A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 372 By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 372 – "THE COP GETS TOUGH – THE DOC GETS ROUGH"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

1. The hot cop Mark teaches his excited surfer boy Jamie a lesson. "See, stud, I'm a police officer and you're just a kid who wants to get fucked by a cop. But first you gotta prove you're worthy even to lick my damn boots." 2) The rugged Latino Miguel gets therapy from handsome Dr. Steve. "Forget I'm your doctor – simply a guy you just met. Man, there's only one thing I would do to muscle-stud like you."

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

The tribe's tough leader Randy had roiled the group in turmoil with his intense sexual infatuation with the new arrival to the clan, Miguel. The macho Hispanic had been drawn to the sexual magnetism of the hypnotic gypsy, unaware of the complex web of relationships in the tribe.

First of these was the passionate love affair between Randy and Bob. The police officer Mark was also in love with Bob. And Randy's best buddy, the black construction boss Zack, was the one who had brought his new man Miguel to the tribe and now felt betrayed by them both. So conflict and recriminations were inevitable and now it was time to comb through the wreckage.

Randy's wounded lover Bob had sought comfort in the arms of the cop Mark, but they both knew that there was still a long way to go, many hills to climb before any semblance of normalcy returned to the tribe. Bob called Mark's boy Jamie to see if he knew what was going on.

"I sure do, sir. You know that Darius followed Zack and Miguel over to Zack's house. Well he called me later and said there had been a big row but he and Pablo set up some kind of wild leather bondage scene and, well, long story short, the crazy thing worked and Darius, Zack and Miguel are all hunky dory – tighter than ever. Right now they're holed up in Zack's place."

"And, er, what about Randy?"

"Oh Pablo took care of that, sir. Even though he was the one who punished Randy so bad, he went to him later and they seem to have patched things up. I saw them leaving together and I'm guessing they were headed for the construction site where they'll take refuge in hard work like Randy always does when the shit hits the fan. So things have calmed down a bit, but it's still a bit iffy. Like, I wouldn't want Miguel or Zack to come face to face with Randy anytime soon."

Bob agreed and phoned Doctor Steve, Randy's brother and therapist to the tribe, and told him where things stood. "So, thanks to Darius, Zack and Miguel have buried the hatchet – and not in each other's back, I'm happy to say. But we're a bit concerned about where they go from here. They can't stay cooped up in Zack's house for the rest of Miguel's stay in L.A."

"Hmm, you're right Bob," Steve said pensively. "But you've given me an idea. Leave it with me – I'll call Zack right now."

Zack, Darius and Miguel listened to Steve on speaker phone. "I'm pleased to hear that things are back on track for you three – quite the little family. But I think it's essential that, for now, you put some distance between you and the tribe. Another confrontation could light the spark of another brush fire as bad as the last."

"I agree, Steve," Zack said, "but Miguel has almost a week left of his vacation and I don't want him to high-tail back down to his hotel. We've still got some healing to do."

"Right, so do it up here," Steve said. "Listen, this evening Hassan is bringing his boy Eddie up from his guest house on the property here for dinner. So Lloyd and I would like to invite you three too. And if things go well, stay the rest of the week with us – we have plenty of room. It would be like a mini-vacation for you all, give you a chance to shake off all the dust and ashes of this miserable business." The three men looked at each other and nodded enthusiastically.

"Miguel," Steve continued, "you didn't really meet our macho Marine Hassan at brunch today – you were being monopolized by Randy. But he's a great guy, a tough alpha male like yourself and built like a brick shithouse. And you'll love his boy Eddie," Steve chuckled, "if you can get a word in sideways. But Darius can keep a check on the kid – Eddie looks on Darius as his hero.

"Plus we have Tommy, our house manager here, to take care of us – of course you know him a little from when he worked at your hotel. Lloyd is all for it. Apart from anything else he is addicted to hot-looking men – and he himself ain't exactly chopped liver. That's why he's my lover. So what do you say, guys?"

"Steve that's a real generous offer," Zack said. "After what's gone down in the last day or two, a week in a grand house in the Hollywood Hills would be just what the doctor ordered."

"Well, it's what Doctor Steve has ordered," Steve chuckled. "OK, see you guys this evening – cocktails around seven – dress casual – real casual."

When Steve called Bob back and told him of the arrangements, Bob was still with Mark and breathed a sigh of relief. "Phew, things are turning out better than I could have hoped, Mark. I think that covers all the bases for now. I gotta go see the twins, thank them for everything they did today and keep them up to date. I know they're worried about me and missing me."

He looked intently at Mark. "And, er, Mark ... what about Jamie? He's the only one who's left all alone, and probably thinks he's gonna spend the night alone too, as you're up here with me."

"Jesus, Bob, you're right. What am I thinking – neglecting my beautiful boy like that? Damn, he's been true blue though all this bullshit and that's how I thank him. Bob, I gotta go to him, think of a way to make it up to him."

"Yes, you should. And while you're at it, you can take your cop uniform back down there with you." He indicated the uniform hanging over a chair, the boots beside it on the floor. "It's been here ever since you came directly up here after your last shift and changed your clothes here."

"Yeah, sure, buddy." Mark picked up the uniform, then paused and smiled. "That's it, of course! Man, I know exactly how to make it up to my hot surfer boy – what he loves best in the world."

As Bob had guessed, at that moment Jamie was downstairs in the apartment he shared with Mark, wearing his usual unlaced sneakers, surfer trunks and a loose faded tank top over his golden-tanned torso. He was feeling solitary, prepared to spend the night alone, but he didn't feel sorry for himself. He knew how Bob must be hurting and did not resent Mark spending time with him, comforting him.

As for the other boys in their little conspiracy, Jamie was pleased things had worked out for them too. Darius was reunited with Zack and Miguel; Pablo was back with his dad, his hero Randy; and the twins ... well the twins had each other as always, and were probably even now working happily in the kitchen – or were in bed making love.

Yeah, all in all things had worked out pretty good. Jamie sighed and thought of Mark. With everything that had gone on he hadn't had sex with his handsome police officer for a couple of days. He missed him like mad but realized Mark had other more important things to do. With a clear image of the Greek God cop in his mind he stroked his cock though his surfer trunks and pinched his nipple with the other hand.

He wanted to jerk off fantasizing about Mark but saved it for later in bed. Besides, he had brought some paperwork across from the office that he intended to work on to pass the time before bed. So, with another sigh, he sat at his desk, opened the folder and looked down at the spreadsheet he was working on, his tousled blond hair falling over his brow.

He became so engrossed in his work that he was startled when the door opened. He whirled round and saw the figure of the police officer in full uniform – a black shirt, short sleeves pushed back over his biceps, with a white triangle of T-shirt at the neck. His black serge uniform pants with a silver stripe down the sides were tucked into high shiny black motorcycle boots.

Standing in the doorway, legs apart, backlit by the setting sun, the handsome blond cop looked like he had stepped from the pages of a homoerotic magazine.

"What the fuck?" the cop barked. "What the hell do you think you're doing, boy? You know how I want you every evening when I come in. Naked, on the bed – now!"

"Yes, sir," Jamie gasped. "I'm sorry, sir ... I didn't know you'd be ... sorry sir." Mark watched as the young surfer jock jumped to his feet, kicked off his sneakers, yanked off his tank-top, and dropped his board shorts. Naked, his golden tan set off by the tan lines at his flawless white ass, he threw himself on his back on the bed and pulled his legs back, offering his ass.

His heart was pounding with excitement and his rigid cock was already oozing pre-cum as he stared at the rugged, muscular cop walking toward him, stroking the bulge in his uniform pants and growling, "Looks like I've gotta teach you a lesson, boy ..."

************************ CHAPTER 372 **************************

Jamie had intended to jerk off in bed later fantasizing about the uniformed police officer, but now the fantasy had come alive. The Greek-God cop was right there, walking toward him.

It had always been a ritual between master and boy that whenever the cop got home after his shift, hot and horny from patrolling the city with his bike throbbing between his legs for eight hours, his surfer-boy Jamie would be waiting for him, naked on the bed.

Over the years, as Jamie had matured, their intense master/boy relationship had matured also into a union of equals – two beautiful men, separated only by age, in a man-on-man love affair. One of the few times that Jamie still felt like Mark's obedient boy was when the master demanded that he be waiting for him, buck naked, offering his ass – as he was now.

Mark thrilled the young jock by assuming the authoritarian tone of a police officer who demanded obedience and respect. "You know the rule, boy. When I get home I need to fuck and I expect you to be waiting for me. `Course, if your work over there is more important than me, I can always go outside and get my rocks off in the ass of one of the other boys."

"No, sir, please. I'm your boy, sir. I'm here. I just didn't expect you to come in when ..."

"Are you giving me excuses, boy?" the cop barked.

"No, sir, no ... I'm sorry, sir, no excuses." He stared up at the cop stroking the bulge in his pants. "It's just that I need to feel your rod on my ass, officer. I want it so bad. Please fuck my ass, sir. Look, here it is, sir."

Jamie pulled his legs back farther and the white ass cheeks were on full display. Mark looked down at the glorious sight of the naked, tanned surfer, tousled blond hair falling over his handsome face, muscles flexed in anticipation, begging to get fucked in the ass. It was Jamie at his most beautiful, his most sexy, and Mark's body seethed with desire under his uniform.

Standing at the foot of the bed he unzipped his pants, pulled out his iron-hard cock and stroked it slowly in his fist. "This what you want, boy?" he growled. "This what you want in your ass?"

"Yes please, sir."

But Mark shook his head. "Nah, you weren't ready for me, boy. You disobeyed me. So like I said, I gotta teach you a lesson. This time you gotta earn it." Mark turned away, pulled a beer from the small fridge, then sprawled in the armchair opposite the bed. "Stand up, boy."

Jamie jumped to his feet and stood by the bed facing Mark across the room. Mark was taking his time, getting comfortable, undoing several buttons of his shirt so it fell open and displayed more of the white T-shirt stretched over his pecs. He stared at Jamie appraisingly, taking a long gulp of beer and stroking his cock lazily with his free hand.

"OK, surfer boy. Work for it. Show me what you got."

Facing Mark buck naked, his cock standing straight out like a pole, Jamie flexed his muscles in a few bodybuilder poses while Mark watched. "Hmm, not bad. Turn round."

Jamie turned his back to him, flared his back and flexed his ass muscles. Mark momentarily took his hand off his cock, fearing he would cum as he stared at the perfect white globes of the boy's ass, contrasting with his golden tan at the sharp tan lines above and below the cheeks.

Stifling a gasp Mark said, "OK, face me." Jamie turned round and Mark took another slow slug of beer. "You're a hot young jock, pretty damn confident of your looks. But you gotta prove you're worth me fucking you. You gotta prove how bad you want it, boy. On your knees."

Jamie obeyed. "See, stud, I'm a police officer and you're just a kid who wants to get fucked by a cop. So you gotta show me you respect my authority, respect this badge. You look like an arrogant young buck but I'm so far above you, boy, that you gotta prove you're worthy even to lick my fucking boots."

Jamie shivered with excitement, knowing exactly what he had to do. He fell down on his stomach, pressed his chest to the floor and started to crawl. Slowly he dragged himself across the carpet and, as his legs moved his ass flexed, accentuating the dimples in the cheeks. Again Mark stopped touching his cock, he was so incredibly turned on by the sight of this hot surfer-jock debasing himself as he crawled slowly forward.

At last Jaime reached forward, grabbed the cop's boot and pulled himself forward until his face was over the foot. He licked the shiny black leather, first the foot then slowly all the way up the high boot. At the top he raised his head and stared up at the long cock hanging down just inches from his face. He extended his tongue, trying to taste the pre-cum dripping from the head of the cock.

"You want this, surfer boy?" the officer growled. "You wanna know what a cop's dick tastes like?"

"Yes please, sir," Jamie pleaded.

"OK, boy, go for it." Jamie raised himself higher, licked the solid head of the cock, then swallowed the whole length to the back of his throat without gagging. His heart pounding, he went to work on the thick shaft, gulping, sucking, clamping his throat round it, feeling the police officer's cock throb in his mouth.

He had brought Mark to the edge of his climax when he ordered, "OK, back off, kid. Get back on the bed and assume the position." Jamie scrambled to obey and in seconds he was lying back on the bed as before, pulling his legs back and offering his ass.

Mark took one last leisurely slug of beer, then stood up and stood four feet from the end of the bed looking down at the naked surfer gazing pleadingly up at him. Mark stroked his dick a few more times, then slowly unbuttoned the rest of his black shirt and pulled it out from the heavy belt round his waist. It hung open, he shrugged it off and Jamie gasped.

The handsome, sculpted cop stood there in uniform pants, leather boots and just his white T-shirt stretched over his muscular torso, with wisps of blond chest hair showing above the neck and the short sleeves pushed back from the bulging biceps, patches of sweat under his armpits. He towered over Jamie still stroking his cock, the blue-gray eyes penetrating Jamie's who moaned in a daze, "Please, sir ... please fuck me ... I crawled like you said ... did I do OK, sir?"

"Yeah, you'll do," the cop growled. "And you got a damn fine ass – just what I need after that bike throbbing under me all day. You already made my cock good and wet, so you'll get no lube. Show me that ass."

Jamie pulled his legs back further, Mark knelt between them and pushed his cock inside his ass, paused, then drove it slowly all the way in until it came to rest deep inside and Jamie felt the rough serge of his pants rub his ass cheeks.

Jamie's breathing became ragged as he felt the cop's rod filling his ass. He stared up at Mark who reached behind his neck and slowly pulled his T-shirt off over his head, displaying his bare, chiseled torso. Jamie's eyes opened wide at the spectacle of the shirtless muscle-cop and felt his cock move inside him. He reached up, clamped his hands over the rock-solid slabs of his chest and when Mark's blue-gray eyes bored into his he couldn't hold back.

"Aaah. No, no ... please, sir ... I can't ... oh fuck ... I'm gonna cum ... aaah ..." His body jerked under Mark and his cock erupted in streams of cum that splashed all over his flexed abs and chest. Despite the waves of pleasure that washed over him, his overwhelming sense was guilt that he had failed his master. "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to cum ... I just lost it. Please don't pull out, sir. Please don't stop fucking me."

"Hey, hey, calm down kiddo." Suddenly Mark was no longer the stern, authoritarian cop `teaching the young surfer a lesson'. He was Jamie's man Mark, the man he loved, the muscle-god he worshipped – but still stripped to the waist in police uniform pants and boots, still with his cock firmly embedded in Jamie's ass.

"No, Jamie," he smiled, "I'm not gonna pull out. My cock is staying exactly where it belongs – inside the man I love. And it's I who should be apologizing to you, buddy, for neglecting you the way I did while all that crap was going on. And I'm not gonna stop fucking you until you bust another load like that first one. Can you do that for me?"

"Sir," Jamie grinned, "you know I would do anything you asked me to."

And so it was a long, loving fuck and Jamie was transported back to all those times he had lain on the bed like this, the horny police officer had come home, ripped off his shirt and fucked his boy's ass. In the ensuing years Jamie had grown into a mature, confident young stud, but as he lay here gazing up at the shirtless cop ploughing his ass he was once again the awed young surfer dude who had fallen in love so long ago.

As so often in the past Jamie reached up and explored the cop's bare chest with its fuzz of blond hair, running his finger down the cleft between his pecs, then lower, tracing the ridges of his eight-pack abs. He watched the slim waist cinched by the wide black uniform belt moving back and forth and felt the rough pants banging against his ass cheeks as he fucked. He reached lower and his fingers felt the flesh of the long shaft as it drove into his ass.

Then Jamie gazed up at the cop's chiseled features – square jaw, high cheek bones, smiling blue-gray eyes, his blond hair falling over his brow. "I love you so much, sir. You're so gorgeous I can cum again whenever you want me to."

Mark grinned, "I was hoping you'd say that, big guy, `cos I've been ready to pop since I first felt that sweet warm ass round my cock. Hottest thing in the world watching you shoot your jizz all over yourself while I fuck you. OK, buddy, let's do it ... damn, your ass feels so good. I love you, Jamie ... here it comes ... Yeah ... oh yeah ... fuck ... aaah ..."

Jamie felt his ass flooded by the cop's semen as he stroked his own cock and shot his second load over that tanned surfer body. Mark leaned down and sucked up the juice, then closed his mouth over Jamie's and shared the cum with him in a long, passionate kiss.

When at last Mark pulled away and lay on the bed beside him Jamie said, "That was absolutely the best, Mark – you sure know how to turn a guy on. Man, I'd crawl across the floor to that cop anytime he ordered me to."

"Damn right. Now take the boots off." In another ritual, Mark sprawled in the chair, Jamie turned his back to him and pulled one of his boots up between his legs from behind. Mark pressed his other boot against his bare ass and pushed until the boot came off and Jamie jerked forward. They did the same for the other boot, Mark unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants and pulled Jamie onto the bed, both of them naked.

"And don't forget, boy," Mark smiled, "next time you're not on the bed ready for me, that cop might get real mad, arrest you, cuff you to the bed and treat you real bad."

"The badder the better, sir," Jamie grinned.

They had been lying together for only a few minutes before the phone rang. "Hey, Mark," came Bob's voice, "hope everything went OK with that hot young jock of yours."

"Well, he wasn't waiting for me on the bed as I expect him to so I had to teach him a lesson. Punished him real good – made him cum twice."

"Glad to hear it," Bob grinned. "Listen, I'm here in the kitchen with the twins. We just had quite a love-fest of our own upstairs in the twins' apartment and now they're making dinner. They're gonna take a meal up to Pablo and Randy in Pablo's rooms `cos they saw them come back from the construction site together and it seems they're gonna shack up together for a while.

"That leaves only us and you two in the house so the twins and I would like you to come have dinner with us up in the twins' dining room. We've invited the Aussies from next door too, Adam and Nate, so it'll be the seven of us – should be quite festive. And, er, I thought I would sleep with the twins tonight – give you and Jamie a chance to continue that `punishment' thing you got going. How's all that sound?"

"Sounds like a plan," Mark said, smiling at Jamie. "Yeah, I still got a few more lessons to teach the arrogant young buck – or vice-versa. Could take all night."

And so an hour later the twins were knocking on Pablo's door and wheeled in a food trolley laden with dinner and drinks that should last them all evening. The last time they had served food to Randy was when he was tied to the tree and they watched him lap up the food and water like a dog. But now they were all smiles and professional poise, as if that sorry chapter had never happened.

After that, as Bob had predicted, the dinner in the twins' apartment was quite lively, a chance to blow away the sourness and bruised feelings of what had been a traumatic day – one for the archives as Darius would say – and did. Bob had started the meal by saying, "Now guys, I don't want any of you tiptoeing around me as today's broken-hearted victim. Randy and I have had our ups and downs in the past ..."

"Too right, mate," said Adam with his usual jovial Aussie bluntness. "`Ups and downs' sounds like the understatement of the decade."

"Yeah, you're right, Adam," Bob chuckled. "I forgot, you Aussies don't go in for tiptoeing around, do you? But however bad it got Randy and I have always bounced back somehow. This time it might take a while longer but I'll just wait `till the bruises heal and take it from there. In the meantime it's no reason for us to sit around and mope." He raised his glass, "So, guys, let's eat, drink and be merry."

"To Bob!" They all drank, with love and affection all round for the resilient man and his toughness in rising above Randy's latest rocking of the tribal boat.

Meanwhile a truck was arriving at the impressive gates of the house in the hills on Mulholland Drive, with Zack at the wheel and Darius sitting happily between him and Miguel. They were buzzed in and as the truck came down the drive Steve was at the front door to meet it with his lover Lloyd and their house manager Tommy.

As the three men got out and walked to the door, Steve, Lloyd and Tommy all applauded at the sight of Zack, Darius and Miguel happily reunited after such an abrupt rupture.

"Welcome, welcome," Steve beamed. "Such a good-looking family. I love to see all these small families within the tribe ... so healthy for everyone." There were hugs all round and Lloyd said, "Come through to the deck guys. Just in time for cocktails and appetizers."

The three visitors trooped through the house, all of them casually dressed as Steve had urged. Zack was in black jeans, looking sexy in a white T-shirt that contrasted with his ebony skin. Darius also wore black jeans, as always copying his master, and a blue V-neck T-shirt. Miguel was in cargo shorts with one of his Hawaiian shirts he liked so much, open halfway down giving a generous glimpse of his muscled chest as it flopped open.

They sat by the pool in wicker chairs and Tommy took their cocktail orders. "Here, let me help, dude," said Darius, following him into the house. As Tommy loaded the drinks trolley Darius looked at him admiringly in his tight black pants and gray T-shirt that he always wore round the house, designed by Lloyd to accentuate his athletic physique.

Darius smiled, "So how's it hangin', Tommy boy? Shit, you get more gorgeous every time I see you. They used to call you the Golden Boy and they still should with that blond hair and gymnast's body. You still keep up your gymnastics?"

"Yeah, every day in the gym downstairs. I don't compete professionally now but I like to stay in shape."

"`In shape' don't begin to describe it, dude. You got the body of death. Here, let me cop a feel. Unabashedly he walked up to Tommy and pulled him into a tight bear hug, feeling the muscles ripple in Tommy's back, then lowering his hands and cupping them round the mounds of the ice-skater butt under the tight pants. "Shit damn ... that fucking ass is primo, dude," he moaned, then pressed their mouths together.

Tommy responded hungrily, turned on by the feel of Darius's 10-inch cock under his jeans pressing against his leg. When eventually they pulled apart Darius said, "Hey, stud, I should join you at one of those gymnastic sessions and you can show me some of your moves. Then I'll show you some of mine," he grinned roguishly.

"Any time, dude," Tommy smiled. "But right now I'm trying to work, and what you're doing could be called sexual harassment of the staff."

Darius roared with laughter. "Hell, rumor has it that you get harassed plenty by Lloyd and Steve and by all accounts you don't object none. You and me, we gotta get together soon for some more of this harassment." He sighed. "Trouble in this crowd is – so many hot men, so little time."

Just as they emerged from the house with the drinks and appetizers, Eddie ran up the path from Hassan's guest house ahead of his master, the swarthy, muscular Marine captain Hassan. "Hey, kiddo," Darius grinned. "Looks like we're gonna be neighbors for the next week."

"So I hear," said Eddie before turning to Miguel who stood up to greet him. "Hello, sir," Eddie said, his usual ebullience now tempered with a hint of shyness, but pride too as he introduced himself and Hassan. "We didn't really meet earlier today but I'm Eddie and I'm Hassan's boy."

Miguel gulped as he watched Hassan approach. He was wearing his usual military casual gear of old fatigue pants and a sleeveless olive green shirt open to mid-chest. With his military air of authority, his superbly muscular build and his exotic Arab/Asian looks with slanted eyes, high cheekbones and square jaw, he was a stunning man. And Miguel was stunned.

They shook hands and kept their hands clenched and eyes locked longer than social politeness ever required. Miguel finally found his voice. "It's, er ... it's a pleasure to meet you properly at last Hassan."

"Likewise, Miguel," said Hassan with an amused smile in his almond-shaped eyes.

"Gorgeous, ain't he, sir?" Eddie said to Miguel, fidgeting with excitement. "He's a Marine captain and I'm his boy."

"So you said, Eddie," Miguel grinned as Eddie fidgeted with excitement beside him. "And it's a pleasure to talk to you at last. I've heard a whole lot about you, mostly from Darius here."

"Yeah, well as a matter of fact, sir, I had decided I wasn't ever gonna speak to you – not a word. `Cos first I thought you were gonna hurt Darius by taking Zack away from him. Then when you did that number on Randy, well, that did it. See, Darius is my friend, sir, my hero. When I met him at the desert bar where I worked I followed him to L.A. and, like they say, the rest is history. So when I thought you were gonna hurt him, well, that did it ... I thought, not a word ..."

"Well, I'm glad you changed your ..."

"But then I thought, no maybe he's not so bad after all. The fact that you are drop-dead gorgeous didn't hurt either. And when I realized you and Darius and Zack were all pals again I decided to give you another chance and talk to you, like I'm doing now ..."

"And maybe a bit too much, kiddo," Darius said, clamping his hand lightly over his mouth.

But to the amusement of everyone Eddie pulled it away and went on without pausing for breath. "I know you guys always say I talk too much, but I believe in getting stuff off your chest. See, I have a theory that ..."

"Eddie ... stop talking," Darius said firmly or I'll be forced to gag you."

Eddie's eyes sparkled. "Oh yeah? And how you gonna do that?"

Darius glanced at Hassan who was smiling and nodded his silent assent to Darius. "I think you know how, boy," Darius said. "On your knees."

Eddie too glanced at Hassan for his approval, which he got from the broad smile on Hassan's face. So he fell to his knees as Darius pulled his massive 10-inch cock out of his jeans. But Eddie still couldn't shut up. "Dude, I just wanna say I don't really think it's fair to ... mmm." The rest of his words were muffled as he was finally silenced by the long black shaft filling his mouth and pushing slowly down his throat.

Amused as everyone was there was a moment of alarm as they saw ten long black inches disappear into the boy's mouth. But Eddie was a pro, with his reputation as a champion cocksucker – a skill honed in the leather bar he used to work in as the eager bar-back always on the hunt for bigger tips – and bigger cocks.

"Aaaah" Darius moaned, his head falling back in ecstasy. "Oh shit, that feels fucking great, kiddo. Yeah, eat that meat, boy. Guys, feast your eyes on the best blowjob in town – on the whole fucking West Coast!"

Darius grinned at Miguel. "Hey, Miguel, you should experience this at least once in your lifetime. You play your cards right and Eddie might do the honors on your dick too. Oh, shit, yeah, right there that's the sweet spot. Right there, kiddo. Shit, how do you do that? ... it's driving me nuts. Damn, I gotta cum ... you're making me shoot ... fuck ... fuck ... fuuuck."

Darius clamped his hands round Eddie's head, his muscles flexed, and "Aaaah!" His cock erupted and poured semen straight down Eddie's throat. Taking it all in stride Eddie swallowed hard, gulp after gulp, for what seemed like minutes until at last he pulled off and grinned up at the amazed faces looking down at him. "And not a drop spilled!" he said triumphantly.

Roaring with laughter, Darius hauled him to his feet, wrapped him in his arms and kissed him. Then he raised Eddie's arm like a prize-fighter and shouted, "Gentlemen – the champ."

Amid applause and the chant "Ed-die, Ed-die, Ed-die ..." the boy went over to Hassan who put his arm round his shoulder as a seal of his approval.

Then, as if the feat had been all in a day's work, Eddie said to Tommy, "Hey, dude, you want help getting dinner on the table? I just got my daily dose of protein but I'm still starved."

Together they went off to the kitchen while Darius dutifully had a quiet word with Hassan, thanking him for allowing Eddie to perform like that. Hassan smiled and in his deep, accented voice said, "It makes him happy Darius. And besides I'm gonna get the same treatment later tonight when we're in bed."

So that was the start of a festive evening where, in the spirit of hospitality, everyone made sure to make Miguel feel at home in this group of rowdy and intimidatingly beautiful men.

Just as Randy was the undisputed leader of the tribe's compound down the hill (even though he was firmly in the doghouse right now), his brother Steve was just as surely in charge at this impressive house in the Hollywood Hills.

Miguel had been surprised, as soon as he met him, how much Steve resembled Randy. He was only a year younger than Randy, with the same chiseled features and blue eyes. But Steve had been adopted at birth and the brothers had been raised in totally different environments – Randy in a tough hand-to-mouth life on the streets of West Texas; Steve in the privileged world of Marin County in Northern California, college educated, and now a sophisticated Beverly Hills therapist, far less incendiary than his hot-tempered gypsy brother.

But while Randy exuded gypsy' and Steve personified preppy' the sexual attraction was similar. Having been seduced by Randy, however, with disastrous results, Miguel was determined not to fall in the same trap with the handsome doctor – despite his stiffening cock as he watched him.

After all, Steve had his own gorgeous lover, the architect Lloyd, so Miguel would steer clear of all that, even though he was aware of the lascivious looks being thrown in his direction by Lloyd, who could never resist a man as beautiful as Miguel.

As these confusing thoughts meandered through Miguel's mind Steve suddenly provided some clarity when he stood up and tapped his glass with a knife for attention. In the ensuing hush he said, "Gentlemen – Lloyd, Tommy and I are happy to welcome you to our home. And a special welcome to the newcomer among us, the stunning Miguel, a worthy addition to the tribe. This is a joyful ending to what has been a long, crowded, action-packed day, a day that, in the words of Darius, is certainly `one for the archives'.

"While I don't want to dredge up all the drama and angst of the day, I do want to say a few general words about what lay behind it, and about the tribe in general. As I look around me I see nothing but a flawless collection of handsome, sexy men. And when a group of hot-blooded and, let's face it, oversexed guys like this live at close quarters, certain issues and tensions are bound to arise.

"It has become a something of a rule of the tribe, and I think a wise one, that there be a certain sexual fluidity among its members. By that I mean, provided it stays within the tribe, sexual couplings are allowed, in fact inevitable, between any two men or boys. But under one strict condition! That sexual act must not cause unwanted pain or anguish in any other member of the tribe and must never threaten loving relationships.

"That is exactly what happened in the recent Randy/Miguel episode, where lust blinded my brother to the hurt he was causing to his lover Bob, his best buddy Zack, and many others in the tribe. It was unforgivable, though the blame rests with Randy, not Miguel, who was new to the tribe and its ways and could not have foreseen the dramatic results.

"So there you have it – play but don't injure. Better to act on sexual urges than to bottle them up in frustration. As a therapist I am trained to observe, and I already glimpsed budding surges of lust. And you know who you are, guys – that long erotic handshake between Hassan and Miguel; my lover Lloyd's fixation on the handsome newcomer, muscles bulging under his sexy Hawaiian shirt; and even, I hear, Darius's so-called `sexual harassment' of the willing recipient, our beautiful Tommy.

"It's all fair game, guys. Just don't hurt your lover or anyone else ..." he grinned playfully "... unless of course your lover is partial to bondage and whips as, rumor has it, some of the men at this table are."

Amid the ribald laughter Steve added, "I suggest we all take our cue from our young favorite here, Eddie." He tousled the surprised boy's hair. "When it was clear his playful banter with Darius was headed to an Eddie blowjob, he first glanced at Hassan for his approval. And Darius, before pushing his dick in Eddie's mouth, also looked to Hassan for his tacit consent.

"So, guys, I hope that helps to clarify the dynamic of the tribe, especially to you, Miguel, whose rocky introduction to the tribe must have left you somewhat confused and cautious.

"And on that note, I think it would be a good Idea for you and me to meet in a private therapy session tomorrow morning. It's happened with all the other men and boys at various times and I think that a professional, confidential conversation could help you express your feelings about what has happened and what you hope will happen from here on. I am seeing two patients here at the house in the morning but I'll be free at 11am if that suits."

"I think that would be real helpful, Steve," Miguel said. "Thanks for the suggestion, doc."

"Right, that's all I have to say, guys. End of speech. Now let's eat, drink and be merry and bring this bewildering day to a happy close."

Which is what they now did. Steve's authoritative words had helped to clarify what were already the unstated rules of the tribe, and to unravel some of the doubt and muted guilt the men felt as their cocks stiffened when a glance at another man stirred their lust.

The meal lasted late into the evening and ended in many tight hugs and stiff dicks. Hassan went off to his guesthouse down the gravel path with his arm round his excited boy. Eddie was proud to have performed on Darius to the applause of the whole group, and then to have been singled out for praise by Steve and held up as an example of good behavior for the rest of the tribe. His words – `I suggest we take out cue from our young favorite here, Eddie' – rang in his ears. And, best of all, he knew Hassan was proud of him.

The trio of Zack, Darius and Miguel went off to their large guestroom, which had two king-size beds, giving them scope for what Steve had described as "a certain sexual fluidity among our members". That concept was heightened when there was a knock on the door and Tommy came in with a tray of drinks. "Excuse me, sirs, but I thought you might like a nightcap so I brought you cognac."

"Thanks, Tommy," Zack smiled. "Hey, you free to joins us for a while? Give you and Miguel here a chance to get better acquainted than you ever did when you both worked at the hotel."

Tommy blushed and his cock visibly stiffened in his tight pants, but he said, "It would a pleasure, sir, but Steve and Lloyd are expecting me in the master suite tonight. However I, er, will have some free time tomorrow if, er ..."

"Hey, Tommy," Darius grinned. "You having a gymnastics workout tomorrow like we talked about earlier? If so, could we watch?"

Tommy smiled, "I always go through my routine around two in the afternoon downstairs in the gym. You're welcome to watch – if you wouldn't be bored."

"Oh, I don't think we'd be bored," Miguel said. "Far from it. Two o'clock? We'll be there."

Still blushing Tommy left the room and, as Darius poured the brandy, Miguel said, "At the hotel I didn't really have much contact with Thomas, as he was called then. I was always in the kitchen. But whenever I saw him around I ... well, let's just say I'd like to see a bit more of him."

"Dude," Darius chuckled, "it's my bet we'll all be seeing a lot more of him tomorrow."

"Yeah," Miguel said, "but it's the morning I'm more concerned with – my session with Steve. I've never really been to a shrink before and I'm not sure I'll be good at spilling my guts to a guy like Steve. I mean, drop-dead gorgeous and the image of Randy, I'm not sure I ..."

"Now listen, buddy," Zack said, "let's get something straight. I'm glad Steve said what he did at dinner `cause he has a way of being real clear in describing what goes on in the tribe, and he was dead right. Now we three are a real close unit, but that shouldn't restrain us form acting on any other sexual impulses we have with any of the other guys. Darius and me have always been that way. Hell, Darius fucks Pablo almost nightly.

"Now I know you were caught up in that mess with Randy, but like Steve said, it went bad cos Randy behaved so badly to Bob. But hell, you wanna fuck with Hassan, for example, go for it, dude. We all have, and let me tell you that muscle-stud Marine captain is hotter n a pistol.

"As for your session with Steve, it'll be a piece of cake. He's a great guy and a damn good therapist – though his technique is, well, a bit out there sometimes. He uses methods that no other shrink ever would – definitely not in the shrink handbook. But, boy, does he get results! So relax and go with the flow, big guy. And in the meantime, we three have a night ahead of us in this gorgeous house high in the Hollywood Hills. Think we can do it justice, guys?"

"Dumb question, Zack," Darius laughed. "Look at Miguel and me, then look at yourself in the mirror, and you do the math. More brandy?"

The three men had a great night of reconciliation, making full use of both beds in various permutations according to who did what to whom. In the morning a pool-side breakfast was served by Tommy, then Steve went into his office to see his first two patients.

Miguel was a bit on edge, still not quite sure what he was in for in the first therapy session of his life. He wasn't even sure what to wear to a shrink session, and he ended up going casual, with shorts, sneakers and a loose white shirt, open halfway down, sleeves rolled up to the biceps. He waited in the living room until he heard the previous patient leave through another door and Tommy came in to announce rather formally, "The doctor will see you now, sir."

Miguel walked into the office where Steve was at his desk finishing up his notes on the last patient. He looked up with a bright smile and said, "Hi there. Take a seat on the couch, Miguel, I'll be right with you." Miguel sat on the couch facing the desk and watched Steve concentrating on his notes. He had dressed quite formally for his previous patients and was still wearing a sport coat, slacks, dress shirt and tie. The reading glasses he wore gave him a studious look, which Miguel thought made him sexier than ever.

A minute later Steve closed his folder, looked up and smiled again. He took off his glasses and said, "So here we are, Miguel, and first I have to say, welcome to the tribe. Did you, Zack and Darius sleep well? No," Steve chuckled, "let me rephrase that. Did you all have a good night?"

"A great night," Miguel grinned. "The three of us seem to be a perfect fit."

"Yes, it looked that way to me when I watched you together. Pity about that crazy start you had, but you three seem to have weathered the storm." Steve got right down to business. "Let's see now – as I understand it, you met Zack quite a few years ago, right?"

"Well, met briefly, you might say. We were both drowning our sorrows in a bar because, by coincidence, we had both just walked out on our wives. We got drunk, went to a motel and fooled around. We were both totally wasted and it was just guy sex, ya know ... like rubbing against each other, jerking each other's cock and ... and well we sucked each other off. But it was the first time with a guy for both of us and I was embarrassed as hell and got the hell out.

"But after that I could not get Zack out of my mind. I still wanted him but had no way of finding him. All I could do was jerk off thinking about him, which I did all the time. And then, a couple of weeks ago, we met again at the hotel and ... well you know the rest."

"Sure," Steve said, "but the important point is that it's only in the last week or so that you've started having sex with men and now here you are in this gorgeous group of men like a kid in a candy store and you barely know which way to turn."

"You can say that again, Steve. It's why I got in so much trouble with Randy. One look at him and I was drawn into that magnetic field of his and we fucked like jack rabbits."

"Well don't beat yourself up about that, Miguel. It's just what I would have expected. You're not the first man to fall in lust with my big brother."

Steve stood up, took off his jacket, loosened his tie and came out from behind his desk. He sat in a chair a few feet from the couch and Miguel's heart beat faster. He could see that Steve was wearing a white tank under his shirt that did nothing to hide his muscular torso. He stared at Miguel with his pale blue eyes – the same eyes as his brother Randy.

"As I see it," Steve continued, "that kid-in-a-candy-store is what we have to address here. You see, in this particular candy store the kid is allowed to eat everything he likes, just as long as he doesn't overdose on sugar. That was the thrust of my little speech at dinner yesterday, which was mostly addressed to you, Miguel."

"I realized that, Steve, and I appreciate you saying all that. But it's still tough for me to get my head around. I mean, I come from a rather lonely world where I saw a lot of handsome men but they scared me and I would never dare approach them. I kept them at arm's length. See, to me they were only eye candy, but now here I am plumb in the middle of the candy store, as you put it, and I'm salivating but scared of making a mistake and screwing up, like I did with Randy.

"I'm in love with Zack and Darius and feel real comfortable with them, but I'm a hot-blooded male and when I see all the other guys my dick gets hard and it scares me ... I mean, although you say everything is fair game in the tribe, I ... I wouldn't even know where to start."

"OK good, that's good ... so let's explore further and take it step by step. Let's focus on one man who turns you on ... Hassan? ... Tommy maybe?"

"Well yeah, of course they do, but it's even closer to home than that. I ... hell, sitting right here looking at you, doc, I got a raging boner in my shorts. But of course I would never do anything about it."

"Why `of course', Miguel? Is it because you're afraid of hurting Zack?"

"Nah, it's not that. Zack and I talked about that last night and he made it clear he wouldn't mind if I fuck around with guys in the tribe. He said he and everyone else has done that."

"OK, that rules that out. So maybe you're worried about us hurting my lover Lloyd."

Miguel chuckled. "Hardly, Steve. You two have a reputation for a very liberal relationship."

"So what then? Is it because a doctor never fucks around with a patient?"

"No, not that either. The guys have told me that your therapy methods often cross that line." He raised his voice in frustration. "Shit, I just don't know, doc, I don't know what it is."

"OK, just relax, Miguel, and like I said, let's take it one step at a time. Let's say, hypothetically, that you didn't have those inhibitions, and that I'm not your doctor but just a business-man type you just met – say, a guest at the hotel. What would you say to me ... what would you do."

Miguel hesitated, then warmed to the experiment. "Well, first I'd tell you how fucking gorgeous you are – I mean, that face, the body – the image of a hot, sexy alpha-male. And the fact is Steve, you look just like your brother, although you have that added thing of being a cool, classy professional, the kind who used to turn me on when I saw them at the hotel."

"And of course," Steve said, "you didn't dare approach those guys. But assuming you had no inhibitions, what would you do if one of them did this to you, for example?" Steve stood up, looked down at Miguel and loosened his tie, letting it hang open. He undid a few shirt buttons, then leaned back lightly against the desk, his hands resting on the edge behind him. As he did so the shirt opened wider, with glimpses of the white tank underneath, stretched over his pecs."

And suddenly, as Steve had intended with his words and actions, Miguel did lose his inhibitions. "Shit damn, what would I do? I'd do this." He sprang to his feet, walked forward, put his hands inside the half-open shirt and ran them over the contours of Steve's muscled chest.

Steve stirred and moaned, "Mmm, feels good, man. Then what?"

"Then this." He opened Steve's shirt all the way down and pulled it out from the belt of his pants so it hung open, exposing the shape of his chest, abs and slim waist under the tank. Miguel again pressed his hands against the cotton tank, digging his fingers into the mounds of Steve's pecs, running them over his ripped abs and down to the waist cinched by an elegant brown belt.

Gazing into Steve's penetrating blue eyes Miguel reached down farther and felt the long hard bulge under his slacks. "Shit damn," he said, pulling away and pacing the room, aware that he was on the verge of creaming his shorts.

"And that's it? That's all?" Steve said. "You've taken this handsome business executive into your office, felt his body, and now you're gonna leave him hanging like this, nursing a massive hard-on in his pants? What if the guy wants more? What if he does this ...?" Steve shrugged off his shirt and stood there in slacks and his white tank, his broad shoulders and muscular arms flexing hard. "... and what if he says, `OK, your turn now, stud? Let's see what you got."

Fully immersed in the fantasy now, Miguel kicked off his sneakers, pulled off his shirt and dropped his shorts. Steve stared hard at him, buck naked, his chiseled features, stubbled jaw, his muscular physique rippling under the office lights. "Holy fuck, man, you are absolutely stunning, a total muscle-god. Damn, there's only one thing to do to an alpha-stud like you. Come here, man. Take my place."

Steve moved aside and Miguel stood as Steve had, leaning back against the edge of the desk. Steve faced him and, just as Miguel had done to him, he traced his hands over the flexed muscles of the naked Latino's torso. Then he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against Miguel's full lips in a mounting, churning kiss. When he pulled back Miguel saw that his eyes were blazing, just as Randy's had.

"Miguel," Steve said breathlessly. "Randy and I may be different kinds of men but we are brothers under the skin, with the same lusts and same passions. I understand now why he lost control and fucked you so hard and often. And you're gonna get fucked now, stud, by his brother."

Steve grabbed the naked Hispanic stud round the waist, hoisted him up and sat him on the edge of the desk. He reached behind him, swept the folders and paper off the desk, and pushed Miguel down on it on his back. As he fell back his legs raised up, Steve grabbed them, pulled them back and hooked them over his shoulders.

Steve unzipped his pants and pulled out his huge cock, as long and as thick as Randy's. "You want it, big guy? You wanna feel Randy's brother inside your ass, man?"

His heart pounding Miguel groaned, "Oh yeah, doc. You're so fucking hot, man. Fuck me, doc, I want it real bad."

Steve spat in the palm of his hand and ran his spit over his rigid pole. "We brothers only use spit – but you know that already, don't you? OK, here it comes, man."

Steve pressed his cock between his ass cheeks and paused, staring down and seeing just what his brother had seen – a handsome, muscular alpha male, a dark-haired Latino with a square, heavily stubbled jaw – only this time, instead of lying on the sand by the lake, he was splayed naked back across the doctor's desk, looking up at the doc with pleading eyes, waiting to get his ass ploughed.

Steve eased his hips forward and Miguel moaned as he felt the thick rod push slowly inside him, deeper and deeper. He felt the wiry pubic hair press against his ass cheeks, then the cock pulled slowly back. Looking up at the handsome doctor, Miguel wanted more, harder. He reached up grabbed the top of his tank and used it to pull him forward, faster and faster, until the tank was wet with sweat.

As the pace became more frenzied the wet cotton started to split and the sounds of ripping fabric accompanied the moans of both men and the slurp of the wet cock pistoning inside the shuddering ass. In a frenzy Miguel pulled harder on the tank until it was hanging in shreds over Steve's bare torso, his chest, abs, shoulders and biceps flexing as his body pounded down on the man sprawled on the desk.

Miguel stared up at the spectacular sight of the doctor who had earlier looked so studious in formal shirt and tie, wearing reading glass as he concentrated on his notes, and now stripped to the waist, eyes blazing, the ripped fragments of his tank hanging from his shoulders, sweat running down his handsome face and down the cleft between his solid pecs.

Miguel surrendered himself totally to this dominant man, fantasizing first on Randy until that gypsy image morphed into the doctor with the same rugged looks, the same passion in the same blue eyes, but this time in a totally different atmosphere of a doctor's office.

As the pounding fuck continued Miguel's naked body writhed on the desk scattering papers to the floor, his dark hair flying as his head thrashed from side to side in a frenzy of lust. Desperately he tensed his cock, trying to restrain his climax as long as possible.

But eventually, mesmerized by the sight of the shirtless doctor pounding over him he gasped, "I gotta cum, doc. You're so fucking beautiful I can't take anymore. Let me cum, man ... please."

Steve leaned forward, pinned Miguel's flailing arms to the desk and smiled. "I remember what my brother did when he fucked me. He fucked me with his eyes as well as his big dick. Worked for me ... so here goes." Suddenly the pounding stopped, then Steve's cock moved slowly in and out of the Latino's ass, caressing the tender membrane as Steve gazed down at him.

Miguel was captivated, as he had been with Randy. It was the same, laser blue eyes, the same hypnotic gaze, the same smile touched with the arrogance of a man who knows how beautiful he is. And as with Randy, Miguel saw himself reflected in the brother's eyes and felt that same special intimacy of two equal alpha males making love.

Even the voice was hypnotic as Steve said, "Now you can cum, Miguel. I will make you. I can always make a man cum." As Miguel looked up in a trance a torn fragment of the tank top hanging from Steve's shoulder brushed his face and open mouth. He caught it in his teeth, bit down on it and felt man-sweat oozing down his throat.

It was sensory overload as Miguel saw, felt and tasted the handsome doctor ... and then heard his voice. "I'm going to cum in your ass, Miguel, something I knew I would do as soon as I first saw you. And you will shoot your juice all over that magnificent body. Now, Miguel. Now."

Their orgasms were simultaneous as they heaved great sighs, their bodies tensed, paused, and cum blasted from their cocks – Steve pouring his semen inside the Latino's ass and Miguel spurting ribbons of juice over his own abs, chest and neck. Steve pulled out, held his cock and pointed it down at the shuddering Miguel. "One final touch, I think," the doctor smiled, as his cock spurted the last of his semen down onto the dark, stubbled face of his handsome patient.

He reached down, pulled Miguel to his feet and folded him in a tight hug. "You are a spectacular fuck, Miguel, a spectacular man – a brilliant addition to the tribe. Zack is a fortunate men to have you as his lover."

He pulled a towel out of a drawer and wiped the cum off Miguel's face and chest. Then, in his soothing doctor's tone he spoke the words so often heard after a doctor's examination. "You can get dressed now, and take a seat again."

Surprised, Miguel pulled on this shorts and shirt and sat obediently on the coach as Steve pulled off the shredded remains of his sweaty tank and tossed it at Miguel with a smile. "Here, you can keep this. Give it to Darius – he loves mementos like this." Steve put on his shirt, leaving it hanging loose, then picked up his clipboard from the floor. He sat back behind his desk, put on his reading glasses and began to make notes.

Miguel gaped in amazement at the doctor with his shirt open, his expression behind his glasses coolly professional as he wrote. "Hell, doc, this is kinda where I came in, you sitting there making notes on a patient. Are you actually writing down what we did?"

Steve smiled up at him. "Not exactly, Miguel. I'm noting the progress we made here today, and I think we made considerable progress. When we started you expressed doubts and fears about straying from your relationship with Zack by fucking with other members of the tribe. I think, I hope, we put those fears to rest.

"Just as you were fucked previously by Randy, you have now been fucked by his brother. But the similarity ends there. This time you will not ignore your lover Zack, nor I Lloyd. We will not eye-fuck each other over lunch as you and Randy did. Rather you will go to Zack and Darius and tell them exactly what happened. Darius, I know, will listen with rapt attention – another one for his archives.

"I, sworn to my oath of confidentiality, will not breathe a word outside this room, though I think Lloyd and the others will have a fair idea of what happened. They know my methods and, besides, the glow on your handsome face will give the game away. The question I have for you now, before I let you go, is – do you feel more confident now at navigating your sexual way through this testosterone-driven group of men?"

"I think so, Steve. And on that subject I need to ask for your consent on something. Last night Zack, Darius and I spoke to your house manager Tommy when he brought in our late-night brandy. And we kind of made an arrangement to go downstairs to your gym this afternoon and watch Tommy go through his gymnastic routine. Well, seeing as how he's so gorgeous and all with that incredible body and ice-skaters butt ... I mean, the three of us will probably just sit and watch ... but if anything ... kinda develops ... would it be OK with you if ..."

Steve roared with laughter and said, "Stop right there, buddy. First of all, you three will definitely not be able to `just sit and watch'. For anyone with one sexual sinew in his body that would be impossible watching that young athlete. Tommy loves to show off, but it's my guess that's not all that he wants. And second of all, you do not need my permission. Tommy is his own independent man and can do just as he wants. And I'm sure he will. So go and have fun.

"One last thing. I am glad you are staying with us for a week until you go back to work. But I am still your therapist and I will keep an eye on how things are going for you ... I mean whatever you choose to do – with Tommy, Hassan, Lloyd, whatever. It will be a perfect introduction to the tribe and prepare you to walk through the minefield of tangled emotions.

"And before you eventually leave us I would like to have one more therapy session with you to make sure you are still on track. Do you think you could find time for that?"

Miguel's eyes gleamed, "Could I! Just name the day, doc, and I'll be there."

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 373

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