A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 457 By Rob Williams
Chapter 457 – "PABLO'S SERIAL PENANCE""
IN THIS CHAPTER
Having behaved like an animal', the hot young mechanic Pablo makes amends to his boy Tyler in a ritual punishment where the boy tops his bound master. Next, Pablo apologizes to Mario, whom he hurt the most, and his lover Grady, the movie-star Tarzan. In a fuck-for-a-fuck' trade-off Mario makes love to Pablo's boy while Pablo discovers that "Tarzan loves to take it up the ass!" ___________________________________________________________________
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The young senior mechanic Pablo was fond of calling himself `the boss's boy. He had not only been adopted by the tribe's leader Randy, he had modeled himself on the rugged gypsy, including his explosive anger.
But that rage had got Pablo in deep trouble when he discovered his boy Tyler fucking with the tribe's good friend Mario, Grady's Italian lover. In itself this act of love was not against tribe rules but Pablo didn't see it that way. He knocked shy young Tyler to the ground and ploughed into Mario's ass in what could only be called rape.
The reverberations from this savage act shook the tribe to the core and it was only through the skillful management of the tribe's co-leader Bob that an uneasy peace was restored. Meanwhile Pablo had hightailed it out of town and he had taken refuge with Mike and his boy Larry out in the desert in Palm Springs.
Mike, affectionately known as Uncle Mike, was a father figure to the tribe, a handsome man in his late fifties who owned a popular leather bar and who took no bullshit from anyone, least of all Pablo when he was on a rampage.
For a couple of days things worked OK as Pablo helped his buddy and fellow mechanic Larry in his motorcycle repair shop. Larry avoided the touchy subject at first, but Pablo's lack of remorse for the trouble he had caused, his deep-rooted denial and his arrogance finally got to Larry.
Things came to a head and the two young mechanics ended up in a ferocious fight in the workshop, knocking over an oil drum and soaking themselves in motor oil as they wrestled shirtless on the floor. After a savage back and forth Larry came out on top and butt-fucked Pablo in a payback replay of the way Pablo had fucked Mario.
"Mother-fucker!" Larry yelled as his cock finally exploded in his buddy's ass, pumping jizz deep in his gut, the juice of rage and retribution that Pablo had deserved for so long.
"And about time too," said a gravelly voice from the doorway. Larry rolled off Pablo and stared at Mike in the doorway. "How long have you been there, sir?"
"Long enough," Mike said, with gleam in his eye. "But did you have to make such a goddam mess of the place? This is a fire hazard ... gotta be cleaned up." Mike grabbed a nearby hose and turned it on, spraying water over the oily floor ... then over the two greasy mechanics.
"OK, that's enough, man," Pablo yelled at Mike. "Cut it out and get the fuck out of here."
Easy-going Mike had weathered many insults in his time but this one riled him. A few days ago this young punk had committed an act so ugly it had almost split the tribe, and now he was ordering Mike out of his own boy's workshop.
"Boy, the last man who spoke to be like that got his ass whipped. Seems Larry already did that but I still ain't heard you apologize for all your fucking arrogance and for what you did to Mario and the other guys. So I got no choice, kid. You deserve this."
Mike aimed the hose full blast straight at Pablo who howled as he was flattened against the wall by the stream of water slamming against his chest, then at the bulge of his cock and balls. Screaming in pain he fell on the floor to escape the worst of the deluge but the blast of water rolled him over and over like a lump of trash being hosed over the ground.
Gasping for air he rolled to the corner of the room where he forced himself up on his feet. Pinned to the wall, his handsome face twisted in pain, water streaming down his Mestizo features, his bare chest and flexed abs, he yelled, "Stop, please ... what do you want from me?"
"An apology is all," Mike yelled. "An apology to Mario and Tyler for attacking them in a fit of rage. An apology to Mario's man Grady, and to your dad Randy and his lover Bob who used all his skill to hold the tribe together. An apology to me for breezing out here and accepting my hospitality as if nothing had happened. And an apology to my boy Larry for insulting him and attacking him until he thrashed you and fucked your ass, a humiliation you thoroughly deserved. You're the boss's boy, Randy's son, so have some guts and prove it."
"OK, OK, I'm done," Pablo groaned and sank to his knees. Mike turned off the hose and Pablo turned his drenched face up to him. "Everything you said is right, but I could never admit it. I apologize to you, sir, and I will to the others when I go back to town. And you Larry ... I said some real ugly things to you that I didn't mean and I'm sorry. You whipped my ass and I deserved it. I love you man, and I hope you can love me again like before."
Mike smiled, "I believe you, Pablo. Spoken like a son of Randy – he'd be proud of you. And now there's someone else you can apologize to. I picked him up at the bus station and he's waiting in my truck." Mike went to the door and yelled, "OK, boy, get your ass in here."
There was a pause, a truck door slammed, and in walked Tyler. He saw Pablo, looking magnificent, stripped to the waist with water streaming down his pumped muscles. "Hello, sir," Tyler said. He ran across the room and Pablo wrapped his arms round him.
Eyes moist with tears Pablo said, "Hi, kid ... forgive me ... I love you, boy, I need you so bad."
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Pablo & Tyler Take A Shower
Mike surveyed the carnage in the workshop caused by the fight, then walked across the room and put his arm round his boy Larry. "You OK, kid? I'm so damn proud of you. Your buddy needed to be taken down after what he did and you, of all the tribe, were the guy to do it."
"Thank you, sir. I'm fine, just a few bruised knuckles is all. Wait, I gotta go do something."
Larry walked over to where Pablo was hugging Tyler. He tapped him on the shoulder and Pablo turned to face him. Larry held out his hand and they looked into each other's eyes for long seconds. Then Pablo grasped Larry's hand and pulled him into a tight man hug.
After so many years running a leather bar Mike was used to cleaning up after a fight in his commanding matter-of-fact way. "OK, guys, time to get cleaned up," he announced – "you guys I mean, not the room. It can wait – we'll lock it up and come back later, all four of us, and put it back the way it was. Right now we gotta take care of bruised bodies and bruised feelings. Tyler, Pablo's in no state to drive so I'll drive you back to the house and Larry can bring his pal."
"Do as Mike says," Pablo said softly to Tyler. "See you back at the house, kiddo."
They left the scene of the fight, Mike rolled down the garage door and locked it. On the short drive back to the house not much was said. Sitting next to Larry Pablo said, "I wanna thank you, dude. What you did had to be done."
"Ah, what the hell," Larry grinned, "that's what a buddy's for, right?" They smiled and drove the rest of the way in silence.
In the other truck Mike said, "You feeling OK, kid?"
"I'm always OK when I'm with Pablo, sir. Er, do you think he got hurt?"
"Well sure, a bit, but he's like his dad. I've never seen a guy bounce back from a beating like that guy. Nah, it's Pablo's pride that mostly hurt – and that's where you come in kiddo."
"Me, sir?"
"See, Tyler, you're Pablo's boy, his pride and joy and, trust me kid, he'll need your help to regain his respect in the tribe. Masters and boys work together, they support each other."
Tyler lapsed into silence and remained thoughtful until they pulled up to the gate of Mike's house. Larry pulled up behind them and Pablo eased himself out, still aching from the fight and his hosing down. He grinned at Tyler. "Dammit, kid, you look filthy, all covered in oil. You been hugging some grease monkey, is that it?"
Before he could respond Pablo put his arm round the boy's shoulder and said to Mike, "OK, if we share the guestroom, Uncle Mike?'
"You damn well better," Mike chuckled. "After all this nonsense I wanna see you two joined at the hip. Better get those clothes off before you go in the house though or you'll trail oil all through it."
"Will do, sir," Pablo smiled and leaned on Tyler as they walked slowly through the gate. They did as Mike said and went naked into the house and straight to the guest bathroom. "Damn, after that hosing I got from Mike my bruised body needs a real warm shower and someone to soap and massage my aching limbs."
"You have anyone in mind for that, sir?" Tyler asked cheekily, regaining some of his confidence.
"Dunno. I prefer some real good looking kid with strong hands who won't be scared if my dick gets hard. Always happens when I get a massage, but I gotta check out if my balls still work after getting pounded by Larry's fists and Mike's hose."
"Er, I could check that out for you, sir."
"It's a deal, kid. Let's see what you got."
Pablo luxuriated under the hot water, sighing deeply and letting his muscles relax as water flowed over them. Tyler soaped up a sponge and ran it lovingly over Pablo's neck, shoulders and arms, then over his pecs, down the cleft between them and along the ridges of his abs.
Pablo's eyes were closed and Tyler winced when he saw a bruise on his face. He licked the bruise, then kissed it lightly. Pablo curled his hand round the wet hair at the nape of Tyler's neck and pulled him into a churning kiss under the shower.
When Pablo released him Tyler licked his neck. He recalled how, during his own `punishment' by the leathermen, Miguel had made Tyler muscle-worship him, kissing his biceps, shoulders and pecs. But then he had been chained by the neck, his hands tied behind his back. Now he was free, in the shower with the man he idolized, so body-worship came naturally. "I love you, sir," he murmured as he licked and kissed the naked mechanic's body.
Pablo moaned with pleasure, then opened his eyes and grinned. "Nothing wrong with my nuts, kid. Look down there ... you know what to do." Tyler stared down at his master's rock-hard cock and instinctively sank to his knees. He wrapped his mouth round the thick shaft as it pushed down his throat. Pablo grabbed the boy's wet hair and pulled his face down on his cock, the start of a prolonged face-fuck. And Tyler didn't gag once.
Pablo was like Randy – a fight always made him horny – so it wasn't long before he was saying, "You wanna drink your master's cum, boy? Sure you do. OK, here it comes ... gulp it down, boy. Yeaahh." Tyler felt the cock swell in his mouth and pour cum down his throat that he swallowed without spilling a drop.
The water still poured down on them as Pablo pulled out of Tyler's mouth, bent down and pulled him up on his feet. "That's my boy, kiddo. We're back. Now let's get dressed and grab a drink. We've got a lot to talk about."
Becoming Partners
A short while later, each barefoot in cargo shorts, they grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and went out to the garden. "I know just the spot," Pablo said. "Way over there in the corner if I remember right."
They walked across the extensive grounds to a patch of lawn in the far corner, surrounded by trees, including a big shade tree that was actually outside of the grounds but it's long branches hung over the lawn. Pablo grinned, "I call this one Tyler's tree – remember?"
Tyler blushed. "Of course, sir. This is where I first met you. You guys were having fun ... Miguel's arms were stretched up ted to that branch up there. See, the ropes are still hanging from it. You were fucking his ass and Larry was sucking his dick."
"And you kinda dropped in on the scene – literally. You were a Peeping Tom, right?"
"Yes sir. I had watched you at Uncle Mike's leather bar and you were hotter than any man I'd ever seen so I followed you to your house. I climbed that tree outside and crawled along the branch to get a good look at what you were doing. I remember what you were wearing – black jeans and boots with no shirt – just like in the workshop today. You looked incredible fucking that big musclehunk and I jerked off looking at you. But when I came I shook and made the branch break ... and I fell on the ground at your feet.
"Dropped in out of nowhere," Pablo chuckled. "And I looked down at you and asked the guys what we should do to you. You remember what Mike said?"
"Yes, sir, every word. He said, `I'd say he's all yours, Pablo. Finders keepers. It's your call'."
"That's it, kiddo, and the call I made was keep you around ... as my boy. And here we are, still master and boy. But that's what I wanna talk to you about, kid. Sit down."
They sat cross-legged on the ground sipping beer and Tyler looked up at Pablo like a pupil at the feet of a master. "First of all," Pablo said, "I wanna say sorry for hitting you after I found Mario fucking you."
"Oh you don't have to apologize, sir. I am just your boy after all, you can do what you want."
"No that's not true, kid. You are not just my boy. You are my boy, Pablo's boy, the boy I swore to love and protect – and I let you down. I let my rage take over and I hit you and force-fucked Mario. Both acts were not worthy of a man, and you and Mario were doing nothing wrong."
"Well, it's not for me to criticize my master, sir."
"That's where your wrong, kid, and that's what I wanna talk to you about – the roles of master and boy. I already said that my role is to love and protect you, but yours is not to roll over and play dead when I make a mistake just `cos you're my boy. That's the way I've always been with my dad Randy. I worship the guy, always have, but there are times I should have spoken up.
"Let me tell you something. In the past, not so much now, if Randy ever found his lover Bob fucking with another guy he'd thrash the other guy – whether it was Mark, Hassan, Lloyd, whoever. And then he'd punish Bob brutally. Once when Bob had fucked Lloyd Randy drove Bob to the desert, tied him behind his truck and dragged him through the sand."
"Really, sir?" said Tyler wide-eyed.
"Yep, see Randy was scared to death of losing Bob and went all caveman thinking that was the only way to teach him a lesson. And what did I do? Nothing, that's what. Like I said, I worshipped the man and I still do, but I realize now that as his boy I should have told him that what he was doing was wrong. Sure, he would have slapped me down but he would have paid attention to what his own boy said, even while he rejected the other guys' criticism.
"You see where I'm going with this, Tyler? In a way the relationship between a man and his boy is closer and more intimate than any other – well, except for Randy and Bob and that weird special thing they got going. Man and boy have to love each other and help each other, especially when they make mistakes."
Tyler frowned, "You mean I should have said something after you attacked Mario?"
"Well, not right then `cos I was so mad, but later maybe. Tell me something – what did you think when you watched me screwing Mario?"
"I ... I just thought you were angry, sir."
"See, that's the point. That's what I was, just angry, nothing else. I wasn't thinking, my rage took over, I blew my top and lashed out, just like Randy used to. After that what I needed was someone I trust and love to tell me I was wrong. I wouldn't have wanted to hear that, but coming from you, the boy I love, would have pulled me up with a jolt."
Again Tyler frowned. "But ... I'm not sure I could do that, sir."
"Maybe not now but it's something we gotta work at. See, kid, we gotta help each other. We should be more than master and boy – we should be partners. Hey I like the sound of that."
There was a momentary silence as they both took a swallow of beer. Then Pablo grinned, "Hey, Darius sent me that video of you getting punished by all those leather guys. He calls it `Chained in the Dungeon'. Damn you looked hot, I was real proud of the way you took whatever those guys threw at you. You were a real stud."
"I did it for you, sir, to prove how sorry I was for letting Mario fuck me."
"Yeah, I sorta guessed that was it. But like I said before, you have no reason to be sorry ... what you did was not wrong. Still, I'm not mad at those guys `cos I know they would never really hurt you. It was what we call a ritual punishment. It feels real but you kinda know it won't push you over your limits. I mean, even when Zack flicked that whip at you, how did you feel?"
"Well, sir, I got a hard-on. I guess I knew they would never hurt me, especially as you would be watching the video later. But I still felt a bit scared."
Another pause as they drank and Tyler caught Pablo staring at him with an amused expression as if he had just come to a decision – like one of those `lightbulb' moments, Tyler thought. "Kid, you know how I said that getting you to tell me when I'm wrong is something we gotta work at? I know how we can make a start."
"Really, sir," Tyler asked, nervous about what was coming.
"Thing is, I just got punished big time, first by Larry pounding my ass, then by Mike and his damn hose. But like I said before, coming from my own boy it would mean a whole lot more."
"Oh sir, I couldn't do anything like that."
"What, not even a ritual punishment like those guys gave you in their dungeon?"
Tyler's brow puckered. "Like ... how, sir?"
Pablo's eyes went up to the branch above them and the ropes hanging down with leather restraints at the ends – left over from sex games Pablo and his buddies had once played here, and Mike and Larry had done many times since.
Tyler brightened. "You mean you want me to get tied up there like Miguel was, sir?"
"No dummy. Jeez you got a lot to learn about punishing a guy. No, this is what I meant ..."
Switching roles
Pablo stood up and pulled Tyler up with him. "OK, kid, let's get naked." That didn't take long as they were both wearing only shorts, and, as usual, Tyler's cock sprang out hard at the sight of the naked muscle-jock. But the next move surprised him.
Pablo stood directly beneath the ropes swinging from the branch, reached up and slid his hands through the leather wrist restraints attached to the ropes' ends. Tyler gulped hard realizing what Pablo expected of him. This was his first lesson, a test to see if he could become the punisher of his master. At this point, according to the usual script, he should have sprung into action. But now he simply stood there, reticent and confused.
"OK, boy. Ritual punishment is not so much physical as what's in the mind – the hotter the fantasy the better. Stand back over there, lean against that tree. Look at me and stroke your cock, but don't cum. Just watch me."
The silence now was broken only by the rustle of the leaves and the thud of the ropes as Pablo yanked hard on the restraints, his body writhing and flexing as if he were trying to get free. His handsome Mestizo features grimaced, black hair flying as his face thrashed from side to side. It was a magnificent sight, the hot young mechanic stripped naked, his struggling body stretched in bondage like a naked prisoner on the rack.
Tyler's heart was beating wildly and he pulled his hand off his cock, on the verge of losing his load. He gazed in awe at the pornographic sight as the bound jock spoke in a low growl. "It began when I fought with the other mechanic in his workshop. He was shooting his mouth off about what I had done and I got mad. I shoved him against an oil drum, it fell over and spilled oil over the floor. We wrestled in the oil, trading punches."
Tyler saw the scene vividly, the two hunky shirtless mechanics rolling together across the floor, bodies and faces coated with oil. "We fought like savages but finally he slammed me against the wall and I slid to the floor. He pinned me face down, pulled my pants down and shoved his huge dick in my ass. It was a brutal fuck and in the end the pain was so bad I gave up. I surrendered to him and begged him to cum in my ass."
The picture was so real in Tyler's mind of this macho jock beaten on the ground, begging for mercy that Tyler had to clench his jaw and hold his breath to stop his orgasm. Pablo continued.
"Then an older guy, the boss of the outfit, came in, grabbed a hose and turned it on me, hosing me over the ground like a piece of trash. In the end he had me pinned to the wall, the stream of water slamming against my chest, and he forced me to admit my guilt and beg for mercy. He decreed my final humiliation, to be tied naked to a tree and get punished by being fucked up the ass by my own boy – a master, a dominant top man, getting fucked by his own boy."
As if exhausted by his story Pablo slumped in the ropes and his head hung forward. Deep into the homoerotic fantasy Tyler walked across the clearing, put his hand under the captive's chin and stared into the deep brown eyes. He leaned forward and kissed Pablo hard, at the same time twisting his nipples painfully in his fingers, just as Miguel had done to him when he was tied up. He had learned from the best.
The prisoner threw his head back and howled like a wounded animal. "Fuck me, man. Fuck my ass. I need it so bad."
Suddenly the shy reluctant boy felt a burst of power run through him that he had not felt before. His doubts evaporated and he knew he could do what his master needed. He had endured punishment to make Pablo proud of him and now he was about to inflict punishment on Pablo for the same reason – to earn Pablo's approval.
Tyler walked behind his master and gazed down at the perfect white globes of his ass that had seduced Randy and many men after him. He spat on his cock as he had seen Pablo do so often and pressed the head between the bulging cheeks. He reached round from behind and again squeezed Pablo's nipples, then drove his cock in his master's ass.
"Aaaah." With a deep sigh Pablo clenched his ass muscles round his boy's cock. He was surprised at the force of Tyler's thrust in his ass and the strength of his fingers torturing his tits. And the fuck never let up. No longer the shy submissive kid, he was transformed into a dominant young buck pounding his master's ass. Pablo had never known Tyler like this – and it excited the hell out of him.
Tyler released Pablo's nipples, ran his hands over his abs and chest, then dug his fingers into his pecs. As he felt his solid chest flex in response and stared at the black hair thick round the nape of his neck, Tyler suddenly wanted to see Pablo, to look down at his heaving body and stare straight in his eyes.
So he reached up and slid Pablo's hands out of the restraints, then pressed down on his shoulders making his master drop to his knees. Powered by his newfound sense of command Tyler put his foot on Pablo's back and pushed him face down on the ground. He hooked his foot under him and flipped him over on his back.
Pablo's cock was hard as iron as he stared up at his boy standing astride him, a boy transformed. Tyler fell to his knees between Pablo's legs and said simply, "I wanted to look at you while I fuck you. You look so hot." He pushed his legs back and eased his already wet cock back inside his master.
They stared at each other in awe as Tyler rode his master's ass – Pablo fascinated by the change in his assertive boy, Tyler thrilled by his top-man role. By now they had both been holding back their orgasms for so long it almost hurt. Tyler slowed down, knowing that a forceful fuck would make him lose his load, so now he was making love to Pablo's ass as the naked mechanic smiled up at him.
Tyler curled his hand round Pablo's cock and stroked it in time to his own cock sliding in and out of him. And gradually, like a fading dream, Tyler was transformed back from the dominant young stud to Pablo's adoring boy and he shouted with joy, "I love you, sir. I love you ..."
Pablo gasped, threw his head back and Tyler stared down at his master's cock pumping streams of cum over his flexed abs and chest and up to his face. The force of Pablo's orgasm made him clench his ass muscles round his boy's cock and Tyler shouted, "I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum inside you, sir ... aaagh!"
He had never before felt a climax like this as his cock shuddered in the furnace of his master's ass and poured semen deep inside him. It seemed to last forever, and when he was finally drained dry he fell forward onto Pablo's chest and into his arms.
Partners
Minutes later they were still lying in the same position until finally Pablo stirred and kissed his boy. "Howdy, pardner?" Pablo grinned. "Damn you were a hot top man, kid. Quite the stud."
"But I'm still your boy aren't I, sir?"
"Hell, you're much more than that now, dude. We're not only master and boy, we're partners."
"Partners in crime too, sir?" Tyler grinned impishly.
"Well if ever we are we gotta help each other get out of it. Which brings me to the next job I need your help with. You know I'm still in a whole mess of trouble and I still got a lot of fences to mend. Looks like I gotta apologize to the whole tribe for what I did to you and Mario.
"But I don't know where to start. Problem is I don't know what the guys are thinking. Are they still mad at me? Partially forgiven me? Who should I see first? I can't get a feel for it and I just don't wanna make a wrong step and fuck it all up."
"Oh I think I can help you there, sir. You might not believe it but the junior boys usually know what's going on. Their masters share stuff with them and it's a boy's job to know how his master is feeling. Plus they all gossip like mad. Couple a phone calls to the guys and I'll get the 411 on all that for you. My phone's here in my shorts. Give me a while and I'll tell you what's up."
"Damn you're good," Pablo laughed and ruffled Tyler's hair. "I gotta go indoors and make my peace with Mike and Larry. After all that action I think it's a done deal judging from Mike's handshake and smile, and I think Larry's OK too. Hell, he beat me up and reamed my ass so he should be feeling pretty good about himself. So hit that phone, partner."
"Okey-dokey, sir."
Tyler got to work while Pablo went to see Mike and Larry having a drink in the living room. He was a bit uncertain about his reception but his fears were dispelled by Mike's breezy greeting.
"Hey, big guy, how you feeling? Here, come and have a cocktail. Damn, you're just like your dad. That guy amazes me how he can get his ass creamed in a knock-down drag- out fight and jump up and go right back to work. That's one of the strong points you inherit from him. We won't go into the bad ones."
"I was hoping you wouldn't, sir." Pablo treated Mike to his lopsided gin. "I'm trying to turn over a new leaf. I just made up with my kid and boosted his self-esteem by having him tie me up and punish me by fucking his master's ass. Damn, I never knew he had it in him. That shy, insecure kid came out of his shell and turned into a dominant young buck."
"Good move, kid," Mike chuckled, "you did a great job. About time that boy became a man in his own right instead of just Pablo's boy."
"Yeah, I like to think we're partners now, taking care of each other and I told him so. Right now he's out there calling up all his buddies to check out the lay of the land for when I get back and start my apology tour. He says the junior boys always have their fingers on the pulse of what everyone's feeling back home."
"He's right there. When Larry and I pay visits there Larry generally speaks to a couple of the boys in advance and gets a feel of what kind of reception we'll get."
"That's bullshit, sir, if you don't mind me saying so. You know that you two are loved and respected by the whole tribe, especially Randy. If he heard anyone badmouth you he'd beat the shit out of them."
"And there we'd go again," Mike laughed. "The same old cycle of rage, retribution and remorse that you've just been through. Like I said, you and him are cut from the same cloth."
They chatted a bit longer until Tyler came running in. He stopped suddenly, seeing Mike and Larry there, but Pablo said, "It's OK dude, tell us what you found out. I'm sure Mike and Larry wanna hear it too," he said, winking at them.
"OK. Well, sir, first I called my best buddy Finn and he said Zack and the guys on the second floor just want it to be over and for us to come home to them. See, sir," he explained to Mike, "Pablo and me live with those guys. Finn also said that Eddie called a meeting of all the boys and showed them the video of the guys tying me up and punishing me by spit roasting me."
"And I bet that's made you quite the hero," Mike chuckled.
Tyler blushed. "That's what Finn said, sir. Anyway, then I called my friend Will to check out what Bob, Randy and the twins are thinking. Will's real smart. He said they're all wanting things to cool down. He put me on speaker phone and I told them all about the fight in the workshop and how Larry butt-fucked you, sir, and Mike hosed you down and made you apologize.
"Randy said that was good enough punishment to satisfy him and said he would call you to thank you, Uncle Mike. But Bob said he was still worried about Grady and Mario at the Grady House and their ... what did he call it ... their wounded feelings? Grady had gone crazy mad when he heard about Mario getting raped ... sorry sir ... I mean, er, hurt, sir ..."
"You can say rape, Tyler," Pablo said, "`cos that's what it was."
"Yes, sir. So Bob said he thought you should go and make your peace with those guys first, sir. So then I called my other buddy Brian who's Grady and Mario's boy. He was glad I called `cos he said those two guys were sad about the way everything turned out.
"Brian told me that when the shit hit the fan Grady went apeshit, and Seth rushed up there to protect his boy Danny, the house manager. Seth calmed Grady down by fucking him real good. Now, Brian said, they just want everyone to be friends again and they'd like a visit from you, sir."
Tyler had tumbled all that out in a rush and now stopped abruptly and stared at Pablo. "Anyway, sir, that's my report. I hope it helps."
Pablo put his arm round Tyler's shoulder and grinned at Mike and Larry. "See, what did I tell you guys? This boy is my partner and partners take care of each other. Good work, Tyler, you found out everything I need to know just by calling your pals."
"Yeah," Mike said, "as usual Bob makes sense, he's always the adult in the room. Good thing he's there to keep Randy in check. So, looks like it's next stop the Grady House, eh Pablo?"
Uncle Mike Rules
The fight between Pablo and Larry, Mike's hosing punishment of Pablo, and then Tyler's `punishment' of his master – all that had brought the crisis to a head and resolved it, at least among these four guys.
There was a palpable sense of relief in the air as Uncle Mike smiled, "OK, here's what I think should happen. Tyler, as you seem to be a real efficient go-between here you should call your buddy Brian and see when would be a good time for Pablo and you to drop by the Grady House – say, day after tomorrow?" Tyler nodded.
"Tonight I'm gonna take you guys out to dinner at a restaurant owned by an old buddy of mine. And first thing tomorrow all four of us will go and clean up Larry's workshop after the mess you guys made of it. Then Pablo maybe you can work with Larry on finishing up repairing the last of the customer's bikes and clear the backlog.
"And I suggest you two make a pact that in the future if either of you needs temporary help at work – Larry here or Pablo in L.A. – you call each other and get together." Mike grinned, "As you just said yourself, Pablo, that's what partners are for – to take care of each other."
Mike spoke kindly but with such authority that no one questioned his opinion. Out here Mike ruled. As instructed, Tyler called Brian again and came back with the response to Pablo. "Sir, Mario has invited us to afternoon tea when we get back to town the day after tomorrow. He thinks we might like to drop in at the Grady house before we go home."
"Afternoon tea, uh?" Mike grinned. "Jeez, that guy always has just the right touch – a genteel tea – comes from being Italian I guess. A bit like old Japanese samurai warriors getting home from battle and becoming civilized again with a geisha tea ceremony. And his suggestion that you go there before seeing the other guys? A real subtle touch. He knows that if you can patch things up with the guys you hurt most it'll be plain sailing when you get back home."
Dinner turned out to be a relaxed, even festive affair, with Mike's old friend the owner taking good care of them and comping the drinks.
That night Pablo slept with Tyler in the guestroom, of course, and Mike and Larry were alone at last in the master bedroom. "Kid," Mike said, "I'm real proud of the way you handled Pablo today. He's had that coming for some time and you were the one to dish it out. Such a young stud. And now things seem to be working out pretty good, don't ya think?"
"Yes, sir – except ... like, well ... Pablo got fucked by me and then Tyler, and he's no doubt returning the favor to Tyler. But what about me and my ass? It gets hungry too."
Mike stood by the bed and looked down at his boy. "Well you heard that old saying we've been kicking around – `that's what partners are for'."
Mike pulled off his shirt and knelt on the bed. Larry looked up at the husky older man, the classic image of a tough dominant alpha male. He reached up and ran his fingers through the grey hair on his muscular chest. "I love you a whole lot, sir. I'm so glad I'm your boy."
Mike pulled his cock out of his pants and grinned down at his naked boy. "I'm the lucky one, snagging a hot young stud like you at my time of life. OK, brace yourself, dude, `cos that cock is about to feed your hungry ass. Larry sighed as he felt the familiar sensation of Mike's shaft pushing deep inside him.
Early next morning they all dressed in old work clothes (Tyler's too big for him, but never mind – he loved being one of the gang) and went to work on the workshop cleanup. It looked a total mess but actually the four of them didn't take long to get it back in shape.
"Good work, guys," Mike said. "Now I'm going into the bar to handle the lunch crowd while you guys get to work on the bikes."
"Thank you, sir," Larry said. "Me and Pablo had cleared a lot of the backlog before, er ..."
"Before the oil hit the floor?" Mike grinned.
"Yeah you could put it like that, sir. Anyway it shouldn't take us three long to finish up what's left of the bikes, eh guys?"
Tyler beamed at the words `us three'. Being included in Pablo's work, working side by side with his hero, was a big deal. In L.A. he usually worked with Finn as one of the gardeners but now here they were working together – as partners! And they worked fast, with Tyler an eager assistant taking orders from Pablo. It took them until early evening until the work was finished.
Larry said, "Guys, I can't thank you enough for helping me out of a jam like this." His eyes gleamed and he asked a question out of the blue. "Hey, Pablo, have you ever tended bar?"
"Tended bar? Did for a while years ago, why?"
"You know what would be a trip, bro? Tonight I gotta tend bar with Mike but he worked the lunch shift and I wanna give him a break. So why don't you sub for him and co-bartend with me, eh?"
Pablo envisaged the scene and the gig appealed to him. "You're on dude."
So that's how Pablo's flight from town to the desert ended up. Tyler sat with Mike at a table at the back of the bar looking through the crowd at the two bartenders. Lit by the spotlights over the bar the two handsome muscle-jocks, both shirtless in black jeans, smiled and joked as they served the long line of awestruck customers drooling at the homoerotic sight.
Mike said to Tyler, "Look at that, kiddo. Any bar owner would pay big bucks to have those guys working his bar. Look at that line, great for business. The take could be double the normal, and the guys will make a bundle in tips.
"`Course, all these leathermen want the bartenders, they fantasize about fucking with them. But you and I know the truth don't we kiddo? One of them belongs to me and the other to you, and we're the ones gonna sleep with them. How's that make you feel, dude?"
"Like the luckiest boy in the world, sir."
Tea At The Grady House
It was early afternoon the next day when Pablo and Tyler loaded their gear in Pablo's truck and said their goodbyes with a round of hugs, effusive thanks, and promises to stay in touch and get together more often.
Mike's avuncular smile spread over the proceedings and he said, "Pablo, tell your dad to get his ass out here. I miss that big beautiful gypsy even though he can be a handful. I even get a charge when he throws his weight around `cos then I get to cut him down to size."
"Will do, sir," Pablo grinned. "Maybe you could persuade him to bartend for you. That would bring in the crowds, you'd make a fortune."
"Hm, I'll let you work on that one, young Tyler. You're good at bringing guys together."
Pablo and Tyler were still smiling as they hit the freeway and sped back to L.A. A couple of hours later they were approaching the outskirts of the sprawling city and the mood became more apprehensive. Pablo still saw the wisdom of going first to the Grady House. If he could smooth those troubled waters he would have a stepping stone to the tribe's reacceptance."
Brian had told them to get there around four o'clock, tea time, and it was a little before that that they drove up to the impressive gates and Pablo pressed the buzzer. They were immediately reassured by Brian's cheerful voice. "Hey, guys, welcome back to the Grady House."
The gates swung open silently, they drove through and Brian wheeled himself out to meet them, with the chef Danny walking beside his wheelchair. Tyler bent down and hugged Brian while Danny smiled at Pablo.
"Great to see you again, guys, after ... well, all that stuff ..." He chuckled. "For a while there we thought we were gonna be off limits to the whole world but wiser heads prevailed. And now here you are. We've set up tea in Grady's favorite part of the garden under the tree he insists on calling his tree. Brian will take you there while I get on with dinner prep."
Brian led them across the grounds to a clearing in the trees where a round table had been set up with a white linen cloth, teacups, a silver teapot and an array of sandwiches. Mario was waiting for them and walked forward with a warm smile and outstretched hand.
"Benvenuti amici," he said, slightly more formally than his usual effusive greeting, Pablo thought. Mario pulled Tyler to him in a warm hug. "Ciao bambino come stai? I believe we have you to thank for this reunion, you and Brian plotting together. Grady will be here any minute from the studio – they let him off early today. Ah, I hear the limo pulling up."
Soon Grady was striding across the lawn wearing his usual cargo shorts, loose tank top and sneakers. Tyler felt his cock get hard just watching the handsome muscle-jock who played Tarzan in the hit movie franchise. Mario hugged him. "Good day at the studio, amore?"
"Lots of fuckups today, endless retakes and a grip got injured, but the director got what he wanted." Grady next turned to Pablo who held out his hand tensely. There was an uneasy pause, then Grady shook hands with a slight smile – not the usually effusive greeting the fun-loving Grady was known for. His smiled broadened as he saw Tyler and scooped him in his arms. "Hey, stud, Brian here has been telling me all about your adventures in the desert."
Grady bent down and hugged Brian. "Hey, kiddo, you're gonna join us aren't you? After the day I had I need my boy next to me."
"They all sat at the table and Brian wheeled his chair up to the space left next the Grady. There was an initial uneasy silence until Mario waded in and used all his considerable European charm and wiles to warm the atmosphere. But like a well-mannered aristocrat at tea time he skirted round the subject that was on everyone's mind – and the reason they were all here.
It was Pablo who, unable to bear the suspense, finally blurted out. "Guys, I gotta say what's on my mind."
"Ah, bene," Mario smiled. "That wonderful American habit of coming straight to the point while I am ... how do you say in English ... pussyfooting around the subject?"
"Yeah, well I gotta make my confession, guys. We all know what I did was way out of line and I'm ashamed of the way I behaved to you, Mario. You were doing nothing wrong making my boy feel good, just like he wanted, but I behaved like an animal. Grady, you were right to react with the rage that you did. If any guy had attacked any of my buddies like I attacked your man I would a' killed him.
"If it's any consolation I got my punishment, big time, out at Mike's place. Larry and me got in a big fight on his oily workshop floor. He thrashed me and butt-fucked me, then Mike got a hose to clean me up. He pinned me against the wall and made me scream an apology for what I did.
"I promised Mike I would apologize to everyone involved, but especially to you two. That's why we came to you first as soon as we hit town. Tyler offered to lay the groundwork by calling Brian `cos I didn't know where to begin. And I still don't."
"Well," Mario smiled, "I think I speak for Grady and myself that you made a good start with that speech, amico."
"Thanks, Mario. I just wish to hell I could turn the clock back and behave like I should have."
Mario smiled enigmatically. "Ah, how many times in life do we wish we could turn the clock back and have a second chance? There is no doubt that this is a difficult situation and there seems to be no easy way to heal bruised feelings. But I wonder. I wonder if it is possible to wind the clock back. Let's see ... Tyler, that infamous day in your garden when you and I made love, do you remember what you were wearing?"
"Wearing, sir?" said a confused Tyler. "Well, shorts, T-shirt ... pretty much what I have on now."
"Giusto. And where in the garden did it happen?"
"You know, sir - that nice lawn with trees all around. Kinda like where we are now."
"Yes, I recall now. You and I were working on the garden together and we took a break under the tree. You said gardening makes you feel sexy and you wanted me to make love to you. I refused at first as you were Pablo's boy, but you said Randy's rule said that men and boys can make love within the tribe."
"Yes, sir, that's right."
"Tyler, if Pablo will permit, would you lie on the grass under the tree as you did then?"
Pablo frowned, "Hey, Mario, what the fuck is all this?"
"Pablo, amico, please indulge me. I promise it will help us all get through this."
Pablo sighed and nodded to Tyler who lay on the grass on his back as Mario directed. "Then as I recall I was lying beside you with my eyes closed and I felt your hand touch mine. You whispered `please, sir', so I kissed you, knelt over you and pulled your shorts down like this." He knelt on the grass and eased Tyler's shorts down over his ass.
"And now, Pablo, you make your entrance into my little drama. Please stand up." Intrigued now and lulled by Mario's lyrical voice Pablo stood up. "You come home from work tense and horny – and you find me making love to your boy."
Mario stood up. "And here we will pause and freeze time because that is where it became ugly. But I believe it is possible to change an ugly event into a thing of beauty. So now I would like to share my fantasy of how it all might have proceeded from that point on.
"I wondered, for example, what would have happened if Grady had come to the house looking for me and had found Tyler and me lying together and Pablo standing over us. In my fantasy Grady hears Pablo shout and threaten me and he steps in to restrain you. But you are strong and shove Grady away."
Grady loved taking part in his lover's fantasies and now stood up beside Pablo as Mario continued his story.
"Grady argues that Tyler and I are doing nothing wrong but Pablo snarls at Grady, `Oh no? How would Mario like it if he came across me fucking you, Tarzan?' I reply of course that I wouldn't mind at all. I would be pleased for Grady as I know he has always lusted for you and wanted you to fuck him. To prove my point Grady then pulls off his tank top and his shorts."
Mario paused. Grady, always good at picking up his cue from Mario, was way into his lover's fantasy by now so he took off his tank and dropped his shorts, as the story required. Pablo gasped looking at the beautiful man with the perfect physique.
"As you see," Mario continued, "Grady had come directly from the studio still wearing his Tarzan loincloth under his shorts. And now the man who plays Tarzan offers his ass to you, Pablo, while his Italian lover fucks your boy – an eye for an eye, a fuck for a fuck."
Grady was easily seduced by Mario and this whole scenario appealed to him. And it was true – he always got an erection whenever he saw the handsome, ripped young Mestizo. So he now lay down on the grass beside Tyler, naked except for his loincloth.
Pablo looked down at him and breathed, "Holy shit ... holy fucking shit." Then his face cleared and he grinned at Mario. "You're right, dude. It would have been way better if things had turned out like this, if we could have turned the clock back and made this version happen."
Mario's fine Italian features broke into a smile. "But you see Pablo, that is what I have been doing, turning the clock back. At the crucial moment time froze – in a time warp, and all we have to do is embrace the new reality. We can make this version happen." Mario knelt on the ground again. "Are you ready?"
"Hell yeah. I got his huge fucking boner just staring at Tarzan down there." He fell to his knees beside Mario, unzipped his jeans and pulled out his rock hard cock. He winked at Tyler then turned his attention back to Grady. "Fucking gorgeous, man." Pablo ripped off the loincloth and tied it loosely round Grady's neck. "Totally fucking gorgeous."
And so Tyler and Grady got fucked side by side. In the spirit of restored harmony Mario and Pablo fucked in sync – and everyone got just what they wanted.
Tyler was getting fucked by the handsome Italian – without any savage interruption this time. And he was doubly excited when he looked from Mario's face to Pablo's, his square-cut features focused intensely on the muscle-jock as he entered is ass. Tyler had the ultimate fantasy of getting butt-fucked by Mario and Pablo at the same time.
Grady reached up and clamped his hands over Pablo's hard pecs and the thrill of feeling the young mechanic's cock inside him dispelled all his former animosity toward him. Tarzan loved to take it up the ass.
While they both fucked in unison Mario said softly, "You see, Pablo, the first version of the story was ugly but we have created a new version that's beautiful."
Pablo was captivated by the dual sensation of the gentle warmth of Mario beside him and the erotic image of the muscular Tarzan beneath him, naked but for the loincloth round his neck.
All this time Brian had sat quietly in the background in his wheelchair, hugely excited watching his friend Tyler getting reamed by one of Brian's masters Mario, while his other master, the macho Grady, yielded his ass to the shirtless mechanic. Straight out of a porn video, Brian thought as he stroked his own cock.
As the fantasy continued it became less of a fantasy, drifting from the rewound past to the present truth that all of the men loved each other. The past turmoil receded into the realm of fiction, replaced by the `version that is beautiful,' in Mario's words.
It was, finally, a scene of perfect harmony as the passions of all four men built to a quadruple climax. Grady and Tyler reached across and jerked each other's cock while Mario and Pablo ramped up the tempo.
In the end it was Brian who called the shots – literally. "Sirs," he blurted, "I think I'm gonna cum ... yeah, I'm sure I am ..." He pounded his cock in his fist and watched it shoot a stream of cum in the air. His squeals of delight pushed the quartet over the edge.
"You've got your orders, guys," Grady laughed. "Let's do it." Tyler howled as he and Grady pounded jizz out of the other's cock while Pablo and Mario thrust deep and poured cum inside the man and boy shuddering beneath them.
Even before their cocks had drained Pablo and Mario turned to each other and kissed. And when at last they pulled away and eased out of Grady and Tyler, Mario raised an arm high and shouted triumphantly. "L'amore conquista tutto!"
Brian wheeled closer saying, "Wait, don't tell me, I know what that means ... Love conquers all," he beamed.
Grady laughed, "Come here my little linguist," and he pulled Brain gently down between him and Tyler. Mario smiled down at them. "Vieni, signori, back to the table. Our tea is getting cold."
Watch Out For The Cop
Pablo and Tyler lingered a little longer at the Grady House, relishing the heady sense of relief that reconciliation with friends brought with it. Mario invited them to stay for dinner but Pablo said, "We'd love to Mario but we have to get back to the tribe so I can make my peace there."
"Amico, I have a feeling that will not be so hard. I have been speaking to Bob by telephone and he wants the whole story to be closed and stored away in the annals of the tribe. I will call him again as soon as you leave and tell him about our ... er ... our little tea party. I feel sure that will clear the way for you."
"As for Randy," Grady said, "your dad can't stay mad at you for long, Pablo. And tell him I'll be there bright and early tomorrow to pick up our gym workouts where they left off. I've missed those session with the big gypsy ... especially the reward I get at the end," he grinned.
"So there you are, amico. But," Mario said quietly, "I, er, I would look out for Mark. His boy Jamie has been helping us with our bookkeeping and from what he told me I think there's some tension there. The handsome cop is in love with Bob, of course, and hated to see him troubled – by what happened with you. He is a cop after all.
"Mark and Jamie have been content to stay quietly in the background lately but my intuition tells me they may be playing a more prominent role after this.
"But, there, what do I know?" Mario laughed. "I am just a simple paesano italiano. I am sure you and your handsome Tyler will be embraced with open arms when you get home. So Grady and I wish you both buona fortuna, amici!"
TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 458
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