A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 407 By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 407 – "FINN'S SEX THERAPY FROM DOC STEVE"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

Alpha male Miguel continues to break down the inhibitions of Finn, the young former hustler he takes under his wing. The thorniest issue is sex. Miguel tells Bob, "I can't see how we transition from quick hand-jobs and dry-humping to full man-on-man sex." Finn has never been fucked but the therapist Doctor Steve shows him an erotic demonstration of its pleasures when Steve's lover Lloyd surrenders his ass to Miguel.

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

In his search for a boy of his own Miguel, the tough Hispanic musclehunk who had recently joined the tribe, wanted a challenge. And he found one, named Finn, a hustler with a troubled past who had been passed from one abusive man to another, bought' and sold' in the more unsavory elements of the otherwise proud leather community.

That life had left Finn bitter, defiant and suspicious of everyone. When Miguel `bought' him from his previous master Finn said boastfully, "I gotta get one thing straight, man. I'm really into chicks. I only do it with guys for money and even then I'm strictly a top man."

But after a day or two with Miguel it became clear that was an empty boast. He slept with Miguel without touching, but had a permanent hard-on. He worked out with the shirtless muscle-jock in the gym and twice jacked off in the restroom thinking about him, then felt shame at doing it

When Miguel casually threw his arm across Finn's shoulder, Finn flinched and immediately regretted flinching. It was a delicate dance, as Miguel realized, with one step back and two steps forward, hopefully in the right direction.

Things came to a head when Miguel finally introduced Finn to other members of the tribe at dinner. Finn had already made friends with young Eddie, who had smartened him up by cutting his hair and shaving off his beard. Now he sat next to Brandon who ran through the descriptions of all the other members of the tribe at the table.

Faced with so many self-confident men and boys the insecure Finn panicked and bolted from the table, followed by Brandon. "I can't do it Brandon" he said desperately. "I can't be one of that group out there. I mean, those boys with their masters – they are real confident, like they belong here, they fit in. That could never be me. I'm a hustler, dude, a cheap hustler. It's all I know how to do, give guys sex for money. Those guys would look down on me."

But Brandon reassured him, pointing out that many of the boys had originally come from the wrong side of the tracks before joining the tribe. "When you have a master he becomes the most important guy in your life and you do everything you can to make him feel good. Miguel wants you, dude. Don't push him away."

Brandon frowned. "There is one thing, though – this sex thing. You claim you're not into sex with guys, except for money. You don't even want Miguel to touch you." He grinned at Finn. "That's not true, is it dude? A guy like Miguel? Come on dude, level with me."

Finn looked into Brandon's earnest round eyes ... and finally told the truth. "I thought it was true but that was me trying to be a bigshot. Dude, he's fucking gorgeous. I have a permanent boner when I'm with him. When we worked out in the gym I went away twice and jerked off thinking about him. Brandon, I want him so much, but I'm scared I'm not good enough for him."

"Finn, you might be just what Miguel needs. He told us, `I can't get over the thought that somewhere out there there's a kid feeling alone, confused and afraid, and I want to wrap my arms round him and tell him he's safe now'. Finn, let that guy be you. Take care of him, make him feel good and let him make you feel safe. Make him your life, dude."

Brandon persuaded Finn to return to the table where he and Miguel glanced frequently at each other, brief fragments of silent communication that brought a closeness they hadn't felt before. And as soon as dinner was over Miguel said, "You ready, kid? It's been a long day."

Back in the bedroom Finn looked down at Miguel lying naked on the bed. His talk with Brandon had made him a bit bolder, bold enough to now say shyly, "Can ... can I touch you, sir?"

One thing led to another and Finn ended up stroking Miguel's cock and his own, ending in huge simultaneous orgasms. The boy stared in disbelief at Miguel's cock as it shuddered and spurted a stream of juice in the air. Mesmerized, he fell forward and clamped his mouth over the cock, tasting for the first time the sperm of this magnificent man sliding down his throat.

When the eruption stopped at last he stared wildly down at Miguel, then fell on top of him, sobbing uncontrollably. Wrapping his arms tight around him while the boy sobbed it all out of his system, Miguel asked himself, `Was this it? Was this his boy at last?'

He was under no illusions. This was just the first crack in the wall, and it would take a lot more before the emotional scars healed in this profoundly troubled young man. It was now his responsibility to guide him through the fears, doubts and panic attacks that would inevitably occur in the future.

It was a responsibility that scared Miguel as the boy clung to him desperately, putting all his hope in Miguel to protect him. Miguel knew the tribe would help, but it would be a lot of work. It was a big challenge – the challenge he had sought, and needed, to make his life whole.

Finn was at last calming down and murmured, "Sorry I blubbed like that, sir. It's just that I ... I dunno ... sir, do you think you could hold me like this until I fall asleep?"

"All night if you want, kiddo. You're here, in my bed, in my arms – right where you belong."

********************* CHAPTER 407 **********************

As Miguel had said to Finn, it had been a long day, physically and emotionally, and the two slept soundly, with Finn wrapped in Miguel's arms for much of the night. It was early next morning that Miguel woke, no longer pressed against the boy.

As he surfaced to consciousness memories returned, especially of last night's breakthrough where Finn, despite his confusion, had at last expressed affection and even some impulsive sexual feeling for him. With a contented moan Miguel turned over and reached out for Finn.

But he was not there.

Must be in the bathroom. He opened his eyes and the shorts Finn had taken off last night were not there either. Suddenly alarmed Miguel jumped out of bed and checked the bathroom. Not there. Not in the garden either when Miguel looked out the window.

Quickly he pulled on his cargo shorts and sneakers and went outside. Maybe he had gone across to the tribe's house for some reason where they had dinner the evening before. With mounting concern he ran across the street and through the gate where he bumped into Eddie who looked wide-eyed and agitated.

"Sir ... sir, are you looking for Finn?"

"Have you seen him, Eddie?"

"Yes, sir. I came to work early like I usually do to clear up the garden after last night's dinner so the twins can set up breakfast. You've no idea the mess the guys leave when they ..."

"Eddie ...Finn?"

"Ah yes, I was getting to that. Anyway, when I drove up he was coming out of your house and starting to head down the hill. I called out to him but he just said he was going for a walk – needed to get away, he said. Well, I thought that was a bit weird but I didn't follow him `cos he looked like he wanted to be left alone."

"Do you know where he was going?"

"Well, sir, that's the thing. I was thinking about it and I might know. See, when I was cutting his hair yesterday I was chatting away like I always do, and told him about the time years ago when Jamie ran away from Mark and I .. I think I may have mentioned where he went. It's a place a lot of the boys go to when they want some space, to be alone. I go there sometimes to meditate – well, what I call meditating ... mostly I fall asleep but ..."

"Eddie, please concentrate. Where is this place?"

"Oh, it's down in the Arroyo, sir. It's a great place in a valley where the stream flows ... you know, grassy, lots of trees, real quiet and peaceful where a guy can be himself, hide if he wants to. Oh, not that I think Finn is hiding from you, sir, `cos ..."

Miguel grabbed the boy's shoulders. "Eddie, please, cut to the chase. Where is this Arroyo?"

"That's easy, sir. You go straight down to the bottom of the hill, across Figueroa and half a mile further you come to it. When you go through the trees turn right and there's lots of grassy places on the bank where a guy can, like I said ..."

"Thanks Eddie." Miguel cut him off once again, turned and ran back though the gate."

Eddie frowned and said out loud, "Shit, I talked too much again. I really gotta learn to zip it."

Miguel ran down the hill, his mind crowded with uneasy thoughts. Why had Finn left so suddenly? Was he running away ... was it all over so soon? He thought that last night was a breakthrough when Finn had asked to touch him, jerked him off and even ended up sucking his cock and drinking his cum.

Ah, that must be the problem! Finn had told him he hated the sex he was forced to have with his johns as a hustler, and now the boy had actually had sex with him and swallowed his cum. He must have freaked out, it preyed on his mind and when he woke he panicked. Shit, he knew it wouldn't be easy with this kid but hadn't expected it to unravel so fast. He had to find him.

Eddie had gabbed too much as always, but his directions were good, much to Miguel's relief. He crossed Figueroa Street and soon came to the rustic expanse of the Arroyo Seco. He walked through the trees to the grassy area and turned right as Eddie had directed.

Now it was Miguel's turn to panic. The place was a wilderness. He would never find him here, even if he had actually come here, which was just Eddie's guess. He didn't want to call out his name as that might make the boy run farther. He stumbled through the long grass for a while, then stood and listened. He heard something – a rustling of leaves, and maybe breathing.

He came to a clearing in the trees and there was Finn sitting on a grassy bank his arms wrapped round his knees drawn up to his chin. He was startled to see Miguel and started to get to his feet, but Miguel said gently, "No, don't get up. I'll come down to you." He sat on the grass facing him and Finn looked at Miguel with a guilty expression.

"Hi, kiddo, what's up?"

Finn shrugged. "Oh, you know."

"I don't actually but let me take a guess. When you woke up this morning you thought about what you had done last night ... the way you touched me, jerked me off. After everything you told me about how you always hated sex with men and only did it for pay, the memory of drinking my cum must have freaked you out. That's why you ran away. Right?"

Finn gave him a puzzled look. "Oh no, sir. It wasn't that way at all. I like what we did ... I liked it too much."

"Meaning? Come on, talk to me kiddo. I'm a good listener."

"That's what Brandon said yesterday."

"And that turned out pretty good, didn't it?" Miguel grinned.

Finn looked into Miguel's dark smiling eyes, took a deep breath and began. "I woke up early this morning sir. You weren't touching me but you were real close and breathing heavy. My cock was hard, and got harder when I flashed back on the night before. Like I said, I really liked it ... and that's what scared me."

He paused, gathering his thoughts. "See, for a long time I've hated my life with those guys who treated me like shit, and my dream was to get away from it all and live on my own. Then this morning I flashed on what it would be like living with you, and I got confused. Oh, I know you wouldn't treat me like shit, sir, far from it. But after wanting to be alone for so long, was I gonna throw all that away and wind up living with you? And how long would that last? I would probably fuck it up like I've fucked up everything else in my life.

"But I had never worked out what it would be like, free to live on my own. I never dared to. So suddenly I thought I would give it a try, just for a while. I looked at you sleeping and it scared me how much I wanted you, so I crept out of bed and pulled on my shorts. Eddie told me yesterday about this place, how the boys come here to be alone, so I came to find it. He saw me from his truck but I just said hi and ran down the hill to get away.

"I wasn't sure what I was doing, but I found this spot and liked it so I sat here. It was real quiet, peaceful, you know, a real nice place. And I was on my own at last, just me, and I just sat here quietly, waiting to see what being alone was like."

"And how was it?"

"I didn't like it, sir. I kept thinking about you ... all the stuff. I remembered how you fucked Zack when we first got home, how we went to bed in separate beds but I was cold so you told me to sleep in your bed, and we didn't touch that first night but I really wanted to.

"Then breakfast next morning and going clothes shopping with you, then for a walk, and then dinner with the other guys. That was real intimidating so I panicked but Brandon was real nice and said you really wanted me and it was good to be wanted. Then when we went to bed I ... I had to touch you ... and we shot our loads together. I thought of all that."

"And ...?"

Finn looked at him straight in the eyes. "And I realized that I didn't want to be alone at all. I wanted to be with you, sir. It sounds weird but ... I can't imagine not being with you. But after all this and me being so fucked up and all, you probably won't want me."

There was a long silence as they stared at each other. Then Miguel said. "I'm gonna try something, kid, something that might be new to you." Miguel moved closer, put his hand round the back of Finn's head, pulled him toward him and their lips met, only gently but they stayed pressed lightly together for a long time until Miguel pulled away.

"Have you ever done that with a guy before?"

"No, sir. My other guys never wanted that."

"But they're not your guys, kiddo, not anymore. I'm your guy now." Miguel smiled at him. "Finn, do you want to be my boy?"

Finn just stared, his mouth opening and closing with no words coming out. Miguel laughed, "Well don't just sit there gaping like a goldfish, kid. I said, do you want to be my boy?"

"Yes please, sir. Yes I do ... very much sir. But it scares me."

"Scares the hell out of me too," Miguel said. "It's what they call a fear of commitment and lots of guys have it. But we'll help each other through it, eh?"

Finn gazed at the dark, handsome face and tried to grasp what was happening. Then suddenly he threw himself forward and kissed Miguel, hard this time with the impulsive roughness of a rookie. Miguel grabbed the boy's head and held it tight while he gently eased his tongue between his lips. Finn responded eagerly and their tongues pressed against each other, searching each other's mouth in a churning kiss.

Miguel was surprised by the ferocity of the boy's unleashed passion and fell back on the grass with Finn on top of him. They were both shirtless and their chests writhed against each other. Lying full length on Miguel Finn reverted to the primitive sexual instinct of the top man he boasted of being, grinding his cock against the bulge in Miguel's shorts, dry humping him in a simulation of fucking. It was the only way he knew to vent his passion.

It was an animal passion that excited Miguel. He raised his hips and pressed his bulge against Finn's churning cock until they were gasping, groaning and "aaagh" ... they creamed their shorts in their first spontaneous act as master and boy.

Now that he had climaxed and his adrenaline drained Finn was dazed and confused. He mumbled, "Sir, I ... I ... didn't mean ... I shouldn't have ... I didn't think ..."

"No you didn't think, kiddo, and that's what's so great. You acted without thinking ... you let your lust speak for you, like you did last night when you drank my cum. That's the real you, Finn, not that phony young punk burying his true feelings and being so standoffish. I knew that no-sex stuff was all bullshit but I needed you to show me ... and you just did. Come here."

Miguel pulled Finn down into his neck and wrapped his arms round him. "That's the Finn we gotta work on, kid. I won't pretend it's gonna be a walk in the park either. You come with a ton of baggage and there'll be all kinds of bumps in the road. Hey, I'm new at this – I've never had a boy before – so I'll make mistakes too. But if we travel that road together, kiddo, it could be one hell of a journey. You ready to give it a try?"

"Hell yes, sir." Finn flashed a smile that lit up his face for the first time, a glow that made him more handsome than ever."

"OK, kid, we better be getting back. When Eddie spreads the word it comes with a good dose of drama so the rumors will be flying. Let's get back and show them all's right with the world eh?"

"Whatever you say, sir."

As they walked through the trees Miguel thought it wise to call Eddie to put his mind at rest and reassure the others. Eddie picked up on the first ring. "Hello, sir. I've got my fingers crossed."

"Well you can uncross them, Eddie, `cos I found him and everything's fine – more than fine actually. We'll be back there in fifteen minutes." He shut off the phone and they walked up the hill in silence, each of them still slightly dazed.

They picked up their T-shirts from Zack's house, then went across the street. When they walked through the gate Eddie was right there, hopping from foot to foot his eyes sparkling. "Well? ... Well?"

"I'll let Finn tell you," Miguel smiled. "Who's in the house?"

"Well, sir, breakfast is over, but while the guys were eating I filled them in on what was happening and they were agog. I was quite the star for a minute and a half, they were hanging on my every word."

"Every word, kiddo?"

"Well, most of them. Sometimes maybe I say too much."

"Yeah, sometimes maybe," Miguel grinned. "So where is everyone now?"

"Everyone's gone to work, sir. Jamie and Brandon are in the office as usual. The twins are in the kitchen – where else? Nate is doing the rounds with Tyler telling him what rooms to clean, and Bob is upstairs in his office."

"He's alone?"

"Oh yes, sir. Randy's gone off to the construction site with Pablo. Randy and Bob fucked earlier than usual, judging by ..." He winced. "Oops, too much information, sir?"

"Yeah, kid, I'd say so. Some things are private – even in this tribe. Listen, I gotta go and have a word with Bob so if you're not too busy could you stay with Finn and show him round the house, let him get to know Jamie, Brandon and the twins properly?"

"Oh I'm not too busy, sir. Me and Finn are best buddies anyway, so leave it to me."

"You OK with that, Finn? I'll only be about half an hour, tops."

"Sure, sir. But you will come back for me?"

"Dumb question, kiddo. What, you think I'd leave you all day with motor-mouth Eddie here talking your ear off?"

"Sir!" Eddie protested, but Miguel ruffled his hair. "Just kidding, dude. Have fun, guys."

Finn's eyes followed Miguel as he went into the house and Eddy saw the glow on his face. "Is that the look of love I see, dude? Come on Finn, spill. What happened? What happened?"

Finn grinned at him. "He asked me to be his boy, Eddie."

"Yes! Yes!" Eddie pumped his fists in the air. "I knew it, I always knew it. Come on dude, we gotta go tell Jamie and Brandon." He excitedly pulled Finn across the garden and up the steps to the company office. Jamie and Brandon looked up from their computers and Eddie spread his palms dramatically. "Dudes, listen up, I got news. Great news. You will not believe ..."

He paused for effect and Brandon jumped in. "... that Finn has become Miguel's boy?"

Eddie was deflated. No! ... Well, yes, if you put it like that, but ..."

"Save the drama, bro," Brandon laughed. "And anyway, Jamie and me worked that out as soon as we heard that Miguel had found him in the Arroyo. Finn, I'm real pleased for you. When we talked yesterday I knew this would happen."

"Dude, I owe a lot to you. You made me see things in a whole new way."

Jamie stood up and shook Finn's hand. "Welcome to the tribe, Finn. I'm happy for you and Miguel." Finn had an attack of shyness with Jamie, the gorgeous blond senior boy, the cop's boy, but Jamie reassured him. "If there's ever anything I can do to help you, just ask, dude."

Eddie was already tugging at his arm. "Come on, let's go tell the twins."

As they left the office Finn cast an eye over the garden. "Who does the gardening, Eddie?"

"Ah, that's a sore point, bro. It's a mess, ain't it? We used to have a great landscaper called Mario – talk about a hot Italian gardener – total turn-on – but he became lovers with Grady and they live in a great big house at the top of the hill. You'll probably meet them. Anyway, me and the other boys are supposed to share garden duties but we don't have the time with all our other work, and Randy's always complaining that it looks like the city dump.

As they walked to the kitchen Finn looked at the shrubs that needed trimming and the flowerbeds that needed weeding. "I used to do the gardens for some of the guys I lived with. Only place I was really happy, out there alone with the plants."

"Hmm, that so? Maybe you really should meet Mario," Eddie said casually. "OK, now for the kitchen."

While Finn was being shepherded around by Eddie, Miguel knocked on the door of the master suite and Bob greeted him with a broad smile. "Ah, I was hoping you would come by, Miguel. I heard on the grapevine – meaning Eddie's megaphone – that you had found your wayward boy down in the Arroyo." Bob chuckled, "On the rare occasions when boys run off to be alone we always know where to find them. Creatures of habit. I can tell by your face that it's good news."

"I hope it is, Bob. I asked Finn if he wants to be my boy and he said yes."

"Well of course he did. He'd be a fool to turn that down. And now I bet you're scared, a bit like a bridegroom the night before his wedding, with panicked second thoughts."

"Hm, not exactly second thoughts, Bob. I'm sure he wants to be with me but the boy does come from a troubled past with all kinds of issues from the way men have treated him in the past. A ton of things scare him, lots of taboos, and I've got a lot of walls to break down."

"Such as?"

"Well, one of his biggest hang-ups is sex. As a hustler sex was something to be used as a bargaining chip. It had no real value except as means to put a roof over his head and food in his stomach. Far as I can tell there was never any emotion attached, let alone love. And, like I said, lots of taboos.

"For example, as a form of self-protection he always adopted this top-man pose and boasts he has never been fucked – in fact he finds the idea repellant. He's become affectionate with me and even loving but I don't think he really connects that with sex – or not what we would see as sex. Oh he can be passionate, and goes at it like an animal all the way to orgasm."

"But isn't that love expressing itself through sex?"

"Not really, Bob. We've had sex twice, the first time last night when he gave me a hand job and impulsively swallowed my cum, then wanted me to hold him all night, because he was scared, I think. The second time was down in the Arroyo when I asked him to be my boy and he was so excited he lay on top of me and ground the bulge in his shorts against mine, dry humping me until we both creamed our shorts.

"But didn't Finn watch a couple of days ago when you and Zack did your thing, you tied him up and butt fucked him? Did that upset him?"

"No, I think he got off on it, though he would never admit it. But that was just because it looked hot, like watching a porn movie. I don't think he could see himself in Zack's position, not in a million years. The problem is, Bob, I don't see how we transition from quick hand-jobs and dry-humping to full man-on-man sex the way you and I think of it. It's more like fumbling teenagers after the prom. Dude, I think I'm in over my head. I'm not equipped to work out stuff like this."

"Hmm, neither am I ... but I know one man who is ... Doctor Steve. See, it all goes real deep, something like a guy who is molested as a kid and needs extensive therapy in later life to get beyond it. And that's what I strongly suggest – therapy sessions with Steve."

Bob grinned, "I don't have to tell you how effective Steve can be, no matter how unorthodox his methods are. He's treated practically every man and boy in the tribe and God knows they've had some major hang-ups. And I recall that your first session with him was pretty wild.

"You can say that again," Miguel grinned. "The memory still makes my dick hard."

"Take it from me, Miguel, Doc Steve is the guy for Finn, and for you too. And do it fast. What are your plans for today?"

"I planned to spend most of it with Finn, but I do have to go to the hotel for a couple of hours. I'm technically on vacation for the next few days – comp time for that gig I did down the coast when you were there. But I agreed to go in to supervise supplies and the menus. And that brings me to a request. Do you think I could leave Finn here with you guys while I'm gone?"

"Good idea. It's pretty low key here today – just the boys in the office, and Eddie and the twins. It would be a way of helping Finn to see himself as part of the group. Also, I know that Steve is up in his house this afternoon, I spoke to him earlier. I could easily call him for an appointment for when you get back from the hotel.

"Sounds like a plan, Bob. Jeez, man, sometimes I don't know what I'd do without you."

Bob chuckled. "That's what Randy says. Only difference is he really couldn't do without me."

"Man, you look so fucking hot, if I didn't have a needy boy downstairs I'd stay up here and ..."

"But you do have a boy downstairs, buddy. A brand new one who needs you."

"Tell me about it." They hugged and Miguel was gone.

There was no sign of Finn downstairs and Miguel guessed he was in the kitchen. Eddie had left him there with the twins and they looked up as Miguel came in. Finn instinctively went to him like a cub to a lion and Miguel sat down with him while the twins got on with their work.

"OK kid, now I've gotta go into work for an hour or two so I'm gonna leave you here with the guys, be back as soon as I can." Finn flinched – pangs of separation anxiety Miguel guessed.

The twins exchanged quick glances and Kyle said, "Sir, excuse us for overhearing but could we ask you something? You'll think it very pushy of us, but we are kinda swamped here with supply lists and menus ..."

"I know what you mean," Miguel chuckled. "Same reason I have to go to the hotel for a while."

"Anyway sir," Kevin said. "We wondered if it's at all possible that Finn could give us a hand in the kitchen. But you're new here, Finn, so if you think we're out of line ..."

Finn brightened. "No ... no I could do that. Chop vegetables, that kinda shit? Sure, no problem."

Miguel shot a smile of gratitude to the twins. He knew exactly what they were doing ... giving Finn a job so he would feel like he fit in. Damn, they were so like Bob. And there was no one he would rather leave his boy with than them.

"Thanks guys. Sounds like a win-win situation. Oh, and Finn, there's one other thing. When I get back Bob thinks it would be helpful if we went up to see Doctor Steve. I told you he's the tribe's therapist and ..."

Finn's reaction was startling. "A shrink?" He leapt to his feet. "I ain't gonna see no goddam shrink. The Welfare used to send me to a shrink, a fucking asshole. I ain't crazy, I don't need no damn shrink. And come to think of it I ain't working here neither like some goddamn kitchen boy. I didn't sign on to be used like I've always been used, no fucking way."

The twins looked shocked and Kevin said, "Oh Finn, I'm so sorry, that's our fault. We had no right to ask you to do that on your first day. We apologize," and he blushed.

Finn looked at the sweet, handsome young guy who had been so kind to him so far and he frowned in confusion. "No, dude, it's not your fault. You're a good guy. I ... I don't know why I said that. I ... I'd like to work with you." He turned desperately to Miguel. "Sir, please. I didn't mean that. I dunno what happened ... it's just ... I dunno. Please sir ... please ... I wanna be your boy so bad. I'll do whatever you say ... I'll come with you to this doc ... I ..."

Miguel pulled him toward him and hugged him and held his face next to his. "It's OK, kiddo. No harm done. Just some trigger from the past is all. Don't worry, the twins have had much worse from some of the other boys, eh guys?"

"Absolutely, sir," Kyle laughed. "You wouldn't believe how mad some of the guys get here. They've sworn at us like troopers, called us names even a trooper wouldn't recognize." Kevin added, "We've even had things thrown at us. But we soon calmed them down."

That made Finn smile. "If I promise not to throw stuff at you, will you still let me work with you? You can trust me with a chopping knife, I swear."

Miguel chuckled, "Good that's settled – done and forgotten. OK, kiddo, I'll see you in an hour or two. Thanks, guys." He kissed Finn on the cheek, winked at the twins and was gone."

The twins took Finn's outburst in stride. They had heard from Eddie the whole story of the new boy's troubled history, and their naturally compassionate natures were not ruffled by moments of panic like this. They were two of the most senior and respected boys now, but they never forgot their own desperation when they were homeless and had tried to steal Bob's car to live in. Like all the tribe's boys they reflected their master's values and they were now showing Finn the sympathy Bob had shown them all that time ago.

They focused on the job at hand. "We're serving fish this evening and a salad." Kyle said. "And that's where you come in, Finn. We need a whole lot of salad and we've laid out all the ingredients on the butcher block here. The lettuce and spinach should be torn, not cut, and then all these vegetables chopped and thrown in."

Kevin took over. "The secret's all in the dressing and afterwards we'll show you how we make it. You'll probably have lots of questions so feel free to interrupt us as we work on the menus and the supplies we need. We're so glad you agreed to help, dude. You're a lifesaver."

All his life Finn had never had the sense of belonging, but now the twins' matter-of-fact acceptance of him as one of the boys gave him a warm feeling and a determination to help. Within a few minutes they were all occupied with their various tasks, working as a team.

Finn couldn't help noticing the intimate signs of affection the twins constantly showed each other. It almost bordered on sexual, but no, he thought, couldn't be – they were brothers. He was also impressed by their confidence as they moved around the kitchen, which was obviously their kingdom where they ruled. He wondered fleetingly if he would ever have an area of the tribe's complex where he was in charge. He would like that.

Time flew by and after an hour and a half Finn was repeatedly checking the clock. The twins noticed his increasing agitation and he eventually said, "Guys, he said two hours didn't he? Where do think he can be? He wouldn't change his mind, would he?"

They smiled and made him sit with them on kitchen stools. "Finn," Kyle said, "you gotta learn to relax, dude. Here let's open a bottle of wine." Kevin filled the glasses and said, "One thing is for sure, buddy – Miguel will always come back for you. You are his boy now and he'll take care of you and protect you. So no more of this abandonment bullshit, eh?"

"Dude," Kyle added, "Miguel's coming from downtown and you know what a bitch the Hollywood Freeway is this time of day. So I'll give you one guess where he is now ... stuck in traffic."

He was right, of course, and twenty minutes later Miguel burst in. "Sorry guys, the freeway was a bitch." Kevin grinned at Finn with a told-you-so shrug and Miguel hugged Finn. "How was your new prep chef, guys?"

"Excellent, sir. If you ever have free time, Finn, there'll always be a job for you here."

"Kiddo," Miguel said, "we gotta leave right away if we're to get to Steve's on time. You ready?"

"Yes, sir, but you look so ..." Miguel was dressed in a smart tan suit and brown tie that he had worn to the hotel. Finn had never seen him dressed like this.

"... so gussied up?" Miguel laughed. "Yeah I know, my executive chef look. I wore it to impress the troops at the hotel – good for discipline. But you look great as you are, kiddo. You always look great. Come on." He said to the twins, "Guys, thanks for taking care of my boy. Anytime I can do anything to return the favor, just say the word."

The twins exchanged roguish glances. "Oh we can think of something, sir," Kyle said, "but we'll save it for later. Thanks for all your help, Finn. Have fun with Doctor Steve."

A few minutes later Finn was sitting next to Miguel in his SUV wending its way up toward the Hollywood Hills. Finn was used to Miguel dressed in jeans and T-shirts and this smart executive look was a surprise – in a good way. His cock was hard in his shorts as he reached over and gently lay his hand on Miguel's thigh.

"OK, kiddo, so whenever we go somewhere new I want to prepare you in advance so you don't get too many surprises. Like I said, Steve is a great guy, you'll like him. When I first came to the tribe I had a therapy session with him and believe me, it was like no other therapy you've ever seen. I still get hard thinking about it.

"There's an interesting back story to Steve and the tribe. He first knew Mark, the cop you saw at dinner, when he was giving cops anger management therapy. Mark introduced him to the tribe and when Steve met Randy they couldn't believe how alike they looked. And here's the bit straight out of a soap opera. It turned out they were brothers, Randy one year older than Steve.

"Steve was given up for adoption at birth and wound up in luxury in Marin County, went to college, medical school, the works, while Randy was still fist-fighting his way through the tough streets of West Texas. That's why they're so different now despite their looks – Steve the smart, preppy looking doctor and Randy the tough gypsy construction worker."

"Randy scares me, sir."

"I know, scares everyone at first, but he's real protective of the boys. Steve's not intimidating at all. He lives in this big house on Mulholland Drive with his lover Lloyd, who is the architect for the construction company. And their house manager is a young jock named Tommy. He was a gymnast, and before that an ice-skater, so he has this incredible ass."

Miguel hesitated, then added, "I might as well tell you, before you hear it from anyone else – after my therapy with Steve, Zack and I watched Tommy go through his gymnastics routine in Steve's gym and I ended up fucking that gorgeous ass."

Finn fell silent and Miguel said, "Am I boring you with all these stories of the tribe?"

"No, sir, not at all. I want to know all about those guys." He frowned. "It's just that when I hear of guys like this Tommy and how you loved fucking his ass it ... it kinda makes me nervous, and envious, `cos I can't do that for you. I mean, I've never been fucked up the butt, I could never do it. Guys often wanted to but I always said no. I hated the idea."

"I understand, Finn, and I told you I would never force you to do anything you don't want to. But we don't have to get into that now. We'll talk about all kinds of stuff with Steve and he'll help us sort things out. And we're almost there. See those big gates up ahead? That's the house."

Tommy's voice came through the intercom and the gate swung open. At the end of the long driveway Steve was waiting at the front door with a warm smile. "Miguel, good to see you again, buddy." They shook hands and Steve smiled at Finn. "And hello to you too, Finn. Welcome to the house – we've been hearing so much about you." He wrapped both hands round Finn's hand and shook it warmly. "Come in, come in. We'll go straight through to the den, I think. We'll be more comfortable in there."

Although Finn had been prepped by Miguel he was still amazed at the likeness between this doctor and the guy Randy he had met briefly the day before. This man was real handsome too and well built, but he was clean shaven with shorter hair and smartly dressed in slacks and a white shirt and a tie loosened at the neck. As he led them through the house Tommy came out from the kitchen. Finn gazed in awe at the tall, athletic `Golden Boy'.

"Hello, sir." Tommy gave Miguel a knowing smile and Finn remembered what Miguel had said about fucking him. It was true, he did have a sensational butt under his tight black pants. "And welcome, Finn, it's a pleasure to meet you. Would you gentlemen care for something to drink – tea, wine, beer?"

"I could murder a beer, thanks Tommy," Miguel grinned. Finn murmured, "Same here please."

Steve led them into the den, which doubled as a guestroom, and waved them to a couch. He sat facing them, with his clipboard on the low table between them. Tommy brought in the drinks, put them on the table and walked out, with Miguel's eyes fixed on his ass as he left."

Steve chuckled, "Still riveted by that perfect butt, I see, buddy. Join the crowd. But take it easy, you have another ass to take care of now."

Finn winced and shifted uneasily and Steve was quick to jump in. "Oops, I touched a nerve, I see. Clumsy of me, I apologize. But we'll get to everything all in good time. First, a few therapy ground rules, Finn. In here you are my patient and whatever we say will be in strictest confidence, so you can tell me anything you want to. For that reason you have the choice of meeting with me alone or with Miguel, it's your decision."

Finn's reaction was instant. "Oh, I don't want Miguel to leave, sir. Please let him stay."

"Fine, I agree that's best. It'll be kind of like couple's therapy. Do you have any questions?"

"No, sir."

"OK, I should tell you that the tribe is always fascinated when a new boy comes in and I could not avoid hearing some of the conversations about you on the guys' ever-efficient grapevine. But I've pushed that to the back of my mind as I prefer to hear what you have to say. So I'd like you to tell me whatever you want to about yourself – your life up to now, your likes and dislikes, your hopes for the future – anything at all. Nobody here will be judging you. Take your time."

Finn looked nervously at Miguel who squeezed his hand. "Go ahead, kid. Like the doc says, it's all real private. Maybe you could start with the way we met."

"Like, when you bought me, sir?" At first Finn talked to Miguel but gradually relaxed and addressed Steve directly.

Steve was skilled at gaining a patient's confidence and, after listening to his story of how Miguel had rescued him from his previous `owner', Steve subtlely and casually took him back in time to talk about the men he had lived with previously and the details of the life he had been forced to live. Hearing some of this for the first time brought tears to Miguel's eyes.

"But I was tough, sir, and didn't do a lot of things they wanted. See, I liked girls not guys and I'm a top man so they liked it when I talked dirty to them and made them suck my dick. Some of them wanted to fuck me but there was no fucking way I was gonna do that. One guy tried to force me but I fought back, kicked him in the balls and ran away. When he caught me he sold me to another guy and ..." He gulped. "Sir, I don't wanna talk about those guys no more?"

"Of course, Finn. As I said, you can talk about anything you want. There is just one thing I would like to ask, and you don't have to answer if you don't want to. I did hear that when Miguel brought you back to the house he and his lover Zack had sex while you and Darius watched. Can you tell me about that?"

"Oh yes, sir," Finn said eagerly. "See, Miguel and Zack wanted to fuck so they arm wrestled and Miguel won. He tied Zack up and kinda touched him and kissed him and then he got behind him and shoved his dick in Zack's ass and fucked him. Zack didn't seem to mind at all, he told him to fuck harder, then Miguel told Darius to suck Zack's cock and Darius drank his cum while Miguel busted his load in Zack's ass." When he finished Finn's eyes were shining.

"And how did you feel about seeing a tough top man like Zack getting fucked in the butt?"

Suddenly Finn realized he might have sounded too excited so now he shrugged and said, "Oh, not much. Didn't bother me. I seen worse. But I wanna say one thing, sir. I wanna be a real good boy for Miguel, sir, but you know, like I said, there's a lot of sex stuff I don't do. I want him to like me, I really do but I ... I ... Can you help me so I don't disappoint him, sir?"

"Well, we'll see about that. I want to thank you for being so open with me and telling me your story. I feel I know you better and I like you, Finn, I think you're a good boy. I can see why Miguel likes you so much and asked you to be his boy."

Steve paused and smiled. "But I would like to try a little experiment. I think I heard my lover come in. Would you excuse me a minute while I go out and have a word with him?" Steve got up and left the room.

Miguel squeezed Finn's hand. "You're doing great kiddo. Steve's a good guy don't you think?"

"Yeah, he's cool. But what's this lover thing?"

"Ah, like I told you, his lover is Lloyd who spends a lot of time at the gym and has kind of an obsession for good-looking men. And now that's where things could get interesting. Steve's methods can be kinda out there, but he gets results.

The door opened and Steve was followed in by a tall well-built man with handsome, square-cut features and playful smile. Like Miguel he was dressed in a suit and tie having come straight from work. He smiled at Miguel. "Hey, stud, good to see you. Looking hotter than ever, man."

They hugged, then Miguel said, "And Lloyd, I'm proud to introduce my new boy Finn to you."

"Hey, Finn, I'm Lloyd. I've been hearing great things about you on the grapevine. Welcome to the madhouse, kiddo." Finn shook hands shyly, not sure what was going on here.

Steve took over. "Finn, this is still your session so you have every right to tell me to clear the room. But I have an idea that might help us and, as Miguel will tell you, I have often involved Lloyd in my little schemes. All you have to do is sit and watch and I'll be right there with you. But I stress, anytime you want this to stop you just say the word ... it's your choice.

"Miguel, you probably have some idea what I'm thinking off. I was intrigued by Finn's account of watching you and Zack the other day, and I thought a somewhat similar scene starring you and Lloyd would be interesting. Are you willing to take part?"

Miguel grinned, "If you're thinking what I'm thinking, doc, sure. Provided it's OK with you, kiddo."

Finn's cock was already stirring in his shorts. "Yes, sir. I ... I think I ... yes, sir."

"Right," Steve said and sat on the couch beside Finn. "Take it away, guys."

Miguel stood up and faced Lloyd. "You're looking pretty snazzy all dressed up like that. Where were you off too?"

"It's where I've come from, dude ... a business meeting. I was off to the gym for a workout but," he shrugged, "I guess there's all kinds of workouts. Come to think of it we don't often see you in a suit and tie. Looks hot but I have a feeling you're in the mood for a workout too."

They smiled at each other, Miguel leaned forward and they kissed, tentatively at first but with building urgency. Finn inhaled sharply and instinctively grabbed Steve's forearm next to him. "You OK, Finn?" Steve said quietly. "I can stop this if you want."

"No, sir, don't stop. I ... I think I wanna watch, sir. Do you think Miguel's gonna fuck him?"

"Hmm, hard to tell. They're both top men and Lloyd's a real gym jock – fucks lots of guys there. Why do you ask? Would you like to see your master fuck other guys, like he did Zack?"

"He looked real hot when he did that, sir, real macho. I like it when he dominates guys."

Steve smiled to himself and they sat in silence engrossed in the spectacle of the two handsome businessmen facing off, one in a tan suite the other in gray. "Let's see that body, big guy," Lloyd challenged, "or are you scared it won't measure up to mine?"

"Fuck you, man. You think you're such hot shit." They shrugged off their jackets and sized each other up, their muscular torsos bulging under their white dress shirts, tapering down to the brown belts at their slim waists. They stared into each other's eyes as they loosened their ties and pulled them down until they hung round their necks. Slowly they unbuttoned their shirts all the way down, revealing Miguel's white tank top and Lloyd's T-shirt.

They pulled their shirttails out of their pants and pulled the shirts off. They grinned at each other, Miguel's muscles bulging under his tank top, Lloyd's gym-honed body straining under his white T-shirt. Finn's breathing got heavy as he watched them both reach forward, run their hands over the shape of the other's pecs, then squeezed the nipples through the shirts.

As their competitive instincts kicked in Lloyd smiled, "Forget it, man, my tits can take all the pain you can dish out ... you'll never beat me like that."

"We'll see about that, stud." Miguel pulled his tank off over his head, revealing first his ripped abs, then the slabs of his pecs. "Pretty impressive," Lloyd grinned. He pulled off his T-shirt and flaunted his perfect gym physique. Steve glanced at Finn who was now riveted by the sight of the two muscular businessmen stripped to the waist in just their suit pants, squeezing each other's nipples in a renewed test of endurance.

Finn was silently willing Lloyd to give up and submit to Miguel, but after a few minutes it was clearly a stalemate and Miguel growled, "You know we're evenly matched, bro, so let's cut to the chase here – we both know what we want."

They pulled apart and kicked off their shoes, unbuckled their pants and let them drop, pulled down their boxer brief and removed their socks. Buck naked, cocks rigid, the two muscle-jocks faced each other and Lloyd stretched his arms up in the opening-move challenge of a wrestler. Miguel met the challenge, raised his arms high and their hands locked. Now it was muscle against muscle as they pushed against each other, arms up high, straining for the advantage.

Finn gasped as he watched the naked jocks, their muscles flexed, shoulders and biceps bulging, pushing against each other, first one being forced back a few steps, then the other. Steve leaned over and said in his ear, "This is what I meant, Finn – two alpha males, both top men, in competition for the other one's ass. One guy's gonna end up fucking the other, and my money's on Lloyd. I know how much we wants to top Miguel and all those hours in the gym are gonna pay off."

"No, sir," Finn said without taking his eyes off the contest. "Miguel's gonna win, he's real tough, he's gotta win." But just then Lloyd seemed to gain the upper hand. He bent Miguel's hands back forcing his legs to buckle as he staggered backward. Impulsively Finn stood up and shouted, "No, you gotta beat him, sir. You gotta win ... I'm your boy."

Exerting all his strength Miguel straightened up and pushed back. Their bodies shuddered with effort as he bent Lloyd's hands back harder and harder and, with a triumphant roar, forced him to drop to his knees before him. He grabbed Lloyd's head, pulled it forward, and plunged his cock deep down his throat.

Miguel glanced at Finn who pumped his arms in the air, "Yes ... Yes!" Suddenly he realized what he was doing. He sat down next to Steve and muttered, "Sorry, sir, I ... I ..."

"You were cheering your guy on, kiddo, and he won. Your guy won. Now he's gonna take his prize – and we know what that is."

Miguel was pounding Lloyd's face with his cock until the gym-jock choked and gagged. "OK, I'll have mercy on you, stud," Miguel growled. He pulled his cock out of his mouth, hooked his hands under Lloyd's arms and pulled him to his feet. He twisted him around to face the bed and pushed him against it. Lloyd fell forward and braced his hands on the bed, his body arched over, his arms straight, legs straight, his ass a perfect target.

Miguel spat on his cock, came up behind him and grabbed his hips. They stared at each other in the mirror opposite them. "What d'ya want, stud?"

"Damn, I wanna feel your dick in my ass, man. I want you to fuck my ass."

Miguel pushed his wet cock between his ass cheeks, paused, then drove it in hard. Lloyd howled, "Motherfucker ... yeah, fuck my ass. Damn that feels good."

Finn grabbed the bulge in his shorts and rubbed hard. Steve said in his ear, "You can take it out, boy. Everything's OK here." Finn ripped open his shorts, pulled out his cock and stroked it, mesmerized by the sight of the two naked muscle-jocks, one bent forward over the bed getting his ass pounded by the pile-driving cock of the other.

After several minutes of serious jackhammering Lloyd moaned, "I'm real close, man. You're gonna make me cum."

"Not yet, Lloyd. You cum when I say you can – after I've made love to your ass." Miguel yanked his dick out, then pushed Lloyd down onto the bed and flipped him over on his back. He knelt on the bed behind his ass, pushed his legs back and smiled down at him. "You are such a hot mother-fucker, Lloyd. Let's cut the competitive bullshit, eh, and just let me give you what you've wanted all along? You want my cock to make love to your ass, don't you?"

"You know I do, you sexy son of a bitch. Anyone would. Give it to me, man."

Steve watched Finn as the boy stroked his cock staring in awe at Miguel easing his cock slowly inside Lloyd. It was a lot different now, different from the fierce ramrodding of before, different from the way Miguel had plundered Zack's ass. Finn had not seen his new master fuck like this, making love to a man's ass. The boy had always equated butt-fucking with force, a top man pounding his victim's ass, but now he was watching something new.

Lloyd was gazing up at the handsome Hispanic leaning over him, pinning his wrists to the bed. Slowly he eased his cock in and out of Lloyd's ass, smiling down at him while Lloyd moaned, "Fuck, that feels so damn good. There's nothing like this, bro, you are such a great fuck."

Finn stared at Miguel, at his master, his body gleaming with sweat now, muscles rippling in the sunlight streaming through the window blinds as he rose and fell over the handsome Lloyd. Finn had never seen Miguel look this beautiful ... and he was his boy! He would do anything for this man – well, almost anything.

It was not only the macho, dominant sight of his master that turned him on. It was the look on Lloyd's face – ecstasy bordering on worship as he moaned. "I love getting fucked by you, Miguel – any man would. Damn, you look so fucking hot, your cock feels incredible inside me." Miguel smiled, bent down and kissed him, and they made love with their lips while Miguel made love to Lloyd's ass.

Steve looked at the gleam of wonder in Finn's eyes and said, "Beautiful, isn't it Finn? That's how men make love – top, bottom who cares? It means nothing when sex feels this good. There's nothing like the sensation of a man's cock in your ass, especially when it's a man like Miguel. It's like your body's on fire. And look at Lloyd's face. It's called ecstasy. Right now he's in love with Miguel – any man would be. I think they're getting close."

Finn was spellbound by the sight of his master fucking, his cock easing in and out of Lloyd's ass. He tried to imagine what Lloyd was feeling, but failed. This was all so new to him he had no way of measuring it.

"Come with me," Steve said softly. In a trance Finn let himself be led to the bed. Miguel looked up at him and said, "Hey, kid, lie down beside Lloyd." The boy obeyed. He lay on his back shoulder to shoulder with Lloyd and gazed up at Miguel rising and falling above them.

Miguel grabbed Finn's hand, pushed his arm up beside Lloyd's and clamped his hand over both their wrists, pinning them both to the bed side by side. Finn stared up at his master as he fucked ass and felt for the first time how it would be as his prisoner, pinned to the bed unable to touch his cock. By now Lloyd was moaning, "Man, I wanna feel your jizz in my ass ... please ... come inside me, bro. I can't hold back anymore."

"OK, buddy. Here it comes." Miguel switched his gaze to Finn, staring into Finn's eyes while he spoke to Lloyd. "I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna pour my juice in your ass ... yeah, I'm gonna cum inside you, man. Fuck it feels good, your ass is so damn hot. Cum with me, man. Let me see you shoot that jizz without touching yourself. Let's do it, guys ... Yeaaah!"

Finn stared up at his master, his magnificent body tensing, flexing as he threw his head back and howled. Lloyd yelled, "Fuck, I can feel your jizz in my ass man ... you're making me cum ... oh fuck ... fuck ...fuuuck." Finn felt Lloyd shudder beside him and knew that Miguel was cumming inside him ... and he felt is own cock jolt and erupt in a stream of cum that splashed down in his heaving body, all the way up to his face."

There was a long silence as they regained their breath, then Miguel flashed a dazzling smile. "Un-fucking-believable guys. Lloyd, you are one helluva great fuck. And as for you, kiddo, you busted your load without touching your cock. I bet that's a first."

Finn was incapable of speech. He just couldn't process what had just happened, what he had seen and felt. Miguel had just cum inside Lloyd but it felt almost as if it had been his own ass that ... no, that was impossible ... could never happen. He felt strong arms wrap round him, he was pulled up off the bed and found himself facing Doctor Steve.

"I know, Finn. Confusing. First therapy sessions are often like that. But we'll make sense of it later. Right now, though, why don't you and Miguel go for a swim in the pool?" Miguel got off the bed and put his arm round Finn, while Lloyd jumped up and said, "Hey, they should stay for dinner too ... even stay the night if they want to ... in this very room."

"Sounds like a plan," Steve smiled, "but let me check first," and he shouted for Tommy. The handsome blond came in and smiled, unfazed by the sight of two men and a boy with dripping cocks. "Tommy, I know we have Hassan and Eddie coming to dinner this evening, but do you think we could manage two more?"

"Of course, sir. I may need a little help in the kitchen ..."

Lloyd said, "I'll lend a hand Tommy, like I always do. It'll be a pleasure," glancing at his butt.

Steve looked questioningly at Miguel who said, "Sounds great, if it's OK with you kiddo." Finn nodded eagerly and Miguel said. "Thanks for the invite, guys. And thanks for another great session, doc. Hell, I should come here for therapy more often."

He threw his arm over Finn's shoulder and when they were out by the pool Finn looked hard at Miguel and asked, "Sir, I ... I just wanna make sure. Am I still your boy, sir?"

"Of course you are, kid. Hell, I just made you cum without touching yourself, didn't I? That's progress. We're getting there kiddo."

But they both knew there were still hurdles to face. And Doctor Steve had just given them a taste of the biggest one of all.

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 408

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