A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 373 By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 373 – "MILITARY MANEUVERS"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

1. The muscular Marine, Hassan, is serviced by his boy Eddie. Straight from the base, still in combat boots, fatigue pants and a sweaty khaki tank top, he growls, "You know what I need, boy – on your knees." 2) The sculpted jock athlete Tommy tries to seduce Miguel with his gymnastic routine. But the rugged Latino top-man growls, "Boy, I know just how to handle a narcissistic cock-teaser like you."

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

The aftershocks were still being felt in the tribe from Randy's calamitous lust-filled dalliance with Zack's man, the newly arrived rugged Hispanic Miguel. But Miguel, Zack and his boy Darius had patched things up between them and the three of them were holed up in Zack's house across the street, avoiding Randy.

Doctor Steve – Randy's brother and the tribe's therapist – stepped in to suggest a solution. "Zack, 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. "This evening Hassan is bringing his boy Eddie up from his guesthouse 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.

"And you, Miguel, haven't had a chance to really meet our macho Marine Hassan yet. He's a great guy, a tough alpha male like yourself and built like a brick shithouse. 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. He is kind of 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 – literally."

So a few hours later they were all gathered by Steve and Lloyd's pool eating dinner, during which Steve made a welcoming speech. "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.

"While I don't want to dredge up all the angst of this difficult day, I do want to say a few 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 that there be a certain sexual fluidity among its members. 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 pain or anguish in any other member of the tribe, nor ever threaten loving relationships."

Steve ended by suggesting that Miguel come to his office next day for a therapy session, which Doctor Steve had often given to the other guys. Miguel agreed and the next morning he found himself in Steve's office in the house, not sure what to expect, having heard stories of Steve's very unconventional therapy techniques. He was soon to find out how unconventional.

Continuing the theme of his speech at dinner, Steve said, "Miguel, you are fairly new to man-on-man sex and right now you're like a kid in a candy store"

Miguel agreed. "In the past when I saw handsome men they were only eye candy, but now here I am plumb in the middle of the candy store, as you put it – salivating but scared of screwing up, like I did with Randy. I'm in love with Zack and Darius but I'm a hot-blooded male and when I see all the other guys my dick gets hard but ... well, although you say everything is fair game in the tribe, I ... I wouldn't even know where to start."

"OK, so let's explore that 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."

That was all it took for the handsome doctor and the muscular Latino to come together in a display of lust that Steve might call therapy but was certainly not in the shrink's handbook. Steve fucked Miguel mightily across his desk as a vivid example of what he had called `sexual fluidity' in the tribe. And the sexual fluids sure flowed profusely now.

When it was over Steve quickly went back to being the analytical doctor and, to Miguel's surprise, made notes on the `therapy' session. "I'm noting the excellent progress we made here today Miguel, When we started you expressed fears about straying from your relationship with Zack by fucking with other members of the tribe. I hope, we put those fears to rest.

"I think so, Steve. And on that subject I need to ask for your approval on something. Last night Zack, Darius and I chatted to your house manager Tommy and arranged to go downstairs to your gym this afternoon and watch him go through his gymnastic routine. Well, he's so damn gorgeous and all with that incredible body, not to mention the ice-skater's butt ... I mean, we'll probably just sit and watch, but if anything ... kinda develops ... would it be OK with you if ...?"

Steve roared with laughter. "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, just watching' would be impossible with 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."

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Miguel left Doctor Steve's office and went straight to the guestroom where Zack and Darius were waiting for him. They looked up at him expectantly and Darius said, "Well...?"

Miguel stood facing them, shirtless in cargo shorts and sneakers. Holding his shirt in one hand and the ripped remains of Steve's tank top in the other. Looking bashful he blushed slightly. "Guys ... I just had sex with Steve."

Darius looked deflated. "Duh! You just got therapy from our family shrink, dude, so of course you had sex. It's happened to the best of us. Did the doc fuck you?"

"Well yeah, as a matter of fact ... we were talking about sex, one thing led to another and ..."

"Damn, I wish I had that on video. Dude, I know those therapy sessions are confidential, but most guys spill the beans to me afterwards. For the archives, you know – the history of the tribe I'm gonna write. Hey, wait a second ..." and he grabbed his camera from the nightstand.

Miguel glanced at Zack who just grinned and shrugged with a `that's-our-boy' gesture. Miguel said, "Oh by the way, Darius, Steve gave me this, his tank top – said you might like it."

He tossed the shredded, sweat-soaked shirt to Darius who grinned, "Wow, you guys really did a number on each other." He held it up to his face and breathed deeply. "Yeah, that's the doc alright. I can feel it in my dick. Hey, I've got an idea." He draped the ripped shirt round Miguel's neck and let the ragged ends hang down over the slabs of his pecs.

"Picture perfect!" he said, assuming the role of movie director. "Now sit there, look straight at the camera and just talk. I know, like I said, it's all confidential so you don't have to talk about it – but you really do. It's for prosperity." Miguel smiled at Zack and neither bothered to correct his shaky vocabulary. "OK," Darius ordered, "quiet please ... we're rolling ... aaand action."

Miguel found the whole setup so amusing that he relaxed and, with prompts and questions from Darius behind the camera, found himself describing the whole erotic scene in Steve's office. When he came to the end he said, "And the doctor said that, before I leave town, he wants one more therapy session with me."

"And did you agree?"

"What d'you think? Hell yes, I agreed."

"Cut!" Darius shouted. "And that's a wrap. Great ending, dude. You're a natural. You looked so fucking hot with that face, the body of death and the ripped T-shirt hanging round your neck, speaking in that deep sexy Spanish accent ... wow. You play your cards right I might be able to use you some more."

Miguel and Zack exploded with laughter and they both hugged Darius. "You're priceless, kiddo," Miguel said. "Only problem I had doing this was keeping a straight face." He pulled back and gazed at them both. "Seriously, though, guys. Now you've heard it all, are you sure you're OK with this? The last thing I ever want to do is to hurt you again, like I did with Randy."

"Man, I told you," Zack said reassuringly. "Whatever you do within the tribe, it's all good. I'll always let you know if I have a problem with it ... oh, and you'll probably always have to spill the beans to Darius like you just did."

Darius reached forward and pulled the torn shirt from round Miguel's neck. "Mine I think, sir. It was the perfect prop."

Zack chuckled, "And in case you're wondering what he's gonna do with it, Miguel, I'll tell you. Him and Eddie will get together and watch the video you just made, pressing the sweaty tank to their faces in turn and breathing in deep while they beat their meat and bust their loads."

"Not that there's anything wrong with that," Darius protested indignantly.

"Did I say there was? Hell, I might even join you. In the meantime, guys, let's get the hell outdoors and go for a swim."

They joined Steve and Lloyd who were already sunning themselves by the pool. The three men stripped naked, leapt into the pool and engaged in boisterous, macho horseplay sending showers of water over Steve and Lloyd, much to their howls of protest.

Soon the whole group was lying by the pool in an atmosphere that was even more relaxed than it had been the night before. Everyone knew, of course, what had gone on between the doctor and his patient earlier and there was a tacit acknowledgement that Miguel was quickly becoming a real member of the tribe.

Soon Eddie appeared up the path from Hassan's guesthouse, eyes sparkling as usual. "Hi, guys. Hassan had to get up real early `cos he had to shoot a dawn scene in the Marine recruitment video they're making. But he'll be home soon."

He explained to Miguel, "You see, sir, Hassan is in charge of training at the Marine base and they make lots of recruitment videos – often starring Hassan himself. Hell, if I was a young guy watching one of those videos and I saw Hassan in combat gear I'd sign up like a shot. Course I don't have to cos I'm his boy and I get to sleep with him anyway. But if I did join up I ..."

He stopped suddenly, catching sight of Darius giving him a warning eye-roll. "Oops, sorry, dude ... I know, zip it." He made the familiar gesture of sliding his fingertips across pursed lips and twisting them at the corner like a key. But as soon as he had zipped his lips he opened them again and said, "Hey, where's Tommy? Is he in the kitchen working on lunch? I gotta go help him."

Under the amused and affectionate gazes of the men he ran inside and joined Tommy. Living so close to each other they had become best buddies and Tommy quickly gave Eddie instructions on what he could do to help him. Eddie willingly got to work, talking non-stop, which was no surprise to Tommy.

"Dude, rumor has it that Zack, Darius and Miguel are gonna watch your afternoon gymnastics routine down in the gym. And I had a great idea. Why don't you let Darius film it – then we could show it to the other guys who've always heard about it but never actually seen it? I know the boys would flip out watching it. Wouldn't be a dry cock in the room."

Ever the showman Tommy looked intrigued. "You really think the guys would like that?"

"Like it! Dude, watching you in that lycra leotard stretched over that awesome bod – hell, I'd keep a copy of that video under my bed and watch it whenever I needed to get my rocks off. Hey, here's Darius."

"Need any help, guys?" Darius said.

Ignoring the question Eddie said, "Darius, I had a great idea. When you guys watch Tommy this afternoon you should film it dude."

"Way ahead of you, kiddo. That's what I came here for, to ask Tommy if he'd be OK with that?"

A blush came to the Golden Boy's face as he smiled, "Sure, Darius. Nobody's ever filmed one of my sessions before – except when I was in competition, of course. Hey, when you go back out could you take this stack of plates with you. Nearly lunchtime."

During lunch out by the pool there was an air of expectancy among the men. Tommy himself ate sparingly, explaining that he preferred to exercise on an empty stomach. They were a few minutes into the meal when they heard Hassan's jeep pull up at the side of the house. Eddie jumped up excitedly, ran outside and came back with Hassan.

"Holy shit!" That was Miguel gazing at the rugged Marine captain who had come straight from the set of the recruitment video. He was in full combat gear – camouflage fatigues, combat boots, and a sleeveless denim shirt over a khaki tank top. His shirt and tank, and his bare arms and shoulders were streaked with grease and dirt and he still had the three black lines of camouflage painted on his exotic Arab/Asian face.

His muscles gleaming with sweat, Hassan was an icon of homoerotic, military machismo, an image that was a perfect sales-tool for Marine recruitment, and to the men gathered by the pool, a pornographic vision that made their dicks hard. A man of few words, he now smiled, "Sorry I'm late, men. The shoot went on longer than expected. I'm gonna hit the shower before I join you." He turned to Eddie. "You gonna come give me a hand, kid?"

Beaming with pride Eddie incongruously asked Steve, "May I leave the table, sir?" a good-manners question drummed into him at an early age."

Steve smiled. "Eddie, a captain's orders are orders and I would be crazy to object. You're a Marine's boy, so you follow orders."

"Aye-aye, sir." Eddie saluted, then turned to Hassan, addressing the salute to him. Hassan laughed and said, "Thanks for releasing him, Steve. Come on boy – I need you bad."

With that music ringing in his ears Eddie followed Hassan to the gravel path. He looked over his shoulder with his cheeky smile and gave them all a jubilant thumbs up before disappearing down the path.

"God," Darius chuckled, "you gotta love him. Right now he's in hog heaven."

As soon as they went into the guesthouse Hassan turned to Eddie and scooped him into his arms. As the tribe had noted so many times they were an unlikely pairing – the ultra-masculine military man and the mischievous kid with the motor-mouth. But in fact Eddie was perfect for Hassan, the perfect antidote to the men who surrounded him all day – tough opinionated young Marines with more hubris than humor, versus Eddie's wide-eyed openness and amusing patter.

Now Hassan held him tight and said in his ear, "Damn I missed you, kiddo. It was a tough morning – lots of technical snafus – and all those egotistic young Marines trying to impress me how tough they are. You should have been there – you'd have punctured all their macho posturing. But right now I'm hot and sweaty and you know what I need most, don't you?"

"Of course, sir. Take a seat and leave everything to me." Hassan shrugged off his shirt and, with a deep sigh, sprawled in an armchair while Eddie got a beer from the fridge, opened it and handed it to the soldier. Still dressed for combat, his face still streaked with dirt and camouflage stripes, Hassan's muscular torso was covered only by his khaki tank top, wet with sweat. With his free hand he yanked open his fatigue pants, pulled out his huge cock and stroked it.

Eddie stood before him, hands clasped behind his back in the military at-ease position. He always fantasized that he was a young recruit trying to earn his captain's approval, and loved it when Hassan spoke roughly to him. "See this here, boy?" he said, looking down at his own stiff rod in his fist. "It's been solid like this all morning. I need to get my rocks off. Think you can handle that?"

"Yes, sir. Definitely, sir."

"Hmm ... I'm not so sure. Let's get a good look at you, boy. Strip naked." Eddie complied instantly, kicking off his sneakers, pulling off his T-shirt and dropping his shorts. His cock sprang out stiff as a pole and he resumed the position, hands behind his back, staring down at the pornographic image of the rugged Arab/Asian soldier with his chiseled, square-cut features, high cheekbones, black hair, and muscles rippling under his sweat-soaked tank.

"Yeah, I guess you'll do. You ever suck dick before?"

"Many times, sir."

"You wanna give a Marine captain a blowjob?"

"Very much, sir."

"What's that dripping from your cock?"

"Pre-cum, sir."

"Huh – let me see you touch your cock."

Eddie hesitated. "Sir, I don't think I should do that, sir."

Hassan's eyes flashed. "You defying me, boy? You daring to say no to a Marine captain?"

"No, sir. Sorry, sir." Obediently the boy wrapped his hand round his cock and stroked it slowly. "Sir, it's just that you look so incredibly hot, sir, that maybe I won't be able to hold back ... oh, oh fuck, too late, sir ... I ... aaagh." A ribbon of cum shot from his cock and splashed down on the soldier's tank, followed by several more spurts.

"Fuck you, boy," growled Hassan, faking anger. "Did I say you could do that?"

"No, sir. Sorry, sir. But like I said, you look so amazing, and I cum real easy ... but don't worry, I can cum again, as often as you like, sir."

"Dammit, I don't care about you getting your rocks off, boy. My balls are fit to explode." Hassan put down his beer, linked his hands behind his head and sprawled back in the chair, legs wide apart, his massive cock sticking up like a billy club. "OK, first you clean that jizz off me."

`Yes, sir. Eddie dropped to his knees on the floor between Hassan's legs, leaned forward and began licking his own cum from the soldier's sweaty tank. As he sucked it up he tasted the soldier's sweat oozing up from his shirt. He bit into the fabric, squeezing sweat from it and swallowing it. He saw splashes of cum on Hassan's shoulder and arm so he licked them too, then buried his face in his armpit, smelling and tasting the rancid, sweaty pit hair.

"OK, that's enough. Now suck my dick, boy. And don't make me cum right away. I wanna feel it, enjoy it for a long time before I bust my nuts."

Eddie raised his head from Hassan's armpit and said haughtily, "Sir, I may not always be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but one thing I do know is how to suck dick. I know just what I'm doing, so just lie back and leave everything to me."

Amused by Eddie's patronizing tone Hassan kept a straight face. "So what are you waiting for, boy?"

Eddie started with the balls – licking them, sucking them, opening wide and folding his lips round them, hearing the satisfying sound of the Marine captain's groans of pleasure. Eddie buried his face in the pubic hair, then moved up to the cock, licking it, teasing it until he came to the head and licked the hard, sensitive corona. "Aaah, fuck yeah. Eat that cock, boy ... eat that soldier's stinking cock."

Eddie closed his mouth over the head, then pushed down the whole length until his face was again buried in the sweaty pubes. Now all of the boy's expertise came into play. He pulled back, paused, clenched, teased, licked the head then plunged all the way down on the shuddering cock.

He was driving Hassan wild. "Oh yeah ... fuck that's hot ... man, I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna shoot ... no!" An instant before orgasm Eddie opened wide and pulled off the cock, denying Hassan the release he craved. "Fuck you, kid, fuck you ... suck that fucking dick, boy."

Eddie obeyed the order but kept his mouth open, breathing warm air on the cock as he lowered his face. And so it went on, with Eddie bringing the soldier to the cusp of his climax, then denying him release at the last moment. Even when, in a frenzy, Hassan grabbed the boy's head and forced it down on his cock, Eddie was still in charge, caressing the rod with his tongue one minute, then clenching his throat round it.

Hassan had wanted it to last – and it did. Eddie could have gone on indefinitely – but not the Marine. He was being driven wild and when his lust reached its peak he was yelling, "I wanna cum, boy. Make me cum ... please, kid, I can't take anymore. I wanna shoot so bad ... let me cum, please ... aaah ... aaagh ... fuck yeaaah!"

Thrilled to hear the macho Marine beg for release, Eddie licked the head, then suddenly plunged down on the cock, letting it piston all the way down his throat and explode in a blast of semen that Eddie gulped down thirstily, then pulled back and plunged down again twice more, each time causing the cock to pour more jizz down his throat.

Finally Eddie pulled back and smiled up at the soldier triumphantly. His muscular body heaving, sweat running down his face, Hassan clamped his hands round Eddie's face, pulled him up over him and kissed him ravenously, sucking his own jizz out of his mouth, then kissing his cheeks, his forehead and his eyes. "God I love you, kiddo. You are fucking awesome. Hey give me a hand here. I need a shower."

Eddie knew the drill. He pulled the wet tank up over Hassan's head and tossed it aside. He knelt on the floor, unlaced the combat boots and took them off, then pulled down the fatigue pants and the khaki shorts. The naked Marine stood up, towering over the jubilant Eddie, and said, "Fuck, I'm a mess. You gotta clean me up boy."

They got in the shower together and Eddie washed the camouflage stripes from Hassan's face, then lovingly ran soapy hands over the muscles of the soldier's spectacular body. It was stunningly erotic and the Arab/Asian's smooth olive skin felt so good that Eddie said, "Sir, I think I'm gonna cum again ... aaah ... yeah, oh fuck yeah ..." and his cock blasted a load of cum all over the soldier's legs and feet."

Eddie grinned up at Hassan's smiling face. "See, I told you I could cum again, sir. As often as you want."

Hassan roared with laughter and wrapped his arms round his boy as the steaming water sprayed down on them, washing the last remains of semen down the drain.

Lunch was in progress by the pool when Darius raised his head and said, "Holy shit, guys, look at that."

Coming up the gravel path from the guesthouse was the muscular Marine in just swim trunks, and sitting astride his shoulders was a butt naked Eddie, his legs dangling over Hassan's chest with the soldiers arms wrapped round them. Eddie was pumping his arms in the air and yelling a triumphant "Woo-hoo!"

Hassan's face, which usually had the clench-jawed expression of a stoic Marine, was now glowing with delight and everyone knew that he had just been treated to the kind of erotic welcome-home blowjob at which his boy Eddie excelled. When they reached the deck Hassan said, "Hey, guys, this kid is way overheated. What should I do with him?"

"In the pool," they all chanted. "In the pool."

"OK," Hassan laughed. "A Marine always obeys orders." He reached up high, grabbed Eddie round the waist, lifted him up over his head, paused at the edge of the pool, then flung him bodily in the water. There was a huge splash of flailing limbs, then Eddie broke the surface grinning like a crazed monkey. Hassan reached down, pulled him out of the water and wrapped his arms round him in a tight, wet hug, to boisterous cheers from the men at the table.

Hassan pulled back and frowned at Eddie. "Hey, kid, where are your manners? These gentlemen dress for dinner around here. You're butt naked. Get decent for chris'sake."

"Hey, Eddie," Lloyd shouted. "There's a pair of my old gym shorts lying around here." He tossed them to him. "They may be stained with sweat and dry cum but I doubt you'll mind about that."

Eddie caught them, held them to his nose and inhaled deeply, rolling his big round eyes. When he pulled them on they were too big for him but that made him look even sexier as he took his place at the table beside Hassan.

Immediately they were caught up in the boisterous, irreverent blast of conversation. On the other side of Eddie was Darius who leaned toward him and asked, "One of your special jobs?"

Eddie nodded eagerly, "The best – drove him crazy. Dude, you should'a been there. There he was, this porno Marine, and ..."

"Save it, kid. You'll tell me later and I'll get you on camera."

"For prosperity?"

"You said, it kiddo."

On the other side of Hassan sat Miguel, and the two macho alpha males were soon deep in conversation, exploring each other's lives, their histories and upbringing. Although they had been raised on opposite sides of the world they had each had a tough life – Hassan as a mixed-race Arab/Asian kid in the Middle East, Miguel as a poor Hispanic boy on the rough streets of Honduras.

There was a natural connection between these two stunningly handsome musclehunks and Miguel said, "You know, we'll be staying up here all week so, er, maybe, whenever you're free, we can spend some time together, you and me ... get to know each other a bit better."

"Oh I already decided that, the minute I laid eyes on you," Hassan grinned. "I thought, now there's a guy I gotta spend time with ... even if I have to tie him down to keep him there."

"Hmm, there's a thought," Miguel said, his hazel eyes sparkling.

"But in the meantime," Hassan smiled, "I understand that you, Zack and Darius are gonna watch Tommy go through his gymnastics routine this afternoon."

"Yeah, that's the plan. Have you ever seen that ... I mean have you ever ...?"

"Fucked him? Of course I have. I wanted him as soon as he moved into Steve's house here and, as the saying goes, a Marine always gets his man."

Their eyes locked and Miguel said softly, "Yeah, I bet you do, captain."

"I mean that ass ... that fucking ass. He used to be an ice-skater, that's where that bubble butt comes from. I cleared it with Steve first, of course, then one weekend soon after he got here I was watching him do his warmup routine by the pool, wearing that sexy lycra leotard that clings to his body ... shit damn he looks hot in that, and that ass ... wow.

"I had just got home from the base, in my combat gear like you saw earlier, and I stood there watching him. He has that arrogant side to him, knows how gorgeous he is. He knew I was there and he deliberately flaunted it, trying to turn me on. Well, no one cock-teases me like that and gets away with it. So I turned toward my house and looked back over my shoulder at him as I walked off down the path.

"He followed, of course, as I knew he would, and I shoved him in the house and locked the door behind us. Eddie was up at the Grady House with his buddies for the weekend so I told Tommy that Steve had loaned him out to me to use as I wanted – do anything I like with him. So I made him strip off the leotard, threw him on the bed and fucked him. Then I tied him to the bed and left him there while I went up to the pool for cocktails with Steve and Lloyd as I often do.

"When I got back he was struggling and staring at me defiantly. Well, I soon knocked that out of him – fucked his face then his ass. When I'd shown him who was master, I untied him and made him clean the house and serve me dinner. Then I fucked him again and when I went to bed I made him sleep on the floor at the foot of it.

"I let the anger in him cool down and soon the arrogant young jock was begging me to let him get on the bed. Said he would do anything for me and begged me to fuck him again. So I did, several times that night and then all next day. In the end, by the evening of the second day that narcissistic gymnast was eating out of my hand.

"My boy Eddie was due home soon so I decided to give him a treat. I tied Tommy down to the bed again and when Eddie got home I went outside and told him what was going on. Of course he was real excited and when we went in I humiliated Tommy like a fuck-toy `cos I knew that's what he wanted.

"I told Eddie I had serially fucked the Golden Boy all weekend but that he hadn't cum for a while. That was Eddie's job, but I told him to take his time – he wasn't to let our captive shoot his load until I gave permission. Eddie knew exactly what I wanted and, boy, did he deliver! I swear to god, I have never seen a man tortured like that just by getting his cock sucked. Eddie was incredible, slowly bringing him right to the edge, then pulling away at the last minute.

"Eddie was having a blast and he drove Tommy totally insane. He was screaming, begging me to order Eddie to make him cum, then begging Eddie, even calling him sir in his frenzy. Man that was a sight, that beautiful, naked blond jock, his blond hair flailing as his head thrashed from side to side in ecstasy and frustration, his perfect body writhing in bondage, brought to the pitch of sexual craving, screaming for release.

"Finally I gave Eddie the sign and he pulled off and grinned that impish grin. OK, sir, he's all yours.' I took his place and said, Now I'm gonna drink my prisoner's cum. Make it good, boy.' He watched as his Marine master lowered his mouth over his cock, and his scream echoed round the room as his cock erupted in my mouth – and I mean erupted, like Vesuvius, in what must have been the wildest orgasm of his life so far.

"Eddie, god love him, jerked off and sprayed cum all over the struggling athlete, his body jerking in spasms, tears running down his face before he went limp with exhaustion."

"Wow," Miguel said. "That is one helluva story, soldier. My cock is hard as a rock in my shorts."

Hassan grinned, "Your turn will come, big guy. But I forgot, you knew Tommy when you both worked at that hotel. I'm sure he lusted after you, hell anyone would, so didn't you ever ...?"

"Nah, I wasn't even having sex with guys at the time – Zack was my first. But sure I watched him a lot and, now you mention it, I think he was cock-teasing me too. Tell you the truth, though, I didn't like his attitude at the time. He was so fucking arrogant, treated the junior waiters like shit, including young Danny who's now up at the Grady house."

"Yeah, well like I said, there are ways of knocking that narcissistic prick-teaser off his pedestal. Worked for me and, man, a gorgeous muscle-god like you – he'll be crawling in the dirt for you."

As the meal wound down Eddie helped Tommy clear the table and take everything to the kitchen. When they came back Tommy said to Steve, "Is that all for now, sir?"

"Sure Tommy. You go do your thing."

With a haughty glance directed at Miguel Tommy turned and went indoors. Hassan nudged Miguel. "See that, buddy? It's you he wants alright. That was pure seduction. Seems he's got plans for you."

"Oh yeah?" Miguel grinned. "We'll see about that, won't we?" Miguel was in no hurry. He poured himself more wine and took his time drinking it. But Darius was fidgety. "Hey, Miguel, don't you think we should check on the gym downstairs? We don't wanna miss the show."

"No chance of that, dude," Miguel smiled. "He'll wait. No audience, no show. But I see you're restless, so what d'ya think Zack. Shall we?"

"Damn straight," Zack chuckled. "Wouldn't wanna miss this." As the three men stood up Eddie scraped his chair on the deck. Darius grinned at him. "You wanna cum watch too, kiddo? Eddie nodded, then looked appealingly at Hassan who said, "Sure, kid, go have fun."

"You can be my backup cameraman, Eddie. But no talking ... that's an order." Darius looked up sharply at Hassan, worried he might have gone too far, but Hassan chuckled, "Couldn't have said it better myself, man."

The four of them, all in swim trunks, went indoors and down the stairs to the gym. Actually it was a gym-cum-playroom where Lloyd and Steve worked out regularly, then released their pumped libidos on each other in an ever-changing series of sexual fantasies, which accounted for the ropes, restraints and other sexual paraphernalia littering the room.

But as the men stood in the doorway they had eyes for only one thing. In the middle of the room on a large exercise mat, Tommy was limbering up. "Jesus Christ," Miguel said softly. "Hassan was right ... that's fucking incredible."

The toned young gymnast was wearing the lycra leotard Hassan had mentioned, a thin blue fabric that stretched over his flawless physique like a second skin, showing off every muscle, ever sinew, and ever contour of his stunning ass. Held up by straps over his shoulders, the legs went down to mid-thigh, leaving his shoulders, arms and legs bare. The rest of him might as well have been bare as the thin stretch-fabric left nothing to the imagination, including the bulge of his already-hard cock.

His mat exercises consisted mainly of stretching, which gave him every chance to show off his body – not only to any onlookers but to himself too in the floor-length wall mirror, which he used to the full to indulge his vanity.

He lay flat on his stomach, legs stretched out to the sides in a splits position and flexed his ass under the tight lycra. Then slowly he used his muscular arms to push his chest off the floor, then he arched his back until he came back on his knees, gazed at himself in the mirror and ran his hands lovingly over his arms, shoulders chest and the ridges of his abs clearly etched under the tight leotard. As he made love to his body a satisfied smile settled on his handsome face.

"Holy fucking shit," Miguel breathed softly. "I'm not sure how much of this I can take, guys. My cock's already oozing pre-cum in my shorts."

"Down, big guy," Zack chuckled. "Cool it for a while and let's take our seats for the show. They sat in chairs placed in the shadows and watched the floodlit performance as Tommy began his routine. It was visually stunning.

Steve had equipped the extensive gym with all the gymnastics equipment Tommy needed and, as he moved from mat exercises to the parallel bars, the vaulting horse and the gymnastic rings hanging down on ropes, Tommy's muscular, fat-free physique was brilliantly displayed. His shoulders, arms, and every muscle in his body flexed as he moved effortlessly through the air, tumbling, leaping, swinging, vaulting in a series of routines flawlessly executed.

The leotard added a layer of sexiness even greater than if he had been butt naked. As his muscles rippled under the stretch-fabric, it graphically teased the audience with suggestions of the beauty that lay under it. In fact teasing the onlookers was a big part of Tommy's technique. As his hair flew wildly, his handsome face mostly focused intently on his routine, but when he landed a jump he cast a triumphant look in Miguel's direction, at once seductive and defiant.

To Miguel it was a challenge, one he fully intended to meet – provided he could keep from creaming his shorts in the meantime.

The visually dazzling routine ended at last with a final perfect landing. He raised his arms high and wide in a classic gymnast's final pose and was greeted with well-deserved applause from the four spectators. He was a stunning icon of athletic perfection, his body heaving, his chiseled features and pumped muscles gleaming with a sheen of sweat, his leotard also stained with patches of sweat that made it cling even more tightly to his body.

As the applause died down he lowered his arms and moved from gymnastics to blatant seduction. With his gaze set firmly on Miguel he reached up to one of the shoulder straps and pushed it slowly, temptingly off his shoulder. He paused, then eased the other strap off and pushed his leotard down below his abs so it clung to his waist, straps hanging down his sides, and accentuating the bulge of his cock under the sleek fabric.

All the men were stroking their cocks through their shorts, slowly so as not to cum. All except Eddie who suddenly grabbed Darius's arm and moaned softly, "Oh shit ... I'm gonna cum, dude, aaah." Jizz blasted in his shorts and ran down one of his legs, while Darius grinned at him and said softly, "Way to go, kiddo."

But, undistracted, Tommy stared piercingly at Miguel. The challenge was obvious and, at last, Miguel stood up, walked forward and faced the blond gymnast. "Great performance, Tommy." He reached forward and ran his hands over the rock-hard shoulders and arms, then over his bare chest and the razor sharp ridges of his abs.

"And you have a great body too ... but you know that, don't you? You knew it as you walked round the hotel, your peripheral vision catching sight of all those admiring glances. And you knew just how beautiful you were when you threw all those glances in my direction at the hotel, and flashed that ass at me under your tight pants, trying to seduce me.

"Oh, don't think I didn't notice, and you made my dick hard every time. But I wasn't fooling around with guys at the time so you got no response. And besides, as executive sous-chef I outranked you, just one of the assistant managers. That must have really pissed you off, made you frustrated as hell. `Cos you really wanted me, Tommy didn't you? Didn't you?"

Tommy shrugged casually. "Maybe."

Miguel's eyes flashed and he grabbed Tommy's nipples in his fingertips, twisted them hard and growled menacingly, "I said, you wanted me, Tommy, didn't you?"

"Yeah, yeah, OK, OK ... I thought you were hot ... and I wanted you."

"Boy, you may be a gorgeous athlete but you got a lot to learn. Like, number one, addressing me as `sir'."

In an act of defiance Tommy reached up and retaliated by squeezing Miguel's tits. But Miguel merely smiled and ground Tommy's tits harder. "Man, if it's a trial of strength you want, you're gonna lose every time. See I'm not that genial chef any more, not around here. Look at me, boy ... you don't fuck around with a tough alpha male like me ... I'm Zack's buddy, one of the masters and that's how you'll treat me. So let's try that again."

Miguel twisted the gymnast's tits savagely and Tommy gasped. "Yes, sir ... yes sir, I always wanted you ... every time I saw you, sir."

"That's better." Miguel eased off and stroked the sore nipples gently, enough to make Tommy crave him even more. "And when you wanted me, did you jack off thinking about me?"

"Yes, sir. Whenever I saw you I'd go to my room and pound my cock."

"And when you busted your load, what were you thinking off?" Tommy hesitated so Miguel gave another sharp twist of his tits.

"OK, OK ... I imagined you naked, sir. I knew you must have a great body and ..." Another jerk on the nipples. "OK, I thought of you standing over me naked, sir, and ... and then fucking me. I tried to imagine what it would feel like to have your cock in my ass, sir."

"And you want it now, don't you boy? All that bullshit showing off, flashing your ass at me ... all the time you wanted one thing. Tell me what you want, boy."

Tommy caved in. "I want you to fuck me, sir. I wanna feel your dick in my ass. Do whatever you want to me, sir. I want you so bad – I always have."

"Good, now we've sorted that out we can get down to business. Dude, in my experience, if you want something you should cut all the seduction crap and come right out and ask for it. Then you get something like this." Miguel curled his hand round the back of Tommy's head, running his fingers through his thick blond hair, then pulled his face forward and locked his mouth over Tommy's lips in a grinding kiss.

When at last he pulled back he said, "You've wanted to do that for a long time, eh?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

"Right. So, `whatever I want', you said ..."

"How about we start with this?" Miguel picked up from the floor two leather wrist restraints (favorites of Lloyd's) and buckled them round Tommy's wrists. He picked up a length of rope and ran it through one of the gymnastic rings high above Tommy's head. Then he made Tommy stretch up high and fastened the ends of the rope to the wrist restraints.

Miguel walked back to Zack and the boys and together they gazed at the homoerotic sight of the muscular young jock, his perfect body stretched tight upward, like a man stretched on the rack, naked except for the leotard hanging round his waist, blond hair falling over his handsome face. "Now that, guys, is what you might call pornographic, eh Zack?"

Zack grinned admiringly, "Man, you are one badass son-of-a-bitch. You really know how to knock defiance out of a guy."

"Oh, you ain't seen nothin' yet, dude. Hey Darius, you been getting all this on camera?"

"You betcha, sir." In his practiced, professional way Darius had been moving round unobtrusively getting the whole erotic scene on film. "This is a great visual. Give me a few minutes."

He moved smoothly around the bound athlete, getting close-up and distant shots of Tommy who, despite the implied humiliation of his situation, sensed a tribute to his vanity and flexed the muscles in his bound, stretched body, knowing full well how erotic his perfect physique would look on screen.

"OK, Darius, let me take it from here." Miguel moved forward and saw, as Tommy saw, the scene reflected from every angle in the full-length mirrors on ever wall – a dream situation for every narcissist and voyeur. "There, that should satisfy even your vanity, Tommy, your gorgeous body reflected in every mirror and preserved on film.

"Now for that ass, boy. Take a look ... look in the mirror." Miguel pulled the leotard tight over the bulging ass, stroked it and said, "Now that, as they say, is an ass that could make grown men weep – and long to fuck it."

Miguel sank to his knees behind Tommy and slowly pulled down the leotard to reveal the perfect white globes of the ice-skater butt. "Oh, shit ... fucking beautiful, man." He bent forward and buried his face between the cheeks, licking the soft fuzz of blond fur round the hole, then pushing his tongue deep inside.

Then he twisted the gymnast round so his rock-hard cock was level with Miguel's face. "Yeah, thought so," he grinned seeing the gossamer thread of pre-cum stretching from it. He poked out his tongue and licked the thread, playing with it, stretching it longer and longer. Then he pulled the leotard all the way down and off over his feet.

He stood up behind Tommy, pressed his chest against his back, and stared over his shoulder at the naked gymnast in the mirror. "One problem is, boy, that I did not like your high and mighty attitude at the hotel – especially the way you treated those young waiters. So this is for them."

Miguel pulled away, stared down at the bubble butt ... and slapped it hard, across one cheek then the other, making them bounce under the blows and making the bound jock howl in pain. "There, that was for all the guys you ever humiliated. What do you say, Tommy?"

Breathing heaving he stammered, "Thank you, sir."

"Good. Now I guess you wanna feel my dick in your ass. Well, all in good time. But see, when I fuck a gorgeous stud like you I want him good and ready, well primed. And there's one way to do that. My secret weapon. Eddie, get your ass over here."

Surprised, Eddie scrambled to his feet and ran to Miguel. "OK, kiddo, here's the deal. See, when I fuck a guy, most likely he's gonna bust his nuts real soon, and I don't want that. I want the guy to be drained before I enter him ... his ass is more sensitive after that ... hurts a bit more. You know what I mean?'

"Absolutely, sir. Before Hassan fucks me he usually wants me to ..." He froze on Miguel's warning look. "Sorry, sir."

"Eddie, I don't wanna hear you talk. I want you to make this gorgeous jock here bust his load. He won't wanna cum yet, he'll resist, but can you make him cum anyway?"

Eddie's eyes opened wide. "Duh. Is the Pope Catholic?"

Miguel smiled. "OK, I believe you, Eddie. Get to work."

Eddie knelt in front of Tommy and looked up at him. "Sorry dude, but I gotta do this. Master's orders." He leaned forward and let the gymnast's cock slide all the way down his throat. Miguel watched with satisfaction as Tommy's naked body shuddered, he groaned, "No, please ..." and his head fell back as Eddie's expert mouth worked its magic.

Miguel stood in front of the writhing gymnast and watched for a while, stroking the bulge in his swim trunks. "Feels good, eh Tommy? Eddie is the absolute best. But there's something I want you to see. You're not the only guy around here who can turn guys on just by showing off his body. Watch this."

He loosened the waist of his shorts and let them drop to the floor. His huge cock sprang out as stiff and solid as a forearm and Tommy gasped. Miguel jumped up, grabbed the chin bar above him and hung there for a moment, his naked, muscled body stretched on glorious display for Tommy's benefit. Then he pulled himself up at the start of a series of chin-lifts.

"No," Tommy groaned again as he felt his cock pulsing in Eddie's mouth and he could not take his eyes off the dark, handsome Latino, his rugged features grimacing with effort, his darkly stubbled jaw clenched hard. His shoulders and biceps bulged, his chest and abs flexed and his legs flailed as the powerful muscle-god strained to pull himself up to the bar again and again.

Tommy knew he was lost. Either the sensation of Eddie's mouth working his cock or the sight of Miguel displaying his magnificent body in a spectacle of muscular strength – either one of them alone would be enough to make him cum. But both together ... he didn't stand a chance as Miguel panted, "OK, Eddie ... do it now."

"No, please," Tommy groaned. "Please sir, don't make me cum ... I wanna get fucked, sir. I wanna feel your dick in my ass ... I want it so bad, I ... oh no ... fuck ... fuck ... aaagh!" His body writhed, his head thrashed from side to side and his cock exploded deep in Eddie's throat."

Eddie swallowed hard, then pulled back and jumped to his feet as Miguel dropped down from the bar and wrapped his arms round the boy. "Eddie, I can always count on you. That was perfect. Hey, maybe one day soon your hunky Marine and I can hook up and work you over together. How's that sound?"

"Like a big fat slice of heaven, sir," Eddie grinned.

"Good. Now leave me alone with the Golden Boy here. He and I have some unfinished business." Eddie scampered back to Zack while Darius still circled discreetly with his camera. Miguel walked over to Tommy who now hung limply from the ropes, his head bowed in submission to the man he had craved for so long.

Miguel put his hand under his chin and lifted up his tear stained face. He smiled, grabbed the young jock's head and brushed their lips together, gently at first but building into a frenzied tongue-searching kiss. He pulled back and said, "I had to drain your dick, Tommy, before I fucked you. I needed to knock that arrogance and defiance out of you, to show you who the master is. I need a hot athlete like you to submit to me completely before I fuck him, so I can own his ass. Like right now I own yours, don't I?"

"Yes, sir."

"And I'll tell you a secret. When I used to see you at the hotel, a couple of times I too went off and beat my meat thinking about you. I knew you were a gymnast and fantasized on watching you go through your routine like you just did. Then I would imagine tying tie you up, stretch that beautiful body, like I just did ... and then fuck you in the ass ... just like I'm gonna do now."

He picked up a jar of lube from a bench, dipped his fingers in it and pushed them in Tommy's ass, making him groan in anticipation. Then he lubed up his cock, stood behind Tommy and said, "Look at that beautiful muscle-jock in the mirror, boy. He's tied up, helpless, and his perfect ass is gonna get fucked by a hot Hispanic top-man. Here it comes, boy – what you've wanted for years."

Miguel eased his cock between the flawless cheeks of his ass and watched Tommy's face in the mirror as he slowly pushed in deeper and deeper. "Oh yeah, thank you sir. Oh fuck, that feels so good, sir. Your cock feels so hot inside me. Fuck me, sir, my ass is yours, yeaaah!"

Miguel wrapped his arms round the muscular chest from behind and clamped his hands over the mounds of the gymnast's pecs while he fucked his ass harder and faster, then slowed down and massaged the tender membrane with his shaft, pausing, teasing, before pounding it again. "Man, that is one spectacular ass," he groaned. "Shit you're a great fuck, just like I knew you would be."

They gazed at each other in the mirror and, after all the preamble and foreplay, finally relaxed together in the special union of two beautiful men making love. The other three men in the room stroked their cocks, enthralled by the sight of the handsome jock athlete getting his ass ploughed by the swarthy muscle-god Latino.

After a long, sensuous fuck Miguel suddenly pulled out and said, "Not like this, Tommy, you're too good for this." Quickly he untied his hands, put his hands round his waist and laid him down gently on the exercise mat. He towered over him, legs astride, stroking his cock. "This is how men like us should fuck, Tommy. This is how two men make love."

He knelt between the gymnast's legs, pushed them up high and drove his cock in his ass. He leaned forward, his shoulder pushing against Tommy's legs and braced his hands on the mat beside his face. Their faces just a couple of feet apart Miguel smiled down at him. "That's better ... now I can see into your eyes. You can touch me if you like."

In a trance now Tommy reached up and ran his hands over Miguel's chest as it rose and fell over him. "Aaah ..." he sighed. "You are so beautiful, sir ... you feel so good. And your cock feels perfect in my ass."

"I think we're gonna be good buddies from now on, Tommy. I, er, I hear you and Danny are lovers now. I like Danny a whole lot, he's a good kid. I want you to promise me to love him and never to hurt him, is that clear?"

"Yes, sir. We love each other a whole lot, sir."

"Good, and maybe one day when you two are making love you'll let me join in, eh?"

Tommy smiled for the first time. "Absolutely, sir. I know Danny would love that."

"Good." Miguel fucked harder. "Now look into my eyes, Tommy, `cos you're about to feel my jizz fill your ass." He grabbed Tommy's wrists and pinned them to the mat. "And I wanna see you cum all over that beautiful body without touching yourself. Can you do that?"

"Of course, sir. I'll do anything for you."

Standing nearby with his camera Darius pushed in closer for the money shot of the Latino's muscular body flexing, muscles rippling as his climax approached and he howled, "Yeah, here it comes boy ... I'm gonna cum in your ass." And as he felt Miguel's jizz pour inside him, the gymnast, pinned to the mat, jerked and writhed, blond hair flailing over his face, and his cock erupted in streams of white juice that rose high and splashed down on his face, neck and body.

They gazed at each other for a long time, then Miguel pulled slowly out and got to his feet. Darius's camera pushed in close on the swarthy Hispanic face, then panned down the length of his heaving, naked body, past the cock dripping with cum, then moved down to the homoerotic image of the blond gymnast, his sculpted face and muscled body splashed with his own semen.

Darius held his closing shot for several long seconds, then yelled, "Cut! ... And that, guys, is definitely a wrap."

Applause rang out from Zack and Eddie who had both jerked off as they watched the gymnast get ploughed by the Hispanic stud. They got up and Zack grinned at Miguel. "Fucking spectacular, buddy. Made me shoot a massive load. Can't wait to tangle with you again tonight."

Darius and Eddie were kneeling by the exhausted Tommy. "Dude," Darius said, "you are a fucking star." He held up his camera. "The guys are gonna go apeshit when they watch this." Eddie's eyes sparkled. "Damn right. Dude, we'll arrange a screening and you can make a celebrity guest appearance. You'll be mobbed."

When they joined Steve, Lloyd and Hassan by the pool it was obvious what had happened and Steve put his arm round Tommy to make sure he was OK. Tommy's glowing smile answered for him. Their earlier lively conversation resumed as they lounged round the pool, but Zack noticed that Miguel was not joining in as much as before. He seemed pensive and Zack said, "Hey buddy, you're the star of the show, so why the brooding look? Something worrying you?"

"Yeah, Zack. I gotta go out for a while and do something – something I should have taken care of some time ago. Er, Darius, do you know if Randy is at the house or at work?"

"Yeah, I do. I called Pablo a while ago and they're both working together at the construction site. They'll be there probably until dark."

"Good, then I'm off. Don't worry, guys, I won't be gone long. No problems, no fights, just a little cleaning up to do. Love you guys."

At the tribe's house the twins were working in their kitchen as usual when they were surprised to see Miguel come through the gate and look around apprehensively, so they went out to meet him. Miguel brightened when he saw their smiling faces.

"Oh, hi guys. I, er, didn't want to interrupt your afternoon but I was wondering if, er, if Bob was around. I know I'm pretty much the black sheep around here and I'll quite understand if he refuses to see me. But I would like to talk to him if possible."

"I'll check, sir," Kevin smiled. He walked a short distance away and had a quick conversation on his cell phone. He came back smiling. "It's fine, sir. Bob is in his office and told us to bring you up there."

Nervously Miguel followed them up to the master suite, Kyle knocked on the door and they all went in. Bob looked up from his desk with a smile. He was barefoot, as always, in his usual blue jeans and V-neck white T-shirt over his muscular torso. Miguel's cock stiffened in his shorts, which was the last thing he wanted.

"Miguel," Bob said. "Surprised to see you here." He grinned mischievously. "What, did Steve throw you out already?"

"No," Miguel chuckled awkwardly, "nothing like that. Things are going great up at his place. But I ... I wanted to talk to you, Bob. Thanks for agreeing to see me."

Bob turned to the twins. "Guys, would you mind bringing up tea and some sandwiches ... or would you like something stronger, Miguel?"

"No, no, tea would be fine, Bob."

"Actually," Kevin said, "We were just putting a tray together ... anticipating your needs as always, sir," he smiled playfully. "So tea for two it is, sir. Five minutes."

They left and Miguel shifted uneasily. "Bob, I feel guilty because I should have come to see you much earlier. See, I want to apologize to you for what I did with Randy and for all the trouble I've caused you. I behaved so thoughtlessly that I know you'll find it hard to forgive me, but I just wanted you to know you are the last man in the world I would want to hurt."

Bob smiled warmly. "Thank you for saying that, Miguel. I appreciate it a lot and I'm glad for this opportunity to talk as I think we have quite a lot to discuss. Randy and I are still keeping our distance, but I have plans for that situation too. So sit down, Miguel, and make yourself comfortable. Tea will be here shortly."

Miguel did as directed and as he sat next to Bob on the couch he felt his body warmth, felt his dark brown eyes on him and saw the contours of his torso under his T-shirt. Again he felt his cock get hard in his shorts and thought to himself, `Damn, that mustn't happen. Absolutely not'.

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 374

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