A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 342 By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: Doctor Steve and his gym-jock lover Lloyd are in trouble – and Randy steps in. "Dammit, Steve, you're my brother, getting two-timed by your lover with the fucking houseboy Tommy." Fortified by a marathon fuck with his lover Bob, Randy confronts Lloyd. Helplessly bound Lloyd is forced to watch the rugged, shirtless gypsy dominate Tommy, the handsome blond gymnast with the sculpted physique kneeling at his feet.

CHAPTER 342 – "RANDY – KING OF THE GYPSIES"

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

"Hey, dudes, how about a hug for a weary traveler?"

That was Grady, the new movie Tarzan, bouncing in the gate of the Grady House arriving home with his lover Mario from Italy, where they had healed the angry breach in their relationship and reaffirmed their love, even having their union blessed by a priest in an ancient Tuscan church.

Greeting them were their excited houseboys Danny and Brian, thrilled that their bosses were home ... and together again. Over a picnic in the garden the boys listened wide-eyed to the men's stories of the trip to Rome to promote Grady's upcoming Tarzan movie – the flight, the flash-bulb reception at the airport, the crowds of fans at the autograph signing and Mario's brilliant work protecting Grady as his personal manager.

The boys gaped when they heard about the lovers' fantasy sex in a train station, a story straight out of a porn fantasy, where the local stud, a sexy, dark-haired Italian peasant, meets a handsome American muscle-jock at the station, pushes him into the public toilet, bends him forward over the sink and pounds his ass in a long, savage butt fuck.

When the long tale came to an end Grady said, "But hey, kids, enough about us. I'm dying to hear what's been going on while we were away ... I want all the gossip. Brian, when we phoned you from Italy you started to mention some kind of storm brewing about Tommy and Lloyd. We couldn't hear it all at the time but we're all ears now. So spill, kiddo, and make it good."

Tommy was the house manager for Steve (the tribe's therapist and Randy's brother) and his lover Lloyd (the handsome young architect at Randy's construction company). Brian paused for dramatic effect (a trick he had learned from his pal Eddie), put on his new wire-frame owl glasses, and his big round eyes widened behind them.

"Well, sir, us boys were talking and we reckon there's a big storm brewing. `Course, you know how Lloyd and Tommy are always fucking ... that master/servant-boy thing they got going. Well we thought the novelty would wear off after a while and Lloyd would just be happy fucking with his lover Doctor Steve ... and occasionally guys from his gym ... you know how Lloyd's hooked on good-looking gym jocks.

"Well, seems they haven't cooled off. We got this from Eddie `cos you know he lives with Hassan up in Steve's guest house so he knows everything that goes on there. He said Steve's getting real pissed at the whole scene. But you know, sir, all shrinks think too much and Eddie says Doctor Steve is trying to work stuff out by talking their way through the whole thing, like some big kinda shrink session, but that don't cut the mustard ... not this time."

Brian again paused for effect. Mario himself had been turning the scenario over in his mind and frowned as he asked, "Er, do you know if Randy's had anything to say about all this?"

"Ah, excellent point, sir. Us boys all wonder what he's gonna do cos Steve's his brother and Randy is crazy protective of his brothers. He'll beat up any guy who messes with them. But right now, Eddie says, Randy's keeping his powder dry, so we'll just have to wait and see."

"Well," Mario said, "everyone will be up here tomorrow for the `welcome home' party so maybe we'll get a better handle on it. Talking of which, I would like to get a handle on the preparations for the big shindig. Danny, can we go to the kitchen and you bring me up to speed on that?"

"Hey," Grady protested, "I need Brian here to pick his brains. There's a whole lot of gossip I haven't heard yet and Brian's my go-to guy for that, right dude? You ready to spill the beans?"

As Mario followed Danny to the kitchen he glanced back over his shoulder and his heart melted. Grady, the glamorous movie star who had been wined and dined in Rome surrounded by adoring fans, was now sitting with his arm round Brian's shoulder as the boy sat snuggled against him `spilling the beans'. Grady gazed into his big round eyes, giving him the feeling he was the only person in Grady's world right then, the same feeling he gave all his starry-eyed fans when he asked their name and signed a picture for them.

The next day Mario and Grady invited Bob and Randy up to their room for an early lunch before the party started. Mario explained, "We wanted to offer you lunch ... and to say how sorry we are for everything that happened. It was all our fault and we felt we owed you an apology, as the senior men of the tribe, for all the trouble we caused."

Randy was not in a forgiving mood, still angry over the anxiety they had caused their boys Brian and Danny. Bob was more conciliatory. "I'm sure you've punished yourselves in your minds over and over. Randy talks of punishment, I'm thinking forgiveness. Let's combine the two." And so while Randy `punished' Grady with one of his notoriously fierce fucks, Bob took care of the forgiveness part by easing his dick into Mario's welcoming ass while the two lovers kissed and jerked each other off.

When it was over Bob smiled, "Welcome home, guys." But Randy naturally had the last word. "Great fuck, jungle man. OK, that's the end of it. That chapter's closed. Time to get on with our lives." He and Bob pulled on their jeans, strolled to the window and looked down at the garden.

A few early guests had arrived, including Steve and Lloyd who were sitting at a table with wine and snacks served by Tommy. As Tommy turned away Lloyd reached out and grabbed the hard globes of his ice-skater ass, and Tommy looked back over his shoulder with a sexy grin. None of this was lost on Steve who scowled, tensed, and took a long slug of wine.

"Shit damn," Randy growled, "we've just closed the book on Tarzan and his mate here, and now it looks like I've gotta sort out that mess down there." He turned to Bob. "The things I do for this tribe, buddy."

********************* Chapter 342 *********************

Mario phoned the kitchen and Brian picked up. "OK, Brian, we're ready for lunch now. Just a quick snack really and a bottle of white wine." He was on speaker phone and they all heard Brian say, "And beer for Randy, sir?"

"Atta boy," Randy shouted. "You sure know how to take care of a guy, kiddo."

The other three men smiled at the sudden softening of his tone now he was talking to Brian. That was the beauty of Randy ... there was a world of difference between his gypsy savagery when avenging the boy and his tender affection when speaking to him.

"All part of the service, sir," Brian replied. "Lunch is all ready, I'll bring it right up." He appeared in a few minutes balancing a crowded tray on his wheelchair's tray table. Mario ran to relieve him of the tray and set it on a table. Brian blushed seeing Bob and Randy shirtless and Grady and Mario still naked. "I'm sorry if I came to soon, sirs."

Randy laughed and folded him in a friendly head-lock, rubbing his head with his knuckles. "Hey, kid, what have I always told you? You never have to apologize to a guy for cumming too soon."

Blushing even deeper Brian stammered, "Oh, sir, I ... I didn't mean ..." He stopped and giggled, realizing from the broad grin on Randy's face that he was teasing him.

"You wanna eat with us kiddo? You can share my beer."

"Oh, thank you, sir, but I really should get back to the kitchen. Danny needs me ..."

"How's it going down there, Brian?" Mario asked. "Everything under control?"

"I think so, sir. The twins and Danny are doing their thing in the kitchen – I love watching them work together. Tommy's in charge of setting everything up by the pool, Brandon and Ben have a whole routine going and Eddie's ... well Eddie's talking a lot." He hastened to defend him. "He's just excited, sir, and he works hard while he talks. Sir, can I leave now?"

Mario nodded, and Randy said, "When things calm down, kid, you, me and Bob gotta get together and you can tell us everything these two lovebirds here got up to in Italy. They told you everything, right?"

"Yes, sir ... except there's a rule here ... what's said in the Grady House stays in the Grady House," he grinned impishly.

Randy chuckled, "Get outa here, boy, before I make you suck my dick."

"Yes please, sir," Brian said and made a dash for the door in his wheelchair.

Grady laughed, "You know that boy is totally in love with you, don't you, Randy?"

"Ain't everyone?" Randy shrugged casually.

"Fuck you, man," Grady smiled. "Come on, let's eat."

After a quick lunch Bob and Randy went down to the garden where pretty much the whole tribe was now gathered, being served drinks and appetizers by the junior boys dashing back and forth to the kitchen. They all knew that Randy and Bob had been upstairs with Grady and Mario and a silence now fell over the group. Even Danny and the twins emerged briefly from the kitchen, taking a breather to see if Randy would have anything to say.

They weren't disappointed. Randy raised his arm and shouted, "Listen up guys. On behalf of you all I want to thank Grady and Mario for opening their house to us, and to welcome them back from Italy where they, er ... patched things up pretty good. Bob and I have had our say," (everyone guessed that meant a double fuck) "and we can say that that chapter is now closed, except for a big, tribal no-hard-feelings welcome."

Grady and Mario emerged to boisterous cheers of joy and relief. As they hugged each other in a voracious, prolonged kiss there were lecherous wolf whistles and shouts of "Get a room!"

Grady laughed, "We just came from our room. You want us to go back?"

"Don't you dare," Bob grinned, "you'd disappoint your fans."

"Oh, we know all about fans and how to treat them," said Mario. "We saw enough of them in Rome." This time, however, there were tears in their eyes for these particular fans, all men and boys that they loved and respected. They had been fearful of their reception but, after Randy's endorsement, they were assured of a heartfelt welcome home.

As a crowd formed around them Bob and Randy broke away and walked over to Steve and Lloyd, sitting at a table silently nursing their drinks with frigid looks on their faces. "Hey, guys," said Bob cheerfully. "Great day, uh, having our own movie star back home, with his gorgeous Italian?" They both managed a lukewarm smile of agreement.

"O--K," Bob said slowly. "Well, I better check on my twins in the kitchen, see how they're doing." As he left, Lloyd stood up and said, "Yeah, Bob's right. Maybe I should check on our houseboy too, make sure he's got everything he needs."

As Randy sat down facing his brother Steve, Brandon rolled up to offer him a beer. "Jeez, kid," Randy grinned, "right on cue. Service with a smile, eh? How you doin' kiddo? That man of yours, Pete, treating you well?"

"Real well, thank you, sir," Brandon grinned impishly. "I take care of him and he takes care of me."

"I bet," Randy smiled as Brandon wheeled himself away. He took a slug of beer, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and sad, "OK, bro, so what's up with you?"

"Oh, not much," Steve shrugged. "Same old, same old ..."

"Come on, man, I'm your brother. Shit, you and Lloyd sitting here, it was like hell just froze over. So, he's fucking around with your houseboy, right?"

"Don't know where you heard that," Steve said airily.

"Ah, don't bullshit me, man, it's all over the fucking place."

"Well it shouldn't be. Whatever's going on is our business, not yours or anyone else's."

With a big sigh Randy stood up, reached across the table, pulled Steve's head toward him and locked their mouths together in a grinding, tongue-probing kiss. Steve reflexively resisted at first, but finally surrendered to his sexy big brother. When he felt Steve relax Randy pulled back and sat down, locking eyes with him.

"OK, now we got that settled, let me make it easy for you. Here's the scoop. We all know Lloyd's got this obsession with hot looking guys and they don't come much hotter than your Tommy, the Golden Boy with the buns of death. As fucks go he's right up there with the best and I should know. I've fucked him a lot, right from that time in the hotel room with Bob when we ploughed his arrogance right out of him. Sensational ass and a damn great fuck.

"But now you think Lloyd's gone overboard, fallen in love, or lust or whatever, and when you two make love his mind's on Tommy. That's why you're down in the dumps, looking like a rainy Tuesday night. How am I doing so far?"

"Damn you Randy you can be so annoying sometimes. OK, of course you're right, you know you are. But this is for me and Lloyd to sort out ... has nothing to do with you."

"Oh no? You're my brother dammit and you're being two-timed by your lover with the fucking houseboy. I take care of my brothers, always have, and I'm not gonna sit on my hands while one of them suffers."

"I'm only a year younger than you, Randy, and I can take care of myself. Go and use some of that brotherly protection on young Ben."

"He don't need it, I already checked. I keep tabs on Jason and the guy's being real good to him."

"Look, Randy, I'm a therapist and a damn good one. Lloyd is going through a phase and when the time's right we'll talk it out. He's a grown man and has to be free to make his choices. There are some problems that can't be solved with fists and a brutal fuck."

"Huh, always worked for me," Randy said with a hint of macho pride. "All this fancy shmancy talk-it-out' and make-his-choices' bullshit. Going through a fucking phase?!" he sneered scornfully. "Listen, the man's fucking up, rubbing your face in the dirt and I won't stand for that.

"I know Lloyd and what he needs. When he first came to the construction company as our architect in his fancy tailored suit and his fancy attitude – with diplomas up the ass – I soon took care of that. I put him to work on the messiest jobs on the site and in the end he was filthy dirty, ripped shirt, stinking of sweat and grease – and sexy as hell. Then I fucked his ass and left him groveling in the mud.

"He soon learned what the construction business was all about, and after that he did what I told him and became a damn good architect. Now he's fucking up with you, my brother who loves him, and he's gotta be taught a lesson, gotta man up. And I'm the guy to do it."

"Randy," Steve snapped, "I'm not gonna sit here and listen to this caveman talk." He stood up and jabbed his finger at him. "I'm telling you to back off. Keep your nose and your fists out of my business, and your big gypsy cock out of Lloyd's ass. I don't need help from my crazy big brother, you get it?"

He stormed off and Randy drained his beer bottle. Right away Brandon was at his elbow with another one. "Thanks, kiddo. Hey, Brandon, do you think I throw my weight around too much? You know, like, get too protective and start swinging my fists?"

"Sir, I remember when I took a solo trip down the coast and these three thugs made fun of me in my wheelchair and were gonna beat me up. I was real scared as I tried to drag myself away ... and suddenly there you were to protect me. You thrashed all three of those guys, and then took me to a motel for the night and made love to me.

"I kinda fell in love with you that night, sir, and I'll never forget it. You taught me that a guy has to stand up for himself and his buddies, and Pete protects me now and teaches me the same thing. You're the boss of the tribe, sir, so I guess you get to do whatever you want."

Brandon frowned. "If you ask me, sir, there's too many breakups lately – like Eddie and Hassan before they made up, then Grady and Mario, and now it looks like Steve and Lloyd. Even Mark and Jamie split up for a while when Jamie misbehaved. Sir, I even remember when you and Bob broke up for several weeks and the tribe nearly fell apart. And if it could happen to you two it could happen to anyone. I always feel really sorry for the guys who are left alone."

Randy stared at Brandon, blinking behind his black-frame glasses, and leaned over and kissed him. "You're such a great kid, Brandon, you've given me a lot to think about. But I'm keeping you from your duties. Off you go ... and if you ever get into trouble and Pete's not around, you know who to come to... I'm your man, kid."

As Brandon hurried away Randy's thoughts were churning. Yeah, break-ups were the pits but Brandon was right, it could happen to anyone. He would never forget those weeks when he was separated from Bob. He was totally lost – couldn't live without him.

He looked up and saw the man himself – Bob, the proud business executive, laughing in the middle of a group of guys who were evidently admiring him, as men always did. The Marine Hassan had his arm round his shoulder, the forest ranger Pete was gazing into his eyes and the blond cop Mark was there of course, Mark who had always been in love with Bob.

They were all handsome, successful men, all powerful alpha males who looked hot in their uniforms when they went to work. And suddenly Randy felt a stab of panic, that old crushing fear that Bob would one day leave him ... him just a rough gypsy construction worker in cargo pants and a greasy tank top. It was an irrational fear, sure, but it seized him and he couldn't shake it off. He took a last swig of beer, stood up and strode across the garden.

As Randy approached Bob saw a look in his eyes that he knew well – a strange mix of animal lust, fear and desperation. He knew what was coming. "Guys," Randy said abruptly, "I need my man," with an emphasis on the my." He grabbed Bob's arm and steered him away from the surprised group and toward the house.

Bob allowed himself to be led away. He knew that Randy, as strong and dominant as he was, could control most situations except one ... his intense love for Bob. The one chink in his armor was the irrational dread of a life without Bob. In the past Bob had derided his insecurity ("surely you're over this crazy paranoia of yours by now") but he had become reconciled to the fact that it was a part of Randy that was embedded too deeply to ever go away.

It was in Randy's earthy gypsy nature that when he wanted something he had to own it, and he would fight like a tiger to keep it. Even in matters of love Randy's passions found expression in physical force and now there was only one way he knew to prove to the world his ownership of Bob. Young Brandon had unwittingly unlocked Randy's fears, with his expressions of sympathy for guys left alone in broken relationships, and his gypsy animal instincts were roused.

But Bob didn't resist for another reason – he wanted it! He had grown to love the wild disparity of emotions in this unpredictable man – his loving tenderness toward the boys whom he would protect with his life, his fierce loyalty to family and the tribe, all contrasted with the caveman that sometimes crawled out of his lair, blazing with sexual passion for his mate. Even now as he was propelled across the garden Bob had a roaring erection in his pants.

They walked past Mario who saw the hungry look in Randy's eyes that he had seen so often in his own lover Grady – the cravings of lust – so he was not surprised by Randy's question. "Mario, is there somewhere we can ...?"

"Upstairs, Randy" he smiled affably. "Second door on the right."

They took the elevator and when the doors closed Randy pushed Bob against the wall, pressed against him and kissed him ravenously. When he pulled away he held Bob's head against the wall with both hands and pierced him with his laser blue eyes. "Man, you won't ever leave me, will you? I mean Grady and Mario, now Steve and Lloyd. It can happen to anyone. Tell me it won't happen to us."

"I've promised you that so many times, Randy, and I promise again. Do you wanna fuck me so I can prove it?"

"Damn right," Randy growled. The elevator doors opened, Randy grabbed Bob's wrist and tugged him down the corridor to the second door – the house's main guest room with a king-size bed. Once inside Randy shoved the door shut with the heel of his boot, dragged Bob to the bed and pushed him down on it. In a mounting frenzy he pulled off Bob's shoes, yanked his jeans down and tossed them aside, then leaned forward, grabbed his T-shirt and ripped it off.

His eyes blazed down at his naked, muscle-god lover, and he breathed heavily like a stallion pawing the ground before mating. He pulled off his own shirt and growled, "Man, you are so fucking gorgeous ... hell, just look at that macho stud lying naked on the bed ... and he's all mine, right? Those guys down there were drooling over you – Hassan, Pete, Mark – they all wanted you, but you're mine."

As frantic as Randy looked and sounded he had never appeared sexier to Bob – a homoerotic icon of a wild gypsy, stripped to the waist in jeans, his muscular physique flexing, his chiseled features, stubbled jaw, long black hair ... and those hypnotic blue eyes penetrating him. Drawn once more into the man's hypnotic sexuality Bob was ready to surrender himself, as he had so many times, to Randy's savage lust.

"Yeah, I'm yours, Randy, always will be. I need you so bad ... fuck me, man. Please ... take my ass ... it's yours, buddy."

Randy ripped open his jeans, pulled out his massive rod and stroked it as he gazed at Bob's sculpted square-cut features. "Man that face ... that Superman face, fucking gorgeous. I jerk off at work thinking of it, those eyes, the thick dark hair, and that sexy mouth. I cum thinking about shoving my pole in that mouth ... like this!"

Randy launched himself forward on the bed and grabbed the headboard, his beer-can thick cock pointing straight down at the face he idolized. Instinctively Bob opened his mouth wide and inhaled deeply as the massive shaft pushed in and slid down his throat. Bob choked, his eyes watered and he thought he would suffocate, but just in time the long rod pulled back and Bob breathed though his nose as it plunged in again, the start of a prolonged face-fuck.

Randy knew his man, knew his limits, and knew how to please him. He fucked hard, choked him, then gently massaged his throat with the head of his cock. And just when Bob was ready again to swallow his master's cock it drove in deeper than before.

His head pinned to the bed by the driving piston, Bob raised his eyes and stared at Randy's bare chest rising and falling above him – the slabs of his pecs, the flexed shoulders and biceps, the lats flaring as he braced himself against the headboard, and that savage gypsy face blazing with animal lust. Randy took one hand off the headboard, grabbed Bob's thick hair and pulled his head off the bed, forcing his face down onto his wiry black pubic hair stinking of sweat.

As Bob clenched his throat round the massive club filling his mouth and inhaled the musky scent of the gypsy's pubic hair pressed on his face, he reached up blindly and ran his hands over Randy's chest, his shoulders, arms, and pressed his fists into his sweaty armpits.

"You feel that, buddy? That's your man. And you belong to me – your face, that mouth, you're whole fucking body ... it's mine. And I'm gonna make that macho muscle-stud drink his master's jizz. You ready, fucker?" He increased the tempo, the power of the pile-driving face fuck until tears were pouring from Bob's eyes. Randy's image became blurred and Bob thought he would pass out when, "Aaagh!"

Randy's roar echoed round the room as his cock pulsed in Bob's mouth and he was suddenly gulping warm semen pouring down his throat. Overwhelmed by the dark gypsy's sexual power Bob looked up at the shuddering body above him, dripping with sweat, and his own cock erupted over his heaving chest.

Randy pulled his dick out and gazed with satisfaction at the Superman face coughing, gasping for air, jaw sagging, cum oozing over his chin, tears running down his cheeks. "Yeah, that's how I like my man – total surrender. But I ain't finished with you yet, big guy."

Randy flipped Bob over on his stomach and pulled him down the bed so his ass was hanging over the edge. He gazed down at the naked muscle-god lying face down on the bed, body still shuddering from the ferocious face-fuck, muscles rippling in the broad back, arms spread out to the sides.

"Shit," Randy breathed, "fuck that looks hot." His eyes traveled from the face lying sideways on the bed, past the broad shoulders, down the wide lats sloping down to the narrow waist ... and then ... "that fucking ass!" The perfect round white globes, framed by tan lines top and bottom contrasted with the golden-bronzed flesh of his body. "Man, I gotta have that ass."

With Bob Randy never lost his hard-on, even now after spilling his load in his mouth. He stroked his wet, cum-slicked rod as he gazed spellbound at his lover's ass, the ass he had ploughed so many times before, twice a day ever since that first time in the forest when they had fucked in the pouring rain. He roused himself from the memories and sprang into action.

"I gotta have that gorgeous ass," he said again. He reached down to Bob's arms spread out on the bed, grabbed his wrists and pulled the arms straight back behind Bob, enough to raise his chest off the bed. "Look in the mirror, stud."

Bob looked at himself in the full-length mirror by the bed, his handsome face dripping with semen. He was trapped, his arms splayed out behind him in the gypsy's grip, making his shoulders bulge, his upper body raised off the bed, abs pressed down on it, his ass hanging over the edge of the bed, helplessly exposed to the long shaft pointing down at it.

Randy growled, "Fucking beautiful ass. And it belongs to me, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"And what do you want, Superman? Let me hear it."

Bob looked up at the mirror, at the shirtless construction worker, his muscles flexed as he pulled Bob's arms stretched behind him. "I want to feel your dick in my ass. Fuck me, please ... I need it so bad. I need you so bad."

"That's all I wanted to hear, buddy." Randy lowered his hips until the head of his cock slid between the tight globes. He paused, grinned ... then slammed his cock in deep. Reflexively Bob howled, "No, I can't ..." but immediately, "yeah, fuck yeah, fuck me, Randy. God I love it when you pound my ass. Fuck me, man ..."

As Randy's shaft pistoned in his lover's ass he jerked his arms back even harder, gazing in awe at the helpless Superman, his magnificent body stretched backward, while Bob saw his own agonized face and the rugged gypsy behind him jackhammering his ass with his massive rod. As the wild fuck went on and on Bob knew what Randy wanted, what they both wanted ... total surrender ... submission by one alpha male to another, one man owning the other.

Bob saw that crazed look in Randy's eyes, the glare of an animal out of control. There was real pain now from the brutal fuck and Bob knew he had to beg. "I can't take any more ... I submit. You win, you're the boss, I'll never leave you ... you own me. Aaagh, you're hurting my ass. Please, Randy, please don't hurt me ... I love you."

Those words penetrated Randy's ferocious lust, he slowed down and the look in his eyes slowly changed from frenzy to puzzlement. He was gazing at the man he loved, worshipped, but the face was twisted in pain ... someone was hurting him, hurting his man ... and it was him, gripped with paranoia, who was doing it, trying to assert ownership over this beautiful man.

He pulled his cock out gently, lowered Bob back on the bed, released his arms and lay down beside him. He turned Bob on his side so they were facing each other and tears brimmed in his eyes as he said softly, "I hurt you, man. I love you ... and I hurt you. I was scared, I needed to possess you ... and the only way I knew was to fuck you, make you submit to me. Oh, god, I must be crazy ... I get crazy sometimes. Please forgive me, Bob. Please ... I love you, man, more than my life."

Suddenly that little boy look was back, a remorseful gypsy boy begging for forgiveness, a look that always tugged at Bob's heart-strings. He smiled consolingly. "Randy, I loved every minute of it – except maybe that last bit where you kinda lost control. No one fucks like you, and I'll always crave it. But you know, there's a more powerful way to make a man submit than by torturing his ass."

"There is?"

"Oh, yeah. It's called making love. Here, let me show you."

Randy was now putty in Bob's hands ... he would do anything for him. He lay on his back and let Bob pull off his boots and jeans. Bob knelt between his legs and smiled, "You look your best when you're naked, buddy, you know that? Never fails to make my dick hard."

He wiped the remains of his own cum off his chest and used it to lube his cock. He hung Randy's legs over his shoulders, leaned forward and pinned his wrists to the bed. "OK, you made sure I'd never leave you and now it's my turn. But I already know you'll never leave me, buddy, because of this." He eased his cock slowly into his lover's ass and down to the warmest depths. "See what I mean?"

He pulled back and massaged the warm membrane tenderly – easing in, stopping, then short caressing movements until he pushed in deep again. When he felt the inner sphincter he slid the head of his cock over it, back and forth, driving Randy wild. "Oh shit, man, keep doing that. God that feels incredible." He stared up into the limpid brown eyes as Bob smiled down at him and asked, "Now do you believe I love you – and always will?"

Randy didn't have to use the word submit. It was written all over him as he surrendered his body to the man he had fallen in love with so long ago and without whom life would be unthinkable. As Bob continued making love to his ass Randy stared up at his stunning face. "Buddy, I can be such an asshole, ever to think you would leave me. Fuck me, man. Don't stop, don't ever stop."

"I'll give you another reason why we'll always be together, Randy. You know that eye thing we do? It's more than a joining of bodies or hearts – it's a union of souls, buddy. I'll show you."

While he caressed his ass with his cock Bob bent lower until their faces were inches apart ... and they gazed into each other's eyes, into each other's souls. Each man saw himself in his lover's eyes, reflected to infinity until the images blurred and became the same. Every time that happened they entered their own private world outside of time and space, just the two of them, in love. Randy murmured, "Now I feel safe, buddy ... safe inside of you. I love you, man."

"And you're gonna prove that now, Randy – and I think you know how." He smiled down at him, a smile that possessed Randy, warmed his entire body, made his heart beat, his breathing ragged, made his body shudder, his cock rear up and explode with a shower of sperm that rose up and splashed on his lover's body stretched over him."

Bob's smile widened and he said, "Thank you Randy. Now here's my gift to you." He leaned down, pressed their mouths together in a tender kiss ... and poured his juice deep inside the ass of his gypsy lover.

When Bob pulled back Randy's eyes were closed and he felt water drops falling on his face. He opened his eyes and realized the water was Bob's tears dripping down on him. Bob fell forward on him and they folded their arms round each other sobbing quietly.

Their bodies were still entwined when they heard a tap on the door. A voice called out, "It's Brian, sirs."

"Come right in, kiddo," Randy yelled. The door opened and Brian's wheelchair appeared, the tray table loaded with beer and snacks. It started to back out again as Brian said, "Oh, sorry, sirs, I didn't realize ... I'll come back."

"The hell you will, kid – get your ass in here." Shyly Brian approached, his big eyes blinking under his owl glasses, and said, "Sir, I thought you might be wanting beers cos I know that's your drink. And Mario told me to bring snacks as you're missing out on the food downstairs."

"Well well, young Brian," Randy ruffled his hair, "all this and room service too. You gonna stay here with us?"

"Oh, sir, I ... I mean, like, the boys are real busy downstairs and ..."

"And you've got to get back," Bob smiled. "We understand."

"But, sir, Mario wants me to ask if you were staying the night. I mean this is your room and ..."

"And the beds already messed up and reeks of cum, so why not, eh?" Randy laughed.

"Sir, Mario and Grady would like it a whole lot if you could stay to dinner and the twins could maybe spend the night with Danny and me, and ..."

"Brian," Bob smiled, "that sounds like a great idea. Will you boys have dinner with us too, then we could hear all about Grady and Mario's adventures in Rome?"

"That would be real cool, sir, cos Mario said I was to give you whatever you want and ..."

"Well kiddo, "Randy grinned roguishly, "if you put it like that ..."

"Back off, Randy," Bob said sternly, "Brian has to get back to serving guests. But Brian, please tell Mario and Grady that we gladly accept their invitation. We'll relax here a few minutes with our beer and snacks and come down and join the others shortly."

"Such a great kid," Randy said after Brian had left. "Makes me real proud the way Brandon took him under his wing and the rest of the guys rallied round him. It's the best thing we do in this group, Bob, making a future for the boys. They remind me of my little brothers in Texas."

Bob looked at Randy and smiled. A few minutes ago the tough naked gypsy was pounding ass like a raging bull and now he was speaking tenderly of `his' boys. "Let's take a look at them," Bob said. They each grabbed a sandwich and a beer, got up and stood at the floor-length window staring down at the garden where all the members of the tribe were starting to take their places at the long table the boys had set up by the pool.

"You know what I'm real proud of?" Bob said. "Look at the senior boys – Pablo, Darius, Jamie, Nate and the twins. Hard to believe most of them started out as damaged lost souls when they came here, and they've been molded into fine, proud young men, each of them a mirror of his master. Look at them, all clustered round Grady, fascinated by our resident movie star no doubt telling them all the secrets of the studio."

"Yeah," Randy agreed, "and the junior boys are having a blast jazzing around carrying food to the table and serving the guests. They get a kick out of wearing those chefs hats the twins gave them."

Then his face clouded over as he caught sight of Tommy presiding over the arrangements like an orchestra conductor ensuring a steady rhythm. "That boy does a great job at managing events like this ... he's a good kid, plus he's fucking gorgeous with an ass that could make grown men weep. Lloyd dressed him like that in his gray T-shirt and tight black pants showing off his gymnast's butt." Randy was casually stroking his rigid cock as he spoke.

"I can see why Lloyd fucks him all the time, but he's getting out of line. He's hurting my brother Steve and I can't have that. Poor Steve, like a good shrink, thinks he can talk Lloyd out of it, but that's never gonna work ... not with a sex-obsessed guy like Lloyd and a spectacular ass like Tommy's. But I'll soon take care of that."

"Randy," Bob warned, "if you take my advice you won't get involved. This is a domestic issue between Steve and Lloyd – it's up to them to sort it out. If you barge in with your fists flying ..."

With a flash of anger Randy turned on him and barked, "Are you telling me how to take care of my brother, asshole?"

Bob took a step back, widened his eyes, raised his palms and said playfully, "Oooh no, Randy, I wouldn't dream of it."

Detecting Bob's mocking tone Randy growled, "Fuck you, man."

"You mean right now?"

"Seems to be the only language you understand."

"No Randy, fucking is your language. See, I think the problem here is you're jealous of Lloyd and his everyday access to Tommy's ass. I know how you are when you see a bubble butt like that. After all, you're the one who first broke in the look-don't-touch Golden Boy. Admit it, buddy, you're dying to fuck Tommy again."

"You're full of shit, you know that?" Randy shouted, jabbing him in the chest. "I should throw you back on that bed and ..." At that moment there was a knock on the door and, still in full flood, Randy bellowed "Come in!"

It was Brian again, looking scared this time, his eyes wide with fright under his glasses. "I'm sorry, sir ... I didn't mean to ..."

"Hey, hey, kiddo," said Randy walking toward him, transformed once again from a raging gypsy to a gentle giant kneeling beside Brian's wheelchair. "Don't take any notice of me, kid, I'm just a big old growler with a temper. But you never have to be scared of me. Hey, one day soon I'm gonna come up here and take you to bed and fuck your sweet ass, would you like that?"

"Yes, sir, very much sir. Me and all the boys are kind of in love with you, sir."

"Good, I like that. So did you come up here with more beer?"

"No, sir. But last time I noticed that Bob's shirt was ... was torn, sir."

"Yeah," Randy laughed. "I ripped it off him when I fucked him."

"Well sir, I mentioned it to Mario and he guessed it had happened the way you said. He said that everyone would love to see Bob come down shirtless, but he thought Bob might prefer one of Mario's own T-shirts. He said you like plain white T-shirts, sir, so here it is." Shyly he held out the neatly folded shirt."

Bob rewarded him with a gleaming smile. "Brian that is really thoughtful of you. Let me try it on ... there, perfect. A little snug maybe but ..."

"But no one will mind about that, sir," Brian said impulsively, "it looks real sexy." He blushed.

"Tell you what, Brian, when Randy gets to fuck you, can I watch?"

"Yes, sir, that would be so cool."

"OK, it's a date. Now why don't you come down with us? I think we've pretty much finished here ... that so, Randy?" giving him a stern look.

"Yeah, yeah," Randy grinned. "I can't ever win with you, can I?"

Brian smiled at this intimate moment between the two bosses and led them proudly from the room.

When they appeared a cheer went up and Mario said, "The last time I saw that look in a guy's eye was Grady when we made love in the long grass on a Tuscan hillside. Bob, you certainly do my T-shirt justice." He stroked Bob's chest ... "Every sinew, every ripple ... delizioso!"

They all joined the group at table – the men, the senior boys and the juniors, who had all taken their places now the meal was served. Grady stood up and said, "Gentlemen, Mario and I are thrilled to have you all here to celebrate our reconciliation. We're sorry for all the trouble our foolishness caused. Now I want to propose a toast to our master chef's, Danny, Kevin and Kyle, and our hard-working serving boys." He raised his glass. "The chefs and the boys!"

It was deafening as they all joined in the toast and the noise level scarcely abated throughout the raucous meal. They ate, drank, talked, laughed ... especially laughed ... throughout the long meal, right through to coffee and after-dinner drinks.

But the party was not over ... far from it. As they split up into groups Bob and Randy gravitated toward Steve who was sitting with Mark and Zack but not really joining in their conversation. He still had that numb, defeated look he had had all afternoon. Bob's heart went out to him but Randy's reaction was closer to rage. He looked around and asked, "Where's Lloyd?"

"I, er, I think I saw him going to the gym over there," said Mark, looking uneasy.

"Hell, have you seen that place?" Zack said. "I took a look earlier. Grady had one of the big garages converted into a state-of-the-art gym – latest equipment, mirrored walls, sexy lighting and," he grinned lasciviously, "I couldn't help noticing all the toys, like in any decent gym – you know, ropes, collars. Those guys sure play out all their fantasies in there – good for them."

As Mark and Zack laughed about all the leather accessories Zack has in his own gym Randy looked around again and saw no sign of Tommy. Sensing that there was no holding Randy back Bob distracted Steve in conversation while Randy quietly left the table and strode toward the old garage on the far side of the house.

Coming into the gym out of the bright sun Randy stood just inside the door while his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. He heard Lloyd before he saw him. "That's it, boy, lick your master's boots. That's why you're wearing that collar, like the good young slave that you are. You wanna suck my cock, boy? You want my big dick up that gorgeous ass of yours?"

"Yes, sir," came Tommy's voice.

"Come on, asshole, you can do better than that."

"Yes, sir ... please, sir ... please fuck my ass, sir."

By now Randy could see the whole scene and it nauseated him. Lloyd was standing shirtless in black jeans and boots holding a rope. The other end was tied to a thick black collar round the neck of Tommy who was kneeling before him, butt naked, head bowed licking Lloyd's boots.

Every fiber of Randy's body bristled with disgust. This was not the way to treat a beautiful man like Tommy. A long time ago Randy had broken Tommy in, knocked the arrogance out of him. And from then on the handsome gymnast had grown into a young man to be admired, proud of his job as the house manager in the Hollywood Hills for Doctor Steve, one of the most senior, most respected men of the tribe.

Randy had grown to like Tommy and on numerous occasions had thrilled the boy by making love to him and fucking that perfect ass. He knew exactly how to excite the boy and was fully aware that Tommy was in love and in lust with him and craved Randy's huge tool in his ass. So on every level what he was watching now revolted him – the mistreatment of one of the boys, Lloyd's claim of ownership, and his betrayal of Randy's brother Steve.

And Bob had been right – Randy's resentment was personal. Lloyd was a handsome, muscular gym jock, loved by Steve, and a star in his local gym. He was a talented, successful architect, but on some level, like many successful men, a part of him yearned to be degraded, which Randy had enjoyed doing to him on the construction site. But now, evidently, he was compensating for his own masochistic tendencies by humiliating the young blond gymnast.

Whatever complex needs and insecurities Lloyd harbored inside him Randy was in no mood to figure them out. All he knew was what he saw ... and it made his blood boil. The sight of the domineering muscle-jock made him angry ... the sight of the naked gymnast made his dick hard. Time he stepped in.

As he walked forward Lloyd looked up. "Hey, Randy, didn't expect to see you here. But now you are, how about helping me teach this young stud a lesson? After I've pounded his ass you can have your turn ... if you don't mind sloppy seconds, that is." Lloyd didn't know it but he was pressing all the wrong buttons. Sloppy seconds? Randy? That'll be the day, he thought.

Stifling his anger with great difficulty Randy said casually, "Sure why not? What you got going here, man? This your new boy, is it? Ass like that's just begging to get fucked. Tell you what, though, why don't we string him up?"

He reached down, curled his hand under Tommy's armpit and hauled him to his feet. Fleetingly their eyes met and that's all it took. Tommy should have been scared to death but, as well as worshiping Randy, he had learned to trust him. And instead of his dick being limp from fear, it sprang up rock hard at the mere touch of Randy's hand.

"What we need is this," Randy said, picking up one of the ropes that littered the floor. See that chin bar in front of the mirror? Hell Grady designed this place well." Randy tossed one end of the rope over it, looped it through the ring on Tommy's collar and tied both ends. "See, now he's not going anyway. He's our prisoner ... roped by the neck to the chin bar he can only walk a few steps in any direction. Shit, you look ready for action, Lloyd. Your body's in great shape."

"You think so, buddy?" Lloyd preened. He turned his back to Randy, looked in the mirror and flexed his muscles, admiring his own ripped physique. And that's all that Randy needed. A master of bondage Randy quickly unbuckled the collar from Tommy's neck, wrapped it round Lloyd's instead and re-buckled it. "What the fuck ...?" Lloyd yelled trying to walk forward but getting yanked back by the rope tied to the collar."

Before Lloyd could gather his senses Randy grabbed another rope, pulled Lloyd's hands behind his back and tied his wrists. He stood back and admired as an angry Lloyd jerked his neck against the collar and strained to free his wrists. "What the fuck you doing, asshole? Cut me loose, dammit."

"Man you look hot like that," Randy grinned maliciously. "I do like to see a hot gym jock tied up, straining to get free. You never looked better, stud, your muscles flexing like that. You are one gorgeous son of a bitch, you know that?" He grabbed Lloyd's chin and fixed him with his laser blue eyes.

"But this ain't about getting off on your hot body, handsome. This is all because you made me angry, many times over. First, this thing you got going with Tommy. You're hurting my brother, and I don't let anyone hurt my brothers. Second, you think you're gonna own this decent young guy here and ... what ... be his master, make him think he's in love with you so you can fuck his ass whenever you want? Fat chance, pal. Here let me show you something."

He walked over to the stunned Tommy grabbed his head and kissed him ravenously. He pulled back and stared into his eyes. "Hey, Tommy, long time no see. You missed me?"

"Yes, sir. Very much, sir."

"You still jerk off thinking about my dick in your ass?"

"Yes, sir ... every night." Randy's hypnotic blue eyes were too much for him. "I love you, sir, since the first time you fucked me. I worship you, sir, you know that. No one ever made me feel like that."

"Glad to hear it, Tommy, cos I'm gonna make love to you and fuck that primo ass right here and now. That what you want?"

"Yes please, sir. Please ..."

Randy turned to Lloyd. "See that, Lloyd? You hear that? That's what it means to own a boy, own his body, his mind and his spirit. I didn't have to force him to say that. He loves me because I give him what no one else can, except perhaps my brother Steve if you didn't elbow him out of the way. In case you don't believe me, I'm gonna show you just what I mean."

"Fuck you, Randy," Lloyd yelled. "You're a fucking arrogant prick."

Randy hauled back and slapped him across the face. "One more word out of you, asshole, and I'll do what I should do – thrash you for the pain you caused my brother. But my buddy Bob says that mental pain is worse than physical so we'll give that a try. Tommy, give me a hand here. Take off his boots and jeans while I hold him."

Randy knelt behind Lloyd and held his legs to stop him kicking while Tommy pulled off his boots and jeans, then retreated quickly. Randy smiled, "Perfect – buck naked in bondage. Just the way I want you, stud. Now for the best part. I'm gonna do for this young man here what you never could. And you'll be forced to watch ... to watch and weep."

Lloyd's muscular body writhed as he tugged at his wrists and yanked at the collar in a hopeless effort to free himself. But Randy was finished with Lloyd – for now – and turned his full attention to Tommy.

Even though Lloyd was seething with anger he could not deny the visual spectacle of the rugged, muscular gypsy, stripped to waist in jeans and boots, a roguish smile on his rugged face with its stubbled jaw and long black hair, his blue eyes piercing the handsome young jock whose sculpted gymnast body was shivering naked before him, not with fear but excitement.

Randy grabbed Tommy's head, pulled it forward and clamped his mouth over his in another grinding kiss. Breathing in the gypsy's warm, beer-laced breath, feeling his pecs pressing against his chest, Tommy felt his knees go weak, his cock pulsing ... and he was on the verge of orgasm when Randy pulled back and said, "Not yet, boy. Long way to go yet. Don't you wanna feel my rod in your ass?"

"Oh yes, sir," Tommy said desperately. "More than anything in the world, sir."

"Yeah, but a dry fuck would rip you open. Better lube me up, stud. Remember how to do that?"

"Yes, sir." The naked jock sank to his knees, braced his hands on Randy's waist, leaned forward and licked the bulge in the denim, then clamped his mouth over it. Then he pulled back and went to work on the beltless jeans. He yanked them open with his teeth, one button at a time, until the fly was hanging open. He buried his face in his crotch, breathing in the dank smell of the gypsy's sweaty pubic hair. Curling his tongue round the thick cock he tugged at it until it sprang out rock hard and hit him in the face.

He looked up at Randy who grinned down at the eager young face. "Good work, kid. I see you haven't lost your touch. You know what comes next don't you?"

"Yes, sir ... definitely, sir." Tommy licked the huge cock lovingly, then opened his mouth wide and let the long, thick shaft slide all the way down his throat.

"Holy shit," Randy groaned, throwing his head back in ecstasy. "Boy, you've got a hot mouth – almost as hot as your ass. OK, kid, service your master."

"No!" The scream echoed round the room as Lloyd went wild. The shirtless architect strained at the ropes behind his back, his muscles flexing as he paced forward only to be jerked back by the collar round his neck."

"Shit, I forgot about you, big guy," Randy growled. "My buddy and me are renewing our acquaintance here, we can't have you yelling your face off. Gotta find a way to keep you quiet."

He pulled his cock back out and Tommy was left on his knees staring at it, longing for it. Randy pulled his phone from his pocket and punched a number. "Hey, stud. You busy right now? I got a small problem here and could use your help. Can you get your ass over to the gym?"

"Sure, boss," came the willing reply. "Be right there."

Randy replaced the phone and focused again on the blond jock's drooling face. "Sorry for the interruption, Tommy, but that should take care of it. Now, where were we?"

Tommy eagerly resumed sucking and didn't stop even when the door opened and a deep voice said, "Shit damn, quite a scene you got going here, buddy. How can I help?"

"Zack, my man, just in time. As you see, I got my hands full with my young blond friend here, who's got his mouth full of me. But the muscle-stud over there – yeah, the one with a collar round his neck – is being forced to watch, and he don't like what he's seeing, won't keep his mouth shut."

"No problem, boss." (Zack often called Randy `boss' though he was as much a boss on the construction site as his good buddy.) "Let's see here." He pulled off the sleeveless shirt he was wearing and Lloyd gazed in a panic at the tall, powerfully built black leatherman, shirtless in leather pants and boots, his ebony muscles rippling under the lights, his angular features, square jaw, high cheekbones and shaved head, giving him a rather sinister look.

"No!" Lloyd protested, always a bit scared of Zack. "Leave me alone. I want out of here."

Zack came close and ran his big hand over the architect's gym-sculpted chest. "See, Lloyd, whenever I got a man tied up like this I'm the boss, no question, and the guy better do what I say and, more important, let me do what I want. Otherwise, see, I got this thing in me where I can get real mean ... and you don't want that, Lloyd, trust me."

"Go fuck yourself, man," Lloyd sneered.

Zack grinned over at Randy. "Hear that, buddy? I just got an invitation to go and fuck myself. Only thing is, it don't work quite like that. But don't worry, Randy. Go ahead and give your Golden Boy a good time. I can take care of this one with my hands tied behind my back." He chuckled. "Oops, there I go again – getting it the wrong way round again.

"OK Lloyd. Hell, you sure are one hot-looking muscle-jock. I'm gonna enjoy this."

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 343

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