A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 343 By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:

The tough gypsy Randy and his buddy, the black leatherman Zack, unite to discipline the muscular Lloyd and the young gymnast Tommy. But Tommy's boss, Doctor Steve, reaffirms his affection for him. "The excited jock gazed in awe at the handsome doctor wearing only a thin tank top stretched over his sculpted chest, a sexy near-naked look that made the young athlete tremble with anticipation."

CHAPTER 343 – "THE DOCTOR, THE GYPSY & THE GYMNAST"

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

The tribe was gathered at the Grady House at the welcome-home party for Grady and Mario – the new movie Tarzan newly reconciled with his hot Italian lover Mario.

But the tribe's leader, Randy, was focused on a different couple having problems – his brother, Doctor Steve and Steve's architect lover, the gym-jock Lloyd. Typically Randy confronted the issue head on. "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 Tommy, right?"

Steve didn't want his big brother to get involved but Randy insisted. "OK, 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. But now you think Lloyd's gone overboard, fallen in love, or lust or whatever, and his mind's always on Tommy. That's why you're 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 so 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?"

Randy, of course, ignored his warning, especially when he realized that Lloyd and Tommy were together in Grady's gym on the far side of the house. When he went in there he was nauseated by the sight of Lloyd 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 naked, head bowed licking Lloyd's boots.

The sight of the domineering muscle-jock made Randy angry ... the sight of the naked gymnast made his dick hard. Stifling his anger with difficulty Randy said casually, "Hey, 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 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.

Randy picked up one of the ropes that littered the floor tossed one end over a chin bar, looped it through the ring on Tommy's collar and tied both ends. "See, now he's not going anyway ... roped by the neck to the chin bar he can only walk a few steps in any direction."

But when Lloyd was distracted by admiring himself in the mirror Randy turned the tables on him. A master of bondage Randy quickly unbuckled the collar from Tommy's neck, wrapped it round Lloyd's and re-buckled it. "What the fuck ...?" Lloyd yelled, but before he could gather his senses Randy grabbed another rope, pulled Lloyd's hands behind his back and tied his wrists.

While Lloyd struggled Randy grinned maliciously. "I do like to see a hot gym jock tied up and 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. It's because you made me angry. First, this thing you got going with Tommy is hurting my brother, and I don't let anyone hurt my brothers. Second, you actually think you're gonna own this decent young guy here and ... what ... be his master? ... make him think he loves you, wants your dick in his ass whenever you like? Fat chance, pal. Let me show you something."

He walked over to the stunned Tommy, grabbed his head and kissed him ravenously, then 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 ... almost 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 ... 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."

While Randy held Lloyd, Tommy took off his boots and jeans. "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."

Although Lloyd was seething with anger he could not deny the visual spectacle of the swarthy, 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 staring down at the handsome young gymnast on his knees, his mouth wrapped round the construction worker's massive cock.

"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 yell bounced off the walls as the shirtless architect strained at the ropes behind his back, muscles flexing as he paced forward only to be jerked back by the collar round his neck.

"Shit damn," Randy growled. "My buddy and me are renewing our acquaintance here, we can't have you yelling your face off, big guy. Gotta find a way to keep you quiet." He pulled his phone from his pocket and punched a number. "Hey, stud, 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."

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, bare chested 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 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."

********************* Chapter 343 *********************

Zack was not flying blind here – he was not merely doing Randy's bidding. He knew every detail of the problems between Steve and Lloyd from his boy Darius who, as the self-appointed historian of the tribe, kept up with all the goings on. Darius, often dubbed the megaphone', spread the good and bad tidings throughout the tribe in minutes, aided and abetted by his young pal, motor-mouth' Eddie.

As the co-boss of the construction company Zack worked daily with Randy and they had become very close buddies sharing the same thoughts and feelings. Both ultra-masculine alpha males, at the height of their muscular power, they both reacted physically to solve problems and discipline others, often with their fists.

The only difference was that Randy was hot-tempered, his anger legendary, while Zack was calmer, totally self-possessed, with a wry sense of humor even as he dealt with men like Lloyd. His reaction to the news of Lloyd's misbehavior with Tommy and Steve's anguish was pretty much the same as Randy's. Not only was Steve Randy's brother, Zack admired and respected the good doctor, and the thought of this kind man being hurt annoyed him.

Zack knew that Steve would be slow to act punitively and would tell Randy to stay out of it, and he was equally sure that Randy would charge in anyway. So it came as no surprise to receive his call for assistance, which Zack was now only too happy to supply.

"Well, will you look at that," Zack said to Lloyd, as if they were best buddies. "Your boy Tommy really knows how to suck dick. Look at the hot young gymnast chowing down on Randy's monster dick. He is really getting off on that.

"`Course, you know Tommy's crazy in love with Randy. Funny, he used to be the arrogant son-of-a-bitch Golden Boy until Randy broke him in with one of his savage fucks. Since then he's worshipped the big gypsy and craves his dick in his ass ... he'd crawl over hot coals for it. Rumor has it he jerks of every night thinking out it."

"Asshole." Lloyd snarled. "The boy's mine and you're full of shit. You better cut me lose `cos when Steve hears about this he'll rip you apart."

Zack looked at him and sighed. "Oh, Lloyd you'll never learn. Like I told you, I got this real mean streak in me and it gets all riled up when a guy bad-mouth's me. Nobody ever uses the `A' word to my face, buddy ... least of all you. When that happens, this happens."

"Aaagh!

Zack clamped his big hand like a claw on Lloyd's balls ... and squeezed ... hard. His gray eyes stared impassively at Lloyd's tortured face, his bicep bulging as he applied ever more pressure.

"Aaagh! No ... no ... my balls. Aaagh, stop, please, you're crushing my balls."

"Hey you guys," came Randy's voice, "can you keep the noise down? My boy here is finding it hard to concentrate on sucking my dick."

Zack loosened his grip on Lloyd's balls, so the excruciating pain diminished to a heavy ache, a reminder to the suffering, naked muscle-jock that his torture could resume in a second. "You hear that, Lloyd? My buddy just saved your balls, saved you from becoming a soprano for the rest of your life. Seems he don't care for you screaming like a stuck pig."

Randy grinned, "Best thing if you wanna shut him up, buddy, is do what I'm doing to Tommy here. Plug his mouth with that black club of yours."

"Sounds like a plan, boss. What do ya think, Lloyd? Think you wanna chow down on my stinking dick?" For emphasis Zack squeezed his balls hard for a spilt second and Lloyd yelled, "Yeah, yeah, OK, man, I'll suck your fucking dick."

Zack's eyes blazed. "Man, you are really starting to mess with my mind and I'm this close to losing it completely. Now we haven't tangled in a while, asshole, but anyone who has can tell you I'm not the kinda guy you jerk around. So let's try that again. My buddy here suggests that I stuff my rod in your mouth. I wanna know what you think about that." Once again Zack squeezed his balls.

"No, no, please. I'll suck your cock, sir. Please, I wanna suck your dick. Please, sir, I'm begging you ..."

The pain stopped instantly as Zack removed his hand. "That's better, stud. So Randy thinks I should fuck your face, I think I should fuck your face, and you're begging for it. But that mean streak in me is still kinda riled up and it's telling me to hurt you some more. Hmm – tell you what, let's ask your boy over there, or maybe I should call him your slave, cos from what I hear that's how you were treating him. Hey, Randy, OK if I ask Tommy what I should do with his master here, now that he's my prisoner and begging for mercy?"

"OK by me, Zack. The boy needs a breather anyway." Randy pulled his cock all the way out of Tommy's mouth and grinned down at him, "You're doing great, kid – great blowjob. You learned your technique from Eddie, I bet."

"Yes, sir. He gives all the boys lessons."

"OK, now what we have here is called role-reversal. When I came in here you were at Lloyd's mercy, kneeling at his feet. But now take a look. Your former master is tied up, begging to suck Zack's cock. But, being a rough tough leather-master, Zack kinda wants to make his prisoner suffer. He's left the decision up to you, so he's at your mercy now. Do you want Zack to hurt the guy who was treating you like a slave, making you lick his boots?"

"No, sir, please ... Lloyd and I were friends until he became ... kinda possessive. I'm sorry we hurt Steve and I want it to end. Please don't let Zack make him suffer anymore, sir. Sucking a leatherman's cock is enough ... if that's OK with you, sir."

Randy smiled down at him. "You're a good boy, Tommy, you've come a long way from that arrogant guy me and Bob first met in that hotel. So what about you, kid, what do you want?"

"I want you to fuck my ass, sir. I want it so bad I could cum thinking about it."

"Don't you dare cum until I say you can, OK?" Then to Zack. "OK, big guy, you heard what the boy said. I know you wanna make the muscle-jock suffer but Tommy wants you to be merciful to him. Tell you what, Zack. You and me work pretty damn well every day on the site, we get a real good rhythm going. Let's do the same here ... work in sync like we always do."

Zack laughed, "Kinda like synchronized fucking? Yeah, I could go for that. I always get a kick out of watching you fuck, Randy. OK, Lloyd, you're off the hook ... in more ways than one."

Zack reached behind Lloyd's neck and untied the rope from the collar but left it buckled round his neck and his hands tied behind him. He manhandled the naked jock over to Randy and forced him to kneel with his back against Tommy's. Zack was facing Randy, the two jocks kneeling between them back to back, facing their stiff dicks.

"Yeah," Zack grinned at Randy, "this is gonna work real good. Hey, why don't we spice it up a bit?" He picked up off the floor a short length of rope, then pulled Tommy's arms behind his back and looped them through Lloyd's bound arms. He tied Tommy's wrists so the two men's arms were linked together. Feeling a stab of panic at being tied like this Tommy looked up at Randy and was immediately reassured by his gleaming smile.

"Hey, Tommy, I remember you're into fantasy sex and this one's a first. A hot young gymnast and his gym-jock master kneeling back to back, their arms tied together behind them. They're both butt naked and both gonna get face-fucked by two bare-chested construction workers – the blond gymnast by the gypsy boss, his master by a black leather-hunk. How's that feel, kid?"

"Real hot, sir. But ... you are gonna fuck my ass, sir?"

"Damn right. You hot young jocks are gonna be forced to watch each other taking it up the ass."

Zack grinned admiringly at Randy, the big tough construction boss oozing sex appeal. Then he looked down at the naked Lloyd. "Not quite what you expected, eh stud? One minute you're making your slave lick your boots, the next minute you're tied to the boy and you're gonna get face-fucked and butt fucked ... by this.

Zack ripped open his leather pants, pulled out his rigid black cock and stroked it inches from Lloyd's face. Lloyd's mouth sagged open, drool running down his chin, and his cock was raging hard. Zack laughed, "Don't need to ask you if you're getting off on the scene like Tommy is." He grinned at Randy, "OK, big guy, my man's good and ready ... let's rock."

Working in unison both men pushed their hips forward and Lloyd moaned as the long black shaft filled his mouth, while Tommy eagerly resumed sucking Randy's beer-can thick rod. As Randy and Zack eased into a steady face-fuck rhythm the blond gymnast feasted on the gypsy's long dick, swallowing deep down his throat. But the muscular young architect had not had the benefit of Eddie's training and gagged as the leatherman's pole pushed in deep.

Both top men put their hands behind their captive's head, holding them in place while they ramrodded their mouths. The two construction workers had never fucked together like this and it was a huge turn on for them both as they locked eyes. "Damn, Zack, you look so fucking hot," Randy groaned. "I've watched you fuck before but never done it in tandem like this."

He hesitated before saying, "I never told you this, us being such good buddies, but sometimes when I'm in my trailer office on the site, fucking my boy Pablo, I look through the window and see you working, stripped to the waist as you always are, your muscles flexing as you wield a sledgehammer and ... and you look so damn hot it makes me bust my load in my boy's ass."

Zack grinned, "You're not the only one, buddy. When I go take a piss round the back I look through a gap in the fence and watch you striding around giving orders. Before I put my dick back in my pants I jack off and I'm soon spilling my load against the fence at the sight of you."

Roused by their memories the men rammed their cocks harder in their captives' mouths. "Long time since we fucked each other, eh stud?" Randy grinned. "Trouble is, who fucks who?"

"Ah, no problem there. We fight for it. Loser surrenders his ass."

Lloyd and Tommy, their mouths stuffed with pounding cock, could hear the sexual banter above them and it made their own cocks shudder and drip pre-cum. Then suddenly things got even more erotic. The two macho construction workers had turned themselves on so much that they grinned at each other, leaned forward over their captives and pressed their mouths together in a churning kiss.

Beneath them Lloyd and Tommy were pushed even harder against each other, back to back. The backs of their heads were forced against each other, trapping them motionless as the iron-hard cocks pistoned in their mouths. The kneeling muscle-jock and the blond gymnast writhed against each other, tugging at the ropes behind them that bound them together. They felt the other man struggle and tears streamed from their eyes as they screamed into the gags filling their mouths ... and their cocks blasted cum over the feet of their masters.

A few minutes later Lloyd and Tommy were lying naked on their backs in opposite directions head to head, their faces side by side, their hands now free of the ropes. Randy and Zack faced each other kneeling between their victims' legs.

Randy smiled down at the eager gymnast. "OK, Tommy, here's what you've been begging for all this time. Zack and me didn't cum ... we were saving it for your asses. Just so you know, your former master is gonna get his butt ploughed by the leatherman. You wanna hear?"

Randy nodded at Zack who was stroking his cock, staring down at Lloyd. "OK, let's hear it, stud," Zack said. "You want this? You want this huge black rod up your butt?"

By now the macho muscle-jock was ready to surrender totally. "Yes, sir. I wanna feel it inside me. Please, sir ... fuck my ass."

Their faces side by side Tommy heard Lloyd submit and it became sensory overload. He looked up at the powerful gypsy kneeling over him, heard Lloyd's begging voice beside him ... and at long last felt the massive shaft pushing inside him. "Aaah," he sighed deeply. "Thank you, sir." At the same time, "Aaagh!" Lloyd screamed beside him as Zack's club drove deep in his ass.

Zack grinned at Randy, "Damn that's hot. OK, boss, let's fuck." And so at last Tommy got his wish – no jack-off fantasy this time, the real thing – the gypsy boss he idolized was fucking his ass. And next to him, Lloyd's muscular body shuddered as he surrendered his ass to the piston of the leatherman's rod.

The men could have cum anytime in the hot asses, but they wanted it to last, staring into each other's eyes, getting off on each other while they fucked in unison. The jocks, too, moved to the same rhythm, reaching up and running their hands over the muscular chests of their masters as Lloyd felt Zack's leather pants slamming his butt and Tommy the denim of Randy's jeans.

It lasted a long while, Randy shifting his gaze from Zack down to Tommy, smiling at the ecstasy on the gymnast's handsome face under his tousled blond hair as he stared up at Randy muttering, "Thank you, sir ... thank you, sir."

"You're a great fuck, Tommy. That ice-skater's butt of yours is fucking beautiful. You said Lloyd was your friend before all this and I don't want that to change. You hear that, Lloyd? I want you and Tommy to be pals. So turn to each other and show me."

Lloyd and Tommy turned their heads toward each other, gazed into each other's eyes ... and kissed as they got fucked by the two construction workers. Zack smiled at Randy. "You son of a bitch. Fucking awesome, man. I wanna bust my load in Lloyd's ass while he's doing that but I got a better idea."

"Go for it, man," Randy grinned. And he did. They separated from their captives momentarily while Zack found a second collar on the floor and went to work.

In a few minutes they were gazing down at the two muscle jocks and Randy said, "Gotta hand it to you, stud. I guess it's being a leather master makes you so creative."

Lloyd and Tommy were on hands and knees, doggy style, facing each other. Zack had put the new collar round Tommy's neck and tied it with a short cord to Lloyd's – two handsome jocks facing each other, tied together by their necks.

"OK, guys." Randy said. "Here comes the big finish. Randy and Zack knelt behind their men and eased their cocks back inside their butts, massaging them slowly. "OK, Lloyd," Zack growled, "you got something you wanna say to your houseboy?"

Lloyd stared at Tommy, each wearing leather collars, tied together, each getting fucked doggy style. Lloyd looked into Tommy's hopeful eyes and said, "I'm sorry, dude. I guess I got carried away ... couldn't keep my eyes off your ass or my dick out of it. Can we still be buddies?"

"Sure, I want that too. Worst thing was hurting Steve. We gotta put that right."

They smiled shyly and their faces came closer until they were kissing again with mounting passion. Randy grinned at Zack. "Looks so damn hot. And I guess it's our cue, big guy."

In perfect sync each man grabbed his captive's hips and pulled his ass down harder on his cock. Their pistons pounded faster and deeper into Lloyd and Tommy who, mouths still locked together, took one hand off the floor and grabbed their own cocks.

The two shirtless construction workers, a gypsy with long black hair, a leather-hunk with shaved head, stared at each other jubilantly and Zack yelled, "You're so fucking beautiful, man."

Randy grinned, "So, let's do it, buddy! Yeah...!" With animal howls they blasted semen deep inside the two athletes who pounded their cocks, ground their mouths together ... and shot their second load of cum on the floor.

The four men looked in the mirror at the pornographic tableau of two naked muscle-jocks on all fours, roped to each other by leather collars round their necks, their asses filled with the jizz of a rugged black leatherman and a triumphant blue-eyed gypsy.

The men pulled their dicks out and Zack removed the leather collars. Randy, having achieved the first part of his plan, now took command of the rest. "OK, Tommy, that thing you said about Steve. That's next. So get dressed and let's go back to the party."

The tribe still gathered in the garden was rife with speculation ... there was a single topic of conversation. Everyone knew of the trouble between Steve, Lloyd and Tommy and everyone knew Lloyd and Tommy were together in the gym. The speculation had spiked when Randy went to the gym to assert his authority, and it peaked when Zack got Randy's call to help out.

Steve sat in a fog of swirling emotions – anger at Randy, sadness at Lloyd, and anxiety for Tommy. He had an uneasy feeling that he had not handled the problem well, that his cerebral therapist approach had been upstaged by his gypsy brother's impulsive physical action.

But Bob restrained Steve from following them. "Steve, you know how Randy is when he gets like this, there's no stopping him. But, crazy as he can be, he has a way of getting results, so let's just wait and see." Gazing into Bob's soft brown eyes Steve relented. "Thank god for you, buddy – always the voice of reason. OK, I guess. Let Randy do his thing."

As for the boys, especially the juniors, they typically closed ranks round one of their own, this time Tommy. When he had first arrived among them the high-handed Golden Boy had been universally disliked but, with the domination of Randy and the natural kindness of the boys, Tommy had mellowed over time into a respected member of the group, even if a bit distant as he spent all of his time at Steve's house in the hills.

The junior boys worked well with him serving at this party and took his directions as a skilled event planner. With the fierce loyalty among the boys it was natural that they took Tommy's side in this mess, voicing firm opinions that he had been led astray by Lloyd.

The expectant buzz among the crowd continued throughout the men's absence, but there was a sudden awed silence when the quartet finally emerged from the gym. Randy led the way with a satisfied look, his arm slung over Tommy's shoulder. Zack followed with his hand resting on Lloyd's shoulder. To everyone's surprise they looked like four buddies strolling back from a workout in the gym ... which in a way they were, though `workout' didn't even begin to cover it.

Before they reached the group Randy stopped and whispered in Tommy's ear. "Key, kid, I want you to do something for me. Upstairs, second door on the right, is the guestroom where Bob and me earlier saw a little action. We messed up the bed real good and I'd like you to tidy it up, straighten up the room."

"Yes, sir, of course, sir." (Right now Tommy would have done anything for Randy ... jump off the roof if he had asked him to.) He peeled off and disappeared into the house. When the other three reached the table Zack grinned at Lloyd. "Man, you were a whole lot of fun. Now behave yourself, ya hear?"

"Sure thing, Zack." Lloyd looked down nervously at Steve. He sat down beside him, put his arm round him and kissed him long and hard. But Randy intervened. "Er, I hate to break you two up but Steve, I want you to go upstairs to the guest room – second door on the right."

Steve frowned in confusion. "What? Why on earth should I go up there when ...?"

"Bro, don't give me a hard time here after everything I've done for you. Just get your stud ass upstairs and don't ask any damn fool questions."

When Randy was in full authoritarian mode like this, such was his natural dominance that nobody questioned him – even his brother. Steve gave a what-the-hell shrug and sighed. He stood up, bent down to give Lloyd another quick kiss, and walked into the house.

Bob flashed an amused smile at Zack, then gazed at Randy and shook his head ... the man never ceased to amaze him. "So ...?" he asked.

"So what?" Randy said matter-of-factly. "I took care of it, that's all. Shit, how many times have I told you guys that a good stiff dick up the ass solves most problems? This one was no different. By the way," he turned to Grady and Mario who were listening riveted. "Guys, thanks for the use of your gym but I'm afraid there might be a pool of jizz on the floor. Unavoidable, really."

Grady roared with laughter. "Randy, you are priceless. Won't be the first load of jizz on the floor, but Brian will take care of that ... one of his favorite things. I think he soaks it up with one of our torn T-shirts, then keeps the shirt ... auctions it off to the other boys for all I know."

Randy raised his voice. "Talking of Brian, who the fuck do you have to fuck to get a beer round here?"

"Me, sir ... me, sir!" Brian and Brandon wheeled themselves up with such force that their wheelchairs collided with a clang and upset the beer bottles. "Shit damn," Randy growled, with a twinkle in his eye, "don't you two start fighting or I'll have to fuck some sense into you too."

"Yes please, sir," they said in unison.

Still puzzled Steve walked into the upstairs guestroom ... and stood uncertainly in the doorway. Tommy was leaning over the bed smoothing the sheets and blankets and plumping the pillows. He was back to wearing his houseman's uniform designed by Lloyd to show off his gymnast body – a snug gray T-shirt and tight black pants. As he bent forward over the bed the perfect globes of his ass flexed under the stretched fabric, leaving little to the imagination.

Steve felt his cock stiffen and his instinct was to turn and leave, but as he turned round he heard, "Oh, sir. I'm sorry, sir. Did you, er ... did you want something ...?" His voice trailed off as tears brimmed in his eyes and his body trembled. To Steve he suddenly looked like a lonely, troubled young man, unsure of himself and his place in their household. So this is what Tommy had become, thanks to Lloyd and Steve.

Steve's heart went out to him, he walked toward him, opened his arms wide ... and Tommy fell into them. Steve felt the boy's tears on his shoulder and heard his plaintive words in his ear. "Sir, I'm sorry for what I did. I know I was out of line and I'm sorry you were hurt. I'll understand if you fire me, sir, I deserve it. I think I can go back to the hotel and ask them to give me my old job back, so ..."

"Hey, hey, hey stop all this nonsense, Tommy." Steve pulled back, held him at arm's length and gazed at him with his pale blue eyes – exactly the same eyes as his brother Randy. "Who said anything about firing you, Tommy? You're a part of our household now, a valuable part, and we couldn't manage without you. More importantly, we're fond of you ... very fond."

"Really, sir?" Tommy was surprised after everything that had happened and there was a long silence, neither man knowing what to say next. They were saved by a knock on the door and Steve said, "Come in."

The door swung open and Brian wheeled himself in. "Sorry to interrupt, sir, but Grady asked me to bring this up to you," pointing to the coffee pot on his tray table. See, downstairs we're serving coffee and desert, sir, and Grady said you shouldn't miss out. Danny has made one of his special desserts – hot apple crumble – it's his own recipe and so good that it flies off the table and there wouldn't be any left if you ..." he winced ... "I mean when you come down, sir."

He blushed at stumbling on awkward ground but Steve smiled warmly. "Brian, that is real kind of you. Looks great. Please thank Grady and Danny."

"And let me help," said Tommy standing up and assuming his server's role."

"No, dude ... I mean no, sir ... Grady gave me instructions to serve you both ... sir."

"OK," Tommy grinned as he and Steve sat at the small round table. "But, Brian, you don`t have to call me sir ... ever. I mean, we're ... er ... we're still buddies aren't we."

"Oh absolutely, dude. Me and the boys are rooting for you, `cos we think ..." He blushed again and looked at Steve, "Sorry, sir."

"Nothing to be sorry about, kiddo," Steve smiled. "So if those were Grady's instructions you better serve."

Brian became serious and frowned in concentration as he wheeled himself around and carefully placed the cups, silverware and napkins on the table, then the desserts and coffee pot. He grinned at Tommy. "How was that, dude, did I do it right?"

"Perfect, Brian. What we used to call in the hotel, white-glove service."

Brian blushed, with pride this time, and said to Steve, "Right, well just call down if you want anything else, sir ..." he smiled at them both ... "though my guess is you won't." He winced at his own boldness. "Oops, better make myself scarce," and he wheeled himself quickly out.

Brian's intervention had succeeded in breaking the ice between the two and Steve chuckled. "You two seem to get along real well."

"I really love the kid," Tommy said, "he's always so anxious to please and works so hard. That goes for the other boys too – a real close-knit group. I was such a prize asshole when I first came here but I like to think I'm becoming one of them ... or I was until ..."

"Hey, Tommy, let's try this famous dessert." Steve poured the coffee and they both had a taste of the apple crumble. "Mmm," Steve said, "delicious. Man, that Danny is a master pastry chef. We should hire him up at the house more often if Grady and Mario can spare him."

Tommy looked up encouraged. "You mean I ...?"

"OK, Tommy," Steve said with a sigh, "it's time we cleared up all this trouble between us." Then he smiled mischievously. "But only after we've cleared up this dessert – every last crumb."

They scraped their dishes clean, took a long sip of coffee, then Steve sat back and smiled at Tommy. "OK, here we go. First, I am as much to blame as anyone in all this. While Lloyd was doing his thing with you I took a back seat, observing objectively like a good therapist. But it was my job to intervene, and I failed, thinking we could eventually talk our way through it."

He grinned, "My brother Randy had the right idea, as usual. He took the bull by the horns and wrestled it to the ground as he always does. See, we may look very much alike but I have the mind of a therapist and he's a man of action. It's our backgrounds. As soon as I was born I was given up for adoption and grew up a privileged kid in Marin County. Got a Master's in Psychology at Stanford University.

"And all that time Randy was an itinerant gypsy laborer in hard-scrabble West Texas, taking care of his five young brothers. He's a street fighter, I'm a thinker. So we react differently when problems crop up." He chuckled. "That's one thing that makes him so sexy ... he's got that macho, sexual magnetism that I lack."

"Oh I wouldn't say that, sir." Tommy had blurted it out and there was a sense in both of them that a bridge had just been crossed."

Steve smiled at him. "So, you wanna tell me what my big brother did in Grady's gym?"

Tommy blushed a little but was glad for the chance to share his adventure with Steve. "Well, sir, first he put a collar round Lloyd and looped a rope round it tied to the chin bar. He tied his hands behind his back and left him there naked while he worked on me. He made me kneel and suck that huge dick of his, but Lloyd kept cursing so Randy called Zack and they both worked on us together – what Zack called synchronized fucking.

Lloyd and I wound up kneeling on all fours face to face, tied together by leather collars. Randy and Zack fucked us and Randy made us look into each other's eyes then kiss each other, like two buddies making love while they got fucked."

"And ...?"

"Well, sir, I don't know if Randy planned it like this but ... well ... it kinda changed everything. I mean, both of us being tied to each other, both getting butt fucked, it kinda made us equal and demolished the whole master/servant thing we had been getting into." He stared straight into Steve's eyes. "That's over, sir, I'm sure. And I could tell Lloyd feels the same."

Steve smiled. "Randy didn't exactly plan it, Tommy. He works by gut instinct ... and his instincts are usually right. He claims he can settle arguments with his fists or a fuck, and it turns out he's right. He does the same thing with Bob, because he's crazy in love with him, and his animal instincts, plus his kindness and protection to the boys are why Bob is so in love with him. But sometimes his instincts are more subtle, like now. He brought us together here, didn't he?"

There was another silence, then Steve said, "At the risk of sounding like your therapist, Tommy, I'd like to know ... when you were in the gym with Randy ... how did you feel about that?"

Tommy blushed again. "I totally loved it, sir. I've always loved Randy ever since he fucked me when we first met in the hotel where I worked. He fucks like no one else and I long for it."

"So I've heard. And is it true that every night you jerk off thinking about Randy fucking you?"

"Well, mostly, sir ... but not every night."

"Hm, that's not what I've heard."

"Oh, I jerk off every night but ... not always thinking about Randy."

"Who else, then? Lloyd?"

"No, sir.' Tommy swallowed hard. "I think about you, sir. I've never told anyone about that."

Steve was startled. "Why not ... why didn't you tell me?"

Steve's persistent questioning paid off and it all came out. "I don't really know sir, I guess I didn't dare to. I mean, it was different with Lloyd, he was always coming on to me, we had fun and he's sexy and so ... I dunno ... so approachable."

"And I was unapproachable?"

"Well, yes sir. I mean, you're more serious, busy with your work, your patients and their problems. I thought you wouldn't want to hear about me after that. Oh I know we've had sex, sir, mostly with Lloyd, the three of us, and I think once even with Randy. But I always thought Lloyd wanted me more than you did, sir, which is why he and I ... well, got into this mess, sir."

"Do you find me sexy, Tommy?"

"Of course, sir. I just said I jerk off thinking about you, mostly about you fucking me, staring at me with those blue eyes, sir."

"The same eyes as Randy. Is that what you like about me – that I look like my brother?"

Tommy frowned. "I ... well partly, sir. I mean of course, you look so much alike – muscular physique, stunning face, the square jaw, hypnotic eyes. But like you said, you are different too. He's this stubbled gypsy with the wild long black hair and you're much more ... well ... refined, sir. But that's real sexy in a different way. I love that ... I would love to ... Hell, I don't know what I'm saying ... I should shut up."

"No – thanks for speaking out now, Tommy. I've been a damn fool. They say that therapists are so busy working out other people's feelings they don't recognize their own, and I'm sure guilty of that. I didn't realize it but I was neglecting you, stifling my own lust, but I promise to make it up to you. Er, I have another question."

"Yes, sir?"

"Do you have a hard-on now?"

"Yes, sir."

"Even though you've probably already cum several times in the gym?"

"Sir, I always have a hard-on every time you come into a room. And when I'm sitting with you like this."

"Tommy, would you like to make love with me now?"

Tommy frowned. "Only if you really want me, sir. I don't want you to feel sorry for me ... I don't want a mercy fuck."

The words pierced Steve like a knife. "Dammit, boy, is that what you think of me, of yourself? We talk things out, I feel pity and fuck you just to make you feel good? What do you think I'm made of, stone? Look at you, they didn't call you the Golden Boy for nothing. You're fucking beautiful, that perfect gymnast body, those chiseled features, thick blond hair, not to mention of course that spectacular ass that everyone wants to fuck ... including me, boy ... especially me."

Startled, but excited, by this unusual outburst of passion from the usually cool doctor, Tommy stammered, "I'm sorry, sir ... I didn't mean to ..."

"Stop apologizing, man, you have nothing to apologize for. You're fucking gorgeous. Stand up. Look in that mirror behind me. That's it. You're looking at a beautiful young jock. You wanna see how beautiful? Take your clothes off ... strip naked ... that's an order."

Quick to obey the newly assertive doctor Tommy pulled off his T-shirt, took off his shoes and dropped his pants and shorts. He stood naked staring at the mirror while Steve stared at him. "What do you see, boy?"

"A guy with a hard dick, sir. A good-looking guy who's excited to be with his handsome boss."

Steve stood up, walked behind the blond gymnast and ran his hands over the mounds of his exquisite ass. "Tommy, this is no mercy fuck. I really want that ass, I want you in my arms, to fuck you ... to love you. How do you feel about that?"

Tommy smiled at that stock question that all therapists ask and said simply, "Yes please, sir."

"Get on the bed, Tommy." He obeyed, lying on his back staring up at the muscle-god doctor who stood at the foot of the bed. Steve had worn to the party beige slacks and a dark blue sport shirt over a white tank. He shrugged off the shirt but left the tank. He kicked off his loafers unbuckled the belt round his slacks and let them drop, so he was left with only the white tank and boxer shorts. Tommy could see the long shape of Steve's cock under his boxers and when he pulled them down it sprang out iron hard.

"Aah," Tommy gasped, instinctively reaching for his own cock and stroking it. "Is this OK, sir? Randy doesn't allow me to touch my cock without permission."

"Tommy, this is me, not my brother. And as you pointed out, we may look alike but there are many differences, including the way we fuck and make love. One of them being this." He reached down and dipped his fingers into one of the jars of lube lying open around the room. "Randy makes do with spit. Me, I'm more ... what was the word you used? ... more refined." Steve chuckled. "Assuming that all it takes to be refined is a fistful of lube."

Tommy laughed and Steve said, "See, that's another difference. My big gypsy brother may have made you howl with ecstasy but I bet he didn't make you laugh." Tommy gazed up in awe at the handsome doctor lubing his cock in his fist, wearing only his thin tank stretched over his sculpted chest, a sexy near-naked look that made the boy pull his hand away from his cock to prevent an orgasm.

Steve wiped his hands on a table napkin, then knelt on the bed between Tommy's legs and pushed them back. He leaned forward and Tommy thought Steve was going to pin his wrists to the bed like Randy, but instead he braced his hands on the bed beside him. "When I'm making love to a boy's ass I like him to touch me."

"Yes, sir," Tommy said breathlessly, reaching up and running his palms over the thin cotton, feeling his boss's pecs and abs rippling underneath. Then suddenly, with no thrust, no pain, Steve's thick cock was inside him, moving slowly, caressing the sensitive membrane of his ass.

"Oh ... oh ... sir that feels so good, you look so hot ... thank you, sir. I love your cock inside me ... please don't stop, sir ... fuck me ... I love it."

"Of course," Steve grinned, "I could do this like my brother..." His eyes gleamed and suddenly he was pounding the gymnast's ass like a pile driver making his face twist in pain. But only for a moment. Then the slow, gentle massage was back and Steve was smiling down at him. "Just wanted to show you another difference. I know you like savage fucks from Randy, but this is the refined version. You OK?"

"Oh yes, sir ... please don't stop."

"OK, young man, I won't." The tender love-making went on and on until Steve said, "I know another thing that turns you on, Tommy. This tank is getting sweaty ... take it off, stud."

Tommy grinned. The doctor had read his mind – it was what he had wanted. He reached up and grabbed the neck of the tank top. As Steve rose and fell above him the thin cotton stretched and threads began to tear. Soon it ripped down the front and it was hanging from his shoulders, exposing the slabs of his naked pecs.

To Tommy's wide eyes Steve looked magnificent with the shredded tank hanging over his chest. Tommy lost any remaining inhibitions and yanked the rest of the tank off, throwing it triumphantly aside. They were both totally naked now and their passion built. Steve turned the writhing jock on his side, fucking him from behind, then on his stomach, pressing his hands on the small of his back, gazing at the perfect ass and his own long shaft disappearing into it.

Steve kept bringing Tommy – and himself – to the brink of orgasm, then pulling back, but there was a limit to their self-control and at last, with Tommy again lying on his back, Steve said, "Tommy, I want to see you cum all over that gorgeous body of yours while I pour my juice in that beautiful ass. Are you ready?"

Yes, sir ... definitely, sir."

There was no change of pace, no urgency, just the young buck gazing ecstatically up into the doctor's hypnotic blue eyes. "I'm cumming, sir ... you're making me cum. Yes ... yes ... aaahh." The sight of the muscular gymnast blasting jets of semen over his own chest and abs was all it took for Steve to flood the boy with the semen that had been straining his balls ever since his cock first slid into the velvet ass.

They stared at each other while their cocks drained, then Steve pulled gently out and used the shredded tank top to wipe the cum off Tommy's chest. He lay on the bed on his side facing Tommy and smiled, "From now on I'll take charge, Tommy, as I should have been doing all along. After what Randy did in the gym and our time in here I think I can guarantee that our problems are over. Lloyd, you and I always lived in harmony before and we will again.

"Lloyd is still my lover, but sometimes you will make love to Lloyd, sometimes with me, sometimes both. But please, if ever you are uneasy or have a problem, please come to me. If you like we can call it a therapy session, where you can tell your shrink anything and it remains private, just between us."

Steve grinned playfully. "Now I will ask you this question only one last time, I promise." Tommy joined in and they said in unison, "How do you feel about that?"

Tommy laughed long and hard. "I feel wonderful, sir."

Downstairs men and boys were still sitting round the table finishing off the coffee and the last remains of Danny's dessert. And once again an air of expectancy hung over the group, though this time they were wondering not about the events in the gym but about what was happening upstairs between Steve and Tommy. As Randy had engineered the whole thing they naturally looked to him for answers.

"So what do you think they're doing, Randy?" asked Adam in his Australian drawl.

"By now they're fucking," Randy said confidently, "if I'm not wrong."

"And you're never wrong," grinned Bob.

"Damn right," Randy laughed.

At that moment, in answer to Adam's question, Steve appeared with his arm round Tommy's waist. Both were fully dressed again and Steve's ripped, cum-soaked tank was hanging out of Tommy's back pocket – a memento.

They both flashed a bright smile that prompted cheers of relief and admiration, loudest of all from the third player in the triangle, Lloyd. Steve and Tommy came up to him and kissed him, one on each cheek. Steve whispered into Lloyd's ear, then Tommy sat down with Lloyd while Steve remained standing and addressed the tribe.

"Gentleman," he said, "a short while ago my brother Randy stood here and confirmed that Grady and Mario were reconciled – in fact they had never stopped loving each other, which everyone except they themselves knew already. You only have to look at them. Well now it's my turn to announce another reconciliation – Lloyd, myself and our good friend Tommy.

"We have been having problems as you all know – hell, news spreads though this group like a forest fire. But all is well again and I want to thank several guys – at the risk of sounding like an Oscar speech – which we all hope will be in Grady's future when his movie comes out." This prompted more boisterous cheers that made Grady blush.

"Speaking of Grady I want to thank him and Mario for opening their home to us and providing this beautiful space for so much healing to occur. I want to thank Zack for showing Lloyd that in the leather world love and respect are the qualities that matter most – even if you sometimes need ropes and collars to get there." Laughter and bawdy cheers again.

"And finally I have to thank my big brother Randy. I warned him not to get involved and, as always, he ignored my advice. And I'm damn glad he did. I guess I have always thought of Randy as a fist-swinging gypsy, quick to anger and throw a punch. But that gypsy blood that flows through his muscular body also gives him a down-to-earth instinct about human nature that's more accurate than most therapists'. In fact I've come to think that perhaps he should have been the shrink in the family, not me."

As Randy grinned and swatted away the praise Steve concluded, "Randy is the best leader this clan could have and, with Bob at his side (and in his bed), they have created a tribe of men and boys we can be proud of."

Steve raised his glass. "So, gentlemen, a final collective toast ... to our hosts Mario and Grady; to our beautiful chefs and boys who pulled this party together; to our resident stud Zack; and to Randy, the finest brother a man could ever have. And finally, gentlemen, to ourselves, all of us gathered here. To the tribe!"

As they all raised their glasses in a raucous toast there were more than a few moist eyes round the table.

The party went on until dark when couples started to pair off and go to their homes. Among the last to leave were Steve, Lloyd and Tommy, eager to cement the foundations of their new relationship. Randy, Bob and the twins had been invited to stay here the night, so while Randy and Grady sat chatting, Bob and Mario helped Brian to clear up. Danny and the twins put together a light supper that the four men and four boys ate in the dining room.

Toward the end Brian said to Bob, "Sir, I expect Steve and Tommy messed up the guestroom bed again so I'll go up and change the sheets."

"Don't you dare," Randy growled with a grin. "Nothing like messy sheets and a strong smell of jizz to give a guy ideas, eh buddy?" with a seductive look at Bob.

So Randy and Bob went off to the main guestroom, Mario and Grady to the master suite. Danny and Brian had their own rooms of course, and another guestroom was meant for the twins, but the four of them ended up in Danny's room where they all engaged in their favorite pastime – talking out the party and gossiping about the wild events of the day. But one thing led to another and the four boys ended up spending the whole night together sharing the same big king-size bed.

And so, as peace reigned in the house, this long chapter in the tribe's affairs, which had started with the temporary separation of Grady and Mario and wound a tortuous path through other rocky relationships, came to a close. But of course the story did not.

In the next chapter

Another couple talking out the party in their apartment in the tribe's compound down the hill, were the handsome blond cop Mark and his gorgeous young surfer-boy Jamie.

Their talk of the various relationships in the tribe brought up memories of their own past, of Jamie's troubled early days when he was one of a pair of skinheads, living rough, on the edge of the law. He and his pal Brigg had broken into the house but were caught, punished by Randy, and only avoided Mark's threat of arrest by doing menial work.

In the end Brigg went back to his family in St. Louis. But Mark had seen something special in Jamie and had taken him on a trip up the coast ... and the rest was history. So here they were together in bed as always, with a now transformed Jamie, a proud senior boy of the tribe, Mark's devoted lover with a ripped, tanned body – his previously shaved head now a mass of tousled blond hair.

They were not to know that this conversation was prescient, that in a few days their strength, judgement and compassion would be tested when that same figure from Jamie's distant past surfaces unexpectedly. They had long since forgotten Brigg – but he had not forgotten Jamie.

When Brigg shows up out of the blue Jamie's young assistant Brandon is alone in the office, in his wheelchair as always, and has to defend himself against the young thug's resentful attack. Jamie arrives on the scene and a fight ensues. Mark arrives home from work in his cop uniform and takes charge.

The ensuing events test Jaime's leadership and the foundation of his loving relationship with the commanding police officer he idolizes. Eventually another man comes to visit – and comes up with a solution.

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 344

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