You're a tough son-of-a-bitch, alright. I always knew that,
but I doubt you can take what comes next."
He reached over to the bedside table and pulled a jar from the drawer. He
eased back on the bed so he was kneeling between Pablo's legs. Then Pablo
gasped and almost shouted out in alarm. Randy had pushed his left hand
into the jar and pulled it out, covered in thick lubricant. He made a fist
and, with his other hand, smoothed the cream over it.
Pablo watched in horror. Now he knew what was going to happen to him.
Darius had once told him a rumor that Randy had done this to Bob to punish
him. At least, it began as a punishment but ended up bringing them closer
together than ever. But, Jesus, look at that fist. It was huge. Pablo
was on the verge of protesting, but his pride stopped him. Besides, Randy
had said `there's no turning back,' and he meant it.
"You ready, boy?"
Pablo answered in a firm voice. "Yes, sir!" He bent his legs, pulling his
feet toward him so his ass was exposed and vulnerable.
So it began. Pablo felt the fingers stroking the sphincter of his ass,
gently at first, then with increasing pressure. He felt one finger enter
his hole, then two, then three as Randy loosened him up. There was no pain
yet, but Pablo clenched his ass muscles in anticipation of what was to
come. He heard the deep voice again.
"Look at me, boy. Don't take your eyes off mine. And remember, you're the
boss's boy."
Pablo felt all four fingers enter his ass, then the thumb, and the widest
part of the fist rested against his sphincter. This was it. Pablo
breathed hard and gazed at his master's rugged face. The pressure
increased, Pablo gasped and just managed to stifle a scream as the fist
pushed, harder and harder. The pain was building, became excruciating, but
just as Pablo knew he could take no more, it stopped. He gazed wide-eyed
up at his master.
Randy smiled at him. "I'm inside you, Pablo. Your master's fist is inside
your ass."
It was true. Pablo felt a fullness in his ass that he had never felt
before, a sensation that sent spasms of ecstasy radiating from his ass
through his whole body. Now his eyes left Randy's face, moved over the
broad shoulder, down the flexed bicep, the veins bulging, down over the
forearm and the wrist ... that disappeared into his ass! His eyes filled
with tears as he realized that his master had exerted total control over
him. He was being fist-fucked by the man he loved most in the world.
"How do you feel, kid."
"Sir ... it's the best feeling of my life. Thank you, sir."
Carefully Randy curled his fingers slowly into a fist inside the boy's ass
and began to turn it, round and back, feeling the hot, velvet membrane of
the young ass. Pablo floated into a world of exquisite pleasure. It was
not only the incredible feeling in his butt, but the knowledge that his
master was subjecting him to the most private sexual act possible. They
were joined in a way no other act could join them.
But as his entire body shuddered Pablo knew that his climax was close.
"Please, sir," he moaned softly, "you're gonna make me cum."
"Not yet, boy. I want to enjoy your ass a bit longer. I'll tell you
when."
He pulled his fist back a little, then pushed it deeper into the ass. He
turned it round, pulled back, then pushed again. The fisting was gentle
and sent Pablo into a place where he had no control. His cock was pulsing
and he knew he could not hold back. And it was then that Randy pushed his
fist hard into the inner cauldron of his ass, and he heard the voice
... "Now, Pablo ... Now!"
And Pablo had the most explosive orgasm he had ever experienced. He opened
his mouth and drank in the stream of white cream that poured from his cock,
again and again. He swallowed mouthfuls of his own cum, as it splashed
over his face, into his eyes and hair. He could hardly breath, his heart
was pounding, and in his hypnotic state he was aware of a final sharp pain
in his ass as the fist pulled out of him.
As his eyes began to clear he looked up through the film of semen and saw
the glorious face of his master smiling down at him and heard his voice.
"That do it for you, kiddo? Is that kinda what you had in mind?"
Pablo was beyond thought. He had felt his master's fist in his ass. It
was sensational. He had proved he was truly Randy's boy. But all he could
manage to say was, "I love you, sir."
**************
Randy was wiping his hand with a towel. "Only thing is, kid, you've shot
your load, big time, but I haven't. Can't let that happen."
He grabbed Pablo's ankles, pushed his legs high in the air, and with one
swift move, plunged his rigid cock into the now tender, warm greasy hole.
Pablo gasped as he felt the cock rub against the sensitive walls of his
ass, sore from the invasion of the huge fist. But as he regained control
of his muscles he clenched his ass round the huge cock as it pounded inside
him. He squeezed, then released, and squeezed again, as if he were fucking
his master's cock. Randy went through the roof, his face poured with sweat
as he pistoned savagely as only he could.
It didn't take long. Soon he threw his head back and screamed, "I love
you, Pablo. You're my boy!" and he let loose a stream of cum inside his
boy's ass. When his orgasm subsided he was laughing and fell forward,
crushing the young body beneath him. Pablo was ecstatic as he looked at
the wild, swarthy face. He began to lick the sweat from it, running his
tongue hungrily over the brow, the cheek, the neck, then up to the eyes
that he kissed passionately.
After they regained their breath they hit the shower together, Pablo on his
knees as he soaped his master's legs and pressed his face against the thick
piece of meat swinging between them. Randy looked down through the water
and steam at the upturned, adoring face of the boy he had fucked in every
way. Finally he turned off the water and smiled down at him.
"OK, kiddo. Food! We gotta eat, especially after all that. Dry off and
get in the kitchen ... Now!
**************
After the frenzy of the afternoon the scene was now one of domestic calm.
Dressed in only old boxer shorts Randy sat sprawled in a chair watching his
boy prepare dinner. He admired the lithe young body, barefoot and
shirtless in just surfer shorts ... and still wearing the leather collar.
As Pablo moved efficiently round the kitchen preparing food, Randy reached
down to his boxers and stroked his crotch.
"Jesus, you're beautiful, kid. And that ass! Guess I didn't stretch it
too much. Still the same bubble butt I fell in lust with when I first saw
it."
Pablo stopped and looked at Randy about to reply, but Randy cut him short.
"No, kid, keep working. I just want to watch you. Pay no attention to
me."
And so throughout the meal preparation Randy watched. His feeling was one
of lust, sure, but mostly of pride in this beautiful young kid who had
given himself to him. It was the pride of ownership, of knowing that this
tough, resilient boy was his. He smiled as he saw the concentrated look on
his boy's face, focused on his task. He saw muscles ripple in the young
body as it moved round the room. And when his back was turned he saw the
incredible ass, the perfect round globes bulging under the thin cotton of
the tight shorts.
And that's what did it. Randy rubbed the bulge in his shorts harder and
suddenly groaned loudly as he felt his cock rear up and shoot a sticky wad
of cum in his boxers. Only then did Pablo look round at him and smile.
"See what you do to me, kiddo," Randy grinned, looking down at the huge wet
stain spreading over the front of his shorts. He jumped up. "OK, kiddo,
now let me help you with dinner."
Surprised, Pablo said, "You've gotta wash your hands first."
"Yes, sir," Randy grinned. "You're the boss, chef."
Randy was given the job of peeling the corn while Pablo chopped onions.
That always brought tears to his eyes, and soon they were running down his
cheeks. When Randy saw this he moved close and licked the tears from his
face, kissed his cheeks and pressed his lips against the boy's eyes. He
had never felt so tender toward anyone in his life. But then he felt his
sticky, wet crotch pressing against Pablo's leg and he pulled back.
"You want me to change my shorts before we eat?"
"Not at all, sir." Pablo gave his mischievous, sideways grin. "Looks
perfect to me."
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And so they ate outside in the late afternoon sun. All tension was gone
... they were at peace. Pablo had proved once more how tough he was, had
submitted his ass to the ultimate act, and Randy had unloaded his juice
twice, once inside his boy's ass and once simply looking at his beautiful
young body. As the meal began Randy reached forward and unbuckled the
collar from Pablo's neck.
"We'll save that for later, eh? I have a feeling we're gonna have a great
weekend ... just the two of us."
They laughed and chatted easily together, about the other guys, but mostly
about Pablo and his future. Randy was overwhelmed with affection for the
boy, and Pablo's eyes shone with total adoration. But by the time the meal
was over Randy noticed the boy could hardly keep his eyes open.
"Tired, kid?"
"Kinda bushed, sir, yes."
"Come with me." Randy took his arm and pushed him gently across the lawn
into the long grass under the trees. He pulled him down to the ground and
they lay in the cool, soft grass. Pablo turned and pushed his back against
his master's chest, his ass resting perfectly against the bulge in Randy's
shorts. The big construction worker wrapped his arms around the drowsy
young boy's near naked body.
Randy whispered in his ear, "You know something, kiddo. I'm real proud to
call you my boy ... real proud."
Pablo smiled, almost asleep now, and murmured, "Thank you, sir. I love
you, sir."
And then they were asleep.
******************
While these two men were winding down, two other young guys were winding up
to a fever pitch of anticipation. Darius and Jamie had gazed down
excitedly from the plane window as they flew over the Sierras. And now,
wide-eyed, they were staring out of the taxi at the extraordinary,
over-the-top sights of glittering Las Vegas. This was their first time,
and they were blown away.
At the hotel their excitement reached a climax as they rode the elevator to
the eighth floor and rang the bell at Room 814.
"Come in," a deep voice shouted. "Door's open."
Timidly they entered the room and closed the door behind them. They gazed
in awe at the sight of two muscle-gods, one black as ebony, the other a
golden blonde, lying on their back on the bed, wearing only undershorts.
The boys expected an effusive greeting but that's not at all what they got.
"Stand there," commanded Zack, pointing to the foot of the bed. The two
boys nervously took their place, their hands lightly clasped behind their
backs.
"So what do you say, buddy," Mark asked Zack. "Think they'll do?"
"Hmm, dunno," Zack said. "The black one looks like he has attitude. Have
to knock that out of him."
"The blonde looks nervous, though," Mark added. "Still, I like that in a
boy. He can be worked on. OK, boys, turn around."
They turned their backs to the bed and heard Zack say. "Oh, yeah, great
asses. Provided we can do what we like with them."
Mark laughed. "Guess we'll just have to find that out."
Jamie was confused and nervous. He had no idea what was going on. It was
as if Mark and Zack had never met them before. But when he stole a glance
at Darius, his friend smiled and winked at him ... he had lived this
fantasy before. And that made Jamie relax. If Darius was OK with this so
was he. In fact, he was starting to get excited, his cock growing stiff in
his pants. Then he heard Mark's voice.
"OK, boys. You'll do. You look like a pair of hot young studs, so we're
gonna put you to work. Turn around ... and get naked."
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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength ... Part 79"