A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 541 by Rob Williams

Chapter 541 – "DARIUS & TWO SEXY THAI BOYS"

IN THIS CHAPTER

Young black muscle-stud Darius takes his Thai boy Ryan to join their buddies in a classy hotel on the coast. After Darius defends Ryan from four thugs, they meet another Thai boy who has secret fantasies – of black muscle guys and bondage. "What's not to like?" Darius says. "A horny muscle-boy with two sexy Thai boys who are hot to trot." So they help the new boy play out his fantasies.

<><> IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER <><>

Miguel, the handsome executive chef at the Ritz Carlton, had been asked to sort out accounting problems in the kitchen of the hotel down the coast in Laguna. Miguel needed the help of the tribe's experienced young office manager Brandon, the boy of the sexy Forest Ranger Pete, so he invited them both down to the luxury hotel for a visit, in one of the hotel's finest suites.

Miguel also brought his own boy Finn along – which caused problems. Insecure from his former life as a street hustler, and intimidated by the luxury hotel, Finn masked his insecurities by reverting to what he was good at, shamelessly cock-teasing older men in the hotel.

Brandon tried tactfully to guide Finn, who erupted in a torrent of vicious verbal abuse of the sweet-tempered boy in the wheelchair. But Brandon recognized the pain inside Finn, born of intimidation and low self-esteem, and he skillfully turned the situation round by showing affection and kindness to Finn, which culminated in gentle, loving sex.

Meanwhile, Miguel and Pete resolved their differences too. The gentle, peace-loving Pete chose not to punish Miguel but to make love to him. Finn was still nervous that Miguel might reject him after his appalling behavior to Brandon, but as the injured party Brandon had shown love and compassion to Finn, Miguel too forgave and embraced the boy he loved.

With peace restored and bruised feelings soothed, Miguel got back to the problem at hand. As the solution lay in a new computer program, Brandon suggested that his office assistance Ryan was the guy they needed. Ryan was what's known as a computer nerd, having created new programs for the tribe's construction company.

Miguel jumped on the idea and invited Ryan and his man Darius to join them in the hotel. Darius welcomed the idea of a few days out of town with his boy Ryan, being pampered in a fancy hotel, courtesy of Miguel. "I'll get you a real nice room right next to our suite," Miguel said. "It'll be like a mini-vacation for you two. How soon can you leave?"

"We can be out the door in five minutes," Darius said. "We don't need to pack much ... except we don't have too much in the way of fancy clothes."

"No sweat, buddy, we've got a ton of stuff we can lend you if necessary. When you get here just check with reception and I'll have everything set up for you. Er, but ... there is just one thing, Darius. When you get here, you should probably be wearing a shirt."

Darius roared with laughter. "Bob already told me that. Don't worry, I won't let the side down. I know the rules ... I'll try my best not to break any. OK, guys, see you all in a couple of hours."

Miguel shut off the phone with a satisfied smile. "Gentlemen, it seems that our little group is gonna grow by two – Darius and Ryan."

========= CHAPTER 541 =========

<><> A MINOR DETOUR <><>

Before Darius and his boy Ryan arrived at the hotel, Miguel took Pete, Brandon and Finn to lunch at Pablito's, a small cantina on the beach several miles down the coast. Miguel was well-know there from the years when he worked at the hotel and came down here often to escape the pressure of work.

They were greeted by the owner Pablito's wife Maria, a large motherly woman who opened her arms wide and hugged Miguel effusively. "Ah, mi Miguel – mas guapo que nunca."

"More handsome than ever," Brandon translated quietly to Finn, who grinned, "I'll say!"

Miguel introduced his friends, and Maria switched to heavily accented English. "Friends of my beautiful boy Miguel are always honored guests at Pablito's." She showed them to a table under a shady thatch and smiled, "A pitcher – or two, niños?"

"We'll start with one, Maria and work from there, eh guys? Pablito and Maria serve the finest margaritas this side of Mexico. Best Mexican food too."

They were a festive foursome, all of them feeling a sense of having put to rest a nasty quarrel, with no residual damage. On the contrary, with love and forgiveness – and plenty of sex – they had sown the seeds of several deep, lasting friendships. But as they chatted happily over lunch they did not rehash the trauma of recent events. Instead they concentrated on the immediate future – the fun they would have and the imminent arrival of Darius and his boy Ryan.

The basic reason they were all here was for Brandon, Finn and Ryan to assist Miguel in setting up systems to resolve the inventory problems of the hotel kitchen chefs and staff. Miguel said, "Ryan will be a godsend to me with his computer expertise and his skill at explaining the new program to the older, technophobic chefs down here."

"And I bet he's really stoked about getting out of town with Darius." Brandon smiled. "They haven't been away together for a long time and certainly not to a grand hotel like this one. But the luxury won't faze Ryan. He always feels safe and confident when he's with the man he idolizes, and Darius is the best protector a boy could have.

"And as for Darius, nothing intimidates that gorgeous young black stud. He's confident wherever he goes. There'll be a few beating hearts, and stiff dicks, when he strides through the lobby, with a good-looking Thai boy at his side.""

Even as Brandon spoke, the truth of his words was evident in Darius's truck as he sped down the highway headed south. His Thai boy Ryan was excited and proud to be sitting next to the handsome black muscle-stud, knowing that he was loved and cared for.

Darius grinned, "Good to get out of town, eh kiddo? We both work so hard, a little vacation together was way overdue. I'm real proud of you that Miguel said you were essential to his work down here. And I don't want you to be intimidated by this fancy-shmancy hotel, everyone calling you sir. You're with me, kiddo, and nothing's too good for my boy."

Darius was shirtless, as usual, but said, "Don't let this no-shirt thing fool you, kid. The hotel has a dress code and we might have to dress up a bit for stuff like dinner. We can borrow smart clothes from the other guys and, for when we arrive there, I brought with me that hot black polo shirt you bought for me."

Ryan thought the shirt looked sexy, but personally he preferred Darius shirtless, especially now when Darius kept his left hand on the wheel and stretched his muscular right arm over Ryan's shoulder. Ryan sighed happily, inhaling the faint scent of man-sweat coming from the armpit right next to his face. He could not remember any time he had been happier than he was now.

They had driven for a half hour when Darius said, "Hey, did we bring any water with us, kiddo?"

Ryan blushed. "Sorry sir, no we didn't, we left in such a hurry. It's my fault, sir, I should have ..."

"Hey, hey, it's not your fault kiddo. You're not my servant, you're my boy. We both forgot, but it's no big deal. We'll pull off the freeway in a minute and pick some up at a convenience store, and maybe some munchies too."

He took the next freeway exit, quickly found a small store and pulled into the parking lot. "Hm, looks like a pretty rough neighborhood to me. You stay where you are and I'll run in. Just be a few minutes."

Darius jumped out and Ryan watched his strong bare back admiringly as he strode inside. He leaned back and closed his eyes for a few moments, but was startled to hear a rough voice. "Hey, Chinaman, wake up. Ying-tong, ying-tong." He opened his eyes to see a tough young face peering at him through the open window. Close by were three others, all of them scruffy young guys wearing black.

"What you doin' here, chink? This is our hood and we don't like foreigners, especially chinks. You should go back to wherever the hell you came from."

Ryan gulped hard. "Actually I'm not Chinese, I'm Thai, and I live here."

"Not anymore you don't asshole. You hear that guys?" Mocking Ryan's Asian features he pulled his own eyes into slits and mimicked, "I'm not Chinese, I'm a whatever-the-fuck faggot... aaagh!"

Suddenly a hand grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him up off his feet, the shirt pulling tight round his throat making him choke and his eyes pop. Behind him Darius had his arm raised with the man dangling helplessly from his fist, choking on his shirt."

"And what gutter did you crawl out of, punk? Damn, you're ugly."

"Please ..." the man croaked. "I can't ..."

"Good, maybe I'll let you hang there by the neck till you're dead." As the man struggled desperately, his legs flailing in midair, one of his buddies advance menacingly. Darius raised his boot and kicked him in the balls. He crumpled to the ground screaming, and the other two backed off

"OK, assholes," Darius growled. "Anyone else moves and your buddy's a dead man. On the other hand I might let him live if he apologizes to my buddy here. You ready dickhead?"

The punk choked out the words, hanging in front of Ryan. "I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry. Please, sir, make him stop, sir."

"What do you think, kiddo? Your choice, alive or dead?"

"Let him go, sir."

Darius suddenly opened his hand and the thug fell heavily to the ground in a heap. Darius barked, "OK, you shit-for-brains douchebags. If you are not out of my sight in ten seconds I will rip your balls off and stuff them so far down your ugly throats that you'll fucking choke to death."

The two cowering in the background helped their fallen buddies stagger to their feet and dragged them stumbling out of the parking lot. Darius wiped his hands together in disgust, casually picked up the shopping bag at his feet and swung himself into the truck."

"You OK, kiddo?"

"Yes thank you, sir. I didn't know what to do. I guess I was scared and just stayed put."

"You did the right thing, kid. Situations like that you let me deal with. But when it comes to computers, I don't know shit so that's where you do the heavy lifting. Deal?"

"Deal, sir," said Ryan, still shaken but managing a smile.

Revving the engine Darius said, "See, thing you have to remember is that most bullies are cowards. I dealt with asswipes like that before – piece o' cake. OK, so that's over. Here's the water, some juice and lots of munchies." He grinned, "As the old saying goes, `but apart from that, sir, how did you enjoy the drive?" He roared with laughter at his own joke, threw his arm over Ryan's shoulder again and swung out of the parking lot and back on the freeway.

<><> EATING WHILE DRIVING <><>

Darius's air of all-in-a-day's-work casualness calmed Ryan's nerves and he smiled, "Sir, thank you for saving me back there."

"No need for thanks, kid. It's what a man does for his boy. Zack taught me that when he asked me to be his boy all that time ago. He taught me to fight, too, but I don't want you doing any of that. Like I said, leave that to me."

"Those guys thought I was Chinese, but Thai features are nothing like Chinese."

"Ah, to those morons all Asians are the same. They're so fucking stupid they wouldn't recognize their own grandmother if they fell over her in the street. Forget about them, kiddo. Don't waste your energy on gutter-trash like that."

So they lapsed into a comfortable silence and Ryan rested his hand on Darius's thigh. In a few minutes it strayed down to his inner thigh and he gasped softly when he felt the shape of the stiff ten-inch cock under his jeans, stretching halfway down to his knee.

Darius chuckled. "Ah, you feel that uh? Funny, when I told you to forget those punks I should have told my dick – it has a longer memory, pardon my pun. A skirmish like that always gives me a boner that won't go away."

"I can help you with that, sir," Ryan said, stroking the bulge under the rough denim. It would be my way of thanking you."

"Hmm... it wouldn't be legal, of course, driving like that – not that that's ever stopped me. And god knows I've gone down on Zack enough times and he was steady as a rock at the wheel. We, er, we got another half-hour to go. Think that's enough time for you, kid?"

"Sir," Ryan said, with a trace of indignation, "it won't take me that long. I was taught by Eddie."

"Ah yeah, the famous boner-buster. OK, kiddo. Go for it."

Darius now steered with both hands on the wheel as his boy shuffled over in his seat, leaned down to his crotch and clamped his mouth over the bulge in his jeans. He breathed warm air on the denim and bit into it lightly, spurred on by the soft groans from above him. He pressed his cheek against the bulge, then bit he tag of the zipper and slowly jerked it down with his teeth.

Ryan pressed his face into the open fly, wrapped his mouth round the cock and tugged. The massive black shaft sprang out and stood erect as a flagpole. As always, Ryan gasped at the sight of the ten-inch schlong and licked it gently. He used his hand to gently ease the huge black balls from inside his pants and licked them hungrily, to renewed moans from Darius.

"Fuck, you're good at this, dude. Man that feels hot. OK, kid, go for the gold."

Ryan buried his face in the tangle of wiry black pubes and inhaled the smell of damp sweat. Then he licked all ten inches up to the end and flicked his tongue at the hard, ultra-sensitive corona of the bulbous head.

When Ryan had first become Darius's boy he had been intimidated by the massive black club, but over time, and with much practice, he had come to worship it and now swallowed it almost all the way to the back of his throat. Again he breathed in the smell of damp pubic hair before pulling back and going slowly down again

"Ah, shit," Darius groaned, gazing down at the sweet, gentle face feasting on his cock. His eyes focused back on the road and he moved into the slow lane but kept a straight steady course. Passing drivers had no idea that the handsome black man with a smile on his face was being blown by a beautiful young Thai boy.

For a moment Darius took his right hand off the steering wheel and ran it through Ryan's thick black hair as it moved slowly up and down. "Such a beautiful boy," he said softly, "and such a great cock-sucker. I love you kiddo."

"I muv you too, shir," Ryan mumbled without taking his mouth off the iron-hard shaft.

And so the erotic blowjob continued at a steady sixty miles-an-hour down the freeway, with groans of pleasure from Darius and not a choke from Ryan, though Darius saw a tear trickle down his boy's cheek. And it was the sight of that soft round face and dark almond-shaped eyes that brought Darius to the edge.

"You are so fucking beautiful, Ryan. I don't think I can hold back anymore. You ready?"

"Mmmm ..." Ryan mumbled with an attempt at a nod, which Darius took as a yes. So he sighed deeply, kept his eyes on the road, his hands firmly on the steering wheel, and howled triumphantly as his cock erupted in his boy's throat.

A passing motorist looked over at Darius and smiled and waved, thinking he was singing. Darius waved back, then grinned down at Ryan who was feverishly gulping down the flood of semen filling his mouth.

Darius reached down, grabbed Ryan's hair and gently pulled his head back off his cock. "That was terrific, kiddo. You OK?"

"Wonderful, sir. Throat's a little sore – but all in a good cause. Sir, I've got a real big hard-on myself. Is it OK if I jerk off just looking at you?"

"Be my guest, dude. I'll pull over into the fast lane and keep my eyes on the road."

Ryan twisted round, leaned back against the passenger door and gazed at Darius. He opened his own shorts, pulled out his cock and stroked it, lost in the homoerotic image of the shirtless black man with the ripped, muscular body, chiseled ebony features and his massive cock still hanging out of his pants and dripping cum.

"You are so beautiful, sir. I love you so much."

Darius grinned. "Show me how much, kiddo. Go for it."

"OK, sir. Here it comes." Ryan pounded his cock and, with his free hand, pulled his shirt up to bare his abs and chest. His breathing got heavy, his heart pounded and he gasped loudly as juice spurted from his cock and splashed on his bare body.

"That's my boy," Darius laughed. "Damn, that sweet face of yours masks the sex dynamo you turn into when the dicks come out. Are all Thai boys like that?"

Ryan giggled and Darius said, "Hey, grab that towel behind you on the back seat and wipe the cum off you and off my cock. Smart of you to not get any on that clean white shirt. When we get there the hotel valet is gonna take the truck and it wouldn't be too good if it smelt of semen. Oh I dunno, what the hell. Depends on the valet – might be the best tip he's had all day."

Darius reach behind him, grabbed his black polo shirt and pulled it on. "There, dressed and ready," he grinned. "OK, curtain up, kiddo. We're on."

<><> RYAN STRUTS HIS STUFF <><>

As they drove up the long palm-tree-lined driveway Ryan was excited but not nervous, and certainly not intimidated. His relationship with Darius was the opposite of Finn's with Miguel. Finn's problem was that being with a man as hot and popular as Miguel, made him feel inferior and insecure. By contrast, being the boy of an imposing, dominant man like Darius made Ryan feel superior and self-assured, a mirror of his master.

When they pulled up under the covered grand entrance to the hotel the staff sprang into action. Valets opened both doors and Darius and Ryan got out. One of the valets stared in awe at Darius and said smartly, "Welcome to the Ritz-Carlton, sir. Enjoy your stay with us." Darius rewarded him with a dazzling, white-toothed smile and went round to Ryan who was being greeted with equal enthusiasm.

When a doorman offered to take their luggage Darius responded with another gleaming smile. "Thanks but we can manage. We've only got these backpacks."

Brandon had earlier predicted, `There'll be a few beating hearts, and stiff dicks, when Darius strides through the lobby, with a good-looking Thai boy at his side.' And he was right. Heads turned at the sight of the tall, handsome black man accompanied by the beautiful Thai boy.

At the reception desk Darius gave his name and the middle-aged receptionist brightened. Ah yes, sir, guests of our executive chef."

"And this is Ryan who has come to fix your computer systems in the kitchen."

"Yes indeed, the receptionist said with a conspiratorial raise of the eyebrows. "And just in time if I may say so. I keep telling them they need a young man to do the job. For older men like myself computers can be a foreign language."

"Darius, Ryan!" Suddenly Miguel was at their elbow. "Great to see you, guys. The valet alerted me you had arrived. I've got you the room right next to ours. It's OK, Roger, he smiled at the receptionist. I'll take them up with me."

When they went into their room Darius and Ryan stared around in amazement. "Great space, Miguel," Darius beamed. "Yeah, Ryan and me will fit in here real well, eh kiddo? Look at that enormous bed – already giving me ideas."

Ryan smiled at Miguel. "Thank you sir, it's beautiful. And there's a terrace." Miguel took them outside and explained, "The divider between your terrace and our suite next door is removable so I had it taken out and made it into a kind of three-room suite. Come say hi to the others."

They walked along the terrace and in through the French windows to the suite where Pete and the boys were waiting for them. Ryan bent down and hugged Brandon and then Finn, while Darius beamed and shook hands with Pete.

Miguel said, "We already had lunch down at Pablito's and we're still feeling the effects of two pitchers of margaritas. We figured you might be hungry so we had room-service bring up coffee, juice, drinks and all kinds of stuff to eat. We were gonna relax a while before hitting the pool. So let's all sit down and catch up."

They sat round the large table, sipping and nibbling, and Pete said casually, "How was the drive down, Darius?"

Darius grinned at Ryan. "Quite eventful, actually, eh kiddo?"

"I'll say." Ryan adopted Eddie's famous opening lines to a story, complete with raised palms and wide eyes. "Guys, you will not believe ... We went to this little convenience store and Darius went in for water and munchies, but while I was in the car four tough guys came up made fun of me and threatened me. Worst part was they called me Chinese – me, Chinese! – and told me to go back where I came from.

"Just then Darius came out. He hauled one of them in the air and choked him, and kicked another one in the balls. He made them apologize to me, then told them if they didn't get out of his sight pronto he would rip off their balls and stuff them down their throats. They were terrified. They apologized, called me sir, and dragged themselves out of there real fast."

Miguel threw his head back and roared with laughter. "Oh Zack is gonna love that one. He'll be real proud of you dude, defending your boy like that."

After that, Brandon turned the conversation to Miguel's kitchen problems – the reason Ryan had come down to join him and Finn. They had already spoken on the phone and outlined the situation. Miguel had identified the inventory and purchasing problems and now said, "They got a clunky old computer system down there right now and we were kinda hoping you can come up with something better, but not too complicated.

Ryan's eyes brightened and he was off and running, much to Darius's pleasure and pride as he sat back and listened. Ryan explained to Miguel, "It's basically a simple matter of inventory control, sir, like we deal with all the time in the construction company's warehouse. I custom-built a computer program based on barcodes that was easy for everyone to use, and I can do the same for you.

"You see, sir, the problem with most computer programmers is they speak their own language and when they write the user instructions they can't go back to plain English."

"Tell me about it," Brandon said. "Three of the scariest words in the English language are go to settings'. And then it says select the privacy tab', and there is no `privacy tab', and I want to throw the computer out the window."

"Exactly, dude. Well no more laptops through windows `cos I build programs that are idiot-proof – oh, no offense, sir," looking sheepishly at Miguel.

"None taken, Ryan," Miguel smiled.

"You say a lot of your senior chefs are older gentlemen and technophobic. Of course, being a chef takes a whole different skill set from understanding computers, so they should leave that to their assistants – and I can teach them – piece of cake."

Miguel grinned at Darius, who was beaming with pride. "Ain't he something, Miguel? I'm so damn proud. Even when I don't have a clue what he's talking about it's music to my ears." Ryan blushed at Darius's words of praise and Brandon gave him a reassuring thumbs up.

"OK," Miguel said, "so where do we go from here? This is what I would like, though I don't wanna take too big a chunk out of your vacation. Darius, while you go down to the pool with Pete could I borrow Ryan to come down to the kitchen and speak to the guys who are in charge of inventory and purchasing?

"And Pete, maybe you would let Brandon come with Ryan, and I want Finn there too. I wouldn't keep them longer than an hour and then they can come and join you at the pool and enjoy the rest of their vacation.

The men agreed, the boys were all for it, and they went their separate ways. As they made their way to the pool Darius said, "Our boys are terrific, ain't they Pete?"

"Absolutely, Darius. And the way you swung into action and protected Ryan by demolishing those four thugs. Very impressive, dude."

"Ah that," said Darius dismissively. "I get a kick out of protecting him – literally a kick this time," he chuckled. "I can deal with scum like that with one hand tied behind my back."

"Well let's hope it never comes to that, dude," Pete laughed.

But in an unexpected way, it almost did.

<><> A SURPRISING NEW BOY <><>

While the boys were dazzling the kitchen staff with computer science, Pete and Darius were lounging in the sun on chaises by the pool. Darius stretched his limbs lazily. "Pete, I can't remember when I last had a break from work like this – and certainly not being pampered in classy surroundings like this. It's real generous of Miguel."

"Oh, a mini vacation is his way of thanking us for lending our boys to him to help him fix the problems down here. Makes you realize how talented our kids are."

"Yeah," Darius smiled. "I'm crazy about Ryan – love him more every day." Darius lay on his stomach, propped his face on his folded arms and surveyed the hotel guests taking the sun. Suddenly he did a double-take. "Hey, there's Ryan already ... no, sorry ... just a kid who looks like him. Look, getting out of the pool and going over to that chaise. Same beautiful face, almond eyes, thick black hair and beautiful body. Don't he resemble Ryan?"

"Sure does, dude. You think he's a Thai boy too?"

Darius chuckled. "You know how upset Ryan got when those punks called him Chinese? Well, I'd never admit it but I have trouble telling Asian guys apart too ... you know, Chinese, Japanese and all the others. But Thai boys have a special sexy look.

"You're biased, dude, you're in love with one. Hey, he's looking over here." Darius looked up and smiled at the boy, who smiled back. Then the kid opened his book and began reading.

Darius forgot about him and dozed off, to be woken sometime later by the three boys coming out to join them. Ryan was full of the meeting that had apparently gone well, and he was all set to put together a program for the hotel kitchen when he got back to town.

"But now we just kick back and have a good time, kiddo." Ryan lay down on a chaise next to him as Darius again caught sight of the boy who had stopped reading and was again staring in their direction. "See that kid over there staring at us? Must be because you look just like him, kiddo. You think he's Thai?"

"Yes definitely, sir, can't you tell?" Darius bit his tongue and grinned at Pete. "He's really nice looking," Ryan said. "And it looks as if he's out here on his own."

"You want him, kiddo?" Darius asked with his usual directness and lack of finesse.

"Sir, we don't know him. You can't just go up to a guy and say, `Hey, you look cute, my buddy wants you."

"Not in so many words, but I always say if you want something go get it. And if my boy wants something, I'll get it for him. Darius jumped up and picked his way through the chaises. The boy shaded his eyes against the sun and looked up at the tall, stunning black guy in board shorts with the perfect body, his ebony muscles gleaming in the sun. Darius flashed a seductive smile.

"Oh no," Ryan groaned and buried his face in the cushion as Finn chuckled, "That's just Darius being Darius, kiddo, taking care of his boy. You didn't like those punks you met so he kicked them away. This is the opposite – a boy you do like, so he goes get him for you."

Embarrassed, Ryan averted his face and pretended it wasn't happening. But he couldn't ignore it when he heard, "Hey Ryan," and looked up at Darius and the Thai boy smiling down at him. Ryan sat up, shaded his eyes and spoke to the newcomer in their Thai language. The boy sat on the edge of Ryan's chaise and they chatted amiably, relaxing in the easy familiarity of same nationality and language.

Darius turned to face Pete, who said quietly, "They're so much alike, Darius. They make a very sexy couple. Did you find out if the new kid is into guys?"

"Didn't get that far, dude, but the kid sure gave me the once-over – up and down and back again. But I'll leave that to Ryan. They seem to be getting on like a house on fire."

Just then Ryan turned to Darius and said, "I apologize, sir. I was always told it's rude to speak in a foreign language other people don't understand. Sir, this is Somchai, better known as Sam in this country. He's visiting from Thailand and speaks fluent English. Sam, these are my friends – Darius you've already met, this is Pete and Brandon and this is Finn."

There were enthusiastic greetings all round and Sam used sir when greeting Pete and Darius. Darius pulled up a chaise for him. "Sorry if I startled you, Sam, charging over to you and introducing myself like that. That's just me – bull in a china-shop as we say here."

"Please don't apologize, sir," Sam said rather formally, with a lilting accent and a hint of shyness. I was feeling rather bored and lonely, so company is nice."

"You staying here all alone?"

"At the moment. I live in Bangkok with my father, my parents are divorced. We live very well, in an area I think you would call upscale, is that right?" My father is a successful businessman. He travels a lot on business and often takes me with him – that's how I learned English."

"Is that what you're doing in California?" Pete asked.

"Yes, sir. We are staying in this hotel for a week, but my father had to go up to San Francisco for two days and he'll come back for me tomorrow afternoon and we'll fly back to Bangkok. As he will have so many business meetings in San Francisco he thought I would be bored, and I would have more fun just staying here on my own in this lovely hotel."

"And how's that working out for you, Sam?" Pete asked.

"As you see, sir. Out by the pool all alone and rather bored with no one to talk to. I am rather shy with people and don't make friends easily – unless they come charging up to me like ... like the thing in a china-shop."

"A bull, kiddo," Darius grinned.

"Yes sir, like a bull," Sam smiled, eyes running up and down the muscular black body.

"Well you're not alone anymore Sammy," Darius said, flashing his sexy smile again. "Or, you don't have to be if you don't want to be. There's always us."

Sam blushed deeply and became tongue-tied, "Thank you, sir, I ... I er ..."

Typically, the sympathetic Pete jumped in to sooth his embarrassment. "Ryan, perhaps Sam would like to revert to his own language with you for a while. Finding a friend who speaks your own language can make things easier to express. And don't worry about us. We won't think you're being rude, eh Darius?"

"Hell, no ... good idea, Pete. Give Sammy a chance to relax. And Ryan, kiddo, you can say whatever you like, knowing that none of us will know dick what you're saying."

A waiter came up to take their drinks order and language split them into two groups – the Thai boys who looked so much alike, and the English speakers who were ready for a good gossip.

<><> WHAT'S HE INTO <><>

Ryan and Sam became so engrossed with each other, speaking excitedly in their lilting language, that they paid no attention to the English gossip a short distance away. Which was probably just as well.

"So what do you think, dude?" Finn said quietly to Brandon. "Does he or doesn't he?"

"Hmm, I'd guess that he does. I mean when Darius barged over to him it didn't take much to make the boy follow him over here."

"Could be just that he was lonely and bored like he said," Pete cautioned.

"Well thanks a bunch, dude," Darius laughed. "It could just be that a sexy black hunk was too hot to resist."

"Or Ryan, a beautiful Thai boy who looks just like him," Brandon chuckled. "When he looked over here it was hard to tell which of you he was staring at."

"Prob'ly both," Finn grinned, "that would be my bet. I'd go get a dictionary if it would help me understand what those two are saying. They are what I would describe as definitely into each other. That look in his eyes ain't just a hi-how-are-ya' look. More like your-place-or-mine'. And look how he keeps blushing, like he's confessing all kinds of deep, dark secrets. When Ryan's finished with him he'll have got all the dirt."

"You guys down in the dirt already?" came a cheerful voice as Miguel arrived, drink in hand and sat down beside Finn. OK, if you can't beat em join em, so give me the dirt, guys. What's up?"

"Right, so here's the story so far, sir." Finn quickly filled him in and Miguel said, "Oh, yeah, I'd bet the farm on it. The kid is ready. Look at that light in his eyes. He's totally into Ryan and he's spilling all the beans, all his secrets. And believe me, they ain't talking computers. See how he keeps glancing over here? You're part of it Darius, whether you like it or not."

"Oh, I like it, what's not to like – two sexy look-alike Thai boys who are hot to trot? Oh, yeah."

Suddenly Sam stood up and with one last glance at the group, quickly left the pool area. Brandon chuckled. "So poof, it's all over – just like that."

But it wasn't over – far from it. Ryan came closer to the group and they stared at him wide-eyed. "So spill kiddo," Darius said. "What gives?"

"Sir, I don't think I can share everything with the group. It was too intimate and it would be like betraying his confidence. But Sam is not just looking for happy talk, he wants a whole lot more.

"First, he's horny as hell and hasn't had sex since he left Thailand. His dad, in addition to being filthy rich, sounds like a real cool guy. He knows Sam's story, most of it, and just wants him to have fun. That's one reason he left him here, thinking he was bound to find someone he could have fun with."

"And he found you," Darius grinned.

"Not just me, sir. You too. To him youre a god who just came down from Mount Olympus. We talked about preferences and ... well that's where it got kind of intimate – stuff he's never told anyone before. That's the part it wouldn't be fair to blab about – only to you, sir, cos you're part of it." Ryan stopped and blushed.

"Sir, I took a liberty and you can tell me if I was wrong. But he's so lonely, sir, that I suggested he come to our room, and ... well, see what happens, I guess. But if you don't want to ..."

"Don't want to? Kid, are you crazy? You know me, up for anything."

Ryan sighed with relief. "Thank you, sir. Sam has gone up to his room to shower and then he's gonna come to our room. I gave him the number."

"So what are we waiting for, kid? We gotta be there – with bells on, or whatever else he's into. Guys, I hope you don't mind but you're gonna have to do without Ryan and me for an hour or two. We've got a little bit of business to attend to."

Miguel gave a hearty laugh. "Go, guys. When opportunity knocks, you better answer the door. On one condition, that afterwards you give us a blow-by-blow account."

"Deal," Darius grinned. He pulled Ryan up on his feet and they wended their way through the chaises."

Miguel said, "God, I love to see those two so happy. That's what vacations are all bout, eh Finn? You better steel yourself too, kiddo, `cos you're next on my list. I mean, after all that tedious kitchen stuff, a chef can get horny too."

"Ready when you are, sir," Finn grinned roguishly.

More sedately, Pete and Brandon exchanged gentle, knowing smiles that said more than all the group's horny talk ever could.

<><> SAM'S FANTASIES <><>

In their opulent room Darius sat Ryan down and said, "OK, kiddo, now for the juicy part, the stuff you couldn't say to the others."

"It's just that it was hard for Sam to tell me, he'd been bottling it up forever, so I don't wanna, you know, put it all up on the grapevine or anything, it wouldn't be fair to Sam. I can only tell you cos you're a part of it so you'd find out anyway. I'll keep it short cos he'll be here soon.

"So, he told me he has sex with guys in Bangkok, friends mostly, like fuck buddies, and his dad is fine with that. His only concern is that he wants Sam to play safe and stay safe."

"I can relate to that," Darius said. "His dad sounds like one of the good guys."

"Anyway, Sam said he's real careful and gets tested a lot – always negative. But here's the interesting bit, and he really opened up. Not sure why he trusted me so much."

"Dude, people usually trust the people who look like them – like telling your secrets to a mirror."

"Thing is, sir, the sex he always has is what you would call vanilla, and he's bottled up a whole bunch of other desires. Things he's jerked off to but never tried. First, black guys turn him on like crazy. He said he looks at porn sites that only have big muscular black guys. When he first saw you by the pool he almost shot his load. That's why he buried himself in his book, forcing himself not to touch his cock. .

"Which brings me to the next thing. He finds it hard to control his orgasms. As soon as he touches his cock he cums, although he'd like to last longer. He's a big voyeur too, likes to watch other guys fuck, but he always cums too soon. He watches a lot of porn but what he really longs for is to watch real guys fuck.

And the last thing is – and this he found hard to tell me – he is really turned on by bondage, though he's never tried it. He likes websites where guys are tied up and the master works them over until the guy cums. When he watches those videos he doesn't touch his own cock and pretends it's himself tied up wanting to cum.

"But his favorite thing of all is a big muscular macho guy who's tied up helpless and dominated by another guy until he begs for mercy and submits. For him that's always the cum-shot."

"Wow, that kid has bottled up a lot of fantasies, kiddo. I feel sorry for guys who can't act them out, so we gotta help him, kid – he's come to the right place." The doorbell rang. "And talk of the devil ..."

Darius was still wearing a loose tank top and the board shorts he had on at the pool, as he walked to the door and opened it. Sam was standing there, in shorts and a clean T-shirt. He gulped as he saw the near naked black man, and was clearly nervous. Darius flashed his most dazzling smile, pulled him gently into the room and threw his arms round him in a warm hug.

"Oh ... oh," the boy murmured, his heart beating wildly, his cock rock hard. Darius pulled back and smiled again. "Welcome, Sam, glad you could make it." Sam's hand went automatically to his cock. "Uh-uh, don't touch kid. One of my rules – you don't cum till I say you can, OK?

"So first we get rid of these." He pulled off his tank, reached forward and tugged off Sam's T-shirt. Sam stared at Darius in awe and gasped as he hugged him again and he felt the muscular black torso press against his own bare chest. Suddenly Darius's lips clamped over his, and felt his tongue exploring his mouth. Surprised, the boy inhaled sharply and found himself breathing in Darius's hot breath.

Knowing the kid's inability to hold back, Darius broke free and looked over at Ryan, now also shirtless, who came over to hug Sam for the first time. Darius stood back and watched the two boys with the same delicate features, black hair and almond eyes, and near-identical, finely-etched, smooth young bodies.

"Holy shit," he breathed softly, watching them embrace tenderly. He stroked the long shape of his cock that was stiffening under his board-shorts as they kissed each other's cheeks, eyes and lips. He had to touch them. He walked over and stroked their smooth-as-velvet flesh, his hands touching their necks and shoulders, then sliding down their backs that curved in over slim waists, then out over the bulge of their butts under their shorts.

At last they separated and smiled at Darius, waiting for his instructions. "OK," he said to Sam. "Ryan has told me about the things you told him that turn you on. So, three things. He said you like black guys. You would like to watch guys having sex, but you usually cum too soon, as soon as you touch your cock. And another fantasy is what we call bondage – being tied up."

A seductive smile spread over his face. Believe it or not, young Sam, we can handle all three of those things at once. Here ..." He pulled a wooden chair over to the side of the bed, about three feet from it. "First things first, I want you to drop those shorts and let me see you naked."

Sam hesitated, but at this point he would do pretty much anything Darius told him to. He unbuttoned his shorts, let them drop and his cock sprang out already hard. Butt naked he stood blushing before the handsome black man. "Beautiful," Darius said, running his hand over Sam's chest. Just like my boy Ryan. OK, now sit in the chair." The boy obeyed and Darius knelt on the ground before him.

"Kiddo, there's stuff I gotta tell you about bondage. It's all about safety and your dad is right to tell you to play safe. Rule number one. If you meet a guy who wants to tie you up and tells you to trust him – don't. There are plenty of weirdos out there among the good guys. How do you know we're the good guys? Well, I think you know Ryan would never hurt you, and when I tie a guy up I use an escape knot – otherwise known as a panic knot. You still wanna let me try?"

"Yes please, sir. Very much."

Darius went to his backpack and pulled out two wrist restraints with a length of rope tied to each. He grinned, "Never leave home without them – you never know. OK, put your arms behind you round the back of the chair." Darius deftly buckled the restraints round Sam's wrists and tied the two ends of rope together. "Now you feel this end of rope here. That's your escape knot if you panic. I've left the end long enough that you can tug on it and free your wrists."

"I won't want to get free, sir."

"Good. So pull on your wrists and let me see you try to get free." Obediently Sam pulled at his restraints and he did indeed feel a bolt of panic run through him, but as soon as he looked up at a smiling Ryan, his fears left him and he smiled back. Darius grinned down at him. "Kiddo, to me that is when a guy looks the hottest – tied to a chair and struggling to get free. Beautiful. You're in my power now, kid."

Those words excited Sam so much that pre-cum oozed from his cock.

<><> LIVING HIS FANTASIES <><>

Darius turned his attention to Ryan. "OK, kid, your turn now. Get naked, boy, and on the bed."

Within seconds Ryan was lying on his back on the bed and Darius stood in front of Sam. Right, kiddo, so you've always wanted to watch two real guys fuck, eh? So brace yourself kiddo. Slowly Darius untied his board-shorts at the waist and pushed them down slowly – revealing first the black pubic hair, then an inch of his cock, then another and another.

Sam watched mesmerized and at last, when the whole ten-inch rod sprang free – "aaagh" – he instinctively leaned his face forward and poked out his tongue with a wild impulse to lick the massive shaft. Darius watched him struggle and said, "That's more like it, kid. You wanna touch it, don't you, then touch your own cock and cum, right?"

"Yes please sir. Just untie me for a minute."

"I told you – you can release yourself and jerk off, and end it right there. Or you can watch me shove this massive cock up your buddy Ryan's ass. Your choice, kiddo."

"I ... I want to watch, sir. Please ..."

"Thought you would," Darius said with a touch of arrogance. "OK, Ryan, you're on."

While Sam watched in disbelief Darius pulled a tube of lube from his backpack, stood at the foot of the bed smiling down at Ryan and slowly, seductively, greased the whole length of his thick shaft. Ryan pulled his legs back, Darius knelt on the bed at his butt and pressed the head of his cock against his hairless ass.

Sam watched breathlessly as Darius's cock began the long, slow slide into Ryan's ass. The boy couldn't believe that Ryan was actually able to take it without screaming. But he understood the look of bliss on Ryan's face. To be totally possessed by a beautiful muscle-god like this was an extreme fantasy, ten times hotter than anything he had ever seen in a video.

He could scarcely believe his eyes when the huge rod was all the way inside, his mass of pubic hair pressing on the smooth ass-cheeks, and Darius saying softly, "I love you, kiddo."

The fuck continued for some time and as his excitement mounted Sam was desperate to touch his cock. He struggled mightily but refused to use the escape rope, seeing that as disobedience to the man he idolized. The mighty cock drove in and out of his new friend's ass and he looked at the blissful expression on his face, trying to imagine how it must fell to be totally at the mercy of the muscular black man and his ten-inch rod.

They were gazing at each other with such intensity that Sam figured they must be reaching their climax ... when Darius suddenly pulled out and Ryan inhaled sharply. What was happening? He heard Ryan say, "Thank you, sir" and Darius replied, "You know what I want now, kiddo."

Tingling with anticipation Sam watched Ryan get up off the bed and the naked Darius replace him, lying on his back. Ryan came over to Sam, smiled and kissed him. "You're going to love the next part, dude." Ryan unbuckled the restraints from Sam's wrists and untied the two ends of rope from each other.

"Here," he smiled, handing one of the restraints to Sam with its rope attached. Just copy me, Sam. Darius was now sprawled on the bed with his arms stretched up to the top corners. Ryan buckled a restraint round his master's right wrist and a dazed Sam did the same on the other. "The rope goes down and round the leg of the bed, Sam."

Sam found it easy to tie the rope to the leg, but found it harder to believe that he was actually helping his friend to tie down the macho, muscular black man. He knew Darius could have fought against it and overcome them in an instant, but realized that this is what Darius wanted.

Ryan added a finishing touch. He knew what Darius had in his backpack, and he reached down and pulled out a black leather collar that he buckled round Darius's neck.

Sam stood with Ryan at the foot of the bed and watched as Darius groaned "no ..." and struggled to get free, his gorgeous body writhing on the bed, muscles gleaming in the sunlight that streamed through the windows. "Ryan," Sam gasped, "I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life. Wait, can I do something?" He picked his shorts up off the ground, pulled out his cell-phone and started to video the erotic scene.

Darius rose to the occasion and acted the part. He struggled mightily, his handsome face twisted in pain as it thrashed from side to side, the slave collar locked round his thick neck. "Fuck you, man, he growled looking up at the phone. When I get free I'll fucking kill you. What you gonna do to me, asshole?"

Ryan took the phone and positioned it on the bedside table focused on the bed. "Now you are our prisoner," he said, "and we're gonna do what we like with you. What do you want, Sam?"

"He is so beautiful, Ryan. I want to make love to him." So they did. They knelt on either side of him and worked in tandem. They kissed his brow, his eyes and his lips in a three-way kiss. Then they kissed his bulging biceps, straining in bondage, and ran their tongues down to his armpits. They buried their faces in the wiry mass of pit hair, stinking with sweat.

They looked up and grinned at each other, then licked the collar round the captive's neck, then his throat, and down to his chest. After his exertion fucking Ryan, Darius's body was gleaming with sweat, with beads trickling down the cleft between the slabs of his pecs. Sam buried his eager face in the cleft and sucked up the musky taste of sweat, feeling the muscles ripple under his mouth. Then the boys worked together on the ridges of his eight-pack abs.

Finally they reached their goal. They wallowed in his pubic hair and, their faces pressed together, each sucked in one of his balls, making him groan louder. Then they went to work on his cock. Together they licked up from his pubes along all ten inches until they reached the head. Ryan got up quickly and checked the camera, making sure it got a clear picture of Sam with his mouth round the head.

Ryan rejoined him and together they licked the hard, sensitive corona, driving Darius wild as they kissed each other, their mouths clamped over his cock. The image was so erotic that he knew he couldn't hold back much longer. As if talking to his captor he said, "OK, you win, man. I can't hold back any more. Fuck, you're making me cum ... I'm gonna shoot ... aaagh!"

As he yelled, the boys felt the cock bulge in their mouths and suddenly erupt with hot, thick semen that flooded their mouths. They sucked it in and gulped it down their throats until at last the huge cock was drained. They pulled off and kissed each other, exchanging the master's juice from mouth to mouth.

When at last they separated, Ryan shuffled up the bed on his knees until he was level with Darius's face. On the other side Sam did the same as Ryan said. "OK, dude, at last you can touch your cock. Let's finish him off." They grabbed their cocks and it took only a few strokes before they both howled and gushed semen that splashed down on the handsome ebony face writhing and thrashing from side to side beneath them, the collar still tight rounds his neck.

In a pitch of excitement Sam said, "I have to get this." He reached over for his phone and pointed it at the handsome, grimacing black face smothered in semen.

Again Darius played it to the hilt and groaned in the agony of humiliation. "OK man, you win. I can't take anymore. You've broken me. I give up ... I submit, sir. Have mercy on me ... you own me. I'm your slave, sir ... the black muscle-slave you always wanted, a slave collar round his neck. I'm your slave ... your slave ... your slave ..." And his face fell to one side in degraded defeat.

His heart beating wildly Sam said, "Ryan, that is the most exciting thing I have ever done in my life. And I have it here to replay over and over again. Who needs porn flicks when I have the hottest porn, with the most beautiful porn star ever filmed?''

His eyes still closed Darius's mouth flashed a gleaming smile. Then he opened his eyes and said. "Living your fantasies, kid – hottest thing in the world."

<><> TALES FROM THE GRAPEVINE <><>

After they had showered they sat on the terrace drinking and Darius said. "So, Sammy, you have to fly back home when your dad picks you up tomorrow afternoon, but can you stay to dinner with us? Miguel has planned a dinner in the suite next door so we don't have to dress up and stuff, and we can do what we like?"

"Yes please, sir I would like that. If my dad calls me from San Francisco he always uses my cell phone, not the phone in my room."

"Which means you could spend the night with Ryan and me, eh? There's a whole bunch of stuff we can show you. Today was just the start, eh Ryan?"

"Please say you can, dude," Ryan said. "I would love that. We're friends now and we'll always stay in touch, even from opposite sides of the Pacific."

And so it was settled and Sam joined the group for a very festive meal in the suite. He told them more about his life but he was more interested in all their stories of the tribe. Apparently there was what they called the grapevine where all the stories and gossip were exchanged.

Miguel said, "I don't know if you've heard, guys, but Grady and Mario are throwing one of their big bashes for the tribe up at the Grady House, and we're all invited. It's mostly for thanking the guys who are helping Grady so much on his movie. But there's also a hot rumor going around about Mark, Jamie and – of all people – Seth. Don't have the details yet, but I leave that to your lurid imaginations.

Ryan smiled at Sam. "Wish you could be here for that, dude, and meet all the other guys. But you come back here a lot, don't you, with your dad?"

"Oh yeah, a lot of his business is in California."

"Well you're always welcome to stay with us and we can play some more. Plus we've got a bunch of videos of the action in the tribe, so I'll send you those to boost your porn collection."

Darius grinned at Miguel. "See what you've done, stud, by inviting us all down here?"

"Just what I hoped for, Darius. You get these guys together, you never know how it's gonna play out."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 542

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