A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 495 By Rob Williams
Chapter 495 – "WILL & FINN – COMLIANT & DEFIANT"
IN THIS CHAPTER:
Young Will is a cute, freckled bottom-boy, and handsome Doctor Chad a definite top. But Will is sexually experienced and Chad a sexual rookie. Will dominates their sex talk and then tops Chad physically in an erotic role reversal. Will's buddy, the tough ex-hustler Finn, sneeringly talks down to the macho Hispanic hunk Miguel – and pays a heavy price. The defiant young jock is tamed and begs for mercy. ___________________________________________________________________
IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER
Doctor Chad had gone from zero to six in a short time – six men that is.
Previously the hunky doctor had never acknowledged his hidden desire for men, but when he stumbled across the handsome, horny men and boys of the tribe the floodgates opened and he had sex with a succession of them – Mark, Jamie, Bob, Randy, Zack and Miguel. The circumstances had been different in each case and currently it was the square-jawed, muscular Hispanic Miguel who roused Chad's lust.
To indulge that strong attraction to Miguel Chad had come up the coast to a beach shack in the Guadalupe Dunes for the weekend with Miguel and Miguel's boy Finn. And they were accompanied by the winsome young redhead Will, one of the tribe's chefs.
Will was a favorite of the tribe's tough gypsy leader Randy, but he had been suffering from work stress and Chad had suggested he take a break with them on the beach. "I'm very fond of Wil," he told Randy "– that freckled face and solemn look behind his owl glasses – and he deserves a rest. Don't worry, Randy, I'll look after him." Chad eventually lived up to that promise in more ways than one.
Randy's lover and co-leader of the tribe Bob had encouraged the plan. "Not to beat about the bush, Chad, I think you and Miguel have a lot to sort out between you so, while you do that, Will would be good company for Finn.
Bob was right that Chad and Miguel had much to sort out – the most urgent being the sexual cravings overwhelming them. As soon as they arrived at the beach they left the two boys in the shack and jogged a couple of miles up the beach to another shack, owned by their pal Mark.
Alone together at last the sexual dam burst and they indulged their pent-up passion. In a tangle of muscular limbs the macho alpha men grappled all over the bed and the floor in a marathon bout of sucking and fucking, building to an explosive climax of twin orgasms one after another.
When their cocks had finally drained they stared at each other in disbelief. Miguel's face broke into a smile and they burst out laughing with pure joy. Miguel panted, "You're fucking incredible doc, my kinda dude ... and we have a whole weekend ahead of us.
But as their heartbeats and heavy breathing subsided and they lay recovering in each other's arms Miguel felt Chad stiffen slightly. "What's up, dude? I do something wrong?"
"No, buddy, it's me," Chad said. "It was too perfect ... you're too perfect. See, there's something you should know about me. I'm the kinda buttoned-down guy who imagines falling in love and living with his partner in a house with wisteria over the door. I'm sitting with my man and our golden retriever in front of the fire and ... and here's the rub ... we only make love to each other, no one else. We're monogamous."
He smiled at Miguel. "And buddy, the man on the couch with me is a man exactly like you, someone I can relate to, talk to, love, admire and make love to – a lot. But back in the real world you have a lover, Zack, and all you guys in the tribe screw around like a great big loving family. Both images, both ways of life, are perfect, but I can't see a way of reconciling the two."
"I get what you're saying, Chad, and in another life I would be honored to be the man on that couch, sharing a home, a life – and a golden retriever. Man, I knew when I first laid eyes on you that I wanted you, but I didn't know just how much until I got to know you better."
"So what happens now, dude?"
"What happens now is we take it all one step at a time. We have a great weekend ahead of us and we can play, love and fuck to our hearts content. And right now we gotta get back to those boys of ours."
"Jesus yeah," Chad said. "I swore to Randy I would take care of young Will. He's been having a rough time lately and I love the boy. He's the kind of kid you wanna wrap your arms around and kiss and nurture. I wanna give him the best time possible here."
"And while you're taking care of Will, doc, I gotta take care of my boy Finn, though in a different way – no nurturing hugs. You heard that stunt he was pulling on the drive up here, being insolent and talking back to me. It's a game he plays, trying to rile me up like the arrogant young hustler he used to be, hoping I'll punish him by reaming his ass."
"You're lucky that's all it takes," Chad grinned.
"Ah, but not this time, doc. I have to keep showing the dude who's boss. He wants a fuck? Well, there are more ways than a fuck to knock the arrogance out of a tough young ex-hustler like Finn and make him beg, and I'm the guy to do it," Miguel smiled. "Matter of fact I'll enjoy it."
Chad laughed. "One way and another this is shaping up to be quite a weekend."
Miguel kissed him. "I'd say it's already started, doc."
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GONE FISHING
At the shack down the beach Finn had finished unloading the truck and stowing their gear, and Will had arranged the small kitchen the way he liked it. They were relaxing on the porch with a couple of beers as Will squinted into the distance and saw two figures jogging down the beach.
"Ah, here they come at last. They've been gone a long time ... you think they fucked, Finn?"
"Duh!" Finn laughed. "You can see the glow from here. Take it from me, kid, those guys have been fucking their brains out."
As the men got closer and walked up the beach to the shack it was obvious even to Will that Finn was correct. Previously the men had been tentative, shy of displaying their growing attraction, but now they both had those slightly goofy smiles that lovers have after a crazy fuck session. Miguel's arm was slung over Chad's shoulder and their tanned bodies gleamed with sweat and sea spray.
"Hey," Miguel shouted, "who do you have to fuck to get a beer around here?"
"Me, sir," the boys said in unison." Finn added cheekily, "Although some guys look like they've already fucked so much they won't be able to get it up again for days."
"Watch your lip, boy," Miguel growled. Finn looked defiant so Will quickly got up and went inside for more beers. He was familiar with this abrasive game Miguel and Finn played, with its roots in the early days after they first met when Miguel actually had to tame the arrogant hustler. But it was all a bit beyond Will who as a friend and lover was mild rather than wild.
He came out and handed the beers to the men who sat side by side, their legs pressed against each other. "How we doing for supplies, Will?" Chad asked.
"Well, sir, I brought a load of stuff with us but I do need a few more things. In the village over the dunes there's a small grocery store and I need to make a quick trek over there."
"You want company?" Chad asked eagerly.
"That would be nice, sir."
Chad glanced questioningly at Miguel who grinned, "While you're gone I wanna take Finn out in the rowboat. Maybe we'll throw a couple of lines over the side, see if we can catch some fish for dinner. Plus it'll give me a chance to test Finn's rowing skills."
Will caught the glances between the master and his boy and wondered if this was still part of the game they played, a sort of contest of wills. Still, he knew better than to second-guess other guys' relationships. Bob had taught him that all relationships are different and an outsider can never fully understand the complicated stuff that goes on between two guys. And anyway, Will was looking forward to spending time alone with the handsome doctor.
So Miguel and Finn loaded the rowboat with fishing tackle, dragged it to the surf and launched it, with Miguel rowing strongly.
Will said to Chad, "Do you think they'll be OK, sir? I mean, there seems to be something going on between them."
"Don't worry Will. It's nothing Miguel can't handle. You never know all the little tricks and games lovers play – that's between them."
"I know, sir, that's what Bob always tells me."
"And he should know," Miguel chuckled. "His relationship with Randy has layer upon layer, it's quite a dance, and they're crazy in love with each other, like they're joined at the hip. They think the world of you too, kiddo."
"I love them too, sir. I'm so lucky to have them and the twins taking care of me."
"OK, Will, let's go shopping."
WILL OPENS UP TO CHAD
Chad and Will were wearing just board shorts so they pulled on T-shirts and sneakers and set off for the long climb over the dunes and down the other side.
"This place is kinda magical, Will," Chad said. "It's like we're alone in another world – just us, the sand, sea and sky – and the seagulls. Are you losing some of that stress you built up, kiddo?"
"Starting to, sir. This is the ideal place to do it. It was the same when I came up here with the twins and Jamie who taught me how to surf." He hesitated ... "And it's real nice being here with you, sir." He blushed. "Is it OK to say that?"
"Of course it is, Will – and I like hearing it, especially as I feel the same." Chad stopped walking took Will's hand and smiled into his eyes. "Will, I want you to know you can say anything you like to me, anything at all. I enjoy talking to you and I have a feeling we're gonna be real good buddies."
He ruffled Will's mass of red hair and they walked on in companionable silence. It felt as if they had just crossed some kind of bridge.
They did their shopping and while they trudged back, each carrying shopping bags, Will told the doc something of his background. "I ran away from home `cos my dad Seth ... er, this is a private conversation, sir, isn't it?"
"Strictly between you and me, Will."
"Well, sir, my dad Seth was really confused about his sexuality and tried to, er, molest me ... you know, tried to fuck me, so I ran away. I got a job in the produce section of a big grocery store and found a little apartment. I spent most of my time alone there cooking, sir. I love to cook and invented a lot of my own dishes.
"Anyway, I got to know the twins when they came into the store to shop. We got real friendly and they hired me as their assistant chef in the tribe. Pretty soon they asked me to be their boy and now I'm so happy with them, and so close to Bob and Randy."
"But isn't Seth one of the construction bosses of the tribe?" Chad asked. "How did that happen?"
"Ah, well Seth came looking for me and tried to force me to go back to him but Randy showed up and beat Seth up. But you know Randy, he admires that macho thing in a man and saw it in Seth and he put him to work.
"Randy's a real wonderful guy, sir. He comes off something fierce but he's got a great big heart. He protects all the boys and when he sees a guy like Seth down on his luck he helps him, like he helped Seth. And now I love my dad, sir, like I guess I must have all along, deep down."
Chad was fascinated by Will's story and was full of admiration for the boy's courage when he was young and alone. When Chad tried to imagine the freckle-faced young redhead alone in his meager apartment standing eagerly at his stove blinking behind his steamed-up owl glasses as he cooked, the picture brought tears to his eyes.
He found Will's positive attitude inspiring, even in the face of adversity, with no sense of bitterness toward his dad and only unconditional love for the twins and Bob and Randy. His joyful outlook on life moved Chad and he understood why Will was one of Randy's favorites.
By this time they had reached the shack and together they unloaded the groceries. The kitchen was obviously Will's domain and Chad obediently followed the boy's instructions on where to place everything.
When it was all tidied to Will's satisfaction Chad said, "Looks like Miguel and Finn will be out in that boat for quite some time. So why don't we break open a bottle of wine and kick back on the porch? My guess is Miguel is planning some way of putting Finn firmly in his place after that rebellious act he's been pulling. You don't get away with stuff like that with a stud like Miguel."
"And Finn don't expect to get away with it, sir, it's part of his game. But maybe he's gone too far this time, dissing his master in front of us like he did." Will pulled a bottle of white wine from the fridge, got two glasses and they sat facing each other across a small table on the porch.
WILL TALKS LOVE & LIFE WITH THE DOCTOR
Chad raised his glass in a toast. "This is the life, eh, Will? Good wine and good company. Miguel and Finn are just specks in the distance out there so it's just us two."
"Sir, Finn and me were wondering about you and Miguel. Like, you did make love when you went up the beach, didn't you? We were saying that you guys go well together. `Course, it's none of my business really, sir."
"Will, I told you before, you can ask me anything you like. And yes we did make love, in fact we fucked our brains out. It had been building for some time."
"So, er, you're fuck buddies now, or lovers or something in between, sir?"
Chad smiled. "Kiddo, you put your finger slap dab on my problem. See, like I told Miguel, I'm really a one-man kinda guy. When I fall in love it'll be just us two guys and probably a dog, sharing my new house. But the problem is, all the men of the tribe already have someone. I mean, I thought at first I was in love with Mark, but he has Jamie. Then Bob, but he has Randy. And now Miguel, but he has Zack."
"You mean, like, you're into mogonomy, sir?"
"You mean monogamy, Will. "
"Yeah, that's the one, sir."
Chad chuckled. "Whichever way you pronounce it it's not a word you hear much in this tribe, eh? You guys practice what we used to call free love – making love with anyone. So where does that leave an old-fashioned guy like me looking for monogamy? Any suggestions, kiddo?"
Will frowned and blinked behind his glasses. "Sir, I think the word itself is the problem. I've learned from the twins and Bob not to put labels on anything. I used to think a bit like you. All I needed was another guy in my apartment and we would live happily ever after."
"And now, Will?"
"Now, sir, what I have is perfect. I mean, I've got the twins and Bob and Randy, this close little family, and we all love and fuck with each other."
"But how do you make that work, Will?"
"Well, the thing is this, sir. The twins and I love each other. I'm their boy and nothing will ever get in the way of that – having sex with someone else has nothing to do with what we have. And before I fuck with anyone else I ask the twins if it's OK, and when they fool around with anyone they tell me. It's all out in the open, there are no secrets – `cos secrets bring lies, sir, and if you're lying to each other it's game over.
"But like Bob always tells me, every relationship is different cos different guys need different things. You can call the stuff we do free love' or whatever, but it works for us. That dreamy picture you got of you and your lover and your dog is all very well and works for you, but what if you two got a boy, sir, like the twins have me?"
Chad smiled. "You got me there, kid. So what you're saying is don't stick too close to one dream – be flexible."
"That's it, sir. Like the twins say to me, one step at a time, Will. I mean that's what you're doing this weekend with Miguel, ain't you? You had sex with him even though you're this old-fashioned mogono ... monogamy guy. Randy's rule for the boys is don't do anything you don't want to, but do whatever you do want as long as you don't hurt anyone."
"Yeah," Chad smiled, "that sounds like Randy. Sounds like you learn a whole lot from Randy, Bob and the twins"
"I learn everything for them, sir. Bob and me have long talks about stuff like this and he teaches me a lot. And I always remember one thing in particular he said. Will,' he said, always be careful not to confuse lust with love.' Like, when you first see a hot guy and you're dying to fuck, that's probably lust, he said. And after a great fuck you might think you're in love, but it takes much more than a hot fuck before you can call it love. Bob said it could just be ... what's that word? Infraction?"
"Infatuation, Will."
Yeah, that's the one, sir."
"Huh," Chad smiled. "Just like me and Mark, eh, then Bob and then Miguel?"
"Er, that's not for me to say, sir. But Bob explained that some of the best love affairs start slow – you don't rip each other's clothes off and jump in bed. Him and Randy did all kinds of stuff when they first met, Bob said, but it took a long while to realize they were in love.
"It was the same with the twins and me. We used to have great talks in the grocery store about food, then they gave me a job and we found we got on great together. We had a lot in common and had fun. And sex wasn't that thunder and lightning thing – it kinda crept up on us and when it happened it was something real special, not just a roll in the hay." Will frowned in thought for a moment. "Maybe sir, you've already met your new lover without knowing it. Perhaps you hardly noticed him at first."
Chad smiled at the freckled face blinking eagerly behind his glasses, and touched his hand across the table. "Will, under that gorgeous shock of red hair there's a lot of common sense going on. Next time I need advice about romance I'm coming to you. OK, so now I've spilled all my secrets to you, tell me one of yours. Like, of all the many things you've done with the guys, what turned you on the most?"
Will smiled as memories crowded his mind. "There's so many things, sir, but ..."
"But ...?"
"Well, sir, it might sound weird to you but ... it was way sexy when I fucked Bob up the butt."
"No way! Did you really?"
"Yes, sir, I've done it twice actually. Can you imagine, a kid like me fucking a big muscle-god like Bob? Eddie told me it's called role reversal, but whatever, it was totally awesome. I mean, I'm smaller than the other guys – you know, not so butch – so they all think of me as a bottom.
"Don't get me wrong, sir, I love to take it up the butt, especially from the twins and from Randy. I mean, Randy fucks everyone and he has that power thing going on where you're completely at his mercy. When I work out hard with him in the gym he rewards me by fucking me at the end.
"But that role reversal thing is something real special. When I fucked Bob it made me feel, I dunno, kinda powerful, like a top man must feel ... you know, butch."
Chad smiled, entranced by Will's youthful enthusiasm shining out of his eyes behind his glasses. The doc wanted to sweep him in his arms and hug him tight. "Will," he said out of nowhere, "would you like to fuck me?"
It was an impulse that Chad instantly regretted, and Will said, "Oh no, sir, I could never do that."
"I'm sorry, Will, that was a stupid and arrogant thing to say. I assumed, wrongly, that you were attracted to me."
"Oh it's not that, sir. Of course you turn me on big time. I've been nursing a boner ever since the other guys left us alone together. But I could never fuck you, sir. I mean, you're a doctor!"
Chad smiled. "And doctors don't take it up the butt? Tell that to Bob and Randy."
"Well of course they fucked you, sir, `cos they're, like, gods. But I'm just a boy."
"A boy who fucked Bob apparently, and he's a big business executive."
"But Bob's different sir. He's a top, sure, but he's really kind." A flicker of disappointment crossed Chad face and Will added hastily, "Oh that didn't come out right, sir. I didn't mean you're not kind. But I know Bob, I feel comfortable with him, but with you... Oh fuck, none of this is coming out right, sir."
Chad reached over and squeezed Will's hand again. "There, I've upset you and made you uncomfortable, Will, the last thing I wanted. So let's forget I said it, OK?"
There followed an uneasy silence as Will took another gulp of wine. But he couldn't let the subject drop. "Thing is, sir, of course I'd like to fuck you, who wouldn't? But when I'm turned on by someone like you I get nervous and ... and lose my hard-on." His freckled face blushed.
"Oh, is that all?" Chad smiled "Will, that's natural, happens to most men from time to time. Erection loss is often caused by stress and anxiety brought on by fear of failure. Of course there may be medical reasons but I'm sure that doesn't apply to a boy who even had a boner while he shopped for groceries."
That made Will giggle and lowered the tension. "There I go again," Chad said, "sounding off like a doctor. Probably turned you off even more."
"No, sir, the opposite actually. I mean, I really, really need to cum, sir. I was thinking of going to the bathroom and jacking off thinking about you. Or I could do it looking at you if you would take your shirt off."
"Or you could cum inside me, Will."
"Well ... I guess we could give it a try, sir. Wow, the thought of butt-fucking a gorgeous doctor who looks like a Greek statue. Wow."
"Something to tell the boys, eh?" Chad smiled. "OK then, no pressure, no promises. Let's just throw a blanket down right here on the porch and see what happens."
WILL RULES
Will ran inside and brought out a thick blanket. They pushed the table and chairs into a corner of the porch and spread the blanket on the wooden floor. Will looked uncertainly at Chad who took off his shirt and smiled, "You still got that boner, kid?"
"Harder than ever, sir," Will said, staring in awe at the shirtless doc's muscled physique.
"Way to go, kiddo. OK, if we're gonna do this properly, let's get naked." Chad kicked off the sneakers he had worn to the store and dropped his board shorts.
"Oh ... oh ..." Will was totally intimidated by the naked square-jawed muscle-god. His confidence flagged – he could never fuck a man like this, he thought.
"Now, now," Chad said, reading Will's mind, "no pressure remember. This is not a contest. Take your clothes off kiddo."
Blushing shyly Will pulled off his shirt, kicked off his sneakers and, without making eye contact, dropped his shorts and looked down at the floor. He had never felt as self-consciously naked as he did now. And his cock was now only semi-hard.
"Look at me, Will." Nervously Will raised his head and looked into the doctor's smiling face. "You are a really handsome boy, Will – that sexy freckled face and fat-free muscular body – a tribute to all those gym workouts, even if you did have to let Randy fuck you every time."
"Oh no, I didn't have to, sir. Randy always says a boy don't have to do anything he don't want to, but I did want to."
"Of course you did, kiddo, just like you wanna fuck me now. And I can take care of that half-boner real fast." The naked doc fell to his knees and sucked Will's cock into his mouth. Will gasped again, but this time it wasn't out of fear. The sensation of Chad's warm mouth round his cock jolted his body and his cock was instantly rock hard.
Chad pulled back and smiled. "See, there's life in the old dick yet. Almost ready to shoot, I'd say, but we don't want that – we gotta give that cock a proper workout." Chad fell on his back on the blanket and smiled up at Will. His breezy, light-hearted tone was helping Will relax and he bent down and pulled a tube from his pocket.
"Lube, sir," he smiled. "I never leave home without it."
"So I've heard," Chad grinned.
Will spread the lube liberally over his cock as Chad pulled his legs back and offered his ass. The boy knelt down, ran his greasy fingers over the doc's butthole and pushed in one finger. "Mmm," Chad moaned, "oh yeah. This is it, kid, the moment of truth – don't be nervous."
"Oh I'm not nervous, sir, `cos I want it so bad." Chad heard a new tone in Will's voice – stronger, more confident – and when he took off his owl glasses and put them on the table he even looked different. His handsome freckled face looked older somehow, the look of a fearless young jock rather than a hesitant boy.
The pale brown eyes stared down at him and suddenly, without warning, Chad felt the hard young cock pierce his ass and drive straight down inside him. It was not the tentative shove he had expected but a forceful thrust that made Chad brace for more. Which came right away.
It was a primitive fuck with the impulsiveness of youth, which excited Chad even more. So far he had been fucked by experienced masters – Bob, Randy and Miguel – but this was a raw attack on his ass propelled by youthful energy rather than sexual expertise. The shock of red hair fell over the freckled face that had always looked cute but now looked fierce. Chad knew he was in for a real pounding, not the stumbling effort he had expected.
"Man, that feels hot," Will said in his new growly voice, losing the habitual `sir' in his aggressive top-man role. He pushed Chad's legs farther back to get a clearer shot of the doc's ass and became a dynamo as he ramrodded the naked musclehunk.
"Yeah, fuck me, dude," Chad said gazing up at the lithe young body rising and falling above him. "Damn, your dick feels incredible." Pumped by the sight of the handsome doctor asking for more Will copied what top men had done to him. He leaned forward and pinned Chad's wrists to the floor, bracing his arms which gave him more leverage to pound his ass.
Chad inhaled sharply and surrendered his ass to the potent young jock as his cock drove in harder and deeper. Chad recalled Will saying that fucking Bob had empowered him, and now he was watching that happen. Their eyes locked, Will bent his head and clamped their mouths together in a churning kiss. When he pulled back Chad groaned, "Dude, you are such a fucking jock and I'm getting real close. Please, man, let me touch my cock."
"You asked for it, stud," Will grinned. He released Chad's hands and pulled back straight up on his knees. As Chad pounded his cock in his fist Will grabbed his ankles pushed his legs up and looked down at his own cock as it pistoned in and out of the doc's ass. The erotic sight of the muscle-god writhing beneath him, skewered on his cock, brought Will to the brink of his climax.
"Let me see you jerk off all over that gorgeous body, doc. Come on, shoot that load." His hips moved faster, his cock drove in deeper and Chad's head thrashed from side to side. Chad's muscles tensed, he howled and his cock pumped jizz over his flexed abs and heaving chest.
The homoerotic spectacle of the handsome doctor on his back, pounding his dick and spraying jizz over his naked body was too much for Will and he shouted, "I'm gonna cum, sir. You look so beautiful like that, sir, I can't hold back ... I ... aaagh!"
Chad raised his ass to get the full thrust of Will's cock as it erupted deep inside him, flooding his ass with the pent-up juice that had been straining for release for so long.
As Will let his cock drain and his panting subside a change came over him and Chad realized that the aggressive young jock was transforming back to the freckle-faced boy he had come to know and love. Will pulled his cock out slowly and fell forward into Chad's enveloping arms.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you so much."
"Hey, it's I should be thanking you, stud. You were the top man here."
"Well, kind of, sir, but I still feel like a boy – that's the real me."
"They're both the real you, Will – the eager, freckle-faced redhead we all love, and the sexy young alpha jock who fucks ass. You know when I first saw that authority in you? In the kitchen where you rule and ordered me how and where to stow the supplies. I've heard that you can be real strict when you rule a kitchen.
And that's one reason Randy loves you so much, Will. He loves you as a boy but, like you said about him and Seth, Randy admires that macho thing in a man, and especially in a boy. But it has to be real, not that act that Finn pulls with Miguel – playing the tough boastful hustler and dissing Miguel just so he'll get punished. That's probably what's going on right now out there in that rowboat."
As Will pondered on that another thought hit him. "Sir, you told me that so far you've fallen in love with all the guys who fucked you. You're not gonna fall in love we me, are you, sir?"
Chad chuckled and ruffled Will's hair. "Not in love, but I am gonna love you and be your friend. As for falling in love, that ship has sailed, kiddo. You opened my eyes on that when we talked earlier. I've been like a kid in a candy store, the all-you-can-eat kind. I was like the guys you described who, the minute they meet, rip each other's clothes off and fall into bed.
"No, I've had enough thunder and lightning as you call it. I gotta slow down and, like Miguel told me, take it one step at a time. Who knows, maybe you were right and I've already met my future lover without knowing it. And I won't realize it for some time, same as Bob and Randy. But when I do there's one guy I'm gonna come to for advice ... you kiddo, and all that common sense you got under that red mop."
Will asked tentatively, "And maybe we'll even fuck again, sir?"
"Of course we will. Only next time it's pay-back – I get to fuck your sweet ass."
"Any time you say, sir," Will laughed. "Sir, is it OK if I call the twins?"
Will went inside to get his phone and Chad smiled as he heard him say excitedly, "Yeah, a great time. And guess what, sirs. You will not believe but ... I fucked the doctor, sirs. Yeah, I butt-fucked the doc!"
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SPARRING PARTNERS
Chad was certainly right about one thing. While he and Will were deep in conversation and then making love, out in the rowboat Miguel and Finn were more like sparring partners than lovers. Although it was pretty low-key – more on the level of a game than real combat.
Fishing is normally a quiet, soothing activity and so it was for these two, but with an undercurrent of adversarial banter, mostly on Finn's side. Miguel enjoyed the game. It was what he had signed on for when he took on Finn as his boy, had actually bought him from his previous, abusive `owner' at a leather event's mock slave auction.
Miguel was not the kind of guy to settle for a lovable boy like Will or Eddie. He wanted more of a challenge and Finn certainly fit that bill. A street hustler he was what's known as `rough trade', and Miguel set out to tame him. Miguel was so sexy and charismatic that Finn had soon fallen in love with him and after years of having lived rough he willingly agreed to share Miguel's life.
But that edge of the arrogant hustler never entirely left him, it was in his DNA, and he often used it to goad Miguel into punishing him, usually by fucking his ass. Love-making between the two was intense, often wild, which satisfied the special needs of both men.
That sparring preamble to punishment and sex had been going on in the boat, as Chad had predicted. But there always came a point where Miguel had had enough and called a halt. It was time to teach him a lesson. What had especially rankled Miguel was the way Finn had openly disrespected him in the truck on the drive up here in front of Chad and Will.
That was a step too far. What they did in private was one thing – they both understood the game they were playing. But when others heard Finn's sarcastic digs it sounded real and might belittle Miguel in the eyes of others. So whatever punishment Miguel devised it too had to be public. And now was the time.
"OK, Finn, we've done real well – we caught four good-size seabass that Will can turn into a tasty dinner. Time to go back. But we're pretty far out and we'll be fighting against the outgoing tide so it'll be a pretty tough row. I better take the oars `cos you might not be up to it."
Miguel knew as well as Finn how to throw out a challenge, though this was more understated. It was a veiled insult to Finn's macho image of himself and he predictably rose to the bait. "Fuck you, sir, you don't think I can take us in? You know how tough I can be, as tough as you any day, but in case you don't know I'll show you." He sat on the middle seat, grabbed the oars and turned the boat toward the shore."
"Fine, suit yourself," Miguel said with a yawn. "I'm feeling bushed anyway, I could use a nap. Wake me up when we touch bottom and I'll help you pull the boat up the beach." Miguel settled himself in the prow on his stomach, rested his face on a folded towel they had brought and closed his eyes. Finn grinned confidently and started pulling on the oars.
Time passed, Finn strained and kept looking back over his shoulder to see their progress. Which was slow ... painfully slow. Miguel had been right about the strong outgoing tide that surged beneath them, fighting against Finn's muscular efforts. But his haughty confidence in his own strength prohibited him from saying anything to Miguel or, god forbid, asking for help.
But Miguel was not asleep. Through narrowed eyes he glanced often at the shore and saw its painfully slow approach. Whatever this game was he wanted to make sure it didn't put them in danger of being swept farther out. He heard Finn's rasping breaths become more labored and knew that he was in trouble. But it took some time before the boy moaned, "Sir, do you think you could ... I mean, I can do it but maybe you can ..."
Miguel looked back over his shoulder. "Nah, I trust you, boy. You said you're strong and that's good enough for me." He turned away and buried his face on the towel again.
"Damn," Finn muttered under his breath. He breathed deep and pulled harder on the oars but progress was slow and Finn had to admit he was not up to the task. "Sir ... please, sir, I don't think I can do it ... can you take the oars for a while?"
Miguel turned over on his back, put his hands behind his head and stared up at him. "Er, how did that go again?"
"I said I can't do it, sir. You're stronger than me and you can get us to shore ... I can't, sir. Please sir, I give up ... I need your help."
"Hm, from boasting to groveling eh? I think I like the groveling better. Let me hear it again."
Tears came to Finn's eyes, tears of shame and desperation. "Sir, I'm not strong enough. I thought I was but I'm not. I give up. Please help me, sir. I'm begging you."
"Ah, that's the word I was waiting for." Miguel sat up. "Go sit in the stern, watch me and don't take your eyes off me – that's an order."
"Yes, sir." Finn scrambled to the back of the boat and Miguel took his place at the oars. Miguel was, in fact, much stronger than Finn and the boy watched his master's muscles flex as he rowed with powerful strokes. Feeling beaten Finn wanted to look away but knew he had to obey his master. It wasn't just the humiliation of defeat that he felt. It was raw lust for the Hispanic muscle-god, his shoulders, arms and chest bulging as he manhandled the oars, his body flecked with spray, chiseled features grimacing with effort.
Finn's cock was rock hard in his shorts. The old hustler-Finn hated the man for humiliating him but the new Finn craved him. He wanted to touch him, wanted to feel his flesh and, above all, wanted to feel his master's cock in his ass. Once again the young tough guy had been tamed, as so often before. Finn, the arrogant rebel, had a master – a master he worshiped.
"I ... I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry for the way I've been speaking to you. I need to be punished, sir."
But Miguel didn't give him the satisfaction of a reply and when the boat finally scraped the sand at the beach Finn's fear lessened and his bravado returned. "OK, sir, now that you've put me down real good, you gonna fuck my ass? You gonna punish your boy by reaming his butt?"
"Sure, why not?" Miguel said. "Let's pull this thing up on the beach."
PAYBACK TIME
Eagerly now Finn helped Miguel tug the boat up near to the shack, watched silently by Chad and Will from the porch, intrigued by what came next.
As they regained their breath Finn looked expectantly at Miguel. "Right," Miguel said, "punishment. And we might as well throw in some bondage if we're gonna do it right."
Finn's arrogance was back as he saw himself getting just what he wanted. He loved being tied up and fucked by his hunky master so he felt he had won after all. Who was calling the shots now? Miguel went briefly into the shack, with a surreptitious wink at Chad and Will on the way. He emerged with his black backpack containing some of his leather paraphernalia and pulled out a black leather collar, wrist restraints and a length of rope.
It was only a couple of minutes before Miguel stood back and admired his work – as did Chad and Will from the porch. Finn was standing on the sand with his hands tied behind his back and a leather collar round his neck. The collar was attached to the rope, the other end tied to one of the porch's corner supports. The rope was long enough to enable Finn to pace around a small area of the sand.
It brought back the image of when Miguel had first seen him at the slave auction, bound and offered for sale. Then Finn had been cowed, but now he swaggered, flush with victory having manipulated Miguel into getting what he wanted. "Go ahead, dude," he said. "Bring it on."
Miguel ripped open Finn's shorts and let them drop. He grabbed the neck of his wet T-shirt, ripped it all the way down and let the shreds hang from his shoulders. He twisted Finn's nipples hard and made him yell, then took a step back and gazed with satisfaction at the pornographic sight of the handsome young jock wincing in pain, buck naked except for the ripped shirt, his cock standing out hard as a pole.
"Yeah, just the way I like you, stud," Miguel grinned, and Finn could already imagine the erotic thrust of his master's dick up his ass. Except that Miguel had other ideas. He turned his back on Finn and grinned up at the guys on the porch. "Hey, what d'ya think, guys? Looks hot, eh? Why don't you come down here, bring a big old blanket and we'll hang out and get some sun.
Chad smiled at Will. "Better do what he says, kiddo. I think Miguel has what you might call a master plan." Turned on by the intrigue Will ran into the shack and brought out an oversize blanket, three beers and some chips and dip.
A few minutes later the two masters and the boy were stretched out on the blanket exchanging tales of what they had been up to while they had been apart. "Those seabass you caught are beauties, sir. I put them in the fridge and I know the way I want to cook them for dinner."
For a while Will and Miguel talked food and Chad was impressed that Will was not at all intimidated by talking to a master chef, the chef de cuisine at a five star hotel. While they exchanged ideas Chad glanced over at Finn and realized what Miguel was doing.
It was an elaborate kind of edging – bringing the captive to the edge of desire and then pulling back. He had given Finn exactly what he wanted, right up to the act he craved most, and then denied him. The look of scornful triumph on Finn's handsome face was replaced by anguish and frustration as he paced over the sand and tugged hopelessly at his bound wrists and neck.
Miguel was ignoring him so Chad followed suit. And Will was so engrossed in chef talk he had eyes and ears only for Miguel. They drank more beer, dipped the chips and laughed a lot. When they heard the impatient voice yell, "Sir ..." they ignored it. Will looked up but Chad shook his head and the boy fell in line with the masters.
The conversation continued and got more raunchy. "So what were you guys up to while we were out there catching dinner?" Miguel asked.
"Oh, we were solving the problems of the world, especially the lovers of the world. Will knows a thing or two about love and set me straight on a bunch of things. In the end he was so assertive that one thing led to another and ..."
"... and?" Miguel grinned.
"Well, you know, actions speak louder than words so ... so Will fucked me."
Miguel's eyes opened wide. "He fucked you? The boy fucked the master up the ass?" He stared at Will who blushed, not from embarrassment but with the pleasure of being the topic of conversation between these two macho men.
"But you're not gonna let him get away with that, dude, are you?" Miguel said. "You can't. A master has to assert his authority, show the boy who's boss. Take it from one who knows – I've mastered that technique." He glanced at the struggling Finn, then winked at Chad.
"Yeah, well, I told the boy there would be payback eventually."
"No, not eventually, buddy. You gotta do it right away, otherwise the boy gets the idea fixed in his mind that he can do what he wants and play the master like a flute. Like I said, I know what I'm talking about," with another sidelong glance at Finn. "You gotta be firm – so does your dick."
"Huh, no problem there, dude, I got a boner just sitting next to the boy."
"Yeah, but sitting won't do it, doc. Fucking's the only thing that will." Will glanced at Chad who could see from his shining eyes that he was longing for it. Will loved it that Chad was playing with him, and the men were talking about him like he was just a piece of ass to get fucked.
"Right here in public?" Chad said. "Yeah well, I guess you're right, and I do need to get my rocks off. All I need is some lube." Will shoved his hand in his shorts' pocket and pulled out the tube. "Oh yeah," Chad said, stifling a grin, "you never leave home without it."
"Never, sir," an impish grin spreading over his freckled face.
Chad put on his stern voice. "Don't get smart with me, kid. I've just been warned about rebellious kids like you, think they can butt-fuck their masters and get away with it. Get on your hands and knees ... now!"
Will scrambled up on all fours and looked over his shoulder at Chad who was greasing up his cock. "Are you gonna punish me, sir?" He was enjoying the game. "I don't think I can take that big dick up my ass, sir."
"You don't have a say in this, boy. You had the balls to fuck your master so it's an eye for an eye and a fuck for a fuck, get it?"
"It sure looks like I'm gonna get it, sir."
Fuck you and your smart mouth, kid." Chad pulled Will's shorts down over his ass and slapped the cheeks lightly a couple of times. "This is way overdue, kid. Here it comes."
Chad sank his cock slowly between the white globes and into Will's ass, taking care to pause at the slightest hint of discomfort. But all he heard was a purr of pleasure as Will looked back over his shoulder. "Thank you, sir. I love your cock in my ass, sir. Fuck me ... please."
TAMING THE REBEL
"NO!" The anguished cry came from Finn who was pulling frantically at his bound wrists and jerking his neck forward in a hopeless attempt to free himself from the collar. His frustration had been building as he watched and listened to the group but he assumed Miguel was just making him sweat before coming back and fucking him. But now that the men had started in on sex he was scared he might be ignored altogether.
His first instinct was to curse and threaten, but he curbed his impulses. That was the old Finn, before he met Miguel, but now he craved the handsome, powerful Hispanic so much he knew he had to obey. But he was still too proud to beg in front of Chad and Wil. He would never let them hear him beg.
Chad was now gripping the sides of Will's butt and pulling it back on his cock again and again, a bit deeper each time. Will was in heaven, so engrossed in the erotic pleasure and fantasy of being butt-fucked by the sexy doctor that he blocked out the anguished cries of his friend. That was Miguel's business anyway. All Will had to do was relish the warm sensation that spread from his ass and fired his body – and try to hold back his orgasm as long as possible.
He heard Miguel say, "If you want any help, buddy, just say the word. I'm locked and loaded."
"You wanna grab a piece of the action here, dude? Be my guest. How does spit-roast sound?"
"Now you're talking my language, doc." Miguel grabbed Will's mop of red hair and pulled his face up. "Open up kiddo."
Eagerly Will opened wide and felt Miguel's cock sliding down his throat, being as careful with the boy as Chad was. By now Will was skilled at sucking dick, thanks to lessons from his pal Eddie, and he didn't gag once as the cock gently massaged his throat. He was thrilled by the thought and feeling of getting spit-roasted by the Greek God doctor and the muscular Hispanic.
But one man did not take the action so calmly. Finn was going wild, watching his master fuck another boy's face. He had assumed Miguel would eventually turn his attention to him, but if he shot his wad down Will's throat he knew he would not get the `punishment', he craved.
All his arrogance and pride drained from him. He would do anything to make amends to Miguel. He would plead, beg, grovel, whatever it took. He accepted now that he was well and truly beaten by his master... the rebel had been tamed.
"No," he howled. "Please, sir, please fuck me. I know I behaved badly, and I'm sorry. I love you, sir. Please let me be your boy. Please, you own my ass, sir, I want to surrender to you. I beg you, sir. I'm begging you ..."
But the action on the blanket was now so intense that the three men still did not react to the prisoner's pleading. "I'm getting close, kid," Chad panted. "Damn your ass feels good round my dick. Grab your cock Will and we'll cum together."
Will had been holding back and now he grabbed his cock with one hand, bracing himself on the ground with one arm. As soon as he touched his cock he knew he had to shoot. Chad fucked harder and yelled, "Here it come, kid ...I'm gonna shoot in your ass ... fuck ... fuuuck ..." Their orgasms were simultaneous, Chad flooding the boy's ass and Will spraying jizz over the blanket as he moaned into the gag of Miguel's cock.
As adrenaline flowed out of him Will now became acutely aware of Finn's desperate pleading. He was sobbing now, begging Miguel for forgiveness, offering to do anything to regain his master's love and attention. Will jerked his head back off Miguel's cock.
"Wait I haven't cum yet kid. Suck it boy." Miguel tried to pull his head forward again but Will resisted. "No, sir. You're hurting Finn, he needs you so bad. And he's my friend."
"I just wanna cum in your mouth, kiddo."
"No, sir. I don't want to, and Randy said a boy never has to do anything he don't want to. Please, sir, I know it's not my business, but please forgive Finn, he's my friend. I know he loves you like crazy, sir, he told me. He's your boy, sir, please don't hurt him anymore."
There was a sudden silence, broken only by Finn's sobs. Miguel smiled at Chad. "Some boy you got here, doc – he's perfect. Take good care of him, dude. OK, now for my boy."
Miguel turned, walked up to Finn and stared at him. "Hey, kid. Anyone who can inspire friendship like Will just showed toward you can't be all bad. I love you too boy, and I forgive you ... this time. I know what it took for you to grovel in front of those two guys. But you gotta accept, kid, that I'm the boss around here. And when you go too far with that swaggering, tough-hustler act, you gotta know I'm gonna hit back and make you cry. I'll always win."
"Yes, sir," Finn said meekly.
Miguel kissed him hard on the lips, then pulled back and tweaked his nipples hard. Finn howled in pain, then Miguel stepped back and stared at him, bound and humbled, buck naked except for the shreds of his shirt hanging over his heaving chest. His hands tied behind him, sweat ran down his face and neck, over the collar and down the cleft of his pecs."
"Now that is fucking gorgeous," Miguel said. "Only a tough young jock as hot and handsome as that is fit to be my boy. And you are my boy, Finn, a boy I love. And," he grinned, "a boy who still needs to be punished."
"Yes, sir. Yes please, sir."
Miguel went behind him, grabbed his hips ... and drove his wet cock hard in his ass.
"Aaagh!" It was a cry not of pain but of joy and relief that at long last he was feeling his master's thick shaft filling his ass. "Thank you, sir. I love you, sir, I'll be a good boy for you."
"I know you will, dude. `Cos if you don't I'll make you suffer. Except, I think part of you wants that. Ah well, one butt-fuck at a time."
The fuck was fast and savage, just what Finn wanted and needed. He wanted it to hurt to show Miguel he could take it all. This is what toughness was, not the arrogant scorn he acted out. He was tough enough to take his master's cock in his ass whenever and wherever Miguel wanted, and for however long.
But this was not a long fuck – short but savage. Chad and Will watched in awe as the master pounded his boy's ass until their shouts echoed round the dunes and Miguel shot his pent-up load in his boy's ass and Finn sprayed jizz that hissed as it splashed down on the hot sand.
Miguel leaned against Finn's back, his arms wrapped round him, until their shouts were blown away on the breeze, replaced by the seagulls screaming excitedly overhead. Miguel pulled out, and unbuckled Finn's wrists. He came round to face him and untied the rope from the collar, but Finn said, "Please, sir, can I keep the collar on for a while?"
"Sure you can, boy – looks terrific on you." He wrapped his arms round Finn and master and boy stood locked together in a passion only they fully understood.
WHICH MAN WILL IT BE?
Chad grinned at Will. "Well, kiddo, you told me earlier that all relationships are different and there are endless ways one guy can show love to another. Sometimes we just sit back and smile, other times we take a walk on the wild side. I think we just did."
"So what's next, sir? How do you top that?"
"Oh we don't have to top it, kiddo, we'll leave that to them. We've got all kinds of stuff ahead of us. Eddie's gonna grill you for hours on all this, and you'll get back to your family – the twins and Bob and Randy. As for me, I have to get together with Doctor Steve on my new work project and ..."
"And you gotta find that special man who's gonna share your house and your golden retriever, sir."
"And if what you say is true, Will, I may already have met him, which means it's probably a guy in the tribe. Question is, which one."
"Oooh," Will laughed, "that's a guessing game the boys can really get their teeth into. They'll probably be taking bets."
"You got anyone in mind, Will?"
"I do, actually, sir, though I'd never say who. I'll write the name down but I'll keep it to myself until I find out if I'm right."
"Knowing you, Will, you probably are.
TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 496
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