A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 454 By Rob Williams

Chapter 454 – "THE HOTHEADED MECHANIC GOES ROGUE"

IN THIS CHAPTER

After his good work at the beach young Will is rewarded by being double-double-teamed by Randy, Bob and the twins. Chaos erupts in the tribe when Randy's son, the macho young mechanic Pablo, injures the handsome Italian Mario in a savage sexual attack. Mario's film-star lover Grady, the big-screen Tarzan, takes sexual revenge on gypsy boss Randy in a dramatic act like a scene from his movie. ___________________________________________________________________

*********** IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER ***********

Miguel and his boy Finn had always had a contentious relationship. Finn had been a street hustler before Miguel took him on as his boy. He liked his rough, handsome bad-boy image and welcomed the challenge.

Miguel had been described by one of the tribe as "a tough dominant guy, totally gorgeous and built like a brick shithouse, who really loves Finn." So he put up with a lot of Finn's bullshit and dealt with his tantrums calmly until the day when the shit hit the fan – they had a blazing row and Miguel ordered him out of his sight.

But the next day Miguel followed Finn up to the beach shack where he knew he had gone. Finn had realized how much he loved and needed Miguel and regretted his rebellious behavior. They had talked it all out and reconciled, and Miguel had a suggestion. "We need a way to offload all this bullshit and get back to basics." He smiled playfully. "So let's turn back the clock and start over from the beginning, when I first met you. Only this time we'll rewrite the script."

He subjected "the new" Finn to a sexual fantasy – a "job interview" for acceptance as his boy that required Finn to submit to Miguel's sexual lusts. Then they switched roles and the macho master surrendered his ass to the tough dominant boy. The climax came when they were joined by the fireman Jason and the Marine Hassan, two senior masters of the tribe who were also staying at the beach, and the action culminated in a wild four-way fuck.

When the games were over and Jason and Hassan had left them alone in the shack Finn snuggled next to Miguel and said, "I sure liked your new script, sir. How did you like the play?"

"Best thing I ever saw. Loved the guy who played the bad-ass. And I always like a happy ending, don't you? So now let's look to the future – our future together and your new job."

Miguel had already explained the new job to Finn in their reconciliation talk earlier. "Finn, after you stormed out yesterday I came to the conclusion that we need to build up your self-esteem. What you've never had is a job that challenged you, that made you feel good about yourself. I've watched you working in the garden and seen the joy on your face – and that was the key.

"I had long 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 design that Mario recommends highly. Then Bob wants you to 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."

Now, as they lay together post-sex Finn said, "I'm really stoked about that, sir, and I know I can make a go of it. I already have a ton of ideas for the garden and Mario has helped a lot – he's such a cool guy. When he has time – like when his lover Grady is away filming on location – he comes down to the house and works in the garden with Tyler and me. We all get along real well and, as you know, sometimes on our break me and Tyler fool around and fuck.

"Tell you the truth, I think Tyler has a crush on Mario and wants to have sex with him but Mario so far hasn't done anything cos Tyler is Pablo's boy. Course, like Randy always says, all the guys of the tribe are so close that guys can fool around with anyone else as long as it stays in the tribe."

"Yeah," Miguel nodded, "I know that, Finn, but I would steer clear of Pablo. He's very possessive of Tyler and, well, maybe he goes overboard with that master/boy thing. And of course he can flare up in a rage all of a sudden, just like his dad Randy. So Mario is right to steer clear of those rocks where Pablo's concerned."

Miguel was right. Which was to become painfully clear when one day Mario steered too close to the rocks and the wreckage caused waves that engulfed the tribe.

********************* CHAPTER 454 *********************

THOUGHTS TURN TO HOME

After Miguel and Finn showered together they walked back up the beach to Mark's shack to celebrate their reunion with the other guys – Jason and his boy Ben; Hassan and his boy Eddie. Also Darius and Will, who had both played a major part bringing Miguel and Finn back together.

Motor-mouth Eddie especially loved stories like this one involving men, boys, drama and sex. He asked endless questions to get all the down-and-dirty details that he would later share with the other guys back home, holding court surrounded by amazed wide-eyed boys.

The boisterous celebration at the beach – surfing and partying, with an ever-changing buffet of food – went on through the rest of the day until late into the evening. At last they staggered to their respective shacks or tents in the dunes and those who weren't too drunk made love, still riding on waves of joy. Others simply fell into each other's arms and slept in late next morning.

Will and the boys managed to pull breakfast together, another buffet that the guys approached blearily, some still nursing hangovers with pots of black coffee. The mood, while still festive, had mellowed out from yesterday's revels. Men took their boys jogging down the beach or simply lazed on the sand in front of the shack. Darius and Miguel even got in a quiet game of chess.

Slowly thoughts turned to home and they teamed up to clean up the shacks and leave them, as Darius put it, "just as we found them, ready for the next guys."

Hassan chuckled, "Let's hope the next guys don't live through as much drama as we did."

"Wouldn't count on that, sir," Darius grinned. "Drama is a specialty of the tribe, you know that." That comment later turned out to be prophetic – in a major way.

By late afternoon the convoy was ready to leave as men and boys paired up. Finn of course rode with Miguel, Eddie with Hassan and Ben with Jason. "Which means you're stuck with me, kiddo," Darius said to Will. "We made quite a team up here solving the problems of the world."

Darius was one of Will's favorites and he smiled, "Love it, as long as I can rest my hand on that ten-inch bulge in your shorts."

"Hey," Eddie yelled as he got into Hassan's jeep. "No stopping to get your rocks off guys. Only blow-jobs on the move."

"Our sex tour director has spoken," Darius laughed, ruffling Will's mop of red hair.

"WELCOME HOME, RED"

After a non-stop three-hour drive the convoy finally pulled up at the gates of the tribe's compound in the Mount Washington area of Los Angeles. In a scramble of bodies and noise they unloaded their gear and walked to their various homes, the boys eager to tell their stories.

Hassan and Eddie crossed the street to the large duplex they shared with ranger Pete and his boy Brandon. Brandon reached up from his wheelchair and Eddie bent down to hug him. "Dude," Brandon sad, "we've been hearing all these crazy reports of hot action in the dunes. What happened?"

Inevitably Eddie opened his eyes wide, raised his palms and said theatrically, "Dude you will not believe ..." And he was off and running.

Miguel, Finn and Darius went into the main house and up to the second floor – a suite of apartments they shared with three other guys. Miguel's black lover Zack gave him and Finn a dazzling smile that lit up his ebony features. "Damn, it's good to see you two back together. Thought I was gonna have to tie you up together and fuck some common sense into you. Come to think of it, that's still an option. But right now let's celebrate."

Next door Darius barged in on Pablo and his boy Tyler who were lying on the bed still breathless after Pablo had fucked Tyler, which he always did when he got home hot and horny from his work as head mechanic at the construction site. "Hey bro," Pablo grinned, "I hear you sorted out that mess with Miguel and Finn real good. Pull up a beer and give us the scoop."

Meanwhile an excited Will made straight for the kitchen. The twins were not there but he could see that they had done all the prep for dinner so he assumed they were taking their pre-rush break, probably next door at Bob and Randy's house.

The young freckle-faced redhead went into the house and up to the bedroom where he backed off embarrassed when he saw the two bosses of the tribe, Bob and Randy, lying near-naked on the bed. Like Pablo and Tyler they had just had sex after Randy got home from the construction site. As usual he had such a roaring need for Bob's ass they had not waited to rip off all their clothes off, so Randy was still wearing his sweaty old tank top and Bob his V-neck T-shirt.

"Sorry, sirs," Will muttered and turned to leave.

"Hey, Red, get your ass in here." Will turned back and saw Randy leap off the bed and stride toward him, his huge cock still dripping with cum after pulling out of Bob's ass. In a bone-crushing hug he wrapped his arms round Will who was overwhelmed with the gypsy's powerful sexuality – the smell of sweat and semen, the crush of his muscular body and the heavy stubble of his jaw scraping against Will's cheek.

"The hero comes home," Randy said. "From everything we hear you saved the day up there."

Will blinked behind his glasses. "I just made friends with Finn is all, sir. I think love and friendship solve problems better then shouting and swinging fists. He winced. "Oh sorry, sir ..."

But Randy roared with laughter. "Score one for you, Red. You sure know how to cut a man down to size."

"Sorry, sir. I didn't mean to ..."

"Don't worry, William, it's good for him," Bob said, pulling Will into a hug. "And it does seem you have a knack for sizing men up. Darius told us how you really saw deep inside Finn and came up with a solution to his problem. The twins are really proud of you."

"Where are they, sir?"

"They're on their break and they took Norman for a walk ... ah, I hear them coming now."

WILL GETS TRIPLE TEAMED

The door opened and Will's pug Norman burst in and ran squealing up to Will who scooped him up in his arms and let him lick his face. "Hey, Norman, you miss me?"

"He sure did," said Kyle. "Kept looking everywhere for you." Kevin smiled, "We missed you too, Will. The kitchen seems empty without you."

"Hey, you two," Randy chuckled. "After his performance in the dunes don't you think your kid deserves some kind of reward? You know damn well what he wants. I'm gonna drag Bob in the shower and lather him up, so the bed is yours. We warmed it up just for you."

Bob let himself be pulled into the bathroom but Will frowned at the twins. "Sirs, shouldn't we be working on dinner? Now that our group is back from the beach it'll be quite a crowd tonight."

"Well, we're sure gonna need your help, Will," Kyle said looking at his watch. "But we've got a while yet, eh Kev?"

"For our boy, always," Kevin smiled. "Dinner can be a bit late – the guys won't be in a hurry. Those who are not fucking are gathered around Eddie listening to his lurid tales of lust in the dust. Impossible to interrupt Eddie when he's in full flood. Still, we should make it kinda quick."

"No problem there, sir," said Will. He pulled off his shirt, dropped his shorts and flopped naked on his back on the bed wearing only his sneakers."

"Will you look at that, bro?" Kyle said. "Guess he didn't get much up there in the dunes."

"That's where you're wrong, sir. Me and Ben had plenty of action with Jason. Actually there were four us if you count Jason's picture in the fireman's calendar. We all jerked off on it."

"Hm, we can't match that," Kevin said. "We don't have a picture of us and if we did it wouldn't come close to that hunky fireman. That's pornographic – what Bob calls a masturbatory image."

"Oh I don't need a mast ... mastab ... what you said, sir. I've got the real thing."

The twins exchanged looks and shrugged. "So, Kev, looks like we better give the boy what he's been missing uh?" They stood at the foot of the bed knowing what always turned Will on most. Talk about masturbatory images! This is what Will dreamed of at nights – the twins' foreplay before fucking him, foreplay that was not with Will but with each other.

The handsome, identical jocks smiled down at Will then turned to each other and kissed. When they pulled apart they gazed into each other's eyes and Will got hard imagining the effect of each boy seeing his own reflection in the eyes of an identical twin – a quadruple set of mirrors.

With perfectly synchronized movements the mirror effect continued. It was like one man looking at his own reflection as they reached forward, smiled and slowly pulled off each other's shirt, then tweaked each other's nipples in rolling fingertips. As always they communicated wordlessly through their eyes having perfected the language of thoughts over many years of making love. By now Will too could sometimes read their thoughts and knew what came next.

He instinctively stroked his cock as Kevin sank to his knees and wrapped his mouth round his brother's cock. Kyle ran his fingers through his brother's hair and watched his mouth slide up and down his long shaft. Will could also sense when Kyle was near his climax so it was no surprise when he pulled out just in time, the brothers switched roles and Kyle knelt before Kevin.

As Will watched the stunning twins make love he had a fleeting sense that they would cum together, but he dismissed the thought, knowing that they were doing this as much for him as for themselves. And the certainty that the brothers would next turn their attention – and their hard cocks – on him brought him so close to orgasm that he pulled his hand off his cock. He clamped his hands on the sides of the bed, closed his eyes tight and willed himself not to cum.

When he opened his eyes the twins were both on their feet smiling at each other and they kissed again. He gripped the bed tight, knowing the slightest touch of his cock would make it erupt. Suddenly they turned and smiled down at Will, their rigid cocks dripping pre-cum.

"Did you think we had forgotten you, Will?" Kevin asked. "We couldn't do that." Kyle said. "You're our hero after what you did for Finn. But there's just one other thing though ..."

"Hey, what's happening?" That was Randy coming out of the bathroom with Bob, both with towels wrapped round their waist.

"Well, sir," Kyle said, "we actually could use your advice. See we want to reward Will for his performance up at the beach but it seems that `performance' went farther than we thought. He confessed to us that he fucked with Jason and with Ben."

"Hmm, that serious eh?" Bob said stroking his jaw. "Is that true William? Exactly how many men did you have sex with up there?"

Nervous at the change of tone in the room Will said, "Well, sir, I jerked off Ben and Jason on the drive up, then Ben and me sucked off Jason while he slept. Then we all jerked off over Jason's picture and I fooled around with Ben. Later on I fucked Finn and he fucked me – we kinda took it in turns."

"Wow, quite the little horn-dog," Bob said. "What d'you think, Randy?"

"Well it's obvious," the gypsy growled. "Can't let him get away with that. I mean, is he the twins' boy or ain't he? All that sex he'll have nothing left for them. Guys, you gotta show him who's boss around here. And it looks like you're gonna need our help."

By now Will knew they were playing with him but there was still an edge of nervousness about what would happen to him. It started simply enough when Kyle said, "Me first," and knelt on the bed. He spat on his cock, pushed Will's legs back and eased his cock in his ass. Although Will had felt this so many times it always thrilled him. Kyle was slightly the more aggressive of the twins and Will loved the way his cock drove in, almost to the edge of pain but not quite.

He gazed up at the handsome young face as he reamed his ass, but pretty soon it was replaced by another face, identical to the first, as one cock pulled out and another entered him. And that's how it went as the twins took turns in his ass. This is what drove Will wild, being penetrated by both his masters in a seamless fuck that made him so dazed he could hardly tell when one replaced the other.

Even though he was not touching his cock he knew he couldn't hold back much longer when Randy (always the master of ceremonies) said, "Not enough boys. He fucked himself senseless at the beach and forgot he had two masters. You gotta drum it into him what that means."

"Go it, sir." Kyle pulled out of Will's ass and pulled him off the bed, where he was replaced by Kevin lying on his back. Will knew what that meant. He knelt on the bed straddling Kevin's waist. Kyle pushed down on his shoulder with one hand and guided Kevin's cock in his ass with the other. Will was forced to sit, his ass impaled on Kevin's rod.

"Ride it boy," Kyle ordered. "Ride your master's cock." Will was happy to obey, rising up and down while Kevin smiled up at him. Bob stood at the head of the bed, dropped his towel and pointed his cock at Will's face."

"Do you want this too, William?" Bob asked gently.

"Yes please, sir." Will leaned forward and Bob slid his cock down his throat. Will had always loved Bob, the handsome co-leader of the tribe, from the first day he saw him, and he was in heaven as Bob's shaft filled his mouth while Kevin's filled his ass. He could have spilled his load like this right now, but had a sense that there was more to come.

He was right. Leaning forward to Bob he felt Kyle's greasy finger pushing into his ass while Kevin fucked him. He knew instantly what that meant. It had happened to him before – he did have two masters after all – and he loved it, but it always scared him a bit. His head jerked back and Bob pulled out of his mouth and knelt on the floor,

Will stared at the handsome, sculpted face inches from his and Bob smiled, "Only if you want it, Will, you know that. Do you want it – both brothers inside you?"

"Yes, sir, very much. Only I'm a bit scared, sir."

"So look into my eyes, Will. You know I'll always take care of you." Will gazed into the steady, deep brown eyes and felt safe. But he winced at the stab of pain as he felt Kyle's cock slid into him on top of his brother's. "Oh ... I ..." Bob's warm lips closed softly over his and the tension flowed out of his body, replaced by an overwhelming joy. Bob pulled back and smiled. "Both the twins are inside you, Will. They are making love to you and to each other, all three of you together as it should be. Does it feel good?"

"Feels ... feels awesome, sir."

"Good. I know how it feels for them too `cos they've done it to me, and I know they'll cum pretty soon. But before that happens I think someone else has something to say. Bob kissed him again, then stood up and Will heard. "Hey, can I get a slice of the action here?"

Will looked up at Randy, buck naked, his huge stiff cock pointing straight at his face. The handsome gypsy's swarthy face flashed a gleaming smile. "Hey, Red. You want it? You wanna drink the boss's jizz?"

"Yes please, sir. Very much sir." It was perfect – getting double teamed by the twins and face fucked by big boss Randy, his hero. He opened his mouth wide and the thick shaft pushed inside. Well taught by Eddie, Will took it all the way down and gagged only once. He knew how savage Randy could be but now he was gentle as he grabbed Will's tousled red hair and pulled his face slowly down on his cock.

Will found himself the center of a euphoric triple fuck that dazed him. The twins loved the feel of their cocks sliding against each other in their boy's ass and Will was enthralled by the gypsy's cock filling his mouth. He was spinning into a world of sexual delights that threatened to overwhelm him. It was all so intense that, as Bob had said, it could not last long. Soon Kyle was kissing the back of his neck and saying, "OK Will, you ready? Here it comes."

Will gave a muffled scream into the gag of the huge cock as he was filled with semen, the twins pouring it in his ass and Randy erupting in his mouth. In a daze he swallowed hard, his body jerked and his cock spurted cum all over Kevin's smooth body beneath him.

Even as his mind reeled, Randy pulled out and, with cum running down his chin he looked up at Bob who was stroking his cock and smiling down at him. "Well done, William. Here's my reward ..." Will blinked as semen spurted from Bob's cock and splashed in his face, a fitting and triumphant end to Will's big adventure in the dunes.

"YOU GOTTA LOVE THAT KID"

From his basket on the floor Norman yawned. He had watched all this many times before and, while he didn't understand it, he sensed that his master was happy which made him happy too.

Slowly the twins eased out of their boy and lay down beside him as Bob and Randy smiled down at them, a close knit family of five with Will at the center. But suddenly Will opened his eyes and looked at the clock on the wall. "Is that the time? He jumped up off the bed and said, "Guys, we gotta get back to the kitchen and start dinner."

Randy and Bob looked at the naked boy, his freckled face topped by a tangled mass of red hair, cum running down his face, out of his mouth and dripping on his body, and semen running down his legs. That image was totally incongruous with the stern look on his face and the order he had given the twins. Randy roared with laughter. "Damn right, kid. Hey you guys, the boss just gave you your marching orders. Get moving."

The twins stood up, put their arms over Will's shoulder and they crowded into the shower. Randy watched them leave and grinned at Bob. "You gotta love that kid. Two dicks in his ass, one in his mouth, smothered in jism, and his only worry is that dinner's gonna be late."

He needn't have worried as all the guys showed up at the table at the same time as the food. It was an even noisier meal than usual as they fired question at the group who had just returned from the dunes. After the subject of sexual exploits had been exhausted the conversation turned to the big news of Finn's promotion from gardener to landscape designer and the remodeling of the grounds.

That project should have brought joy to the tribe but that's not how it started out. Not at all.

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MARIO & TYLER

The next day Mario came down from the Grady House for a meeting with Bob, Finn and his young pal Tyler. It was a preliminary meeting to explore the basic outlines of the project and establish a step by step plan of action. Mario was an expert landscape artist so he made most of the suggestions with input from Bob and Finn. As the junior member of the team Tyler stayed largely silent, in awe of the other three – especially Mario.

Tyler was a shy young kid of eighteen and worshipped his master, the tough mechanic Pablo. He also loved working with Finn in the garden as his assistant and was thrilled at the prospect of helping him and Mario with the landscaping project. He looked up to Finn, the macho streetwise tough guy whom he regarded almost as a big brother, and in their breaks after working hard they often fooled around and had sex – always with Finn as top-man

Tyler also had a huge crush on Mario, the handsome, sophisticated Italian lover of the big movie star Grady. He regarded Mario with awe, a man from a different world, so far above him, he thought.

The meeting was productive and they set up a schedule where Mario would come to the house and work with Finn and Tyler whenever Grady's film schedule permitted. The next few days were long days at the studio for Grady, leaving Mario free to be here.

The first couple of days went well as they walked round the garden and staked out the various elements of the plan. They got their hands dirty too, clearing brush from areas where work was to begin first.

On the third day Finn had to go to the college to register for his landscaping course, leaving Mario alone with Tyler to do more preparation of the site. Having Mario to himself made Tyler bolder and he had a permanent boner in his shorts as he watched the shirtless Italian, his black hair falling over his handsome face, his muscles rippling as he tugged at stubborn shrubs.

Mario knew of Tyler's lust for him and he was not immune to affection and even sexual attraction to the boy. Mario lived in Grady's sophisticated, high-power world of the movies and loved the contrast of the boy's simplicity and youthful eagerness. It would have been natural out here alone in the garden for them to do as Tyler and Finn did, relax by making love in a quiet corner shaded by trees.

But one thing held Mario back. Pablo. The tough young mechanic was Randy's adopted son and strove to copy the big gypsy boss in every way, his dominance and even his anger that erupted without warning when something or someone annoyed him. Pablo had been the first of the senior boys to get a boy of his own and he was very possessive of Tyler. Randy, of course, was a natural master, supremely confident in dealing with a boy, with none of Pablo's new-master insecurities.

Tyler beat a hesitant path to the subject on his mind. As he knelt shoulder to shoulder with Mario digging up weeds he told Mario stories of what he and Finn got up to on their breaks. He plucked up his courage and asked, "Sir, does gardening ever make you horny?"

"Ah si, bambino. Working close to the earth always rouses ... how do you say ... carnal instincts?" He smiled. "And I know where you are going with this, amico. You are wondering if you and I could ... come si dice ... fool around?" Tyler blushed deeply and remained silent.

"It is completely natural, Tyler, and I would love to but ... but you are Pablo's boy."

"Oh that don't matter, sir. Pablo knows I fool around with Finn and he don't mind. It's Randy's rule. He says everyone in the tribe is so close that it's OK to have sex with any of the guys as long as it stays in the tribe."

Mario knew of the rule, of course, and was well aware it was widely implemented. He himself had made love to many men in the tribe, and Grady had too, and it did not affect their undying love for each other. Still he hesitated. But as they worked together and the sun beat down on them Mario felt a stronger attachment to the boy whose desire burned so brightly in him.

"Time to take a break, amico. We are weary and weary workers do not work well. Let's relax over here under the tree. They crawled into the shade of the tree and flopped on their backs on the grass side by side.

"Hmm, perfetto," Mario sighed. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. After a few minutes he felt fingers touch the back of his hand and stroke his forearm. He could almost feel the heat of Tyler's desire rising from his body and he turned his head and smiled at him. Tyler grinned shyly and said softly, "Please, sir."

He was so cute, so nervous and he wanted it so badly. So what was the harm in it ... just this once ...?

A PIG OF A DAY

Work was winding down at the construction site and it had been a pig of a day – one of those days where everything that could go wrong did go wrong. They were running behind schedule and over-budget and Randy was on a rampage, yelling at everyone and picking a fist fight with one of the crew who had the nerve to talk back to him.

Pablo bore the brunt of the storm. Two trucks were out of commission and he had ordered the wrong parts to fix one of them, much to Randy's disgust. "I need those fucking trucks, boy, and you fucked up. If you can't do the job I'll damn well get someone who can."

Tears sprang to the eyes of the usually tough, dominant young mechanic. One thing he hated more than anything was making Randy mad at him, and this threat was like a punch to the gut. He in turn yelled at his assistant Ben until tears rolled down the boy's face.

Randy didn't trust himself not to slug someone else so he cut out early, yelling at Pablo, "You work till the damn thing's fixed, boy. Otherwise ..." He left the threat hanging in the air and stormed off the site.

Back at the house Bob heard Randy's truck screech to a halt and the door slam. He knew the signs well – and knew what Randy needed. When he was in a rage the only one way of venting his anger was physical action – meaning sexual. Bob knew he was in for a savage fuck, which did not alarm him. He was used to it, welcomed it. It was the part of Randy that had attracted him in the first place – the powerful construction boss magnificent in his roaring machismo.

Sure enough the door flew open and the wild, muscular gypsy burst in, his stubbled jaw and fists clenched, his long shaggy black hair swinging round his dark, chiseled face. Bob stood up only to be pushed back on the bed and Randy yanked his monster cock out of his pants. Bob braced for the onslaught and gasped as the long thick shaft rammed into him.

A BRUTAL ATTACK

Back at the site Pablo and Ben were putting the finishing touches to the second truck which was easier to fix. Still there were glitches and Pablo got madder every time it failed to start. By the time it was done he was raging as bad as Randy had been. "OK, kid, we're done. Early start tomorrow and we'll work on the other one." Ben was used to Pablo's rages, just like Randy's, but he was relieved to leave the site and go home to the safety of Jason's arms.

Pablo raced home in his truck with the same goal in mind as Randy had had. His own ass had many times been the target of Randy's anger when he ordered him into his trailer office, sprawled him over the drafting table and ploughed him for sexual release. Now Pablo was the master and he needed his own boy's ass – he needed it bad to assert himself as a master after being humbled so brutally by Randy..

At the house he leapt out of his truck and stormed upstairs. He flung open the door to their apartment ... "Fuck!" He slammed his fist against the wall. Tyler was not there waiting for him. Damn he needed that ass. Must be still working in the garden. He stormed outside, strode through the garden and heard sounds coming from under a tree. He pushed through the bushes and stopped in his tracks.

He froze, trying to focus, unable to believe his eyes. His boy, his own boy, was on his back with his legs pushed back, getting fucked in the ass by Mario. He stood mesmerized as the two tensed and yelled and Tyler spurted jizz over his own body while Mario came in his ass – in his ass, his boy's ass.

With the blood-curdling howl of a wounded animal Pablo flung himself forward, yanked Mario off his boy and slammed him to the ground. He pulled the terrified Tyler to his feet and slapped the back of his hand across his face. "Mother-fucker," he screamed. "You're supposed to be my boy ... mine! Well not any more, asshole. We're done, finished. Get the fuck out of my sight before I fucking kill you."

Mario, winded on the ground, pleaded, "No, Pablo, don't blame Tyler. It was my fault, please, he only ..."

Pablo whirled round and yelled, "Fuck you, man. Son of a bitch, you fucked my boy, you fucked my boy's ass!" Mario stared up at the muscular mechanic, stripped to the waist in black jeans and boots, saw his blazing eyes and realized he had lost all control.

Pablo kicked Mario over on his stomach and fell on him, pressing his hands on the small of his back, pinning him to the ground. With one hand he ripped open his jeans, yanked out his cock and drove it savagely deep in the Italian's ass making him howl in pain.

It was not only his blind rage that fueled his fuck but the sexual pressure that had built up in anticipation of fucking his boy. His balls were fit to explode as he ramrodded Mario's ass, losing all sense of restraint.

Despite the pain Mario instinctively knew how to react. There was no point trying to fight back. Pablo was much stronger than he was, a strength doubled by his rage. He had to go limp, not tense up, and endure the pain of the pile driver pounding his ass. Equally painful was the sheer weight of Pablo on top of him, especially when he reached forward, grabbed Mario's head and ground his face in the dirt. Then he pinned his arms and pressed them brutally into the ground, almost to the breaking point.

Tyler had not left and now stared down in horror, helpless to intervene, knowing he would only make things worse and get hit again.

Mario tried not to focus on the pain, to steer his thoughts away – to Grady, his love, his home. He clawed the ground in a hopeless attempt to drag himself forward but the implacable pile-driving fuck continued. It felt like his ass was being ravaged, his arms ached and his face was being ground into the dirt.

He felt himself grow weak and tried desperately to remain conscious. Everything started to go dark as he felt the piston pound his ass faster and harder, he heard the yell "mother- fucker!" and felt the cock shudder and erupt in his ass. He breathed deep, rasping breaths as the pain lessened and he was dimly aware of a new commotion.

Finn had returned. He had come to find Mario and Tyler and stumbled across this nightmarish scene. Tyler rushed up to him and pleaded, "Finn, please, he's hurt Mario real bad."

All Finn's street fighting skills came back to him. He leaned down, grabbed Pablo's shoulder and heaved him off Mario, yanking his cock out of his ass. Pablo sprang to his feet and curled his hand round Finn's throat.

"See what your buddy did? He let this douchebag fuck his ass. I want him out of here, he's not my boy or your pal. Ah, get out of my sight." He shoved Finn hard and he fell heavily on the ground next to Mario. "Fuck you, who needs you, any of you? You can all go to hell. I'm outa here." Pablo zipped up his pants, stomped away to the gate and roared away in his truck.

KEEPING CALM AFTER CHAOS

Groaning on the ground Finn said, "Tyler, go get Bob. Fast!"

Tyler had been frozen in fear but jerked back to life and sped through the grounds to Bob's house. He rushed up the stairs and burst into the bedroom where Bob and Randy were still on the bed. Bob had got the ferocious fuck he expected and loved every minute of it, and now that Randy had got his rocks off his anger had abated and they were both mellowing out.

But when Tyler burst in they sprang to life. Bob leapt off the bed and Tyler fell in his arms, talking incoherently. "Sir, there's been ... it was my fault ... but Mario ... he's been ... Pablo came and ..."

"Tyler," Bob said firmly but kindly, gazing into his eyes. "Take a deep breath, calm down and tell me what's happened. Is anyone hurt?"

"Yes, sir. Mario. Him and me were fucking and Pablo came and went crazy and fucked Mario real rough and said I can't be his boy and Finn's hurt too."

"OK Tyler, take us to them right now." Bob pulled on his jeans, Randy his boxer shorts. All three ran out of the house and Tyler led them to the scene of the mayhem where Mario and Finn were lying groaning on the ground. "Mario, don't move," Bob said kneeling beside him. "Let me check you out. Where does it hurt?"

"Bob, I am OK. I don't want a lot of fuss. Nobody is to blame but me. I just want to go home."

"But Mario your face is all scratched, there are bruises on your arms and ..." He saw cum running down the inside of his leg. "Did Pablo do this?"

"He was right, amico," Miguel said weakly. "He had every right. I ... I think I'm going to ..." He rolled over, his stomach heaved and he threw up in the grass. Just then Jamie appeared from his office after seeing Bob run across the lawn. "Jamie," Bob said, trying to stay calm, "is Mark home?"

"No sir. He won't be home for an hour or so. But he taught me how to check for injuries. Let me take a look. He pulled off his T-shirt and wiped Mario's mouth clean, then gently prodded him all over. Mario flinched when he touched his arm and then again when he felt his ass.

"Sir, I think Mario has hurt his arm, there are bruises on it ... looks like he's been held down. And his ass is real sore. I'd say that ..."

"I know, Jamie, I think it's clear what happened and who did this."

"Bob please, no fuss," Mario said softly, "it's all my fault." He winced. "Aaah. I just want to go home to Grady. Is Tyler OK, and Finn? They were hurt too."

Finn pulled himself unsteadily to his feet. "I'm fine, sir. I think I sprained my wrist when I fell but I've had worse. And Tyler has a bruise on his cheek, like he got slapped, but it's not serious. He's just real shook up."

"Jamie," Bob said, "could you do me a big favor and drive Mario up to the Grady House? I'll call Grady and Brian and let them know you're on your way."

"Absolutely, sir." Together he and Bob helped Mario carefully to his feet while Randy turned to Tyler. "Where's Pablo now, kid?"

"I dunno, sir. He was real mad, said we could all go to hell, then he drove away in his truck."

"I'll find him," Randy said. "Can you manage here, buddy?"

"Sure, go find Pablo, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid – anything else."

Still in only his shorts Randy sped away in his truck while the others helped Mario hobble across the garden and into Jamie's truck. Mario managed a painful smile. "Thank you Bob. Please, don't blame anyone but me ..." His voice trailed off as Jamie drove them away.

Bob said, "Finn, go back upstairs and have Miguel put a compress on your wrist. Tell Zack and the others what's happened, but keep it calm, no dramatics, OK?"

Finn gave Tyler a hug and said softly, "Don't worry kiddo, it'll all be OK. We'll take care of you."

He left and Bob said, "Tyler, you're coming with me." He put his arm round him and they went to Bob's house. When they got upstairs delayed shock gripped the boy and he sobbed in Bob's arms. "It was all my fault, sir. I fucked up and now Pablo's chucked me out. He never wants to see me again. What can I do, sir?"

"Tyler, try to calm down. Things are never as bad as they first seem. We'll find a way through this and we'll take care of you. This is your home. Here, have a drink of brandy. He sat the boy down and poured him a brandy. Then he pulled out his phone.

"Hi, Grady ... yeah fine ... well not exactly fine ... there's been an accident ... well, more of an incident really. Mario's been hurt but he's gonna be OK. Jamie's bringing him home now ... Yeah, well it's complicated, Jamie will explain it. Mario's been shaken up and needs you and Brian to take care of him. I suggest a warm bath then a warm bed, preferably with you in it. And a large brandy wouldn't hurt. When Mark comes in I'll send him up there to check Mario out. Don't worry, Grady. Everything's gonna be fine."

He shut off the phone and there was a tap on the door. The twins came in with Will, having heard them come in. "Oh good," Bob said. "Listen guys, there's been a rather bad incident. It seems Mario and Tyler were, er, together in the garden and Pablo saw them, hit the roof and attacked Mario. He fucked him rather badly and Jamie's taken him home. Randy's gone to look for Pablo. And Will, I wonder if you would let Tyler sleep with you tonight?"

"Of course sir. You'll be fine with me, dude."

Tears rolled again. "Will, he's chucked me out. He caught me fucking with Mario and said he never wants to see me again."

Will actually chuckled. "Dude you're the second boy to say that to me recently. Finn had a big fight with Miguel and was sure that Miguel had thrown him out. And look how that turned out – happy as a pig in shit. Come with me, dude, I'll take care of you. It'll be just the two of us. We'll cook our dinner in the upstairs kitchen and I'll even show you the secret to rhubarb pie."

They left and Bob smiled at the twins. "What would we ever do without your Will, eh guys? He'll have a wet shoulder from so many guys crying on it. Stick around a bit, will you? Now it's me who needs a brandy – and your company."

RANDY DEFENDS HIS BOY

Bob collapsed in a chair, the twins poured three brandies and together they tried to make sense of what had happened – and its repercussions.

Bob sighed. "It's serious this time, guys – not your regular fight and forgive deal. Mario of all people, that kind generous guy who everyone loves – especially Grady. God knows what his reaction will be. And Miguel too when he knows Finn got hurt and their landscaping plan is up in flames.

"I can't even get my mind round how everyone else will respond – word is no doubt all over the grapevine already. Look, above all we mustn't let the anger spread `cos it could mushroom out of control. We've gotta behave calmly, keep the regular routine going."

"Don't worry about that, sir," Kyle smiled. "We'll keep the house running, keep things normal."

"Starting with dinner," Kevin added. "We can manage without Will this evening – we always used to before he came here – somehow. Are you OK to be left alone, sir?"

"Sure, of course. Yeah, it's important for dinner to be on time. It'll bring the guys together, stop the rumors from spreading. I'll wait here for Randy to get back. Thanks guys, as always. I'll make it up to you when – and if – this all blows over."

The twins kissed him and headed down to the kitchen. Bob sighed, took a last slug of brandy, then went mechanically through his own routine, tidying the room, making the bed and pulling on his T-shirt. Then he sat on the bed and tried to think through what he should do next. His phone rang – it was Jamie.

"Everything's under control here, sir. Grady and Brian are fussing over Mario, and we've put him to bed. He's drowsy but seems stable so far – keeps saying he wants no fuss. I've called Mark and he's coming straight here to check on him. As a cop he's used to checking guys for injuries and he'll decide if he needs to go to the emergency room, but I'm sure it won't come to that.

"Er, only thing is, I've never seen Grady like this. Once we got Mario settled his mood changed from concern to anger. I mean, he's usually such a fun-loving guy but now he's in a rage. He's crazy in love with Mario, of course, but now he's crazy that someone hurt him. He left the bedroom and I'm not even sure where he is right now. When Mark gets here he'll be able to keep a lid on it, I hope. Any news on Pablo, sir?"

"No, Randy's still out looking for him. Oh wait, I hear his truck. Hopefully he's got Pablo with him. Thanks for everything, Jamie. Keep in touch." Bob shut off the phone and waited tensely.

Randy came in alone, looking drained. "Can't find him. Looked in all the usual places, could be anywhere by now."

"Randy sit down. We have to talk. This could be real serious, sending out ripples that could wash over the whole tribe. We've gotta tread very carefully."

Randy didn't sit but paced the room. "I don't see what all the fuss is about. We had a real rough day at work, I got mad, came home and reamed your ass like I always do. Pablo was the same, came home ready to let off steam and fuck his boy. He saw Mario forcing himself on the kid so he beat the guy up, fucked him good. He was just protecting his boy like any man would."

Bob clenched his fists. This aggressive defense of Pablo was typical Randy who always believed the best form of defense is attack. But this time Bob found it impossible to keep his own anger in check. He sprang to his feet seething.

"Randy that's total bullshit and you know it. Damnit, you'll make up any excuse for that boy of yours. He could set the house on fire and you'd defend him. Pablo copies you in everything including that explosive anger that's got you in trouble so many times. But however angry he was and whatever the provocation, savagely raping a kind, gentle friend like Mario is not the answer. You're almost as much to blame as he is, the way you've raised him to think with his fists, or in this case his dick."

Randy whirled on him, eyes blazing but Bob held his arms out protectively. "Randy let's stop. If you and I come to blows over this so will everyone else and the tribe could unravel."

They faced each other, breath heaving ... and Randy backed off. "Fuck you man," he growled, his usual sign of submission. He sat on the bed, shoulders slumped. "You're right, man, this is on me. If my boy is not here to make amends I have to do it for him."

Their heads jerked up as they heard a screech of tires at the gate. "It's him," Bob said. "Pablo's home."

But he was wrong. When the door crashed open it was Grady.

GRADY'S REVENGE

"Where is he? Where the fuck is your boy?"

Grady was transformed from the laid back fun-loving guy they knew into a raging warrior, shirtless in cargo shorts, his magnificent body tense with anger, fists clenched, his burning eyes fixed on Randy.

"Grady," Bob said as calmly as he could, "Pablo's not here. We don't know where he is. We are deeply sorry for ..."

"My quarrel is not with you, Bob. It's with him, the father of that psycho who just trashed my lover, my Mario." Tears of rage filled his eyes. "Did you see him, that gorgeous man broken and beaten, his beautiful face scratched, body all bruised, his ass shattered by your fucking boy? I want him! I want him here so I can do to him what he did to my man."

"You heard Bob, he's not here," Randy said." The powerful gypsy's usual defiance was muted and it was clear that the fight had gone out of him. "So your fight's with me. Say what you have to say and then leave quietly."

"Leave? Grady yelled. "Lodge a complaint and leave quietly? You're crazy, man, you know that? Just like your boy. You see what he did? You have no fucking idea, do you? You wanna know what he did? I'll fucking show you, man. I was told how it went so I'll damn well show you."

Grady shoved Randy hard, he stumbled backward and fell on his back on the bed. His usual instinct would have been to fight back but now his own words came back to him – `This is on me. If my boy is not here to make amends I have to do it for him.'

So he did not defend himself as Grady dropped his shorts and towered naked over him, out for revenge. Bob watched silently, stunned by how much the handsome, muscular Grady resembled his movie role where the magnificent Tarzan towers over the beaten soldiers, taking his revenge for the way they tortured him. This was Grady's revenge and Bob knew better than to intervene. The scene had to run its course.

But this time Grady was not acting a role. His anger was real, ferocious, and he momentarily hated the man whose boy had savaged his lover. "Let's see what your boy did – let's see how it went. Mario was face down in the dirt ..." Grady flipped Randy over on his stomach. "He was bareassed..." He ripped Randy shorts clear off. "He pinned my lover to the ground like this..." Grady knelt on the bed behind Randy and pressed his hands down on the small of his back.

"Mario pleaded with him but your psychotic boy didn't even hear him. His dick was rock hard with rage lust, just like mine is now. And it speared my lover's ass just as savage as this..."

"Aaagh!" Randy howled as Grady's shaft drove deep in his ass, pulled back and plunged in again. "Yeah, Mario screamed in pain, but your fucking boy didn't hear it did he, `cos he had lost his fucking mind. And he didn't stop, just hammered his ass like this ..."

Bob winced as he watched the brutal fuck continue, the veins bulging in Grady's flexed muscles, his square jaw clenched, his handsome face taut with rage. Randy's head rolled from side to side and Grady said, "Yeah, that's right, that's what my lover did but your boy clamped his hand on his head and ground his face in the dirt like this..." Grady grabbed Randy's head and rubbed his face across the rough blanket.

Randy groaned and reflexively reached up in an attempt to crawl away. "That's right, Mario struggled like that but your psycho grabbed his arms like this, pinned them to the ground, bruising them, almost breaking them."

Randy stopped struggling and gave in to the punishment Pablo should be suffering. His mind reeled at the graphic re-enactment of what Mario had suffered, a result of his boy's uncontrolled rage that he had learned from him. Randy had been savagely fucked before but this time it was fueled by hate and rage and made worse by the knowledge this this was exactly the pain his own boy had inflicted on a beautiful, blameless man they all loved.

Far from abating, Grady's fury increased as he looked down and saw not Randy but Mario, pinned under the brutal mechanic pile-driving his ass. It was not so much the physical pain but the mental agony and shame that made Randy moan, "I'm sorry ... sorry my boy put you and your man through this. Fuck me, hurt me, I deserve it, the blame's mine. I submit to you, man."

"Good," Grady panted. "But Mario never begged, never submitted even when your boy went crazy and hammered his ass like this. But Mario screamed ... let me hear you scream, big guy ... like he did ... let me hear the big gypsy howl while I bust my load in his ass ... Like this ...!!"

"Aaagh... aaagh ..." Randy's screams filled the room as Grady sank his rod deep in his ass and filled it with the juice of his rage and revenge."

The screams' echo faded leaving a stunned silence as Bob stared down at Randy's shuddering naked body. His breath heaving Grady yanked his cock out, slapped the ass contemptuously, and got to his feet. He flipped Randy's limp body over and glared down.

Pulling up his shorts Grady said, "It's over. It's all over. From now on the Grady House is off limits to all of your tribe. Mario and I will live there with just our boy Brian and Danny. I'll add more security if necessary to keep everyone else out. I'll be spending all of tomorrow with my lover in case he suffers delayed shock. I'll call in sick to the studio and they'll have to suspend shooting for the day.

"Way to go, Pablo. The Grady House is off limits and a major motion picture shuts down. Quite the achievement – the boy should be proud of himself." Grady turned and strode from the room.

Bob fell on his knees by the bed and buried his face on Randy's shoulder, emotionally drained. His cell phone rang, he reached for it wearily and put it on speaker.

"Hey, Bob, Randy, you there? It's Mike." Their old friend Mike who lived in Palms Springs with his boy Larry. "Listen guys, the darnedest thing just happen. Pablo just pitched up here in the Springs. He's with Larry right now. What do you want me to do?"

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 455

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