A Trial of Strength

TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 435 By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 435 – "THE MACHO JOCK LEARNS TO BEG"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

Randy and Seth come face to face at last. The handsome muscle-jock Seth's homophobia is swamped by his sexual obsession with the powerful gypsy construction boss. Yielding to the gypsy's magnetic sexuality Seth goes from alpha male to submissive captive, crawling through the dirt, begging Randy to fuck him. When Randy gets home his lover Bob growls, "I know what you need now, big guy. Get naked."

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

It had been a busy first day for the group of seven guys on their weekend beach vacation. The two senior men – the cop Mark and Aussie Adam – had buried their earlier rivalry and become closer than mere buddies. They naturally expressed their new intimacy in man-on-man sex.

This was much to the satisfaction of their boys Jamie and Nate. "Dude," Nate said to Jamie, "it's so cool how Adam and Mark have got over all that rivalry stuff and become real tight buddies."

The twins' boy, the young redhead Will, was having a ball getting surfing lessons from Jamie and Nate. Later, walking alone on the beach, Will stumbled upon Mark and Adam having sex on the beach. The fun-loving Adam introduced the boy to a new sexual thrill, massaging his prostate, or as they called it, his love button. Will looked up at the two muscle-gods as they worked on him together and gave him what felt like an everlasting orgasm.

Afterwards they sprawled on a blanket on the beach and the men asked Will about other aspects of his life. They knew that he had run away from an abusive, homophobic father named Seth, had lived rough for a while and then found a small single apartment where he lived alone, indulging in his favorites activity – cooking.

Adam asked him, "So, Will, apart from what seems to be a great sex education, how's everything else since you joined the tribe? You fitting in OK?"

"Oh sure, sir. Like I was saying the twins are wonderful and it feels great when they tell me they love me. But you know what's even better? I love them! See I never had anyone to love before – I didn't even know what love felt like. But now, when I come back to the house after a catering job I feel all tingly knowing they're waiting for me." Mark and Adam listened affectionately.

"See, after I ran away from my dad, I lived alone and always came back to an empty apartment. You think you're managing on your own, that you like your own company, but when you meet someone and fall in love you realize what you've been missing, that you really needed someone all the time. I fell into a pot of jam and now I got it all, a whole family – the twins are like my two big brothers, and Bob and Randy are like my dads."

Mark listened carefully. Several days ago, as a police officer, he had intervened in a fight between Randy and Will's dad Seth. Now Mark said, "That fight I broke up on the street when your real dad was trying to get you back and Randy rescued you and beat Seth up and butt-fucked him. When I showed up there seemed to be a lot more going on."

"Oh there was, sir. You missed the best part. My dad Seth was yelling blue murder and calling Randy words I wouldn't even repeat. But Randy won, of course, and totally wasted him, then fucked his ass to punish him for trying to fuck me. My dad hated me `cos he suspected I liked men and said that me and all the others would burn in hell.

"But here's the deal, sir, the real amazing part. When Randy fucked my dad ... Seth ended up liking it, I swear to god. I mean, he was asking for more! Oh he would never admit anything like that but Randy knew – he always knows about stuff like that. And afterwards Randy said to us all that Seth would be back for more. Like I said, Randy's always right about stuff like that."

"Yeah, he is," Mark grinned. "OK, guys, hate to break up the party but it's time for us to be making tracks. The twins'll be worrying, wondering what we've been up to."

What Will couldn't know as he spoke was that Randy's prediction was to come true sooner than anyone could have imagined – later that same day, in fact.

Randy was on his trailer office at the construction site in L.A. As it was Saturday he had let the crew go early and was going over last minute stuff with his co-boss Zack. When Zack left he came back and poked his head in the door. "Hey, Randy, there's some guy at the gate asking for you by name. Big, husky good-looking guy. If he's looking for a job I'd say he'd fit right in. See you later, bro."

Randy finished up, locked the trailer door and strode out to the gate, wearing his usual work gear of grimy jeans, boots and a greasy tank hanging over his muscular chest. The visitor was standing with his back to him and when he turned round Randy was looking at the dark stubbled face of Seth, his powerful body evident under an old gray T-shirt and black jeans.

Randy's hackles rose on full alert, his old anger simmering as he recalled how the man had abused his son Will. "What the fuck you doing here, man? You come looking for a job? Or you want another thrashing?"

The man shifted uneasily. "Fuck you, man. You know what I came for."

Their eyes met and they both knew, as they felt their cocks stiffen. "Come with me," Randy said.

Seth followed Randy across the construction site and they ended up in an adjoining building. It was a huge, empty barn of a place, run-down and ominous, with broken windows, high beams, bare walls, and a filthy dirt floor. The construction company had bought the place as a much needed extra warehouse, but it was still waiting to be renovated.

Randy walked to the middle of floor and turned to face Seth. His voice echoed in the gloomy cavernous building. "OK, stud, we both know why you're here. Let's see what you got."

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As the two muscular alpha males stared at each other Seth's mouth opened but no sound came out. But the lustful look in his eyes said it all.

"OK, stud," Randy growled, "as you seem to be struck dumb let me help you out. See I know a lot more about you than you think – I've seen it all before in other guys. You've been in deep denial for years, burying your own sexual cravings under some cockamamie bullshit about damnation and hell fire. I don't give a shit about that, that's your problem. But what does make me go fucking crazy is how you ended up taking it out on your boy by trying to rape the kid.

"Lifestyle and sexual choices are a guy's own business, but harming innocent kids like Will is not. That's the act of a psychopath. So before we do anything else I want to know how you feel about what you did. And don't lie to me `cos I'll know that too."

Randy was surprised to see tears come to Seth's eyes. "I've never talked to anyone about this, man, `cos there was no one I could trust. But I'm telling you now that, through all that nightmare, I did love my boy. I was a fucking monster to the kid and I will feel guilty all my life for hurting him. And that is the truth, Randy."

Randy stared at him hard. "Yeah, OK I believe you. You were a fucking mess, but that'll never excuse making a kid like Will unhappy. OK, next thing. So you wanna get fucked again. That first time I ploughed your ass as a punishment I could tell you fucking loved it even though you fought against it like a raging bull. Your insults bounced right off me, I'm used to that, but before we go any further I need to find out just how bad you want it."

Seth was breathing heavily. "I want it real bad, dude."

"See, words like that don't cut it, man. Listen, one thing you gotta get straight is I`m the boss around here. I got gypsy blood running though my veins and I can be a brutal son-of-a-bitch as you found out that day I wasted you. Well I'm not gonna beat you into submission this time, though there's part of me that still wants to. But if you want the privilege of my dick up your ass, you are gonna have to submit to me. So let's try that again. How bad do you want it?"

Seth stared into Randy's hypnotic blue eyes and said, "I want it real bad, sir ... please, sir."

"That's better." Seth may not have realized it but he was falling under Randy's powerful sexual magnetism as so many men had before him. He stared into the gypsy's dark chiseled face with its stubbled jaw, high cheekbones and shaggy black hair, and all the pent-up desires he had suppressed for so long now centered on this one man. So his disappointment was acute when Randy turned and walked away from him.

But when he had gone about thirty feet Randy turned and stared at the Seth. Once again it occurred to Randy that he and Seth had a lot in common physically. Had they met in less hostile circumstances he and Seth could even have been buddies. But right now it was time to put the man through his paces and find out how strong his sexual urges were.

Randy pulled off his tank top and said, "On your knees, man." Gazing at the gypsy's muscular physique Seth groaned and sank to his knees. Randy slowly unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his huge semi-erect cock.

Seth had a jolt of panic, wrestling with cravings he had never felt before. A voice inside him told him to get the hell away from here, but that voice was drowned out by the sight of the powerful gypsy, stripped to the waist, his cock swinging between his legs. Seth had the sensation of the ground shifting beneath him like tectonic plates. He was like a voyager hearing a siren song that he could not resist, luring him to a new and unfamiliar world.

He watched mesmerized as Randy ran his hand down the length of his cock, then curled his fingers round it and stroked it. He watched it grow bigger and bigger until Randy took his hand off and Seth stared wide-eyed at the massive shaft, hard as steel. He could not take his eyes off it. This is what he wanted. This is what he remembered from that first time, what had made him masturbate so many times, and what had ultimately drawn him here to find the man again.

His jaw fell open and he drooled. He had to have it ... he would do anything. So when he heard the deep voice command, "On your belly, stud," he obeyed automatically and fell forward on the dirt. As he smelled the dirt, almost tasted it, he had another surge of panic. This was not him. He was a tough alpha male, strong, powerful, but now he was groveling in the dirt to another man. "No!" he yelled and pounded the floor with his fists. "Fuck you, man ... fuck you ...!"

"Seth." He heard the deep firm voice and looked up. Randy was standing with his arms away from his side, his cock still hard as a rock. "Do you want it or don't you, big guy? Your choice ... no pressure."

The question needed no answer as he gazed up at the shirtless gypsy. Randy grinned, "I told you I needed to know how bad you want it, Seth. Show me ... take it slow."

Seth knew what Randy was demanding and every fiber of his body fought against it ... but the hunger was too strong. He needed to get closer, closer to the rugged gypsy and his massive man-meat. In a daze, his eyes focused on the cock that had already ruled him once and that he desperately needed again.

And he began to move, slowly as instructed, reaching forward, digging his fingers in the dirt and dragging himself forward. He felt his chest scrape painfully over the filthy floor, heard his T-shirt rip beneath him as he degraded himself crawling closer and closer to the object of his lust.

He was halfway there when reality broke into Seth's singular focus on Randy. It was as if he were seeing himself from above, a dark, handsome muscle-jock dragging himself through the dirt in humiliating submission to the swarthy gypsy who had already thrashed him in a fight and fucked his ass. He fought against his craving for more. He stopped moving, lay in the dirt and again pounded his fists on the ground, yelling, "No! Son of a bitch. Fuck, no!"

Then he looked up at the shirtless construction worker, arms folded across his chest, and those pale blue eyes piercing him. He wanted him like he had never wanted anything in his life. Desire overwhelmed him. He uttered a desperate sob and crawled frantically the rest of the way until he was able to reach forward, grab Randy's leg, pull himself forward and press his face on his boot, whimpering like a dog.

"Clean it, stud." Randy growled. Seth licked the filthy work boot, then pressed his face against the construction boss's jeans, hauling himself higher up his leg until he felt his balls press against his face. He breathed in the stink of the construction worker's sweaty balls and his desire spun out of control. Losing all vestiges of restraint he flicked out his tongue, licked the stinking ball sac and buried his face in Randy's wiry pubic hair.

Suddenly Randy pulled back so the tip of his cock was inches from the man's face and oozing pre-cum. Frantically Seth pushed out his tongue but Randy grabbed his hair and tantalized him by holding his face an inch from the tip and from the re-cum dripping from it.

"Please, man, let me taste it. God, I want it so bad," the muscle-stud pleaded on his knees, his face streaked with dirt, his T-shirt ripped from scraping across the rough dirt floor

"Yeah, I reckon you do, Seth. OK, here it is." Randy grabbed the base of his long cock and slapped it against the handsome stubbled face, one side then the other.

"Aaagh!" Seth gasped but made no attempt to pull back. He would take the massive cock any way he could. Randy was stoked, looking down at the rugged, stubbled face flying from side to side whipped by his cock. Seth was groaning, not with pain but with frantic desire, when suddenly, without warning, Randy rammed his cock deep down the man's throat.

Seth's eyes opened wide in shock and he choked desperately, suffocating on the giant hunk of meat. When Randy pulled out he looked down at the degraded musclehunk as he gagged and coughed. When he finally regained his breath he looked up with tears streaming down his face and pleaded hoarsely, "More, sir. Please ... more ..."

Randy was a master at alternating savagery and seduction and now he slowly pushed his cock into the sagging mouth. Halfway in he stopped, let his victim get used to the thick shaft, then eased in further until his cock was filling his mouth. Seth raised tear-stained eyes to Randy who read in them the true extent of the craving that had been building in Seth for years. It took a man as dominant and sexually charismatic as Randy to break through the barrier of denial.

Again Randy grabbed Seth's hair in his fist, in complete control as he slowly fucked the handsome face, the stubbled jaw sagging open. He grinned as he noticed Seth lock his hands behind his back in a sign of subservience, an alpha male as tough and strong as Randy, on his knees getting fucked in the face. He pushed in deeper still and Seth almost suffocated, his face buried in the stinking wet tangle of the gypsy's black pubes.

Randy expertly increased the rhythm of the fuck, pausing momentarily when he sensed the man had reached his pain threshold, then starting again. In the end it was Randy's own libido that ended the face fuck. Whatever else Seth was, Randy thought, he was one hot mother-fucker, the kind of macho stud that turned Randy on, and he was damn close to busting his load in the guy's mouth. He was also pretty sure that Seth was close to creaming his jeans.

So he pushed Seth's head back and his cock slid out of his mouth. Seth whimpered and pushed out his tongue for more but Randy said, "No, big guy, we've got a ways to go yet." He reached down, put his hands under Seth's armpits and pulled him to his feet.

They were face to face and Seth was staring into the hypnotic blue eyes, close up for the first time. Randy too got a close-up of Seth's rugged good looks, square stubbled jaw, shaggy black hair and blue eyes and realized again how much alike they were. He grabbed the neck of Seth's ragged shirt and ripped it off. "Great body," Randy said, rubbing his hand over Seth's dirt-streaked chest. Impulsively Randy wrapped the shredded tank round Seth's neck and pulled his face forward into a grinding kiss, two powerful men feeding their sexual hunger.

Finally Randy pulled away and draped the torn shirt round his own neck, wearing it like a spoil of war, a token of his total dominance over the broken man. Their eyes met again and Randy growled, "Damn you really do want it, stud. And you want it rough eh?"

"Yes, sir. As rough as you like. I can take whatever you dish out."

"Well you came to the right guy." Without warning Randy slammed his fist in the man's stomach, a savage gut-punch that made Seth crumple to his knees with a cry of pain. Randy planted his boot on Seth's chest, shoved him hard and he fell on his back on the ground. The shirtless victim groaned and stared up at the construction boss towering over him, stripped to the waist in work pants and boots.

Randy pulled the shirt from round his neck, twisted it into a rope and knotted it. It swung menacingly from his fist as he growled, "Now tell me why you really came here, stud. I wanna hear you beg for it."

Completely subjugated now the degraded man groaned, "I want to feel your cock in my ass. Please, man. I kept jerking off thinking about what you did to me before. Please, sir, I beg you. Fuck my ass."

In response Randy reached down and ripped open Seth's jeans, then hooked his boot under him and flipped him over on his stomach. He pulled his jeans down to his knees and stared down at the exposed solid white globes rising up from the tan line at his waist. "Yeah, I remember that hot ass. Took a real beating last time. So you want it rough, eh?"

Randy swung the roped shirt and the knotted end slammed onto his ass cheeks, from side to side. Seth groaned and, although the makeshift whip was not too painful he reflexively tried to claw his way forward over the dirt in a token attempt at escape.

Randy stopped him by planting his boot on the small of Seth's back and taunted him. "I thought you wanted it, big guy. If you can't take it you can always leave. You came to me, as I recall, I'm not forcing anything."

"No, don't stop man. I can take it ... I'll take anything you throw at me."

"Good, so we understand each other," Randy said. "I had a feeling we would."

Randy dropped to his knees astride Seth's legs and slapped his ass repeatedly with his palm and the back of his hand, watching the cheeks bounce under the blows, red handprints rising on the while flesh. Seth's reaction surprised Randy. "Fuck yeah ... give it to me, man. Harder ..."

Randy obliged willingly, thrashing his ass until his hand hurt. Damn this guy was something else. Randy expected Seth to want sex from him after years of denying his own pent-up cravings, but his hunger to be dominated and slapped around was something that amazed and excited Randy. It was what always turned him on so much about Bob, the look on his face when Randy fucked him savagely – a gorgeous musclehunk needing to be dominated.

This man was no Bob, far from it. He was too fucked up and mean. But he was a tough, rugged son of a bitch who could take a beating, a macho male who was surrendering his hot ass to Randy in a desperate act of humiliation.

"Time you got what you came for, man," Randy snarled. He spat on his cock, made it wet and pressed his hands on the small of Seth's back pinning him helplessly to the ground. He raised his hips, paused ... then plunged his rod deep in Seth's bare ass."

"Aaagh!" The scream of pain and exhilaration echoed round the cavernous building as Seth pressed his face in the dirt and pounded his fists on the floor. "You mother-fucking son of a bitch. Fuck, that hurts so bad ... fuck me, man, harder!"

Randy became the primitive caveman so many men had feared and craved. His shaft became a piston jack-hammering the ass of the muscle-jock bucking and screaming beneath him. It was a merciless fuck, vintage Randy, and he looked down with satisfaction at the man struggling in the dirt, howling in pain but begging for more.

Gradually the struggles subsided as Seth yielded entirely to the brute force of the wild gypsy. Randy felt the body go limp as the broken man became lost and disoriented. He moaned, digging is fingers in the dirt, then yelled with pain as the cock was suddenly yanked out of his ass. He was dimly aware of Randy standing beside him, then the feel of his boot under him, flipping him over on his back.

Dazed, he lay on his back, naked now except for his jeans pushed down to his boots. .As his head cleared Seth opened his eyes and found himself staring up at the bare-chested gypsy towering over him. Seth's cock stood up like a pole and he groaned, "Man, I've waited years for this. Did you unload your jizz in my ass? Are you finished with me?"

"Finished?" Randy grinned. "We just got started, big boy. Man-on-man sex always disgusted you `cos you were terrified you wanted it. Now you're gonna find out what scared you all these years." Randy dropped to his knees, picked up the discarded shirt and used it to tie Seth's wrists together. Then he stretched Seth's arms upward and looped the roped shirt over a rusty pipe sticking out of the ground above his head.

A flash of panic crossed his face as he pulled at his bound wrists, but he had no chance to object as Randy pushed his legs in the air. They draped over Randy's shoulders, his boots hanging down over Randy's back as he leaned forward and focused his laser blue eyes on him.

"Now you're my prisoner, stud, helpless, and you're gonna feel a real man's dick in your ass. Goes something like this ..."

Randy planted his hands on Seth's chest and braced his arms straight. Their faces were two feet apart as his deep voice said, "Look at me, Seth. See the gypsy's face, his eyes? This is the man whose cock you're gonna feel in your ass. Feel it pressing against your hole? Feel it pushing in? Feel it sliding slowly down your chute. Look at me, Seth, `cos now I am gonna ... fuck ...your ... ass."

Seth was hypnotized. All he could see was the gypsy's swarthy face, all he could feel was his massive cock easing into his ass. It pushed in deeper ... and stopped. Seth pulled at his bound wrists. His heart was pounding, his breath heaving as he gazed into the steady blue eyes and felt Randy's cock filling his ass.

Randy smiled and his low, deep voice was hypnotic. "This is what you wanted, Seth. This is what you jacked off thinking about. And now you can feel it ... you feel that?" Randy eased his cock back and forth in short jerks, massaging his ass.

It was a new sensation for Seth – the heat that spread from his ass and fired his whole body. He shuddered, his cock spasmed and ... "aaagh!" His animal howl bounced back off the shabby walls as his balls exploded and sperm blasted from his cock and splashed down on his heaving chest. His body jerking in the throes of orgasm he stared wildly up at Randy, at the man whose cock was filling his ass and changing his life.

Randy stopped moving and smiled down at him, "That's what you've been missing, Seth. That's what you've been craving, the reason you came here, the reason you crawled through the dirt, licked my boots and my cock and begged a man for the first time in your life."

"Fuck, man," Seth whimpered, "what are you doing to me? I've never ... fuck, I want more. Please, sir, don't stop ... I need to feel it again."

"You greedy mother-fucker," Randy grinned. He pulled his cock all the way back, paused for what seemed like an eternity to Seth ... then suddenly drove his shaft in one savage thrust all the way down until the head passed over his inner sphincter and came to rest in the most sensitive fiery depths of his ass.

Seth's eyes flew open and he screamed as his cock erupted again, spurting more semen over his already cum-soaked body. "That's my boy," Randy said, then bent down and clamped his mouth over Seth's in a churning kiss. Randy knew the man was his. Like a slave he would do whatever Randy ordered, take whatever punishment he inflicted on him and still beg for more.

When Randy's face finally pulled back Seth gazed into the penetrating blue eyes and groaned, "You're driving me insane, man. What are you gonna do to me now?"

"I'm gonna work on your ass, dude, until you feel my jizz pouring inside you and you blast another load all over yourself."

Seth pulled frantically at his wrists. "No, man, I can't. I got no more jizz. No way I can come again. I'm done, man."

Randy's eyes blazed and he yelled, "Fuck you, asshole. No one says no to me. You'll do what I fucking tell you. You're not done till I say you're done ... is that clear mother-fucker?"

Seth stopped struggling. "Yes, sir, sorry, sir. I'll do whatever you say."

"Damn right you will." Randy's anger died down as suddenly as it had flared up and he grinned. "Just so you know who's boss around here. I'm gonna make love to your ass, big guy, until you beg me to let you cum. But you wait for my permission."

"Please, sir, let me touch your body." Randy untied Seth's wrists and he reached up and ran his hands over Randy's neck, shoulders arms and chest, digging his fingers in his rock hard pecs, then tracing the ridges of his eight-pack abs. "You're such a beautiful man, Randy. You could make a man do anything."

Randy went to work on his ass, fucking him gently now, teasing him by bringing him close to orgasm, then pulling back before rousing him again. Time and again Seth groaned, "I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum ..." then, as Randy denied his climax, "fuck no, don't do this to me, man, you're driving me crazy. I'm begging you, man, let me bust another load. Let me feel your jizz in my ass."

His eyes filled with tears of desperation and Randy decided he had tortured the man long enough. "OK, stud, you've earned it. But you know what always turns me on enough to shoot my jizz. I like to hear a big, handsome mother fucker submit to me – be my fuck slave"

"Yeah, man," Seth pleaded, humbling himself. "Please, I can't take any more. I give up. I submit to you, sir. I'm begging you, let me cum ... fill my ass with your jizz." Tears started to flow down his cheeks. "You win, man, you've broken me. I'm your slave, my ass belongs to you. I'm begging you, have mercy on me, sir."

Randy watched the macho stud suffer and debase himself in total degradation. He had broken the man as he knew he would when he first laid eyes on him. A man like that had to be broken before he could rebuild his life. Randy's cock shuddered in his ass and he was ready for the final humiliation – filling the handsome musclehunk's ass with his sperm.

"Let me see you beat your meat, man." Seth grabbed his cock and pounded it in his fist while Randy ramrodded his ass faster, harder and deeper than ever. "OK, man, when you feel my jizz pouring in your ass you can shoot your own load. Look into my eyes and tell me what you're feeling when you cum. Here it comes, man ... I'm gonna cum. Damn, you're a hot mother fucker. You know what I wanna hear. Let me hear you say it, man ... now!"

Seth saw Randy's magnificent body tense, his muscles flex and felt his hot jizz blasting in his ass. He pounded his cock and yelled, "I love you, man. I fucking love you ... aaagh!" Seth's cock erupted for the third time as he watched Randy pump his fists in in the air and howl in triumph.

When his cock had drained Randy pulled out, leapt to his feet and stood over him, his body pouring with sweat, eyes blazing. He had totally annihilated Seth and left the big man spasming and jerking on the ground in a convulsion of spent energy.

Seth rolled over on his stomach, his face in the dirt, sobbing uncontrollably. The macho jock had surrendered his very manhood, had been broken in body and spirit and now lay in the dust a beaten man. He had given himself to another man, crawled through the dirt, begged, licked his boots, sucked his cock and surrendered his ass to him. And as he shot his final load he had uttered the unthinkable words ... "I love you, man."

Randy had instinctively known that a man as messed up as Seth needed to be broken down, to submit to another man, before he could be reborn as the man he longed to be. He was sobbing now for the man he used to be, the years he had wasted, the love he had denied. Out of a homoerotic crucible of pain and passion Seth could now emerge into a new world where he would shed his fears and phobias and learn the true meaning of love.

In a delirium of confused emotions Seth lay with his eyes closed until he had sobbed himself to exhaustion. When his mind finally cleared he looked up and felt a stab of panic as he was alone. Randy had gone.

He whimpered like a wounded animal, but his heart leapt when he saw Randy come back into the building and stride toward him ... holding a six-pack of beer he had got from his office. Ever resilient Randy showed no signs of his recent physical exertions and now casually picked up two old discarded wooden boxes and set them upright, one against the wall the other facing it.

"Hey, man, what you need is a drink." Randy reached down, grabbed Seth's arm, pulled him over on his back then up on his feet. He swayed unsteadily until he regained his balance and pulled up his jeans. Still dazed he slumped heavily on the box, leaned back against the wall and accepted the bottle Randy offered him. He twisted off the top, took a long swig of beer then stared at Randy and sighed heavily.

"Fuck, man, you must think I'm a total loser – the stuff I did and said, humiliating myself like that, submitting to another guy, begging to get fucked up the butt. What a wimp."

"That's bullshit, Seth. It takes a real man to survive what I dished out and still want more. When I first laid eyes on you I knew you were a tough son of a bitch but now I see just what a stallion you are. If I didn't know your history I'd consider it a privilege to tangle with you."

"Yeah, but there's still that history. I was a fucking mess, did a bunch of terrible things."

Randy leveled a cold stare at him. "The one thing I can never forgive, man, is the way you treated your boy Will. He's a great kid and deserved to be loved, instead of living in hell, scared shitless by his dad. And whatever happens next, Seth, I tell you one thing now. You will not come within a mile of the boy or try to contact him until I say you can.

"Right now Will is on vacation at the beach with some of his buddies, probably having a blast. I tell you, when I see that freckled face laugh and those eyes blink behind those specs he wears it brings tears to my eyes. So if you ever try to hurt the kid again I will tear you apart, man ... and you know that I can."

"I get it, Randy. I'll do whatever you say." Seth had not only been dominated sexually by Randy. He now accepted his superiority completely, the only man ever to annihilate him and certainly the only man ever to ram his dick in his ass. He had been at his mercy sexually and now put himself in Randy's power for whatever his future held.

"Er, just one thing, man," Seth stammered. "That, er, thing I said at the end ... about loving you. I didn't know what I was saying ... didn't mean it."

"Yes you did, Seth. My buddy Bob always says that love is more a question of intensity than duration. So when you felt my jizz in your ass and you shot your load, you did love me at that moment. `Course, love takes all kinds of forms, from lust to lifetime passion, and there's probably a part of you that still loves me, under all that resentment and rivalry."

"I don't resent you, Randy. I respect you more than any man I ever met. But I'm damned if I know where I go from here."

"You know, Seth, in the construction business we see buildings that are so badly damaged they can't be repaired. The only thing to do is tear them down and rebuild them from the ground up. Same applies to you, dude. You were so badly fucked up I had to break you down completely so you could start to rebuild your life.

"But before we get into that, tell me one thing first, dude. In all that crazy bullshit about men who fuck each other going to hell, didn't you ever feel attracted to another guy?"

"Nah, I buried all my feelings so deep." Seth paused. "Except that one time ... I used to work as a day laborer on sites in the Hollywood area and whenever I got off work I'd usually stop in for a beer at this grungy little beer bar on my way home. Well one day I was sitting at the bar nursing a beer and my troubles ... and this guy walked in. Man was he hot – gorgeous chiseled face like Captain America, and built like a brick shithouse under his white V-neck T-shirt. See I still remember every detail.

"But he didn't fit in in that shithole bar, you could tell he had class. My guess was a business executive, though he was dressed in jeans and his white tee. When he sat on the stool next to me, ordered a beer, then turned to me and smiled with those deep-set sexy eyes, shit I got such a boner in my pants. Scared me to death, I almost ran the hell out of there. But he started to make small talk and, I dunno, there was something about him that made me stay.

"Seemed he had driven non-stop from Northern California headed south to Mexico, running away from a marriage that had gone sour. Wanted to heal his wounds in Mexico. He had just pulled off the freeway in L.A. looking for a beer and a place to sleep for a couple hours.

"I was staying in some rooming house round the corner and I was on the verge of suggesting that he could shack up there for an hour or so, but I lost my nerve. What the fuck was I doing? The guy gave me a hard-on and I was about to invite him to share my fucking bed! I said I had to go, but he must've liked me, or something `cos he wrote down his cellphone number and said to give him a call. We could share a drink when he came back through L.A."

"When I got the hell out of there I was panicked. My heart was beating, I still had a boner and I couldn't get him out of my mind. I was terrified of getting dragged into that lifestyle so I told myself to man up, stop acting like a fucking idiot. I screwed up the paper he'd given me and threw it in a trash bin. I went home to the rooming house and got rid of my boner by jacking off ... but I was thinking about him.

"Anyway, that was that and I was proud I had resisted some evil temptation. Told myself it was the devil trying to corrupt me. But you know, I often wondered what would have happened if I'd had the nerve to invite him to my place. Knowing what I know now, I guess it could have changed my life, instead of me living in a wasteland for so many years."

As Randy listened to the story a chill ran down his spine. It was uncanny, almost a replica of his own story all those years ago when he had met a businessman in a bar on Hollywood Boulevard and told him he could crash for a while in his motel room. The rest was history – a long, action filled history. It couldn't be, could it? He had to know.

"Er, did the guy have thick dark hair."

"Nah," Seth laughed. "Like I said, Captain America, blond hair, blue eyes."

Randy sighed with relief. "So not like Superman, eh? Damn, you had me going there for a minute, buddy." Randy's mind went back to that day in the bar. What if he too had just walked out of the bar, left Bob sitting there on his own, never seen him again? He shuddered. He had been one small decision away from losing Bob, never to have had him in his life, never built the life they had together with Zack, Mark, Pablo, the twins, all the other guys.

Randy looked at Seth who had made the other choice that day in the bar – and his heart went out to him. "Man, that was some story, dude. Same fucking thing happened to me years ago in a beer bar. Met this guy Bob. Difference is I did invite him back to my room ... and fell totally crazy in love with him. It was all new to me and I was shit scared of losing him, so I actually tied him up and as time went on treated him like shit, threatened him not to leave me.

"Didn't know why he never tried to escape. What I didn't realize then was that Bob was as crazy in love with me as I was with him. We built a life together and we're still together to this day, more in love than ever. I couldn't live without him."

There was a long silence as they opened another beer. "Damn," Randy said, "life is such a fucking crap shoot. A nothing day like any other... two strangers meet in a beer bar at the wrong end of town ... small talk ... a causal remark and a minor decision. But it changes lives forever. One guy makes the right choice and finds a lifetime's happiness. The other makes the opposite choice and spends years in the wilderness."

Randy grinned ruefully at Seth. "Buddy, you made the wrong choice that day. You shouldn't have tossed that scrap of paper." He sighed. "Still, water under the bridge. Now let's see what we can do to make things come right."

Randy took a swig of beer then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Man, you're a fucking mess – you need therapy, a lot of it. Now all I can do is sex therapy and we just had a session of that. I think it worked pretty good, don't you?"

"I'll say," Seth smiled.

"Psycho-therapy is another matter ... much more complicated. Fortunately, I have just the man for you - actually my brother, Doctor Steve. He'll sort out that addled brain of yours. His methods are kinda weird, to say the least, but he gets results every time. So that's where you have to start."

Randy pulled a business card from his pocket and a stub of pencil. "I'm gonna write down two numbers. The first is Steve's. I'll tell him to expect your call. Steve's a high-priced Beverly Hills shrink but don't worry about that. You're a buddy of mine so it'll be on the house. He also looks a lot like me, only a preppy version, so you'll probably get a boner like you did with the guy in the bar. Just don't run away like you did then. Make the right choice this time, asshole.

"The second number is my cell. You'll probably still feel real confused and needy, so if you need to talk, call me. You'll also still lust for me, that's a given. You can get over that most of the time by jacking off. But the difference between me and the guy you met in the bar is that you damn sure won't toss my number, so when you want a repeat performance call me. We'll meet again right here and I'll plough your ass again. All part of the service.

"One last word about Will. Like I said, he's off limits to you. There may be a time when you can meet but that will be up to Steve. Maybe he'll let you and the boy meet in his office for a joint shrink session. So it's all up to you now, Seth. I've just opened the door and given you a glimpse of a Technicolor world. You have to man up and walk through it." Randy got to his feet. "Now I gotta get home to Bob."

Seth stood up too, his mind reeling. "Randy ... is it OK if ... if we hug."

Randy laughed. "You still don't know me too well do you, stud? Come here you dumb sexy son of a bitch. Randy pulled him into a tight hug and clamped their mouths together in a grinding kiss. When at last they pulled apart Randy reached down and squeezed Seth's crotch. "Hard as a rock, of course, like me, dude. But don't let's start again. Give your ass time to heal."

Randy picked their discarded shirts off the floor and they walked out of the building, across the construction site to their cars. Randy tossed his own greasy tank top to Seth. "Here take this. It stinks of my sweat, piss and dry cum – perfect for jacking off. I'll hold on to your ripped tee and give it to Will when the time's right."

Randy flashed a gleaming smile. "Hey, don't worry, big guy. You've been a total prick in the past but you've got me to straighten you out now. You'll see ..."

"Thanks for everything, Randy." Seth got in his van and Randy watched him drive away. Then Randy swung up into his truck. His mind went back to Seth's story of the bar and how he had let a chance slip away. He floored it and the truck roared away. He needed Bob real bad.

When he got home there was no sign of Bob in their house. He looked in the bedroom, then in his office, but didn't find him until he went into the kitchen. Bob was sitting on one of the high stools at the kitchen counter with his back to him, concentrating on a file of papers. He was barefoot in jeans and his usual V-neck white T-shirt.

Randy's heart missed a beat as his mind flew back to that far-off day when Bob had come and set next to him on a bar stool. He remembered Seth's tale of just such an encounter in a bar where he had chatted and then walked away from a man who could have changed his life.

Bob had a bottle of white wine on the counter and kept sipping from a glass. He was so intent on his papers he had not heard Randy come in, but suddenly he was there sitting on the stool beside him. Bob turned his head and smiled at him and Randy grinned, "What's a class act like you doing in a dump like this?"

Bob chuckled. "Sounds something like the first words you spoke to me the day we met? Could have been – that bar sure was a dump. Here, glass of wine?"

"Huh. Not supposed to mix the grape with the grain and I've been drinking beer."

"I can tell. And where's your shirt?"

"Er, long story. Oh what the hell. Give me a glass and I'll tell you the story, if you can get your nose out of that file."

Bob smiled, closed the folder and swung round on the stool to face him. "OK shoot, buddy. I'm all yours."

"Jeez that sounds so good when you say it. That's kind of what this story is about."

Randy told Bob everything that had transpired after he met Seth at the construction site, not leaving out any detail, and Bob listened without interruption.

When he finished Randy said, "Crazy ain't it that Seth had a story so much like ours? But don't you see, Bob, we could have made the same choice as him, just said goodbye and never seen each other again. I mean never again! It was a roll of the dice, me saying off-hand that you might as well sleep it off in my room. Dude, what if I hadn't said that, what if I'd walked out like Seth did and never ...? We wouldn't be sitting here now. That scares me to death and it was such a relief when I came in and saw you sitting on that stool. Dammit I love you, man."

Bob smiled. In the story Randy had been the macho muscle-stud gypsy who had dominated and fucked a man. But now as he gazed at him plaintively he looked like a scared little boy. "Randy," Bob said evenly. "I know what you need right now. Stand up. Get naked."

Randy grinned. He loved it when Bob took charge like this. He quickly obeyed and, on Bob's order, lay naked on his back on the carpeted floor. He stared up at Bob as he slowly, pulled off his shirt, unbuttoned his jeans, let them drop and stepped out of them.

"Randy, in that old warehouse you were the caveman I know so well, the alpha top man who made a tough guy submit to you, made him crawl, suck your dick and beg you to fuck his ass. And I bet you pumped your fist in the air in triumph. But it's different now, you're with me and I know what you want. The big macho gypsy is gonna get his ass fucked."

Bob knelt on the floor between Randy's legs spat in his palm and stroked his cock. He leaned forward, and their eyes met.

"You see, Randy. That day in the bar you didn't walk out. You did ask me back to your motel. The dice rolled in our favor and we fell in love and we've been in love ever since. And now here's the big construction boss, naked on the kitchen floor, and he's gonna get butt-fucked by his lover. But I'm gonna take a leaf out of your playbook, buddy. I need to hear how much you want it, to hear you plead for it."

"Man, you are so fucking hot," Randy sighed. "Shit, Seth missed out on Captain America but I got Superman. Whenever I look at you I do a double-take, I can never believe how beautiful you are. Do you know, when I've been throwing my weight around at work, barking orders, I sometimes go in my trailer office and jerk off thinking about you buck naked like you are now and fucking my ass. Of course I wanna feel your dick in my ass. Fuck me, buddy ... please!"

He raised his hips off the floor, offering his ass to his lover, and Bob eased his cock in deep. He leaned forward, pinned Randy's wrists to the floor and gazed into his eyes. "Randy, you're the only man I've ever fucked with my cock and my eyes. And I can make you cum hands free – a talent we share."

And so Bob made love to Randy's ass and to his eyes. And only then did all Randy's fear and paranoia dissolve. Yeah, they had met and he had asked him back to his room – it was fated, had to be. When they first looked into each other's eyes, as they were doing now, they fell in love, so of course they spent the night together – and the rest of their lives.

They drifted into each other's eyes, into their own magical world, and their smiles grew brighter and turned to laughter. And they were still laughing with joy when Randy yelled, "I love you, man," as cum streamed from his cock over his ripped abs and he felt the euphoria of his lover's juice flowing deep in his ass.

Sometime later when Pablo came in looking for his dad Randy, he found the two men asleep in each other's arms on the kitchen floor. And he tiptoed quietly away.

The group of guys who had been away for the weekend at the beach were expected back on Sunday evening. As Randy had predicted, Will had been having a blast with the twins in the remote Guadalupe Dunes, with the cop Mark, the Aussie Adam and their boys Jamie and Nate.

It was a harmonious, boisterous group, now that Mark and Adam had settled their earlier differences and become close buddies, and Will spent hours in the waves perfecting his surfing skills with Jamie and Nate. They all partied, laughed a lot, ate and drank a lot, and coupled at night with ever changing partners.

They left reluctantly early Sunday evening and arrived back home a couple of hours later tired and happy. Mark was keen on reinforcing his new, close relationship with Adam, so when they arrived and the group dispersed the two men and their boys went next door to the Aussies' house for dinner and whatever else transpired.

The twins, and especially Will, were eager to tell Bob and Randy all about the trip. The two leaders of the tribe were in the living room of their house at the edge of the compound – playing chess. Bob had decided to teach Randy chess in another attempt to civilize the savage gypsy, but the lessons were contentious, laced with many impatient shits' and fucks' from Randy, who kept referring to Bob as `asshole'.

So it was with some relief that they heard sounds of the noisy group at the gate and a few minutes later Will burst into the room, followed by the twins. "Hey, Bob said, who are you? I remember a shy young boy leaving here two days ago and now here's a hot young buck all pumped up looking like he just tamed the ocean. So, William, you a champion surfer now?"

Will grinned, "Oh I wouldn't say a champ, sir ..."

"He's being modest," Kyle said. "The Aussies were mighty impressed."

"They were, sir. Adam said if he took me to Sydney I'd be a star on ... er ... Bondage Beach?"

Bob smiled, "Er, Bondi I think William. Bondi Beach," as Randy and the twins shared smiles.

"Yeah, that's the one, sir." Will sat down with the men and it all poured out. "It was an amazing trip, sir. It started on the way up when we pulled off the highway and me and Jamie and Nate got butt-fucked on the tailgate of Mark's truck. But Mark got real mad when he found Jamie in bed with Adam and he handcuffed the Aussie to the bed and fucked him good.

"After that Mark sulked and I went and told him he shouldn't be mad, `cos Jamie loved him like crazy, so Mark went and let Jamie fuck him. Then guess what! Mark was tied to that doorframe thingy on the beach and wanted me, the new kid, to fuck him while Adam sucked his cock. Well, that kinda made everything right again, though I couldn't figure out exactly how, but never mind.

"Then Jamie and Nate took me surfing and it took a while before they called me champ. After that I went for a walk and saw Jamie and Adam fucking on the beach. I watched till they were done but then the dune gave way under me and I slid down it and fell right between them. But they weren't mad or anything, and they gave me a ..." he frowned "... a prostrate orgasm."

"Prostate, I think, William"

"Yeah that's the one, sir, I guess – they called it my love button. Anyway they shoved their fingers up my butt, worked my love button and made me bust a load – one of those where your eyes roll back in your head. Course I could a' cum just looking at those hunks ... well you know that, sirs, cos the boys say you're both in love with Mark ... is it OK to say that? Anyway, after that it was off to the races and we had a blast. The twins and me fucked a whole lot and ..."

"Er, Will," Kevin interrupted gently. "I don't think these guys have eaten dinner yet, and neither have we. We should probably heat up that casserole that's in the fridge and make one of those big salads. Do you think you could go and make a start and we'll join you in the kitchen shortly?"

Will blushed and blinked behind his glasses. "Oh. Oh sorry, sirs. Here I've been shooting my mouth off and ... OK, sirs, dinner coming right up. And I got a blueberry pie I can heat up too." He scampered off to the kitchen leaving indulgent smiles behind.

"Damn that kid is something else – fucking beautiful," Randy smiled. "Seems that trip did him a power of good. But there's something I gotta tell you guys. His dad Seth surfaced again."

The twins stiffened and Randy outlined what had happened with him and Seth. "After all the rough stuff I told Seth what he should do but I don't know if you want Will to hear it. I don't want him upset."

The twins glanced at each other and Kyle said firmly, "Absolutely, he must hear it, sir. All of it."

Kevin took over. "See we don't want to treat him as a young kid who should be shielded from uncomfortable things, kept in the dark. He's a down-to-earth, plucky young guy and bright as a button. Like he said in that stream of consciousness, he really did straighten out Mark, believe it or not, with his commonsense talk of grabbing hold of love when you find it. We want him to know everything that's going on, sirs."

"You're absolutely right, guys," Bob said. "We'll discuss it over dinner. Go give him a hand."

As they sat round the table later over dinner Will had calmed down from his earlier excited chatter but he still showed signs of growing self-confidence and Bob could see the wisdom in the way the twins wanted him treated. Kyle gave Randy an opening when he asked casually, "So, anything new and exciting happen around here while we were gone, sirs?"

Randy glanced at Bob, then launched in. "Yeah as a matter of fact. I met with your dad Seth, Will." The boy choked on a mouthful of casserole at the sound of the man's name, but Randy was quick to reassure him. "Not to worry, kiddo, it went pretty good – after I'd made clear to him who was the boss. Do you wanna hear the story?"

"Yes please, sir." Will's fear quickly lessened, and he always liked hearing Randy's stories.

Randy went through everything from the moment Seth had shown up at the gates of the construction site. Will listened intently and even got a boner in his shorts picturing Randy pounding Seth's ass, but he asked at the end, "Sir, you didn't hurt him real bad, did you sir?"

"No Will. It wasn't like the last time when we had that knock down drag out fight. This time it was him came to find me `cos he wanted it. I wanted to know how bad he wanted it, and I found out when I watched him crawl over the dirt to me and beg me to fuck him. Will, I think your dad's becoming a changed man from the one you knew."

They were surprised to see Will's eyes get moist with tears. "Sir, you're not giving me back to him, are you?"

There were looks of alarm all round and Bob jumped in. "William, look at me. You are no longer a boy ... you're over eighteen and free to make your own decisions about your life. No one can `give' you to anyone. And certainly Randy has no intention of doing it. Quite the opposite, he loves you, as we all do, and would be real upset if you left us. Besides all that, you are the twins' boy, their responsibility, and you're not about to give up your boy, eh guys?"

Kyle chuckled. "Give away a boy who's not only a champion surfer but makes a mean blueberry pie and cums when you press his love button? Not likely."

That laughter round the table, even from Will, defused the moment of alarm, so Randy continued. "Here's what I told Seth. First, you are off limits to him, Will, and if he comes within a mile of you or tries to contact you I'll rip him apart. And he knew I meant it and can do it, so you are perfectly safe.

Second, the man's brain is a total mess and he needs therapy. I gave him physical and sexual therapy – I'm good at that and it worked. He's now dead sure he loves sex with men, at least with me. He begged me on his knees to fuck him. But he needs psychotherapy real bad, and my brother Steve is the guy for that. The doc has been a shrink to almost everyone here, including me ..." Randy smiled with a touch of arrogance "... though I think I taught my brother more that he taught me.

"So he's gonna call Steve and set up sessions with him. After that Steve will make all the decisions. He'll probably want to see you too Will, and you'd love that. After all you've seen Steve and he looks just like me, so what's not to like, eh?"

"Sir," Will asked. "Do you think Doctor Steve would ever want to see me and my dad together?"

"That is on the cards, kiddo, but only if he thinks it would help, and only if you want it – and I would insist on being present too."

That last part made Will smile. "Thank you, sir, I would like that."

"So," Bob asked, "do you feel OK with all this, William?"

"Yes thank you, sir. See, my dad treated me bad and made me run away, but I always thought he was confused in his mind, especially after my mom ran away and left us. Thing is, I used to love my dad, and I always think that if you loved someone once you never really stop loving them, no matter what. It might be different, but underneath all the bad stuff love kinda ... well, kinda lives on, don't you think, sir?"

Bob glanced at the twins and smiled at Will. "William, I could not have said that better myself. I, er, I have a suggestion to make – a request really. William, you say you and the twins made love a lot at the beach, which you often do, of course. And Randy fucks you practically every time you work out with him in the gym. But me, I almost never get to make love to you kiddo."

Bob looked up at Randy who smiled and nodded. "So I wonder if I could come to your room tonight – maybe even stay the night? Of course, it's entirely your choice and ..."

"Yes please, sir." Will's eyes sparkled as he looked questioningly at the twins.

The twins exchanged glances and Kyle said. "That's fine with us, Will, on one condition. Our kind of sex is usually real polite and it's a long time since we spent the night with a rough guy, like some kind of gypsy, or caveman type." All eyes turned to Randy.

"You know," Randy said, "last few days have been rough. First I grapple with that musclehunk Seth, work him over and plough his ass. Then I come home and get butt-fucked by my lover – who then forces me to play chess! Me and a chessboard? Match made in hell. What my body needs now is some kind of massage therapy. I wanna get naked in bed and have my muscles worked on by a couple guys – have to be real hot looking, lookalikes, identical ideally ..."

The laughter round the table confirmed that the sleeping arrangements were set for the night."

In Will's bedroom his pug Norman was curled up in his basket, one eye open watching as Will quickly undressed and fell on the bed. He gazed up as Bob slowly pulled off his T-shirt and stood barefoot in jeans. Will stared at the magnificent Superman face and body and said, "Sir, I might cum just looking at you."

"Well you can if you like, William, but maybe there are other things we can do first. You know, you've got the twins as kind've your big brothers, and Randy as your protector. But sometimes a man acts as what's known as a surrogate dad for a boy. Do you think you could look on me as your surrogate dad?"

"Yes please, sir."

"Good." Bob smiled, dropped his jeans and got into bed naked beside Will.

Will ran his hand over Bob's muscular chest and frowned. "Only thing is, sir. Do you think it's OK for a sorry-gate dad to fuck his own boy?"

"It is for this one, kiddo. Oh, and the word's surrogate."

"Yeah, that's the one, sir."

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 436

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