A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 362 By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 362 – "TWO GREASY MECHANICS IN LUST"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

The blond jock Jamie has matured from a young colt to a stallion and he proves it by topping the rugged cop Mark. But he meets his match in his husky buddy Larry. "Two greasy mechanics working shirtless in the dim workshop, one a swarthy, dark haired stud, the other a muscular blond, both streaked with oil and sweat. They argue, fight and the winner says, `You're finished muscleboy. Your ass is mine'." _____________________________________________________________________

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

The police officer Mark and his buddy, the Marine captain Hassan, were taking their boys on a weekend trip out to the desert, to the Palm Springs home of their good friend `Uncle' Mike and his boy Larry.

Sitting in the back seat Hassan's boy, young Eddie, was so thrilled to be next to the senior boy he idolized, the tanned surfer-jock Jamie, that he could not stop talking. That was a well-known trait of the ebullient Eddie whose lively mind was so full of scrambled thoughts and ideas that he impulsively needed to share them. However, he was unable to edit himself and no thought went unexpressed, despite Jamie's gentle attempts at urging silence.

Jamie silently appealed for help to Mark, who pulled off the highway and drove to a secluded spot out in the desert scrub, the same spot where, on previous trips, the horny cop had fucked his surfer boy on the tailgate of the truck. But this time, in a twist, it was Jamie's turn to give the same treatment to Eddie while the men watched.

Hassan knew that Mark's goal these days was to encourage Jamie's growth into maturity, into a confident authoritative young stud, one of the tribe's senior boys. And this, Hassan knew, was one of Mark's ways to display his boy's authority. Also, Hassan knew that Eddie was thrilled to submit his ass to his handsome friend and took his `punishment' willingly.

Jamie looked down at Eddie sitting on the truck's tailgate and managed to hide his affection and amusement under a mask of mock severity. "You disobeyed me. You disobeyed me, a senior boy and the cop's boy. You know what happens to a junior boy who disobeys a senior?""

Eddie winced, "He gets fucked up the butt? Just a guess, sir."

The irrepressible Eddie! Jamie had a hard time maintaining his stern demeanor ... he loved this kid and understood what a turn-on this was for him. He unlaced his surfer trunks and Eddie stared up at the muscular jock, at his broad shoulders and bulging biceps, shaped by many hours paddling through the waves on his board. His tangled blond hair fell over the fine features of his handsome face, and his muscles flexed as he stroked his cock. It was a boy's wet dream.

Jamie gave Eddie the full treatment, sliding his cock in gently at first then building to a pile-driving thrust that made Eddie drift back into the fantasy of a helpless, naked boy in the remote desert being punished by the angry young jock. Eddie desperately held back his orgasm but he finally gasped, "I gotta cum, dude. Please let me cum ... aaagh! His howls of ecstasy were matched by Jamie as he blasted jism deep inside Eddie and the boy sprayed cum over himself.

The men had already got back in the truck when they heard the triumphant shouts, and Hassan grinned at Mark. "Guess that means we can finally get out of this god-forsaken place, officer." And as the boys tumbled panting into the back seat – Jamie shirtless, Eddie still naked – Mark gunned the engine and they took off in a cloud of dust.

Always careful to please his master the Marine Eddie said, "Did I do OK, sir? I mean, was it OK with you that I let Jamie fuck me? I'm sorry if I got kinda carried away, but ..."

Hassan turned and smiled at him. "Eddie, did you have a good time?" Eddie nodded excitedly. "Oh yes, sir. It was awesome."

"Good, so if it was good for you it's good for me. I love you Eddie, you're my boy, and I always want you to be happy." Eddie grinned at Jamie with tears in his eyes and Jamie threw his arm over his shoulder and pulled him close. And that's how they stayed all the way to Palm Springs.

When they arrived at Mike's house Mike and Larry were outside the gate to meet them, beaming with pleasure. "Hey, guys," Mike said, "did you have a good trip?" The boys fell out of the back, Jamie shirtless and Eddie naked except for his sneakers, with obvious cum streaks on his chest. Mike chuckled, "OK, strike that last question. We should all have such a good trip." He hugged the men, then stepped back and let Larry take over.

Mike's boy Larry had changed from the insecure young rebel they had first known, and he impressed them with his cheerful ease and self-confidence. Mike was obviously letting Larry play host. "Great to see you guys. You probably want to relax and, er, clean up," Larry grinned playfully at Eddie. "Let me show you to your rooms. If you need anything just holler, guys. And when you've freshened up there'll be cocktails by the pool before lunch."

When Mark and Jamie were alone at last in their room Mark smiled at him and took him in his arms. "I'm mighty proud of you Jamie. The way you handled Eddie out there was perfect. One thing I'm sure of is that Eddie is now totally in love with you – even more than before.

"And I am too. You have matured into such a stud, and so damn sexy I'm proud to call you my best buddy and my lover. And I think you're ready for what I have in mind for you now. Sometime later Hassan will take off for his little house way out there in the desert and he'll expect me to follow him. You know the scene we play out there in that basement dungeon of his. It's a kind of catharsis for us to help us deal with those painful wartime memories.

"Up to now it's always been just the two of us, re-living that harrowing time when we first met during the war as enemy soldiers. But today will be different. Though Hassan doesn't know it yet, today I'm taking you with me, Jamie. I have plans for you."

Jamie looked at Mark in surprise, but before he could respond Mark said, "But right now there's some business we have to attend to. Watching you dominate that kid the way you did ... well," Mark grinned, "it turned me the hell on. But we can't let you get carried away with all that top-man shit. You may be a tough young jock, but I'm still your man and still a cop. So I think you know what you have to do, big guy."

"Yes, sir," Jamie said, slipping back into the role of cop's boy. He kicked off his sneakers, dropped his surfer trunks and fell back naked on the bed, gazing up at Mark just as he did every day when the officer came home from work.

********************** CHAPTER 362 **********************

It had become a ritual. Whenever the cop got home from his shift on the Los Angeles streets, after his motorcycle had been throbbing between his legs for eight hours, he was hot and horny. Jamie always had to be waiting for him, as he was now, lying naked on the bed. Often Mark was so impatient he didn't even take off his uniform – just yanked out his cock, fell on his gorgeous boy and fucked his ass.

But now, on vacation, Mark was wearing cargo shorts and the black ribbed tank that he knew was a favorite of Jamie's. He quickly shed them and stood naked before the handsome blond jock staring up at him from the bed.

It was a scene they played out almost daily and each knew his role. Jamie hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs up, displaying the white globes of his ass that contrasted with his bronzed body. Mark spat in the palm of his hand and ran it over his cock, the only lube his boy ever needed. He knelt on the bed and asked the usual question.

"You want to feel the cop's dick in your ass, boy?"

"Yes, sir – very much, sir," Jamie said obediently, pre-cum oozing from his cock in anticipation.

Mark leaned forward and eased his cock onto his boy's ass, slowly, teasingly – stopping, pulling back then sliding in deeper until at last he came to rest in the tenderest depths of his ass. There he rested, staring down at the surfer's blue eyes.

But there the normal ritual came to a sudden halt. "You're such a fucking stud, Jamie, and I ask myself `what's wrong with this picture'.

"Sir?" Jamie asked in confusion.

"Just that ... the sir' ... the boy'. Like I've told you, man, I don't think of you as the cop's boy anymore, but the cop's best buddy. And when you were out there in the desert ploughing Eddie's ass on the tailgate of the truck ... well, here's the thing. I didn't identify with you, the top man giving it to the boy. What I felt was Eddie's excitement taking it from the hot muscle-jock – the same excitement I feel now, dude."

Before Jamie could totally grasp what was happening Mark had pulled out of him and rolled over on his back on the bed. "Stand up, Jamie."

Now Jamie understood what was going on and his cock stiffened. He got to his feet on the bed, stood astride the naked cop and stroked his cock. He could have shot a wad all over him right there but he knew what Mark wanted ... and, boy, did he want to give it to him!

This was the rugged top-man he had always worshipped, the authoritarian police officer, one of the tribe's most admired senior men. This was the master he waited for every night naked on the bed, offering his ass to him like a loyal boy. And now the roles were reversed and Jamie felt empowered. He knew what Mark wanted him to do, wanted him to be, a top man like himself.

Mark gazed up at the naked jock towering over him and said, "Man, you look so fucking hot. Let's see what you got, stud."

Jamie stepped back and dropped to his knees. He pushed Mark's legs up high, leaned forward and rested his hands on the slabs of cop's chest. "Man you feel good," Jamie said. "And you're ass is gonna feel even better. `Cos what you're gonna get, buddy, is a dry fuck." He eased his cock between the solid cheeks, paused as Mark always did, then suddenly buried his dry shaft deep inside the cop's ass.

"Aaagh ... oh shit, man ... fuck, that hurts. Come on man, give it to me ... I can take it."

Jamie pulled his cock all the way out, then plunged it in again, then again at the start of a pile-driving assault on the naked muscle-god beneath him. Fucking Eddie had been fun, a senior boy fucking an adoring junior, but this was a whole different level of exhilaration. Suddenly he was the cop's equal – they were two hot and horny buddies fucking ... with Jamie on top.

It wasn't even a role reversal of boy fucking master, a game they had played before. There were no roles here, just two beautiful men indulging their lust, two pairs of blue eyes gazing at each other intensely, two muscular bodies churning together as one man ploughed the other.

"Man, you feel good," Jamie grinned as he twisted the cop's nipples in his fingertips.

"Ah, that's how you wanna play it, eh big guy?" Mark reached up and squeezed Jamie's tits hard in a test of endurance that sharpened their mutual passion. Inflicting pain on each other created an intimacy more intense than anything else could. They were challenging each other, displaying their strength, testing their manhood, proving their love.

The contest intensified as Jamie continued to jackhammer his buddie's ass and ground his tits savagely. Finally he used his fingernails, which pushed the cop over his pain threshold and made him shout, "OK, I've had enough! I give up, man. I submit."

Jamie stopped instantly, smiled broadly and said, "So, the macho cop submits. Careful what you wish for, buddy, you still don't seem to know who you're up against here."

"No," Mark grinned, "but I'm starting to learn ... and it feels terrific. Man, I love you."

"The magic words, officer," Jamie smiled. He fucked him more gently now, then lowered his face onto Mark's and their lips met in a building embrace.

Mark reached up and wrapped his arms round Jamie's back, feeling his back muscles ripple as he moved up and down on him. Mark ran his hands down his back, over the slim waist and cupped them round the hard globes of the surfer's ass flexing under his palms each time his cock pushed inside him. This was the ass Mark had entered so often, his boy's ass, and now here was that same boy – a colt transformed into a young stallion – fucking him.

Apart from the exquisite feeling in his ass, what made it even more sensual to Mark was the transfer of power. As an authoritarian cop he was always in command, and at home he was always the dominant partner. But now he could relinquish that power, relax and surrender himself to the strength and dominance of the beautiful man he loved.

That sense of letting go was what now made the cop able to submit to another man ... not just any man but his lover, his buddy. As their mouths separated Mark looked up at the beautiful tanned face, the blond hair falling over the brow, and gazed into the smiling blue eyes. "I love you, Jamie. Man, I love you. Please, let me feel your warm juice in my ass. Make me cum, Jamie. I'm so close."

"Me too, buddy. OK, here it comes. This is for you, man. Fuck ... I'm cumming ... yeah ... fuck ... I love you, sir!" Jamie howled and blasted his pent-up jism deep in the cop's ass.

It was the use of sir' that did it for Mark. This macho young jock, this dominant top-man had called him sir'. It made his mind spin, made his body jerk ... made his cock spray semen all over his own heaving, muscular chest.

As their cocks drained the two men stared at each other, unsure what had just happened. Jamie, the boy transformed into a powerful young man had dominated him and at the last climactic moment where Mark had surrendered his ass to him, Jamie had called him `sir'.

It was confusing, contradictory, and yet it felt so right. It was a new kind of relationship that lacked definition – two muscle-stud buddies, equal top-men who could reverse roles with ease ... and yet one had called the other `sir'.

Jamie pulled his spent cock out of his lover's ass, fell on top of him and rubbed his body over his cum-slick chest. "That word just came out, man," he said, "it felt so natural. I know what you want me to be – tough, assertive – and I am all that for you. But part of me still wants to look up to you, to idolize you as I always have. And that part of me loves slipping back into the role of your boy and calling you sir ... `cos that's how I think of you." He grinned. "I don't think I can ever stop doing that. Is it OK if sometimes I call you sir ... sir?"

"I love it Jamie. I love getting fucked by my young stallion but I still want my naked boy to be waiting for me to fuck him when I get home. You'll be my man, my buddy, my top-man, my boy all in one. You'll be all that to me in one. We'll forget all the labels and you'll just be my Jamie ... and I'll be your Mark. How's that sound?"

"Sounds perfect to me, big guy," Jamie said. He jumped off the bed and pulled Mark up with him. "And now a quick shower together and we'll join the others outside. Got it?"

"Aye-aye, sir," the naked cop said with a mock salute.

Outside by the pool Hassan and Eddie were sitting at the table with Mike and Larry. Eddie, of course, was dying to tell his story of the drive out here in the desert and Hassan smilingly indulged him, knowing his boy's total inability to keep such a story bottled up.

It was one of those tales that began with Eddie's raised open palms, wide eyes and, "Guys, you are not gonna believe ..." Mike exchanged smiles with Hassan and settled in for the saga. "Well even I didn't believe it was happening at first. I mean, we all know Mark's habit of pulling off the road and fucking Jamie, so I assumed ... but you know what they say about that – makes and ass out of u and me ..."

Hassan of course had witnessed the whole drama so he recognized the colorful exaggerations of how Jamie had, "dragged me out of the truck, hurled me onto the tailgate and stared down at me like the wrath of god ..." And the story got even more wildly imaginative as it hurtled to its dramatic climax, where it was greeted with cheers and applause.

And it was at that moment that Mark and Jamie emerged from the house. "Hey," Mark teased with a slight bow, "no need for applause, guys, although I gotta admit we do make a hot couple."

Mike laughed, "The cheers were for Eddie who just finished treating us to his desert adventure on the way here – a story that I defy you to match. Although a cop and his boy must have some lurid stories of their own. I, er, I did get that right, didn't I – a man and his boy?"

Mark and Jamie looked at each other sputtering with laughter. "Who knows?" Mark laughed. "We sure don't. And who cares? How about fuck-buddies who would kill for a cocktail?"

"Coming right up, sir," said Larry. He went over to a side table in the shade and came back with a tray of cocktails and appetizers. He went round the table pouring their drink of choice with the flourish of an expert ... which by now he was.

"Wow, Larry," Hassan said, "that was pretty swift ... you've been practicing."

"I sure have, sir," Larry beamed. "Five nights a week at Mike's bar. You are looking at the assistant bartender – assistant to the owner, Mike."

"And lover of the owner too, don't forget that, kid," Mike chuckled. "Course, most of the guys who come in drink beer, but mixed drinks are getting more popular and Larry's becoming an expert. Plus he's real popular with the patrons. I suggested he take his shirt off when he's working the bar and that was a big hit with the guys. Great for business, sure, but the way they come on to him I sometimes wonder if it was such a good idea."

Mike winked at Larry but Mark had detected a wistful tone in his voice and exchanged a quick glance with Jamie.

"Anyway," Mike continued, "it won't be that way for much longer. We have big plans, eh Larry?"

Larry's eyes sparkled as he broke the news. "Well, guys, you remember I said when I first came to the house that I spent a lot of time back in St. Louis working on my motorcycle – before I had to sell it to come out here," he added, blushing. "I also worked on the bikes of some of the guys I knew and I got pretty good at it. When I came to L.A. Pablo was real impressed with what I knew about bikes."

They were all hanging on his words and Jamie said, "So ...?"

"So, most of the bar clients ride bikes and I've been doing maintenance and repairs on some of them. And ..." he grinned at Mike, "my man here has given me the seed money to buy an old run-down auto repair shop not far from the bar – you know in that warehouse district. It's just a small place and it needs a lot of work, but I know I can make a go of it. I'm gonna call it Larry's Bikes," he said proudly.

"Dude that is so cool," Jamie said enthusiastically. "I'd love to see it. Maybe after lunch you can take me round there and show me?" He glanced at Mark. "Unless you need me, Mark."

Mark grinned, "I'll need you later like I said, but not until the evening. You'll have plenty of time."

Mike was smiling proudly. "Like all you guys in the tribe I believe in giving my boy a challenge, an opportunity to better himself. I didn't want Larry to be a bartender all his life. This family already has one of those," he grinned. "And Hassan, from what I hear in some long talks I've had with Bob lately, he's gonna make changes in the tribe's domestic arrangement's that'll give your kid a real boost."

Eddie looked startled and turned questioningly to Hassan.

"Woops," Mike said. "Looks like I've spoken out of turn and put my hoof in my big mouth."

"That's OK, Mike," Hassan said. "Yeah, Bob did discuss his plans with me before we left and I was gonna break the news to Eddie when we're alone but I guess now is as good a time as any.

"You see, Eddie, Bob says it's wasteful for all the houses in the tribe to order their own supplies, there's a lot of duplication. So he has a plan to set up a wholesale purchasing system, and set up a kind of a central supply store that the houses can buy their supplies from much cheaper than they would separately. He's says it'll save everyone a ton of money.

"Bob says the natural guy to oversee the system would be the house manager Nate, but he was wondering if you, Eddie, as you're already Nate's assistant, could become the supervisor of the central storehouse. It's a big job, liaising with all the other houses, including Steve's house and the Grady House ..."

Jamie leapt in, "And you'd have to work closely with me, Eddie, setting up the accounting and bookkeeping." Jamie grinned. "Hell, we already proved we work pretty well with each other on the way here ... only this time it would be at a desk, not over the tailgate of a truck."

Eddie threw his arms round Hassan, knocking his drink over in the process. "Sir, thank you, sir. I can do it, I know I can do it. As a matter of fact Brandon and me were discussing the same kind of deal just the other day and, like I always say ..."

"Hey, kiddo," Hassan laughed, easing his boy off him, "I'm a soldier not an accountant. I don't know damn all about the books. So why don't you go off with Jamie and help Larry in the kitchen, and you can share your ideas with Jamie. After all, he's used to listening while you talk.

"Thank you, sir," Jamie chuckled, raising his eyebrows at Hassan. "OK, come on, junior – let me pick your brains. And maybe you'll even let me get a word or two in sideways."

The three of them went off to the kitchen with Eddie hopping excitedly, and Mike grinned at Mark and Hassan. "You are great with your guys. It's a big responsibility having a boy to look after and protect ... as I'm finding out." Again, that tone in his voice that made Mark uneasy.

Eddie of course couldn't stop talking – he was so excited by his big promotion it was too much to expect silence from him. As they all worked in the kitchen Jamie indulged him for a while but eventually said, "Eddie, Eddie ... stop talking for a minute. One thing you'll have to learn in this new venture is to listen to people, and learn."

"Yes, sir," Eddie said, slightly chastened but his wide eyes still sparkling.

"As I see it," Jamie said, "this will be a major project that will all turn on inventory – wholesale goods in and retail goods out, so we'll have to devise a sophisticated computer program to manage it. Bob will help us, of course, but mostly it will be you and me working closely together. And that means intense, uninterrupted work – no breaks every five minutes for fucking, sucking or anything else. You think you'll be able to control yourself?"

"Aye-aye, boss," Eddie beamed. Larry watched with a smile on his face as the authoritative Jamie talked patiently to Eddie who stared up at him adoringly.

It was a long time since that day Jamie and Larry had crashed into the tribe's L.A. house as belligerent skinheads. Over the years since then, under Mark's guidance and protection, Jamie had blossomed into a respected, self-confident senior boy, not to mention a gorgeous blond jock loved by the stunning police officer.

Larry's path had been more tortuous. He had first gone back to an abusive father in St. Louis before selling his motorbike and hitching to L.A. to find his old buddy Jamie. Larry had been saved by meeting Mike, the middle-aged bar owner from the desert. Against all odds they had fallen in love, and now here he was living with Mike as his lover and tending bar with him.

The beneficial influence of Mike showed itself now as Larry took charge of the kitchen and worked with Jamie and Eddie preparing lunch. They laughed a lot, urged on by the ebullient Eddie, and soon they were carrying the healthy lunch of salmon and spinach out to the men.

It was, as might be expected, a festive affair, given the news of Larry's new project setting up his bike repair shop, and Eddie's big promotion at home. Also fresh in their minds was Eddie's colorfully exaggerated tale of being "fucked naked on a truck in the middle of the desert by a hot blond muscle-jock."

Also hanging in the air was the general knowledge that the soldier and the cop would later keep their rendezvous out in Hassan's small, isolated house where they would re-enact the trauma of their first wartime meeting so many years ago.

It was obvious as the meal drew to a close that Larry was longing to take his pal Jamie over to the warehouse district to show off the space where he would set up his business. As the party broke up and before the two boys left Mark pulled Jamie aside for a short, rather delicate talk.

"Jamie, you and Larry had a rocky start, I know, but you are now good buddies and he looks up to you as a role model. I'm sure you tell each other everything so I want you, very carefully, to check something out."

"I think I know what you're gonna say, sir," Jamie said, lapsing into the automatic `sir'. I saw your look when Mike talked about all the bar customers coming on to Larry, and then later when Larry said Mike had put up the money for his new business."

"Nothing much gets past you does it?" Mark grinned with more than a hint of pride. "Look, I'll level with you. Whenever a well-off, successful middle-aged guy like Mike takes a young guy under his wing, people automatically suspect that the boy might be taking the older guy for a ride, especially a boy with Larry's bad-boy history. You know, just in it for the money."

Jamie opened his mouth to protest but Mark said, "Now I don't believe for a minute that that's the case with Larry ... I think the two guys are genuinely in love, but I still sense that Mike may have a trace of uneasiness about the whole thing. So ..." Mark hesitated awkwardly ...

"Sir, I know what you mean and I know what you want me to do. While I'm chatting with Larry you want me to, kind of, check out discreetly what his real feelings are. Trust me, I know Larry well, I know how he thinks, and I'll be able to put your mind at rest so you can reassure Mike. It's all real delicate `cos you always tell me never to get involved in another guys' private relationships, but we're doing this because we love Mike, and he trusts you completely."

"Jamie you keep surprising me. You are one hell of a guy ... and I'm really putting you to work this trip, ain't I?" he grinned. "First you discipline the kid on the truck, then I want you to play top-man and fuck the cop who always fucks you – which was sensational, by the way. Next I ask you to sound out Larry, and later today comes the biggest task when I take you out to Hassan's basement dungeon where he'll be waiting for me."

"Man," Jamie said with a broad smile on his handsome, tanned face, "those are not tasks ... I love doing stuff for you. And as for fucking the cop, hell, you've opened a Pandora's Box there, buddy. From now on, your ass is grass."

"Oh yeah? We'll see about that, kiddo. You don't mess around with law enforcement – especially a cop who's got a love affair going with your ass. Now get the hell out of here and work your magic on that hot buddy of yours."

In Larry's truck there was a warm `together-again' feeling between the two young men – the blond surfer and the dark, swarthy young mechanic. They had been through a lot together ... first, out-of-control skinheads running loose, then estranged for a long while until their hostile confrontation when Larry suddenly returned to L.A.

But in the months since then their early, boyish friendship had resurfaced in a different form – an easy, respectful companionship between two fast-maturing young guys. After sharing so many hard times together in the past they had become real close, and had eventually indulged the lust for each other that had always simmered deep inside them and had finally surfaced.

After they had made their peace they at long last had had sex. Jamie fucked Larry, who had asked afterwards, "That wasn't just a one-off though, was it Jamie?" To which Jamie had replied, "Hell no, from now on we're fuck buddies as well as friends, dude. Only next time you're on top." (That was something that hadn't happened yet.)

And now, in the truck, Jamie looked over at Larry behind the wheel and remarked on his new rugged look. "So you're going for the stubble-jaw look these days eh dude? What is that, ten days' growth? Looks great on you, real sexy. I bet Mike loves it."

"Mike loves everything about me, and me about him. We're crazy about each other, Jamie, close as a hand in a glove," then he mumbled, "despite what some others guys think." His voice had grown somber and he suddenly pulled off to the side of the road and stopped.

He threw his arm over the seat behind Jamie and turned to face him. "Jamie, we're pals now aren't we? I mean, like, buddies who tell each other everything? `Cos there's something I wanna say that I can't say to anyone else, and then I'm gonna ask you to do something for me."

"Sure we are, Larry," Jamie said, not sure where this was going. "What's on your mind, dude?"

"It's me and Mike. Like I said, we're crazy in love with each other but a lot of the guys out here don't believe it. They think I'm just a gold-digger, hustling him. They can't believe that a guy like me in his early twenties could love an older guy just for himself – especially a guy with plenty of money who gives me a chunk of it to start my business. And the worst part is ... I think sometimes they poison Mike's mind and make him wonder if they're right.

"I mean, did you catch that little thing in his voice when he said the bar customers come on to me? Well of course they do, and I flirt with them. Show me a bartender who doesn't flirt – it's good for business, good for tips. But of course I'd never do anything with them and be unfaithful to Mike. And it was Mike himself who suggested I take my shirt off behind the bar, like a lot of bartenders do in leather bars.

"I'm sure Mike loves me, and I'm pretty sure he trusts me that I love him. But hell, Jamie, it really hurts when other guys talk like that. I can see the suspicion in their eyes. Jamie, when we used to run together you could always tell when I was lying. I bullshitted you a lot in those days but you could always see through my bullshit. So please tell me, dude, do you think I'm telling you the truth now? Do you ... honestly?"

Jamie gazed into his friend's trouble eyes and saw the gleam of truth in them. "I do, Larry. Like you said, there was a time way back when you were full of shit and I always laughed `cos I knew. But I know you're telling the truth now. Besides, I've watched you and Mike together and that clinches it ... it's a match made in heaven, kiddo."

Tears came to Larry's eyes. "Thank you, buddy, that means everything to me. And can you somehow ... kinda tactfully of course ... let Mark know how you feel and he'll tell Mike?"

"Of course I will," Jamie chuckled. "As a matter of fact ... no, never mind ..."

"Never mind what, dude?" He looked into Jamie's twinkling eyes. "Hey, did Mark ask you to sound me out about this? Did he?"

"Larry, it was only `cos he loves Mike and he loves you two together that ..."

"Oh, I don't care, dude, I'm glad he did. I want everything out in the open. Phew, that's a whole load off my mind." Larry started the truck and drove back on the road. "Hey, we're almost there. I can't wait for you to see it – my new workshop. Don't expect too much though. The previous guys left it in a mess so there's a lot of cleanup to do. Just as well we changed into jeans and boots."

On the outskirts of the warehouse district the first thing Jamie saw was a big dumpster outside a small, unassuming garage-size structure shuttered behind a roll-down door. There was an old peeling sign that said Auto Repa.., the last two letters having long since fallen off. Larry jumped out of the truck, crouched down to unlock the padlock and rolled the door up.

It was a bit gloomy inside, and when Larry switched on the light Jamie saw all the trash strewn around – old oil drums, pulley chains hanging from the ceiling, pieces of greasy rope and a big workbench in the middle. The floor and the bench were slick with oil, left over from the past.

"Come through here," Larry said eagerly and led the way through a door in the back to a small office, equally shabby and strewn with trash, a small metal desk and two chairs, all of it lit with the pallid light from a filthy window. Larry went to an old safe that was hanging open and pulled out two bottles of beer.

"Take a pew, sir," Larry said. "You're my first customer. I was saving these to celebrate my grand opening ... well, not so grand maybe, but this is it. He gave a beer to Jamie and they clinked bottles. They sat down, Larry behind the desk like the owner, and Jamie in the visitor's chair facing him. "Well, whad'ya think dude? It ain't much but it's home," he laughed, "or it'll be my daytime home when the business gets off the ground."

Larry took a swig of beer and looked at Jamie eagerly across the desk. "I got it all worked out, Jamie. I scoped out the competition – and there ain't any. As you saw there are a few small auto shops – you know, mufflers, tires, oil-change and lube. But nothing for motorcycles. The guys at the bar told me they have to go out to Indo to get their bikes serviced, thirty miles away. That's why I've already worked on some of their bikes. And when I get this place cleaned up I'm off to the races. It'll go like gangbusters."

Seeing the youthful enthusiasm burning in his buddy moved Jamie almost to tears. He smiled and said, "I think it's really a grand opening, buddy, and I know you'll make a success of it, and Mike will be real proud of you. And fuck all those other guys and their jealous gossip. You'll wipe the suspicious grins off their faces when you're pulling in the big bucks."

"I know," Larry laughed. "I rented a dumpster already, as you saw, and I was gonna make a start on cleanup, but when Mike said you guys were coming to stay I put it off till you're gone."

"No," Jamie protested, "don't put it off till we leave, dude. I'll help you make a start right now."

"Really, dude?" Larry beamed in surprise. "You'd really help me with that? It's a filthy rotten job and we'd get all messed up. And you with that squeaky clean surfer thing you've going like you just walked out of the waves ..."

"Ah, don't let the surfer vibe fool you, buddy. I've got my hands dirty before. I'll just take my shirt off so it's not ruined. OK, where do we start?"

They both pulled off their shirts and left them in the office while they went back to the workshop to face the daunting task, both of them stripped to the waist in jeans and boots. "Let's pile as much of this crap as we can in the dumpster," Larry said, "so we can see what the place is gonna look like. We'll start with these oil drums ... they've still got some oil and crap in them.

And so the filthy job started. It would have been demoralizing work for a lot of guys but these two enjoyed each other's company so much, and they laughed such a lot, that the whole thing was fun. And they didn't mind getting dirty ... or oily, which happened fast. As a matter of fact that was a big part of the fun.

They manhandled one of the oil drums outside and heaved it into the dumpster. That cleared some space so they could tackle the other trash, and pretty soon their faces and bodies were streaked with dirt, grease and sweat. They worked hard together, and an hour went by without their even noticing it.

And far from feeling tired, the tough manual labor pumped them up – in body and attitude, two greasy mechanics working together. At one point Larry pulled on the chains hanging from the ceiling, parts of an old hoist that had been there. "Help me with this dude. See if we can just tug them down so we don't have to climb up there.

Jamie came up to him and, face to face, chest to chest, they heaved on the two chains. "On a count of three, dude ... OK pull." The beams in the roof groaned but the chains held fast. They tried a few more times and then paused to catch their breath. Holding onto the chains, their arms upstretched, they were pressed against each other, faces close, sweat pouring off them.

Jamie found himself gazing into Larry's brown eyes, and felt his cock stiffen. He realized the bulges in their jeans were pressed against each other and he reflexively pulled back. But they had both felt a moment of lust which they tried to shake off. "Work to do, buddy," Larry said. "OK, one last try."

They yanked harder, their bodies grinding together again, but the chains wouldn't budge and finally they gave up. Their heads fell forward on each other's shoulders, so they were cheek to cheek, breathing in the smell of sweat and grease. Again that sudden jolt that they tried to ignore and they pulled apart.

Larry broke the uneasy silence by saying, "Let's tackle that last oil drum in the corner there. Looks like a heavy motherfucker. They tried to slide it across the floor but it was too heavy, even for these muscular young jocks. "Gotta roll it," Jamie grunted. He tilted the top toward him so they could roll it but the floor was so greasy that the bottom slid out from under it, the balance was lost and the drum fell.

In a last-ditch effort to save it Jamie reached forward but he too slipped and fell to the floor. He expertly cushioned the fall so he was uninjured, but he lay face down on the floor with oil swimming round him. He turned over on his back, propped himself on his elbows and looked up at Larry. The two filthy shirtless buddies started to laugh – laughter that broke the logjam of lust that had been locked by inhibitions that now suddenly vanished.

"Man," Larry panted, "I have never seen you looking like that, dude, lying on your back in those filthy jeans, that gorgeous half-naked body smothered in oil and sweat, that handsome face and blond hair streaked with black grease. That is so goddam fucking hot, boy."

Larry dropped to his knees astride Jamie's chest and cupped his hands round the bulge in his own jeans. "See this? See what you're doing to me? He lowered his butt onto Jamie's swollen crotch and grinned, "You too, eh, big guy? Damn, you turn me on."

He reached forward and twisted Jamie's nipples in his fingertips, and Jamie rose to the challenge by doing the same. Larry grinned. "Remember that time you fucked my ass, dude, what you said afterwards? `From now on we're fuck buddies as well as friends – only next time you're on top, Larry'." Were you bullshitting me, Jamie, or did you mean it?

"Hell yes I meant it. If you're man enough that is ... OK, stud, let's see what you got."

"If I'm man enough?!" Larry scoffed. "Boy, you sure are pushing all the right buttons. OK, you asked for it, stud, so I better do this thing right. Let's see here ..." He saw a couple of short oily ropes lying on the ground. He grabbed them, leaned forward, and quickly tied one on each of Jamie's wrists.

He leapt to his feet and pulled Jamie up too. He clawed his fingers lightly across Jamie's oil-soaked chest making lines in the oil, then did the same across his greasy cheeks. He stood back and stared at his buddy in awe.

"I've heard you guys in the tribe get into some pretty hot fantasies but I bet they've never seen one like this. Picture it, dude ... two young shirtless mechanics working together in an old greasy workshop get real stoked from all that physical labor and get the hots for each other. They challenge each other and one ends up on top. Let's see, what would he do to his buddy?"

With a malicious grin he grabbed one of Jamie's wrists pulled it up high and tied the rope to the end of the one of the chains they had been working on. He quickly tied the other wrist to the second chain and stepped back to admire his work.

"Shit damn." He ran his greasy fingers through his own thick mop of black hair. "Dude, that is the hottest, most pornographic sight I have ever seen ... a muscular blond mechanic, stripped to the waist in greasy jeans and boots, arms stretched up, chained in the middle of the workshop, his chest covered in oil with what looks like whip marks across it. Man, I gotta get this on video so me and Mike can jerk each other off watching it later.

Larry wiped his hands on a rag, pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket and began filming his buddy. "Come on, stud. Give us a show."

Jamie pulled on the chains as if trying to get free and his body writhed, muscles flexing, face grimacing as if in pain. Larry set the phone up on a nearby shelf, making sure it would capture the whole scene. Then he picked up one of the many broken rubber fan belts that littered the floor. "Let's see how you take this, big guy." Larry lightly, ritualistically lashed Jamie's chest with the rubber belt, leaving real whip marks this time across his oil-streaked chest.

Then he hung the belt loosely round Jamie's neck, stood back and shook his head. "Dude, you have no idea how hot this looks – a chained mechanic – straight out of a porn movie, only better than any porn flick I've ever seen."

Of course, Larry wasn't the only one getting off on the scene. Jamie too was seeing his old buddy in a new light. He had obviously been working out since he came to Mike's and his body was pretty ripped – defined pecs, biceps, six-pack abs, slim waist.

But it wasn't just that. It was the whole look, with his angular features, dark stubble jaw and shock of curly black hair. And he too was filthy with oil, sweat and grease like a homoerotic fantasy of a mechanic ... hell, he was a real mechanic, this is kind of how he would look when he was working, and Jamie could easily imagine that he was his prisoner in the workshop.

Larry came close and ran his fingers over Jamie's face and neck, then grabbed the end of the belt round it and pulled his face toward him. "You know what happens next, dude. Something I've never done before, though I realize I've secretly wanted to for years. But I was too in awe of you, which is why I let you fuck me."

His voice became harsh. "But not anymore, buddy. Look at you, not so high and mighty now. You're a fucking mess, chained up in the garage and at the mercy of your mechanic buddy."

He slid the belt from around Jamie's neck and again whipped his chest, harder this time but not causing real pain. So what's it to be, man? I can lash your bare chest with this belt or fuck your ass. Your choice. Damn you look so fucking gorgeous like that I wanna hear you beg."

The whipping became more intense and soon the chained jock's muscular body was writhing under the lash and he was shouting, "OK, I give up, I can't take anymore. Don't whip me. Fuck me ... shove your dick up my ass ... please, I beg you, sir ... fuck my ass."

Larry threw down the belt and adjusted his camera phone to make sure it caught everything. Sensing that this video would go viral within the tribe Jamie acted up a storm, more begging and pleading, his body thrashing helplessly until it slumped, sagging in the chains.

Blown away, Larry gazed at his fantasy of the chained blond mechanic, then cupped Jamie's chin in his hand and smiled into his eyes. "Awesome, dude. Totally fucking awesome." He kissed his lips hungrily, then pulled back and asked, "Seriously, dude, you really want it? You want me to fuck that blond jock I've always admired so much?"

"You know I do, you fucker," Jamie grinned. "Enough of the foreplay. Quit fooling around and give it to me up the butt."

Larry ripped open Jamie's filthy jeans and let them drop round his ankles. His dick shot out hard as steel and Larry said, "Wow, you really get off on this stuff, don't you, man?" He dropped to his knees and took the whole rod in his mouth, sucking it hard and tasting the pre-cum oozing from it.

"Fuck you man," Jamie groaned, "you're gonna make me cum. I'm so fucking close."

"Can't have that," Larry grinned, jumping to his feet and going behind him. "Shit damn look at that gorgeous fucking butt. I know it belongs to a cop but in here I'm the boss. You wanna work in here you gotta get initiated by the boss ... like this." He pushed his long hard cock between Jamie's ass cheeks and deep inside.

"Aaah ... fucking hell, man," Jamie groaned as his buddy's cock drove into his ass for the first time. The cock and ass were already so well lubricated with sweat and grease that Jamie felt no pain, only a flash of ecstasy that flamed from his ass through his whole body. Reflexively the shirtless jock pulled at the chains above him, his muscles flexing and straining as the mechanic's shaft began pounding his ass.

Larry had often fantasized about this moment, the moment he would be inside the blond stud he had always admired and secretly always lusted for. So he fucked ass for as long as he could hold back his orgasm, but his cock felt so good in the cauldron of his buddy's ass that he almost lost his load in it. So he paused, with his cock deep inside. He pressed against Jamie's back, reached round and cupped his hands over the mounds of his chest.

"Jamie, you feel so fucking good, dude. I love you, buddy. I love this, being inside you for the first time – better than I ever fantasized. But your ass is so damn hot I'm gonna cum soon, and when I do I wanna be looking at that handsome mug of yours."

He reached up and untied Jamie's wrists from the chains above. Jamie struggled with half-hearted resistance as he was manhandled to the end of the workbench. Larry pushed him back on it and grinned down at the grimy, naked, blond jock, lying on his back on the oily bench, his ass hanging over the edge, his pants still round his feet.

"Shit that looks hot," Larry said and he again adjusted the phone camera on the shelf. "As Darius would say, this is one for `prosperity'." He came close, grabbed Jamie's legs and pushed them up high and grinned, "So get ready for the big finish, dude."

Jamie's legs hung over Larry's shoulders, his jeans and boots resting against Larry's back as he leaned forward and pressed his palms on Jamie's chest. "You've never looked sexier than you do now, you fucking grease monkey. Hell, one day I'll chain you up here and tip off a police officer pal of mine named Mark that there's a blond mechanic chained up naked in my workshop who needs his ass worked over by a cop. Jamie inhaled sharply and his cock jolted as he pictured the scene.

"But right now," Larry said, "I gotta get my rocks off, and there's only one way to do that. He pressed down harder on Jamie's chest. "I'll always remember this was the first job I did on my workbench and whenever I get horny at work I'll beat my meat and cum all over the table picturing you on it like you are now."

Jamie reached up and grabbed Larry loosely round his throat with both hands as a token act of defense. "So that's the way you wanna play it, eh stud?" Larry growled as he reached forward and curled both hands lightly round Jamie's neck.

With their sharp instinct for macho fantasy they both saw clearly how this would play to the boys watching the video later. Two greasy mechanics working shirtless in the dim workshop, one a swarthy, stubbled stud with thick dark hair, the other a muscular blond, both of them smothered in oil and sweat. They have an argument and fight. The blond loses and gets chained up, whipped and butt-fucked by his buddy, with stripes across his chest.

Once he's free they struggle again and the blond is forced back on the bench, both of them with their hands round each other's throat. They are evenly matched trying to choke each other until suddenly the blond guy screams as the swarthy mechanic rams his dick up his ass.

Which is what was happening now, the fantasy becoming reality as the blond goes down to defeat. "You feel that, asshole?" Larry sneered. "You feel my rod in your ass? You can't take it, big guy, you're finished. I am the best, and you're nothing. I wanna hear you scream, muscleboy, I wanna hear you submit."

They were now both consumed by the homoerotic fantasy as Larry's cock pistoned inside the struggling blond's ass. When they glared at each other they saw, not their buddy, but the ferocious expression of a rival mechanic in a fight in their grimy workshop.

But the dark-haired one had the upper hand and the blond knew it as the fingers tightened round his throat and the shaft jackhammered his ass. He grabbed the dark guy's wrists trying desperately to pull his hands off his throat, but it was hopeless.

"Give up!" Larry yelled, `or I'll fucking rip your ass ... like this!" He drove his cock in deep, over the inner sphincter and Jamie screamed, "OK ... OK ... I give up, you win ... I submit. Finish me off, man ... aaagh ... I'm begging you ... no more ... I submit, sir."

"Show me, mother-fucker. Show me you surrender to me. Do it ... now!" He squeezed his hands round Jamie's throat who struggled and screamed as his cock erupted in bursts of semen that blasted out over his chest and up to his face, mixing with the sweat and oil.

Larry looked down at the pornographic spectacle of the beaten blond mechanic busting his wad all over himself. He yelled, "Man you are fucking awesome ... fuck ... here it comes ... I love you, man ... aaah!"

Jamie jolted as he felt the explosion in his ass, felt Larry's hot pent-up semen pumping inside him. Larry stared down in disbelief, then pulled out, pointed his cock at his buddy's face and splashed the remains of his sperm down on it. He watched it stream down his face with the sweat and grease, then suddenly turned round and paced the room, pressing both hands against his head and groaning, "Shit, damn ... fucking incredible. Man that was unbelievable."

Snapping back to reality he ran back to Jamie and said urgently, "You OK, dude, did I hurt you? Tell me you're alright ... you were so fucking gorgeous I kinda got carried away. Please forgive me, dude ... I love you ... I didn't mean ..."

"Hey, shut the fuck up, will ya?" Jamie flashed a gleaming smile. "Nothing to apologize for, stud. That was an amazing fucking scene. Man we gotta do this again soon. What a fantasy! And what you said about calling your buddy the cop to come and ... Hell, boy, you really know how to play. Now just help me up from the damn table will ya?"

Larry pulled him up and into his arms for a long tight hug. "Hey," Jamie said, "you think you got it all on camera?" Larry pulled away, went to his phone and replayed part of it. "Shit damn, I sure did, dude. Hell I could jack off watching it right now."

"Cool it, dude," Jamie grinned. "Playtime's over. I gotta get back to Mark – he has something for me to do." He chuckled. "Love your place, dude. Guess we christened it good. Maybe I'll bring one of Mark's bikes over to get worked on. I hear there's a hot mechanic works here."

"You betcha, and bikes ain't the only things he works on. You know where to find me, pardner."

Their arrival back at the house caused quite a stir as they walked in filthy with grease, sweat and cum. Eddie was blown away and, for once, lost for words. Larry went straight to Mike who grinned, "Looks like you've been working in your shop, boy. You have a good time?"

"Incredible, sir," Larry laughed. "And I've got proof right here." He held up his phone and Eddie yelled, "A porn flick! Awesome, dude. Can we watch it now?"

Mike agreed but Mark said. "Er, I have to take Jamie away for a while. Hassan went to his house out in the dunes a while ago and he's waiting for me. I'm taking you with me, Jamie."

"OK, sir, just let me get cleaned up."

But when they went to their room Mark said, "Jamie, you look fucking gorgeous like that and don't you dare get cleaned up. You're perfect the way you are, grease and all – especially the grease. He stared at Jamie, stripped to the waist in jeans, his body and face streaked with oil, sweat and dry cum. "Man, that's hot – it's just what we need. Come on, buddy, let's go."

Half an hour later they were bumping over the sandy track to Hassan's small, isolated house standing forlorn in the remote desert. The only sign of life was Hassan's jeep parked outside.

Before they got out of the truck Mark said, "Jamie, you know what Hassan and I do out here, of course. Hassan can never get over the way he abused me all those years ago in the Arab war when he had to interrogate me, an enemy solider. You know how he broods, and he's still racked with guilt. I've told him that was another time and place, but he still blames himself and this is his way of making amends – by placing himself in the same predicament he once put me.

"But I think it's time we resolved the issue once and for all, which is why I brought you. Just follow my lead." They went into the house and down the stairs to the basement. "Wait here a minute till I call for you, buddy."

Mark went through the door and there, sure enough, was the swarthy Marine, a muscular Arab soldier in combat gear – military fatigues, boots and a khaki tank stretched over his powerful chest. As expected, he was chained to a beam in the center of the room – waiting for Mark.

Mark walked up to him and they gazed at each other, seeing in each other's eyes that long-ago scene on the desert dungeon where their roles had been reversed. But this time Mark did not follow the same script. He had become so close to Hassan that he felt it was time to close the book on that chapter.

He stroked Hassan's sculpted, olive-hued face and said softly. "Buddy, I love you, you know that. I know what you want, what you feel you deserve. But, man, you've been purging your guilt long enough. There is another way ..."

Mark looked at the door and said, "OK, buddy." Confused, Hassan looked across the room and narrowed his eyes. In the shadows of the doorway stood a muscular young blond, shirtless in jeans and boots, his body and face smeared with what looked like grease and dirt, the image of one of the tough young soldiers Hassan had seen often in the grueling heat of combat.

"Hassan," Mark said. "This is my buddy. He's gonna join us today."

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 363

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