A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 382 By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 382 – "THE FAMILY THAT SPRAYS TOGETHER"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

Pablo's new boy Tyler is in heaven – sharing a bed with the handsome young mechanic and his muscular boyfriend Darius after willingly submitting to a three-way spit-roast. But paradise found can suddenly be lost. Pablo's dad Randy exerts his `right' to initiate the new boy, which infuriates Pablo and sets father against son. The repercussions reach even the identical twins and threaten to drive them apart. _____________________________________________________________________

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

In just two days young Tyler, despite his shyness and lack of experience, had proved himself worthy of becoming the new boy of Pablo, the hot stud mechanic and adopted son of the tribe's leader Randy.

Pablo had already administered the ultimate master's test by fucking his boy's virgin ass, an experience that the young rookie would never forget and would crave evermore. Then, the irrepressible junior boy Eddie (or `senior junior' boy as he liked to style himself) had taken Tyler under his wing and given him the benefit of his extensive sexual experience.

A master cocksucker himself, Eddie had shown Tyler the tricks of the trade. And, in a stunning climax, Eddie had offered his own ass to Tyler, who had fucked a man for the first time in his life, to the enthusiastic cheers of the group of men gathered in Uncle Mike's garden.

They had all gone out to their old friend's sprawling Palm Springs house for some much needed rest and relaxation, and it was there that they had met first Tyler when he had literally fallen into their midst from a tree where he had been spying on their sexual shenanigans.

After his and Eddie's stunning performance they had joined the rowdy group and received warm hugs – Eddie from his master, the hunky Marine Hassan, and Tyler from a proud Pablo. Uncle Mike chortled, "You know, whenever you guys visit here, my boy Larry and me can always expect some kind of a show. But I never expected one of the players to be young Tyler here. Hell, kid, 24 hours ago you were falling out of a tree. And now you show us one hell of a fuck."

"Thanks to Eddie's training, sir. He sure is an expert."

"Damn right he is, and he learned everything he knows in my bar, working there as a bar-back and giving blowjobs in the back room. Now look at him, with that gorgeous hunk of a Marine wrapped round him. Hell, he has to be good to keep that horny soldier satisfied."

A short while later Mike and Larry had gone off to the leather bar Mike owned, to work the Sunday beer-bust, which the men promised to drop in on later. The rowdy group resumed their seats at the table by the pool, but the tone quickly became more businesslike as the tribe's co-founder (and Randy's lover) Bob broached the subject of how Tyler would fit in and what the boys' duties would be when they got back to L.A.

Bob asked, "Pablo, do I understand that you'll be bringing Tyler back with all of us when we go back to town tomorrow?"

"Yes, sir. We're gonna go and pick up all his bits and pieces from his apartment tomorrow and load them in the truck. He's coming back with me. Besides," he grinned, "I couldn't leave my boy here alone now that he's learned how to suck and fuck and get fucked. He'd get into all kinds of trouble."

"No, sir, I wouldn't," Tyler protested. "Eddie told me the rule that I must never ..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, boy, I know. Just kidding."

Eddie had previously told Tyler, "Kid, you should know there's a rule that you can fuck around with any of the guys in the tribe but never outside." And even more important, his new master Pablo had made one major thing very clear to him. "You can do anything you like with the guys – except one thing. Nobody butt-fucks you except me. Your ass belongs to me, OK?"

Bob now restored order to the meeting and said, "I just wanted to throw out a few ideas here. First, Mario's old room is still empty and it's right next to you and Darius, Pablo, so that will be Tyler's home ... when he's not sleeping with you," he smiled. "And I want to revive the subject of that housekeeping service project that's been kicking around for some time. It's been slow to get off the ground because of lack of manpower, but Tyler's arrival should solve that."

"Yeah," Pablo said, "my boy has been working as a house cleaner out here so I intend for him to take over from Eddie as assistant housekeeper to Nate." He grinned his crooked grin. "Let's hope Eddie trains him as well around the house as he taught him how to suck dick."

So in the space of a few minutes, and to Tyler's delight, the new boy's future had been settled – where he would live, what his job would be and, of course, whose boy he would be – exclusively.

"OK," Bob said, "no more business for now, this is a vacation weekend. I just wanna say again, Tyler, how pleased we all are to welcome you to our group. I'm sure you'll be an excellent boy for Pablo and make him proud of you." They all raised their glasses, "To Tyler", who naturally blushed deeply.

They partied for a while longer, with the big rugged gypsy Randy paying special attention to Tyler sitting opposite him. "You'll do fine kid. After watching the way you rode Eddie's ass I'd say you got a lot of potential. I know my boy Pablo has already fucked you, which is as it should be. Still, there's always been a custom around here that any new boy has to get the boss's approval too, and that would be me, which means I gotta check out your ass for myself."

A ripple of unease went round the table and Tyler furrowed his brow. "Sir ... like, I'm Pablo's boy and he's your boy, so does that mean I'm your boy too?"

"Good question," the cop Mark whispered quietly in Bob's ear.

Randy grinned with that touch of arrogance Bob knew so well. "Well, kiddo, if you put it like that, maybe so, in a way."

"But sir," Pablo protested, "Tyler's my boy so I don't see how ..."

Bob interrupted to quickly de-fuse the potential dispute that had come out of nowhere. "Well, like I said, Pablo, there'll be a lot of things to sort out when we get back to town, but everything'll work out fine, you'll see. OK, guys, so who's ready to brave the crowds and dive into Uncle Mike's beer bust?"

They all got up and as Bob and his good friend Mark made their way across the garden together Mark smiled at him. "So, everything'll work out fine eh, buddy? Sounds to me it'll take some fancy footwork on your part to make that happen. Randy's doing his boss thing again. Damn, doesn't anything ever go smoothly in this crowd?"

"Don't worry, officer," Bob chuckled. "After all these years I can keep Randy in check."

But, as it turned out, Randy wasn't the only one to rock the boat. The ripples spread to create conflict in another very surprising quarter, calling for every ounce of Bob's diplomatic skills.

******************** CHAPTER 382 *********************

As always the group of stunning men and their boys created a minor sensation at the beer bust in Uncle Mike's leather bar. Many of the bar patrons remembered Eddie from his days there as bar-back, and Eddie proudly showed off his master, the Marine Hassan, to boast how far he had come since those days.

The whole experience was dazzling to Tyler who had never set foot inside a bar before, and he stayed close to Pablo who made it clear to all that Tyler was his boy exclusively – a firm `look-but-don't-touch' attitude. And when at last the group left the bar and went back to Mike's house Tyler sat proudly between Pablo and Darius in Pablo's truck.

That night too Tyler slept between the two lovers after willingly submitting to three-way sex. With the memory of having his ass broken in by Pablo in the first butt-fuck of his life, the boy had hoped fervently that it would happen again when they went to bed. It did, only this time with an extra twist that took Tyler a little further down the road from innocence to expert.

Instead of lying on his back, Pablo made him kneel naked on all fours, as Tyler had seen Pablo do when he had watched him get fucked by Darius. On hands and knees he could look in a mirror at the reflection of the naked muscle-jock approaching from behind.

"How bad do you want it, boy?" Pablo demanded.

"Very much, sir. Please, I want it real bad."

"Glad to hear it," Pablo grinned, "`cos this time we'll dispense with the lube and you'll take it like a man." Pablo spat in his palm and ran it over his cock, then eased two wet fingers into Tyler's butt. Instead of tensing up as he had done the first time, the boy consciously relaxed his ass now that he had lost his initial fear and knew what to expect. "Excellent, kiddo. Remember this? Remember how it feels to have your master probing your ass? Seems like you really want it. Tell me ... turn me on."

"I do want it, sir. I do remember how it feels ... I'll never forget it. Please, sir, let me feel your rod inside me ... I want it so bad."

Pablo chuckled teasingly, "All you had to do was ask, kid. OK, here it comes." Gently but firmly he pushed his stiff wet rod between the boy's ass cheeks, pressed against the hole and slid the head inside. Tyler gasped with the first jolt of pain and Pablo paused to let him get used to the feeling. Last time he had begged him to pull out, but not now!

"Oh, sir, that feels so good ... I want it so bad ... please fuck me, sir ... fuck me all the way in."

Increasing the pressure Pablo drove his cock in faster now until the head touched the back of the boy's ass. "Tyler moaned, aah ... aah ... aagh!" and Pablo warned, "Don't you cum, boy. You know the rule. You don't cum until I tell you to. Hold your head up and look in the mirror at your master while he fucks you."

Tyler gazed up at the handsome Mestizo face with the firm jaw, high cheekbones, slightly slanted dark eyes and a shock of back hair falling over them. This was his master – the man whose dick was in his ass right now. Pablo's muscles rippled as he moved his hips back and forth and Tyler felt the thrill of getting fucked for only the second time.

But then his view in the mirror was partially obscured by something that startled him – a long black cock swinging between muscled thighs. Darius was standing beside Tyler's head, his ten-inch schlong inches from his face. Darius was having a blast. Pablo had all the responsibilities of being a master but Darius was just Pablo's lover and he was simply having fun as he winked at Pablo. "Shall we, dude?" he grinned. "Yeah, why don't we?"

Tyler gulped as he got a sense of what was in store. Yesterday he had watched in awe as Darius had fucked Pablo doggy style. Tyler had been so excited when Pablo had opened his mouth wide that he had joined in and pushed his stiff dick in his master's mouth. Spit roasted, they had called it, and now he sensed that the same thing was about to happen to him.

But with Darius's humongous cock? Surely not. Pre-emptively he said. "Oh sir, I ..."

"Hey, kiddo," Darius cut in, "that wasn't the word can't' you were about to utter was it? Cos I don't wanna hear `can't' – I don't like the word. But I guess I know why you said it. It's because of the almighty club here, ain't it? Well let me tell you something, kid. You're Pablo's boy and I would never dare hurt the boy of the big stud mechanic here. So don't worry, I don't expect you to take all ten inches – not until you've had a lot more practice. How about this time we go for just four inches – or five maybe?"

"Whatever you say, sir. You know best."

"Damn right I do. OK, kiddo – open up." Tyler opened his mouth as wide as he could and remembered to breathe through his nose as the head of Darius's cock entered him and eased slowly, carefully into his mouth. As promised Darius used barely half the length of his cock. He was very aware of the damage his weapon could do so he stopped as soon as he felt the back of the boy's throat.

Even though Tyler was concentrating on the cock driving in his ass and the even bigger cock filling his mouth, his future flashed before him – being used, loved and protected by the muscular Mestizo and his leatherboy lover, sleeping with them and living his life in their shadow. It was a future that thrilled him and now he did his best to prove worthy of these two men.

Eddie had once said to him about sex, `Dude, you gotta practice, practice, practice.' And even if practice didn't exactly make perfect Tyler felt more at ease and greater pleasure each time he performed for his master and his lover. Eddie's training paid off and he quickly got into the rhythm. He was able to clench his ass and his mouth at the same time round the shafts that penetrated him – one in the ass the other in his mouth.

And he loved it. He loved the sense of serving these beautiful young men. Far from demeaning him, it made him a feel like a real person for the first time, it gave him meaning, a sense of purpose. He felt safe, fulfilled, and he would gladly serve Pablo for the rest of his life.

His eagerness conveyed itself to the two men as they grinned at each other across his back. Tyler even remembered some of the `edging' tricks Eddie had taught him and Darius, moaned, "Shit, Pablo, this kid learns fast. You got yourself a live one here, dude."

They were both aware that Tyler was still a rookie so they took it easy on him. He was so eager that he would have taken anything from them so they had to control it carefully – teaching and protecting him at the same time. They brought it to a climax pretty quickly as Pablo nodded to Darius and said to Tyler, "OK, kid, we're real close ... we're gonna cum inside you at the same time, and you're gonna spill your load when we do. Ready guys? Let's rock!"

Tyler braced himself against the rods driving in his ass and mouth and choked as Darius's monster swelled and erupted in his mouth while Pablo yelled and poured jizz in his ass. The sensation was so overwhelming that he was barely aware of his own cock spraying cum on the bed beneath him.

Minutes later when Tyler was lying between the two lovers Darius laughed, "Guys, it looks like the three of us are in it for the long haul, cos you know what they say – The family that sprays together stays together'."

That brought more bursts of laughter – and Tyler had never felt happier in his life.

All the guys made the most of the next day, their last at Mike and Larry's place before they hit the road for home in the evening. Uncle Mike beamed at the group of beautiful men and boys as they lounged, swam and celebrated. The rugged Hispanic Miguel was now a fixture in the tribe, firmly installed as Zack's lover. And there was a new boy among them, Pablo's boy.

Tyler's life had changed almost overnight and Pablo's stature and maturity had been transformed from Randy's boy to Randy's adult adopted son, a younger version of Randy himself, inheriting the same instincts, strengths – and occasionally faults.

"So what do you think, buddy?" Randy said to Mike as they watched Tyler romp in the pool with Eddie. "Looks to me like he'll fit in real well. `Course, he still needs to be broken in some more, but nothing he can't handle."

"And nothing you should handle either, Randy," said Mike in a warning tone. "That's Pablo's job now ... you gotta learn to step back, give your boy space to earn his wings as a master. I know that look in your eye, boy" (Mike was the only one ever to call Randy boy) "but if you'll take the advice of an old man ... hands off."

"Yeah, yeah, OK Mike. I know what I'm doing. That's why they call me the King of the Gypsies."

Mike rolled his eyes at Bob. "You've got your work cut out with this one, Bob. Keep a wary eye on the big lug for me will `ya?"

During the course of the day Pablo drove Tyler over to his tiny apartment above a garage to pick up his belongings. They were few and rather pathetic – some old clothes and memorabilia of his recently deceased mother. Also his porn collection. "We can bring those," Pablo said. "Every boy in the tribe has his porn videos and stuff. Just don't whack your dick too hard and leave it too limp for me when I want you."

"Oh that'll never happen, sir. My dick's always hard when I'm with you ... like it is now."

"Oh yeah?" Pablo grinned with a hint of arrogance. "Don't tempt me, boy ... we got work to do. All the rest of your stuff can stay here, for the Goodwill or something. Like that scrawny little bed. Your new room at the house has a huge bed and classy furniture left by Mario, this gorgeous Italian who moved out to live with his lover Grady. You'll meet them eventually."

They loaded his things in the truck and as they drove away Tyler was aware that he was leaving behind his old, lonely existence for a dazzling new life with the gorgeous young stud sitting beside him. He knew that it wouldn't be all plain sailing but he trusted his new master to protect him and guide hm through the rules and complex relationships of the tribe. What he couldn't know is how soon the plain sailing would encounter turbulent water.

That evening the group prepared to leave Mike and Larry, with many effusive hugs, thanks and promises to see each other again soon. Larry gushed his appreciation to the twins for all their hard work in the kitchen. "We couldn't have done this without you guys and that's a fact. You spent so much time in the kitchen."

Kyle smiled, "Kevin and me are never so happy as when we're working in a kitchen, Larry. And when you come visit us in town you can help us in ours ... as long as you don't mind wearing a chef's hat again."

The turmoil of departure excited Pablo's dog Billy and his new pal, Tyler's dog Milly, who raced around madly until their owners loaded them into the back seat of Pablo's truck. Unlike Tyler, Milly was unaware that their lives were about to change, but Billy acted as protectively of her as his master did toward Tyler.

Despite the seeming chaos the convoy set off at last. Randy's truck led the way with Bob and the twins. Next came Pablo and Tyler, with Billy and Milly jostling for open-window space in the back. In the truck behind them were Zack and Miguel, with Darius happily seated between them. Hassan's jeep came next, with Hassan smiling at, and occasionally zoning out, the stream of happy chatter from his boy Eddie. And bringing up the rear were Mark and Jamie, with Mark's cop instinct of keeping an eye on the safety of the convoy ahead of him.

When they reached home all the men had a single thought – bed. Not sex ... just sleep, proving the common belief that vacations could be even more exhausting than work. The only one who was totally alert was Tyler, looking around him in wide-eyed wonder at all the buildings that made up the tribe's compound.

The Aussies, who lived in an adjoining house, were there to meet them – the handsome muscle-stud Adam and his boy Nate, a senior boy in charge of all aspects of the house, who would be Tyler's boss. The grapevine being as efficient as usual, the Aussies knew of everything that had happened out at Mike's place and Nate made a point of singling out Tyler.

With his usual natural Aussie charm he smiled and shook Tyler's hand. "Hello, mate, welcome to the house. We can sure do with a bloke like you round here, `cos this is a big place to keep clean, especially with this crowd of guys. I understand you have experience cleaning houses so, no worries mate, I'm sure we're gonna get along brilliantly. Besides," Nate grinned, "if I don't treat you just right I'll probably get beaten up by your big butch mechanic here."

"Damn right," Pablo said, throwing his arm round Nate's shoulder. "OK, dude, we'll leave all that till tomorrow. I'm fucking bushed, and all I wanna do now is introduce my boy to my bed. Zack wants Darius to sleep with him and Miguel in his house across the street, so it's just you and me tonight, kiddo. "

The crowd disbursed and in a few minutes Tyler found himself luxuriating in a big king-size bed, wrapped in the arms of his new master. He was in heaven and, as he drifted off to sleep, he thought that this was almost as good as sex ... well, almost.

Next day was all about work so most of the guys woke early and as Pablo stirred Tyler shook his head, bewildered for a moment about where he was and whose arms were round him. Then warmth flooded over him as he remembered.

Pablo had his usual morning hard-on which was usually taken care of by Darius. But as Darius was across the street taking care of Zack and Miguel Pablo said, "So looks like you're it, kiddo. You first duty of the day – take care of my boner."

Eagerly Tyler scrambled down in the bed and locked his mouth round Pablo's cock. He instinctively applied the techniques Eddie had taught him but Pablo said, "Forget that fancy edging stuff you do so good. This is a work day so I need to get my rocks off fast, OK?"

"Yes, sir," Tyler mumbled, his mouth full of cock. So we went right for the kill, pounding his mouth up and down on the thick shaft until he felt it bulge, he heard Pablo sigh, "Yeah, good kid, that's it ... aaah!" Tyler gulped frantically, determined not to spill a drop of his master's sperm, then raised his head and grinned at Pablo like a puppy who had just pleased his master.

Once again Pablo felt that pang of love, a different kind of love, deeper than most, the kind a parent feels for a child. "You're a good boy," Pablo said. "Now I'm all sweaty so clean me off."

Tyler looked down at the muscular chest and abs as Pablo lay on his back and linked his hands behind his head, elbows outstretched, displaying his armpits. Breathing in the musky smell of Pablo's sweat Tyler licked his body, starting with the ripped abs, then up to the cleft between his pecs that trickled with sweat, then the chest itself. "Now the pits, boy," Pablo ordered.

Tyler buried his face in his master's stinking armpit, breathed in the pungent odor and reveled in the bitter-sweet taste. His body was so charged and his cock throbbed so hard that he raised his face and said, "Please, sir, may I cum, sir."

"Sure you can kiddo. And make it quick." That was an unnecessary order as Tyler was right on the edge. He pressed his face in the wet, wiry armpit hair and in seconds he was moaning with pleasure as he blasted jizz ... all over Pablo's balls.

"Oh, sorry, sir. Let me clean them up." He went to work on the balls, licking them so fervently that Pablo looked down at him and laughed. "Come here boy. He pulled him up on top of him and kissed him. "Kiddo, you are one great cocksucker and licker. I think I'll give up showers and have you clean up my sweaty body with your tongue."

"Yes please, sir," Tyler grinned. "I can do that."

"You better run down to the kitchen now, kid, and help the twins get breakfast on the table. It's usually an eat-and-run kinda thing on workdays."

Downstairs Tyler could tell where the kitchen was by the food smells coming from it. In the heat of preparing the meal the twins welcomed him, planted a chef's hat on his head and gave him instructions about ferrying the food to the dining room and placing it on the sideboard for the guys to help themselves as they came down, ate, then rushed off to work.

When breakfast was over Nate came into the kitchen and said in his Aussie drawl, "G'day, mates. Can I steal Tyler away from you? This is his first day on the job so I gotta show him the house and tell him his duties."

Just then Pablo rushed in and gave Tyler a goodbye hug. "See you later kiddo. I may be a bit late `cos me and Bob are gonna go shopping to get a few things for you. Be a good boy for me and do what Nate tells you, OK?"

The rest of the day was a bit of a blur for Tyler as Nate gave him the grand tour of the various apartments in the compound. Fortunately the place was fairly quiet that day as everyone was out at work. Eddie came in for a while but said that Hassan needed him up at his place all afternoon. Nate gave Tyler a notepad where he wrote down the preferences of the various men and their boys, and together they cleaned the messiest of the rooms.

But Nate didn't want to overwhelm the boy on his first day so in mid-afternoon he said, "That's enough for your first day mate otherwise you'll go cross-eyed. Besides, I've left the most important room for last – yours. It used to be Mario's room when he first came here, before he fell in love with Grady and they got a big house together. Mario is a gorgeous Italian guy, real classy with his European style, you'll see. Ta-da!"

He opened the door of a bright, airy room, tastefully furnished with a large bed and sheer white curtains blowing elegantly in the breeze from the open window. Tyler's eyes opened wide. "Is this ... is this really my room, sir?"

"It sure is, kiddo. `Course you'll be spending a lot of time in Pablo's room but Bob has always insisted that every boy have a room of his own, no matter how much time he spends with his master. He says everyone needs to get away and be on his own from time to time so this is your own private space.

"I see someone already brought your clothes and stuff up here so I'll leave you alone for now to get settled in. I gotta go huddle with Jamie in the office over the household budget. Bob's out shopping with Pablo right now and when they come in you should probably report to the twins for dinner prep. `Course, that depends on what Pablo wants. So, any questions?"

"I ... I don't think so, sir."

"OK, well if you think of anything just ask away. Oh, and when it's just the two of us, no need to call me sir'. Nate will do, or dude – or if you wanna sound like an Aussie, call me mate. Cos I think we're gonna be good mates, kiddo. Have fun setting up your room."

When Nate had gone Tyler sat on his bed to catch his breath. He looked around the stylish room and could not believe it was to be his. He had hardly ever seen a room like this ... a far cry from the shabby little room he had called home ever since his mother died and left him on his own.

Tears came to his eyes, thinking how lucky he had been to meet Pablo, and he felt his cock get hard in his shorts as the image of the shirtless mechanic filled his mind. Then he pulled himself together. No, he had to put his clothes away and tidy the room. Pablo would expect that.

Out of his battered backpack he pulled a framed picture of his mother and put it on the dresser. Then he took out a picture of Pablo that Darius had given him, one Darius had taken of him working as a mechanic at the construction site, his handsome face and bare chest streaked with oil. Tyler propped it beside the picture of his mother and smiled. He thought she would be pleased that he had found a safe place with a man he loved, a man who would nurture and protect him.

He had just finished putting away his few clothes and tidied the room when he heard a car pull up outside. Good, he thought, the men were starting to come home. He heard a few doors in the house slam, then heavy footsteps approached along the passage and his door flew open.

Tyler gasped. It was Randy.

The tall powerful gypsy was a fearsome sight. He had obviously come straight from the construction site, dressed in his usual dirty jeans and boots and an old sweaty tank top. His chest was heaving, eyes blazing, his tank was torn and there seemed to be scratches on his dark stubbled face and shoulders. He looked like a man who had just been in a fight.

Nervously Tyler stood to attention and Randy growled, "Where the fuck's Pablo?"

Randy had indeed been in a knock-down drag-out fight on the construction site. That was not uncommon for the fist-swinging Randy, but this one was a doozy. Things had been tense all day as the crew was tackling a difficult project that called for close teamwork. It was being supervised by Randy, his co-chief Zack, and Randy's assistant (and Zack's boy) Darius

Zack had his eye on one of the crew, a burly muscular guy who often harbored resentment. Zack noticed that he was slacking, endangering the safety of the rest of the crew, and he reprimanded him harshly. The guy's anger had flared up but he grudgingly obeyed Zack's orders. When the task was completed the guy sat with a workmate and, looking over at Zack talking to Darius, he growled, "This damn place is being run by uppity fucking niggers."

Unfortunately he was overheard by Randy – and that gross insult to Zack and Darius was like a red rag to a raging bull. He bellowed, "You ... asshole ... get your fucking ass outa my sight. You're fired!" The man stood up, confronted Randy and made the mistake of taking a swing at him. Randy lost it, and the ensuing fight was brutal, with the big guy landing a few decent punches that inflamed Randy even more and he ended up demolishing the guy.

Standing over him as he groveled on the ground Randy was about to pound him again and had to be pulled off by Darius and Zack who held him in check until his anger cooled down. Steeped in adrenaline and testosterone Randy stormed off to his trailer office. There was only one way to work off his towering rage – a good hard fuck.

He stood at the window at the work-site looking for Pablo, who at time like this he would usually call into his office and fucked him ferociously over the drafting table. But then he remembered that Pablo had taken off early – something to do with his boy. "Dammit." Maybe he was at the house, and if not Randy would fuck Bob's ass – even better. His body and mind were seething ... he needed to fuuuck!"

But the person to confront this raging bull turned out to be Tyler, who now trembled at the shouted question, "Where the fuck's Pablo?"

"He, er, I think he's out shopping, sir."

"Is Bob around?"

"No, sir, he went with Pablo."

"Damn!" Randy slammed his fist in his palm and paced round the room like a stallion in heat. He needed release, and he'd be damned if he'd just jack off. He needed ass. Then his eyes settled on Tyler who stood nervously watching the scary gypsy. "Hey, kid, I haven't given you my special welcome to the tribe yet, have I?"

"I ... I don't think so, sir."

"Oh you'd know it if I had, boy." The boy's naiveté and fragility were already having a calming effect on Randy and he managed a smile. "See kid, I just got done with a big fight with some asshole and that always riles me up so right now I need to fuck ass real bad. Plus ...it's a kinda ritual that when a new guy joins the tribe he has to submit his ass to the boss – me."

The suggestion alarmed Tyler and he at last found his tongue. "Sir, I think any boy would be honored to be fucked by you, but I couldn't do it. See, Pablo told me I could have sex with other guys in the tribe but definitely not get butt-fucked by anyone but him. He's my master, sir, and I have to obey him."

"Are you defying me, kid?"

"No, but ... I know that my first duty is to Pablo, sir. I'm his boy."

"Yeah, yeah, I know all about that, but that rule don't include me. I'm the boss of this outfit and Pablo's dad so he does whatever I tell him. `Course, we have another rule that nobody forces a boy to do anything he don't want to." He fixed Tyler with his piercing blue eyes and the boy weakened.

"Oh, it's not that I don't want to, sir. And if Pablo gave us permission I would love to ..."

"Kid," Randy bristled, "a man like me don't need permission from his own boy. I'm telling you that this always happens to a new member of the tribe, so drop your pants, kid, and show me your ass."

"Well, if you're sure that ..." Randy's eyes penetrated him like lasers and the boy started to fall under his spell, as so many had before him. He not only dropped his shorts but pulled off his T-shirt too and stood naked before the rugged gypsy boss.

"On the bed, kid."

Tyler obeyed, got on the bed and lay on his back. Randy yanked open his jeans and pulled out his huge thick dick that was already throbbing with the testosterone that flowed through him. He stroked it slowly and asked, "Has my boy Pablo already spit-fucked you, kid?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. I'm glad he's broken you in – makes my work easier, `cos this is a big fucking shlong."

He knelt on the bed, spat in his hand and massaged the boy's ass with his wet fingers. Then he wiped spit on his cock, pushed Tyler's legs back and pressed his cock against his hole. "Now, I know it's big but I'm not gonna hurt you kid. All you have to do is look straight in my eyes."

And that was all it took, as Randy knew well. Tyler gazed up at the swarthy face with its square, stubbled jaw, strong cheekbones and long black gypsy hair ... but most of all at the hypnotic blue eyes that had mesmerized so many men in the past. And suddenly Tyler's reluctance dissolved, thoughts of Pablo were pushed aside and he wanted more than anything to get fucked by this incredible man.

He moaned as he felt the huge shaft slide slowly inside him, but the pain was minimal as his ass had already been primed by Pablo. He reached up and pressed his palms on Randy's solid chest, on the torn tank top, and was even more turned on by the scratches and bruises on his body. It was hard to believe that this big gypsy had just thrashed a man in a fight and now here he was gently pushing his cock in his ass.

"Oh," Tyler sighed, "Oh that feels so good, sir. Please, sir, fuck me ... do anything to me ..."

Randy smiled, with that touch of arrogance he always had when he seduced yet another man so easily. He eased all the way in, then pulled back gently. If this had been Pablo or Bob, the rage he had been in would have resulted in one of his savage fucks. But with this shy new boy the alternate Randy took hold, the gentle nurturer of young men who needed his protection.

But his blood was still running hot after the fight and he needed, above all else, the release of orgasm. So he grabbed Tyler's wrists and, in a signature move, pinned them to the bed above his head. "See, kiddo," he said, the pale blue eyes smiling down at him, "you're my prisoner now, and the big stud gypsy is fucking your ass. How's it feel?"

"Awesome, sir," Tyler said breathlessly. "I love it ... I love you, sir."

"Yeah, right now you do. You are just what I needed, kiddo ... someone sweet and sexy after that motherfucker I had to beat up. And you know what? I'm gonna make you shoot your load when I spill my jizz in your ass. After that fight my nuts are pounding and I gotta cum. You gonna help me with that, kiddo?"

"Yes, sir. I'll do anything you say, sir."

"OK, here we go kid. And when it gets too much for you, all you do is cum all over yourself and I'll unload in your ass. Deal?" Tyler nodded eagerly and Randy increased the force and speed of his piston in the boy's ass. The boy went wild, looking up at the muscle-god heaving above him, hammering his ass, the steel blue eyes boring into his. He had never felt anything like this ... his body writhed, pinned to the bed, and he yelled, "I'm gonna cum, sir ... you're making me cum ... I can't hold back, I ... aaagh!"

Randy grinned down at the ecstatic boy beneath him, his shyness all gone, spraying jizz all over his slim body. And that was the image Randy needed, an image of purity and innocence, an antidote to the fury of men, and he howled, "Fuck ... here it comes, kiddo ... deep in that sweet ass ... I'm gonna shoot ... yeaaah!" Tyler felt the massive cock explode in his ass and the gypsy's warm juice pour inside him.

Randy kept him pinned him to the bed and smiled down at him, his blue eyes sparkling. "Kid, you are something else ... that was perfect. Yeah, you're one of us alright ... the boss says so."

Then suddenly – "What ... the ... fuck ...?" Pablo was standing at the door.

Randy looked up and grinned. "Pablo, you got yourself a real hot boy here. I just been trying him out. Here, you wanna take over ... he's good and lubed."

"Get the fuck off him," Pablo screamed. "He's my boy ... and you fucked him. And you, boy. I told you no one fucks your ass except me. You fucking defied me."

Randy pulled out of Tyler and stood up, "Now you lay off him, boy, he's a great kid – not to mention a great fuck."

Pablo's eyes blazed, "But he's my boy ... mine. And you have no right sticking your fucking dick in his ass."

"You watch your mouth, asshole. You're still my boy and you take orders from me."

"Not any more, I don't. Fuck you, man. I'm not your boy, I'm a man. You trained me to be a man and now you're cutting me down. You're a fucking asshole." Randy raised his hand. "What, you gonna hit me? Go ahead, asswipe – let's see what you got."

The fight was inevitable. Ever since they met Randy had trained his boy how to be a fighter like him and now they joined battle as equals. They crashed to the floor trading blows, sending furniture flying. Tyler watched in horror as the picture of his mother spun to the floor with a crash of glass. He scooped it up and fled the apartment.

His mind was reeling, he was terrified, all he could think was that he had committed some sin. He had ruined everything ... A short while ago he had been happier than ever in his life and now suddenly it was all gone ... and it was his fault.

Blindly he looked for his friend Eddie downstairs, then realized he was at Hassan's house. He staggered across the lawn headed for the gate. He would have to leave ... he had no idea where he would go, but ..."

"Hey, Tyler. What's up?" He blinked at the sound of the voice, then saw Kevin standing outside the kitchen. The twins saw everything from their kitchen vantage point and Kevin had watched Tyler with alarm. The boy now stumbled toward the twin who had been so kind to him and fell into his arms. "It's all over," he moaned incoherently. "It's finished ... they're fighting ... all because of me ... it's all my fault."

"Hush," Kevin said gently, "and come to the kitchen." Inside Kevin reached for the brandy and poured a glass. "Here, drink this." He practically forced the brandy down Tyler's throat. "Good, now come upstairs with me. Kyle is out with Jamie getting supplies so the place is nice and quiet and we can talk."

They sat on the edge of the twins' bed and Kevin put his arm round him. "Now try to relax dude and tell me what happened."

"It was all my fault," Tyler said, near to tears. "Pablo told me never to do it and I did."

"Did what, Tyler?"

"I let Randy fuck me. He fucked me and ... and I loved it. I betrayed Pablo and he'll never want me again. I've ruined everything."

Kevin instantly guessed what had happened and could have filled in the rest. From the kitchen window he had seen Randy come home from work and could tell he was in a rage. Normally he would have taken it out on Bob or Pablo, but they weren't here. But Tyler was, the boy Randy had not yet `initiated' into the tribe, as he always did with new boys.

"Did he hurt you, Tyler?"

"No, he was real gentle, real loving and ... and I wanted it. I think I even told him I loved him. And then Pablo came in and Randy's cock was still in my ass. Pablo hit the roof and they had a huge row and a fight. All because of me."

"Now listen, kiddo, before we go any further let's get one thing straight. This is not your fault. This is definitely not your fault. We all know how Randy can be and no boy in your position would have refused him. People rarely say no to Randy, and certainly not a new boy like you."

"But the way Pablo looked at me. He was so angry. Nobody here will want me when they know I caused a fight between Randy and his son. I'll be thrown out."

"That's not true. We'll want you – Kyle and me will want you. We love you, dude, and you can stay with us until things get sorted out. We'll take care of you and you can share our bed."

Tyler looked at him pitifully. "You're just saying that to make me feel better. No, I'll go away and live on my own. I did before I met Pablo, ever since my mom died last year." He looked down at the picture frame in his hand. "They even broke my mom's picture in the fight – see?"

He held out the framed photo of his mom with the glass shattered. Kevin looked at him and his heart broke to see this shy, desolate young guy holding out the picture that must be one of his most treasured possessions. Tears came to Kevin's eyes and he hugged Tyler tight and kissed his cheeks, his eyes and his lips.

Then he pulled back and smiled. "Look, there's no harm done. The picture's not even scratched and we can soon get a new piece of glass."

"Thank you," Tyler sniffled.

If there was any shade of difference between the identical twins it was that Kevin was the more sensitive of the two, Kyle more assertive. And now, as he looked at the tear-stained freckled face, Kevin was moved to the point where he would do anything to make the boy feel better. He pressed their faces together and kissed him again, this time on the lips.

There is a thin line between compassion and love, between consoling a damaged soul and making love to it. And that line was becoming ever more blurred for Kevin as Tyler clung to him desperately, taking refuge in his arms and feeling the warmth of his body.

"Tyler, I want to show you that you're not alone, that people still love you. Would it make you feel better if we made love?"

Love was what Tyler needed right now more than anything and he said softly, "I think so, sir."

"OK, that's easily done. Now lie still and relax.

Bob had come home later than Pablo and he was startled to hear shouts coming from upstairs. He ran into the house and was surprised that the noise was coming from Tyler's new room. He burst in and stood aghast. The room was a shambles and Randy and Pablo were still waging a ferocious battle.

"Stop," he yelled. "Stop it, right now." He bent down to pull Randy off Pablo only to be rewarded with an elbow in the stomach. He staggered backward and fell against a wardrobe with a resounding crash, which finally made the men look up.

Bob yelled, "What in hell's name is going on here?"

"Ask him," Pablo growled, his eyes blazing. "What was I supposed to do? I come in to find the son-of-a-bitch with his dick in my boy's ass – my boy who promised never to let anyone else fuck him. Randy had fucking seduced him, and the boy loved it. He even said he loved the motherfucker."

"Course he did," Randy sneered. "I always fuck new men in the tribe and they love it, and this kid was no different. Besides, you're my boy, I'm your dad, and if I wanna fuck this kid my own damn boy is not gonna stop me."

"Be quiet!" Bob roared. "Jesus fucking Christ, Randy you've done it again. You just got through tearing the tribe apart by your lust for the new man Miguel, and now you're fucking doing it again. What the fuck is it with you, you sick or something? Or is it that you're insecure in your own masculinity and have to go on proving it by making every new guy fall in love with you?"

Bob had struck a nerve and Randy jumped to his feet. "That's fucking bullshit, man, and you know it. Take it back or I'll ..."

"Or you'll what, Randy? You'll slug me and I'll leave you until you come crawling and beg me to take you back ... until the next time it happens all over again. Damn, it never stops – we're trapped in a time warp like Groundhog Day. `Course I knew this would come. You train your boy to become a man and when he does you can't accept it – he's still your boy who has to submit to every sick thing you wanna do, like banging his boy.

"Look, this is something you two have to settle between you, and you'd better do it fast before someone else gets hurt, like Tyler. Where is he, by the way?"

Just then there was a yell from across the garden and Bob groaned, "Jesus Christ, what now?"

In the bedroom above the kitchen the confused and miserable Tyler had found solace in Kevin's arms. Kevin wanted desperately to take away the boy's hurt, so he did what he always did with his brother Kyle. Compassion turned to tenderness and slowly, gently, he had made love to Tyler, who clung to him, even when he felt Kevin's cock sliding in his ass. "Yeah, oh that feels good, sir. Make love to me, Kevin, I need it so bad.

To anyone watching it would have been a loving scene of one boy bringing affection and solace to a grief-stricken buddy. But that's not how Kyle saw it ...!

He had just come home and stood dumbstruck in the doorway watching his twin, his inseparable twin, fucking another boy. "NO" he howled like a wounded animal – and that was the sound Bob had heard.

Within seconds he burst into the room and took in the whole scene. "Oh Jesus," he breathed. "Now, boys, cool it. I want you to stay calm while we ..."

"No!" Kyle yelled. "How can I stay calm when I see my brother fucking another guy? You know, sir, that Kevin and me have never ever made love to another man unless we were together. It was an unwritten rule. Even when we were homeless and turning tricks for money we always did it together. But now ..." He looked scornfully at his startled brother, then pleaded his case with Bob.

"Sir you know how it was. Mostly we made love to each other, but when we did it with other guys it was always Kevin and me – two brothers together. It's what made us what we are, as close as we are. And now my brother has blown that apart by fucking this boy while my back was turned. Well it's over, Kev. It's finished. I'm going up to the Grady House and sleep with Danny. He loves me, I know that. You're on your own, bro. The way you want it."

"No, Kyle," Kevin said desperately, "it's not like that, you don't understand ..." But Kyle was gone. Kevin looked desperately at Bob, but he was focused on Tyler who was wild-eyed with fear, tears streaming down his face. He suddenly made a bolt for it but Bob grabbed him.

"No, you're not going anywhere, Tyler. Kevin, keep him here with you `till I come back. Just know one thing. Neither of you is to blame. I suspect that you were comforting Tyler, Kevin and ... and this happened. No, there's only one guy to blame for this whole mess, and he isn't in this room. Do as I say, Kevin. You both need a brandy."

Bob left the room, his thoughts reeling, and pulled out his phone. "Eddie, good. You up at Hassan's place? Listen kid, the shit's really hit the fan down here and I need you down here fast to take care of your buddy Tyler. I'll call Hassan and square it with him, but I really need you here fast, kiddo."

"On my way, sir." It was only minutes before Bob heard a squeal of brakes outside and Eddie rushed in, wide-eyed. "Sir, what's happened?"

"Look, Eddie, I know you like drama but not this time. This is real serious. Don't talk while I fill you in. Near as I can figure it, Randy got home horny as a stallion but Pablo was not here, neither was I. Tyler was alone in his new room and Randy went in and ... and fucked him ... you know, seduced him the way he does.

"Pablo came home and caught them and went apeshit. There was a huge fight, the room was trashed, and Tyler ran out blaming himself. Kevin was alone in the kitchen – Kyle was away. Well, you know Kevin, how sweet and tender he can be, so he took Tyler upstairs and comforted him and it ended with Kevin making love to him.

"When Kyle came home and saw it he hit the roof. You know how totally exclusive the twins have always been, and he saw it as Kevin breaking that unbreakable bond between them. So he stormed out and has gone to stay with Danny.

"Holy shit," Eddie breathed.

"Now Eddie, please, this is deadly serious. You have quickly become Tyler's best friend so I'm entrusting him to your care. Take him up to Hassan's and let him meet Doctor Steve and Lloyd. I'll call them to fill them in and Steve will know what to do. I want you to stay with Tyler and, above all, try to convince him that none of this is his fault. He blames himself, of course, and has already tried to bolt. I'm trusting you to keep him from doing that."

"Leave it to me, sir," Eddie said, his sense of the situation's urgency overcoming his natural love of drama. Just then Tyler ran out of the house, Eddie opened his arms and Tyler fell into them, sobbing.

"It's all over, dude ...I should never have come here ... I've been real bad, messed up one thing after another. I've ruined everything and I gotta leave."

"Bullshit, kiddo," Eddie laughed. "Stuff like this goes on all the time around here. Hell, I myself have been in this kind of mess. Did I ever tell you about the time Hassan and me broke up?"

"No," Tyler said wide-eyed. "You and Hassan? You broke up?"

"We sure did. Listen up, kid, and I'll tell you the whole story." He put his arm round Tyler and launched into his story as they walked through the gate, with Tyler hanging on his every word. Bob smiled to himself. At least he had made the right choice calling Eddie. He and his endless chatter were just what Tyler needed to distract him from his troubles.

Bob suddenly felt weary and depressed ... and then Mark came in, still in his motorcycle cop uniform, straight off his shift. "What the fuck's going on, buddy? Man, you look like hell."

"And hell's what it is, Mark. I'll give you the speed-read version of what's going down here."

When he had finished Mark clenched his jaw and his fists. "Randy again, uh?"

"At the core of it yeah, only this time the repercussions are wider and worse, especially for poor frightened Tyler. Fortunately young Eddie has taken him up to Hassan's place, and Steve will know what to do for the boy."

He sighed deeply. "Mark, I'm so glad you're home. I couldn't handle it on my own. Especially the prospect of the twins breaking up. The twins! I gotta go to Kevin right now, he must be shattered, and maybe you could go up to Randy and Pablo, who have pretty much trashed Tyler's room. Hopefully you can stop them from killing each other."

"Piece of cake," Mark grinned. "I'm in uniform. All I have to say is `Freeze'. Works every time. Don't worry old buddy, I'm here now, and I'll take care of you too."

"Thanks Mark, I needed to hear that. Because this time I have no idea how this mess is all gonna play out. No idea at all."

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Part 383

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