A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 545 by Rob Williams

Chapter 545 – "THE NEW BOYS YIELD AT LAST TO BOSS RANDY"

IN THIS CHAPTER

At night the tribe's big party heats up. Grady treats his lover Mario and their boy Brian to a Tarzan fantasy, where the hunk in the loincloth is captured and forced to surrender his ass. Boss Randy shares a bed with the shy new boys Vic and Noah. They swear they could never surrender their virgin asses – but then they fall under the seductive spell of the big gypsy's raw sexuality. __________________________________________________________________

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

The big Grady House party for the tribe had so far run the gamut from intensely romantic lovemaking to wildly erotic sexual fantasies of muscle-worship, bondage and domination.

The party's hosts were the movie star Grady and his Italian lover Mario. Sensing the surging passion between the tribe's leaders Randy and Bob, Mario had invited them to visit his secret garden on the estate (il mio giardino segreto), an enchanted little wilderness that Mario had deliberately left to grow wild. The magic of this tangled little world had ignited the passions of the lovers who made endless love in the long grass.

When at last they emerged unsteadily back into the real world Bob said, "It's like being on dry land after an ocean voyage – you have to get your land-legs back."

Mario smiled, "Amici, I can see from your eyes that you felt the enchantment."

"It was that magical place of yours, Mario," Bob said.

"No, no. We just provided the ideal setting for magic to flourish. But the magic was yours, the enchantment is love."

Later, at the other end of the sexual spectrum, the tribe was treated to a walk on the wild side. The handsome young fireman Jason loved to show off his spectacularly muscled physique, and he found a willing voyeur in the gym-jock Lloyd who loved ogling handsome studs.

They put on a show for the tribe, a fantasy where the naked fireman was tied up and body-worshipped by Lloyd. Inevitably that evolved into a prisoner/captor fantasy – a muscular young fireman taken captive, tied up, stripped naked and muscle-worshipped. Writhing in bondage, cock-and-ball torture had him begging for mercy and, in a final humiliating submission, pleading to be fucked in the ass. The ripped jock's naked body ended up hanging limp and exhausted from a tree, with cum running down his legs.

The spectators leapt to their feet and cheered lustily, having witnessed one of the most pornographic fantasies ever. Lloyd quickly untied Jason and they hugged. "Man, you were awesome," Lloyd grinned. "Not a dry dick in the house."

Amid all the whoops and congratulations, Zack shouted, "See? What did I tell you guys? Who needs to rent a damn stripper when we've got the best of the best right here?"

Mario and Grady were ecstatic that the `floor show' the tribe had asked for had been such a success, making this party one to be remembered.

Mario called for silence and announced, "OK, guys, dinner in an hour. In the meantime please check with Brian who has the guestroom assignments for tonight. Not that they are carved in stone, they are merely suggestions. Knowing this free-spirited crowd, the room-to-room action will make the Grady House look like a French farce.

Grady smiled at Mario. "We'll see who ends up with who, eh amico? Sure looks like Jason's boy, young Ben, is gonna create his own fantasy with the naked fireman. I also noticed Seth giving one of his lusty looks at his kid Will. And what's the betting that Randy muscles his way in somewhere along the line?"

"Never a dull moment, amore," Mario laughed. "And the beat goes on."

========= CHAPTER 545 =========

<><> WHO'S SLEEPING WHERE? <><>

All the tribe's men and boys were really stoked after watching the homoerotic fantasy played out by the narcissistic fireman Jason and the gym-jock Lloyd.

Also, word had gone round of the passionate love-making of the tribe's leaders Bob and Randy in the `secret garden' of the Grady House. Details were sparse, however and Tyler said to Eddie, "Dude, you should a' been there with your camera so we could all see."

I know, right?" Eddie grinned. "But they don't allow cameras in the secret garden – that's why it's secret. Hell, they hardly allow people, except for Mario, Grady and their boy Brian. Mario invited Bob and Randy `cos he could see they were just dying to fuck."

Raucous high-spirits enlivened the dinner set up on the spacious lawn, and wine and brandy flowed freely, along with jokes, laughter and playful obscenities that caused even more laughter. The revelry could have gone on for hours but finally Mario stood up and said, "Signori, it is time for Grady and me to – how do you say? – hit the slack?"

"Hit the sack!" a chorus of voices corrected him.

Marios laughed, "Mi scusi – yes, hit the sack. It has been a delightful day and there's more of the same tomorrow. Your guestrooms await and Brian will be upstairs to direct you. But feel free to stay down here as long as you like, and serve yourselves from the bar. I want our servers to leave all the debris here until the morning and go have a well-deserved rest."

He picked up his glass. "I end by proposing a toast to all those boys who have worked so hard. Per favore, amici, raise your glasses to the boys – the chefs Danny, Kyle, Kevin and Will. Our party manager Tommy. And our tireless servers Brian and Brandon. To the boys ...!"

"To the boys!" The cheers were deafening and the boys beamed and bowed their thanks. And that was effectively the end of dinner, the end of the day – and the beginning of the night.

The night and their beds were appealing to the horny crowd so no one took up Mario's offer to stay down here drinking. It was not long before the garden was a deserted wasteland of tables, chairs, empty glasses and even discarded clothes that the guys had forgotten to pick up. But all that was for the clean-up crew tomorrow in preparation for the buffet breakfast.

Upstairs Brian was spinning around in his wheelchair directing guys to their respective rooms – more or less. He knew they would sort themselves out during the night and, with a sigh of relief, Brian went into the master bedroom where Grady and Mario were waiting for him.

"At last," Grady smiled, sitting on the bed. Come here, kiddo, I'm parched for the want of gossip. Get your sweet ass up here."

Brian confidently swung himself out of his wheelchair and onto the bed. When Mario came out of the bathroom, in just a towel round his slim waist, he smiled at the pair propped up on pillows, Grady's arm hanging loosely over Brian's shoulder. This was one of the best parts of the day for Mario, watching Grady eagerly de-brief Brian after the party, pumping him for gossip. And he knew Grady was at his happiest right now.

Mario sat cross-legged on the bed facing them. "Before you two get going, I want to make sure of something. Brian, have we worked you too hard today?"

"Oh no, sir." Brian's eyes sparkled. "I love being at the center of things, helping the guys, arranging the rooms and stuff."

"And you would tell me if you wanted a break, wouldn't you?"

"Oh yes, sir, but that ain't gonna happen."

And what about the other boys – the three chefs and Tommy and Brandon? Have you heard any complaints there?"

"Definitely not, sir. Like me, they enjoy what they're doing and getting all the praise. And Brandon and me love working together."

Grady interrupted. "OK, OK, Mario, if you've quite finished, I want gossip. So spill the beans' kiddo. Like, for starters, who's sleeping where?"

"Well, sir, it's kinda hard to say. You know how that goes – the guys went to their assigned room but there'll be a lot of moving around and coupling up, getting ready to fuck."

"Just as it should be," Grady grinned. "The thing I noticed though, sir, is that the various small families have mostly kept together."

"Just as it should be," Mario echoed Grady.

"Fr'instance, sir, when you asked me to spend the night with you, I gave my room to Brandon and his man Pete, together with Eddie and Hassan. You know they live next door to each other sharing that duplex, and tonight they'll be sharing a room, though not necessarily a bed. But who knows? It's a good job all our guestrooms have at least two beds.

"The big room with three beds I gave to the leather guys and their boys. Doc Chad, Adam and Nate are together with their dog Molly. And Uncle Mike and Larry have their own room. Danny invited his lover Tommy, of course, along with Doc Steve and Lloyd. And I definitely gave a room to Seth and Will, and one to Jason and Ben, as I'm sure they wanna make love and stuff.

"I said the same thing to Mario," Grady grinned. "I saw that look in their eyes. But what about Bob and Randy?"

"Ah, well that's where it gets interesting, sir. The twins are with them, of course, but so are the new boys, Vic and Noah."

"Really? That's a turn-up for the books."

"It was Randy's idea, sir. You know how he looks out for lost boys, and those kids seemed a bit lost in all the commotion. I had a room for them but I was worried they might feel a bit solitary, kinda left out of the loop. So Randy rescued them and they seemed to jump at the chance of spending the night with the bosses. I think Randy has something in mind."

"Well of course he does," Grady said conspiratorially. "And you don't need a degree in psychology to work out what it is. Anyway, they've all been put to bed, so to speak. And now, kiddo, the nitty-gritty. What did you think of that show Jason and Lloyd put on?"

<><> GRADY'S BOAST <><>

Brian's eyes opened wide. "That show was epic, sir. I mean, we see a bunch of wild stuff in the tribe, but I've never seen anything to match all the muscle flexing and body-worship, and then the bondage and the fireman's gorgeous body getting tortured until he begged Lloyd to shove his dick in his ass."

Brian grinned, "I'm glad Eddie got it all on video. The boys will watch that over and over again. `Course, it takes a real beautiful body to pull that off, and a guy who can pose and fantasize like Jason did. He made it all look so real. As Lloyd said later, there wasn't a dry dick in the crowd."

"My feelings exactly," Grady enthused. "And like you said, it takes a special guy, with a feeling for the dramatic. Can you, er, think of anyone else who could perform like that?"

"Hmm. Has to be someone macho, sir, like a fireman or a soldier or cop – like Hassan, or Mark maybe. Except those guys are not vain enough. Jason is a real narcissist and loves showing off that spectacular physique. That's why he looked so hot."

Grady looked searchingly at Brian. "Er, anyone else come to mind, dude?"

Brian frowned in thought. "Trouble is, sir, the guy has to be a convincing actor. I mean, Jason made it look so real, like he felt it – he really was a prisoner, trying to get free, and in the end he surrendered `cos he couldn't take any more. He kind of became that captured guy, but I guess that's what acting's all about, eh? You would know, sir, being an actor yourself."

Watching Brian wrestle with the subject, Mario smiled, "You're getting close, Brian. I think what Grady is thinking about is the ultimate dominant action figure, like Tarzan. And someone who looks hot enough to act the part. I mean Grady himself had a scene in his first Tarzan movie where the jungle-man gets captured by soldiers who torture him to get information from him."

"Oh, I know, sir, that one's the boys' favorite. We get together sometimes with our copy of the movie and fast-forward to that scene. Like I said before, not a dry dick in the house."

There was a long silence as Mario smiled at Brian – and the penny finally dropped. "Oh, yeah right," Brian grinned. "Like, Grady's an actor and he was Tarzan in three movies, and in the scene with the soldiers he looked as if he really was getting beat up." Brian frowned. "But ... nah, Grady's not vain enough ... he don't flaunt it like Jason. Look how he dresses all the time in those baggy shorts and a big ol' tank hanging loose. He dresses like a slob."

"Gee, thanks a lot, dude. I'll take that as a compliment – not! Besides what do clothes have to do with it? As I recall the only thing Tarzan ever wore was a loincloth. I could do what Jason did. When I look at myself in the bathroom mirror I could jerk off over my reflection – except I've usually got Mario waiting in bed to fuck me – and Mario's ten times hotter than I am."

They looked skeptical so Grady continued, "You don't believe I could do it? Right, I'll show you. And I've got the perfect place. See the bathroom door there? On the wall above the door Randy installed a chin-bar for me to do lifts – said I need to do them every day. And on the wall over there he put a mirror on the slant so I could watch my form."

He paused. "Still don't believe me? OK, you two, so talk among yourselves for a bit, and don't look over here till I say you can."

Grady jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom. Following instructions Mario turned his head to look at Brian, who giggled, "I love it when Grady gets excited, don't you, sir?"

"It's one of my favorite things, bambino. It means he's totally relaxed, having fun and forgetting all about the movie studio for a while. I'm not sure what he's up to but it'll be good for a laugh."

"Oh no, sir, that wouldn't be fair. I mean, we all got off watching Jason act out his fantasy and nobody laughed. Far from it, we all jerked off, it was so exciting and looked so real."

Mario kissed Brian on the cheek. "Mille grazie, bambino for correcting me. You are smarter than I in a situation like this. Bene, we shall wait and watch and take it seriously."

"I don't think that'll be too hard sir. Look over there. I think Grady's ready.

<><> JUST LIKE THE MOVIES <><>

Mario turned toward the bathroom door and gasped. Grady was naked except for his Tarzan loincloth. His wrists were looped through ropes high above him that he had attached to the ends of the chin bar. He was a captive, but his body was not stretched taut. Rather, it hung limply from the ropes as if he were still unconscious.

Wide-eyed, Brian grabbed Mario's arm, "Sir, that is so hot – just like the movie, where the scene opens with Tarzan tied up and unconscious after the beating he took. Look, he's starting to come to."

Grady groaned, his head moved and slowly he raised his face. Suddenly he jerked it to one side then the other, as if his captors were slapping him back into consciousness (as they did in the movie). He looked up to his bound wrists and, realizing he was tied up, tugged at the ropes and struggled to get free. His biceps bulged and his pecs flexed hard as he tried to break the ropes by puling himself up to the bar, feet off the floor, his legs thrashing wildly.

"Ah, si, magnifico," Mario said softly. "The real Tarzan ... the best he has ever looked."

Admiring his own ripped body in the mirror, Grady held the painful pose as long as possible before his muscles were exhausted and he slumped back down, feet on the floor, panting heavily. (Gym-coach Randy would have been impressed.).

His expression grew fearful as if his captors were approaching, and he suddenly arched backward as if he were being gut-punched. He groaned as the punching continued, then again his body slumped and he gasped in pain. He winced at himself in the mirror and, as if talking to his tormentors, groaned," I'll never tell you a thing. Nothing you can do to me will make me talk."

"Oh yeah? Well see about that," Mario snarled. He jumped off the bed, confronted the bound Tarzan and slapped his face from side to side. Then he clamped his hands on the sides of his face in a viselike grip ... and kissed him. Grady struggled to get free and when at last Mario released him he spat at Mario – as he had seen Jason do to Lloyd earlier.

Mario slapped him again and snarled, "You will submit to me when I spear your ass big guy. Grady flinched as Mario clamped his fingers on his nipples and squeezed them hard, rolling them in his fingertips and digging in with his nails.

Grady stared at the dark, chiseled Italian features and saw Mario in a new way ... savage, relentless, violent. They never played like this. Theirs was a tender, passionate love affair and never included pain. But as Grady stared at Mario, whose tousled dark hair fell over his stern, chiseled Italian features, he was excited by his lover as never before.

Brian was thrilled. He had watched the men make love many times and always jerked off, but this was a new kind of excitement and he knew he was watching the men step over a new threshold. Brian was stroking his cock, careful not to shoot as he knew there was more to come.

Grady stared into the dark brown eyes, at the face he knew so well – but didn't know at all with this snarling expression. He tried to prolong the sensation but finally the pain radiating from his chest overwhelmed him and he groaned, "I can't take any more, I give up. Please, you win. Do what you want ... shove your dick in my ass. Fuck me, please, sir ..."

The pain in his chest stopped and Mario smiled. Again he held Grady's face and kissed him, and this time Grady did not resist. When it stopped, he stared deep into Mario's eyes and said softly, "Fuck my ass ... please ... I need it so bad."

Mario went behind Grady who looked at the bound muscular body in the mirror, as his loincloth was ripped off and his cock sprang out rock hard. He was looking at his own mirror image, but he was also seeing a naked Tarzan about to get fucked by his handsome male lover. Making love to Mario had never been like this, and his cock oozed pre-cum.

He gasped as he felt Mario's cock plunged into him, harder and fiercer than his usual gentle caress. Mario licked his finger-tips, reached round from behind and lightly rolled his ultra-sensitive nipples. Grady gasped and Mario said to Brian. "Get over here, boy. While I ream his ass Tarzan will suffer the final humiliation of shooting his juice in my boy's mouth."

Brian eagerly rolled off the bed into his wheelchair and went across the room until his face was inches from Tarzan's cock. He held it and licked the head, the sensitive corona, and sucked pre-cum from the tip.

Grady groaned. Like a true actor he was inhabiting the part of Tarzan, captured, bound naked and tortured until he submitted to the final degradation of being fucked in the ass and sucked off by his captor's boy. He looked at the mirror, at his own muscular physique, at Mario's square jawed face over his shoulder, and at Brian's head moving back and forth on his cock.

It was a homoerotic blend of a Tarzan fantasy and the reality of being loved by the man he adored and their loving boy. He couldn't survive such a mix of images long, and soon he was groaning. "I'm finished, man. I can't hold back, I gotta cum. I'm gonna cum ... I give up ... I submit ... aaagh ...!"

He pulled one hand out of the rope loop and hung from the bar by one stretched arm. He wrapped his free hand round the back of his boy's head and pulled it down hard on his cock. He stared at the mirror and saw the muscle-stretched body tense, saw the handsome face yell, and felt his lover's cock erupt in his ass while his own, at last, poured his pent-up jizz in the boy's mouth. As Brian gulped it down he pounded his own cock in his fist and blasted a steam of cum that ran down Grady's legs.

Eager to leave the tortured fantasy and restore the tender love they shared, Mario eased out of Grady's ass. He came round to the front, leaned over Brian and kissed Grady, gently this time, their lips just brushing each other.

Brian pulled his mouth off Grady's cock, looked up with an impish grin, watching the men kiss above him. When the kiss ended Grady smiled down at Brian. "And there you are, kiddo, sandwiched between us. That seems to be your fate in life, you can't get away from us."

"Suits me just fine, sir," Brian laughed.

A few minutes later Brian was between them again, sitting on the bed propped up on pillows. "So what's the verdict, kiddo?" Grady smiled. "Was that hot or what? As sexy as Jason?"

"Sir, it's not fair for you to make me judge. But if you insist, I think Tarzan was, er, at least as sexy as the fireman."

"Very diplomatically put, Brian." Mario smiled. "And you're right, it is unfair of Grady to make you compare. You know the old saying – `comparisons are odorous'."

"Odious," Grady protested. "You always get that wrong. Anyway, I think it was spectacular, but there's one thing worries me. It was so good that I suppose your gonna want to tie me up every time you fuck me, Mario."

"Oh I wouldn't let him do that, sir," Brian said determinedly.

"Oh you wouldn't?" Mario asked. "Why not?"

"Well sir, watching a guy get tied up and tortured makes my dick hard, but watching you two make love the old-fashioned way makes my body feel all warm inside. And a warm body is even better than a stiff dick, sir."

Grady and Mario smiled at each other over their boy. Grady said to Brian, "OK, kiddo, since you're so smart and know everything that happens before it does, make a prediction about what's going down right now in the number one guestroom with Bob, Randy, the twins and the two new boys."

"Ah, well the interesting thing about that, sir, is that it's kind of the opposite of what happened here. See, you and Grady are always gentle and loving but this time things got savage. Over there, Randy is the savage one, but I have a feeling he's gonna go all soft and gentle. Just a hunch, sir."

Mario smiled, "And your hunches are usually right, bambino. I guess we'll find out in the morning when you gossip with the boys."

<><> RANDY WEAVES HIS SPELL <><>

Brian's assessment of Randy was perceptive. The big boss was something of a dual personality, with completely opposite impulses.

On the one hand the swarthy, muscular gypsy was a dominant leader of men – ferocious, quick to anger and quick with his fists. His dark, rugged looks, with his square stubbled jaw and long shaggy black hair could be fearsome.

But there was another, quite different Randy – one who was gentle and protective, especially of the boys. Bob was very familiar with both versions of his lover, and was now watching with interest to see which would emerge.

As Brian had told Grady, he had assigned the main guestroom to the leaders, Randy and Bob, and Bob's boys, the twins Kyle and Kevin. He had initially assigned a smaller room to the new boys Vic and Noah, but noticed they were looking a little out of their depth in the loud hubbub of the whole tribe getting ready for bed, which involved considerable room-swapping.

Randy, always on the lookout for lost boys, had noticed their uneasiness too. He had come to their rescue and invited them to share his and Bob's room. They had eagerly accepted, considering it an honor to be invited by the macho, sexy boss of the tribe – sexy, yes, but always a bit scary too.

The large guestroom had two king-size beds and Bob and his twins were already sprawled on one of them. The younger boys stood in the middle of the room, looking confused and adrift. As the new assistants in the tribe's office they knew Bob well and loved him for his kindness toward them. They also got along well with the twins too, the senior chefs of the tribe.

But they were still shy about their own physical appearance. They knew they were nowhere near as sexy and attractive as the other boys. They were skinny, and Randy had taken them under his wing and set up an exercise routine for them in the tribe's gym. He had also brought them out of their shell sexually.

When they first came to the tribe they were just good buddies and called themselves asexual. Bob was the first man ever to kiss them and they soon learned to kiss each other. At their first gym session Randy had introduced them to the joys of cock-sucking, and the boys ended up sixty-nineing each other. Later at a raucous dinner party at the bosses' house they had watched other guys fuck, and even had their cocks sucked by two of the senior boys.

But that's as far as it went. Their sexual education seemed to stall and they contented themselves with kissing and blow-jobs. But the thought of butt-fucking scared them and they never came close to it, even with each other.

Of course they had heard of Randy's reputation, how when he trained guys in the gym he often ended up fucking them in the butt as a reward for working hard. They had heard the boys say how much they loved getting fucked by Randy, and how it was kind of a ritual that he fucked all newcomers to the tribe.

He had a reputation for being the best fuck ever – but also sometimes the fiercest. He had been described as a caveman who fucked savagely, so Noah and Vic agreed that was never going to happen to them. But now here they were in Randy's bedroom, which made them feel excited but nervous too.

Of course Randy recognized their uneasiness and his heart went out to them. He went over to the drinks table that Mario had provided in every guestroom, and grinned at the boys. "I snuck in a bottle of Scotch that young Will brought from home. It's real old, the best, costs an arm and a leg. You kids wanna try?"

They looked at each other and Vic sad shyly, "Er, we don't really drink Scotch, sir. We mostly stick to wine ..."

Noah added hastily, "But if you think we should ..."

Randy said, "Now listen, kids. I'm gonna remind you of my most important rule right off the bat. No boy here is ever forced to do anything he don't want to. That goes for everything – activities, gym, sex, food – even Scotch. Remember that, boys."

"Yes, sir," they said together, blinking hard.

"OK, wine it is then, coming right up." Randy came over to them, his big hands wrapped around two bottles and three glasses that he set on a table in front of the couch. Come sit here, kids, and we'll talk."

Vic and Noah sat shoulder to shoulder on the couch and watched as Randy, in a chair opposite them, poured two glasses of wine and his own glass of scotch. He raised his glass and smiled, "To us." The boys did the same, although rather more somberly. "To us, sir."

"OK, kids, so here's how things are shaping up. Bob and the twins seem to be getting real friendly on that bed, and past history tells me they'll be at it all night. Bob loves it when the boys work him over together. Which, er, kinda leaves the other bed to us three. Looks like we'll be sharing the other bed – unless you object. I can always bunk down on the couch.

Vic grabbed Noah's hand and said boldly, "If we sleep with you, sir, does that mean you'll want to shove your cock in our behinds? `Cos we ain't never done that before, not even with each other. But we've seen you fuck other guys and ..."

"Whoa, steady on there, kid, you're really jumping the gun here. Did I say anything about butt-fucking you guys?"

His pale blue eyes smiled at them and they relaxed a bit. "No, sir," Noah said hesitantly, "but the other boys told us you fuck every new guy who joins the tribe and you ain't fucked us yet so ...

"So you put two and two together and came up with a double butt-fuck. That's quite a leap kiddo, especially as I know you don't want it. And, like a said, I never force a boy to do anything he don't want."

Noah and Vic glanced at each other and took another gulp of wine to boost their courage. Vic cleared his throat and said, "It ... it's not exactly that we don't want it, sir. The boys say that getting fucked by you is something they never forget. It's just that we know we can't. The boys said you often fuck like a caveman and ..."

"And you're not into cavemen, uh? I don't think my man Bob is into cavemen either, but he always seems to come crawling back for more."

Bob was seized with a loud coughing attack from the other bed, and Randy grinned and said loudly, "And it sounds like it makes him choke too. We'll pay no attention. I will just say this. A man can fuck in lots of ways, from mild to wild. I admit that when I beat up a guy in a fist fight I punish the son-of-a-bitch by pinning him to the ground and pounding his ass. I really go to town on him and the guy can't sit down for a week."

His smile turned serious. "But kids, do you really think I would hurt either one of you like that?"

"No, sir," Noah said. "The boys also say that you're real gentle and protective with boys."

Randy took a hit of Scotch. "Seems to me that a lot of your sentences begin with, `the boys said'. They're all great kids but I'm a big believer in a guy making up his own mind about stuff like that. And in any case, supposing, just supposing, I did something you didn't like, Bob and the twins are right there in the next bed and they'd never let me get away with that. Bob don't let me get away with shit."

There was another loud throat-clearing from the next bed. "We'll pay no attention to that either," Randy said loudly enough for Bob to hear. "Er, tell me another thing. At that dinner party at our house that became a family orgy, I recall you getting your dicks sucked by two big guys, Pablo and Seth. But have you ever given a blow-job to another guy, other than each other?"

"Er, no sir," Vic said, then exchanged looks with Noah, who nodded, his eyes shining. "But we could do that for you, sir. Like, if we sleep in the same bed, we could try sucking your cock, sir."

Randy opened his eyes wide in mock surprise. "Oh really, I never thought of that. Well it's a start, anyway."

"And we've both got a stiffy already, sir."

"A stiffy, eh?" Randy's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Well we can't let a pair of stiffies go to waste, can we? So let's go for it."

<><> A FINE LINE BETWEEN LOVE & COMPASSION <><>

"OK, time for bed, guys – and everyone here sleeps naked."

Randy sipped his Scotch as he watched Vic and Noah stand up and blush as they shyly pulled off their shirts, sensitive as always about baring their thin bodies. Randy knew that the best way to deal with that was to gaze at them. If he turned his head away that would only reinforce the embarrassment they already felt, that their bodies were too sad to look at.

They kicked off their sneakers, dropped their shorts and modestly cupped their hands over their `stiffies'. They hurriedly got on the bed and stared up at Randy standing at the foot of the bed. Randy knew it was his task to turn the boys on sexually – something he had been doing to men for years, even just by walking into a room. The boys gazed in awe at the tall, rugged gypsy as he pulled off his T-shirt, yawned and stretched, his muscles rippling under the ceiling spotlights.

The boys stifled a gasp as he dropped his cargo shorts and boxers, and his huge cock flopped out and swung between his muscled thighs. Randy glanced quickly over at Bob who smiled and wagged a cautionary finger. Randy responded with an `OK' hand-sign and pursed his lips in an air kiss, then switched his focus back to the boys.

Bob said quietly to the twins, "I have watched Randy turn on the magic so many times like this."

"And it always works," said Kyle. Kevin added, "But these boys are really fragile, he won't hurt them will he, sir?"

"Absolutely not. You know how Randy is with boys like that. Anyway, at the slightest hint of trouble we're here to step in."

Randy knelt naked on the bed and turned his smiling blue eyes on the boys. "OK, one rule. I told you I wouldn't hurt you but if you wanna stop at any time just say so. If you yell loud enough Bob will step in – like I said he don't let me get away with shit." He threw a quick smile over at Bob, to show he had heard every word he said to the twins.

Randy looked down at his cock that swung lazily, and said, "So you think you can do something about that, boys. You still up for that?"

"Yes please, sir," Noah said. "We'd like to try."

"You're good kids." Randy bent down and kissed Noah, then Vic, in a warm but firm open-mouthed kiss that made their cocks jerk. He pulled back and they stared up into his mesmerizing blue eyes set into the dark chiseled features. "Right," he smiled, "so I'm just gonna stretch out and enjoy, and let you guys do all the work. Shove over, make room."

They separated and Randy flopped down on his back between them and folded his hands behind his head. His bent arms exposed his armpits and the boys inhaled the tangy scent of his sweaty pit-hair – making their cocks jerk again. They looked at each other across the muscular body and clumsily scooted down level with his cock.

Tentatively they leaned forward and licked the sides of the long, thick shaft. Hesitant at first, they quickly got the hang of it and were soon licking and kissing the rod voraciously, enjoying the sensation of Randy's cock swelling under their mouths. They went instinctively for the head, both tongues licking the hard sensitive corona. Randy's moans of pleasure spurred them on.

As he looked down at their bobbing heads Randy experienced a sensation he rarely felt. Usually he was turned on by the experienced tongues of the other boys, many schooled by the expert Eddie. But now it was not so much that physical stimulus that made his cock grow harder. In truth, their efforts were rather clumsy, but it was a wave of compassion for these nervous kids that roused Randy now.

Bob had always told him that there's a very fine line between compassion and love, that their meanings overlap, and suddenly he knew what Bob meant. These youngsters, with just average looks and skinny bodies, were aware they were not as sexy as the good-looking well-built boys around them. And now they were trying to make the boss's dick hard, without any of the visual stimulus of their handsome friends.

Randy wanted to throw his arms round them, hug them tight and tell them he loved them, that everyone loved them and this was their home. This wave of compassion had a result he had rarely experienced before. This time it was not so much lust or beauty that made his dick grow hard, but the overwhelming tenderness he felt for these sweet, shy boys.

"You're doing just great kids," he murmured. "Man, you're making me feel good."

And now that these kids had awoken surprising feelings in him, Randy wanted to reciprocate by creating for them a pleasure they had never felt before, something to thrill them. Now he was sure that he wanted to fuck them.

While the boys worked on his cock, Randy licked his fingers and reached down to their asses. His wet fingers massaged their tight holes and he gently inserted a finger in each of them. They gasped and looked up at him, but only for a moment before going back to work on his cock.

Noah put his hand round it and held it upright while Vic opened his mouth wide and lowered it over the head. His gag reflexes tightened and he pulled off, but immediately tried again and this time swallowed a couple of inches. He choked a little, pulled back again and Noah took over. Alternating like this they became more confident, more determined and more successful, swallowing more and more of the long shaft each time.

So intent were they on their task, and so excited, that they were hardly aware that Randy was now gently finger-fucking them. But at last it got too much, they pulled their heads back and whimpered.

"OK, OK, kids. You did great – look at that – hard as a rock." His clear blue eyes transfixed them as he smiled, "There's something else I wanna try, you'll like it. You ready?"

"Yes please, sir," they grinned, their fear gone, their trust in him complete, and their excitement mounting.

"You first, Vic. Flip over." Vic turned on his stomach and Randy looked at his ass – not the perfect globes of his boy Pablo but with the firmness of youth. "Oh yeah," Randy said ... "sweet."

He leaned down and buried his face in the boy's ass. He tensed for his reaction but Vic actually giggled as the stubbled chin tickled his butt. The ass was already wet from the gentle finger-fuck and now he licked the hole and pushed his tongue inside. Randy knew how to excite a guy by eating him out – he had done it to Bob countless times. And Vic's reaction was surprisingly similar, moaning with pleasure as the warm wet tongue fucked his ass.

When Randy finally pulled away Vic wanted more, but it was Noah's turn. Having watched enviously as Randy worked on Vic, and seen his buddy's excited reaction, Noah had no apprehension at all. He longed for it, already under Randy's sexual spell. Noah's reaction was predictably the same, and Vic was mesmerized by the sight of the swarthy, rugged gypsy face buried in his friend's ass, his shaggy black hair bunched round the nape of his neck.

Over on the other bed Bob and the twins were watching too as the young boys were pulled inexorably into the field of Randy's magnetic sexuality. Kevin said, "Those boys are already in love with him, sir. He's wonderful isn't he?"

"Well I think so," Bob smiled, "but I'm biased. I'm in love with him too."

<><> THE FINAL SEDUCTION <><>

Now came the crunch. Randy told the boys to flip over onto their backs and they gazed up at him in exited anticipation, their asses still trembling from the effects of Randy's fingers and tongue. As so often in the past Randy used his electric blue eyes to devastating effect. His hypnotic gaze penetrated them and his deep, gentle voice said quietly, "Kids, there's something I really wanna try.

"I know you've never had a dick in your ass, but all your friends in the tribe love it and you're probably wondering why they do. So I just wanna give you a sense of how it feels. Who wants to go first?"

Vic was more adventurous than the wary Noah and he volunteered. "I'll give it a try, sir."

"Good. Now first I'm gonna do this. He reached over to the nightstand, knowing that every guestroom had been stocked with lube by Brian. He dipped two fingers in the jar and spread it generously on his cock.

"This helps a whole lot," he explained. "Usually when I fuck I just use spit, but with first-timers lube is essential. OK Vic, you've watched a lot of guys fuck, me included, so you know how it goes. First I just raise the guy's legs a bit like this, so I can see the butt.

As he touched Vic gently, reality invaded the mellow trance the boy had been in. "Sir, I'm not sure about this. I mean, you're not gonna just spear me with that huge cock are you?"

Randy flashed his most winning, sexy smile. "Like I said, kiddo, I would never hurt you or Noah. There will be a slight stab of discomfort but all you do is breathe deep and keep looking at my eyes, that's important. So now I'm gonna lube your butt like this." He dipped his fingers in the lube again then pushed them slowly inside him, making sure to massage his prostate.

Vic flinched slightly, then smiled. "Oooh, that feels .... I've never felt anything like that, sir. I think I'm gonna cum, it's gonna make me cum."

"Not yet, kiddo, we've a long way to go yet. Now I'm gonna replace my fingers with my cock, just the head. And I want you to relax and look at me." He pressed his cock lightly against Vic's tight butt and gently increased the pressure until it eased over the sphincter."

"No, sir, that hurts, please ..."

Randy's voice was hypnotic. "Vic, look at me, take a deep breath. I won't move." The boy stared into the smiling blue eyes. He calmed down and visibly relaxed. "See, kiddo. I'm inside you, inside your ass."

"Really, sir?"

"Yes really – the first man ever to do that. Now I'm gonna push in just a bit more." But when Vic felt the cock move, panic seized him again and his ass clenched tight. "No, sir, I can't. Please sir, it hurts. Pull it out, sir, please ..."

"OK, kiddo, no worries, take another deep breath. Gently Randy pulled back and as his cock came out Vic whimpered, then instantly regretted what he saw as his failure. But Randy reassured him. "Kid, that's perfectly normal, happens to most guys at first. We'll just wait a bit."

"Sir, sir, can I try?" Noah had been watching Vic and had seen the look of ecstasy on his face until he hit the panic button. Now that he knew what to expect he was eager to go next."

Randy grinned at him. Sure you can, Noah. You just saw how it works so let's have a go, eh?"

Randy deliberately went through exactly the same procedure as before, and when at last his cock touched the boy's ass he felt it relax, rather than tense up as Vic's had. So pushing inside was quicker and easier. "There we are kiddo, you've got a man's dick inside you. Tell you what, reach up and press your hands on my chest. If I feel you push back I know you want to pause for a bit. That way you're in charge, you control the whole thing, see?"

Noah did as he was told and immediately felt more comfortable, knowing that the slightest pressure from him would make Randy stop. His ass relaxed and Randy was surprised at how far in he was able to slide his dick. When he felt Noah's hands clench on his chest he eased slowly back and paused, still inside him. He was surprised to hear, "Again, sir, go in again."

And that was the beginning of a real fuck – much gentler than usual, of course, with stops and starts, but he could tell by the ecstatic smile on the boy's face that he was loving it. Vic had been watching, and he knew that if Noah could do it and love it, so could he. "Can I have a turn, sir ... please?"

"Just so you know this is not a contest, boys. You go at your own speeds and we'll get there in the end."

"In the next bed Kevin turned to Bob and said, "He's done it, sir, hasn't he? He's gonna butt fuck both boys." Kyle said, "I didn't think he could do that, not with these young guys. It's only a few weeks since the kids even kissed each other. All the boys were betting that this time even Randy wouldn't be able to fuck the new boys in the butt. We doubted it ourselves."

Bob chuckled. "Lesson number one, boys – never doubt Randy when he says he's going to do something. No man ever got rich betting against that big ol' gypsy – he can do anything, and always has. Look, watch him go now – and watch those kids fall in love."

Randy was inside Vic again, and this time it was a different story. Vic had seen what Randy had done to Noah and, though he didn't feel competitive with his buddy, he knew he could do what Noah did, and more. Randy's cock slid in easily, almost all the way down before Vic pressed on his chest to stop. Once he accepted that there was no pain, Vic stared up at Randy and felt the thrill of getting fucked in the ass by the big gypsy boss.

His huge shaft pumped slowly in and out of him, the square-cut, stubbled features stared down at him, long black hair falling forward. Those laser eyes bored deep in the boy's soul as his cock bored deep in his ass.

Randy was a man of impulse, of gut intuition. And while that made his anger unpredictable to a rival facing his clenched fists, his finer instincts resulted in his tenderness to the boys. Although he was now fucking them, he never lost sight of their fragility, never lost control, and never ramped the action up to the savage fucks he was notorious for.

And so he alternated between the boys, with a steady, pulsing rhythm of his thick shaft pumping one virgin ass while the other boy watched, longing for his own turn. Always sensitive to a man's imminent climax, and skilled enough to control it, Randy sensed that the boys were ready. He was pumping Noah when he said, "Right, kids, you ready to shoot your load for me?"

"Yes please, sir," they chorused with, such eagerness that he knew they could end with an act they would never have thought possible. "OK, boys. We'll do this one after the other, right? Oh, and I forgot to tell you – there's this too, something I want you to do for me."

He smiled down at Noah and fucked a bit faster. But as the boy reached down to touch his own cock Randy leaned forward between his legs, grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed above his head. "Sir, no, I wanna jerk off while you fuck me."

"Not with me, kiddo," he grinned. "I can make a boy cum hands-free, something you've never done before, I bet. Just look into my eyes and you'll see yourself, getting butt-fucked by the boss and busting your load, just to please him. That's an order, kiddo."

Randy played with the boy's ass, fucking harder, then pulling back and massaging it gently, bringing him to the cusp of orgasm, then pausing and teasing again. "Sir, please. I wanna cum, you're making me cum ..."

"Not till I say you can, boy, you're my prisoner now." That sensation of being helpless, in the gypsy's power, was so erotic that Noah moaned loudly and almost lost his load. He stared into the hypnotic eyes and heard the deep voice say, "I'm gonna fill your ass with jizz, boy. And when I do I wanna see your cock spurt cum all over your body. Do it, boy, for me. Now!"

Noah was in another world as he yelled, his body shuddered, and his cock erupted with cum as he felt the master's cock swell in his ass and blast juice deep inside him. It was an orgasm like nothing he had ever felt, tears flowed from his eyes and he closed them, scarcely aware that Randy had quickly pulled out, pinned Vic to the bed and drove his rod inside him.

"There's more jizz left for you, kiddo. You ready?"

"Yes, sir. Please, sir, cum inside me. It feels so good, you're gonna make me cum. I love you, sir. Aaagh." Randy pumped the rest of his semen inside the boy while Vic howled and sprayed his own writhing body with his juice.

Randy eased out of him, pulled back on his knees and smiled down at the tearful, cum-splashed boys gazing confusedly up at him, still unsure what had happened. All they knew was that they were in love with this extraordinary man.

"So there you are kids, you've been butt-fucked for the first time, and by the boss, no less. See, I told you I always fuck newcomers to the tribe and you were no exception. Now you really do belong to the tribe – paid-up, card-carrying, butt-fucked members. Am I right Bob?"

"Right as always, Randy. Very impressive." He came over and kissed Randy. "And I have a feeling you learned as much as they did. As I told you, compassion and love are equally powerful and they blend into the same thing – and make your dick hard. You were a gentle giant, but as soon as you revert to the caveman crawling out of his cave, craving one of those wild, savage fucks that he needs like a vampire needs blood, you know who to come to, right?"

"You're top of my list, big guy."

The twins came over and hugged the boys who were breathless with exhilaration. "You did it, dudes," Kevin grinned.

"No Randy did it," Vic smiled. "Ain't he amazing?"

"Yeah," Randy intervened. "And here's another of his rules. When he's fucked two sweet virgin asses he insists on sleeping with his victims. In the morning, I'm gonna join Bob and the twins watching you guys fuck each other, now that I've primed your asses. Deal?"

"Deal, sir," they said in unison, and soon they were lying on either side of their hero, his brawny arms wrapped round them, while in the next bed Bob had a smile on his face as the twins fell asleep with their faces on his chest. They would have so much to tell their assistant chef Will tomorrow, and the whole story would be shaking the leaves of the grapevine in no time.

<><> THE BOY & HIS STEPDAD <><>

As for Will, he would have his own story to tell. Because in another guest room the freckle-faced redhead was having a night-cap with his stepdad Seth, the brawny wild-man construction boss so different from his boy. As always when they were together like this, looking forward to a night in the same bed, they were a little shy with each other at first.

But the shyness would soon evaporate in the steam-heat of their building mutual lust – a boy and his unpredictable step-dad.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 546

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