A Trial of Strength

TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 442 By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 442 – "WILL'S STUNNING RECONCILIATION WITH HIS DAD"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

Bob and Randy make their peace with the man they both love, the cop Mark. At a family dinner with their boys Randy presides over a cocksucking slurp-fest and grins, "Now that's what I call family." Then Randy takes Will to meet with his estranged dad Seth. After the macho hunk submits to a brutal punishment fuck from Randy, Will's long-buried love for his dad surfaces in a stunning act of father/son reconciliation.

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When Bob found himself intensely attracted to the macho new construction worker Seth it scared him. Wild and primitive Seth looked a lot like Bob's lover Randy, and Bob knew that his lustful feelings threatened to drive a wedge between himself and Randy.

Shaken and confused Bob received advice from the most unlikely source – the young freckle-faced Will, the twins' new boy and assistant chef. He was young and innocent but smart and Bob smiled as Will's brow furrowed in thought. "Let's see – what would I do if I was in your place, sir? Well, whenever I have a problem I go straight to the twins, but I see that you can't go blurting this out to Randy, cos he'd prob'ly slug you. He's like that, you know."

Will's face lit up. "But there is someone else I would go to right away – Doctor Steve. See, this is a real can of worms, sir, real complicated, and Doc Steve's good at that stuff. He helped sort me out a couple of times. So that's my advice sir. Hightail it to the doc as soon as you can."

In his earnest common-sense way Will had hit on the best way forward. Steve had been giving therapy to the tribe for a long time and his methods were notoriously unorthodox. But they worked. This time was no exception.

Steve said Bob and Seth's first sexual encounter should take place in the controlled setting of Steve's home in the Hollywood Hills. The really radical part of his plan was that Randy should not be kept in the dark about this as it would only inflame his anger when he found out. On the contrary, he should be present at the event as an observer.

Randy resisted at first but eventually watched uneasily as Bob fucked Seth. But his passions mounted until he could no longer control himself. Always the boss, the savage gypsy sprang into action and took charge. The result was ferocious sex among three alpha males, climaxing in a homoerotic spit-roast where Seth was butt-fucked by Bob and face-fucked by Randy.

After the raucous triple orgasm the men relaxed by Steve's pool over drinks. Seth was still dazed, not quite sure what had happened, only that he felt real good in the company of the two extraordinary lovers, Randy and Bob.

Steve gave a short de-briefing after his `therapy'. "A lot to take in guys, I know, and I think you did great, though there's still a ways to go."

"You know, brother," Randy grinned, "for a fancy overpriced Beverly Hills doc you're not half bad at this racket. You make a pretty good shrink."

"Thank you Randy. I could make a pretty good brother too if you'd give me half a chance."

"OK, OK, we'll fuck again soon, you and me, that's a promise."

"Talking of fucking, Randy, when you took charge you left everyone feeling pretty good – drained dry too. You might make a decent shrink yourself in your weird caveman way"

"Weird? Who are you to call anyone weird, bro? Yeah, we definitely have to fuck."

Amid the laughter Steve said, "Seth, this is your first night sleeping in the guesthouse here so I would love you to join Lloyd, Tommy and me for dinner. When Hassan lived in that house he used to eat a lot of meals with us, and I hope you'll develop the habit too."

Seth thanked him, then Steve turned to Bob and Randy. "As for you two, I think it would be a good idea for you to invite Mark and his boy Jamie to your house this evening for dinner. I know you have a tight three-way relationship with that hot cop so it's only right you should fill him in on what happened here. Maybe one day soon introduce Seth to Mark and Jamie? Who knows?

'Course, you'll have to find someone to cook dinner for you."

"No problem there," Bob smiled. "I know just the boy. Will can cook for us while the twins do dinner for the main house, then come up and join us."

"And talking of Will," Steve said. "Seth, it's time for you to sort out your relationship with your son. He gets around a lot with his catering gigs, so now you're living here we should avoid any uncomfortable accidental meetings with him before things are settled."

"Yeah," Randy said, "well I'll be in charge of that. I promised to protect the kid and I'll take good care of him when the meeting finally happens."

Bob said, "That's good to hear, Randy, and I'm sure Seth's on board with it, although the more I get to know young William the more I feel that the boy can pretty much take care of himself."

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They chatted a while longer by the pool, then Steve suggested he accompany Seth down the path to the guesthouse to see how the move-in was going and make sure he had everything he needed there. As he got up to leave Seth looked at Randy and Bob. "I just wanna say, guys ... that was fucking awesome. See you again soon."

As he left they both noticed that Seth still had Bob's shirt tucked in his back pocket. He had shoved it there when he had pulled it off Bob as they started to fuck. Randy grinned. "He'll probably sleep with it and jerk off thinking about you fucking him, buddy."

"He's welcome to the shirt," Bob said, then looked at Randy uneasily. "Er, I know we kinda sprung that me-and-Seth thing on you out of the blue, but ... are we OK, buddy?"

"Well ..." He broke into a smile. "At least he didn't fuck you – not yet anyway till I say he can. I just don't know why you didn't come to me right away instead of all this therapy shit with Steve."

"Randy, I know from experience how unpredictable you can be. Like Steve said, if we told you how we felt you could have gone apeshit – tied me to the bed and beaten the shit out of Seth."

Randy shrugged. "Yeah, that's a good possibility ... might still do it ..." He grinned and hugged Bob. "Just kidding, man. I'm kinda glad you handled it the way you did. My shrink brother has a feel for this kind of thing. And yeah, we're still OK, dude. Never better."

"I also think Steve's suggestion about Mark was a good one," Bob added. "We three are so close and I wouldn't like him to find out about all this from the grapevine. Let me call him and then see if Will is free to cook for us."

Mark jumped at the chance of dinner with them. He already thought of his Jamie as more than just a senior boy and liked the idea of him joining three of the most senior men for dinner – Jamie's rightful place, Mark thought.

Next Bob called down to the kitchen and spoke to Kevin, explaining the arrangement and asking if Will would be free to cook for the four of them. The twins had installed a large white-board on the kitchen wall where Will's schedule of catering gigs was listed. They wanted to make sure he was not overworking himself.

"He has no outside jobs tonight, sir. He was due to help us cook dinner but if Mark and Jamie will be joining you and Randy in your house there'll be less work for us, so it'll work out well. I'll ask him and I'm sure he'll be happy to cook for you all. He'd do it for free, I'm sure sir, but I think it's only fair if Will charges his usual fee."

"Of course – we wouldn't dream of asking him to do it for nothing. You guys have that side of it set up well so I'll expect to get an invoice from Brandon as usual. And of course, once you've cleared away dinner down there we want you to come and join us for drinks and ... whatever."

Bob shut off the phone. "Good, that's settled. You know, Randy, I love the way the tribe pulls together – you know, Steve and his therapy', the twins and Will, and then Mark and Jamie. And even Seth now. Course there's still a way to go, especially with Seth and Will. Other than that things have worked out well."

"Well almost ..." Randy grunted.

"What's that supposed to mean, dude?"

"Don't be an asshole, buddy, you do the math. "You get the hots for Seth and fuck him and I'm `invited' to watch. This is me, man ... you know I won't let you get away with shit like that."

"I suppose that means you're gonna fuck me now."

"No shit, Sherlock! As soon I get you home I want you on the bed naked, is that clear?"

"Loud and clear, boss," Bob grinned.

Late in the afternoon Will left the kitchen, went across to Bob and Randy's house and let himself in. There was no sign of either man so he climbed the stairs and knocked softly on the bedroom door. A muffled voice said, "Come in."

Will went in and winced. "Oh, sorry, sirs. I'll come back." He averted his eyes from the scene of the two men lying naked on their backs next to each other, their breath heaving. Randy's cock was still dripping with cum and Bob's chest and abs were splashed with his own juice.

They had obviously just climaxed together but Bob said cheerfully, "Don't go, William, come in. Nothing you haven't seen before. Would you toss me that towel on the chair over there?"

Will grabbed the towel and handed it to Bob who wiped the sweat from Randy's face, then dabbed his cock dry and wiped the pools of jizz from his own chest. Still feeling out of place Will took refuge in work. He stood by the bed with his notepad and pen, an incongruous sight dressed in apron and chef's hat looking down at the naked muscular bosses recovering from a long, passionate fuck.

Will addressed Bob. "Er, as I will be cooking dinner this evening for you and Mark and Jamie, sir, I came to get your approval on the menu. We have some very nice fresh trout that I would braise with orange sauce and sautéed spinach. I would serve it with brown rice. I know you and Mark like fish, sir."

He turned to Randy. "But for you, sir, I thought you might prefer a medium-rare sirloin steak with new potatoes and spinach. And for dessert a choice of sorbet or gooseberry cobbler. I found the gooseberries in the market and they look plump and juicy."

Bob smiled. "William, you just read our minds ... and our stomachs."

"You sure you can handle all that on your own, kid?" Randy asked, ever protective of the boy.

"Oh, Jamie said he would give me a hand, sir ..." Will grinned mischievously ... "though he knows I will be the one in charge."

"Damn straight you will," Randy grinned. "You have any trouble with the help you just let me know. I'll sort them out."

"Oh, sir, maybe you shouldn't, like, `sort out' Jamie when Mark is here. The police officer is very protective of him."

Bob grinned at Randy who said, "I stand corrected, young Will. Thanks for reminding me. I'll keep the peace ... promise."

Randy sat up and pulled off Will's hat. He ruffled his unruly red hair and plopped the hat back on his head. Will giggled and blushed. "OK, sir, I'll get started in your kitchen. I'll ask Jamie to bring up drinks about seven and we'll serve dinner at seven-thirty." He made final notes on his pad and left the room."

"Damn I love that kid," Randy said. "Every time I see him I wanna fuck him."

"Not until after dinner, please," Bob laughed, "or we'll never eat."

The pre-dinner cocktails were tense at first. While Jamie was helping Will in the kitchen Bob and Randy sat with Mark over drinks.

The three macho senior men had an uneven history from the long-ago day when the cop had pulled Bob over for an illegal U-turn while driving in Griffith Park. Instead of giving him a citation the cop ordered Bob into the woods and made him strip naked. Mark had jerked off looking at him, but then, acutely embarrassed, had abruptly driven off on his motorcycle.

Realizing he still had Bob's driver's license Mark had gone to the house where he met Randy who was incensed at what the cop had done to his lover. And that was the start of a strained relationship between Randy and Mark. Randy felt threatened by the handsome muscular cop who was clearly in love with Bob, and the men became known in the tribe as the toxic trio.

It wasn't until much later that the thaw set in when Randy and Mark acknowledged their mutual admiration, physical lust and even love for each other. It took several homoerotic three-ways for the former toxicity to dissolve and they were henceforth re-dubbed the `triumphant trio'.

But their easy-going sexual relationship was now put to the test after Bob and Randy had acted out their mutual lust for the primitive hunk Seth in a wildly homoerotic three-way where they had ended up spit-roasting the construction worker.

It fell to Bob to explain the afternoon's events to Mark who instantly bristled. "You both fucked him? Damn, we all knew about Randy's fuck-fest with the guy – that kinda stuff is par for the course for Randy – but you, Bob? You telling me that you fell for this new guy too, the asshole who tried to rape his own son, that sweet kid Will? What, are you guys a threesome now? You gonna hang out together and fuck? Where the hell does that leave me?"

"Mark," Bob said in a conciliatory tone, "it doesn't affect us three at all. OK, when I first saw Seth I instantly felt a strong sexual attraction to him. Both Seth and I consulted with Doc Steve who said we should not bury our feelings but indulge them by having sex. And Steve wanted Randy to be there to watch so nothing would be hidden. I fucked Seth, then Randy joined in and he and I spit-roasted him.

"And yes it may happen again. You met Seth briefly when you broke up his fight with Randy, but when you get to know him you'll find out the man's a wildly sexual hunk and a decent guy. But Mark, what we have with you is totally different. You and Jamie are like family to us."

Mark could never stay angry with Bob for long, his love for him was too strong, and he was partly mollified by Bob's explanation. Fortunately at that moment Will came into the room pushing a cart bearing table linens, dishes, cutlery and a small vase of flowers. Bob got up to help but Will said, "No, sir, I can manage, this is my job. Please enjoy your drinks – do you have everything you need, sirs?"

They assured him they did and Will pulled out the extension leaves of the oval table by the window. He threw the linen cloth over it and set it with five place settings of silverware, napkins and glasses. The men watched as he carefully placed the flowers in the center."

"Traveling in style tonight, eh kiddo?" Randy chuckled. Will was naturally wearing his trademark green apron and white chef's hat and he looked up and blinked behind his glasses.

"Absolutely, sir. This is an important catering gig for me, sir, serving dinner to the tribe's most senior men and senior boy Jamie. I want the twins to be proud of me."

Randy put on a serious face. "And don't forget, kid, we got a police officer here. If he don't like his food he might arrest you and handcuff you and work you over."

"Really, sir?" Will's eyes opened wide but Mark stood up, went to the table and hugged him. "Pay no attention to him, Will, he's just a big old bear. Haven't seen much of you since that wild weekend in the dunes, so now we can put that right. Here's a down payment." He kissed the boy with a warm open-mouth kiss, then pulled back and smiled at him.

Will adjusted his glasses that had been knocked askew and smiled. "Thank you, sir. Now I got a hard-on, but I gotta get back to the kitchen. Dinner in fifteen minutes, sirs."

Mark watched him leave and grinned. "Guys, there's something special about that kid, brings out a man's protective instincts. So what's gonna happen now with him and his dad Seth?"

Bob said, "Steve thinks Will and Seth should get together soon and start to overcome all the ugliness of the past."

"Under my supervision," Randy said firmly. "I've got a plan for that – real soon."

Having cleared the air on the Seth issue the dinner turned out to be a cheerful family affair. Will came in carrying the basket of his little pug Norman. OK if Norman joins us, sirs?'

"Doesn't he always?" Bob smiled. "You two are joined at the hip." After he served the trout Will joined the three men and Jaime at the table. He sat next to Jamie who smilingly pulled the chef's hat from Will's head and plopped it in his lap. "You're one of us now, Will."

While Randy, Bob and Mark talked work and sports Jamie made sure Will didn't feel out of his depth by reminiscing about their weekend on the beach that Mark had mentioned. Will had always been in awe of the glamorous California surfer and even now the awestruck boy harbored a private lust for Jamie, one of the most senior boys with the added prestige of his position as the cop's boy.

The main dinner course of trout (and steak for Randy) was a big success, topped only by the gooseberry cobbler that Will served fresh from the oven. When the twins joined them, after serving dinner to the other guys in the compound, Randy said, "Guys you just lost yourselves a boy. I am gonna steal Will away from you and keep him prisoner in the kitchen here as my personal chef. He'll cook for me – and see to all my other needs.

Amid the laughter Bob said, "Will just served the perfect meal, guys, you should be mighty proud of him." Will blushed deeply as the twins sat on either side of him and kissed him. His primary focus in life was to make himself worthy of the twins he idolized.

From then on the wine and brandy flowed and the party became predictably more boisterous. They left the table and lounged in the living room where Will kept re-filling their glasses. Mark and Jamie were sitting together on the couch with Mark's arm over Jamie's shoulder, and Randy was pacing the room holding court, well lubricated with brandy.

"I wanna propose a toast ... Mark, Jamie it's great to have you here." The others raised their glasses in a loud "Mark and Jamie!" Bob was watching Randy carefully. Drink could go either way with him – savage or sentimental. Bob was relieved to see that this time it was the latter as he continued his speech.

"Mark I know things were a bit tense to start with and you were pissed off about me and Bob having that fuck-fest therapy session with Seth at Doc Steve's place. But like Bob said, that was so different from what we have with you guys. These guys here – Bob, Kyle, Kevin and Will – are my family and you are part of it too.

"But words are easy and I believe in backing them up with action. So Mark, old buddy, I wanna show you how much we love you and Jamie – and in this house there's a time-honored way to do that. Bob, get your ass over here." Bob stood next to him and smiled down at Mark who was still sitting on the couch next to Jamie. Randy pressed his hand on Bob's shoulder. "On your knees, big guy."

Willingly Bob dropped to his knees at Mark's feet, and grinned up at him. They both knew what came next and were eager for it. Besides, Randy was the ringmaster here cracking the metaphorical whip and calling the shots.

"OK, Kyle, Kevin, which of you goes first on our buddy Jamie here?"

They hesitated and were surprised to hear Will clear his throat and say to Randy, "Er, I could do that, sir, if you like. I got lessons from Eddie."

"No shit," Randy laughed. "From what I hear you graduated with honors from the Eddie College of Cocksucking. OK, kid, you're on – as in on your knees."

Will knelt before Jamie and blushed looking up at him. Jamie flashed a gleaming smile. "Way to go, Will." Nervously Will glanced next to him and took his cue from Bob who reached forward, unzipped Mark's cargo shorts and pulled out his huge, iron-hard cock. Will unlaced the board shorts Jamie always wore, pulled out his dick and almost lost his nerve as he gazed at the blond surfer's perfect cock.

Bob looked up at Mark and their smiles banished all the earlier tension in the certain knowledge of their mutual love. Bob leaned forward, licked Mark's cock then sucked it in until it was filling his mouth and he heard Mark sigh "Yeaahh ..."

Jamie looked down at the hesitant Will. "Go for it, kiddo. It's all yours." Will recalled the opening moves Eddie had taught him. He opened his mouth wide and lowered his mouth over the cock without actually touching it, just breathing hot air over it. "Fuck that feels good," Jamie moaned. "Suck it, Will. Please suck it."

Thrilled that the handsome jock was pleading with him Will closed his mouth and squeezed his throat tight round the rigid cock, then pulled back slowly, Eddie-style, as if drawing the juice from his balls and up the long shaft. Jamie ran his fingers through Will's red hair and groaned, "Fuck, that feels so good, Will. You're great at this."

Next to them Bob was feeding voraciously on the cop's rod and Mark stared down at the square-jawed Superman face pounding up and down like a piston, his cock disappearing into his mouth. Bob reached up and squeezed Mark's nipples through his polo shirt and Mark reacted by pulling off his shirt and guiding Bob's fingers to his bare chest. Bob unbuttoned his own shirt and shrugged it off, never missing a beat as he chowed down on the officer's cock.

And towering above the spectacle was Randy, his hands stretched out like a puppeteer manipulating marionette strings. This was his family and he saw it as his job to make sure they remained a tightly bound group.

Will was so expert at this game that he brought Jamie to the cusp or orgasm again and again before backing off just in time. But the athletic jock wanted more than being a passive partner and suddenly pushed Will back so he sprawled on the floor. He looked up startled as Jamie pulled off his T-shirt, dropped his shorts and knelt naked beside him.

"Gotta do this right kiddo," Jamie grinned. Quickly he took off Will's shirt and shorts and lay down close to him. Jamie held Will tight in his arms and they rolled naked over the floor. When they stopped, panting, Jamie turned the other way round so they were head to toe, staring at each other's cock. "We gonna sixty-nine?" Will panted.

"Duh ..." Jamie laughed and clamped his mouth over Will's cock. Will gasped and did the same and Randy looked down with satisfaction at the young redhead sucking and getting sucked by the cop's handsome stud surfer.

Randy looked across at the twins, quietly watching from a distance. "What's the matter with you two?" he grinned. "You part of this family or what? Your master and your boy are both sucking dick. What makes you any different?"

In reply they stood silently in front of him and, in perfect unison, stripped naked. "Fuck," Randy said, "you guys are such a beautiful double act." They smiled identical smiles and knelt at Randy's feet. Kyle unbuttoned Randy's jeans and pulled them and his shorts down, then Kevin took over and pulled them off over his feet.

Randy pulled off his black T-shirt and groaned as the twins went to work on the huge cock standing out stiff as a pole. One brother clamped his mouth over his balls as the other worked on the head of his cock, almost making him cum before they switched places and began again.

The big gypsy was suddenly no longer in charge, giving in to the erotic skills of Bob's boys. He threw his head back and surrendered to the twins who double teamed him for a while until, as if on some silent signal, pulled off his cock. "That's all you get, sir," Kyle smiled seductively. "Our place is with the boys." They fell on the floor beside Jamie and Will in a sixty-nine position just like them, and proceeded to suck each other's cock.

"Damn," Randy groaned, "you two sure know how to play me ... must've learned that from Bob."

He turned to Bob and Mark who were still in the throes of blowjob bliss. He knelt down beside Bob and said, "Hey, buddy, how about I grab a piece of the action here?" Bob at last pulled off Mark's cock and Randy took his place. Bob stood up, stared down at Mark kicked off his loafers and unbuttoned his slacks. He let them drop, stepped out of them elegantly and grabbed his cock that had sprung out hard and proud.

Mark looked up at the naked muscle god stroking his cock and licked his lips. Bob smiled, sat on the couch next to Mark and kissed him passionately while Randy sucked his dick. When their faces separated Bob knelt on the couch straddling Mark's chest. He leaned forward, braced his hands on the back of the couch and slid his cock deep in Mark's mouth.

The macho police officer uttered a deep, muffled groan, getting face-fucked by Bob and cock-sucked by Randy in a homoerotic three-way as they had so often before. For long minutes the room was filled with the ecstatic slurping of six guys sucking dick until Bob couldn't hold back anymore. "OK, Mark, here it comes. Drink deep officer – and that goes for all you guys. All together, men ... now!"

Bob's cock erupted deep in Mark's throat and Mark gulped Bob's juice as his own cum blasted in Randy's mouth. Muffled groans filled the air as the twins swallowed each other's jizz while Will drank at the fountain of Jamie's orgasm and his own cum emptied in the surfer's mouth.

There were a few moments of silence before laughter erupted and Randy shouted, "Hey, guys, get your asses over here – group photo. Jamie, Will and the twins crowded on the couch and the floor with Bob and Mark, with Randy towering naked over them all.

"As your leader and, more importantly, the only guy here who didn't bust his load, I get the last word. I don't have a camera to take a picture but I got this instead." He slapped his massive cock then stroked it. "OK, guys, my version of a group shot. Smile ... say cheese ... Yeaahh!" His muscles flexed and his cock spurted jets of semen that splashed down on the upturned faces, soaking them all with the boss's jizz.

He grinned proudly down at them. "Now that is what I call family!"

With peace restored in the clan, and after much more laughter and hugs, the party was over. Jamie and Mark went back down to their own apartment. The twins helped Will clean up Bob and Randy's kitchen, then went back to their own place above the kitchen. Will's pug Norman, who had watched the whole show from his basket as so often before, had caught the raucous mood if not the meaning of the family reunion and now trotted happily beside his master.

When he got to the twins' apartment where he lived Will said to them, "I've got an early gym workout with Randy in the morning guys so I better turn in right away. He don't like it if I'm late."

"Oh, I somehow think Randy would forgive you pretty much anything, kiddo," Kevin said. "Work hard so you earn the famous Randy reward. And congratulations on dinner. Quite the triumph."

Will went to his room and curled up with Norman. "Some evening eh, Norman? But I still have that nagging worry my dad. I hope Randy will help me with that soon." His voice trailed off as his eyes felt heavy and he and Norman fell asleep together.

Next morning Will and Norman reported bright and early to the tribe's gym where Randy was already setting up weights. Norman jumped into his basket in the corner of the gym (there was a Norman basket in almost every room) and watched as Randy put Will through his paces. Randy was strict with the boy, but encouraging too, and at the end was full of praise. "Good job, kid, you're coming along real well. The twins won't be able to keep their hands off you."

Will gave his urchin grin. "And, er, do I get my reward, sir?"

Randy tousled Will's hair. "Fuck you, boy, I think that's the only reason you come here. OK, drop those shorts, and after we're done I wanna chat with you."

Getting butt-fucked by the big boss was one of Will's favorite moments of the day and, truth be told, one of Randy's favorite's too as he loved the earnest, plucky young redhead. When it was over Will said, "Thank you, sir. I love it when you fuck me ... kinda makes me feel safe."

"Yeah, well your safety is what I wanted to talk to you about, `cos I'm responsible for your protection. Sit here, kiddo." They sat astride a bench facing each other as Will wiped his own cum off his chest with a towel.

"Is this about my dad, sir?

"Yeah, and it's about time, Will. Bob thinks you should meet Seth soon as he's now living and working with the tribe. Otherwise you're likely to bump into him by chance and that would be uncomfortable for everyone. So I propose that I take you to see him as soon as possible.

"You've told me what happened between him and you – the way he tried to force himself on you sexually until it got so bad you ran away from home. Before we meet him, is there anything else you'd like to say about that?"

Will shifted uneasily on the bench and wiped his face with the towel, muffling a weak, "No sir."

Randy took the towel from Will and said, "Look into my eyes Will. Now, is there anything else you'd like to tell me?" Tears welled up in Will's eyes and he blushed but remained silent.

Randy reached out and grasped his hands. "Will, I promised I would protect you and help you through your first meeting with your dad, but you have to help me too."

"Sir, if I tell you something, will it ...?

"... stay just between us? Absolutely kiddo. I won't even tell Bob."

Will squirmed. "Well, sir. Those times my dad forced himself on me I always struggled and got away, but when I did I realized ... I realized ... I had a hard-on, sir."

"OK, Will," Randy said gently, "I'm glad you told me. Go on."

Now that the door to truth was unlocked the whole story poured out. "Sir, as a kid I always admired my dad. He was this big, tough handsome guy and he was my hero. But things changed when I grew up and discovered sex. I found out I liked men and used to jerk off over magazines of big muscular men like my dad.

"In fact a lot of the time when I was near dad I got a hard-on and I used to sneak a look at him when he didn't notice. I even peeked in the bathroom when he was taking a shower. But every time I got a hard-on looking at him it made me feel I was a freak. Don't you think it's freaky, sir?"

"No, Will, I don't. Everyone's different, and my rule is that it's all OK provided no one gets hurt. That's why I got so mad at Seth for forcing himself on you and hurting you."

"Yeah, well that started when my dad found out about me and the magazines and got real mad. It was about that time too that my mom left us and that affected dad real bad. There was something different about him – he looked at me differently, real weird, and that's when he started getting, you know, physical. Well, I left home and you know the rest, sir.

"But sir, I done a lot of thinking since then and I think I worked it out. The way I see it, my dad was kinda tortured about his sexual feelings for men and buried them real deep. He used to run with a rough crowd of macho buddies and it would have killed him if they found out. And I worked out that my mom left us because sex with dad was not the greatest and, I dunno, maybe she suspected he preferred guys.

"So there was dad, locked in this kinda hell where he had no way of, like, doing what he really wanted with guys. Maybe he got his rocks off by jerking off, I dunno.

"But here's the thing sir. There was me, living with him, and he knew that I liked men. He must've seen me looking at him ... you know ... in that way. And maybe he thought that if I liked guys anyway ... it might as well be him. There we were, two guys who wanted sex with men but couldn't get it... so why not? I'm as much to blame as my dad was."

"No, Will," Randy said sternly. "No, you mustn't think that. You were still a kid at that time and you were in no way to blame ... no fucking way."

"Yeah, I see that now, sir. But when I ran away it was partly because I was afraid dad would hurt me, but also partly because I actually wanted it. Maybe I always wanted him in that way, even as a kid, I dunno, it's all so ..."

The tears welled up again and Randy held him tight in his arms. When he calmed down Randy said, "And you didn't even tell Doctor Steve about this?"

"No, sir, I was too ashamed. It's why I didn't tell you, or the twins or Bob. I was afraid you'd think I was some kinda weird kid, maybe I was a pervert like my dad called me, and none of you would want me anymore."

"Well I hope you know by now that that's bullshit Will. We love you no matter what. We love you because you're you – just the way you are. And anyway, a lot of things have changed since those days. Number one, you're over eighteen so you're an adult and free to make your own choices. Also, your dad has changed completely and he's been getting his rocks off with guys round here big time, god knows, just the way he wanted.

"So I think it's time you two met – the new Will and the new Seth. Are you up for that?"

"You would be there, wouldn't you, sir?"

"Of course, kiddo. I wouldn't let you cope with that kinda stuff all on your own. I'll be there every step of the way. And you remember my golden rule. No one in this tribe, man or boy, does anything he don't want to do." Randy grinned. "But the other side of that coin is that guys get to do everything they do want to."

Will smiled for the first time. "Sounds good to me, sir. Er, the thing is, sir, I gotta get back to the kitchen. I gotta help the twins with the breakfasts."

"OK, Will," Randy grinned, ruffling his red hair. "Get your ass outa here and leave everything to me. I'll set it all up, and don't worry, I'm on your side, kiddo."

"I know you are, sir, and I love you." Randy's eyes were moist as he watched Will scurry away with Norman trotting behind him.

The construction company had grown over the years and had recently split into two divisions. Randy was boss of the commercial division and Zack was in charge of their residential construction. Seth had been hired by Zack to join the crew on his site. Randy often dropped by to discuss plans with Zack, but his visit this morning was to see Seth.

He cleared it with Zack first and Seth took a few minutes break to talk to Randy. As always Seth got an instant boner when he saw Randy come onto the site, and his cock got harder the closer Randy came to him. After all, Randy was the man who had changed Seth's life.

When they first met they had had a knock down drag out fight which Randy had won ... and fucked Seth in the ass. That had unleashed all his pent-up sexual lust and desires for men and he had quickly fucked his way through several members of the tribe. But Randy was the man Seth admired and desired the most – a tough, macho alpha male cut from the same cloth as himself. They even looked somewhat alike.

Seth had a good idea why Randy had come to see him. Since he had discovered his own true feelings he had felt more and more tormented by the memory of what he had done to his boy. He had been mixed-up, crazy, homophobic and homo-lustful at the same time. But he knew that none of that excused his sexual attacks on his boy and he was eager to make amends.

He knew that Randy loved and protected Will and he was grateful for that, seeing his son happy and safe. He also knew that any reunion with Will, whatever form it took, would be decided by Randy, and he was content to submit to whatever he decreed.

Randy was cordial and brief. "So this is your second day on the job eh, Seth? How's it going?"

"Great so far," Seth grinned. "Damn, this is different from any other construction site I ever worked at, with arrogant shit-for-brains managers who made a ton of mistakes. Zack's incredible the way he treats his men."

"Yeah, Zack's the best. We've had or fights in the past as you can imagine," Randy smiled, "but I love him like a brother and he's a damn good boss – tough but fair with his men. He's like me – never asks a guy to do anything he wouldn't do himself.

"Anyway, I hope things continue to go well, but that ain't the reason I dropped by. I've been talking to your boy Will." He saw Seth stiffen. "And I think it's time you two met. All this bullshit about the past can gnaw away at a guy, at both of you. The past was ugly ... but it's the past and you have to be given a chance to make amends to your kid.

"You know I love the boy and my man Bob says that a boy should be proud of his father, which is why Bob worked to get you Steve's guesthouse, a job interview with Zack and even that bridging loan till you get back on your feet. Like I said, I've spoken to Will and I think he's ready to meet up with you. Are you ready, Seth?"

"Hell yeah, Randy. There hasn't been a day goes by that I don't feel ashamed for the way I treated the kid, and I hope you can help us rebuild the love we once had for each other before I ... went off the rails."

"Good, so how about I bring Will up to your house at Steve's after work and we'll take it from there? I've cleared it with the twins and they say they can handle the dinner prep on their own."

"The place is still a bit of a mess," Seth grinned. "Only just moved in."

"Ah, we don't give a shit about that, dude. Don't care if the house is a mess, just as long as you're not. Not anymore anyway." They grinned, shook hands and Seth went back to work.

Later that afternoon when Randy dropped by the kitchen to pick up Will he was still helping the twins with the dinner prep, still wearing his green apron and white chef's hat. He was noticeably nervous as he said, "Oh, hello sir, I'm almost ready." He took off his hat and apron and hung them on their usual hooks. "Sir, what do you think I should wear?"

Randy grinned, "Whatever you feel most comfortable in, kiddo. You look great the way you are. I'm wearing these old work duds – it ain't the Ritz we're going to."

"I think I'll put on a clean shirt, sir. Won't be a sec." He ran out off to the kitchen and up to his room. Kevin smiled, "He wants to look his best for his dad, sir."

Randy noticed a quick glance between the twins and he wondered how much they guessed about Will's secret feelings for his dad. No one had told them but the twins had developed the same fine-tuned antennas as Bob for sensing how others felt even when they didn't show it.

Will came running back in a smart green T-shirt and they noticed he had brushed his hair. The twins hugged him and Kyle said, "Relax and have a good time, Will. Everything's gonna go just fine. It can't fail to with Randy in charge."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, guys. Come on kid, here we go."

Sitting next to Randy in the big truck Will said, "Sir, when you spoke to my dad you didn't tell him all that stuff about ... you know ... did you?"

"Will, I gave you my word – just between us two." He threw his arm round the boy's shoulder and steered with one hand. "Kid, I want you to stop worrying. It's gonna be a great day for you. You don't have to do or say anything you don't want to, you can leave when you like, and I'm right here to protect you. You follow my lead and just do what feels right to you, OK?"

"Thank you, sir." He snuggled closer to Randy who noticed the boy had stopped trembling.

They parked in Steve's driveway but didn't call in at the big house. They walked past it to the top of the path that sloped down the brush-covered hillside to the guesthouse. From there they could see Seth, shirtless in cargo shorts and sneakers, digging over the earth in a small garden at the side of the house.

"There's your dad, Will. Looks like he's making the most of his new house, doing a bit of gardening. Damn he looks hot, a fucking body that won't quit."

"From a distance he looks just like you, sir. That's why he makes my dick hard."

"Thanks for the compliment, kid. OK, let's bite the bullet and go say hi to your dad." They walked down the steep dirt track and Seth looked up. His confident macho demeanor changed and he became visibly tense. "Hey, Randy. Good to see you." After a hesitant pause he said, "Hey Will," and stiffly thrust his hand out.

Will glanced at Randy who smiled and nodded. He took his dad's hand and shook it awkwardly, neither of them sure when to let go. Will glanced into his dad's blue eyes, then looked sharply away, not out of fear but embarrassment that his cock stiffened at the sight of Seth's handsome face and bare, muscled chest.

Seth made faltering small-talk. "So, er let's go inside. It's a bit of a mess – still moving in." They followed him into the living room and he said, "You wanna beer?" Will was feeling confused and uneasy and desperately wanted Randy to take charge – which he now did.

"Look, Seth. You know me by now and I don't bullshit around. You and your boy here have a real bad history and you treated him like shit `cos you were plumb crazy at the time. First time I saw you I beat you up good to show you what I thought of you."

His voice softened. "But you've mellowed since then and found out some real important truths about yourself. You've got a good job and this house, so I thought it was time you and Will here met up and see if you can start to pick up the pieces of the mess you made. You know my rule – a man fucks up he gets punished. But in this case there's more. I want your kid to see you get punished. He has to do that to overcome the fear of the guy he used to know. With me so far?"

"Yeah, dude. I hear ya."

"Now I've already made it clear to Will that no one does anything he don't want to. Either one of you can call it quits at any time and show's over. OK, you got your bedroom fixed up yet?"

"I, er, don't know if you'd call it fixed up exactly, but the bed's there. The same one Hassan used when he lived here."

"Good, that's all we need. Let's go." They followed Randy into the bedroom where he looked down at the bed and grinned as he noticed the ropes still hanging round the corner bedposts. "Huh, the Marine left those there when he moved out. See you haven't removed them."

"Haven't had time" Seth said lamely, to which Randy scoffed, "Yeah, right! OK, dude, you know where this is going. If you're up for it get ready." Seth kicked off his sneakers, dropped his shorts and lay naked on his back on the bed.

Randy guided Will to a chair by the wall and made him sit. I want you to watch this kid, but if it gets too much you can always walk outside."

Will frowned behind his glasses. "Are you gonna hurt him, sir?"

Randy growled, "He's gonna get what he deserves, boy. Nothing less."

Randy went back to the bed and looked down at the naked construction worker spread-eagled on the bed. "Fuck, you are one hot damn mother-fucker, dude, and you really need this, right?"

"Yes, sir," Seth groaned, already prepared to submit to whatever the big gypsy dished out. His muscular arms were already stretched up in a V and Randy used the ropes to tie his wrists to the corner bedposts. Reflexively Seth pulled at the ropes and Randy looked down with satisfaction and admiration at the naked musclehunk tied down at his mercy.

Seth stared up in awe at Randy as he pulled off his work clothes and got naked. As always there was no foreplay. Randy merely growled, "Dry fuck this time, buddy," and pushed his legs back. He pressed his dick against his ass, their identical blue eyes met and ... "Aaagh!" The punishment fuck began while the captive's own son watched.

Randy knew that Seth loved to get fucked by him so this had to be rougher than usual, more pain than pleasure. It brought the satisfaction of retribution to Randy, but more important than that, it was what Seth wanted and needed to prove his remorse, to purge his guilt toward the boy he had hurt so badly.

As he looked up at the clenched-jawed expression on Randy's face he knew it would be bad – it had to be. Both men knew they were doing this for Will, painful as it might be for him to watch.

"Aaagh!" Seth screamed again as Randy pulled all the way back and plunged his long thick shaft deep in his ass. His cock became a jackhammer drilling the man's ass, sending bursts of pain through his whole body. The naked construction worker pulled desperately at the ropes binding him, veins bulging in his biceps and shoulders as his body writhed under the onslaught and his agonized face thrashed from side to side.

Will was shocked, torn between running away or fixing his eyes on the mesmerizing sight of the gypsy construction boss pounding the groaning musclehunk without mercy. What made it worse was that the victim was his dad, the man he had once hero-worshipped and then grown to hate, the man who roused him sexually until he attacked him sexually.

Was his father submitting to this torture for his sake – to prove that he still loved him? Will couldn't leave, he had to stay and support him by watching. His emotional pain would match his dad's physical pain. They would bond together in the catharsis of shared torment.

And for Seth the pain increased as Randy arched over him and pinned his arms to the bed. Their identical blue eyes met in a strange union of tormentor and victim, and Seth groaned, "Give it to me, man. I need it ... I need it so bad ... aaagh!"

Randy had never fucked so savagely, his cock pounding like a piston and driving the bound man wild. Seth gritted his teeth and stared up at the rugged gypsy, at his swarthy face, stubbled jaw and long black hair whipping over his face as he fucked mercilessly.

But gradually, as Seth gazed into Randy's hypnotic eyes, the pain morphed into passion and his body shook. He loved this man, his face, his body – his supreme masculinity. He would do anything for him, surrender his ass, submit body and soul.

"I love you man," he howled. "Yeah, fuck my ass, make me cum, man ... fuck ... fuck ... aaagh!" His body shuddered uncontrollably and his cock exploded in long streams of jizz that splashed onto his heaving chest and his face as it thrashed from side to side. His animal howls filled the room and Randy stared down triumphantly at the rugged hunk, his body shuddering, tears running down his face. "Man, you are one hot son of a bitch. But it ain't over, stud."

Incredibly Randy pulled back and drove back in his ass, resuming the same brutal fuck as before. But now that Seth had cum, his adrenaline drained, the pain was acute. "No, man, I busted my load. I got nothing left. I can't take any more ... please, I beg you, sir. Have mercy ... no more ... aaagh!"

"Stop, sir ... please stop." That was not Seth's voice – it was Will's. The boy pulled frantically at Randy's shoulders trying to pull him off and Randy turned to look at him, to see the anguished freckled face running with tears. "You told me to do what feels right, sir, and this feels wrong. Please, sir."

Randy curled his hand round Will's head, pulled him forward and kissed him. Then he yanked his cock painfully out of Seth's ass and knelt astride his chest. He grabbed Seth's shaggy black hair and pulled his face forward off the bed. "Be grateful to your boy, Seth. And be good to him. I'm done here ... almost."

With his free hand Randy stroked his cock that had pounded the man's ass and it didn't take long. His breath grew ragged, he stared into Seth's eyes and, "Yeaahh!" His cock erupted and blasted semen in the construction worker's craggy face, in his hair, his eyes, on his cheeks and into his sagging mouth."

Randy got off the bed and said to the tear-stained Will. "He's all yours now, kiddo. Be a good boy for him. He's your dad – and one hell of a man.

Randy sat in the chair Will had vacated and wiped the sweat from his face with his tank-top.

Seth's eyes were closed as he waited for his heaving breaths and pounding heart to subside. Dazed, he was dimly aware of the ropes coming loose, freeing his wrists. Then he felt something cleaning the cum from his face. He opened his eyes and saw Will, licking his face, his forehead, his cheeks, his eyes and then, after a moment's hesitation, his lips. Seth reached up and ran his hands through Will's hair at the nape of his neck.

"Hi, kid." "Hello, dad." Will stood up and glanced over at Randy, who noticed a new confidence in the boy's eyes. "Whatever feels right, sir? That's what I should do?"

"That's it, kid – right for you and your dad."

Will stood at the foot of the bed, and Seth watched as he pulled off his smart green T-shirt and dropped his shorts. There was total silence in the room as Will knelt on the bed between Seth's legs and pushed them back. His cock was hard, had been all the time, and he pressed the head against Seth's ass. "It's over, sir. All that bad stuff is over. I always did love you, dad." They stared at each other as Will's cock slid gently into his ass and eased all the way down.

He stopped, tears came to his as he tensed and gasped, "Oh ... oh ... aaah!" All the pent-up passion of Will's past now poured into Seth's ass, cleansing anger and confusion from their lives. Seth gazed up in disbelief as his boy's juice filled his ass. He reached up and ran his hands over his freckled face and his smooth young body. "Don't pull out, Will. Please, stay inside me a bit longer. It feels so good."

"I won't pull out, sir. I can cum again. I learned that from my pal Eddie ... we call him the gusher cos he can cum real often and he's an expert cocksucker, he taught all the boys. My other best friends are Ben and Brandon and Tyler and Finn. They're in this group called the junior boys and I'm one of them now cos they said so."

Seth smiled up at Will as all the things the boy had wanted to share with his dad for so long now spilled out excitedly.

"But the twins are the boys I love the most. They're so cool and they love Norman too – him and me are always together now and he's happy as a clam. The twins gave me a job as assistant chef and I'm pretty good, I think. Other guys pay me to cook for them, I go on lots of gigs ... I could cook for you, sir, and Bob and Randy, I'd like that ..."

"Hey, Will. Did you say you could cum again?"

"Oh sure, sir. See, I'm hard again already. I mean just looking at you always used to make me ... well, I'll tell you later. Just give me a sec and I can cum again. Hey, can you cum too sir? I know you came buckets with Randy but stroke it and see. It's worth a try, don't you think?"

Randy watched and listened with tears in his eyes. This is what he had wanted, what Bob had wanted, for father and son to put the past behind them and be proud of each other. And if their first expression of rekindled love had involved sex, well so what? Whatever works, as Doc Steve would say.

The tears brimmed over and rolled down Randy cheeks as he heard their laughter and watched man and boy cum for a second time ... and this time they came together. It just felt right.

"Where the fuck is that beer you offered a while ago, Seth? I'm fucking parched."

They were all getting dressed and Seth grinned, "Coming right up, boss." He walked off with a new spring in his step.

They went out and sat on the porch as the setting sun sank into the distant ocean, making their faces glow. Not that they needed the sun for that, their own afterglow was enough. Will was quiet and a bit nervous – not the nervousness of fear as before, but nervous excitement.

Suddenly he said, "Sirs, that thing I said about cooking dinner for guys. Could I cook dinner for you, sirs? I would love to do that, my way of thanking you. It would be your first meal here, sir."

Randy smiled his agreement but Seth said, "I don't have much in the way of food here yet, kid."

"Oh that don't matter, sir. I could go up to the doc's house and ask Tommy. They've got a ton of food up there – two fridges and a freezer. I'm sure he'd give me some. Can I, sirs?"

"Not a bad idea, eh Seth? OK, kid, go and see what you can beg, borrow or steal from Tommy."

Excitedly Will scampered up the slope and the men smiled as they watched him go. Randy chuckled, "He's such a terrific kid, Seth. But you know, one thing I learned from Bob is that excitement sometimes needs to be kept in check or it can flame out. We gotta make sure that don't happen, so what I'd like for you and Will to do next is go see Doc Steve together. He'll help you sort out where things go from here.

"See, Seth, you have to get used to the fact that Will has left the nest, as most guys do at his age. He has found a family of his own with the twins, and he's real happy with them. So all this just adds to the richness of his life – and yours I hope."

"I understand, Randy. And I'm not gonna push anything. This is a whole new life for me too, so I'll take it one step at a time. And I'll always check with you and Bob before making any moves. I wanna thank you Randy for helping me turn my life around and see my son again."

"Ah, all in a day's work, buddy. And hey, you've hardly got started. Whole bunch of guys you still have to meet properly. Let's see, there's the fireman, the forest ranger and the Marine. Not to mention the guys at the Grady House. There's a guy called Grady who would go apeshit over you. Yeah ... long way to go yet, stud."

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 443

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