A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 380 By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 380 – "TYLER's INITIATION INTO A MAN'S WORLD"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

The shy newcomer Tyler longs to become the boy of the hot young mechanic Pablo. Dr. Steve suggests, "He's new to all this so first he needs to witness all the scenes these guys get into." Tyler's initiation includes watching the twins making love to each other – the cop Mark fucking his blond jock Jamie – and Eddie servicing his Marine, Hassan. Then Pablo says, "Now, there's one more thing I gotta do to you, boy." _____________________________________________________________________

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

The four senior men of the tribe – Randy, Bob, Mark and Zack – had decided to take their boys out of town for a weekend of rest and relaxation in the sprawling Palm Springs house of their old friend Uncle Mike and his boy Larry.

Zack had also brought his new man, the Latino musclehunk Miguel, to meet Mike for the first time. Mike looked him over and said, "So, Miguel, rumor has it that you caused quite a mess of trouble when you first came to town, falling in lust with a certain shit-kicking gypsy we won't mention," but with a sideways grin at Randy.

"I understand you guys have pretty much put the problem to bed. But see, out here I always feel kinda responsible for these guys ... comes from being an opinionated old taskmaster who's been around the block a few too many times." Mike grinned roguishly. "Plus, you should know that my core fantasy has always been watching a good-looking, sculpted muscle-god such as yourself getting dominated by another top – especially if that top is an arrogant young buck out to prove his manhood.

That young buck turned out to be Pablo, the adopted son of the leader Randy, who had grown into a handsome young stud in his own right and now worked, usually shirtless, as the construction company's head mechanic. And so Mike got his wish. In a homoerotic ritual initiation Miguel was tied to a tree and butt-fucked by Pablo, while Mike's own boy Larry sucked Miguel's dick.

It was quite a scene, and caused multiple orgasms among the watching men. But there was one spectator they knew nothing about. Hearing a crack and a cry of pain Pablo ran to the trees, dived into the bushes, and hauled out by the scruff of his neck a freckle-faced boy in a torn T-shirt, trembling with fear.

Under Pablo's stern questioning the boy, Tyler, confessed he had been watching the scene from a tree until the branch broke and he fell. But he had seen enough to become totally infatuated with Pablo, who made him take Miguel's place tied to the tree. Then, shirtless in beltless jeans, Pablo had cock-teased the boy, flaunting his muscular body until Tyler, body-worshipping the hot young jock, creamed his shorts.

Later, when they were alone, Pablo asked, "So, you see a lot of action around here, kid?" I mean sex ... as in fucking, sucking, that kinda stuff."

Tyler blushed deeply. "Well, not exactly, sir, except watching it on videos."

"Yeah, but when you're with guys, what do you ...? You do have sex with guys, don't you?"

Another deep blush. "No, sir."

"What, never? You've never fucked, sucked, anything like that?" Tyler shook his head and Pablo muttered, "Jesus Christ, the kid's a virgin." Then out loud. "OK then, I might as well give you your first lesson in how to service a master. On your knees, boy."

What followed was an elaborate and detailed lesson on how to suck a man's dick. Tyler was a fast learner and ended up gulping down the warm jizz of this hot young mechanic he idolized.

Pablo invited Tyler and his dog Millie to spend the afternoon at Mike's with the tribe, and pretty soon Pablo's lover, the black leatherboy Darius, wanted his share of the action. He grinned roguishly at Pablo, "Dude, if you wanna move things along faster you should just throw the kid in the deep end, see if he sinks or swims.

Pablo agreed so Darius said to Tyler, "Kid, my lover Pablo and me are gonna get our rocks off together, and you're gonna watch how two real alpha males fuck. Tell me, those videos you got ... any of them have any leather action?"

"Yes, sir, quite a few. They're my favorites."

"Good answer. So you'll understand what I'm gonna do next. See, when you watch Pablo and me you're gonna want to jerk off, for sure, and we can't have that." He made the boy strip naked, sit in a chair, and tied his wrists behind him. "I've tied you tight but it's what we call a safety knot. You tug on this end hanging here and you're free. But we hope you won't do that. All you have to do is watch, `cos my man here is gonna get it good – doggy style."

It was the most pornographic sight the boy had ever seen as Darius knelt behind Pablo who was on all fours facing Tyler. In a daze Tyler watched Darius push his massive ten-inch black shaft into his ass. He wanted to look away but found himself mesmerized by the incredible sight of the massive rod disappearing in his hero's ass. .

Tyler had never seen anything sexier in his life ... it was pornographic ... but hotter than any video he had ever seen. He wanted desperately to touch Pablo's sensational body as it got fucked, but Darius had warned against using the safety cord to get free.

The breaking point came when Pablo raised his head and howled, his mouth sagging open as he met the eyes of the boy tied to the chair. That was it ... Tyler didn't care if he broke the rules. He tugged at the dangling end of the rope and felt it unravel and fall away. He rose from the chair and knelt on the edge of the bed, pointing his shuddering cock at Pablo's face.

Pablo pushed his open mouth forward and clamped it round Tyler's cock, swallowing it to the back of his throat. Tyler was spinning into delirium. His hero, the muscle-jock he had earlier worshipped, was sucking his cock, getting spit roasted by the leather boy and ... and himself.

He almost lost his nerve until Darius flashed a dazzling smile at him and said, "Awesome, dude ... just what I wanted. I love this man, kiddo, and you have to love him too. Come on, boy, let's finish him off. You ready?"

"Yes, sir," Tyler yelled. "Yesss!" He watched Darius fuck like a black stallion, then Tyler looked down at the dark, handsome face sucking his cock and heard Darius yell, "Do it, boy ... now!" Tyler screamed as his cock blasted his load in the mechanic's mouth, and he felt the throat muscles clench round his cock, swallowing his cum. Darius poured his jizz in his lover's ass while Pablo's cock erupted in a stream of cum that pooled on the bed beneath him.

It took a while for them to calm down, but eventually Darius and Pablo were kneeling side by side on the bed gazing at Tyler, who stood fearfully before them, head bowed, hands behind his back, waiting for their verdict. He felt he had done wrong by freeing himself, had disobeyed them, and trembled in anticipation of his fate.

So he was surprised to hear Darius say, "Awesome, dude. Fucking great for a rookie. What d'ya think buddy. You think he'll do?"

Pablo locked eyes with Tyler for a few seconds, then a gleaming smile spread over his exotic Mestizo face. He reached forward and ran a hand lightly over Tyler's face and neck. "I think ... I think Tyler here is gonna do fine, Darius. The kid is gonna do just fine."

******************** CHAPTER 380 *********************

Tyler was still dazed after such a stunning three-way sexual initiation and he felt even more awestruck when he found himself pulled into the shower by Pablo and Darius and ordered to soap them down. Standing between the two muscle-jocks – one a handsome Mestizo, the other a black leatherman – Tyler had a sense he had died and gone to heaven.

In the shower he had a permanent erection but Pablo decreed, "No more sex for you, boy – not yet anyway. You've got work to do." When they were dressed Darius went out to join the others while Pablo took Tyler to the kitchen where the twins were hard at work cooking dinner.

The twins, wearing their customary chefs' hats, looked up and smiled as Pablo brought the boy in. They knew, of course, that Pablo and Darius had taken him to the bedroom, and the twins' fertile (and accurate) imagination did the rest. Being Bob's boys they were on the same senior level as Randy's boy Pablo, and he treated them with affection and respect.

"Hey, guys," Pablo grinned, "I want you to meet Tyler. He's joining us for dinner but I want to put him to work, helping you to serve it. Kid, you think you'd be any good at serving food?"

"In the past I sometimes waited tables part-time in a coffee shop out here, sir."

"Great, you're hired. If I leave him in your hands, guys – just tell him what you want him to do?"

"Just leave it to us, Pablo," Kyle said, and Kevin added, "Thank you for volunteering, Tyler. We're glad of the help."

Pablo looked sternly at the new boy. "Right now the twins are you bosses, kid. You do exactly what they tell you, make me proud of you. Think you can handle it?"

"Yes, sir. Definitely, sir."

"Good. Hmm, now let's see ... so far I've taught you how to suck cock and how to have your own dick sucked. But one of the things we ain't done yet is this. Pablo curled his hand round the back of Tyler's head, pulled his face toward him and clamped their mouths together in a hard, churning kiss, pushing his tongue in hard and breathing warm air in his mouth.

Taken by surprise the boy inhaled sharply and found himself breathing in the same air as the man he idolized. His body shuddered, and so did his cock, and he would have creamed his shorts again if Pablo had not suddenly pulled away. Tyler staggered backward and slumped against the kitchen counter, his mouth still sagging open.

"And that guys," Pablo said to the twins, "amazing as it seems, is the first time our new friend here has ever kissed a man. Don't worry, boy, that goes on a lot round here and there's a lot more where that came from."

"Congratulations, Tyler," Kyle said. "And welcome to the kissing booth," Kevin chuckled.

"Right," Pablo said, "I'm gonna leave you to the twins' tender mercies. I need a drink."

The twins knew why Pablo had brought Tyler in to help them, and were pleasantly surprised by the move. Pablo instinctively knew that putting Tyler to work serving all the men at dinner was a sure way of giving him confidence and making him feel like part of the team.

So they got right down to business. "OK, Tyler," Kyle said, "we're kinda up against it `cos it'll be dinner for 12, including you. We run a tight ship in the kitchen so you should wear this ..." he handed him a white bib-apron ... "and this ..." producing a chef's hat. "You gotta look the part."

Nervously Tyler put on the apron and, clumsily, the hat. Kevin reached up, pulled the hat to the side at a jaunty angle and smiled, "Perfect – to the manner born." Now, first we want you to empty the dishwasher. We've washed all the plates and they need to be stacked on this food cart, along with the cutlery and glasses. Then you'll wheel them out to the big table Larry and Jamie have set up in the garden.

Tyler set to work eagerly and, as Pablo had intended, working with the twins helped him relax and feel part of the team. As he watched them moving expertly around the kitchen he plucked up the courage to ask, "Are you always the cooks, sirs?"

He saw them stiffen and knew he had said something wrong. "We are the tribe's chefs, certainly," said Kyle loftily. "We don't cook short-order coffee shop food ... the tribe has come to expert gourmet food from us." Tyler blushed deeply and mumbled, "Sorry, sir ... I didn't know."

"And how could you?" Kevin spoke kindly, putting an arm round his shoulder. "I remember it took Kyle and me ages to get used to the tribe and its rituals. We made tons of mistakes. So don't worry. If ever you feel confused about anything you can always ask us. We know pretty much all there is to know about the tribe and how it works."

"Thank you, sir," Tyler said with relief. He loaded up the cart with plates, cutlery and glasses, took a deep breath, and wheeled them out to the garden. The men were lounging around on the grass and on chaises and Zack whooped, "Hey, guys, will you look at that! Great outfit dude ... you're shaping up to be a class act."

Tyler blushed deeply at being the center of attention and glanced nervously at Pablo who gave him a smiling thumbs up. As Tyler began to set the twelve places at table Bob murmured quietly to Pablo, "That was a good call, Pablo, putting the boy to work. Just what he needs right now – give him some confidence."

Randy threw Bob a complacent smile. "Told you, so, buddy. My boy has all the instincts of a natural master. A chip off the old block." Then he yelled, "Hey, kid, we're getting low on beer here. One thing you should know about me ... if I run out of beer I can get real mean."

"Yes, sir. Right away, sir."

Tyler stopped setting the table and ran back to the kitchen. Kyle laughed when he heard what Randy had said. "Yeah, that's Randy all right – always knows what he wants, and always gets it. He can look intimidating, real fierce, but the big gypsy's bark is worse than his bite." Kevin added, "And I tell you this, he is fiercely protective of boys like you. If an outsider ever hurts you he'll beat the guy to a pulp. There's cold beer in the fridge ... better get it out to him pronto."

He took the beer to Randy who grinned, "Thanks, kiddo. Everyone treating you OK are they?"

"Yes thank you, sir. May I get back to the table, sir?"

"You better if we're ever gonna eat dinner ... I'm fucking starved." A dazzling smile lit his chiseled features. "By the way, kid, that hat looks good on you. Makes you look like one of the crew."

Tyler blushed with pleasure. Coming from Randy it was the best compliment he could have had.

Half an hour later everyone was seated at table, with Mike at the head and Larry at the foot as co-hosts. Tyler was sitting between Pablo and Darius, still feeling dazed at the way his day had turned out. Conversations crisscrossed the table loud and fast and, although he remained mostly silent Tyler was thrilled to be in the company of these extraordinary men and sitting next to Pablo, their legs touching, which gave him a permanent erection.

When Darius engaged him in conversation Tyler turned away from Pablo, who took the opportunity for a quiet word with Bob sitting on his other side. "I'm impressed, Pablo, with the way you're handling this," Bob said. "Full marks."

"Thank you, sir, but I'm not sure where to take it from here. I mean, he's still real fragile and, hell, to go from that solitary little room of his to this tough crowd is quite a leap."

"You're right ... it's tricky," Bob mused. "You know, there is one guy you could turn to for advice ... Dr. Steve. As Randy's brother and the tribe's shrink so I'm sure he could give you suggestions ... though knowing the good doctor they might not be what you expect," Bob chuckled. "Why don't you call him now? I'm sure he wouldn't mind being interrupted."

Not only did Steve not mind, he was half expecting the call. "Hey, Pablo, I guess you're calling about the new boy."

"How did you know, sir?"

"Oh, I know all about it, word travels fast. Jamie called Brandon who told Danny who gossiped to Tommy who described it all to Lloyd and me. Hell, I don't need to tell you how the grapevine works in this crowd, kid. The news is all over the place.

"So let me guess where you're at right now. The kid dropped in on you guys when he fell out of a tree watching you. A case of when the bough breaks the cradle will fall', right? Cos I understand he's real timid and lives a solitary life. A kid like that you gotta handle carefully, it's a lot for him to take in. What have you done with him so far?"

"Well, doc, I showed him how to suck dick and made him watch Darius and me getting it on. Darius calls that throwing him in at the deep end."

"And how did he react?"

"It was amazing, Steve. Darius had tied him to a chair and he watched like he was in a trance, but then he got free and I ended up sucking his dick while Darius butt-fucked me. It was unreal ... I was getting spit-roasted by Darius and this kid who had only been here a few hours."

"Yeah but that's a good sign. It tells me that, limited as his life has been, the kid isn't turned off by what you guys get up to – far from it. Seems Darius's idea of the deep end paid off. And I think what he needs is more of that – open his eyes to all the fucking and sucking that goes on there and see his reaction. Like a kid in a candy store who gets to eat all the candy he wants ... some kids will get sick and throw up, and others just want more and more."

"Should I ask him to stay the night, doc?"

"Sure, give him a long leash, a free run of the place. Make it clear to him that he's free to watch other guys and can cum as much as he wants. Keep an eye on him and call me tomorrow."

Pablo grinned, "Like the doc always says, `take two aspirins and call me in the morning,' eh?"

"Something like that," Steve laughed, "only if anyone needs aspirins it'll be your boy Tyler."

As Pablo shut off the phone the group was distracted by excited barking coming from Billy and Tyler's dog Millie who were racing round the garden chasing each other. That gave Pablo the opening he needed and he pulled Tyler aside for a quiet word.

"Looks like our dogs are hitting it off well. They'd probably like to spend more time together and I'm thinking the same might go for you too. How do you feel about spending the night here? It's a pretty full house so you'd have to sleep with Darius and me."

"Really sir?" The boy's eyes were sparkling. "Yes please, sir. I would love that."

"Good, and there's another thing ... here's what I want. You know how you watched Darius and me fuck? I want you to do more of that with the other guys too, so you really get to know the tribe. Call it an initiation. You have my permission to watch and do whatever comes up ... and you can bust your load as often as you want, too. Then you report back to me, got it?"

"I ... I think so, sir. But, sir, when I fell out of that tree you got mad and called me a Peeping Tom. So won't the other men get mad if ...?"

"Nah, guys round here are pretty free and easy about sex. They don't care if other dudes watch ... mostly they get off on it. OK, it's about time for you to help the twins clear away dinner."

"Yes, sir. Thank you." Tyler's head was spinning so he made an effort to focus on his task. As he stacked dishes on the cart he saw Pablo chatting to the twins and heard Kyle laugh, "Sounds like a plan, dude."

Tyler enjoyed working with the twins. They were fun, easy-going and above all totally self-confident, which came, he supposed, from being Bob's boys. That was the very opposite of his own insecurity and shyness, and he wondered fleetingly whether, if Pablo ever chose someone as his boy, that guy would learn the same kind of confidence.

Another thing that was so fascinating about being with the twins was that they were not only gorgeous, they were equally and identically gorgeous, not only in physical looks but movement, gestures and body language. Of course Tyler had a stiff boner in his shorts all the time. He had also noticed that the brothers seemed to communicate simply by looking at each other, and he noticed another such exchange of glances now.

"Tyler, we really appreciate the help you have given us," Kyle said. "Yeah," Kevin agreed. "Usually we have the junior boys like Eddie, Brandon and Ben to help us. We call them the `three amigos' and you may get to meet them. Don't worry about being shy with them because Eddie will talk so fast you won't be able to get a word in sideways anyway."

It was still only mid evening and Kyle said, "Er, the guys out in the garden seem pretty well set up with coffee, drinks, and the remains of dessert, so we usually take a breather after all this work and go to our room ..." "...to relax for half an hour or so," Kevin added, with their usual habit of completing each other's sentences. "We thought you might like to share coffee or a brandy with us after you've worked so hard."

"Er, yes, I ..." He hesitated at first but remembered what Pablo had said about getting to know all the guys, so, "Sure, thank you, sirs. I would like that."

"Oh, and there's no reason to call us `sir'," Kevin smiled. "After working so closely together we think of you as one of us ... buddies. OK, let's go to our room."

A few minutes later they were in the guest room, the twins sitting on the bed drinking brandy, and Tyler in an armchair nursing a coffee. They made small-talk for a while, mostly about the boys back in L.A., but it soon became clear, even to Tyler, that what the twins called `taking a breather and relaxing' involved more than just small talk.

The twins were sitting shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh, wearing their usual white T-shirts and white shorts. Tyler had finally learned how to tell which twin was which, and as they chatted Kyle idly stroked Kevin's thigh. Tyler was surprised but thought it was simply their way of relaxing, a kind of massage after work.

But that idea was shattered by what came next. They turned to face each other, smiled ... and kissed each other! `On the lips!' Tyler thought, his eyes wide open with something close to shock. That can't be, he thought – brother kissing brother?"

Sensing him stirring the twins broke apart and Kevin smiled at him. "Oh of course, this must come as a surprise to you. Surprises everyone when they first see it but the tribe is used it by now. We've always been really close and share everything – after work, in bed, everything."

"We would love you to stay and watch, Tyler," Kyle said. "You don't have to, of course, but we kind of like an audience – gives things an edge." Tyler remembered Darius using exactly the same words, and he again recalled that Pablo had given him permission to watch whatever came up. But it wasn't just obedience to Pablo. Staring at the beautiful young twins, wondering how far they would go, he was rooted to the spot.

"Good," Kevin said. "So just sit back, relax and enjoy the show. A drink or two often helps, so pour yourself a brandy."

A moment later he was having another of those surreal moments, one of many that day, this time sitting in a chair, sipping brandy and watching two gorgeous identical twins make love to each other. Making love?! Was that possible? Was it even ...? He didn't know what it was – but it sure looked hot as they stood up, faced each other, pulled off each other's T-shirts, unzipped each other's shorts and stroked each other's ripped body.

Then they kissed again, wrapped their arms round each other and sank down on the bed naked, rolling over and over, kissing, licking ... and laughing with joy. What had at first seemed unnatural to Tyler quickly became the most natural thing in the world, a celebration of love in its purest essence, one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen.

Tyler assumed it would end there, just two boys enjoying each other's body, maybe a quick jerk-off at the end. But he underestimated their passion. He watched spellbound as Kevin lay on his back and Kyle knelt between his legs smiling down at his brother. Kyle reached for a jar of lube and, again, Tyler assumed he would use it to jerk off over his twin.

But all his preconceived ideas vanished when Kyle raised Kevin's legs and pressed his lubed dick between his ass cheeks. Tyler was stunned. He was going to fuck his brother in the ass!

His astonishment was heightened by the fact that, apart from his porn videos, Tyler had only ever seen two actual men get fucked, and both of those were in the last few hours. He had watched from the tree as Pablo had butt-fucked the rugged Hispanic Miguel. And then he had gazed in awe at Darius fucking Pablo with his massive ten-inch rod.

He held his breath now as he saw Kyle's cock slide easily inside his twin. Their looks of pure ecstasy were identical, as was everything else about them. The only thing different was that one was on top, the other underneath. Without thinking Tyler pulled his cock out of his shorts and stroked it as he watched mesmerized.

Now on his second brandy he shook his head to clear it, to clear the double-vision fantasy ... was it two men or one man making love to his mirror image, or was the brandy making him hallucinate? But it was no hallucination, it was real ... one gorgeous young man giving his ass to his twin. So he drained the glass and did what the twins had asked him to do ... he sat back, relaxed and enjoyed the show.

And it defied all his expectations. He thought Kyle would cum in his brother's ass, but just when it was clear both were reaching their climax Kyle suddenly pulled out and they skillfully switched positions. It was done with such precision that if Tyler had blinked he might have thought it was still Kyle on top.

And so he had the excitement of watching the same show repeated, the lubing of the cock, legs over shoulders, easing the greased pole into a brother's ass. And it was not only a visual union, a double image, it was a blending of two gentle souls, two identical men who thought alike, synchronized each movement, experienced the same joy and shared the same passion.

Seeing their smiling eyes fix on each other, Tyler knew they were speaking to each other in that voiceless language they shared. And, as he watched the two flawless bodies move in unison Tyler knew they were reaching their climax at exactly the same moment. Except that they didn't. One thing he had not known was what their eyes were saying to each other.

They had decided to treat their new guest to a special welcome, one only they could provide. Kevin suddenly pulled out, they got off the bed and walked toward Tyler, two glorious naked twins, their rigid cocks pointing toward him. They stopped a few feet from his face and Kevin said, "We like you a lot Tyler and we think you would be a good addition to the tribe."

"Of course," Kyle added, "that is Pablo's decision to make, but our opinion, low-key as it is, usually seems to carry a lot of weight." Kevin took over. "Please, Tyler, put your hands behind you as if they are tied. We don't want you to touch yourself. You see, in our quiet way, we have our own kind of initiation. It's very simple ... not as showy or public as the others, but effective we think. It goes something like this."

Tyler linked his hands behind his back and stared up in a trance at the two identically beautiful young men towering over him. They reached across each other, grasped each other's cock and stroked it. In a flawless act of mutual masturbation the twins said in unison, "Welcome to our world, Tyler." He gasped as he saw, a split second before he felt, two streams of cum spurt from the cocks and splash into his face.

Instinctively he opened his mouth and drank, gulped down the two streams of musky semen as his own cock shuddered and erupted in cum that splashed down at the feet of the smiling twins.

As Tyler panted before them Kevin said with a conspiratorial smile. "Of course, that's just our opinion ..." "... but as we said," Kyle added, "we are Bob's boys so our opinion does seem to carry quite a lot of weight."

It sure did. When the trio emerged from the kitchen and rejoined the group in the garden it was immediately obvious to all what had happened. Most of them had enjoyed similar erotic, double-vision experiences with the twins in the past. Randy, never the soul of discretion (and even less restrained than usual after several brandies) was of course the one to yell out, "Hey, kid, by the looks of that cum on your face you just got a sample of brotherly love. How was it?"

"It ... it was ..." Tyler blushed deeply and instinctively looked for guidance to Pablo who grinned broadly and nodded encouragement. "It was excellent, sir," Tyler said.

Pablo pulled him down beside him, kissed him on the cheek and noisily licked some of the cum off it. "Mm-mm good," he laughed. "I recognize the taste ... that's our twins. Thanks, guys."

The twins gave their best Mona Lisa smile and Kyle said, "Tyler was great ... we think he's a keeper." Kevin added, "You made a good choice."

For a moment Pablo felt a pang of resentment at being upstaged by the twins giving their approval for one of his choices. But that was a spark of the old, quick-to-anger Pablo. He had grown up since then and now buried the unworthy impulse and smiled broadly, "Dude, I think Tyler chose me!"

"OK, then, he chose well – same thing," Kyle laughed. But underneath the light badinage everyone present knew what had just happened. The twins had given their seal of approval to the new boy. And now it was Bob's turn to smile smugly at Randy.

"By the way, Pablo," Kyle said, "Tyler was so helpful with dinner this evening, and you did say he was staying the night here, so could you give your permission for him to help us with breakfast in the morning? It won't be too early of a start as it's Sunday."

A question like that would normally have gone directly to the boy concerned, but the twins knew the protocol here – senior to senior – and they were also subtlely reinforcing the notion of Tyler being Pablo's boy. When the twins took charge they acted with great finesse.

"What d'you think, kiddo?" Pablo asked him. "Can you handle breakfast?"

"Yes, sir, absolutely," Tyler said smartly, eager to show his worth and his obedience to Pablo.

Shortly after that the party broke up at last and the men drifted off to their respective guestrooms. Finding himself again in the room of Pablo and Darius, Tyler had an attack of nerves at the prospect of spending the whole night here.

Pablo saw him trembling and said, "Now listen kid, you've gotta get over this shyness thing ... we don't bite, ya know. Oh sure you'll make mistakes, but no big deal. I'll just slap you around a bit is all." Pablo was about as subtle as his caveman dad Randy. "Hey, Darius, make young Tyler feel at home, why don't ya?"

Darius's ebony features lit up with a gleaming smile, he pulled Tyler's face toward him and pressed his full lips hard against his mouth in a churning kiss. When he finally pulled back Tyler stammered, "Th ... thank you sir."

"No sweat, kid. Now get your clothes off and let's hit the sack."

Tyler looked at Pablo. "Do you want me to sleep on the floor, sir?"

Pablo winced. "Hell no. What d'you think we are here, cavemen?" Darius sputtered, barely stifling a laugh. "No," Pablo said, "you sleep between us. No sex, though. I'm bushed. It's been a long day and I'm shit-faced on brandy."

Tyler hesitated again. "With all that ... that cum on me I expect you want me to shower first, sir."

"Hell, kid, if every guy in this tribe showered every time he got splashed with jizz we'd go through so much water we'd bring on another California drought. Just get the fuck in bed."

And so a few minutes later Tyler found himself naked in bed between Pablo and Darius. His mind was still reeling from the events of the day, from the minute he had fallen out of the tree. Must have been a guardian angel who made that branch break, he thought.

He wished his tension would go away now, though – a wish that was granted when Pablo, drifting off to sleep, threw his arm across him and murmured, "Hm, you feel good, boy – real good." In a few minutes Tyler surrendered to a dream-filled sleep."

Next morning Tyler woke early ... and thought he was still dreaming. The bed was a tangle of muscular limbs and he was in the middle of them. It took him a few minutes to collect his thoughts, to convince himself that he was not dreaming – and realize he had a job to do. He had to go to the kitchen – but should he wake Pablo and ask him if he could leave? He looked over to the handsome Mestizo face on the next pillow – and got an instant erection.

He decided not to wake him. He had already got permission last night to help the twins this morning, so he carefully disentangled himself and eased off the bed. As he got dressed he saw Pablo moan in his sleep, slide over to Darius and put his arm over his chest. For a moment Tyler wondered if they would have morning sex – if Pablo would fuck Darius this time – and he would have given anything to watch. But he had his orders.

When he entered the kitchen the twins were already at work. They were used to early mornings and spent a lot of their time cooking, but they were never happier than when they were in the kitchen together, doing what they liked best with the person they loved best. "Good, you're here, Tyler," Kevin said, "did you sleep well?"

Without waiting for an answer Kyle launched into full kitchen mode. "Here's the deal. There will be a brunch later today, and we hear that Hassan and Eddie will be joining us, so that'll make fourteen. But most of the guys wake up hungry and some of them come in here for a bite to eat. Others sleep in and we take a breakfast tray to their room. That's where you come in."

Tyler put on his apron and under their direction set up a big tray with coffee, juice, cereal, yoghurt, fruit, and croissants. Kyle said, "This tray is for Mark and Jamie ... it's all the things they like in the morning. They are sleeping in the pool house, the two-room bungalow you saw in the grounds. They like to be quiet, a bit apart from the crowd, and they have a lot of sex."

"Yeah, that's something to see, too," Kevin said as he chopped vegetables. "I mean, damn, a cop and a surfer, you can't beat it. Oh, of course, you didn't really speak to them much yesterday, did you? Well Mark is what we call the most beautiful motorcycle cop ever to straddle a Harley and Jamie, a tanned, blond surfer jock, is his boy. Except these days they don't think of themselves as master and boy ... more like buddies, especially fuck-buddies. See they have this kinda ritual when Mark gets home from his shift."

"Yeah," Kyle chuckled, "and even when he's not getting off work they still play out the same scene `cos Jamie loves it so much. Anyway, that's their tray and we want you to take it out to the pool house. Whatever, um, ritual they're playing out today should be over by now and they'll have worked up an appetite. So on the double, kiddo."

Tyler felt a frisson as he heard Kevin's description of Mark and Jamie, and he caught one of those fleeting glances that flashed between the twins that always seemed to mean something. He just didn't know what. He was soon to find out.

He carried the tray carefully across the big garden, past the pool to the bungalow, rested it on a table by the door and knocked. "Come in!" He pushed open the door with his foot, carried the tray in – and almost dropped it. Lying on the bed, face down on rumpled sheets was Jamie, butt naked. The muscular surfer looked so hot with his broad back, his tangled blond hair, golden tan, and tan marks that set off the white globes of his perfect ass.

He turned over and smiled mischievously, propped on his elbows. "Oh thanks, Tyler. Would you put it on that table over there for now? Then take a seat in that armchair. Mark and me have just woken up and I want you to meet him properly – see what I see every day."

Tyler was slowly suspecting that Pablo may have spread the word about wanting to him to see as much as possible of what goes on in the tribe so he would know what he was getting into. It looked like everyone was in on the conspiracy. Not that he minded. Watching another sex scene would be great. But he wasn't prepared for what came next.

His jaw dropped when the door from the other room opened and in walked a police officer – not just any officer but a tall, muscular blond motorcycle cop in full uniform – black pants with a silver stripe, tucked into high, shiny leather boots, his black shirt covering an obviously muscular torso, a triangular flash of white T-shirt at the open neck of the shirt. He recalled Kevin's phrase – `the most beautiful cop ever to straddle a Harley'.

His gasp was unheard or ignored by both men who had eyes only for each other. It was as if he were invisible to them, which he found even sexier as he was back to being the secret voyeur he had been yesterday in the trees. He tried to stay quiet, even holding his breath as he watched the cop come to the foot of the bed and stare down at the naked young jock splayed out naked on the bed beneath him.

Slowly the cop unbuttoned his shirt, revealing more of the T-shirt stretched over his chest, then pulled the shirt-tails out, shrugged off his shirt and tossed it aside. Another muffled gasp as Tyler saw the cop stripped down to his T-shirt that showed the contours of his pecs, his ripped abs, down over the long waist and cinched by the heavy leather belt at his slim waist.

Obviously the twins timing had been off (deliberately?) and the cop and his boy had not yet played out their morning ritual, which Tyler was about to witness. Spellbound he gazed at the cop who was pulling down the zip of his uniform pants, reached inside and pulled out his cock, stiff as an iron rod. Jamie hooked his hands behind his knees, pulled his legs back, offering his ass to the cop and said, "Please fuck me, officer."

"Damn right I'm gonna fuck your ass, boy. But I'll give you a break – I'll spit on it first." He launched a stream of saliva that landed between Jamie's spread cheeks, then reached down, spread the spit round the hole and pushed two fingers into it. He leaned forward, braced one hand on the bed and, with the other, stroked Jamie's face and neck. "Beautiful boy," he murmured. "So you this hot young jock wants to get butt-fucked by a cop, eh?"

"Yes, sir. Please, sir."

"Huh, so I don't even need to handcuff you ... just this. He grabbed Jamie's wrists, pinned them to the bed next to his head and watched the surfer writhe beneath him, a cop's prisoner. He pressed his dick against his hole and slowly pushed it inside. Mesmerized Tyler pulled out his own cock and stroked it, watching the cop's long shaft disappear in the surfer's ass. When Mark was deep inside, with his blond pubic hair pressed against the white mounds of Jamie's ass, Jamie murmured, "Thank you, sir. I love you, sir."

Then the fuck began and Tyler beat his meat harder as he watched the cop pound the ass of the handsome blond whose muscles rippled as his body and face thrashed from side to side. Suddenly the cop released his hold on the boy's wrists, reared back and, his hips still pounding forward, pulled is T-shirt clear off over his head.

"Aaah!" Tyler gasped at the spectacular sight of the cop, stripped to the waist, his pecs and abs flexing hard as he grabbed Jamie's ankles and pushed his legs high in the air while his rod pistoned in and out of his ass. The fantasy was too much for the boy who focused on the cop's magnificent bare chest, moaned loudly and lost a load of cum that splashed down on himself.

But again he was ignored by the cop and his boy who were now swimming in each other's eyes as the pace of the fuck picked up speed. Jamie had raised his arms and was gripping the bed posts, his stretched muscles flexing for the benefit of the police officer. "Yeah, that's it, boy, flaunt that pretty body, turn me on, make that cop bust his load inside you."

Suddenly, as if seeing Tyler for the first time, Mark turned his head and shouted, "You boy. Get your ass over here and suck my man's cock."

For a split second Tyler wasn't sure he was speaking to him and he hesitated. "I said get your fucking ass over here," the cop roared. "That's an order. On your knees by the bed and suck him off. Make him bust his nuts while I unload in his ass."

Tyler sprang into action. He jumped out of the chair, ran to the bed and knelt beside Jamie, his face level with the pounding fuck. He bent down and wrapped his mouth round Jamie's hard dick, trying to remember the lessons Pablo had given him when he made him suck his dick. He breathed through his mouth, tightened his throat muscles round the rigid shaft and sucked hard.

And right beside his face he was aware of the cop bounding the surfer's ass, so close that his pubic hair and the rough serge of his pants brushed his cheek. In his delirium he fantasized that he was sucking both their cocks and he lost every last shred of inhibition as he swallowed Jamie's cock all the way down his throat, tears running down his cheeks.

The cop was yelling, "I love you, Jamie. God I love you. Here it comes man ... I'm gonna cum in that sweet ass. Oh yeah ... fuck ... fuck ... yeaahh! His muscles tensed as he gave one last mighty thrust and his cock exploded in his boy's ass while Jamie poured his own jizz in Tyler's mouth. Tyler gulped hard, determined not to spill a drop, and was still gulping when Mark pulled his cock out and spurted the last of his juice on the boy's face.

Mark grabbed Tyler's hair and pulled his mouth off Jamie's cock. Tyler looked up, his mouth sagging open, spit and semen running down his chin, his cheeks wet with tears. The Greek God face smiled at him. "Hey there kiddo. We didn't meet properly yesterday, but now we have. What do you say, Jamie, you think he'll do for Pablo?"

"I think he'll do real well. And if Pablo's crazy enough not to take him, I sure as hell will."

As Tyler pulled up his shorts and tied his apron Jamie said, "And thanks for the breakfast tray, Tyler."

Still in a daze Tyler dredge up a phrase he had heard in restaurants he had worked at – "Bon Appetit, sirs," and stumbled to the door. He blinked as he came out into the bright morning sun and was surprised to see many of the men already sitting round the table sipping Bloody Mary's and eating omelettes being served by the twins and Larry.

"Hey, Tyler," Uncle Mike called out, "every time we see you you've got cum on your face. I guess room service to a horny cop involves a whole lot more than breakfast, eh?"

Tyler blushed yet again and looked to Pablo for help. Pablo pulled Tyler down between him and Darius and said, "Never mind their little jokes, kid. It's my opinion that counts and I say cum and freckles are a great combination."

"Sir, I've gotta tell you that I shot my load when the cop took his shirt off."

"Well of course you did – any boy with a pulse would cum seeing that. No harm done. I told you you could cum as often as you like. But listen, there's something else I gotta explain. So far you've met the men and senior boys, but I gotta make sure you get along OK with the junior boys too. Fortunately one of them is coming out from the city to join us.

"His name's Eddie and he's the boy of a hunky Marine Captain called Hassan. Seems Hassan came out yesterday to the Marine Base at Twentynine Palms near here for maneuvers or something, and he told his boy to drive out and meet him here today. I called and told Eddie to drive my truck out here `cos we'll need more wheels in case we have any extra passengers when we go back to town." He shot a meaningful look at Tyler to let that possibility sink in.

"I wanna see if you and Eddie hit it off. Don't worry, you won't have to say much – Eddie will do all the talking. He hit the road early so he'll be here soon. In the meantime why don't you jump in the pool, wash off all that cum that so many guys seem to have sprayed on your face, then come back here and have some breakfast.

While Tyler was in the pool Randy said to Pablo, "Good call, dude. Those junior boys are a pretty tight crowd – all that `three amigos' and shit – and they might resent a newcomer. So we'll see how Eddie takes to him. Under all that machine-gun chatter of his Eddie's a pretty canny kid and sizes guys up real quick. If Eddie's OK with him, the others will be too.

A while later breakfast was winding down and Tyler was in the kitchen helping Larry and the twins clean up. Suddenly there came a squeal of breaks outside, the gate crashed open and there was Eddie, his grin almost as wide as his outspread arms.

"Ta-da! The cavalry has arrived, guys, your troubles are over." He ran to the table and said to Pablo, "Dude, that truck of yours is one big muscle machine. Just driving it raised my butch factor several notches. Hassan not here yet? Still on maneuvers, eh? Never mind, I'll be ready for him. Any food left? I haven't eaten yet and I'm starved." He looked round the group. "Wow, quite a crowd eh? The cream of the cream as they say. Hell, when you lot walk into that leather bar all those guys are gonna cream in their chaps. It's like I always say ..."

"And hello to you too, Eddie," Uncle Mike grinned, holding back the tide of words gushing from the boy's mouth.

"Oh, sorry, sir, talking too much again." Eddie made a cursory gesture of zipping his lips and turning the key, then carried right on talking. "It's just that I've spent the last two hours alone in a truck with no one to talk to. So I gotta check out the latest gossip, guys. It's all over the grapevine, `cos Darius called me and filled me in and, well, you know how it goes from there. Pablo, looks like you got yourself ... and there he is!"

Tyler had just come out for the house, wearing an apron over nothing but his swim trunks. Eddie ran up to him and said, "Don't tell me, dude, you must be Tyler, just like Darius described. I'm Eddie, the Marine's boy. Hey, great outfit, dude. But let's get a good look at you." Eddie undid the apron and let it drop, then stood back and appraised the newcomer's body.

"Hmm, bit skinny, but nothing that can't be put right with a few gym sessions with Randy. Did wonders for me, see?" He flexed his biceps. "Love the freckles, dude ... guys go for that big time in a boy. Yeah ... yeah ... you'll do just fine."

Tyler held out his hand and said, "Hello, sir."

"Nah, I said you'll do fine, dude, so come here," and Eddie pulled Tyler into a warm, tight hug. Watching from the table, Bob ginned at Pablo. "I guess that clinches it, eh, buddy?"

"OK," Eddie said, "there's a whole bunch of stuff I gotta explain. Let's sit over there." He led Tyler to a small table where one of the twins had left a plate of food for him and he shoveled food into his mouth as he spoke. "See, dude, I'm what you'd call the senior of the junior boys, if that makes sense. You'll meet the others if Pablo decides you're the guy for him.

"I hope he does cuz rumor has it you know how to clean houses. See, that's what I do at the house, but me and the guys had a plan to start a business, a housekeeping service that we would advertise. But we ain't done it yet cos we don't have the manpower – we're all so busy."

He took a slug of coffee. "Anyway, now about sex. The word on the grapevine is that you've already sucked Pablo's dick, then Pablo sucked yours while Darius fucked him with that 10-inch thing, and a while ago Darius called me and told me you served breakfast to Mark and Jamie and then serviced them when the cop made you suck the surfer's cock.

"Now I'm sure you did an OK job but here's what you've got to know. I myself, Eddie, am the undisputed best cocksucker in the tribe – in the whole fucking state. With me it's an art form. I trained out here in the back room of Uncle Mike's leather bar, and I have given lessons to all the boys in the tribe. I'll do the same for you cos you abso-fucking-lutely must know how to service your master, dude. Pablo especially. If he decides to take you on you'll spend a bunch of time on your knees cos he loves to get sucked off while Darius is fucking him up the ass.

"You haven't met my big stud Marine, Hassan. When he gets home, especially when he's been on maneuvers, he's always hot and sweaty and the first thing he wants is my mouth round his cock. I give it to him good and that's why he loves me ... well, I think he loves me for a bunch of other reasons too, but ..." He was interrupted by a sound he recognized of a jeep pulling up outside. He leapt to his feet as Hassan came in and they met in the middle of the lawn.

Once again Tyler was stunned. The tall, muscle-god Marine was straight out of a porn fantasy, dressed in military fatigue pants and combat boots, a sweat-stained khaki tank-top stretched over his sculpted chest, dog-tags hanging down over it, and his shirt slung over his shoulder. He had a dark-skinned, exotic Arab/Asian look – square jaw, high cheek bones, slanted dark eyes and thick black hair. He folded his arms round Eddie and hugged him tight, and when he finally released him Eddie slid down on his knees before him.

Hassan pulled off his sweaty tank and pressed it hard against Eddie's face while the boy inhaled deeply, then he draped it round the boy's neck. Eddie grabbed Hassan's thighs, leaned forward and used his teeth to pull down the zipper of the soldier's fatigues. He buried his face in his crotch, curled his tongue round the huge cock inside and pulled it out, followed by his balls.

While Tyler watched enthralled and all the other guys observed the ritual they had seen before, Eddie first licked the low-hanging balls, then wrapped his mouth round them and pulled back, stretching the scrotum. The Marine inhaled sharply and ran his hands through the boy's hair. Then Eddie started on the cock, licking the head first. Tyler recalled Pablo telling him that the hard corona was the most sensitive part of a man's cock and he saw the soldier's shuddering reaction when Eddie licked his.

"Now eat your master's meat, boy," Hassan growled and Eddie opened his mouth wide, eased forward and let the massive shaft slide all the way down his throat. Tyler remembered how that felt when he had sucked Pablo, but he had gagged and choked so he was impressed by the way Eddie swallowed the Marine's cock without a hint of hesitation or choking. Like he had said, Eddie was a master.

What turned Tyler on the most was the macho Marine's reaction as his boy serviced him. His head flew back, then rolled from side to side, his black hair flying in his face. Stripped to the waist, his muscles flexed and his spectacular physique gleamed with sweat.

The pace quickly increased and Hassan grabbed both ends of the wet tank round Eddie's neck and jerked it forward, forcing the boy's face hard into his wiry black pubic hair and his cock even deeper down his throat.

Eddie could have gone on all day, but not so Hassan. He had been in the testosterone-heavy company of Marines in combat maneuvers – hot, sweaty and racing with adrenaline. And now Eddie was giving him much needed release – which soon came. He yelled, "Yeah, suck that Marine's cock, boy. Get ready to drink his jizz."

It was a homoerotic spectacle – the shirtless Marine Captain raising one arm high while the other hand yanked on the shirt round the boy's neck, pulling him faster and faster onto the piston ramming down his throat. The soldier's pecs and abs flexed, his face thrashed wildly and he howled, "Here it comes, boy. Drink it ... swallow your master's juice."

All the pent up tension of the Marine's combat now blasted from his cock and down the boy's throat. Eddie gulped hard, again and again, swallowing every last drop before he finally pulled off and grinned up at the man he worshipped. Hassan's chest was heaving, beads of sweat dripping from his face and running down the cleft between his pecs.

Eddie suddenly turned his head and beckoned to Tyler. After a moment's hesitation, Tyler ran uncertainly forward and Eddie pulled him down beside him. Eddie carefully touched the head of the soldier's cock with his tongue in that teasing post-orgasm action that sent a man into a pain/pleasure ecstasy. While he teased the cock Eddie pushed Tyler's face down to the balls and he sucked on them as Eddie had done.

As the boys working on him, one on his cock, the other his balls, Hassan yelled, "You're fucking milking my dick and my nuts. Damn, you're making me ... I can't take it ... fuck ... fuuuck ...!"

Hassan spurted more cum, this time straight into the faces of the two boys at his feet while they shot their own loads over the soldier's muddy boots. The crowd cheered and Eddie broke into irrepressible laughter, got to his feet and pulled Tyler up beside him. "Sir," Eddie said, "this is my new friend Tyler. He might be Pablo's new boy, probably, maybe ... it depends."

"Hey, Tyler," Hassan smiled. "Do you always go round with jizz on your face?"

"All the time," Eddie answered for him. "At least since he's been here."

Suddenly Tyler felt a hand on his shoulder and heard Pablo say, "Great show, Hassan. One for the archives. Good thing Darius got it on camera. But now I have to take this boy away for a while ... I need to talk to him. Come with me kid."

There was a tone in Pablo's voice that frightened Tyler as he followed him into the house. They went into the bedroom where Pablo looked him straight in the eye. "Kid, when you came out of Mark's room with jizz splashed on your face you looked real sexy. And just now, watching you get sprayed by the Marine, that made me hard. And I'm still hard."

"Do you want me to suck your cock, sir?"

"No, I don't. Look kid, I like you, and I'm thinking of making you my boy. But there's one other thing I need to know. You've seen how guys fuck – you watched Darius butt-fuck me, then the twins fuck each other, and Mark fuck Jamie. Now I wanna get my rocks off – in your ass."

Tyler felt a surge of panic. "You mean, push your dick in my ass? Sir, I don't think I can ...I've never ... your cock is so big and my ass has never ... I don't think ..." His eyes filed with tears.

"This is a deal breaker, kid. If you wanna be my boy you have to take my rod up your ass. Now it's your choice. Do you want to be my boy or not?"

"More than anything in the world, sir, but ..."

"No buts. Get on the bed."

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 381

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