A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 409 By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 409 – "THE GARDENER MEETS THE MASTER OF THE HOUSE"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

The new boy Finn discovers the excitement of being in another man's power as he surrenders his mind and body to his new master, the rugged Hispanic Miguel. He also tastes the thrill of fantasy when the master of the house forces a hot young gardener to surrender his ass for the first time. But then Finn faces the judgement of the senior boys and goes head to head with the boss's boy Pablo.

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

The rugged alpha male Hispanic Miguel continued to shape his relationship with his new boy, the young ex-hustler Finn. Sex was the main hang-up, so Miguel took the boy for a therapy session with Doctor Steve.

Finn had boasted that he preferred girls to men, and even when he had sex with guys for money he was always strictly a top man. But the doc was not so sure, saying to Miguel, "A lot of those definite' protestations come from insecurity – a man who doth protest too much' might just be trying to sound tough."

So Steve prescribed that Finn should learn from example. He watched his pal Eddie kneel between the manspread of his master, the Marine captain Hassan, and suck his cock, then Finn did the same for Miguel.

Later, in Steve's downstairs gym, Finn watched in awe as Steve's lover Lloyd pounded the flawless ass of the gymnast Tommy, then Finn copied him and fucked Tommy, the first time he had ever butt-fucked a man.

But the ultimate sex act – offering his ass to a man – seemed impossible, something Finn swore he would never do. And yet the constant sight of the handsome muscle-god made desires stir in him that he had never felt before. And that night when Miguel and Finn showered together and the boy felt the muscular body press against his back his resistance finally crumbled and he blurted out, "I do want it, sir "Fuck me, sir ... please, I want your dick in my ass."

But their first attempt was a failure as Finn was so nervous and so tense that he pushed back. "No, sir. Please. It hurts too bad ... I can't, sir ... stop, please ..."

So Finn satisfied his master by sucking his cock and swallowing his cum. But as he slept his sense of failure, and his persistent desire, plagued his mind with frustration dreams. Eventually his restlessness woke them both and Miguel asked, "You having trouble sleeping, kiddo?"

"Yes, sir. I keep thinking about ..."

"I know what you're thinking about, Finn."

Could we try again, sir ... please?"

Miguel got up on his knees and when he stared down at the boy lying on his back he saw a submissive, pleading look in his eyes. Suddenly Miguel knew what had been missing. He had been kind to the boy, gentle, using love and persuasion. But that was not enough – not what the boy really wanted or needed. He reached for the jar by the bed and lubed his cock.

"Finn, you said Tommy told you that when a boy gets fucked it's like surrendering to a guy, putting yourself in his power. You said you want that, to give yourself to me so you're at my mercy. Did you really mean that, kiddo?"

"Yes I did, sir. I remember back when you fucked Zack. You tied him up and he was helpless, he had to submit to you, even a tough leather master like him. I wondered what it felt like – and it made me cum."

"Well, I'm not gonna tie you up, boy, not this time. But I am gonna do this ..." He leaned forward, grasped the boy' wrists, pushed his arms up high and pinned him to the bed. "Now you're helpless, you're my prisoner – completely at my mercy. Try to get free."

Finn pulled at his wrists but they wouldn't move. He writhed helplessly, he was a captive, and fear flashed in his eyes. "Don't panic, Finn. You have to trust me and relax. Do you love me, kiddo?" ... "Yes I do, sir." ... "Do you trust me?" ... "Yes, sir."

Miguel gazed into his eyes. "You are in my power. For the first time you have a master ... a real master. He's chosen you as his boy. And you have surrendered to him, surrendered your ass. And your master is gonna shove his dick in his boy's ass ... ream that ass for the first time. Look at me, kid, and tell me what you want, what you've wanted since the day you first saw me."

"I want you to fuck me, sir. I want to feel your cock inside me."

"Good. No tension this time. Take deep breaths. Look at me, look at my body, my face. This is your master ... and he's gonna fuck your ass."

Miguel pressed his cock against the boy's hole, locked eyes with him ...and thrust hard."

"Aaagh ... aaagh ... no, no ... stop ... it hurts too bad. Please, sir ..."

"Be quiet!" The order shocked him into silence. Miguel had stopped moving and Finn saw the handsome face smile down at him. "Finn, I'm inside you. My cock is in your ass for the first time. And I'm going to make you my boy in the way a master does. And we will fall in love."

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There was a sudden stillness, a silence broken only by their heavy breathing as the boy lay on his back and stared up at the Hispanic's hypnotic gaze. It was the eyes, with their gentle smile, set in the swarthy, chiseled face, that made Finn resist the urge to panic, to tense up and fight the pain in his ass.

His ass felt so full of ... of ... "Yes, kiddo, my cock is in your ass," Miguel said in his deep accented voice. "It's where it belongs. But I'm not gonna move until you tell me to. I want you to relax, take deep breaths, let the pain drift away. And when it does ... you'll see."

A warmth suffused Finn's body as he inhaled, held his breath and slowly exhaled. He closed his eyes and felt his muscles relax. But he had a moment of panic when he tried to stir ... but couldn't move. He opened his eyes and the handsome face was still there smiling down at him. This was the man holding him prisoner ... his captor ... his master. His arms were pinned to the bed and his ass felt so full ... full of Miguel's cock. He was in his power, at his mercy.

And suddenly he knew that's what he wanted more than anything, what he had always wanted ... to give himself to a man such as this. He had learned to resist men, to distrust and dislike them. But now he felt the thrill of surrender, total submission to another man. No more fighting, no more rejection. His protective shell fell away and he lay naked before his master. His entire body relaxed, drained of all the fear and bitterness of his past, his pain replaced by joy.

"I love you, sir. I know what that means, now. I want to be a good boy for you, sir. My ass is yours. Fuck me, sir ... please."

"That's my boy," Miguel grinned. "I always knew we would get here. We'll take it nice and slow." The head of his cock was resting just inside the boy's ass and he gently eased forward. "Does it hurt?"

"Not anymore, sir." Finn felt the shaft slide in slowly, deeper, deeper ... Miguel was inside him ... this gorgeous man was inside him. He stared up at the handsome face, at the deep brown eyes ... he felt the rod touch the back of his ass, press against it ... His body tensed, his cock pulsed ...he needed to touch it ... he struggled frantically and ... "Aaaagh" His head jerked back and his cock spurted a stream of cum onto his chest and neck.

"No ... oh no, I didn't mean to ... I'm sorry, sir. Please don't stop ... stay in me."

"Hey, calm down, dude. You just paid me a big compliment by busting your load without touching yourself. And I have no intention of stopping. I'm inside my boy and I'm gonna fuck him ... and make him cum again."

"Thank you, sir."

"But I'll tell you something. Now you've cum your adrenaline has slowed and your ass might hurt so I'll wait a while."

"No, sir! I'm your boy and you want to fuck me. So please don't wait, don't stop."

"Hell, you really do want it, don't you? OK, here it comes boy." Miguel pulled all the way back, then eased in again, watching Finn sigh contentedly as he surrendered himself totally to his master rising and falling above him. So complete was his trust in Miguel, so intense his need to please him, that he arched his back and raised his ass to take the rod in deeper still.

Miguel knew that the boy would take anything, no matter how ferocious, but this was his first time so Miguel kept it low-key, loving, gentle. Fin was floating in a world he had never imagined as he gazed up at the smiling face and felt his master's cock making love to his ass. He let himself drift to the hypnotic sound of Miguel's voice.

"This is the way it's going to be from now on, Finn. Two of us living together, making love every day just like this. I've found my boy, I know that now." He smiled. "And you know what's great? I can make you cum whenever I want. I'll prove it. Look into my eyes, kiddo. Do you love me?"

"Yes I do, sir."

"And you'll do whatever I tell you to?"

"Yes I will, sir."

"OK. I want you to cum again." Miguel leaned down and kissed him, still pinning his arms to the bed while he fucked his ass. Then he pulled his head back and stared hard at Finn. "Look into my eyes, boy. Can you see your face reflected in them?

"Yes, sir."

"So there we are, we're inside each other, joined together, and I am about to flood your sweet ass with my cum. And I want you to cum at the same time. Do you need to touch your cock?"

"No, sir, I can do it just looking at you while you fuck me. It's so beautiful ... it feels so ... aaah ... aaah ... I love you, sir ..." Miguel pulled all the way back and drove in deep, bathing his ass in a stream of warm juice. And Finn's orgasm was like none he had ever felt before – spiritual as much as physical. It was Miguel's eyes, even more than his cock, that made him cum over himself for a second time.

He thought he felt cum on his face too, but he was wrong. They were tears, flowing down his cheeks, tears of relief and joy, a balm washing away years of fear and loneliness. For the first time in his life he felt safe. He belonged. He was home.

Minutes later they lay on their sides facing each other, gazing into each other's eyes.

Miguel said softly, "Finn, do you remember when we first met you were tied to a fence with a collar round your neck? I untied you, unbuckled the collar and stuffed it in my pocket. Well ..." He reached down to his jeans on the floor and pulled out the collar. "I kept it for when you would finally be my boy." He buckled it round Finn's neck and smiled. Looks good on you. It's yours to wear whenever you want to when we make love."

"Thank you, sir." Finn wore the collar all night.

He didn't remove it until the morning, when they showered and then lay on the bed together talking about their plans for the future. "Thing is, kiddo, we had to settle all that first – settle us. We're solid now and it's the rock we'll build on. And there's a long way to go. This is still early days. We'll go through our ups and downs – couples always do – and we've gotta work out your place in the tribe."

"That's still a bit scary, sir. I mean, with the boys and all."

"I know, I know, but you mustn't be scared. You're my boy and I'll take care of you. Think about how far you've come already. Up here at Steve and Lloyd's place you're already a star. You fucked Tommy's ass, and that's a rite of passage. All the guys want that ass.

"Eddie's your best pal and that means a lot. He may seem like a cheeky young kid who never stops talking but he's loved by everyone in the tribe. He's nobody's fool and carries a lot of weight among the junior guys, as well as being the boy of that hunky Marine who has everyone's respect and admiration.

"At home you are already part of the family with Zack and Darius. Zack's my lover. He's always wanted me to have a boy of my own, and he'll love and protect you as I do. As for Darius, he is actually the most senior of the boys as he was the first to join Randy and Bob in the early days. He's super secure in himself and he's the best pal anyone could have and he'll take care of you. You can't go wrong learning from him."

"I also met Jamie and Brandon in the office, sir, and they seemed real friendly."

"Yeah, Brandon is terrific, super-independent in his wheelchair, another kid everyone loves like crazy. I have a real soft spot for the cop's boy Jamie. He's the cool level-headed one of the senior boys. Like the cop, he don't take no shit from anyone, and I heard that he likes you a lot.

"Most important are Bob and his boys, the twins, who you impressed when you worked with them in the kitchen, Bob told me. I know everyone looks on Randy as the big boss, but his lover Bob is the one with the most influence, the only man who can control Randy. Bob has been real helpful to me already when I talked to him about you. He suggested that we come up here to see Doctor Steve, and look how that worked out."

"There are still some guys I don't know real well yet," Finn said. "The fireman Jason and his boy Ben, and those guys who live next door to the tribe – the Aussies, Eddie calls them."

"Yeah, Adam and Nate, a whole lot of fun. They're all great guys. You'll like them a lot when you get to know them."

Sir, Eddie mentioned a Grady House at the top of the hill. What's that?"

"Ah, that'll come later kid, after Mario has ..." He was about to mention the need for discretion regarding the movie star Grady but steered clear of that for now. "That's one of the places I'll take you, as well as Uncle Mike's in the desert where he lives with his boy Larry. And I guess that's just about it.

There was silence for a while before Finn raised the subject he had been avoiding. "You, er, you forgot Randy and Pablo, sir."

"Yeah, so I did. You've met Randy briefly, the big macho gypsy boss of the tribe and the construction company. You told me before that Randy scares you – he scares a lot of guys – but you don't have to worry. I get along fine with Randy – we are alike in lots of ways and we understand each other. He knows better than anyone how protective I will be of my boy. He's like a tiger if anyone tries to hurt any of the boys, like he was years ago protecting his five younger brothers when they were a band of gypsies in Texas.

"What about Pablo, sir?"

"Ah, yes. Well he's been Randy's boy ever since Randy rescued him from a gang of thugs he worked for as a mechanic in the desert. Later he adopted him as his son. Pablo tries to be like Randy – real tough, quick to anger, free with his fists. As the boss's boy he boasts of being the head boy, but Darius, Jamie and the twins smile and shrug that off as just Pablo being Pablo.

"But Pablo has matured a lot, he's the tough head mechanic and the only senior boy to have a boy of his own – young Tyler, a shy young kid who worships him. I think you'll like Tyler."

Finn loved lying in bed with Miguel, listening to his deep, accented voice, which gave him a more-or-less permanent boner. "Sir," he said, "do you think we could ..."

"... fuck again? I would like nothing more, kiddo, but it's getting late and we don't want to be impolite to our hosts. They're probably having breakfast as we speak."

As if in confirmation of that there came a knock at the door and Miguel said, "Come in." A good-looking, fresh-faced young man came in and said, "Oh, hope I didn't interrupt anything, sir. Hi, Finn, I'm Danny, Tommy's boyfriend. I'm the chef and house manager at the Grady house."

"Hi, Danny," said Finn, then blurted out, "I got fucked by Miguel last night."

Danny chuckled. "So Tommy won his bet. This morning at breakfast the guys were taking bets on whether that would happen and Tommy said it definitely would. Sorry, Finn, but there's nothing sacred in this tribe."

"I don't care," Finn said happily. "I'm glad you brought it up," ignoring the fact the he had first mentioned it.

"Er, the reason I came was to say hi and let you know that breakfast is served by the pool. I helped Tommy cook it this morning and now I have to get back to the Grady House. Tommy's coming to help me as Grady and Mario are giving one of those big parties this afternoon. So breakfast is whenever you're ready."

He smiled at Miguel and was gone. "Big party, sir?" Finn asked.

"Yeah, those guys are real social. They have to be because of Grady's ... anyway, we should be social here too with Steve and the others. Let's go eat, kiddo."

In customary tribe fashion word had already gone round (via Danny) that Miguel had fucked Finn at last and when they appeared there was a burst of applause from Steve, Lloyd, Hassan and Eddie. When they took their seats Eddie spoke conspiratorially to Finn.

"Dude that is so cool. Did it hurt? Prob'ly – always does first time. But now get ready `cos that stud is gonna fuck you every day. Not that you'll complain. I remember the first time Hassan ..."

He was off and running as usual, much to Finn's amusement. Nothing could annoy him today, he was so happy. They downed their breakfast pretty quickly and Miguel lavished his thanks on Steve for his help in his highly unusual therapy. "I'm glad it worked, "Steve smiled, "which it clearly did judging by the glow on your faces. You better leave before you start a brush fire."

Finn shook hands with Steve, then threw his arms round him. "Thank you, sir, thank you ... I'm so happy."

"It was a pleasure, Finn. You've still got a lot ahead of you but if things get sticky none of that panicky running away stuff, you hear? You run right up here and we'll sort you out."

As he walked them out to the driveway Steve said quietly to Miguel, "Probably a good idea when you get to the house to make Bob your first stop. He's the guy you need."

"You read my mind doc. Thanks again. OK junior, let's get the Finn show on the road."

By the time they got to the tribe's house the news of Finn's penetration by Miguel had made the rounds. As they passed the kitchen the twins gave them a grinning thumbs up through the window. Then Brandon came rolling down the ramp from the office to Finn. "Congratulations, dude. I knew it would all work out." Then, intuitive as ever, he said to Miguel, "Er, sir, Bob is upstairs in his office and ... and Randy and Pablo are already at the construction site."

"Thanks, Brandon." Miguel led Finn upstairs, knocked and went in. Bob was sitting at his computer, wearing his usual jeans and white V-neck T-shirt and he jumped up with a smile. "Well, well, here you are. Yes the story is all over the grapevine and I couldn't be happier for you. And now you want to talk about the future."

"Were you a mind-reader in another life, bro?" Miguel laughed.

"This life too," Bob grinned. "Have to be when Randy's in one of his strong silent moods and I have to read his mind to find out what's wrong. OK, take a seat. So Finn, you know that all the boys work for the tribe in one capacity or another."

"Oh yes, sir, and I told Miguel and Steve that I want to work hard at something too."

"The questions is what," Bob said. "Usually we look at what boys have been good at before they came here, but, er ..."

"Being a hustler don't prepare a guy for much," Finn smiled.

Bob chuckled, "Well, let's just say it's a different skill set. But yesterday I had a visit from Eddie and whenever he starts by saying, `me and the guys were talking' I always know something's up. He told me that in the past you have worked on men's gardens and enjoy the company of plants more than most of the men you used to know."

"Yes, sir. And I asked Eddie who does the garden here."

"Well the short answer to that is `no one', not right now. There was a time when we had a wonderful European landscape gardener named Mario who worked wonders. But he fell in love and left us to follow his heart. Oh he's still one of us but he lives ..."

"Up at the Grady House, I know, sir, Steve told me. He also said that Randy complains about the garden a lot."

"Almost every night when he comes home. I sometimes think he expects me to take off my shirt and start digging. (When I do take off my shirt his mind switches to something else.) Also, the twins miss the fresh vegetables they used to get from the kitchen garden that's now gone to seed. So, if Miguel agrees, I was wondering if you ..."

"Yes please, sir. I would like to be a gardener ... your gardener, sir."

Bob smiled at Miguel. "Well, I sometimes think that enthusiasm is half the battle, and if that's true ...the job's your, kiddo."

Finn's eyes gleamed as he turned to Miguel. "Can I, sir? Would it be OK?"

"If it's what you want, kid, it's fine with me. I think it's a great idea." He smiled roguishly. "Reminds me of a porn flick I once watched where this horny stud wanders around a garden and comes across a hot young gardener, and they get to talking and the guy ends up fucking the gardener. It's been a fantasy of mine ever since."

"No problem there, sir," Finn beamed. "I'll be that gardener anytime you like."

Bob sighed. "Ain't young love grand? There's a joke in there somewhere about the gardener getting ploughed instead of the garden, but I won't go there. But here's what I'll do. I'll have a word with Mario, tell him we have a new gardener. I'll ask him to drop by when he has free time and tell you about the landscaping he did and planned to do. He can work with you a bit, and stop in from time to time to see how you're doing.

"In the meantime, there's a bunch of cleaning up you can start with, like weeding and so on."

"Oh I already thought about that sir. The thing that makes the garden look ragged right now is all the hedges that need trimming `cos they're at eye level and the first thing you see. I could make a start on them right now if you like."

Bob flashed a glance at Miguel. "Well, as a matter of fact I did want to have a word with Miguel, so, sure, you could do a bit now. There's a garden shed with all the tools and some boots ..."

"I know, sir, Eddie showed me.

"OK kiddo," Miguel said. "You go and check it out and I'll come and get you when we've finished in here."

Finn ran eagerly out of the room and downstairs and Bob grinned at Miguel. "Yeah buddy, no doubt about it. That one's a keeper."

They sat down again and Bob offered coffee. "So, buddy, if rumor is to be believed things worked pretty well last night eh? Is he a good fuck?"

"Oh Bob, it's the greatest thing on the world to fuck a rookie who's never done it before, especially a guy who wanted it so bad."

"And especially when that guy is your boy, eh?"

"It took a while, though. The first time we tried it hurt so bad he couldn't take it and he gave me a blowjob instead. But after that he tossed and turned in his sleep thinking he had failed. Then suddenly I realized what he needed. See, when he first got here he watched me tie up Zack and work him over and fuck him. You know the sex games we get up to."

"Know them? I've played them."

"Course you have. Well, I remembered the look in his eyes then, so when we had another try at fucking I was a bit more forceful – I pinned him down to the bed and he struggled but realized he was my captive. And that did the trick. At long last he surrendered to his master, I mean totally surrendered, and from then on I could do anything to him. He loved being in my power."

Bob laughed, "Hah, the boy will totally fit in with this crowd. So you two are solid now, master and boy, as it should be before he embarks on his journey as a member of the tribe. I know that the twins think very highly of him and their judgement is sound as a bell."

Miguel frowned, "Yeah, but that's where I'm not on such solid ground, Bob, and I could use your advice. I'm new to all this – never had a boy before. Finn already knows a lot of the guys in addition to the twins, and they like him, especially Eddie who has anointed Finn as his best friend, second only to his `bestest' friend Brandon. Zack and Darius already regard him as one of the family. But I'm a bit concerned about some of the others."

"Particularly Randy, eh?" Bob grinned.

"Well, yeah. "I've heard stories of how he put some guys through the wringer before he accepted them into the tribe ..."

"Starting with me all those years ago," Bob said with a sigh. "Putting me through the wringer' is putting it mildly. Only reason I didn't get the hell out was ..."

"... because you loved him and you knew he was so in love with you he could never live without you. Which is why he used the caveman technique to force you to stay, before he realized that simple love was the strongest bondage of them all."

Bob smiled. "You have been doing your homework. You're pretty smart for a chef, you know that? You just about summed it up, though god knows it took some years for Randy to realize that I'm not going anywhere. But listen, dude, you don't have to worry about Randy where Finn is concerned. It's true that when an alpha man joins the tribe he has to run the Randy gauntlet. Hell, you yourself were the latest and you fell in lust with him."

"Yea, don't remind me, buddy. Not something I'm proud of. But what about Finn?"

"Ah, the boys are not vetted by Randy anymore – he delegated that to his son Pablo after he got his own boy Tyler, part of his maturing macho image."

Miguel frowned but Bob reassured him. "I know what you're thinking, Miguel. Pablo tries like mad to copy Randy but he's not as experienced and mostly tries to look tough. But don't worry, I'll have a word him and remind him that Finn is your boy and under your protection. Besides, I have a feeling that Finn is plenty tough himself – had to be with the life he lived. Yes, I think young Finn will fit in real well with all the boys."

"I hope you're right, buddy." Miguel stood up and wandered to the window, where he looked down and said, "Oh, shit. Come and look at this Bob."

Bob joined him and said, "I told you he was a keeper, bro." They were gazing down at Finn, shirtless in cargo shorts and heavy boots he had found in the shed. His chest streaked with dirt, he was energetically trimming a hedge with shears, stopping frequently to pull out weeds and vines that clogged it, then digging the bed round it with a spade.

"Look at him Bob, working so hard, all on his own – happy as a clam."

"And so easy on the eye," Bob chuckled. "Quite the stud."

"His life has changed, Bob – he belongs somewhere for the first time. And he's my boy. I feel so ..." Miguel choked up and his eyes got moist.

"And you did that, buddy. You rescued him, turned his life around. And as you say, he's your boy. There's no feeling like it – the love between a man and his boy."

"It makes me feel ... I dunno, more of a man somehow. But it feels so good it scares me, Bob. It's a lot to live up to."

"Ah, you'll be fine. You just take it one step at a time. Now let's see if I can guess what he's thinking – what he would like best right now. Yeah, he's probably remembering what you talked about, your fantasy – a big muscle stud walks through a garden and suddenly comes across a hot young gardener. They start to talk and ..."

Bob mused, "Hmm ... in his past Finn's job was to fill a lot of guys' fantasies. Role play is what he did for a living and my bet is that he's pretty good at it – except he's never done it for a guy he loves. That should be quite something ... he could surprise you."

"Dude, I gotta go," Miguel said quickly. "Bob, you are such a good friend. Love you, man."

As he turned to go Bob snatched up a small tube and stuffed it in Miguel's jeans pocket. "Might need that. He's still a rookie at one thing."

Miguel ran downstairs but didn't make straight for Finn. He walked a circuitous route to the far corner of the garden and surveyed the wilted, weed-filled expanse of tired shrubs and plants. Then he made his way back to a lawn bordered by hedges where the gardener was bending forward on his knees yanking weeds out from under a hedge.

He walked quietly across the grass and stood behind Finn who was concentrating hard on his task. Masking the accent in his voice Miguel said, "You the gardener?"

Not immediately recognizing the voice, Finn turned and looked up startled, but before he could respond Miguel said, "Place is such a mess I didn't expect to see anyone working on it. I'm the boss here, master of the house. You must be new."

Finn frowned, confused and disoriented as he looked up at the dark, unsmiling face whose blank expression seemed not to recognize him. But old habits die hard and Finn's instincts from his former life kicked in. He had always been quick to pick up on men's sexual needs and play the part they required, usually of a tough young hustler ready to trash talk them.

Now his mind flashed on Miguel's earlier description of his garden fantasy, and it was second nature for him slip into the fantasy. It excited him enough to make his cock hard in his shorts.

"Yes, sir, I've just taken the job. Lot of work." His face was level with the bulge in Miguel's jeans and he looked up at his muscular body bulging under his thin gray T-shirt. Miguel paced round the small plot, snapping off twigs – "you missed these bits, boy."

"Like I said, sir, I'm new."

"Hmm." Miguel came back and stood in front of him, his crotch again level with his face. "Guess you spend a lot of time on your knees, eh?"

"Have to, sir. Lot of weeding."

"Yeah, and in this heat. My fucking shirt's sticking to me." Miguel reached behind his neck and pulled off his shirt. Finn stared up at the swarthy musclehunk stripped down to his jeans and almost creamed his shorts, but managed to hold it back knowing that would spoil everything.

Again Miguel walked around idly while Finn, not sure where to go with this, went back to his weeding. When he looked up next Miguel was leaning against a tree watching him, rubbing the bulge in his jeans. "You ever take a break kid?"

"No reason to, sir. Like I said, a shit load of work to do."

"Hmm, pity. This heat makes me horny ... and you look real sexy there on your knees, no shirt, streaked with dirt. OK if I jerk off looking at you, boy?"

Reverting to his cocky hustler attitude Finn shrugged, "Suit yourself. Makes no difference to me – I got work to do. Knock yourself out."

Finn turned back to his task, ignoring him, and Miguel got a glimpse of why he had made such a good hustler. That defiant attitude must have turned guys on, especially guys who liked rough trade. And even though Miguel was not a guy who liked defiance – far from it – when he pulled out his cock it was rock hard. He was loving this, loved sex games, and Finn's insulting tone turned him on. He wasn't gonna take this from a punk gardener.

Miguel knew, from his games with Zack and Darius, that the more you believe in a fantasy the hotter it is – it becomes the reality. As he leaned back against the tree and stroked his cock idly, the more the boy ignored him the more it irritated him. He was not a man to be dissed like this.

So he walked across the lawn and stood over the kneeling gardener. He reached down, grabbed his hair and yanked his face up level with his rigid cock. "Boy, you picked the wrong guy to mouth off to like that. You may think you're hot stuff but you gotta learn some manners."

"Fuck you, man," Finn snarled.

"No, fuck you, boy. Open your mouth."

"No, I don't do that ... I don't suck ... aaargh ..." His words were stifled as the thick cock filled his mouth and slid down his throat. Defiant still, he was determined not to gag as the man started to fuck his face. Finn had done scenes like this before, they made good money, but that was always with men he disliked, and he was always the aggressor. This was way beyond that. This felt real, a young gardener forced to suck the dick of the young master of the house, a dominant man with rugged, Hispanic features, thick dark hair and a heavily stubbled jaw.

"You arrogant young punk, I'll show you who's boss around here." Miguel pulled his cock out and Finn's jaw sagged, spit running down his chin. "You think you're tough but you're gonna submit to me, boy. Say it ... tell me you want my dick."

"Fuck you," Finn growled. "I don't suck dick."

Again the cock drove in, harder this time until Finn choked and tears ran down his face. Miguel pulled out and yelled, "Say it, punk. Give up. Tell me you want my dick."

"Yes, sir. I submit, sir. I love your cock. I want it in my mouth, sir." In a daze, Finn wanted this in so many ways. On one level he was a smart-mouthed gardener being forced to suck dick for the first time. But in reality this man was no stranger ... Finn was in love with him and wanted to surrender, to worship and obey. He wanted to please him by playing this part.

"OK, that's better," Miguel growled. "You're gonna get my dick inside you, but not the way you think." He reached down, put his hands under Finn's arms, dragged him across the grass to the tree and threw him down on his back. Stunned, the young gardener stared up at the shirtless muscle-stud who growled, "Don't you move, boy. Don't you fucking move."

Miguel went to the garden shed and came back with a length of rope. Finn gasped. Last night when Miguel had pinned his arms to the bed he had realized how incredible it felt to be in his power. And bondage was the obvious next step. Expertly Miguel tied one end of the rope round Finn's wrist, pulled the rope round the tree trunk and tied his other wrist. Knowing what Miguel wanted Finn struggled to get free, pulling on the rope that ran round behind the tree.

"That's it boy, you're my prisoner now and I'll show you how I deal with smart-assed punks like you. He bent down, ripped open Finn's shorts, pulled them down over his boots and flung them aside. He grinned down at the bound young jock, his face and chest smothered in dirt, now naked except for his heavy boots and scruffy socks. "That's how I want you, kid, at my mercy. That's how I'm gonna get my rocks off – by shoving my dick up your ass."

Finn stared wildly up at his captor. Many times in the past he had refused to get fucked by guys – but he had never been tied up before. If he had been, he knew how desperate he would have felt – so he knew how a straight young gardener would feel at the mercy of a new master. "No, sir. I don't ... I've never been fucked ... I can't."

Finn drifted into a world of lust, fear and longing. So powerful was the image of the man towering over him that he became the gardener of Miguel's fantasy, a young man who had never submitted to another but now gazed up at this spectacular alpha male. Again he tugged at the ropes and again the erotic sensation swept over of being at the mercy of another man – and a man as beautiful as this. He was hypnotized by the deep, accented voice.

"Now you will submit to me, boy. You will learn the fear, the humiliation and the joy of surrendering your ass to another man." Miguel pulled from his pocket the tube of lube Bob had given him and squeezed a load into his palm. He curled his fist round his cock and stroked it slowly, oiling it up. "This is the rod that will penetrate your ass, boy. Impaled on his master's shaft the arrogant young gardener will be powerless to resist. Look at me, boy. Look at the man who will enter you for the first time.

In a daze Finn thought back to last night, the first time he had ever been fucked in the ass. He remembered the pain, so bad that he had pushed Miguel away the first time. And even later he had resisted until Miguel was suddenly inside him. And now it was happening again, only this time he was tied up, powerless to resist.

In a trance he was the gardener, tied on the ground, staring up the powerful man stroking his cock. The long shaft would drive into his ass, it would hurt, he would struggle, but he would have no choice ... the man would fuck him, this beautiful man would fuck him, would own his ass ... and he would surrender his ass ... he would have to submit ... aaagh!"

Overwhelmed by the erotic image Finn's body shuddered, his cock reared up and blasted a stream of cum in the air that splashed down on his face and chest. "Oh, God. No, I didn't ... I don't know ... I couldn't ..."

"It's good," the man said. "Now I know how much you want it ... and now it will hurt more because you have just shot your load. I have you right where I want you."

Miguel dropped to his knees between Finn's legs, grabbed his boots and pushed them high up. Finn felt elation tinged with fear. The elation was his, the fear was the gardener's. One thing Finn was sure of in his life was that he trusted Miguel – he would not hurt him. Well, not unless he wanted it. And although Finn didn't know it yet, he did want it. And he got it.

"Aaagh!" He yelled as Miguel drove his cock straight into his ass like a piston. "No, that hurts, sir. Please ..."

Miguel was blurring the image of Finn and the gardener, making it hurt like it was their first time. And Finn experienced that rush of adrenaline that he felt when Miguel entered him the night before, the first man ever to do so.

"Yeah, it hurts," Miguel said. "It was meant to hurt `cos you were an insolent young prick. Now I'm gonna pound that ass to teach you who's boss and you're gonna take it and you're gonna love it. Now look at me, look me in the eyes and submit by telling me you want it. And mean it."

Finn looked up at the rugged face and knew that he wanted it more than anything. "Yes, sir. I want it, sir. Please fuck me. Pound my ass, sir. It belongs to you."

This was not last night's tender first-time fuck. It was fiercer, harder, bringing Finn to the edge of his pain threshold time and again, then pulling back long enough for him to recover before cranking it up again. He was driving the boy wild. Last night he had given himself to Miguel, but not like this. Now he was bound helpless, on his back on the ground, tied to a tree wearing only his boots. And his dark Hispanic master, stripped to the waist in jeans, was pounding his ass with his pile-driving rod.

God he loved it ... he fucking loved it. He was alive, in love and the prisoner of the man he worshipped. The attack on his ass brought him to the cusp of orgasm again and again, only to frustrate him by denying his climax. "Please, sir," he begged, "let me cum. Fuck me real hard and let me cum. Then let me go."

"Oh I'll fuck you, boy, and I'll make you cum, but I'll never let you go. I'm taking you to my house where you'll be my prisoner, my fuck slave. I'll keep you chained naked to the wall and fuck that ass whenever I want to. You'll wait for your master every day knowing that when I walk in the door I'll fuck you again. At night I'll tie you to the bed and blast my jizz in your ass, and you'll keep cumming. I'll keep you drained of cum and you'll beg for more. That's gonna be your life, boy, `cos you belong to me."

The fantasy was overwhelming for Finn. He saw it – it was real. He felt it now, his master pounding his ass like he would every day. He would keep him tied up like he was now, he would stare at him like he was now, his muscles flexing, sweat dripping down on him ... his body would tense, his face grimace, he would howl as he howled now... and his cock would explode in his ass and make his own cock spill another load of jizz over himself ... as it did now.

The fantasy overpowered him and he closed his eyes. In a daze he shook his head to clear his mind. When he opened his eyes Miguel was smiling down at him ... he felt his master's juice filling his ass and his own body was slick with semen. He frowned – it had been real ... it was real ... he had heard the shouts. His master had cum inside him and he was going to take him home, and he would live in his house and serve him and love him forever.

As their breathing subsided and their heartbeats slowed Miguel's smile grew wider. "We are gonna have so much fun, Finn, you and me. Man, you are an expert at stoking a guy's fantasy."

"I've had enough practice," Finn grinned. "I've been doing it for years – the better I played the part the more they paid. But it's a whole `nother thing with you, sir. I love it ... I'm still living it ... the whole thing's a fantasy. You are gonna take me home aren't you, sir and fuck me whenever you come home?"

"Oh you're my prisoner from now on, kiddo. I won't leave you chained to the wall `cos you're a working gardener now, but I will often tie you up and work you over. And you will join in the games I play with Zack and Darius. It'll be you and three leather-hunks. You saw the way I tied up Zack and fucked him. This time it'll be you roped to the tree, and when I've worked you over I'll loan you to my buddies."

"Sir, you're gonna make me cum again."

"Later, kid. You've got work to do – and so do I. I have to go to the hotel for a few hours, make sure the kitchen crew is all set up for dinner. Let's go home, clean up, get a bite to eat and then you can come back and work in the garden until I come back." He untied the ropes and pulled Finn up and into a tight hug. "Man you were great – just my kinda guy. You feel OK?"

"Like a million bucks," sir.

When they went home across the street they were surprised to find Zack and Darius working on the house extension. "Hey, guys. What you doing home so soon?"

"Now it's two of you living here," Zack said, "we want to finish the second bedroom right away. I imagine Finn will be pretty tied up in your room most of the time – pun intended – but it's important for a guy to have a room of his own – privacy to jerk off to porn and stuff.

"And talking of porn," Miguel laughed, "guys, I want you to meet the tribe's new gardener."

Finn grinned shyly and Darius said to him, "Damn, look at you, stud, smothered in cum. Looks like weeding and digging ain't all you been doing over there."

He flashed his gleaming smile. "Wait, let me guess. Shirtless gardener working hard, looking hotter than a pistol with dirt all over his handsome face and body. Master of the house comes out, surveys the work ... and the gardener. Horny as hell the master forces the gardener to suck his dick, then throws him on the ground and hammers his ass. The gardener protests, then shoots a massive load all over himself. Am I close?"

Miguel laughed, "Pretty much a bullseye, Darius, except you forgot the ropes round the tree."

Darius Hugged Finn. "Damn, you are gonna fit right in in this little family, kid. Just wait for the initiation ceremony with just the four of us. In the meantime, kiddo, you gotta choose a color for your room. It's almost ready for paint."

Surprised, Finn looked at Miguel who nodded encouragement. "Well, Darius, something cheerful, I guess. How about yellow?"

"Consider it done, bro. We got a ton of yellow in the warehouse. Oh, and just a head's up, buddy. Later this afternoon there's the weekly meeting of the senior boys across the street – me, Pablo, Jamie, Nate and the twins. It's customary for a new boy to show up, let the guys get a look at you and ask questions. Nothing scary, just a meet and greet. Pablo always insists on being in charge of the meeting, being the boss's boy and all, and we let him – why the hell not?"

Finn glanced uneasily at Miguel who said, "No sweat, kid. You'll do fine. Just remember, you're my boy and we don't take shit from anyone. Now let's hit the shower. I gotta get outta here." As he left the room Miguel murmured quietly to Darius, "Take care of him for me, dude."

Later that afternoon Finn was back working in the garden, happy to be out in the sun, feeling the earth, his mind filled with thoughts of Miguel, their fantasies and the cock-stiffening prospect of the `initiation' Darius had promised. There was only one cloud on his horizon – the upcoming meeting with the senior boys.

A meet and greet, Darius had called it, and he had no problem with Jamie, Nate and the twins. But he was still leery of Pablo, after meeting him briefly and hearing all the stories about him from Eddie. Finn knew that Pablo modeled himself on his dad Randy, and copied his dominant attitude, his quick anger, and settling arguments with his fists.

In the past Finn had met a lot of guys like him, always out to prove how tough they were. Guys who were the boss's favorites – the boss's boys – usually felt suspicious of Finn and picked fights with him. He always stood his ground and gave as good as he got, which often landed him in a whole mess of trouble. Just as Finn was scared of Randy, he was wary of his boy too. But while Pablo had Randy, Finn had Miguel, so he was as good as Pablo any day of the week.

He happened to look up from his work and groaned, "Oh shit.' By coincidence, there was Randy right now coming out of the house. Finn had a fleeting instinct to duck behind the hedge but dammit, he was Miguel's boy so he stood his ground. Randy noticed him and walked over to him. He was a formidable sight in his work gear – muddy cargo pants and boots, and a greasy tank top hanging over his muscular torso.

"Hey, kid. I just had a meeting with Bob and he tells me you're gonna be our new gardener. Good for you – and it's about time, the place is a fucking dump. Shitload of work. But Mario will set you right. Great landscaper, damn shame we lost him. Are you, er, fitting in OK with that Hispanic stud? Great guy – him and me think alike."

"Yes, sir, we're getting along real well. Er, sir, will I have to meet with you too? Some of the boys said you always have to check out new guys and give your approval."

Randy grinned. "You're not scared of me, are you, boy?"

"No sir ... well, maybe a bit, sir."

"Damn, why does that always happen? Well you don't have to worry. Miguel has chosen you as his boy and that's good enough for me. Yeah, I did check out Miguel when he came here – big time – but I don't check on the boys anymore. I leave that to my boy Pablo, and I hear you're meeting with him later. He's a tough young stud, I brought him up that way. He can be rough on guys sometimes, but don't let him get under your skin – he's just doing his job."

Randy's chiseled features broke into a smile. "But me, all I got to say to you kid is welcome to the tribe. You got a fine master there – make him proud of you. Like I tell all the boys, you ever have a problem, come and see me." He gave Finn a bone-crushing handshake. "Now I gotta get back to the construction site. Thank god we got a gardener at last."

Finn watched him walk away and he was surprised. Now he could see why Miguel liked Randy so much, he had been real warm and friendly. He just hoped that Pablo copied him in that too.

As the afternoon wore on Finn noticed the senior boys gradually making their way into the house, to gather in the apartment Pablo shared with his boy Tyler.

The twins waved to him as they left the kitchen and Nate shouted "G'day mate" in his Australian drawl. Jamie came out of the office and called out, "See you soon, Finn." Only Pablo was missing, and when he finally arrived, straight from the construction site, shirtless in black jeans and boots, he strode across the garden without giving Finn a look.

Half an hour later Darius called him from an upstairs window. "Hey, Finn, would you come up here for a minute?" So this was it. He grabbed his T-shirt, paused, and stuffed it in his pocket rather than wear it. If Pablo went shirtless so would he. A shirt might look like a sign of respect.

When he entered Pablo's apartment the boys were seated along one side of a table, Pablo in the middle flanked by Darius and Nate on one side, Jamie and the twins on the other. Jamie smiled, "Hey, dude, good to see you. Take a seat, this won't take long."

Finn sat on a chair facing them and Darius said, "Like I said, bro, this is just a meet and greet – give you a chance to get to know us and for us to ask questions. Actually I don't have any questions `cos hell, you're living with us – Zack, Miguel and me. Nate, you got anything?

"I just wanna say good on ya, mate, for taking the gardener's job. It's been a mess since Mario left, and me and Eddie have been left to do what we can, which ain't much. Good to have another bloke around, so welcome aboard, dude."

Jamie said. "I echo that, and just need to ask you to come by the office tomorrow, Finn, to fill out employment forms ... put you on the payroll, make it all legal.

The twins smiled and Kyle said, "We're already familiar with Finn from when he helped us so much in the kitchen." Kevin added, "We know all we need to know and look forward to working with you, Finn. Miguel is a lucky man."

Which left only Pablo, and Finn began to realize that this whole process was for Pablo's benefit. They all looked at him as he took a deep breath and said, "First of all, boy, I'd like to know why you wanted to join the tribe."

Finn shrugged. "Well I didn't exactly – didn't know it existed. Miguel met me, thought I might be the boy he was looking for ... and it turned out he was right. We get along great. I'm his boy, Miguel's part of the tribe, so I guess that makes me one too."

"So being part of the tribe is nothing special for you?"

"I didn't say that, dude. I've really liked all the guys I've met so far, like Eddie, Brandon, and the guys up at Steve's house, and they seem to like me. Looks like a great bunch of guys."

Pablo looked pissed off, offended by Finn's casual attitude. "You were a hustler, weren't you? Why did you choose that life?" The guys shifted uneasily at the question, but Finn didn't flinch.

"Yeah, I hustled for a living but, dude, nobody chooses that life. I had some problems as a kid, which I will not go into, and ended up on the streets. Hustling put a roof over my head and food in my stomach, simple as that."

"But it's not exactly the healthiest kind of life – all the sexually transmitted diseases."

Finn bristled now. "Look, I've been over this with Miguel and Doctor Steve. I got tested regular and have the paper to prove it. The doc gave me another test and I'm in the clear, so I'm as healthy as you are. The only one I care about is Miguel and he loves me and we have great sex. Matter of fact, we had terrific sex a few hours ago down in that garden. But if you're too scared to have sex with me, Pablo, that's just fine with me."

"Sex with you?" Pablo said scathingly. "Boy, I got Randy as my old man and Tyler as my boy, so I sure as hell don't need sex with an ex-hustler."

"OK, that's it!" Finn jumped to his feet. "Just a meet and greet, I was told, but this feels more like an inquisition. I was told you guys didn't look down on street guys like me `cos some of you came from the wrong side of the tracks yourselves and made your masters proud of you. That's all I want to do – make Miguel proud of me. And Pablo, you ain't gonna get in the way of that. Miguel rescued me just like Randy rescued you, so I don't know what you've got against me, man, but I don't have to sit here and listen to your bullshit. I'm outa here."

"You don't leave until I ..." Pablo shouted, but Finn was gone.

The other guys turned on Pablo angrily, shocked by the turn the meeting had taken. Realizing Finn had got the better of him Pablo's anger blazed and he rushed out of the room. He ran downstairs and saw Finn running toward the gate. "Stop," he yelled, "Get your ass back here or ..." He rushed forward and hurled himself at Finn, wrapping his arms round his waist in a football tackle that sent them crashing to the ground.

Finn lay on his back expertly warding off Pablo's blows. "I don't wanna fight you, dude," Finn panted. "I fought tougher guys than you, but I just wanna get the hell out of here."

"Fucking wimp," Pablo yelled, kneeling across his chest. "Come on, fight, damn you." Finn's moves were defensive but Pablo was landing blows across his face when Darius came racing out of the house and tried to pull him off.

At the height of the uproar the gate opened and Miguel looked down in horror.

"What the fuck?"

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 410

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