Date: Wed, 6 Jun 2012 02:43:37 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: A Trial Of strength - Part 95  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 95
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
   All hell breaks loose on Randy after he demolishes Hassan and leaves him
crawling in the mud.  Mark roars at him, "I fight my own battles, pal.  I
don't need you and your fucking anger screwing things up."  Later Zack
piles on.  "You do not order my boy to fuck a guy he barely knows.  I'm the
one who tells Darius what to do, and that includes fucking ass!"  But the
boys have their own ways of soothing their men ...

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A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - Chapter 95 – "The Fury of Men – The Wisdom of
Boys"

"Thank you, sir," Hassan whispered and hung his head in defeat and
humiliation.

The exotically beautiful man was stretched naked, spread-eagled in chains.
Years ago as a solider in the Middle East Hassan had captured and
interrogated Mark, then an army corporal, with brutal physical and sexual
degradation.  It had been a homoerotic battle of mutual strength and carnal
desire.  And now, years later, Hassan had just paid an agonizing price.
Randy had been incensed by the story of his buddy's torture and had taken
merciless revenge.

They had fought a vicious fight which Randy had finally won.  He had hung
Hassan in chains, tortured his balls, gut-punched him, whipped his muscular
body, fucked his ass and then told Darius to fuck him with his monstrous
ten-inch cock.  In a final act of humiliation Randy had pissed all over the
muscle-god's shuddering, battered body.  Hassan was broken, destroyed and
now hung in abject submission.  Randy was his master.

There was a long silence.  Nothing moved.

Then suddenly the stillness was shattered by the crash of the gate bursting
open.  Randy turned and saw ... Mark!

Darius had witnessed the whole scene and had phoned Pablo and Jamie to tell
them what was happening.  And of course, Jamie had alerted Mark.  The cop
raced to the construction site straight from work, and now he stood there
in full police uniform, black shirt unbuttoned halfway, still wearing his
motorcycle helmet.  He stood stock still in disbelief at the sight before
him ... a spectacular naked man, bound, spread-eagled, his gleaming muscles
striped with the obvious marks a whip.

"Welcome," Randy said.  "Good to see you, buddy.  Here, I believe you know
this guy from the past."

He grabbed Hassan's hair and pulled his face up like a trophy... the face
of a broken man, streaming with sweat and piss.  He held the head up as
Hassan opened his eyes and tried to focus.  Gradually the image became
clear ... a stunning uniformed cop, standing legs astride.  He saw the cop
reach up and remove his helmet, then run his hand through his tangled
blonde hair.  He was beautiful, magnificent.

Hanging in chained humiliation, Hassan opened his eyes wide and he took a
sharp intake of breath.  Tears streamed down his face.  From the depths of
his despair and degradation came a pitiful sob of recognition.

"Mark!"

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

It was a frozen tableau as Randy smiled in triumph, Darius held his breath,
and Mark stood in shock and awe.  Then there was movement behind Mark as
Bob, Zack, Jamie and Pablo crowded through the gate and stopped in
amazement.  (As Bob said later, "When Darius gets on his damned megaphone
it's enough to alert the neighborhood.")

Randy was the first to move.  Expertly he unshackled Hassan's legs and
wrists and the shattered, muscular body fell forward into the mud.  Randy
gave one last triumphant look at the beaten man and walked toward Mark.
"He's all yours, buddy," he grinned.  "I've finished with him.  Don't think
he'll be giving you any more trouble."  He glanced at Bob with a satisfied
smile as he strode out through the gate, and a few seconds later his truck
roared away.

Lying on his stomach Hassan was beginning to stir.  Painfully he raised his
face and saw the spectacular image of Mark.  He moaned softly and began to
move.  All the men watched spellbound as the broken man dragged himself
agonizingly through the mud, his muscles rippling with the supreme effort.
His naked body was streaked with mud, sweat and urine and his pain-racked
efforts to reach Mark were agonizing to watch.

At one point he collapsed and his face fell back into the mud.  From
somewhere deep down he summoned his last ounces of strength, stretched his
arms forward, clawed at the mud and finally hauled himself to Mark's feet.
He grabbed his shining black boot, pressed his sobbing face to it ... and
passed out.

In the background Darius silently raised his camera to his face and got the
last shot for his movie, the naked, degraded muscle-god collapsed
unconscious at the feet of the man he had come so far and endured so much
pain to see once more.

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

The effect of all this on Mark was profound.  He had long since managed to
bury the episode of his wartime captivity in the deepest recesses of his
memory and never dreamed he would ever see Hassan again.  He was not even
aware that the man was in the U.S. let alone trying to reach him.  Now the
sight of him lying naked at his feet set his mind reeling with conflicting
emotions.  First, the harrowing image of Hassan torturing him flashed
vividly into his consciousness and his body shuddered.

But there were also the more conflicting emotions of past admiration and
lust for Hassan.  And the sight of this proud, beautiful man lying broken
and degraded at his feet filled him with revulsion and remorse.  Remorse!
... even though he had taken no part in it.  Retribution was not in Mark's
nature but somehow he still felt responsible.  Someone else had brutalized
Hassan ... Randy!

In a daze Mark looked blindly around him, desperate for something, someone
to hold onto.  And he saw Jamie ... his, beautiful, devoted boy looking up
at him with his adoring blue eyes.  He reached out to him, grabbed his arm
and pulled him away from the scene and through the gate.  Mark straddled
his motorcycle, pulled Jamie on behind him and they roared away.

Back on the construction site Bob and Zack sprang into action.  Zack fell
on his knees and cradled Hassan's head as he slowly regained consciousness.
"Zack," Bob said, "we have to get him out of here.  Can we take him to your
house?"

"Sure," Zack agreed.  "Darius, Pablo ... go on ahead and get the bathroom
and spare room ready.  Move it!"

The two boys raced out of the gate while Zack gently lifted Hassan's naked
body into his powerful arms.  Bob picked up the muddy remains of his
clothes and helped Zack ease the exhausted man into his truck.

Behind them they left the now deserted construction site, the muddy ground
littered with chains, ropes and the shredded remains of Hassan's black
tank-trop.

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

Randy was home, sprawled in a chair by the pool, sipping a beer, feeling
pleased with himself.  There was nothing more satisfying than taking
revenge, showing a big stud who's boss.  He heard Mark's bike pull up and
smiled as he and his boy came through the gate.  Jamie hung back, but the
uniformed cop strode right up to Randy.  Randy was expecting gratitude, so
he was not ready for the anger that flashed from Mark's eyes.

"What the fuck did you to him, man?" he shouted.

"Oh, pretty much the same as he did to you back in that cell, buddy."

"To me!  He did it to me!  Why the fuck did you have to get involved?  What
happened between that guy and me was my business, my job to handle ... in
my way.  What? ... You were just showing him what a tough mother-fucker you
are, is that it?"

"Hey, get a grip, buddy.  You should know by now that nobody gets to
torture one of my guys without answering to me.  They insult you, they
insult me."

Mark jabbed him in the chest.  "Now get this straight, pal.  I am not `one
of your guys' and neither is my boy here.  We fight our own battles, and we
don't need you and your fucking anger screwing things up.  So stay out of
our lives, OK?"

He walked back to Jamie and grabbed his shoulder.  "Come and get changed,
kid.  We're going for a ride up the coast, spend the night by the ocean.  I
need to breathe some fresh air, `cause the air round here is getting real
stale."

Randy gazed in shock as the two disappeared into the House.  What?  What
the fuck was that?  What just happened here?  God, he needed Bob.  He
always needed Bob.

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

At that moment Bob was helping Zack get a dazed Hassan into the shower and
Darius volunteered to soap him up and massage his aching muscles (of course
he did.)  After that Pablo dried him off and Zack helped him into the bed
that the boys had made up in the spare room.  Zack gave Hassan a Xanax and
in a few minutes he had fallen into the deep sleep of total exhaustion.

"He'll sleep `til morning, Zack," said Bob.  "Thanks for your help.  OK if
Darius and Pablo spend some time with you?  The twins can make you all
dinner here.  I gotta go see Randy.  I've a feeling I'll have a lot of
bridges to mend."

As usual Bob was right.  He found Randy in the kitchen on his second or
third beer.  He sat down at the table with him.

"You're getting drunk."

"Damn right."

"OK, what happened?"

Fucking bullshit, that's what happened."  Slurring a bit Randy told Bob of
how Mark had laid into him, yelling at him to stay out of his life.  "After
everything I did for him, destroying that prick!"  He drained his beer and
opened another.

"Yeah, I thought that might happen," murmured Bob.

"OK, wise-ass.  So how the hell do you explain the attitude of that fucking
cop?"

"Randy, listen.  When Mark told me the story of his interrogation he was
clearly confused.  Sure, the way Hassan treated him was horrific ... the
guy was sadistic ... but there were a lot of weird sexual feelings mixed up
in it too.  I remember how he described it.  `We were both beautiful men,'
he said `...  me a muscular Scandinavian blonde, he with his Middle-Eastern
dark looks and perfectly sculpted body.'  In the middle of all that pain
and suffering their trial of strength became almost homoerotic, and Mark no
doubt still has the same confused feelings for the man to this day.

"So when he saw what you had done, totally destroyed and humiliated Hassan,
all he could see was that beautiful man lying naked in the mud.  Mark
probably hated you at that point, with no idea that you might have done it
out of love and loyalty to a friend you think of as a brother.  But you
know what?  My guess is when he cools down he'll start to see things as
they really are.  Don't forget he has Jamie with him.  Never underestimate
that young kid."

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

And once again Bob got it right.  With Jamie beside him Mark was driving
his truck up Pacific Coast Highway headed for a small inn he knew on the
beach where he and Jamie would spend the night.  They had driven for the
first half-hour in silence.  Jamie had his hand pressed against the inside
of Mark's thigh and he was reading his master's expression like a book.
When he finally saw the big cop's body relax, Jamie spoke.

"May I say something, sir?"

"Of course, kid.  You know you always can."

"Well, sir ..." He cleared his throat.  "I think Randy did what he did to
Hassan because he loves you, sir."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean ...?"

Mark saw Jamie flinch and immediately regretted his tone.

"Sorry, Jamie.  Go ahead.  Explain yourself."

"Well, sir.  I was in the office when Bob told Randy the story of your
torture as a soldier, and I saw Randy's reaction.  He was real angry, he
paced around the room and I even saw tears come to his eyes.  He hated the
idea of anyone hurting you and ... well you know Randy, sir ... the only
way he could put things right was with his fists.  He knew he had to beat
the guy up.  But it was because he loves you.  He really does."

There was a long silence, then Mark said.  "You think I over-reacted with
Randy ... balling him out like that.  Come on, kid.  Tell me the truth."

Jamie gulped and said in a small voice, "I think you did, sir."  He held
his breath, fearful of the cop's reaction to his boy's boldness.

Mark looked over at Jamie and his eyes misted over.  "Jesus Christ, what
did I do to deserve finding a boy like you, Jamie?  You have become one
hell of a guy ... and so fucking smart.  What you said there ... you're
probably right ... and it helps me a lot, kiddo."

A mischievous smile crossed Jamie's face.  `There's another way I can help,
sir ... if you let me.  You're still real tense."

Mark grinned at him.  "Yeah.  So what you gonna do about that, kid?"

No more was said.  Jamie reached over and quickly unbuttoned the fly
buttons of Mark's jeans.  He pulled out the cop's huge dick that was
rapidly getting hard.  He bent forward and shuddered as he breathed in the
intimate man-smell of his master's crotch.  He closed his mouth over the
round head of the cock, then lowered his face, feeling the rod slide in all
the way down his throat.  Mark's low groan of pleasure made Jamie's own
dick get hard.

It had become Jamie's greatest joy in life to give pleasure to his god-like
master.  It was what he lived for.  Now his master was tense with anger and
he wanted to make everything right for him.  So he put all his effort, all
his love, into sucking his master's beautiful cock.  Again and again he
felt it slide down his throat.  At its deepest he clenched his throat
muscles tight round the shaft and heard Mark moan.

"God, that's incredible, kid.  Yeah, keep doing that.  Take it all the way
down.  I love you, boy.  The cop's your master.  Make him feel good.  Don't
stop."

Keeping one hand on the wheel Mark pressed his other hand on Jamie's head.
Grabbing his thick, blonde hair he pulled the head back, then pushed it
down hard on his raging cock.  He pulled it back up, then plunged it down
harder and harder.  Tears were streaming from the young boys eyes as he
felt his mouth being impaled on the huge pole.  He was choking, gagging,
trapped by the iron strength of his master forcing his face down on his
cock.

As they roared up the highway Jamie was dimly aware of the sounds of the
road, the wind and the waves, but his focus was on his master's manhood as
it pistoned into him.  He could feel the veins in the rigid pole, feel the
blood racing through them.  He knew Mark was close and again clenched his
muscles round his cock.  He felt the cop's body shudder, heard his ecstatic
howl ... and felt the sudden eruption deep down in his throat.

Frantically the boy swallowed ... huge gulps ...as he tried to take the
flood of semen that poured into him.  He smelled, tasted the sweet juice of
his master.  He knew he was good at this, knew he had given his master
exactly what he needed.  He had done what he lived for ... given his master
infinite pleasure.

The truck didn't reduce speed, didn't swerve, but roared straight on up the
highway, seagulls wheeling overhead, screaming wildly as if they had seen
everything.  As calm began to return Jamie pulled his head back, still
swallowing the last drops of cum.  He slumped back against the truck door
and gazed in awe at his gorgeous master.

Mark was still staring straight ahead at the road.  A smile spread over his
face and he said, "Thanks, kid.  That was the best."  That was all ... but
it was enough to make Jamie's cock rock hard.  He couldn't take his eyes of
the magnificent man.  Mark was wearing a black tank top, a present from
Jamie, stretched over his perfect torso.  His muscular shoulders and arms
gleamed with a thin film of sweat, his blonde hair fell over his forehead,
and his square jaw clenched slightly.  He was an awesome man, a Greek God,
and Jamie felt pre-cum dribbling from his cock in his shorts.

Without looking at him Mark said, "Go ahead, kid.  Do it.  You deserve it."

Jamie pulled out his cock and didn't even need to stroke it.  He held it
straight up and it exploded with the creamy cum of excited youth.  The
juice arced high in the air and splashed back on his own face, in his hair,
and streamed down his chest.  For the first time Mark turned his head and
looked at his boy who was blinking hard, cum running down his face and into
his eyes.

Mark erupted into laughter, then pulled Jamie toward him and kissed him
hard, their mouths slick with semen.  When Mark pulled back and
concentrated once more on the road Jamie knew he had never loved anyone as
much as he did right now ... at this very moment ... on Pacific Coast
Highway.

Mark pulled out his cell phone and hit the speed dial.  "Hey, buddy.  Just
thought I'd check in, see if everything's OK."

"We're getting there," said Bob.

"Listen, man, what I said to Randy ... I was way out of line ... I was kind
of in shock when I saw Hassan.  I wasn't thinking straight.  I ... "

"No need to explain, Mark.  I know."

"Of course," ... Mark smiled to himself ... "you always know.  I love you
man.  Will you do me a favor and ... well ... just tell Randy I called?"

"Leave it to me," Bob said.  "Enjoy your trip.  And take good care of that
boy of yours."

"I already am," grinned Zack glancing over at the blonde young man with cum
all over his face.

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

Bob closed his phone and said non-commitally to Randy, "That was Mark.
Said to tell you he called."

Drunk as he was by now Randy smiled to himself.  Mark wanted him to know he
had called ... that was all he needed to feel vindicated.  But his
satisfaction lasted only a few minutes before the kitchen door opened and
Zack came in, clearly in no mood to be messed with.

"Oh, Bob," Zack said.  "Sorry.  Didn't know you were here.  I've come to
see this guy, so I'll keep it brief."

He turned on Randy, eyes blazing.  "Listen, asshole, the next time you go
on one of your anger/revenge trips leave my boy out of it.  I don't
appreciate having Darius used as a weapon in whatever new macho crusade
you're on.  You got a problem with a guy ... you deal with it.  You do not
... repeat not ... order my boy to fuck a guy he barely knows.  He's your
assistant at work, but that's as far as it goes.  The rest of the time he's
my boy and I'm the one who'll tell him what to do, and that includes
fucking ass.  You get that, pal?"

"Shit," Randy said, slurring his words.  "I didn't hear him complain.  He
had a blast ... one of his biggest fantasies."

Zack clenched his fists in mounting anger and would have hit Randy had he
not felt the light touch of Bob's restraining hand.  He turned to Bob.
"OK, buddy, out of respect for you I won't slug him.  But maybe you can
talk some sense into that thick skull of his."  He stormed out, slamming
the door behind him.

Randy was really starting to steam.  "Shit damn, you try to do a buddy a
favor and the whole world dumps on you."

Bob put his hand on his arm.  "I know how you feel, Randy, but this whole
thing has stirred up a mess of raw feelings.  You'll see, the dust will
settle and the guys will calm down.  Besides, it may feel like the rest of
the world is against you, but not me, buddy.  You've still got me."

Randy gazed into the soft brown eyes and once again realized how much he
loved this man.  But the mood was broken as the door suddenly opened again,
and this time it was the twins.  "Sir," Kyle said to Bob, "we just made
dinner for the guys across the street and were wondering when you'll be
ready to eat."

The interruption pushed Randy over the edge and his drunken anger returned.
"Get the fuck out of here, assholes," he yelled.  "Can't you see this is
private? ... nothing to do with you."  They beat a hasty, terrified retreat
from the room as Bob shot to his feet and glared at Randy.  "You
son-of-a-bitch ... they're my boys.  They're already scared shitless of you
and I can see why.  Way to go, champ!"  He spun round and went after the
twins, and once again the door slammed.

Randy buried his face in his hands.  "Oh shit," he groaned, "not Bob too.
I can be such a prize fuck-up."  He heard the door open one more time and
he looked up in anger as Pablo walked in.  "Jesus Christ," Randy snarled.
"It's like the Hollywood fucking Freeway in here tonight.  What do you
want, kid?  You come to dump on your old man like everyone else?  They all
look at me like I'm Attila the fucking Hun."

Pablo sat at the table facing him, his eyes shining.  "Sir, Darius just
showed me the video he made of you and that guy Hassan at the construction
site."

"Oh yeah?"

"Sir, you were totally awesome, sir!  What you did to the guy ... making
him submit to you, beg you, before you even touched him, just because you
looked so damned hot.  And the part where you fucked his ass" ... he
blushed ... "that made me cream my jeans.  And how about the fight that
started it?  Man, you hammered him good.  I've never seen a guy so totally
destroyed."

Randy perked up, hearing the first note of enthusiastic approval all
evening.  "Yeah, I nailed him alright, kid, but only just.  He had some
pretty fancy moves of his own."

"You mean the karate kicks, sir.  Yeah they were way cool.  Wish I could
learn something like that."

Randy was sobering up fast.  "No reason you couldn't, kid.  Sounds like a
job for your old man."  He gathered up the beer bottles and dumped them in
the trash.  "Come on, kiddo, let's take this outside."

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

Bob spent some time reassuring the twins that they had done nothing wrong,
explaining that everyone was just a bit on edge right now.  He promised to
make it up to them, and went back to the kitchen.  But Randy had gone.  In
alarm Bob glanced through the window ... and he relaxed as a slow smile
spread over his face.  His shook his head in disbelief and murmured,
"Son-of-a-bitch."

Outside a karate lesson was in progress.  Both guys were barefoot, stripped
down to their shorts, and Randy was evidently showing his boy some moves.
His raised his leg high and kicked Pablo lightly on the shoulder, making
him stagger sideways.  He gave instructions to Pablo who copied the move,
hitting Randy squarely in the small of the back.  As the session continued
it was in the nature of man and boy to become more combative and they both
got in some pretty mean kicks.

But then the mood changed, from aggressive to playful.  Randy got the
advantage and began smacking his foot against Pablo's ass.  The boy tried
to dodge but Randy's aim was good.  "You said you liked watching me hammer
the guy's ass, kiddo.  How does it feel when you're on the receiving end?"
He reached forward, grabbed Pablo's thin shorts and ripped them clear off.
He continued to kick the perfect mounds of his bare ass, and Pablo was
squealing with laughter as he tried to run away.

Bob was laughing too as he watched the game from the kitchen window.  He
saw Pablo trip and fall flat on his stomach on the grass.  Randy gazed down
on the white globes of his ass and fell forward onto them.  With the palms
of his hands he gently pulled the cheeks apart and buried his face between
them, breathing in the warm, moist smell of young flesh.  He licked the
opening, then pushed his tongue inside, reveling in the pungent taste of
his boy's sweet ass.

Pablo was going wild, especially knowing what would surely come next.  And
it did.  Randy sprang to his feet, dropped his shorts, then fell back on
top of Pablo, the head of his rigid cock pressing between the globes of his
ass.  "OK, kid.  You say that watching me fuck Hassan's ass made you shoot
your load.  Wanna know how it felt for him?"

"Yes please, sir," Pablo murmured into the grass.

"It was pretty rough.  Just like this..."  Randy raised his haunches, then
with one quick, strong lunge, buried his thick cock deep inside his boy's
ass.  Pablo howled and clawed at the grass, instinctively trying to crawl
away.  But he knew his master well, and knew what he was in for.  And as
always he loved every second of it.  God, his ass hurt, but he was thrilled
by the sensation of his master's rod pistoning inside him as he lay
helplessly pinned to the ground.

The pounding continued for minutes until Randy suddenly spun Pablo over on
this back, without pulling out his cock.  Pablo looked up with shining eyes
to see his master's muscular body heaving and falling above him.  "Yes,
sir.  Fuck my ass, sir.  It belongs to you.  I love you, sir!"

"Oh, yeah?  Well that guy got off on me so much he shot his load without
touching his cock."

"I can do that, sir," Pablo said eagerly.  "Just say the word."

Randy ploughed the ass even harder and said, "OK, kiddo, I want to see
juice all over that pretty body of yours.  Do it, kid.  Now!"

Pablo howled and his cock blasted a ribbon of cum high up to his face and
chest.  At the same time he felt his master's cum pouring deep inside his
ass.  But suddenly Randy sprang to his feet, his cock still erupting.  He
pointed it at his boy's face and Pablo opened his mouth, gulping in the
hot, pungent taste of his master's juice.  He gazed up at the dark
muscle-god, his master, standing astride him and he was in total heaven.

Their bodies subsided and Randy smiled down at his boy, smothered in the
cum of both their orgasms.  "Remember how I finished the guy off?"

Pablo grinned.  "You pissed all over him , sir.  Please, sir.  Do it to me
too."

He saw the yellow liquid spurt from Randy's cock just a split second before
it slammed into his face.  He opened his mouth and once again swallowed the
warm liquid streaming from his master.  Randy had drunk many beers so the
deluge lasted a long time.  Urine splashed over the boy's whole naked body
and as soon as he was able to breathe again Pablo shouted, "It tastes like
beer, sir."

Finally the anointing was over and Randy laughed.  "Damn, you're a mess,
kid.  We gotta clean you up."  He bent down and picked his boy up bodily,
carrying him in his arms to the edge of the pool.  He paused as he looked
down into his face.  "I love you, kiddo.  You're perfect for me ... best
boy a man ever had."  And he hurled him into the pool.  Pablo's joyous
laughter was drowned out by the noisy splash as his flailing body hit the
water.

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

Later, after they dried off and were walking toward the house Randy flung
his arm over Pablo's shoulder.  "You deserve a reward for that, kid.  How
about I take you to the Galaxy game tomorrow?  They're playing Toronto."

"Wow, that would be cool.  Beckham's in the line-up too.  Oh wow."

But when they walked into the kitchen there was a sudden silence.  Bob was
sitting at the table with the twins, who shot to their feet and stood
almost at attention.  Bob looked up anxiously at Randy, but was relieved to
see that all his previous tension had gone.  The uneasy silence was broken
by Randy himself as he looked at the twins.

"Hey, you guys ... you into soccer at all?"

Surprised, Kyle cleared his throat.  "Yes, sir," he said shyly.  "We're big
fans."

Now that the ice was broken Kevin felt bolder and took over.  "We love it,
sir.  We used to watch it on TV all the time at the restaurant."

"You ever go to a game?"

"No, sir, never.  We had no way of ..."

He trailed off but Randy jumped in.  "OK, I'm taking Pablo to the Galaxy
game tomorrow.  How'd you like to come with us?"

"Galaxy?  Wow, Beckham's playing isn't he?  That would be awesome, but ..."
Again Kevin trailed off, looking nervously from Randy to Pablo to Bob.

Randy roared with laughter.  "Hey, no need to be scared, kid.  I don't
bite.  And you'd have Pablo here to look out for you.  I wouldn't dare try
anything with him around.  He can be a mean son-of-a-bitch ... especially
now he's got those killer karate kicks down."

Amid the laughter Bob stood up and gazed with surprise and affection at
Randy.  "I think it's a terrific idea.  The four of you will have a blast.
And now I have a suggestion.  The twins have done enough cooking for today
so how about the five of us go down the hill to that Mexican restaurant for
fajitas?  My treat.

The burst of approval was unanimous and half an hour later they were all
walking down the hill.  The boys were in front, Pablo between the twins
with his arms over their shoulders.

"So, guys, who's you favorite European team?"

They answered together.  Kyle: "Manchester United."  Kevin: "Real Madrid."

Pablo laughed.  "Hey, I heard you guys always thought alike."

"Not about soccer, sir," Kyle said.  "So, what do you think about the
Galaxy?"

"Well," said Pablo authoritatively, warming to his subject.  "They've
improved a lot, but their defense still sucks.  Now here's what they should
be doing ..."

As the boys walked on ahead Bob looked at Randy and said, "You
son-of-a-bitch.  You beat up and torture a guy, and now this.  Who knew the
King of the Gypsies had a tender side?"

"You did."

"Yeah.  But who knew, after all that's gone on here, it would be up to the
boys to bring some sense to this place.  I'm sure Jamie had a hand in
calming Mark down ... and Pablo sure did a number on you.  Hope Darius is
having the same effect on Zack."

Trying to sound casual, Randy said, "Did you, er, take that guy ... Hassan
... to Zack's place?"

"Yeah.  He was exhausted and Zack gave him a Xanax so he'll sleep through
the night.  And ... as it seems I'm the only guy around here who's not all
steamed up about the whole deal, I'll be the one to sort it out.  First
thing in the morning I'll go and talk to Hassan.  He doesn't know me yet
... but he will."

Randy saw the set of Bob's jaw and grinned.  "I bet he will.  Should be
interesting."

Bob relaxed and smiled.  "But right now, buddy, I've really gotta thank you
for what you're doing for the twins.  That soccer thing was a great idea."

"Yeah, I had another thought too.  Next weekend I was planning to take
Pablo up to the lake ... do some fishing.  What say you and the twins come
with us?  Hell, the five of us all together ... we'll see what develops
... no inhibitions ... no holds barred."

"You're something else, you know that?  Sounds like a plan.  And when the
twins really get to know you, maybe they won't be so shit scared of you."

"Yeah."  Randy sighed.  "Sorry about that, buddy.  I know I can be a
thoughtless prick sometimes, a real mother-fucker."

"Yeah, you could say that."  Bob smiled.  "You could, but I couldn't.  If I
said it I'd find myself getting tied up and fucked."

"Oh, that's gonna happen anyway," Randy grinned.  "You can bet your sweet
ass on that.  Oh, yeah.  I have plans for you, asshole."

He flung his arm over his lover's shoulder and they followed the boys on
down the hill.

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

Across the street in Zack's house things were more muted.  Dinner had been
cleared away and Zack sat at the table morosely nursing a beer.  His mood
was still dark after his blow-up with Randy.  is mood was still Hi Darius
sat with him, shifting uncomfortably, but he couldn't stand the silence for
long and he cleared his throat.

"Sir, I guess I messed up again, didn't I?  I mean, what I did to Hassan,
and all."

Zack put his hand on the boy's.  "No, kid, I don't blame you.  I've told
Randy what I think of him, using you to fuck Hassan as part of his
revenge."

Another silence, then Darius said tentatively.  "Though I gotta say, sir, I
didn't take much persuading.  It was kind of a hot fantasy for me."

Zack looked at him and smiled.  "Yeah, I guess all that action turned you
on big time, right?"

"Yes, sir, and I got the whole thing on video ... except for the part where
I did the fucking.  Couldn't manage to film that.  I tried ... but it's not
easy filming while you're fucking.  Not many people know that, sir."

Zack saw the earnest look on Darius's face and roared with laughter.  He
gazed with deep affection at his crazy, funny, beautiful boy.  His mood
lightened and he began to find Darius's enthusiasm infectious.  "OK, so
tell me, kid ... what part turned you on the most?"

"Hmm ..." Darius reflected.  "I think when Randy had Hassan tied up,
stretched and spread-eagled.  He pressed his body against Hassan's and made
him shoot his load between them without even touching himself.  That was
awesome."

"I guess so," Zack said with a gleam in his eye.  "You think anyone you
know is hot enough to ever make you do that?"

Darius caught the look in his master's eye and played along.  "Oh, I doubt
it, sir.  Takes a major muscle-stud to do that.  Nah, nobody could ever
make me cum like that."

"You little fucker," Zack grinned.  "OK, you asked for it ..."

He left the room and came right back with a coil of rope that he tossed on
the floor like a challenge.  He stripped off his shirt and towered over the
awestruck boy.  Darius gazed up at the magnificent black muscle-god,
stripped to the waist, and felt his cock getting stiff in his shorts.

"On your feet. punk."

Darius stood up but felt his knees go weak.  He had a pretty fair idea of
what he was in for ...

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength ... Part 96"