A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 384 By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 384 – "TYLER AT THE TRIBAL GAMES"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

Dr. Steve gives the new boy Tyler insights into the games the tribe plays. First he watches his pal Eddie service his man Hassan, the homoerotic Marine Captain returning from the base in full battle gear and horny as hell. Then Tyler is riveted as the proud young athlete Tommy displays his flawless body in his gymnastic routine, and then the same macho jock, muscles straining, begs to get his perfect ass ploughed. _____________________________________________________________________

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

Pablo and his new boy Tyler had a good first few days, bonding as master and boy, until Pablo's dad, the construction boss Randy, leader of the tribe, came on the scene.

Bob, the co-founder of the tribe and Randy's lover, was the one left to confront the resulting mayhem, which engulfed not only Randy, Pablo and Tyler, but also Bob's boys, the identical twins Kyle and Kevin.

Bob's first concern was for the shy, insecure Tyler, and he enlisted the help of young Eddie who had become a good friend to Tyler early on. "Listen kid," Bob explained, "the shit's really hit the fan here and I need you to take care of your buddy Tyler. Near as I can figure it, Randy got home horny as a stallion after a fight. Tyler was alone in his new room and Randy went in 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 between Randy and Pablo, the room was trashed, and Tyler ran out blaming himself. He ran straight into Kevin who was alone in the kitchen and, 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 his brother 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 Kyle stormed out and has gone to stay with his pal Danny.

"So I'm entrusting Tyler 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."

So that, for the time being, took care of Tyler and put him in a safe place. As for Randy and Pablo, they took care of themselves. The father/son brawl had served to spark their mutual respect as fist-swinging alpha males and when the dust settled they belatedly focused on the damage they had done to the fragile Tyler – and to his room.

"Dammit," Randy said, "we were so wrapped up in our own blame and shame routine we both lost sight of your boy, and now we gotta put things right. And I know where to start. That kid was dazzled by this classy new room we assigned to him. He thought he was in heaven – until I crashed in on him, and then you and me trashed it.

"The least we can do now is put that right so Tyler has a great room to come home to. We may fuck up in other ways, kiddo, but if it's one thing we do get right it's construction. So let's go take a look at the room, see what's needed, then make a run to the warehouse, get all the supplies, and we'll make a start on it right away, just you and me."

Problem number two solved. Now Bob turned his attention to the separation of the previously inseparable twins. He went and tried to reason with Kyle who was adamant the he would never forgive Kevin and never return to the house. So Bob played the only card he could think of. He accentuated his own hurt and sadness that his beloved twins were breaking up, a sadness that was genuine and heartfelt.

After he left, Kyle phoned Kevin. "It's me, dude. Look, what happened between us is not important. What is important is that Bob is hurting ... bad. We're hurting him, Kevin – he said his heart is breaking. We can't do that to Bob, we just can't. He's the most wonderful thing that ever happened to us and his happiness is in our hands. You know what we have to do."

A short while later they were back together and invited Bob to their apartment at the house for drinks, where they demonstrated their reconciliation in their own unique way. They delighted their handsome master by making love to each other, then inviting Bob to join in. To make amends for having hurt him they now showered him with affection – identical twins making highly erotic love to him together.

In a state of euphoria the twins invited Bob to stay for dinner, just the three of them, and then spend the night with them. And so, a short time later when at last they were all seated in the twins' small private dining room, peace had been fully restored among them and the past forgotten as if it had never happened.

They gossiped about the unfolding saga of Pablo and Tyler and the twins gave their confident predictions about how everything would turn out for Tyler up at Steve's house. Bob laughed, "You think you're pretty smart don't you? Smart as well as gorgeous. You've got the whole scenario worked out. Now all we have to do is sit back and see just how smart you've been."

******************** CHAPTER 384 ********************

After the strain of confronting the messy situation between Randy, Pablo and Tyler, Bob had announced his intention of getting `pleasantly drunk' during dinner with the twins. This he did, and spent the night in their bed happily entwined in their limbs.

Next day they woke early to morning sex before the twins had to go downstairs to make a start on breakfast for all the guys. Bob gave himself the luxury of another half hour in the twins' bed, his mind running over the events of the previous day.

It had all been Randy's fault, of course, horny as hell and exercising his `droit du seigneur,' the lord's right to ravish the new boy to the tribe, ignoring, of course, the major consideration that this new boy was Pablo's boy.

Pablo had been raised by his adoptive dad Randy to be as quick with his fists as his father was, so the fight had been inevitable. But that same bond of like-father-like-son had also brought them together in the healing task of physical labor, repairing the wreckage of Tyler's room, an act that restored not only the room but also their close father/son relationship.

Now for the master/boy relationship between Pablo and Tyler. As Bob meditated on that he realized how complicated the task was. Not only was it a brand new relationship, but each participant was brand new to the role.

Pablo was a hothead like his father and had never been called on to practice the subtle skills he now needed for nurturing a boy of his own. In his rage at Randy he had lost sight of the fact that his first obligation was to his boy. He had angrily (and unfairly) blamed the boy for surrendering his ass to Randy, and then had not even noticed that Tyler had run away.

As for Tyler, it would be an understatement to say he was a novice – naïve and reclusive and a stranger to a communal life with other men, especially men as assertive as this tribe. Bob knew he had done the right thing in separating Tyler from Pablo until the dust had settled.

It now called for the skills of Doctor Steve, the psychologist who had helped all members of the tribe through personal crises at one time or another. It didn't hurt that he was also Randy's brother – the polished professional version of the rugged construction worker – so Steve knew exactly the issues at play here.

Before he went down to breakfast Bob put in a call to Steve to make sure that Tyler was OK up at Hassan and Eddie's house, the guesthouse on the grounds of Steve and Lloyd's property in the Hollywood Hills.

"Glad you called, Bob," Steve said. "To tell the truth I haven't seen much of the boy yet. He spent the night with Eddie who, by the way, is behaving with more maturity than I gave him credit for. Underneath that stream-of-consciousness chatter of his Eddie has excellent instincts when it comes to people, and right now I'd say he's perfect for Tyler."

Steve chuckled. "If nothing else that non-stop verbal barrage will distract Tyler from dwelling too much on his own troubles. And this morning I'll meet with the kid – casually, of course – and try to reassure him that things will turn out fine. You're right about Pablo. Keep him at a distance for now. Then I'll meet with him too – just him at first, then the two of them together.

"One good thing, having spent the night with Hassan and Eddie he'll have seen how a real loving master/boy relationship works, even when the master and boy are so different. Actually," Steve chuckled again, "I can't wait to hear what went on down there in the guesthouse."

Astute as ever Steve was right to be intrigued, and when he later heard the story from Eddie's own lips (of course) the doctor got a boner in his tailored pants.

When Bob had entrusted Tyler to Eddie the previous evening, Tyler had felt his world had come to an end as they left the house, but Eddie had insisted that the world goes on, which he demonstrated by simply talking ... and talking. He told Tyler of the time he and Hassan had argued, the Marine had ordered him from the house and Eddie had fled back to the desert where he resumed his old job of bar-back in Uncle Mike's leather bar.

Eddie gushed on, "But when Hassan heard from Uncle Mike that I was on my knees in the back room with a bunch of guys lined up for blowjobs from me, well, the soldier said `not my boy' and he raced out to the desert, stormed into the bar, slung me over his shoulder, threw me in the jeep and brought me back here."

Tyler, listening wide-eyed, said, "Wow, I wish I had a master like that."

"You do, kiddo," Eddie laughed, "though it don't feel like that right now. Pablo's that kind of guy, except he's younger and not as experienced as Hassan, of course. But one day he'll rescue you like my Marine rescued me, you'll see."

When they got to Steve's big house in the hills they walked down the path to the guesthouse and Eddie said, "I'm starved, but you're gonna have to help me cook dinner, dude, `cos I'm no great shakes in the kitchen."

"Oh, no problem there, Eddie. When we were out in Palm Springs I helped out in the kitchen and the twins taught me a lot of stuff. So let's give it a go." Eddie was proving Steve right, that he had instincts about what would help a traumatized guy like Tyler – putting him to work and making him feel like an equal.

While they ate a simple meal, washed down with beer, Eddie said, "Hassan will be home soon – and he'll probably scare the bejesus out of you. Remember in Palm Springs how he came back from maneuvers at the Marine Base out there, all dressed in his battle gear looking like every boy's wet dream? It'll probably be the same today, because of the filming.

"See, he heads up the training and recruitment at the Marine Base in town and they make a lot of recruitment videos, usually starring Hassan. Hell, the Marines sure know what they're doing. Any young guy who sees that stud in a film about the Marine's, he'll join up just in the hope of meeting him and submitting to his orders.

"Anyway, after barking orders all day to those young Marines, he'll be horny as hell when he comes in, just like Randy was when he came in and found you." He saw Tyler flinch and quickly reassured him. "Don't worry, kid, Hassan won't take out his lust on you – he's got me for that.

"Besides, him and me both know there's to be no sex for you tonight. After what happened with Randy and Pablo we don't wanna get involved in that mess. So you leave the sex to me and my soldier. `Course," Eddie grinned roguishly, "there's nothing to stop you from watching. You'll see how I deal with a horny soldier.

"See, a boy has to know how to handle a man like Hassan, `cos he can be real tough – hell, he's a Marine Captain, ain't he? Sure, a master has to know how to treat his boy, but the boy has to know how to handle his master too. I got that down real good and, well, I wouldn't exactly say I've got the soldier eating out of my hand, but close."

Unworldly though he was, Tyler recognized a boast when he heard one – and loved Eddie all the more for it. And it wasn't long before he got to see the truth behind the boast.

One thing Eddie got dead right was that the sight of the returning Marine Captain did scare Tyler. Hassan had come straight from the base in the same combat gear he had worn in the video shoot that portrayed a Marine in battle.

Tyler lowered his eyes to the laced combat boots, then up past the camouflage fatigue pants, the heavy belt round the slim waist, the khaki tank top stretched over the heavily muscled torso with a ragged, sleeveless denim shirt hanging open over that. His rugged Arab/Asian features were set off by jet black hair and mirror sunglasses and his cheeks still bore black camouflage streaks. Scared though he was Tyler agreed with Eddie that the homoerotic Marine Captain was every boy's wet dream.

Hassan was stoked, his chest heaving, his tank streaked with sweat, and when he whipped off his glasses his slanted dark eyes were gleaming with lust. He looked first at Tyler and, typically a man of few words, said, "Hey kid, I heard what happened. You OK?"

"Yes thank you, sir. Eddie's been real kind and ... "

"Good," Hassan cut him off. "Right now Eddie's got work to do, but hang in there and then we'll have a drink." Then he turned lascivious eyes on Eddie. "You boy ... on your knees."

Obediently Eddie dropped to his knees before his master, unzipped his pants, pulled out his rock-hard cock and went to work. He clamped his mouth over the long shaft and soon the captain was groaning with pleasure. "Damn, I needed that," he growled, pulling off his shirt, his muscles rippling under the sweat-soaked tank sticking to his chest. Tyler watched awestruck.

Eddie knew Hassan's sexual needs intimately, having satisfied them so often, and he could tell that the soldier had built up a head of steam and was close to his climax. So he had to go carefully to prolong his pleasure. He used only his tease technique and stopped well short of making him cum. Even so Hassan felt his balls about to burst and he groaned, "No, boy, not like this. I want your ass. On the bed."

Eddie instantly pulled off the soldier's cock and fell on his back on the bed. Tyler gasped as the soldier pulled off his tank top and towered over his boy stripped to the waist. "You're no use to me unless you're naked, kid," Hassan growled. He reached down and yanked his shorts off over his sneakers, then ripped off his T-shirt with one tug. Eddie was wild with excitement seeing the handsome Marine so pumped, muscles flexed, his stubbled jaw clenched hard.

"Show me that ass, boy," the captain commanded and Eddie grabbed behind his knees and pulled his legs back high in the air, naked except for his sneakers. Hassan grabbed his boy`s ankles, held his legs high, and pressed the head of his cock against his butt. "Man, I've needed this ass all day. You ready to open it up for me?"

"Aye, aye, sir." Eddie's natural playfulness was now tinged with apprehension at the intensity of Hassan's lust. This was the rugged Marine at his most ferocious and Eddie craved to feel his cock. Which he did now as Hassan drove it deep in his ass. Pumped as he was Hassan's cock could have been a weapon but, like any good Marine, he never lost control. The fuck was fierce but stopped short of causing actual pain.

Eddie was flying, gazing up at the wild Arab/Asian soldier heaving above him, stripped to the waist in fatigues and boots, his black hair whipping across his exotic olive-skinned features. "Work my chest, boy," he ordered.

Eddie knew what that meant, reached up and pounded his fists against the solid mounds of his pecs, then squeezed the nipples tight in his fingers."

That stoked the captain even more as he pounded ass and said, "You're my boy, right?"

"Yessir."

"Mine to use as I like?"

"Yessir."

"Your ass belongs to me, right?"

"Sir, yes sir!" Eddie shouted like a young Marine recruit."

"And you like getting it hammered by a Marine's big cock?"

"Sir, yes sir!"

"Come on boy, pinch those tits ... harder ... that's it ... make me cum, boy. Make me bust my fucking load in your sweet ass. Yeah, here it is, let me see you cum ... that's an order!"

"Sir, yes sir," Eddie shouted as the soldier's cock speared him deep and exploded in his ass, making the boy's cock erupt all over his chest, soaking the ripped shreds of his T-shirt.

"Yeah – fuck yeah," Hassan yelled. "Boy I needed that ... it's been building up all day. You were great, boy. A great fuck. How about you kid?" turning to Tyler. "Look good to you?"

"It made me cream my shorts, sir."

"That good uh? Well now you can do something else and clean up my boy. I think you know how to do that. I like to watch two boys together."

Hassan strode over to the fridge, pulled out a beer and stood, legs astride, throwing his head back as he took a long drink. The awestruck Tyler watched the shirtless Marine's pronounced Adam's apple move in his throat and almost shot another load, but Hassan growled, "Come on, boy what're you waiting for?"

Tyler hurriedly knelt by the bed, leaned down and began to lick the cum from his friend's chest and abs. After slurping and sucking up the warm juice he kissed Eddie and the two friends shared the musky taste of jizz.

"Looks good, men," Hassan grinned. "OK, bring a couple beers and let's sit outside. After a tough day's work and a great fuck nothing beats sitting outside with a beer on a warm night."

Having come home like a raging bull in heat Hassan was now transformed into a gentle giant of a man, his soothing Arab/Asian accent and smiling, slanted eyes lulling the boys into a warm sense of security.

With genuine interest in the new boy Hassan encouraged Tyler to talk about himself and reassured him of his future. "Don't sweat all that bullshit that went down today, kid. You'll see, tomorrow Doctor Steve will take charge, and that guy knows what he's doing.

"But from what I hear Pablo loves his new boy and that's all you need to know. After that all the rest falls into place. Hell, what's not to love? You're a cute kid and I'd fuck you myself except that's what got Randy into a whole mess of trouble. So it's hands off right now ... but maybe one day, uh? Meanwhile you got a great buddy in my boy here, and tonight the three of us will sleep together, OK?"

"Very much, sir. Thank you, sir."

Later, in bed, Tyler looked at Hassan and Eddie sleeping and reflected on Eddie's earlier proud boast that he knew how to handle his man. Truth be told, it seemed to Tyler that all the handling had been done by Hassan, and Eddie had just followed the captain's orders. Tyler smiled to himself, kissed Eddie on the cheek and fell asleep himself.

As the next morning dawned everyone was aware that there was a lot to be done – both at the tribe's compound and at Steve's house.

At the tribe's house the twins were already hard at work in the kitchen preparing breakfast. After Bob had idled in their bed a while, then had his phone conversation with Steve, he pulled on his jeans and T-shirt and went down to breakfast. It was just him, Mark and Jamie in the dining room and soon they were joined by the Aussies, Adam and Nate from next door.

No sign of Randy and Pablo, though they had all heard sounds coming from the room upstairs that had been assigned to Tyler but trashed in the fight between father and son. They all knew that the two men were working to restore the room to its former state – only better – and pretty soon Randy and Pablo appeared, looking bleary eyed but elated.

"Come and see, buddy," Randy said to Bob, his eyes shining like a boy showing off a new toy to his parents."

"Aw, Randy, I just sat down to breakfast."

"Come on, sir, please," Pablo said just as eagerly. "Just for a minute."

Bob allowed himself to be dragged from his chair and led upstairs to Tyler's room. "Ta-da!" Pablo threw open the door and Bob gaped. "Wow."

The room had been transformed, the walls painted a subtle shade of lemon yellow – "Tyler's favorite color," Pablo beamed. Windows and furniture had been repaired or replaced, floors re-finished, and the white muslin curtains left behind by Mario had had been re-hung and blew elegantly in the light breeze.

"Guys, this is absolutely amazing – much better even than before. You two must have been working on this most of the night."

"Pretty much, dude, and we work fast." Randy's eyes sparkled. "We did get a few hours' sleep and time for, well, a little recreation," grinning at Pablo. "You think the kid'll like it?"

"Like it?" Bob said. "He'll be over the moon, especially coming from that closet-size room of his in the desert to this gorgeous space."

"And look, sir ..." Pablo opened the closet and drawers. "All those new clothes we bought for Tyler when you and me went shopping yesterday before ..." he blushed, "well, before the fight and everything. Anyway, they're all here. I can't wait to show him ... make up for all the crap we put him through. I know he's with Eddie at Steve's place so I'm going up there right now."

"Er, I wouldn't be too hasty," Bob cautioned. "I just spoke to Steve and he wants Tyler to spend the day up there so he can check him out and make sure he's really ready for what lies ahead."

Pablo bristled and his mood darkened. "What lies ahead for him is that he's my boy, and I'll be the one who decides where the fuck he spends his fucking day. This is bullshit. I'm gonna call the doc right now."

"Pablo, please don't lose your ..." But Pablo was gone, pulling out his cell-phone as he left.

Bob heaved a deep sigh of frustration. "What am I gonna do with you two? You're cut from the same rough cloth."

Randy, still basking in the pride of his construction achievements last night, smothered a grin as he looked at Bob. "My boy tells me you gave him a real tongue lashing yesterday. I'm waiting for mine."

Bob looked at the self-satisfied gypsy and sighed again with frustration. "Randy ... I have no words left to say. It's all been said before, over and over again. I have given you the reprimand speech so often I should record it and just hit the `play' button next time you act up.

"I mean, here you are, the great protector of boys, causing suffering to one of the most vulnerable. I just don't get it. Did you really have to fuck Tyler when you got home from work yesterday? Why on earth did you do that?"

Randy shrugged. "I was horny."

"Oh my god, you are such a child. I bet when you were a kid in school and the teacher asked, Randy, why were you masturbating under your desk there?' you said the same to him – Cos I was horny, sir'."

Randy grinned. "Number one, buddy, when I was horny I had the good taste to go to the locker room to jack off. Number two, I didn't stay in school that long anyway, I needed to earn a living. And number three, I never called my teacher sir'. Never called anyone sir' ... except maybe you sometimes when you fucked me and made me submit to you ... sir."

At a loss for words Bob looked at him and stifled a smile, then sputtered and started to laugh. Randy joined in and soon they were both helpless with mirth and Randy wrapped his arms round his lover. "Hey, dude," he said, "how about we fool around a bit now, eh? Christen Tyler's bed here and you let me fuck you?"

"Randy, why on earth would I do that?"

"'Cos you're horny."

Bob stared into the smiling, seductive blue eyes and said, "Fuck you, man. Fuck you."

Then he took his clothes off.

Downstairs things were much less harmonious as Pablo talked to Doctor Steve on the phone. "Bob's right," Steve said patiently. "Tyler's entry to his new world has been quite traumatic and confusing. By all accounts he worships you but he's probably racked with doubts and self-recrimination about what happened.

"So in my professional opinion it would be best for him to spend a quiet day up here where I can talk to him casually and get a sense of his feelings and his needs. He'll be with his pal Eddie and he'll get to know Lloyd and Tommy. While he's here I'll treat him as my patient."

"Your patient? That's bullshit ... he's my boy. I don't give a shit about no `professional opinion' and I'm warning you, doc, I know what you get up to there, especially Lloyd and Tommy and their fuck sessions. If they try to lure my boy into getting gang fucked, I'll damn well ..."

"Oh for heaven's sake, Pablo. Do you really think that after what happened with Randy I would allow anyone near that boy's ass? That's insulting to me and all the guys here."

"I don't care. The kid is my boy and I'm coming up there to reclaim him."

"Listen to yourself, Pablo. Reclaim him – like he's a piece of lost baggage? That just shows me that you don't have the temperament to be anyone's master, least of all a shy, confused young man like Tyler. Now let me give you a warning. If you come up here and make a scene I'll take out a restraining order on you and you won't be allowed near him. Check with Mark – as a cop he knows the law. A doctor always has an obligation to protect his patient.

Pablo was seething. "Fuck you, doc. Fuck you and all your fancy shrink talk. I'm Randy's boy and we get what we want. You ain't heard the last of this." He hung up on Steve and paced round the garden.

The twins, who saw and heard everything as usual, now came out and Kyle said, "Hey, Pablo, breakfast is getting cold. It's all ready in the dining room. Come on, you need to eat."

Pablo was so angry he couldn't think straight so his default position was to follow the twins into breakfast where he went to the sideboard and made a noisy show of piling his plate high with food. Already seated at table were Mark and Jamie, Adam and Nate. They had heard Pablo's angry voice coming from the garden and now exchanged silent glances and raised eyebrows.

Pablo joined them, ignoring them as he stuffed food angrily in his mouth and they tried to carry on their normal conversation. But Pablo abruptly interrupted them by looking up and saying, "So Mark, what's this bullshit restraining thing all about? The doc said you'd know."

"A restraining order? It's a legal way of keeping someone away from another person to stop him for harming them. I've often been called in to help enforce one."

"Harm them? Does that fucking shrink really think I would harm my own boy? Fucking bullshit. We'll see about that." He looked down at his plate and resumed stuffing food in his mouth. Mark looked at the others and shrugged in a let's-not-get-involved gesture.

The ensuing uncomfortable silence was broken by their resumed, stilted conversation until at last Bob and Randy came in, with that post-sex afterglow they all recognized. Mark shot a cautionary look at Bob and nodded toward Pablo who was still stubbornly focused on his plate.

Bob knew Pablo had stormed out on him and Randy to call Steve and rightly guessed that the conversation had been belligerent. When he and Randy had got their own breakfast and sat at the table Bob said casually, "So what's happening, Pablo?"

Pablo raised angry eyes and said, "Bullshit, that's what's happening ... fucking bullshit ... the fucking shrink's not letting me see my own boy ... gonna get the law on me or something ... fucking restraining bullshit."

Bob said gently, "Oh, I don't think it would ever come to that. Look at me Pablo." He gazed into Bob's dark brown eyes. "Pablo, you're angry right now, and I understand why. But if you take my advice, you're not in the greatest of moods to reunite with Tyler right now. Let some water flow under the bridge and you'll find the reunion will be all the better later on. I think the best thing you can do for now is just go to work. I'm sure the construction site is busy, right Randy?"

Bob looked for support at Randy who said, "Damn straight. Kiddo, I gotta have that truck fixed by noon ... got a lot of shit to haul. Think you can work with Ben and get it done by then?"

"Course we can," Pablo growled. "Seems I'm trusted with a 10-ton truck but not with my own boy." He looked back at Bob. "OK, sir, I'll do what you say. And after work I'll check back with you before I go get my boy."

"Thank you, Pablo. It's all gonna come out OK, you'll see."

"Thanks, sir," Pablo mumbled as got up and strode from the room.

Adam grinned at Bob and said in his Australian drawl, "Mate, how do you do that? I mean take a guy who's all riled up like that and end up with him eating out of your hand."

Bob grinned. "Oh, I dunno – tone of voice, the look in the eye ... and no rough stuff." He smiled over at Randy and held up his hands ... "Look dad, no fists."

Meanwhile, up in the Hollywood Hills, things were stirring in the guesthouse down the path from Steve's house. Hassan disentangled himself form the young limbs draped round him and got out of bed. He pulled on gym shorts and running shoes and took off on his regular early morning run in the hills.

Eddie brewed coffee and the two boys sat out on the porch in the early morning sun. "So," Eddie said, "today you get to meet Doctor Steve."

"Yeah, and I'm kinda scared about that," Tyler said.

"Ah, piece of cake, don't worry. OK, so let me fil you in on the setup here. Steve's a real good guy, gorgeous as hell and real smart. He's a shrink, solves guys' problems for a living. He's had therapy sessions with all the guys in the tribe at one time or another but his methods are not just `sit on the couch and spill your guts'. He's real ... inventive."

"Plus, he's Randy's brother, a year younger and looks just like him. But the similarity ends there. Steve's the cleaned-up version – Beverly Hills professional, while Randy's the ... well, you know, the rough tough gypsy. They were separated at birth or something, like characters in some soap opera. Randy stayed on the tough streets of Texas while Steve was raised by some rich family up north in Marin County.

"His lover is Lloyd and they got this fancy shmancy house just up the path here. Lloyd's the architect for Randy's construction company, and they've had their big old fights too that usually ended up with Randy fucking the shit out of him. Not that Lloyd minded. He's a gym jock, hooked on good-looking guys, and loves to fuck.

"Which brings me to Tommy, their house manager. He used to be known as the Golden Boy – totally gorgeous with the body of death. Used to be an ice skater, then a competition gymnast, which he still does. He worked as an assistant manager at a ritzy hotel down the coast, but he had a real my-shit-don't-stink attitude.

"It was Randy knocked that out of him and now he's a great guy – loves to get it on with Lloyd who watches him do his gymnastic routine at the gym downstairs, then fucks him. Tommy's lover is Danny, the chef at the Grady House – I'll tell you later – but they fuck around with other guys too as we all do – but always in the tribe – remember the rule I told you about?"

Eddie finally paused for breath and Tyler grinned, "Dude, that's a lot to take in – all these new guys ... a bit scary like I said."

"Ah, you'll be fine. Hey, there's Steve now." Tyler looked up and saw a tall, broad-shouldered man coming down the path from the main house. He was dressed in smart slacks and loafers and a white dress shirt and tie pulled down at the loosened collar. As he approached Tyler could see that Eddie had been right – macho handsome with a warm smile.

"Hi, Eddie, we meet at last," Steve said, holding out his hand to shake Tyler's, who gasped, "But, sir, you're just like Randy."

Steve laughed, "You know that's the first thing I hear out of most guys' mouths when I meet them, if they already know my brother. But appearances can be deceptive. Except for the face and body I behave a lot differently from Randy."

"Like you're not gonna fuck me, sir?" Tyler smiled shyly.

Steve roared with laughter, "No, kiddo, I'm not gonna fuck you." That flash of humor from Tyler on a subject that had been painful told Steve a whole lot about the boy right from the start. If he was feeling relaxed enough to be confident he could give and take as well as the next boy. No wonder he and Eddie had struck up a friendship.

"Hey, can you squeeze another cup of coffee out of that pot?"

"Sure, sir," Tyler said, "I'll go get another cup." He scurried inside and Steve gave Eddie an approving look. Eddie smiled back proudly as if he alone were responsible for this newfound confidence in Tyler (which Eddie mostly was, in fact.)

When Tyler returned and poured Steve's coffee the doctor said, "I can't stay long as I'm seeing a patient in a few minutes. I'll only be an hour with him ... actually," he smiled" only fifty minutes – that's a shrink's definition of an hour. I just wanted to meet you first, Tyler, and tell you what I think we should do today.

"Now I know you are anxious to see Pablo, and that does you credit. But after what happened yesterday I think it would be good if you spent most of today with us before you and Pablo are reunited. I told Pablo this and, predictably, he objected strongly. He said you are his boy and he wants to come and get you as soon as possible. I think his impatience indicates how much he loves you and wants you."

Tyler brightened. "You think so sir?"

"Sure of it. Anyway Bob persuaded him to hold off until after he finishes work and then he'll come. In the meantime I feel it's important for you see how the tribe works, the kind of relationships and interactions the guys have, as they can be unusual and surprising to a newcomer. It'll be good for you to meet the other guys here, my lover Lloyd and our house manager Tommy, and later Tommy's lover Danny is dropping by.

"Now I hate to lay this on you right away, but I understand that you have done some kitchen work with the twins at Uncle Mike's in Palm Springs, is that right?"

"Yes, sir, quite a bit. I liked it a lot."

"Good. Well, you see, Tommy is single handed in the kitchen today until Danny gets here later so," he paused and frowned. "I hope you won't think this impolite of me since you just got here but I'm wondering if you might help Tommy in the kitchen, for breakfast at least. Could you?"

"Of course, sir," Tyler said eagerly. "I would like that." Of course this was a calculated part of Steve's plan. No better way to make the kid feel at home and part of the family than putting him to work in the kitchen.

"Great, good of you, Tyler. Eddie, I know you have to be here for when Hassan gets back from his run – he's usually hot and horny after that and you have your, er, duties, so do you mind if I steal Tyler away for a while?" He winked secretly at Eddie who grinned playfully at Tyler.

"Go ahead, kiddo, and don't forget – I like my eggs like my attitude – sunny side up."

Steve took Tyler up the path to the house, which impressed Tyler with its size and opulence and its expansive views over the Hollywood Hills and all the way to the ocean. For a moment he felt nervous and out of place until Steve took him into the kitchen and introduce him to Tommy. His first view of Tommy was from the back. He was bent over the oven and Tyler gasped at the sight of the incredible bubble butt under his tight black pants.

"I know," Steve winked at the boy. "Amazing uh? That is an ice- skater's butt, kiddo. Tommy, stop flashing those flawless buns and let me introduce Pablo's boy Tyler to you. He's come to help you in the kitchen."

Tommy stood up straight, turned round and flashed a smile. Again Tyler gasped at the dazzling blond with his tousled blond hair and obviously stunning body under his tight gray T-shirt. Steve nudged Tyler and said in a stage whisper, "Gymnastics, Tyler. That's where that perfect physique comes from."

"Tyler," Tommy smiled, "it's good to meet you, dude, I've been hearing so much about you on the grapevine. And thank goodness you're here `cos I was in the weeds here trying to prepare breakfast for so many."

"Tommy," Steve said, "my patient will be here any minute so can I leave Tyler in your capable hands?"

He hurried out and Tommy said, "Thanks a heap for helping me out, Tyler. Here's what we have to do first." Tyler followed Tommy's instructions well and they worked so comfortably together that they were able to chat while they worked.

Tommy said, "Don't worry, dude, I know all about what happened down there with you and Randy, and I can sympathize. See, when I first came in contact with the tribe Randy fucked me and ... shit you might as well know ... I fell in love with him. You know what I mean?"

"I can believe it," Tyler said, warming to the subject. "Pablo told me I wasn't to let anyone near my ass except him, but when Randy wanted to fuck me I ... I gave in and ... and I loved it. I felt so guilty afterwards – still do."

"Ah, you shouldn't beat yourself up over it, dude. Everyone falls in love with Randy, even though he can be a rough son-of-a-bitch sometimes. If he were to walk in now and tell me to drop my pants I would. But I've got a great life here with Steve and Lloyd. They're great guys and I'm one of the family."

Tyler grinned and jumped right in. "Er, Eddie told me about you and Lloyd. Is it true that ...?"

"That he watches me do my gymnastics routine, then fucks my ass? Yup, it's true, and I get off on it big time. See, as a gymnast I was always something of an exhibitionist and even now I love showing off to guys. Lloyd is a guy who loves to look at handsome guys with great bodies – that's why he often goes to a public gym when he's got a great one downstairs. He's a real gym-jock and it shows. Great body."

"But Eddie says you've got a lover. How does he feel about that?"

"Danny? Yeah we love each other a lot, even though we live in different houses ... he's the chef at the Grady House. We have great sex together, but we don't mind if we fool around with other guys too. Most of the guys in the tribe are like that – provided it don't stray outside the tribe, that's a big no-no. "Course, Randy gets mad if anyone else fucks his lover Bob in the ass, and Pablo takes after him. That's why he had a cow when Randy fucked you.

"But I'm not in love with Lloyd – we're just fuck buddies. I love showing off to him and he loves to watch and it's only natural that watching makes him horny and he ends up fucking me."

Just then the kitchen door flew open and Lloyd came in, wearing gym shorts and tank top that showed off his well-honed muscles to perfection. A smile lit his handsome face and he said, "Hey, Tommy, I'm off to the gym but I had to stop by to meet the new guy. And that would be you, kiddo." He ruffled Tyler's hair. "Great to meet you, here give me a hug."

Tyler found himself swept into Lloyd's strong arms and pressed against his muscular body. When they separated Lloyd looked down at the unmistakable bulge in Tyler's shorts. He chuckled, "That's what we like to see, kiddo. But word on the block is it's strictly look don't touch with you. Don't wanna stir things up with Pablo like Randy did." Tyler blushed.

"But the same don't apply to you, Tommy," Lloyd grinned. "You are definitely look and touch. You, er, gonna be working out downstairs later, stud?"

"As always," Tommy smiled sexily.

"Good. I'll see you there, big guy. Good to meet you, Tyler. Welcome to the whorehouse."

With that he was gone. "See what I mean, Tyler?" Tommy said "There's no stopping Lloyd. He'll spend an hour at the gym, showing off his body and ogling other guys, then he'll come home horny and hot to trot and get all stoked watching me. Then he'll move in for the kill. Danny's coming up later `cos he likes to see the show. I hope Steve lets you watch too – it'd be an education."

Tommy and Tyler worked well together and breakfast was soon on the table out by the pool. Steve had finished the session with his patient and came out dressed more casually in cargo shorts and a white V-neck T-shirt. It emphasized his muscular chest better than the formal shirt had and also had the effect of enlarging the bulge in Tyler's shorts.

They were soon joined by Hassan and Eddie. When Hassan had come back from his run Eddie had naturally knelt before him and sucked his sweaty cock to a noisy climax before they both hit the shower.

When the food was all served Tyler and Tommy took their places, and Steve had Tyler sit next to him. During the meal Steve chatted amiably with Tyler in what seemed to the boy to be casual conversation. But in fact Steve was skillfully putting him completely at ease and, in answering Steve's questions, Tyler gave him many unguarded insights into his previous solitary life and his aspirations now, which all centered, not unexpectedly, on his role as Pablo's boy.

Steve quickly deduced that under the boys shy exterior there was a bright, quick-witted youngster struggling to emerge. But the doc had learned all he needed for now, rather like the first session with a new patient, and he judged that it was time to move to the next phase – exposing Tyler to the rather unorthodox currents of emotion and sexuality that flowed throughout the tribe. Steve wanted the boy to become confident not only in himself, but also in navigating those currents smoothly in the future.

As the meal wound down Hassan excused himself as he had to go to work on the local Marine base. He hugged Eddie and said, "Back about 5 or 6, kiddo. You know how I am after a day with those young soldiers, so I'm gonna be needing you. You gonna be there waiting for me?"

"Sir, yes sir," Eddie said with a smart salute and an impish smile.

As Hassan left, Lloyd returned from his gym workout and grabbed a bite to eat. Steve noticed the salacious smiles between Lloyd and Tommy and took that as his cue. "Er, seems to me Tommy is probably eager to get to his usual morning workout in the gym downstairs, so Eddie and Tyler I wonder if you two would mind clearing the table and loading the dishwasher.

"Actually," Steve grinned, "Tommy's gymnastic routine is something to watch – just ask Lloyd. So as a special treat, Tyler, why don't I take you down there with Eddie and we'll get ringside seats. Tommy's lover Danny is on his way over here so Tommy will have quite an audience. You don't mind that, do you Tommy?" Steve asked unnecessarily with a knowing smile.

"Not at all, sir. I miss the reactions of an audience at competitions."

"Yeah," Eddie whispered in Tyler's ear as they cleared the dishes, "but I bet those audiences never reacted like this one will. Come on, dude, let's get this done fast. You don't wanna miss this show."

When they went downstairs to the large gym in the basement Tommy was already warming up with an elaborate series of stretches. Tyler stood in the doorway and his jaw dropped in amazement. In his previous solitary life Tyler had loved watching gymnastic competitions on TV, especially the Olympics, as all the young athletes were uniformly gorgeous with spectacular bodies. He always jerked off watching them, but he had never seen one live, and certainly not one like the man he was looking at now.

Tommy was wearing his gymnast's leotard, with singlet straps over his shoulders and legs that ended at his muscled thighs. The thin spandex fabric clung to his body like a second skin, with every contour of his muscular physique etched underneath. With his blond hair and chiseled features he looked simply stunning.

There were several canvas chairs around the room and Steve and Lloyd were already seated. Steve waved the boys over to him and made sure that Tyler sat next to him.

He leaned close and said quietly, "Just so you know, Tyler, I just spoke to Pablo on the phone and told him what we were doing. In the past Pablo has cum watching Tommy and he told me it's OK if you want to cum too. He has forbidden anyone to have sex with you, but he said, `creaming his shorts is fine, as many times as he likes'."

"And you will like, dude, believe me," Eddie said, sitting on his other side and overhearing Steve's comment. "Now I'm gonna shut up and watch." Hearing the unusual promise that Eddie was going to shut up, Tyler shared a secret smile with Steve.

Just then a new guy slid quietly into the room, stood behind Tyler and squeezed his shoulders. "Hey, Tyler, I'm Danny, Tommy's lover. Welcome to the tribe. We'll talk after the show." He took his seat next to Lloyd.

Tommy began his routine on the gymnastic rings, pulling himself up, then stretching his arms out straight to the sides and holding the pose in a test of strength. His muscles flexed hard, his veins bulged and there was a look of clench-jawed concentration on his face. Tyler's cock instantly became rock hard but he resisted touching it, knowing that he would spill his load.

The rest of the routine was spectacular, with mat exercises, a display on the vaulting horse, the parallel bars. Tommy's body seemed to get more gorgeous as the routine went on, pumping his muscles to the max, a thin sheen of sweat covering them and streaking his leotard, his blond hair flying over his face. Tyler was so turned on that he instinctively touched the bulge at his crotch, inhaled sharply ... and creamed his shorts.

Sitting next to him Eddie nudge him and whispered, "You too, eh, dude? I've cum twice. Looking at that hunk what else can a guy do?"

Tommy's routine went on for twenty minutes and ended that way he had begun, hanging onto the rings, pulling himself up effortlessly, holding the pose, then flipping over twice before coming down to a perfect landing, arms raised in a triumphant V. There was a burst of applause and cheers and Tommy beamed at the acclaim, which he richly deserved.

While he cheered along with the others Tyler looked over at Lloyd and Danny who were smiling and whispering conspiratorially. Lloyd got up and faced the group. "Gentlemen, on behalf of us all I want to thank this gorgeous young athlete for turning us all on like that. But it's given me one big problem. It's this ..." He pulled down his gym shorts and his cock sprang out as long and proud as a flagpole.

"You always do this to me Tommy, and there's always only one remedy. He stepped out of his shorts and, buck naked except for his sneakers and gym tank-top, walked over to Tommy and stared into his eyes. "You know what's coming, stud, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," Tommy said, his athlete's pride now dissolving onto lust. Lloyd reached forward and pushed the straps of the singlet down off the gymnast's shoulders. Tommy reached up to the rings hanging from ropes above him and grabbed them, his body stretched upward, his leotard hanging down, clinging to his slim waist and exposing his ripped eight-pack abs.

Lloyd pulled off his own tank and seductively teased Tommy, the handsome gym-jock flexing his muscles before the salivating gymnast. He stroked the mounds of Tommy's pecs, his abs and then reached round and cupped the cheeks of his ass.

"Gentleman," Lloyd declaimed, "I think we can all agree that this is one spectacular piece of ass, the result of all those athletic years as an ice skater. I call them the `buns of death' and every time Tommy passes by me in those tight black pants of his I get a major boner. And now, with Danny's approval, I get to do what I always lust after doing."

Tyler looked anxiously across at Danny and was surprised to see a broad smile on his face. Steve said quietly, "See, kid, Danny loves Tommy and wants him to have fun. He knows Tommy loves this public display and he loves to watch it. Don't worry, later today the two of them will be fucking like jack rabbits."

Reassured, Tyler focused back on Lloyd who had sunk to his knees behind Tommy, who was still stretched up grasping the rings. The gym was lined with mirrors so everyone in the room had a view of every side of the action. Lloyd pressed his face against the spandex stretched over the ass, then licked the streak of sweat on the fabric between the cheeks.

He lightly bit the solid ass before curling his fingers over the top of the leotard and jerking it down inch by inch, slowly exposing the perfect white globes that contrasted with the jock's golden tan. When the ass was fully exposed Lloyd buried is face between the cheeks, licking the ass he was soon to penetrate."

He changed position, walking round on his knees to the front and gazing at Tommy's stiff dick. By now the leotard had fallen to the floor and Lloyd stared up at the naked gymnast still holding the rings above him.

"Man, you are so fucking beautiful it's gonna be a privilege to fuck that perfect jock ass. But first I'm gonna prime your dick." He lowered his mouth over it and pumped it hungrily, letting it slide down his throat and feasting on the pungent taste of pre-cum. He brought Tommy to the edge of his climax, then suddenly pulled away and stood up.

"I'd love to drink you, Tommy but I'll leave that to another guy. I have another goal in mind – that gorgeous fucking ass," he yelled. He reached over for one of the jars of lube kept in the gym and spread the grease over his cock, stroking it slowly as he stared at the blond gymnast.

"You want this, stud, don't you? You want it bad. Let me hear it, man"

"Oh yeah. I want your cock in my ass, sir. Please, I need to get fucked up the ass. Please, sir ... fuck me ... fuck me."

Tyler was riveted. He had seen this proud athlete displaying his magnificent body in a show of homoerotic masculinity, and now here was the same blond jock, his naked body stretched like it was being tortured on a rack, begging to get fucked up the ass. Tyler couldn't believe it, could not have imagined it in his wildest imagination. It was overwhelming, it was ... aaah. He sighed deeply as he pumped another load of jizz in his shorts.

By now Lloyd was behind Tommy, hands gripping his narrow hips, his cock pressed between his ass cheeks. "Here it comes, big guy," Lloyd said in his ear. "What you've wanted all along." With one thrust he drove his cock deep in his ass, the handsome jock screamed and his body trashed from side to side as he clung to the rings above him.

It was as if the young gymnast was getting butt-fucked in the middle of his routine. Tyler had watched his muscles ripple and flex as he hung from the rings before, but now he was getting fucked in the ass too. As Lloyd pounded ass Tommy tried to pull himself upward, off the long shaft penetrating him. He raised his feet off the floor and hung naked from the ropes, his legs thrashing in midair as the pile driver slammed in his ass.

The action became intensely homoerotic as the body of the naked young athlete hung writhing from the ropes while the merciless rod speared his ass. The spectators stroked their dicks, mesmerized by the spectacle, when suddenly Danny stood up, walked toward Tommy and kissed him hard on the mouth. "Dude, you look so beautiful like that. I love watching you, your naked body stretched, getting your ass reamed, loving it. I want to make you cum, buddy."

Danny dropped to his knees, licked the silky pre-cum from the end of his lover's cock, then swallowed the whole shaft and clamped his throat muscles round it. Tommy howled in ecstasy and Lloyd yelled, "Yeah, Danny, work on the jock's dick while I pound his ass. Let's do it man, let's work on the fucking gymnast and make him spill his load. Shit, that ass feels incredible, so fucking hot ... it's gonna make me cum, man, bust my fucking load in the jock's ass. You ready to drink his jizz, Danny? Come on man ... let's go for it."

By now Tyler and Eddie had discarded all modesty, pulled their dicks out and pumped them hard as they watched the spectacular sight of the naked blond gymnast, hanging from the ropes, his muscular body writhing as he got fucked and sucked at the same time. The young athlete was being driven wild, yelling, "Yeah, fuck me, sir ... fuck my ass ... make me cum ... make me shoot my jizz in my lover's mouth. Aaah ... fuck ... yeah ... fuck ... aaagh!"

Tommy felt Lloyd's cock explode in his ass, blasting hot semen deep in his gut, and Danny swallowed hard, gulping down his lover's juice that poured down his throat. Shouts rang out from Eddie and Tyler, so dazzled by the spectacle of the naked gymnast with a cock in his ass that they spurted twin sprays of juice in the air, their third and final orgasm, courtesy of Tommy, the gymnast with the buns of death.

Back up by the pool they all recovered their breath and relaxed over drinks and sandwiches eagerly prepared by Eddie and Tyler. Steve gave a satisfied smile as he watched Tyler, now buoyant and confident, well integrated in the group.

Steve knew that the show downstairs had been good for him as he had shed his inhibitions and joined in the fun with gusto. It had been a revelation to the boy that a couple like Tommy and Danny could give each other the freedom to indulge their sexual pleasures and become closer than ever, confident that their love would only be strengthened by brief adventures with others.

The upshot was that Steve considered Tyler much more grounded than before and ready for his reunion with his young master Pablo. "He'll be coming up here straight from work on the construction site," Steve said, then grinned, "and if he's anything like his dad Randy he won't bother to shower or change. You'll have to take him as he comes, all sweaty and greasy."

"Sounds hot, but I'm real nervous, sir. I mean the last words he said to me was accusing me of disobeying him by giving my ass to Randy. You think he's really forgiven me?"

"Tyler," Steve said with a kindly smile, "I suspect Pablo is wondering the same thing – whether you have forgiven him for what he said. After everything that's happened you'll be a bit shy with each other at first. I mean, there's a lot riding on this first meeting. Things will be touch and go between you at first, a bit uncomfortable, but I've learned a lot about you today, kid, and I'm betting that things are gonna work out fine."

Tyler spent a relaxing afternoon with the guys, but deep down he was anxious about that first reunion. The tension increased as the time drew near, and Tyler was splashing around in the pool with Eddie, both naked, when Danny shouted, "Hey Tyler he's here. Pablo's here."

Tyler had a moment of panic as he pulled himself up out of the pool and stood butt naked and soaking wet, water streaming down his freckled face. And there stood the handsome mechanic, shirtless in jeans and boots, his face and body still streaked with oil and grease from his work.

They stood facing each other in silence, not sure how to begin. Then Pablo said, "Hey, kid. You ready to come home?"

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 385

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