A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 452 By Rob Williams
Chapter 452 – "TAMING BAD-BOY FINN"
IN THIS CHAPTER
Bad-boy Finn rejects the friendship of the tribe so the guys at the beach show him how good life can be by forcing him to watch their sex games. He is blown away by the sight of a wild three-way fuck – the macho Marine pounding the young rookie while getting butt-fucked himself by the muscle-jock fireman. Then young Will takes over: "Finn, I can show even a tough tattooed badass stud like you how to make love. ___________________________________________________________________
*********** IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER ***********
The exhausted fireman Jason had taken his boy Ben, and Ben's best friend Will, up to a shack in the dunes for a few days of recuperation, which naturally included sex and love-making.
They had the beach to themselves for a while but they knew they would soon have the company of a couple more guys of the tribe. Their buddy, the handsome Hispanic hunk Miguel, had called Jason and given him a heads up that Darius would be joining them with Miguel's boy Finn, to get him out of Miguel's hair for a few days. The ebullient, talkative young Eddie came in advance and told them the whole backstory.
"Well," he gushed, "everyone knows that Miguel's relationship with Finn has always been stormy. One reason Miguel took Finn on as his boy was for the challenge. Finn's a good looking stud but the trouble was he had always been a bad-boy street hustler passed from one john to the next. That built up a big armor-plate defensive thing, so he was never cut out to be anyone's lover. For him it felt like being owned.
"Don't get me wrong, he did fall in love with Miguel but always had a problem admitting it, even to himself. Miguel put up with a lot of Finn's crap `cos he really loves him and understands why he's the way he is. Miguel is a tough dominant guy, totally gorgeous and built like a brick shithouse, so he dealt with Finn's tantrums calmly and punished him usually by fucking his ass, which of course Finn secretly loved. But a few days ago the shit really hit the fan.
"Miguel came home from a tough evening's work as the head chef at the Ritz and found Finn smoking weed in their apartment. Miguel only objected to him doing it indoors but Finn got real defensive, flew into a rage and threw all kinds of crazy insults at the big guy. Well, Miguel lost it and hit him ... slapped him around real fierce.
"Finn stumbled into Darius and Zack's suite next door and Miguel yelled after him, `Boy, you damn well stay out of my face until I've decided what to do with you,' and he slammed out. Well, long story short, Darius offered to take Finn out of town for a few days. Zack said they should come up here and stay in Zack's shack down the beach from here – good place to chill out and see reason. They are probably on the road right now, even as we speak."
They were – riding in stony silence until Darius tried to break through Finn's bitterness and resentment. "Finn, why do you make things so hard for yourself? With a master like Miguel you could be a respected member of the tribe if you could only get over all your fucking hang-ups and stop throwing everything Miguel does for you back in his face."
"Ah, I've had it with the mother-fucker. After what he did I'm not going back to him."
Darius was starting to bristle. "First of all, boy, on this trip I don't want to hear you use that language about Miguel or anyone else in the tribe `cos they're all my buddies. And you'll be on your best behavior with the other guys who are up here at the beach.
But that, unfortunately, was not how it worked out. In fact, Finn's resentment hardened when he saw the joyful group, and his sense of not fitting in gnawed at him. The young freckle-faced redhead Will had once befriended Finn as he understood his feeling of alienation from the tribe. So now Will tried to confront his defiance with kindness.
But Finn rudely rejected Will's effort at friendship. "Look, kid," he snapped. "I know what you're doing, trying to make `nice' to me, get me out of my mood. Well I don't need your help, pal, or anyone else's. I'm my own fucking man and I can damn well take care of myself, get it? You may be everyone's blue-eyed boy around here but that don't mean shit to me."
Will was stunned by Finn's outburst. "Sorry if I upset you, dude. How about we go for walk down the beach? That'll make you feel better."
Finn leapt to his feet. "Bullshit! What'll make me feel better is you getting out of my face, kid." He prodded Will in the chest. "Who the fuck do you think you are anyway? Oh yeah, you're the twins' boy, you suck up to them and Bob and they think the sun shines out of your ass. Well I'll tell you what you are, kid. You're nothing but the junior cook and bottle washer, a scrawny kid who happens to be in my way right now ..."
He shoved Will aside, Will lost his balance and banged his shoulder hard against the porch railing before sprawling on the sand. Darius sprang to his feet and snarled. "OK, that does it! This time you have gone way too far, mister. I've taken your pouting and rudeness but you do not attack my buddies like that, especially a sweet kid like Will who was trying to be your friend. You're a fucking psycho, man, and I'm gonna teach you a lesson you won't forget."
Darius pulled Finn over to an old doorframe that stood in the sand, all that remained of a long-lost shed. He tied Finn's wrists so he was spread-eagled in the frame and savagely fucked his ass with his monster ten-inch black cock while the other guys watched in awe.
Finn remained defiant, determined to prove to these guys how tough he was. He refused to submit verbally but in the end could not help the pressure building in his cock. When Darius shot a massive load inside him Finn's own cock blasted a stream of jizz on the sand.
Darius eased gently out, came round to face him and said, "Fucking awesome, dude. You really are one of us, Finn, if only you'd let it happen. I'm gonna leave you here like this for a while so you can think about it ... about you and Miguel. Damn he would be proud of you for the taking that pounding the way you did.
All this had been painful for Will to watch and now, with Darius's permission, he ran up to Finn who sobbed, "Dude, I am so sorry. You of all the guys ..."
"Sshh, I know you didn't mean any of it. See, I know you, Finn, I understand you ... I love you. They won't let me untie you, dude, but is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Can you get my shorts for me? They were a present from Miguel and ..." "Will's arm was in a sling after his fall but he managed to pull on Finn's boards shorts for him. Then they heard a shout from the dunes. "What he fuck's going on?" It was Hassan, the handsome, musclehunk Marine standing god-like at the top of a dune in his combat gear.
"Sir! You're here already!" His boy Eddie jumped to his feet and ran to greet his master who hugged him. "What the hell's been happening here, kid?"
Eddie opened his eyes wide and raised his palms dramatically. "Sir, you will not believe ..."
********************* CHAPTER 452 *********************
UNDERSTANDING FINN
Standing at the top of the dunes the husky Arab-Asian Marine captain pulled his boy Eddie down beside him and they sat in the sand facing each other.
"My meetings at the base ended early so I came straight here. `Course, I knew there was trouble between Miguel and Finn but what the fuck's been going on here, with Finn tied up like that? Fill me in before we go down there and join them."
"Well, sir, Darius brought Finn up here `cos Miguel wanted him out of his sight, but as soon as they got here that's when the shit hit the fan." Eddie recounted how Finn had been sullen and resentful and had insulted Will and knocked him down.
"Darius went apeshit and tied Finn to that doorframe and buried his ten-inch schlong in his ass. But, boy, Finn is tough, clenched his jaw and took his punishment, but in the end couldn't hold back and totally busted his load on the sand."
"So how do things stand now?"
"Well, sir, Darius is calling the shots and left Finn tied up as a punishment until he cools off. Jason, Ben and Will had been having a great time till this circus came to town so they're trying to get back to normal again. So that's the story, sir, with no exaggerations this time." He smiled impishly. "I know I sometimes go over the top but with you, sir, I know I have to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth."
"You're a good boy, Eddie, but when we go down there I don't want you to get involved in this mess. We both know how your tongue can run away with you, and you might end up with egg on your face, or worse."
"Aye-aye, sir. My lips are sealed." In his signature gesture the wide-eyed boy ran his fingertips over pursed lips and twisted them like a lock at the corner of his mouth. Hassan grinned at his boy, knowing just how long his silence was likely to last.
"You know, kid, how horny I get being surrounded by those young Marines and soldiers at the base. I was planning to fuck you as soon as I got here, but I guess it'll have to wait a while. Better go down and pay our respects to Jason, Darius and the boys. But watch your tongue, kiddo." Hassan smiled. "Save it for other things later."
They ran down the dune and it was a rather uneasy group they approached – Jason, Darius Ben and Will sitting on the blanket, all trying to rekindle the relaxed atmosphere of a short time ago before Finn's disruptive arrival. That was not easy to do. Will's arm was still in a sling and, of course, a few yards away Finn was still spread-eagled in the doorframe, wrists tied to the top.
Eddie, as usual, brought the spark of life back to the group, abandoning his vow of silence almost as soon as he had uttered it to Hassan. "Guys, Hassan got away from the base earlier than he thought so here he is, hot and horny as hell. Who wouldn't be, surrounded by all those young butch Marines? So we're gonna ..."
"Eddie!" Hassan said sharply and mimicked Eddie's own fingertips-to-lips gesture."
"Oh yeah, right? Sorry, sir." The group's laughter eased the tension and Jason stood up and pulled Hassan into a man-hug. The Marine and the firefighter had several times been on maneuvers together and when they got together afterwards, hot, sweaty and horny, they tossed a coin for top-man.
"Damn," Hassan said, "you're even hotter in board shorts than you are in that calendar, buddy."
"Thanks, captain," Jason grinned. "Flattery always welcome. Hey, it's about time you got out of that combat gear, stud. I got a spare pair of shorts in the shack."
"Would you like a beer, sir?" Will asked Hassan.
"I could murder one, kid, but are you sure you should be ... I mean, your arm and all?"
"No problem, sir. I could open a beer bottle with my hands behind my back." Will ran off to the shack and Hassan sat down with the others. Jason said, "Don't worry, Hassan, he's fine. I just made him wear the sling for a few hours as a precaution – take the weight off the shoulder."
Will brought the beer, Hassan took a long swallow, then turned to Darius. "So Darius, I hear you've had a bit of trouble."
"Ah, nothing I can't handle, sir. (As the most senior boy, almost a master himself, there were only a few men Darius still called sir. Hassan was one of them). I was doing a favor for Miguel and it turned into a tougher job than I thought. I've left Finn tied up for now so he can just watch and see how civilized guys get along. He could join us if he wants to – but has to really want it."
"You know," Hassan said, "I work with a lot of young Marine recruits who've come from dysfunctional homes with a big chip on their shoulder. They resist discipline for a while but when the Marine Corps breaks that defiant spirt they knuckle under. Discipline is all they need."
"Sir, I don't think Finn needs discipline – he needs kindness." It was Will who had blurted this out and he looked as surprised as the others that he had spoken. He blushed and blinked behind his glasses. "Oh, sorry, sir. It's not my place to ...
"No that's OK, Will." Hassan smiled. "You've been close to Finn in the past. I'd be interested in your take on things."
The freckled face blushed and Will plucked up his courage. "Well, sir, when I ran away from home I lived in my car for a while and got to know quite a lot of street hustlers. I always felt sorry for them `cos they went through so much shit, I mean real humiliation, and their whole life was trying to defy the odds – you know, tough it out.
"The way I saw it, the more they got knocked down the more defiant they got, trying to hold on to some kind of pride and dignity. Those johns often took them in for a while, then just kicked them out like trash.
"Some of the street boys and me used to talk late into the night and I figured out that what they wanted most was security, somewhere they could belong, like a family. But most of them were too far gone for that – you know, defensive, defiant, kinda like they'd grown a hard shell like a tortoise. When things got too rough they just ducked in under their shell."
Hassan was amazed at this kid's simple wisdom and ability to express it. He exchanged looks with Jason and Darius and said gently, "So how d'you think that applies to Finn, Will?"
"See, I've seen that look in Finn's eyes sir, I used to have it myself when I lived on my own. He really wants to belong and he found security in Miguel, like I did with the twins. But under all his tough talk he still has this ... what d'you call it ... inferiority complex, sir? He still can't believe he belongs ... he's scared Miguel will kick him out, like all the other johns did. So he acts up, kinda like he's testing Miguel, daring him to throw him out.
"It's real weird, sir. Finn wants to belong, but it scares him – he don't wanna be owned by anyone. He's in love with Miguel, I know he is, but that scares him too, `cos he's never been in love before."
Will sighed. "It's all a great big a mess really, sir. You know that old saying – you can take the boy off the streets but you can't take the streets out if the boy? Well I don't think that's right. There is a way. When I said Finn needs kindness, he ... he needs to see kindness, a lot of it.
"Oh I know he gets kindness from Miguel but like I said, he's suspicious of that. He needs to see how other guys belong together and love each other. Then maybe he'll trust it and want it so much he'll ... like ... come out of his shell and become one of us."
Will stopped suddenly and blushed. "Sorry, sir, what do I know anyway? I guess my tongue ran away with me." He grinned shyly at Eddie, ran his fingertips across his lips and turned the key."
LET'S PARTY!
A surprised silence fell over the group as they processed what Will had said. He was the youngest and newest member of the tribe but it seemed to them all that he had just summed up a lot of Finn's problems.
Darius reacted first. He put his arm round Will and kissed his cheek. "Dude, you are one helluva bright kid. You should become a shrink like Doc Steve, sorting out other guys' problems. You make a ton of sense and you've given me an idea."
Darius got up and went over to where Finn was still tied to the doorframe. By now all the fight had gone out of him – no longer defiant, just confused. His ass still ached from getting fucked by Darius's ten-inch shaft but he didn't care about that. He didn't even resent Darius. He was a powerful guy and had got real mad, but Finn sensed that under all that he was a decent guy, even though he had tied him up and reamed his ass.
"Dude," Darius said, "you have no better friend than young Will over there. He really loves you, kid. Did you hear what he said? Did it make sense to you?"
"Yeah, I guess," Finn said grudgingly."
"Look, kid, I know it's not great hearing other guys talk about you – plus your arms must be aching right now. I don't think you're ready to rejoin the group just yet but I wanna try something." He went to the porch, hauled down one of the Adirondack chairs and brought it over to Finn, along with a bottle of water. He reached up to the ropes binding his wrists and said, "Now if I untie you you're not gonna haul off and slug me, uh?"
"Guess not." A faint grin flicked across his face. "I don't think that's a fight I'd win."
Darius untied his wrists, Finn lowered his arms and rubbed them to get the circulation going. "OK, sit in this chair." Finn sat down with a sigh of relief, his forearms resting on the broad arms of the chair. Darius pulled down the ropes that had bound his wrists and Finn didn't resist when he used them to tie his wrists to the chair's arms. "Here, dude, drink some water." Darius held the bottle to Finn's mouth and he swallowed it thirstily.
"I want you to be comfortable, Finn, so if you're feeling bad just yell. But what I want you to do is just watch us guys. Will said you need to see stuff ... so watch and learn, kiddo."
The others had watched Darius, curious about what he was up to. Now he came over to them with a broad grin. "OK, guys, let's party." He joined them on the blanket with his back to Finn, a subtle signal that they should ignore the man in the chair helpless to do anything but watch.
Fun-loving Darius quickly kicked the party back into high gear. "So Jason, what were you saying about Hassan getting out of that combat gear? Don't get me wrong, from where I'm sitting it looks way sexy but this is the beach after all ..."
Jason patted his cheek. "Darius, my man, you're right, and I promised to get the captain a pair of shorts. No, don't move, Hassan, I'll bring them out. You gotta change out here."
The Marine shifted uneasily. He tended to be the strong silent type, and never flaunted his dark, sexy good looks or muscular physique. His macho reserve was part of his attraction. He left the exhibitionism to Jason whose good-humored narcissism was part of his attraction. When Jason came out with the board shorts Hassan stood up but hesitated.
Eddie was quickly at his elbow. "Sir, I'll help. Imagine I'm, like, the Marine rookie who looks after the captain, like when he changes clothes and ...whatever else a Marine captain needs."
"Kid, don't you ever stop fantasizing?"
"Not if I can help it, sir." He put on a subservient tone. "Er, captain, sir, can I help you off with your shirt?" He stood behind Hassan and pulled off the sleeveless denim shirt he always wore over his khaki tank top. Then he reached his hands round him and smoothed the tank over his chest, lingering over the mounds of his pecs.
"Allow me, sir ..." Eddie pulled the tank out of his waistband, up slowly over his abs and chest and off over his head. He grinned and tossed the sweaty tank to Will who caught it and pressed it hard against Ben's face. Ben breathed deeply and gave an exaggerated moan.
They all stared up at the shirtless Marine and Jason groaned, "Man, I wanna fuck you so bad." But Eddie, fully into his role as captain's aide, had only just started. He unbuckled the heavy belt, undid the buttons of the camouflage fatigue pants one by one, paused for dramatic effect then pulled out the captain's thick cock.
Hassan was still a bit self-conscious about this public display and his cock was not yet hard, swinging between the legs of his fatigues. But Eddie soon remedied that. After all, he was the undisputed king of the blowjob. His tongue flicked out at the head of the soldier's cock and licked the sensitive corona, then proceeded to work on the shaft – kissing it, pressing his cheek against it, making love to it.
From his vantage point tied to his chair Finn watched avidly. This is what he often did to Miguel – or used to do. He stared at the Arab/Asian muscle-stud and the image morphed into Miguel's, with his dark Hispanic features, square heavily-stubbled jaw and mass of unruly black hair framing his chiseled features. He loved it when Miguel was stripped to the waist in jeans, just as Hassan was now in military fatigues. He wanted desperately to touch his cock but his arms were tightly bound to the chair. All he could do was watch – and remember.
"SIR, YES SIR"
Eddie had finished the foreplay and now opened his mouth wide and lowered it over the Marine's now-hard cock. His wide-open mouth barely brushed the thick shaft, just breathed hot air over it. Hassan moaned, "Fuck, stop torturing me like that. Do it, boy – that's an order."
Eddie obeyed and clamped his throat hard round the soldier's cock. "Aaahh ... yeah, eat it, boy." Losing all his former inhibitions the husky Marine flexed his muscles, clamped his hand round the back of his boy's head and pumped his face on his cock. The ferocity of the soldier's sexual hunger would have made any other boy choke, but not Eddie. He was the expert and knew exactly how to satisfy the captain's lust.
A few feet away Darius grinned at the awestruck expressions of Ben and Will. "Incredible ain't he guys? He can take my whole ten inches down that throat without gagging once." The boys grinned at each other and groped the bulge in each other's shorts.
Eddie was feasting on the soldier's rod when he grabbed Hassan's hips and fell back, pulling the solider on top of him. Hassan braced his hands on the ground and raised up on his feet, his body arched over the boy. His cock was still in Eddie's mouth and he plunged in hard. The shirtless soldier in fatigues and boots rose and fell as if doing drill-sergeant pushups over the boy's face, his cock driving in and out of Eddie's mouth.
Finn's cock was now rock hard as he watched, tied to his chair. He recalled the one time he had been in the same position as Eddie with Miguel arched over him fucking his face. He longed for it again, exactly like this. As soon as he got home he would ask Miguel ... His dreams faded as he realized that when he got home Miguel might not want him anymore ... he might not even have a home. His despair was muted by the fantasy of the bare-chested Marine face-fucking his boy.
Suddenly the scene changed when Hassan at last pulled his dick out and rolled over on his back. Eddie took that as his cue and his subservient tone returned. "Allow me, sir." He knelt at the Marine's feet, unlaced his combat boots and pulled them off with his socks. Hassan's fatigue pants were already loosened at the waist so Eddie pulled then off over his feet.
"Damn that's hot," Jason murmured staring at the naked, muscular Marine.
Eddie wrapped his hand round the soldier's rigid cock and stroked it, staring into Hassan's dark eyes and waiting for his orders. They came quick and curt. "Ride it boy."
Eddie grinned, "Sir, yes sir!" He knelt astride Hassan's ripped abs and lowered his butt until he felt the head of his master's cock press against his ass. Suddenly the captain thrust his hips up and speared the boy's ass from below. Reflexively Eddie jerked up but Hassan growled, "I said ride it, boy."
Eddie lowered his ass over the thick rod until he was sitting on the soldier's pubic hair. Hassan uttered a deep sigh. "Man, I've needed that all day. I wanted that ass the minute I got here. OK, kid. You said your job was to service the captain, so do it."
He reached up, stroked his boy's eager face, then ran his hands over his sexy young body and tweaked his nipples. "Yeah, that's it kid, ride that cock ... man, your ass feels good." Eddie rose up and down on the huge cock – fast at first, then slowing down, massaging the head, lowering halfway and jerking up and down, skillfully teasing the solder.
He watch the dark chiseled face roll from side to side, groaning with in ecstasy. Expertly he brought Hassan to the edge of orgasm, then stopped, waited, and began again. Hassan smiled, "You're a good boy, Eddie – just right for me. And a great fuck. I love you, kid, you know that?"
"Thank you sir. I always wait for this all day – to feel your cock in my ass."
Finn watched and listened – and tears came to his eyes. It was true, they did love each other. A macho Marine captain and a cheeky young boy, so different from each other but that made no difference `cos they were in love in their own way. It was the same with Jason and Ben – a gorgeous, dominant fireman and a shy young gypsy boy. Jason got off on his own good looks but that didn't stop him loving Ben.
A tear flowed down Finn's cheek. It could have been the same with him and Miguel – even though Miguel was a handsome, confident alpha male, a top chef, and him just a gardener, a tacky street kid whose last john had `sold' him off when he got tired of him. Miguel had said he loved him and he knew he loved Miguel, but he had fucked that up by pushing Miguel away.
He looked at Will and Ben, kissing and stroking each other's dicks as they watched Eddie make love to Hassan. They were buddies, so happy together. When had he ever allowed himself to be happy? Face it, he was a total fuckup. He had turned his back on Miguel who had surely given up on him. Can't blame him, Finn thought. Why would a man like him stick around with a loser like me? Tears flowed down his face, but he was jerked back to reality by Hassan's shout.
"Dammit, kid, I'm not gonna lie back here and let you do all the work. This is what I really want, boy." His body tensed and he tossed Eddie off him onto his back on the blanket. Hassan leapt to his feet and stared down at him. "Assume the position, boy."
Jason stared up at the naked soldier and murmured to Darius. "Man, I gotta fuck that guy." Darius grinned at the fireman and shrugged. "So go for it, dude."
Obeying the captain's orders Eddie hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs back, offering his ass. Hassan knelt on the blanket behind his raised legs and pressed his cock against his boy's hole. He leaned forward, clamped Eddie's arms to the ground and Eddie stared up at the muscled physique and exotic Arab face with its high cheekbones, dark almond shaped eyes and thick black hair.
Eddie's cock shuddered. He could have lost his load just by looking at him, especially when Hassan growled, "So, kid, you're the rookie who services the captain, gives the soldier what he wants. Well now you're my prisoner, and this is what the soldier wants, boy.
Eddie howled as the Marine's massive cock plunged deep in his ass, pulled back and drove in again. It was the sight of the naked soldier – his bulging biceps, rock-hard pecs and ripped abs – as much as the rod in his ass that made the boy yell and spray semen over his own abs, chest and up to his neck.
"Fuck you, boy, did I give you permission to cum?"
"No sir. Sorry, sir. But I can go again, you know I can. I'm a gusher. Please don't stop, sir."
Hassan pulled his hips back and started plowing his ass, fulfilling Eddie's fantasy of being the Marine captain's fuckboy. The other guys watched mesmerized. Hassan in action, stripped naked and pounding ass was a spectacular sight, one that pushed Jason over the edge.
He sprang to his feet, dropped his board shorts and knelt behind Hassan. He stared at his ass pumping up and down as he fucked his boy. Jason grabbed his hips and plunged his cock in the soldier's ass. "Aaagh." Hassan howled with the shock of the fireman's rod piercing his ass but he didn't miss a beat. Neither did Jason, quickly matching the rhythm of his fuck.
Finn struggled in his chair, blown away by the sight of the incredible three-way fuck – the macho soldier pounding the young rookie and getting butt-fucked himself by the muscular fireman. He imagined himself in Eddie's place – as if he were getting ramrodded by the Marine and the fireman at once. Damn, he wanted to touch his cock, he wanted to cum so bad. And as he watched Ben and Will joyfully whooping it up he yearned to join them, to be one of them.
He heard Jason shout. "Damn I'm close. OK, captain, let's do it. Fuck your boy while I empty my load in your ass, man. Fuck, I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum ... Aaagh ..."
It was a chain reaction – the fireman came in the soldier's ass while he poured jizz into his boy, and Eddie, with a triumphant shout, blasted his second load on his own writhing body. All this was accompanied by loud, jubilant cheers from Darius and the two boys. Hassan and Jason fell off Eddie and rolled over onto the sand in a celebratory wrestling match while Ben and Will helped a beaming Eddie up off the blanket and into a joyful triple hug.
And all the while, this boisterous celebration of men and their boys was watched by Finn, alone and helpless in his chair.
TALKING IT THROUGH
As their adrenaline stopped racing and the men calmed down Will was the first to glance at Finn, then at Darius who said, "Yeah Will, don't worry. I'll take care of him."
He walked over to the tearful Finn who looked up at him forlornly and moaned, "Dude, I ... I ..."
"Sshh, best not to say anything, Finn. I kinda know what you're feeling after watching those guys mix it up and have fun." Darius untied his wrists. "Come on, kid ... time you joined us."
Finn stood up, rubbed his wrists, then walked unsteadily to the blanket with Darius. Will stood up and shyly offered Finn a beer. "Would you like this, Finn, or something else?"
"Thanks, Will, the beer's fine," he said quietly, taking the beer and sitting down with Will and Ben. The boys drank silently, listening to the men's bawdy jokes as they laughed and ribbed each other.
Hassan sat with his arm round Eddie's neck and grinned at Jason. Man, that was a cheap shot, attacking a man from behind when he's busy fucking."
"Your fault, captain. I thought Marine rules say something about not turning your back on the enemy – especially not your bare ass. Asking for trouble."
"You don't know shit about the Marines, dude, except that we always get our man. Meaning the fireman's next to get a plug up his ass."
"In your dreams, soldier. Hey, Ben, get your butt over here, come give your old man some moral support."
Ben moved over and sat with Jason who threw his arm over his shoulder. The high-spirited banter laced with obscenities continued for a while until Will stood up and said, "Sirs, I should go and start preparing stuff for dinner if you don't mind."
"Good idea, Will," Darius said. Do you need help?"
"Er ... I was wondering if you would come and help me, Finn?"
"Yeah ... sure I'd like that a lot," Finn said eagerly. He had been feeling rather uneasy in the group after what had happened to him earlier, as both Will and Darius guessed.
Darius smiled at Finn, "Thanks dude, I appreciate that."
Finn got up and went into the shack. Will whispered to Darius, "This might take while longer than usual if that's OK, Darius."
Darius winked. "Gotcha. Take all the time you want, buddy. Go do your thing."
Will had sensed Finn's discomfort and lingering embarrassment after being tied up and punished in front of the group, so taking him away on the pretext of needing help seemed like a good idea. He wasn't sure what he was doing except he knew Finn needed a friend right now.
Will was wearing the too-big shorts Randy had given him and, by force of habit, put on the dark green apron he had brought with him. Finn grinned and Will smiled, "What?"
"Oh nothing, just that those shorts look kinda cute on you."
"Ah that, yeah. A bit baggy I know but I wear them `cos Randy gave them to me."
"Really? That guy always scares me. Damn, he can be real mean sometimes."
"Oh no. Sure he can be a bit scary when he gets mad, but he's a great guy when you get to know him. When he loves someone, like he does Bob, it's for keeps and he'll fight like mad to protect him. He's the same with the boys, and been super kind to me."
Finn shrugged. "Yeah well you have a knack, Will. I mean, everyone loves you `cos you're a great kid ... you got your shit together. Me, I'm just the opposite. I'm a total fuckup, always a badass, picking fights with Miguel. No wonder he threw me out."
His voice cracked, tears welled up and Will took his hand. "Dude, let's sit for a while and talk this out. I don't have to start on dinner just yet." They went into the bedroom and sat cross-legged on the bed facing each other.
"Finn, Miguel didn't throw you out. He just needed you two to have a break from each other is all. Prob'ly a good idea. Miguel loves you, dude – he bought you those shorts didn't he? He obviously chose them carefully – perfect fit, great color. They look terrific on you."
"Yeah, but you don't know the stuff I said to him when we had that knockdown drag-out fight. Man, I got a mouth on me when I get mad – real ugly."
"Stuff you learned when you were on the streets, Finn, just like your attitude. You cling on to that tattooed bad-boy thing as a kind of protection that you needed on the streets, but you don't need it anymore, dude. You gotta get rid of that chip on your shoulder."
"That's what Miguel says, but I can't Will. I'm what they call damaged goods. I prided myself on being tough, always a top-man, and kicked up rough when I got pushed around, which happened a lot. It's the only way I know, even when I get treated good by Miguel. That old thing kicks in makes me feel like a kept boy ... you know, like the guy owns me.
"But Finn, you only make it bad for yourself. All this fighting and negative shit. You don't really want that do you?"
Finn grabbed Will's hands. "That's just it, Will, of course I don't. I mean, when I watched you guys having fun out there – fucking, fooling around, laughing. That's what I want too, dude. But when it looks like I've got it I panic and act out. Like I did with you, Will, when I got here and all those stupid, ugly things I said to you. Man, that was vicious and I'm glad Darius punished me the way he did and then forced me to watch you guys."
"Finn, I know you didn't mean all that. Besides, it's what Randy calls water under the bridge. He has this rule that when a guy fucks up he gets punished, and when he's paid the price it's over. That's how it is with you and me, dude. I love you, dude. I wanna be your friend."
"Kid, you are my friend, the only one I feel really comfortable with. It's, I dunno, the way you are, the way you talk." He looked at the earnest freckled face, the mop of red hair and the lithe young body under the apron and managed a teary smile. "I love you too, Will – kinda like the brother I never had. Dude, can I get a hug ... please?"
"Sure you can," Will smiled. They got up on their knees, scooted close and put their arms round each other in a long, tight, warm hug. They felt their hearts beating against each other, felt their chests pressing together as they breathed ... felt their dicks stirring.
They lost their balance and fell over on their sides on the bed. They smiled shyly at each other and Finn touched the bulge in his shorts. "Buddy, when I watched those guys going at it I was totally turned on. My dick got hard in these shorts and if my hands hadn't been tied I'd have jacked off right there. Did you find it sexy too?"
Will's eyes opened wide. "Seriously? Are you kidding? Watching my friend get butt-fucked by a musclehunk Marine who was getting fucked up the ass by that gorgeous fireman ... did I find it sexy? Seriously dude ..." And they burst out laughing.
"Will, I really built up a head of steam out there. As we're such good buddies, you think we could ... you know ... fool around?"
"Like fuck buddies?" Will smiled. "The thought had crossed my mind. But there's just one thing. Like you said, guys usually like me and they most always wanna fuck me cos I'm this young freckle-faced kid. But I've got this kinda fantasy – about you, Finn. See I know you're this tough top-man tattooed badass stud and ... and I've always wanted to turn the tables and fuck you. But course, if you're not into that we ..."
"Shut up kid. You're on ... let's do it."
FUCK BUDDIES
Awkwardly the boys disentangled themselves and Will got off the bed. Finn chuckled. "Dude, if you're gonna play the big tough top-man probably best to lose the apron. Not exactly the right image. `Course, Miguel can get away with it, but he can get away with anything." A wistful look came to his eyes so Will said quickly, "The baggy shorts too, I guess don't ya think?"
Finn snapped out of his melancholy thoughts of Miguel. "Fuck yeah, let's get naked, bro. Still lying on the bed Finn pushed his shorts down while Will took off his apron and pulled from his pocket the lube he always carried for just such a moment as this. He dropped the baggy shorts and spread lube on his cock. As he stroked it he squared his shoulders and puffed out his chest trying to look butch before fucking the tough guy.
But Will caught the amused look in Finn's eye and stopped preening. "Not working uh?"
"Nehh ..." Finn chuckled, rocking his hand in a so-so gesture."
"Dude," Will said, "how about we drop this top-man bottom-boy stuff and just ..."
"... just have a good time?" Finn grinned. "I'll go for that." He lay on his back and pulled his legs back. "Come on stud, let's see what you got."
Looking down at Finn Will was swept with a wave of sympathy and affection. He himself could have ended up bitter like Finn when he ran away from home. Luckily he had a little car that he lived in or he would have been on the streets too. Will knew there was a fine line between compassion and love – and he felt both for Finn.
He got on the bed on his knees behind Finn's raised legs and smiled down him. His cock was now hard and he stroked it a few more times before pushing it against his ass and slowly inside him. Finn looked up at the freckled face concentrating hard, and he sighed with the kind of relaxed pleasure he had not felt in a long time.
He had fucked a lot in his young life and, since joining the tribe, had been fucked too, but he had always felt tensions of dominance or subservience, top-bottom, master-boy. But this was different. This was just him and Will, two good buddies making love. But as always when he glimpsed happiness his demons stirred and sowed suspicion. He frowned and said, "Dude, this ain't a mercy fuck is it? Just your way of making me forget my troubles?"
Will sighed impatiently. "Shut the fuck up Finn and lose the paranoia. I don't do mercy fucks. This is just me, your pal, and we're fucking like pals do."
"Sorry, dude," Finn grinned. "OK, no more bullshit. I love your dick in my ass. Kiss me, bro."
Will leaned forward and pressed his lips against Finn's while massaging his ass with his cock. Now that the tension was gone they had fun. Finn moaned when Will flipped him over on his knees and fucked him doggy style. They laughed as they rolled over on the bed, wrestling like puppies until Finn lay behind Will, spooning, and slid his cock inside him.
They played for a long time, fucking in turn, stroking, kissing, squeezing balls and nipples. They paused to wash off their cocks then sixty-nined, swallowing each other's rods, feasting on them and bringing each other to the brink of orgasm, then backed off, teasing, and began again.
Finally they could hold back no longer. Finn was on his back again, Will straddling him on his knees. "You ready, dude?"
"Right there with you, kid," Finn laughed. "Let's do it." They grabbed each other's cock and stroked hard, gazing into each other's sparkling eyes. The sparkle turned to a smile then laughter as they pounded each other to a climax. "I'm gonna cum," Will yelled. "I love you, dude," Finn shouted and together they spurted jizz all over Finn's abs and chest.
Will fell forward on top of Finn, they wrapped their arms round each other and rolled over on the bed laughing with joy. They ended up spooning again, Will behind Finn, an arm draped over his chest. He felt his chest heaving as his breathing subsided, but then ... then he realized that Finn's breath was coming in dry sobs.
Will pulled Finn over to face him and said, "Dude, what's the matter?"
"Will, I feel happy, I really do ... but I know it can't last. Dude, when Miguel chucks me out and I have to leave the tribe can we still be friends ... can we still see each other? I mean, you're all I'll have left."
"Finn, we're in bullshit land again. Number one, we will always be friends no matter what happens. But nothing will happen. Even if Miguel has given up on you, which I doubt, there's always gonna be a place for you in the tribe. Bob and Randy would see to that. But don't cross your bridges, dude. Miguel will probably phone you, you'll see. In the meantime, let's take a quick shower `cos we've got a meal to cook."
DARIUS REPORTS BACK TO BASE
They kissed and Will scrambled off the bed. "Jeez look at the time. I better tell them there's been a delay. He went to the door and on a whim grabbed his chef's hat to show he was at least working on dinner. He opened the door halfway and the guys looked up from the blanket.
They had all heard the laughter coming from the shack and now saw the odd sight of Will stark naked except for the chef's hat perched on his mop of red hair. "Sirs, sorry sirs but there's been a slight delay. But dinner will be ready real soon. I just have to heat it up. Sorry, sirs."
The door closed and the guys burst out laughing. "Hmm," Darius frowned, rubbing his chin. "Wonder what the delay could be?"
"Well," Jason said, "let's do the math here. Naked chef, except for the hat. Probably another naked chef inside. Both of them horny after watching our group sex." He frowned in thought. "Nah. Probably just trouble lighting the oven ... those old stoves can be tricky.
Amid more laughter Darius got up, walked away from the group and sat in the chair on the sand that Finn had been tied to. Time he gave a report to Miguel and to Bob. He pulled out his phone and called Miguel first. He gave a full account of how Finn had behaved – his surliness on the drive up here; his tantrum and rudeness to Will; his punishment tied to the doorframe; and now his apparent reconciliation with Will by making love.
Darius gave his opinion on how Finn had reacted to all these events and what his current frame of mind was. "But I just want you to know, Miguel, that things have calmed down, we're all having fun and I'm sure Finn won't give us any more problems.
"Young Will has had a lot to do with that, sir. He's an incredible kid, understands everything Finn has gone through in his life and they have this connection. They've become real close, love each other, and Will has gone out of his way to help Finn. He more than anyone has pulled him through this mess. Just thought you should know that, sir.
"Miguel, I know Finn acted horribly to you and how difficult he's always been. No one would blame you if you ... oops, that's the sound of me going too far, sir. Sorry about that. Anyway, that's my report, sir, and I'll leave the rest to you."
Miguel thanked him non-committally and rang off. Next Darius called Bob who was with Randy and the twins and put him on speaker so they could hear. Darius gave them a brief rundown on Finn but spent most of his time singing Will's praises.
"I never realized what a really wonderful kid Will is. He gave us all a shrewd explanation of why Finn behaves the way he does and suggested we should all demonstrate to him what kindness and happiness can look like – so we did. Then it seems Will made love to Finn and right now they're in the shack cooking dinner. He's just such a great kid. You must be real proud of him."
WAITING FOR THE PHONE TO RING
After all that intensity the group settled down to their mini-vacation at the beach and Finn at last blended in. He looked to Darius for guidance and to Will for friendship.
However, the ever-astute Will sensed an edge to Finn and knew he was waiting for a call from Miguel – a call that never came. Every time anyone's cell phone rang Finn jumped, and his face fell when he realized it wasn't his. He took Miguel's silence as an ominous sign and confided in Will that he was sure his relationship with Miguel was at an end.
Darius did not tell Finn that he had called Miguel. Miguel had given him no sign of how he felt or what he was going to do with Finn – he was playing his cards close to his vest. So without any definite news, Darius did not want to give Finn any false hope. Darius had half expected that Miguel would call Finn after their phone conversation, and he too privately thought it a bad sign that Miguel had not contacted his boy ever since he arrived here.
That night Will wanted to stay close with Finn, so after dinner he asked Darius if he could walk down to Zack's shack with them and stay the night there. "I wouldn't crowd you, Darius. I could sleep on the couch. I just wanna be close to Finn `cos he ..."
Darius grinned. "William, my boy, don't talk such nonsense. Of course you should stay close to Finn, and no you will not sleep on the couch. Finn would hate that. Zack installed a big bed in the shack for a situation just like this, so we'll all sleep together. We'll help Finn feel he belongs ... to us, at least, if not any more to ... ah, there goes my mouth again. Forget I said that, bro."
Will was also aware that this arrangement would leave Jason and Ben alone, unlike last night when they were a threesome. The fireman and his boy hadn't had much alone time so this would make up for it. As for Eddie he was jumping up and down eager to pitch the tent that Hassan had brought. They both loved sleeping under canvas and Eddie felt the dunes would be romantic, with the sound of the waves hissing on the shore and the breeze in the dune grass.
A BLEAK FUTURE?
Night settled over the beach and whatever went on in the two shacks and the tent in the dunes was known only to the occupants, not even to the seagulls wheeling overhead like sentinels.
Will watched Finn as he fell asleep. Finn had left his cell phone on the night table right by him in case it should ring in the night. That brought tears to Will's eyes, he felt a wave of affection for his friend and snuggled close to him.
In the morning it had been decided that the group would reassemble at Mark's shack where the kitchen was bigger and Will, Ben and Finn could rustle up a good hot breakfast for everyone. A gloomy resignation had settled over Finn, accepting the fact that he was no longer Miguel's boy.
As they tramped along the beach toward Mark's shack he said quietly, "I guess that's it, Will ... it's all over. If Miguel still wanted me he would have phoned by now, so it's obvious. I think I'll call him and say goodbye to him so it'll be easier on him, not having to give me bad news – you know, make it seem like both of us want to break up."
"Like hell you will," Will protested. "This is Miguel's decision one way or the other – and I for one haven't given up." Finn heaved a despairing sigh, a sure sign that he had given up."
His spirits rose a little over the rambunctious breakfast but after they cleared it away Finn had made up his mind. "Will, I've decided to ask Darius if we can go back to town early. So first I wanna clear up the shack and pack our gear like it's a done deal. Will you come and help me?"
Will protested lamely but it was clear Finn's mind was made up, so of course Will went with him. They set out on the two-mile walk back to Zack's shack and trudged along the beach in silence. There didn't seem anything else to be said, though Will tried to say something positive. "Finn, we'll all be home tomorrow and I'll come straight to see you."
"If I'm still there, dude."
"Of course you will be. If the worst happens go and see Bob. He'll take care of you and know what to do." He grinned. "Don't tell Randy though or he might start slugging people."
That attempt at humor fell flat and they continued their trek in silence. After a while Finn said, "Oh shit, see that?" He pointed to a speck in the distance down the beach. "I don't wanna see anyone, dude, especially a stranger. Which direction they going in?"
Will squinted. "Getting bigger. Looks like they're coming this way. Don't worry, dude, I'll do the charm thing. "Hi, nice weather ... have a nice walk ... have a nice day."
That raised a wan smile and as they walked on the figure got larger. It was a lone man. They squinted. Looked like he was wearing jeans, no shirt ... the shirt was thrown over his shoulder ... his broad shoulder ... his broad muscular shoulder ...
Finn grabbed Will's arm in a panic. "It's him, dude ... Miguel. I can't see him, I can't talk to him. I'm going back."
"You are staying right here, buddy. You gotta face the music sooner or later."
Finn walked forward as if in a trance and Will hung back. Yes it was Miguel barefoot in jeans, his shirt thrown over his shoulder. Twenty feet away he stopped. Finn stopped too. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Then Miguel smiled, "Those shorts look great on you, Finn. I knew they would." He held his arms out wide. Finn stumbled forward, Miguel wrapped his arms round him and held him tight.
Finn was sobbing and mumbling incoherently. "Sir, I'm sorry ... please ... I was so ... I didn't mean to ... I just ... I just ..."
"Hey enough of that, kid. Time enough to get into all that later. Right now you dry your tears." He pulled back, smiled and gently brushed the tears from Finn's cheeks. "I expected to find you at Zack's shack and when you weren't there I guessed you must be with Darius and Jason at Mark's shack. So I set out along the beach and ... and here we are ... together."
Finn was overcome, speechless. Miguel looked over the boy's shoulder and saw Will walking quietly away. "Hey, Will, wait a minute." Will turned round, blinking behind his glasses, and said shyly. "Sir, I think I'm what Bob calls `de trop'. You know – three's a crowd."
"Come here for a minute, Will. Yeah, I am gonna take Finn back to the shack `cos we have a lot to go over. But before you leave I gotta say something. Darius called me and told me what a friend you've been to Finn. Seems you almost single-handedly sorted everything out. I was thinking of a way to thank you and came up with something.
"At my hotel we're gonna be hiring a couple of new assistant chefs and as the executive chef I would give you a job in a heartbeat. But I know how you love working with the twins and in the tribe so I had another idea. Until we hire the new guys we're shorthanded during the week and I wondered if you would like to come and help us out – just a couple of days, when you're free."
Will gulped. "Me, sir? In the kitchen of the Ritz Carlton? Helping you, sir?"
"Good, I'll take that as a yes. Think about it, kiddo, and we'll set it up. Now I'm gonna take Finn back to the shack `cos we got a lot of ground to cover."
"Thank you sir ... I ... yes, sir ... thank you sir." He grinned at Finn, then turned and almost skipped back along the beach.
Finn finally found his tongue. "Thank you for doing that sir. I love Will, he's been my rock through all the... he's gonna love your plan for him."
"Oh he's not the only one kid," Miguel smiled as they walked back to Zack's shack. "I have plans for you too. The reason I didn't call you is that I wanted to sort it all out first but I might as well tell you now."
Finn couldn't believe that Miguel was not even mentioning his bad behavior, like it had never happened. He was talking about the future. And his next question surprised him even more.
"You like your job working in the garden don't you, Finn?"
"Er, yes, I love it, sir. I had big plans for the garden until ..."
"Well, I've had talks with Grady's lover Mario who's a landscape architect as you know, and with Bob, who says you've done wonders with the garden. But I don't want a boy of mine to be just a gardener. I want you to take a course in landscape artistry that Mario recommends highly.
"And when you've completed that, Bob wants you to completely redesign the grounds of the compound. You'll have Tyler to help you and you'll probably need to hire a couple more boys – but you'll be in charge as the landscape artist."
Again Finn was lost for words. His mind was reeling. "Sir, I ... I don't know what to say, I ... But all that other stuff ... the stuff I said to you and ..."
"Oh sure were gonna go into all that now ... lot to say ... and do," Miguel grinned. "It'll take a while. Ah, there's the shack. Any questions before we go in?"
`Yes, sir. Are you gonna fuck me, sir?"
"Of course I am. I'm gonna make love to you and fuck you a lot. But only if it's what you want."
"Oh yes I do, sir. I want it more than anything in the world."
TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 453
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