A Trial of Strength

TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 436 By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 436 – "SETH GETS THERAPY FROM DOCTOR STEVE"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

Young rookie Will insists he's a `bottom-boy' but Bob, the rugged leader of the tribe, has other ideas. When they share a bed roles are reversed and Bob grins, "OK, cowboy, ride that ass." Later, the macho, sexually confused musclehunk Seth has unusual therapy from Doctor Steve. He gets to watch gym-jocks Lloyd and Tommy flaunt their bodies in the gym. When he joins in the jocks teach him the meaning of "spit-roast".

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

It was inevitable Randy and Seth would meet again.

The two alpha hunks looked a lot alike – muscular physiques, chiseled features with stubbled jaws, shaggy black hair and blue eyes. Only difference was that Randy was the gypsy boss of the tribe and Seth was an intruder – the abusive homophobic father of young Will, the newest member of the tribe.

Will had run away from home and become the twins' boy, Kyle and Kevin. Randy was his protector and had sprung into action when Seth showed up to grab Will and take him home.

As Will himself later described it, "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! And afterwards Randy said to us all that Seth would be back for more. Randy's always right about stuff like that."

Sexually obsessed with Randy Seth did come back, and in a marathon fuck session in an old deserted warehouse, Seth yielded to Randy's sexual magnetism. The macho jock surrendered his very manhood, crawled through the dirt, begged, licked the gypsy's boots, sucked his cock and submitted his ass to him. Broken in body and spirit he lay in the dust a beaten man. And as he shot his final load he had uttered the unthinkable words ... "I love you, man."

Later that evening Randy and his lover Bob were having dinner with the twins (Bob's boys) and their boy Will. Randy tackled the subject that couldn't be avoided. Talking about the events of the day he said, "And as a matter of fact, Will, I met with your dad Seth." The boy choked on a mouthful of food at the sound of the man's name, but Randy was quick to reassure him, using his pet nickname for the young redhead. "Not to worry, Red, it went pretty good – after I'd made clear to him who was the boss.

Randy went through the story 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 found out how bad he wanted it when I watched him crawl over the dirt to me and beg me to fuck him. Red," he grinned, "I think your dad's becoming a changed man from the one you knew."

They were surprised when Will asked tearfully, "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."

Randy continued. "So 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. He knew I meant it and can do it, so you are perfectly safe.

"Second, the man is a total mess and he needs therapy. I gave him physical and sexual therapy – I'm good at that and it worked. He now knows he gets off on sex with men, at least with me. But he needs psychotherapy real bad, and my brother Steve is the guy for that. So Seth's gonna call Doc Steve and set up sessions with him.

When Bob asked if Will was OK with this he said, "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 was moved by Will's words and suggested that he should spend the night in Will's room. The twins agreed, eager to spend the night with the rugged gypsy Randy. And so the sleeping arrangements were settled to everyone's satisfaction.

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 at Bob who slowly pulled off his T-shirt and stood barefoot in jeans. Staring up at the magnificent Superman face and body Will 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," Will said eagerly. 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."

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For some time they just lay together, Bob on his back with his head turned to Will. Will lay on his side with his head in the crook of Bob's arm gazing at him.

He put his glasses on so he could see Bob's face clearly. "Sir, the boys say that you and Randy are the two most in-love guys in the tribe. They say you fell in love years ago right when you first met. Like, how does that feel, sir? See, I'm trying to understand exactly what love is."

Bob chuckled. "William, if you're asking me to define love, I can't – nobody can do that. First of all it means different things to different people – and it changes.

"For example a young couple meets and they're so much in love they can't keep their hands off each other, they fuck all the time. They're still in love fifty years later but it's changed – not so much about sex as about being together so many years. They have a history together and in some ways their love is even deeper. I hope that Randy and I will have that as we get older."

"Yeah, but you guys will never stop fucking. I've watched you, sir, and you're both so hot it makes me cum. But I kinda see what you mean, sir, `cos I love you and Randy and I'm just the new boy, so much younger than you. How does that work?"

"Like I said, kiddo, nobody knows. Look at Uncle Mike and Larry for example – about thirty years difference in age. Uncle Mike thought he was too old to fall in love again and suddenly along comes Larry, a handsome but troubled young guy, and they fall in love."

"That must be like father and son, sir. Maybe Uncle Mike is Larry's sorry-gate ... er, I mean ... su ... surrogate dad for Larry, don't ya think?"

"In some ways maybe. Uncle Mike was certainly stern enough to take Larry in hand and knock all that rebelliousness out of him. But it's much more than a father-son thing. I mean they have real hot sex all the time."

"So you think a dad and his boy can have sex, sir?"

"Oh William, I don't wanna set any rules about that. We're only looking in from the outside – we can never know what goes on inside a relationship, the couple has to work that out. All I can say is that whatever they decide together is fine, provided it's consensual and nobody gets hurt."

"Like my dad and me, sir."

"Ah," Bob smiled, "I thought that's where this was headed. What your dad did to you, or tried to do, was absolutely wrong and inexcusable. That's what made Randy so mad and why he hated Seth so much. He's like a raging bull when he sees a kid getting hurt."

Will frowned. "But I don't think Randy hates Seth now, sir. I mean why would he try to help him, setting him up with Doctor Steve and all?"

"Well, that's Randy. He can fly into a rage and thrash a man for doing what Seth did to you, but after he's punished the guy he can turn around and even feel sorry for him if, as Randy describes it, he's a `fucked-up mess'."

"And my dad sure was fucked up, sir." Will blinked behind his glasses. "See, I think I worked it all out, sir. My dad is a big, macho stud – what they call a top man – used to hang out with the guys and talk about women they've fucked. But now I know that under all that boasting man-talk, deep down Seth wanted sex with guys.

"I think he went to a priest once, probably confessed. I guess the priest told him his thoughts were sinful and he'd better get rid of them or he'd go to hell. That's when dad started all that fires of hell stuff, and when he found that magazine under my bed with all those naked muscle guys he went apeshit and beat me.

"It's around that time my mom walked out on us." Will managed a grin. "I guess sex with my dad wasn't all that hot anyway cos she wasn't a guy. But here's the thing, sir. After all that stuff that fucking is sinful, why did he try to fuck me? I managed to come up with words – you know, religious stuff like what would Jesus do' – that made him back off every time, but ...

"You see, sir, I really loved my dad before all that started but I had to run away and leave him. Worst part was that he wouldn't let me take Norman with me and I had to leave him behind and every day I worried ..." Will choked up and tears started to flow.

"Hey, hey, hey William, none of that. You're here with us now, and so is Norman." Bob smiled, "When a boy joins the tribe we really do circle the wagons around him. Randy can be a big tough protector, but so can his boy Pablo. Pablo got real mad when he heard you talk about Norman. He found out your old address and went round there and made Seth `an offer he couldn't refuse'. He took Norman and brought him to you.

"Did you know that's what Randy did for Pablo when they first met? Pablo's dog Billy was still with the foster family Pablo ran away from so Randy went round there, rescued Billy and brought him to Pablo. Rescuing Norman for you was what Pablo calls `paying it forward' – doing the same good turn for you that someone had once done for him."

Will snuggled against Bob who felt his rigid cock pressing against him. "Hey, what's this, kiddo? And why the hell are we talking about other guys fucking when we're lying here with no clothes on doing nothing but yak?"

"Will smiled, "Does that mean you're gonna fuck me, sir?"

"Well sure, I really want to, and that boner of yours looks like you want it too. But let me ask you something first, William. You told me about all the guys who've fucked you – the twins, Randy, Mark and Adam – and you say you love it. But what about you doing the fucking? How often do you fuck? Do you like it?"

"Yeah, I guess I do, sir. But see, I'm the new boy, just turned eighteen and I'm younger than everyone else so they all think I'm a bottom boy. First guy I ever fucked was Grady, a big movie star ... can you believe, I fucked Tarzan? But that was all in fun ... well you know Grady. And at the beach Mark wanted me to fuck him but that was all about the cop wanting to be punished by a bottom boy or something. No, sir, I think I must be a bottom boy."

Bob smiled. "William, if you don't mind me saying so, that is what Randy would call bullshit'. I never like putting labels on guys – top man, bottom boy, good guy, bad guy – cos guys are more complicated than that. They can be both – in fact most guys are a mix of both at one time or another. So, er, did you ever think about fucking me?"

Will's eyes grew wide under his glasses and he started to laugh. "Me? Me fuck you, sir? Like I said I'm the new boy, and you're the totally gorgeous leader of the tribe. I don't think it would be right for the rookie to fuck the boss, sir."

"Huh, I think I can hear Randy saying bullshit again, kiddo. Course if you don't want to, I understand. I guess I mistook that boner of yours. After all, I'm not everyone's cup of tea and if I don't turn you on then ..."

"Now who's talking bullshit?" Will protested, then winced at his own boldness. "Sorry, sir, I didn't mean that. But you turn the whole world on, every guy in the tribe, including me. It's just that, you're this big Superman guy and I'm just a young bot ..."

"If you say `bottom boy' one more time, William, I'll slap you around like Randy would."

"Is that a promise, sir?" Will grinned mischievously behind his glasses.

"That's better, kiddo. I always knew there was more to you than just a cute ass. Come on ... how about we give it a try? What they call the old switcheroo – first you fuck me then I turn the tables on you. Let me see here ..." Bob reached down and felt Will's cock, hard as a rock. I'd say that gun is locked, loaded and ready for action, kid."

It was Bob's light-hearted banter that encouraged Will, along with his beautiful face and hot body, of course. So he jumped up on his knees between Bob's legs and reached over to the bedside table. He pulled a jar of lube from a drawer, dipped his fingers in and lubed his cock.

"Always prepared, I see," Bob smiled.

"Yes, sir, Ben taught me that. I know Randy always dry-fucks you, sir, Ben told me that too ..."

"No secrets in this family," Bob grinned.

"... anyway sir, I tried dry fucking with the twins but I cum too soon, so if you don't mind, sir ..."

"Hey you're the top man, William. You call the shots – even the cum shots."

Bob bent his knees and slid his legs back giving Will a clear shot at his ass. Will leaned forward and pressed the head of his cock against Bob's hole. But when he looked down at the chiseled Superman features and perfectly sculpted body ... he lost his nerve. The leader of the tribe was in Will's bed! The man everyone lusted for was waiting for Will, the new boy, to push his cock inside him ... to fuck him. No, he couldn't ... he couldn't. And in his panic Will lost his hard-on.

Will blushed deeply and winced in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, sir. I can't. I knew it wasn't right for a gorgeous muscle-stud like you to get fucked by a rookie bottom-boy like me."

Bob smiled. "Will you stop with the bottom-boy thing, William? I told you there are no labels between us. There's no top or bottom here, we're just good buddies in bed together. Trouble is you're thinking too much. Randy is often accused of thinking with his cock – which actually makes him incredibly sexy. Maybe you could do the same. Just relax, stop analyzing stuff. Take a deep breath, and try a little foreplay. Come on, kiddo. I could use a little flattery.

Once again Bob's words soothed Will. He forgot his limp dick and ran his hands over the mounds of Bob's pecs, down the cleft between them, down to his razor sharp eight-pack abs. "It's easy to flatter you, sir – just tell the truth. I remember the first time I saw you, sir. I was working in the kitchen when you walked in and said hello. My legs got weak and I almost creamed my shorts. You were wearing jeans and a white V-neck T-shirt but I could tell you had a sensational body.

"And now here it is, in my bed and I can actually feel it. He squeezed Bob's nipples and saw the handsome face wince – and felt his own cock jolt. Bob reached up and reciprocated, twisting Will's nipples in his fingertips. Will smiled down at him. "I think I love you, sr."

"That's a good thing isn't it, William?"

"It sure feels like it, sir." With the image of Bob on that first day vivid in his mind Will almost didn't notice his stiff cock sliding into Bob's ass ... but he sure noticed it as it drove deeper and deeper into the warm, velvet depths. "I'm inside you, sir! I'm fucking you!"

"That's another good thing, eh kiddo? OK, cowboy, ride it."

Will laughed with joy and if Bob hadn't already been in love with the boy he was now. Bob was used to the fierce Randy fucks he got daily, and this was the very opposite. He smiled up at the eager freckled face, eyes shining behind his owl glasses, pumping away excitedly. His rhythm was a bit ragged, but what he lacked in Randy's expertise he made up in youthful enthusiasm.

"Wow, it feels awesome, sir. Can you feel it ... I mean, do you like it too?"

"Loving it, kid. Jeez, you're a great fuck. Come on stud, give it to me."

Will was flying. Looking down at the handsome muscle god he couldn't believe he was actually fucking his ass. He pressed his hands on Bob's chest and felt the muscles flexing under his palms. Bob reached up, curled his hand behind Will's head and pulled his face down into a soft, warm kiss. And that pushed him over the edge.

When the kiss ended Will panted, "Sir, it feels so hot I ... I don't think I can hold back, sir. I'm so close ... would it be OK if I cum, sir?"

Bob's eyes sparkled. "Like I said, William, you're the one calling the shots here ... so if that includes you shooting a load in me, go for it, stud."

Will gazed down at the smiling brown eyes, the tousled black hair falling over Bob's brow, and the rippling muscles of his body – a body he was penetrating! Nothing could stop him now as he felt his cock shudder in the hot ass. "I think I'm gonna ... yeah, I'm gonna cum, sir ... fuck, I'm gonna cum ... yeaaah!" As Will screamed Bob raised his ass to receive the full impact of the excited boy's jizz pumping into him.

In a room down the hall the twins paused in their servicing of Randy's body and Randy grinned, "Sounds like Bob's getting it good from your boy, guys. I know just how the kid feels."

Will pulled out of Bob, his pleasure tinged with regret. "I think I came too soon, sir. I wanted it to last longer."

"Who says it's over, kiddo? Remember what we agreed – the old switcheroo? It's payback time." Bob jumped off the bed and Will lay on his back exhilarated but not sure what came next. He noticed a change in Bob. The smile had gone and he paced naked round the bed frowning. "You know, If Randy found out another guy had fucked my ass he'd probably punish them."

"Really, sir?" Will was confused. He knew Randy would never punish him for anything, and he was fine when Bob suggested sleeping with him. Then he caught a little gleam in Bob's stern face and knew he was teasing him.

"`Course, we could avoid that if I punish the guy myself." Bob continued pacing and stopped at the head of the bed. "Hey, what's this?" He pointed to wrist restraints tied to the bed posts.

Will blushed. "Oh, er, those are from the time Kyle and Kevin tied me to the bed and fucked me. They told me to leave them there for future use, sir."

"Perfect," Bob said. "Just what I need." Within seconds Will's arms were stretched up and his wrists tied to the bed posts. He gazed up at the muscle-god standing at the foot of the bed stroking his cock. Will knew now what Bob was doing and felt the exhilaration, tinged with fear, of being helpless, at the mercy of a powerful man – a leader of the tribe.

By this time Bob's cock was rock hard. "You know where this is going boy?"

"In my ass, sir?"

"Damn right. And there's not a fucking thing you can do about it, kid, `cos you're my prisoner."

Will had never seen or heard Bob act this way before and he found it massively sexy. By now he was good at falling into whatever fantasy other guys dreamed up, and as Bob knelt on the bed and shoved his legs up he said, "I'm sorry I misbehaved, sir. I'll do whatever you say."

"You sure as fuck will, `cos you don't have a choice, kid. You're tied down to the bed and you are gonna get your ass pounded by Superman."

Bob quickly dipped his fingers in the lube jar and pushed them in Will's ass. Will tugged on his bound wrists – partly as a natural reflex but also because he had seen other guys do it and knew how sexy it looked. Bob leaned forward and pressed his hands on Will's stretched arms. "No use trying to get free, boy. You're at my mercy – at the mercy of my cock."

Will gasped as he felt the long shaft drive into him. He had felt many cocks inside him by now, but this time had a special kind of magic. He really did love Bob and respected him as the handsome founder of the tribe and Randy's lover. Didn't get much bigger or hotter than that especially as he watched Bob's muscles flex over him and the square-jawed chiseled face stare down at him. And the sensation in his ass as the huge cock pistoned in and out of it!

It wasn't as rough as a Randy fuck but a lot fiercer than the twins' love making. He loved being Bob's captive, his arms tied, his ass impaled on the master's rod. Although he had climaxed only minutes ago he felt his balls straining again and knew he couldn't last long, even though he couldn't touch his cock.

Bob knew this too as he watched the freckled face thrash from side to side. He smiled inwardly, gently removed Will's glasses and put them on the side table. The result for Will was a slightly blurred image that made his imagination race and the fantasy become even wilder.

"Don't you shoot your load, boy, or I'll whip that struggling body." That prospect was enough to make Will disobey but he managed to hold back as ordered. Bob's fuck became fiercer until he was pile-driving the boy's ass to a frenzied climax.

"OK, boy, this is your punishment. You dared to fuck the master's ass and it's payback time. He's gonna fill your ass with his hot jizz – and you, boy, are gonna cum again all over yourself. Damn that ass is hot ... here it comes, boy. Let me see you shoot ... come on boy ... now!"

Their shouts bounced off the walls, Will's body bucked and he pulled at his restraints as he felt the muscle-god's juice flood his ass, and his own cum shot up high onto Bob's heaving chest.

There was a long silence as they stared at each other, then Bob's face broke into a gleaming smile. "Hmm, maybe I'll keep you tied up like that all night, William. You'd be my fuck slave and I'd plough your ass as often as I like."

"You could do that anyway, sir," Will grinned, "tied up or not."

"Well, if you put it like that, kiddo, might as well untie you." He pulled out of Will's ass, released his wrists and lay beside him. "So William, how did it feel – first the fucker and then the fucked?"

Will thought carefully. "It felt different, sir, like I was two separate people. I felt kinda tough when I was fucking you, but then surrendered completely when you tied me up and dominated me. They both felt great ...but different."

"But that's the whole point, William, that's what makes sex great. No labels, no restrictions, free to do and feel as we want ..."

"With a touch of fantasy thrown in, eh, sir?"

"Never hurts," Bob grinned. "Like they say, a guy's biggest sexual organ is the brain, so let the imagination fly. But right now we gotta sleep. Busy day for you tomorrow `cos Steve and Lloyd are coming to lunch. You ready for that?"

"Sir, the twins and me in the kitchen are ready for anything." Will had not realized how tired he was but moments after Bob wrapped his arms around him he was fast asleep – and dreaming."

As Bob had predicted, the next morning was busy as the twins and Will prepared a special lunch for their visitors Steve and Lloyd. Kevin had told Will, "Steve is pretty much a fish man so we thought grilled salmon."

"Maybe, sir, we could do what we did before – you know, with spinach and scrambled eggs."

"Good idea, Will. You think you can handle the salmon?"

"Yes thank you, sir." Will felt honored to be in charge of the most important component, the salmon – the twins' way of advancing his education by giving him increasing responsibility.

The kitchen was the scene of intense activity as there would be twelve for lunch, including the boys who worked in the house – Jamie and Brandon from the office and Nate and Eddie from house management.

Around noon they looked through the window and saw Steve and Lloyd arrive. Kyle explained to Will, "As the company architect Lloyd is having a meeting with Randy and Zack on the new project they are starting. Lloyd has drawn up provisional blueprints for the guys' approval. Then they'll all stay to lunch. So we've got our hands full here, heaven knows."

While those three guys were in Bob's home office huddled over the blueprints Steve and Bob sat out by the pool sipping pre-lunch wine. Their conversation turned inevitably to the issue of Will's dad Seth. "Yeah," Bob said, "I guess you're up next Steve `cos Randy suggested to Seth that he call you for a therapy session."

"Oh he's already done that, Bob. Called me early yesterday evening – must have been right after he got home from his meeting with Randy." Steve chuckled. "Must have been some meeting' cos Seth said Randy had told him to call me as soon as possible. Sounded to me like Seth is already obeying Randy, following his orders. Can't imagine what Randy did to him."

"Sure you can," Bob laughed. "He's done it to practically everyone else one way or another. That's why he's the undisputed boss. He told me a big aggressive muscle-stud like Seth has to be broken down so he can start to rebuild his life from the ground up."

Steve shrugged. "In a way he's using one of the tools of psychology. Except we don't batter a man with our fists to break him. We're a bit more subtle than that – we call it a breakthrough."

"Yeah, but you know Randy. He likes to see a hot alpha male crawl to him. He once said to me `the bigger they are the better they crawl'. So when are you seeing Seth?"

"Tomorrow morning at ten. He's coming up to the house to see me in my office there. A guy with the issues Seth has, it's better I see him in a more informal setting than my Beverly Hills office. `Course, I won't go by what I hear on the grapevine. As a therapist I go just by what I hear and observe from the patient himself, a bit like a jury is instructed to make decisions based only on the evidence they hear in court. Also, seeing Seth at my home gives me greater latitude in the treatment I decide upon."

"Which may not be strictly from the American Psychotherapy handbook if I remember correctly, eh, Steve?" Bob grinned.

"Well, a few deviations of my own maybe," Steve said with a twinkle in his eye. "But, Bob, there is one thing I would like to do first. In my view the most important person in this whole saga is Will. It seems he went through a lot of painful times with his dad and may harbor very strong feelings. So I would like to get a feel for what he's thinking before my session with Seth – quite informally, of course, no more than a casual conversation."

"No problem there, Steve. After lunch would be good before you head back home. God forbid I should give advice to a shrink of your caliber, but I think Will might surprise you. He's got his head screwed on right, a lot of youthful common sense there. I would suggest you speak to him bluntly and candidly. Don't pull any punches. Oh, here he comes now – full of self-confidence."

Will emerged pushing a trolley loaded with plates and silverware. As with most meals it was usual for lunch to be served at the big pool-side table, and now young Eddie rushed out of the house to help Will set the table.

Will was wearing his usual dark-green apron with his name monogrammed on it, and he had put on his white chef's hat, which he always wore to serve meals. On his way back to the kitchen he paused beside Steve and Bob. "Gentlemen, lunch will be served in ten minutes. I hope you enjoy it." He grinned mischievously. "In the kitchen me and the twins and are top men – whatever we are out of it."

As he left Bob stifled a laugh and Steve asked, "What was that all about?"

"Ah, private joke, Steve. I spent the night with him and we kinda switched roles."

"Jesus, this house never quits, does it?"

Lunch was a festive affair. With the planning business out of the way Randy was in a celebratory mood. The contract they had landed for the new project was a big one and would be very lucrative for the company. And Randy, at the top of his game, would rule over every aspect of it – as the boss and as one of the crew, flexing his muscles with the best of them.

As Will poured the wine Randy pulled him close. "Hey, Red, just between you and me, what are the chances you could bring me a double Scotch? I know it's not the done thing, but it wouldn't spoil my appetite for the salmon would it?"

Will blinked behind his glasses with only a glimmer of a smile. "Well, sir, it is Scotch salmon so I think they'd go together fine – just between you and me. Double Scotch coming right up, sir."

"That's my boy," Randy grinned and slapped his ass as he turned to leave.

"Er, brother," Steve said in mock reprimand, "that could be construed as harassment you know."

Randy grinned, "Doc, I harass that kid every morning when I butt-fuck him after our gym workout. And here's the newsflash ... he loves it, always comes back for more."

Bob chuckled. "You can't win, Steve. Might as well give up trying."

That unleashed a whole range of raunchy banter between Steve, Randy, Zack and Lloyd that continued with colorful obscenities as the wine (and the Scotch) flowed. Will, sitting between the twins as always, listened wide-eyed until the twins nudged him and Kevin said, "Coffee now I think, kiddo, if these guys are gonna be in any shape for work.

Coffee was served and cleared their heads and eventually brought the meal to an end. As Will got up with Eddie and the twins Steve said to the twins, "Er, guys, I know Will is busy but do you think you could spare him for a few minutes?

"Of course, sir. OK, Will?"

A few minutes later Will was sitting at a side table a short distance away blinking nervously, wondering if he had done something wrong. But Steve smiled broadly and Will felt his cock stiffen in his shorts. Steve was so much like his brother Randy, who always turned him on.

"First, I want to congratulate you on that lunch, Will. Who was it grilled the salmon?"

"I did, sir. Crisp on the outside but fleshy on the inside."

"You really are a great chef, Will. The twins are lucky to have you. You seem to have settled in here nicely."

"Oh I have, sir ... it's me who's lucky to have the twins. I love them, sir, and Bob and Randy. Randy's awesome, don't you think, sir? Well, you're his brother so ... but brothers sometimes fight, don't they, sir? Huh, you don't wanna pick a fight with Randy `cos he always wins, like he did when he rescued me from my dad. Did you hear about that?"

Steve chuckled, "With this grapevine you guys have got going here I've heard everything."

"And Randy told us that he told Seth he needed a shrink session with you, didn't he?"

"He did, Will, and Seth has already called me ... and that's what I wanted to have a quick word with you about. My appointment with Seth is for tomorrow morning, and I should make clear from the start that whatever we talk about is strictly private, just between him and me."

"Oh I know that, sir. The twins said it's called ..." he frowned ... "er, doctor-patient conferencial ... something ..."

"Almost right, Will – confidentiality."

"Yeah, that's the one. So you can't talk about it but I hope you can help my dad, sir. See, like I told Bob, I had to leave him cos he used to hurt me bad. But I think it was only cos he was real confused. I mean, dad was real butch and used to go out drinking with his buddies and talk about fucking girls. But it turns out what he really wanted to fuck was guys. Well, that's enough to throw anyone for a loop, sir, don't you think? So he soon put a lid on that real tight.

"When I told my friend Eddie he said that Seth was like Cleopatra, Queen of De Nile. I wasn't sure what he meant, though. He was probably kidding ... Eddie's always kidding."

Steve stifled a grin. "Denial, Will. He meant denial."

"Yeah, that's the one I guess. I don't think the priest helped either. Told Seth he was going to hell. I ask you, sir, what help is that? I'm sure you won't tell him stuff like that.

"Anyway, he probably thought I could be butch enough for both of us by fucking girls but then he found out I liked guys too. So you see why he got so angry, sir, though Randy said it was no excuse for knocking me about.

"But I never understood why my dad tried to fuck me, sir. He never even got to second base on that one, I wouldn't let him. I asked him what Jesus would do and that confused him even more so he backed off. But if he was so against guy sex why did he try it on me? I never got that."

"It's complicated, Will, and it's probably something he and I will talk about."

"So what did you want to ask me, sir?"

Steve chuckled. "Will, I think you just answered all the questions I had. And depending how my sessions go with Seth, I might suggest a meeting with the three of us later. How would you feel about that?"

Will frowned. "OK, I guess. But could Randy be there, sir – just to watch?"

Steve shrugged. "It's rather irregular, but if Seth agrees I guess it's OK."

"Oh he'll agree, sir. He'll do whatever Randy wants. I think he's in love with Randy. Well, Bob says everyone's in love with Randy and he's fucked everyone in the tribe. Except you, I guess, you being his brother and all."

"Oh, we've had our moments, Will. Some consensual, some not do much."

Will looked wide-eyed. "Really, sir? Wish I'd seen that. Sir, can I go now? The twins need me. I hope you can help my dad, sir. See, deep down I still love him."

"I'll do my very best, Will. Off you go. I enjoyed our chat. I can see now why they all love you."

Will scampered away and Steve went back to join Bob. "Damn, you were right, Bob. That kid is amazing. Can't wait to meet his dad."

That happened the very next morning. Seth had chosen to wear jeans, boots and a black T-shirt for the meeting and as he drove up the winding road toward Mulholland Drive, he seethed with contradictory emotions. Several times he stopped, intending to turn back. One time he even did a U-turn, then a few yards down the road did another U and continued on up the hill.

What confused him most was Randy – or more exactly his feelings for the man. When he thought back on their meeting in the warehouse where he had totally debased himself to the muscular gypsy he was consumed with shame – but his dick got rock hard in his jeans.

Seth looked at himself in the rearview mirror to make sure he was still the same swarthy, rugged alpha male he always prided himself on being. But he couldn't stop thinking about Randy.

Driving along Mulholland that ran along the spine of the Santa Monica Mountains with views of the city on one side and the San Fernando Valley on the other, he wasn't sure how far along Steve's house was. When he finally pulled up at the gates and checked the number he thought, `Jeez, the guy must've made a packet at the shrink racket. Randy said he was a high priced Beverly Hills doc but this is some fucking pad'.

He rang the bell, a voice said, "Good morning Seth," and the gates swung silently open. He drove down the long drive and there was someone waiting for him at the front door of the large house. He got out of his van and did a double take at the young guy standing there – a tall blond in tight black pants and a dark gray T-shirt stretched over his obviously muscular torso.

The blond held out his hand with a dazzling smile. "Hello, Seth. My name is Tommy. I'll take you through to the doctor's office. Follow me." He turned and Seth did another double take as he stared the mounds of his perfect ass bulging under the black pants. "Damn," he said under his breath and followed Tommy through the elegant house to the office. Tommy tapped on the door, opened it and said, "Seth is here, doctor."

Standing just inside the room Seth gulped as he saw the man stand up from his desk. He was stunning – and looked just like his brother Randy. Well, not just like. This guy was dressed in beige slacks, brown loafers and a crisp, white, short-sleeved shirt with a tie loose at the neck. But even dressed like this it was obvious that his body was just like his brother's – ripped, muscular, his biceps bulging under the short sleeves, his pecs clearly etched under the shirt.

Seth's cock pulsed in his jeans and he thought he would lose his load. He panicked. "Sorry doc, this was a mistake. I can't do this." He turned and bumped straight into Tommy, chest to chest and felt his cock press briefly against him. "Fuck," he moaned. "Fuck, fuck, I can't."

Calmly Steve nodded at Tommy. "Thanks Tommy." Tommy left closing the door behind him."

"I'm sorry you feel so uncomfortable, Seth. Why is that?"

"Fuck, man, I just came to talk and first thing I get is a boner just looking at your doorman."

"House manager," Steve said gently.

"Whatever. Then I come in here and almost cream my jeans just looking at you. I mean you're a fucking beautiful man, I wasn't ready for that, and what's worse you look just like Randy."

Steve chuckled. "Worse? I would say looking like Randy is a good thing. Seth, what you're describing is a perfectly natural reaction to meeting good-looking men. It fact it's what we're here to talk about. Please, Seth, relax and get comfortable. Take a seat on the couch there." Still Seth hesitated and Steve smiled, "It's what Randy would want."

That clinched it. Grudgingly Seth lowered himself onto the couch, sitting on the edge as if he would jump up and run any minute.

"Have some water," Steve said, handing him a bottle. Steve sat in a chair opposite him and, in his most soothing voice, said, "Now Seth, this is your session for you to say whatever you want or as little as you want. You are free to leave if you choose to, but personally I hope you'll stay."

His voice was as seductive as Randy's could be and Seth said sullenly, "Fuck you, man." Steve smiled inwardly. That was exactly what Randy always said when giving in.

Steve's blue eyes, so like Randys, smiled at Seth. "OK, now I know very little about you, Seth, so why don't you fill me in – at your own speed, starting where you want."

Haltingly at first, but gaining in confidence, Seth sketched in the elements of his life. He lived in a rented house in a not-too-great neighborhood, worked mostly as a day laborer with occasional longer construction jobs. An only child, single mother who drank a lot, high school education, he thought of going to college but no money so he worked at odd jobs to support his mom.

When she died he lived alone until some years later he met a girl, they got married and had a kid ..." Suddenly he broke off and blurted out, "But you didn't wanna hear the story of my pathetic life, doc, you wanna talk about sex, right? You're all the fucking same."

"Seth this is what you want to talk about. And if you want to talk about sex, let's start with a few questions. Did your wife leave you `cos sex wasn't that great? Was the sex not that great because you were thinking about guys? Were you ashamed that you were thinking about guys?"

"OK, OK, stop." Seth seemed to crumble. "Yeah, everything you say is true, doc. But I buried my feelings. Went to a priest and he said my thoughts were a sin."

"And Will?"

Seth's eyes got moist. "Jesus Christ I loved that boy. But when I found a muscle magazine under his bed I went apeshit. Tried to do the worst thing I could to him, which was shove my dick in his ass. But he's a plucky kid and fought me off. Eventually he left me and I don't blame him. I missed him so much I went looking for him to make it right between us, but Randy stopped me."

"OK, so fast forward to Randy."

"Doc, I'm fucking crazy about him. When we fought something happened to me. When he banged my ass I hated him, but I wanted more. Dammit I kept jerking off thinking about him and I came looking for him and fucking crawled through the dirt to him begging for it. I've never met anyone like him doc. I think ... I think I love him or lust for him, or some damn thing. I'm fucking lost, man."

Steve sensed a breakthrough. "I understand, Seth. I know it all hurts right now but what you're feeling is basically good. But here's the big question. Is it just Randy, or could you have sexual feelings for other men?"

"Fucked if I know, doc. I don't want ... I mean I'm scared of ... I mean I'm not that kinda guy ..."

Steve smiled. "You got an erection when you met Tommy ... and then when you met me. That must count for something."

"Yeah but that's the thing – I don't want it to control me. I'm more than my fucking dick, man."

"As I see it, Seth, you're confused because you haven't had contact with other men. Only Randy. What if you spent time with other guys, hot guys who turned you on?"

"You mean like cruising bars? Nah, I don't wanna go that route."

"I was thinking of a more wholesome place – more on the lines of a gym – lot of hot men there. Do you go to a gym?"

"Can't really afford it. And I'm afraid guys will hit on me there. I lift weights at home."

"Hmm." Steve stroked his chin, weighing his options. "Actually there's a gym in the basement here. My friend Lloyd – my lover, better get used to that word, Seth – Lloyd's probably down there now working out with Tommy. They usually do before lunch. You wanna see it?"

"I don't wanna have sex, doc, if that's what you mean. I don't want some guy banging my ass. If you're trying to trap me into stuff like that I'd just as soon call it a day."

"Hey, hey. Like I said, Seth, this is your session. You say and do what you like ... and don't do anything you don't like. I thought it might resolve a few issues if you just watch other guys ... like dip you toe in the water. It's up to you – no pressure – but I think Randy would approve."

"Fuck you, doc." Another sign of giving in.

"OK, Seth. Follow me."

Hesitantly Seth followed Steve out of the room. He didn't know what he was getting into but he kinda liked the doc's easy-going manner. And after all, Randy had told him to contact Steve so he should probably do what the doc suggested. Like the doc said, Randy would approve and that was the clincher for Seth.

But when they reached the bottom of the stairs to the basement gym and went in Seth's first instinct was to run away – not because what he saw turned him off, but rather the opposite.

The young guy who had met him at the door, Tommy, was there but he was now wearing nothing but blue spandex shorts, the kind a gymnast would wear. In fact he had to be a gymnast with that impossibly ripped body, sculpted to perfection, set off with his blond hair and handsome face with a hint of arrogance. The guy knew how spectacular he looked.

His workout partner was a knockout too, shirtless in just gym shorts. Tall, dark, with an open smile and a body that looked as if it spent hours in the gym. That must be Steve's friend – his `lover' – Lloyd. They were working on cable flyes. Tommy was reaching up to the handles and leaning slightly forward to work his pecs, his incredible ass pushed back and flexing under the tight spandex.

Lloyd looked up and flashed a warm smile. "Hey, guys. You come to see how the experts do it? Well watch it and weep, men," as he stroked the mounds of Tommy's flawless butt.

"Cut it out, dude," Steve laughed. "I want you to meet Seth, a friend of Randy's. Tommy, you and Seth already met. A word of caution, though. We are technically in the middle of a therapy session so anything we say here stays in here.

Both Lloyd and Tommy were, of course, well aware of who Seth was. They had avidly followed the gossip on the grapevine so they knew all about Seth's history with Will, his fight and fuck-fest with Randy, and his impending shrink session with Steve. They had even speculated about whether they would become involved in Seth's therapy, as the doc had used them before in his unorthodox methods.

"We just came to observe, guys," Steve said. "All part of the treatment, so ignore us and get on with your routine."

He well knew that ignoring men in a gym was well-nigh impossible for Lloyd and for Tommy too. When it came to flexing their muscles they were both exhibitionists with a strong streak of narcissism, and now they had a new guy to show off to. So they resumed their workout with an extra flair, and more flexing and groaning than was strictly necessary.

Steve waved Seth into a chair by the wall and Steve sat at right angles to him so he could unobtrusively watch his reactions. Seth sat on the edge of his seat at first, as he had on Steve's couch, but as he became more engrossed in the erotic workout he settled back in the chair trying not to touch the bulge in his jeans.

Lloyd and Tommy pulled out all the stops – stretching, pressing, pumping iron, one spotting the other as his muscles rippled under the strain. Groaning and grunting, the two gym jocks worked as partners, with more than a hint of sexuality between them. And Seth was mesmerized.

Steve watched him carefully and there was no doubt what Seth was feeling, none at all. At one point Steve whispered, "We can leave whenever you want, Seth," but Seth murmured a dismissive "No, doc."

Watching in awe Seth's breathing became heavy and his heart beat wildly as he rose to his feet in a trance. Lloyd flashed a glance at Steve who gave a flicker of a smile. "Hey, Seth," Lloyd said. "You're welcome to join us if you like. Just get comfortable.

Without thinking about what he was doing, Seth robotically pulled off his T-shirt, his boots and jeans and walked forward in just his pale grey boxer briefs, showing a small stain of pre-cum. "Damn, that's some build you got on you buddy," Lloyd grinned. "You work out a lot?"

"Just weights at home," Seth mumbled.

"We were just coming up to kneeling cable flyes," said Tommy. "Wanna give it a try, Seth?"

Still in a daze Seth knelt on the floor between the upright posts of the cables, reached up and grabbed the handles. He leaned forward and pulled the cables down diagonally across his chest making his pecs flex.

"Great," Lloyd said, "but you should be a bit further back, dude." Lloyd dropped to his knees behind Seth grabbed his hips and pulled him back a little, the bulge in Lloyd's gym shorts pressing against his ass. Seth inhaled sharply but tried to ignore his own hard-on.

"That's better," Tommy said, but your grip is not centered on the handles. Here ..." He walked forward, reached up and adjusted Seth's grip. Seth's face was now inches from the obvious shape of the gymnast's cock under the tight spandex. And behind him he felt Lloyd's bulge pressing against his ass.

And that's when Seth lost control. He felt his cock swelling in his briefs toward a climax and he suddenly jumped to his feet. "Who am I fucking kidding? I'm telling myself I'm just watching two jocks working out then, hey, maybe I'll join in. But what I really want all the fucking time is sex. You guys are fucking gorgeous." He looked over at Steve. "Help me out, here, doc."

Steve smiled, "You don't need my help, Seth. I'd say you've got everything you need right there. Just get back where you were, and the guys'll take care of you, right Lloyd, Tommy?"

Lloyd gently pressed down on Seth's shoulders, making him sink slowly back on his knees then fall forward on all fours. Lloyd knelt behind him as before, only this time he pulled Seth's briefs down to expose his ass. Lloyd reached for a nearby jar of lube, greased up his cock and pressed it between Seth's ass cheeks. "You sure you want this, buddy?"

"Dammit, man, fuck my ass. I wanna feel your dick in my ass."

"Okey-dokey," Lloyd grinned. He pushed his cock over the sphincter, then slowly all the way down his chute. Seth moaned in ecstasy. Randy's fuck had been forceful, savage at times, but this was different. This guy was massaging his ass, setting it on fire, and the warmth spread in waves over his entire body. "Man, that feels fucking great," he groaned. "Damn your cock feels good inside me."

"And look," Tommy said, waving an arm to the mirrors that lined the walls. "Look at the guy who's fucking you. Hot eh?"

"Fucking beautiful, man," Seth said to the reflection of the muscular jock kneeling behind him, his body flexing as his hips moved back and forth, driving his cock in and out of his ass.

"Your ass feels great, Seth. Man you're a good fuck. Look at that muscle-stud in the mirror, naked on his hands and knees getting his ass ploughed. He's never looked that good, has he?"

"Damn straight, dude," Seth said, getting off on his own reflection for the first time in his life. His gaze shifted a bit to the right where Tommy was standing with his back to him, admiring himself flexing in the mirror. Seth's gaze was riveted on the bulge of his ass under the spandex. Aware of the effect he was having Tommy moved back until his ass was inches from Seth's face.

Seth flicked out his tongue, licked the bulging spandex, then pressed his face against the solid round ass. "Go ahead, dude," Tommy said. "Turns me on when guys make love to my ass."

In a frenzy Seth reached up with one hand, yanked the shorts down and stared at the perfect white globes. He licked them all over, then buried his face between them, inhaling the damp musky smell and pushing his tongue past the downy blond hair and into the hole.

While Lloyd continued to hammer Seth's ass Tommy suddenly pulled his butt away from Seth's face, pulled up his shorts and again admired his own reflection. He posed, flexed, and ran his hands over his biceps, chest and abs in an erotic display of body worship while Seth stared at the erotic display in awe.

Tommy slid his hands inside his shorts and slowly pushed them down. Seth salivated as he watched the gymnast's bare ass appear and his cock sprang out, stiff as a pole. His shorts dropped to the floor and, getting off on his mirror reflection, Tommy watched himself start to masturbate, stroking his cock with his right hand and pinching his nipple with his left.

But Seth pleaded, "No ... no man, please. Give it to me ... let me taste it dude ..."

Tommy turned round slowly, smiled and walked close to Seth, his cock oozing pre-cum just in front of him. Still on all fours Seth flicked out his tongue, caught the pre-cum and stretched it out in a gossamer thread. "You're a very sexy man, Seth," Tommy smiled. "A rugged face like yours just begs to get fucked." Tommy pushed his cock in Seth's mouth, paused when he gagged a little, then eased in all the way down his throat.

Steve watched with a satisfied smile as his patient got spit roasted for the first time – the handsome dark-haired gym-jock pounding his ass, the ripped blond gymnast fucking his face.

Naked on hands and knees macho, muscular Seth took both cocks, back and front. He was in a whole new world of sensual pleasures. All his former confusion, doubt, anger, and inhibitions vanished as he embraced his lust for these men. He lost all track of time as the double fuck continued and he surrendered himself to the jock's shaft driving in his ass and the exquisite taste of the gymnast's cock filling his mouth.

It was Tommy who initiated the climax. He pulled his cock out of Seth's mouth and said, "Look at that rod, Seth, pulsing `cos it's about to shoot its load. Now look up at me, man. Do you wanna drink my cum?"

Seth gazed up at the golden boy, the flawless body and beautiful face and moaned. "More than anything, dude. Let me swallow your juice."

Tommy grabbed Seth's hair, drove his cock hard in Seth's mouth and after a few strokes yelled, "Here it comes, Seth. I'm gonna cum ... drink it, stud ... drink that jizz ... yeaah!" Seth felt the cock erupt in his mouth and he gulped down the bitter-sweet sperm that poured down his throat. But he couldn't take it all and when he choked Tommy pulled out and sprayed the rest of his semen on Seth's gasping face.

Seth had no time to recover as Lloyd sprang into action. He wrapped his arms round Seth's chest and, his cock still deep in his ass, pulled them both up off their knees and on their feet. "Reach up and grab the handles, dude." Seth obeyed and gazed at his naked body in the mirror - arms stretched up in a V, semen running down his face and dripping on his chest, his writhing body impaled on Lloyd's shaft ramrodding his ass.

"What d'ya think, Tommy?" Lloyd yelled. "Next time we'll tie the big stud up like this, arms and legs, spread-eagled and helpless. And we'll get the whole gang in to work him over, fuck his face, his ass, jizz slamming in his face and down his body. The guys'll line up taking their turn, gang fucking the naked musclehunk while he begs for more."

"Yeah," Seth shouted, the whole scene vivid in his mind. "Let me have it, guys – give it all to me, tied up, worked over, gang fucked. I want it so bad ..."

Lloyd grinned, "He's done, Tommy. Let's finish him off." Tommy knelt before Seth and took his cock all the way down his throat. In a homoerotic daze Seth watched himself get butt-fucked and sucked off by the two muscular jocks. He gripped the handles tight, as if he were really tied up, and heard Lloyd yell, "I'm gonna blast my jizz in your ass stud while you fuck my buddy's face. Fuck, your ass is hot. I'm gonna cum ... take it man ... aaagh!

Seth howled as he ass filled with cum and his cock poured jizz deep in the gymnast's mouth. He was flying and the explosive orgasm seemed to last forever. It went on even after Tommy pulled his face back and let the rest of Seth's sperm splash over it.

Drained at last Seth looked down at the beautiful face smothered in cum and felt Lloyd's cock slide out of his ass. A wave of exhaustion swept over him, he let go of the handles and sank limply to the floor, overwhelmed by homoerotic images of the new world folding round him.

He must have passed out for a few minutes before he dimly recognized Steve's voice. "Here, let me help you up." He felt his arms lift him up and help him over to slump back in the chair by the wall. Lloyd and Tommy had gone when he opened his eyes and looked round the room in a daze. "What just happened here, doc?"

Steve smiled. "A whole lot of things, Seth, but now is not the time to analyze them. Usually therapy sessions are at least a week apart, but I want to see you again in three days. We have a lot to sort out. And at some point in the future I'd like to have a joint session with you and Will."

"You mean it's over for today, doc?"

"Well the formal session, yes. But you're still dazed and need to relax, so I wonder if you would like to stay to lunch?"

"Lunch? ... You mean, with you and those guys?"

"Sure. I'd like you to get to know them – outside of the gym, I mean, and all that stuff. You could hang out, go for a swim, get some sun. Oh and Randy called me and said he's coming up here later. He really would really like you to be here as he has something to talk to you about."

"Well ... well sure, Steve. I mean, if you think ... yeah, actually I do need to kinda re-group. That was one hell of a therapy session, doc. Are they all like that?"

"It varies," Steve smiled. "Some mild, some wild. I think you just took a walk on the wild side."

"No kidding, doc!"

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 437

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