A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 552 by Rob Williams

Chapter 552 – "REBELLIOUS RANDY"

IN THIS CHAPTER

After the big fight, injured Randy rebels in hospital. Doc Chad calls him `the patient from hell'. But later the fighters come home to a heroes' welcome. Leather-master Zack gives his boy Darius and young Will a reward – the macho black hunk submits to them in a wild spit-roast. Wounded boss Randy proves he is still boss. The rugged gypsy butt-fucks his boy, muscle-jock mechanic Pablo.

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

The tribe had been rocked by a major drama at one of the company's construction sites. Boss Randy had been seriously injured, and the young, freckle-faced chef Will had been hurt slightly. Randy's foreman, the muscular black buck Darius, alerted Randy's lover Bob.

Normally calm and good-natured, Darius's voice was ragged. "Bob, I'm at the site and I think you should get here, it's kinda serious. When Will came with the crew's lunches he stumbled across three guys stealing stuff out the back gate. They tried to shut him up but he naturally yelled for Randy, who came out and, of course, there was a huge fight."

Trying to stay calm Bob asked, "Is anyone hurt, Darius?"

"Will wasn't hurt – a few bruises is all, and he's real shook up. But Randy's in bad shape. He took on all three, they were real tough, and when I came out he'd busted up two of them, but he was on the ground and the third guy was beating him bad with a tire-iron.

"Will was clobbering the thug with a plank – you should have seen him, sir, the gutsy young redhead, still in his apron and chef's hat, flailing away with the plank, keeping the guy away from Randy. He saved Randy from a beating with that tire-iron. As I came out, Will took a swipe at the tire-iron that made the guy drop it and I knew I had him. I finished him off.

"But Randy's pretty banged up. I called the cop Mark and he's on his way with backup. I called Doc Chad too and he's coming to take Randy to his hospital by ambulance."

Bob raced to the site, and found Randy on the ground leaning against a wall, groggy but still conscious, with Doc Chad checking him out. "So, doc," Bob asked, "what's the diagnosis?"

"Well, of course I have to do a complete exam but, apart from cuts and bruises, the only fracture seems to be of the right forearm. Seems Randy made a defensive move to shield his face and the forearm took a blow from a tire-iron. It'll most likely need surgery and reset.

"And I'm concerned about the mental stress. A normal man would be unconscious now, the body's natural reaction to physical trauma. But, as you know, Randy's not a normal man and won't even relax. Insists he's got to get back to work, which is out of the question. There's a chance of delayed shock, which is why I've called for an ambulance to take him to my hospital."

"I ain't going to no goddam hospital," Randy growled. "I ain't finished with those three goons yet. They were beating up my kid." But soon he had no choice. When he insisted on getting up he stumbled and fell unconscious. The ambulance arrived and Doc Chad took him to the hospital, where he lapsed into a mild coma.

Bob stayed at his bedside talking to him in an attempt to stimulate him out of the coma, which he eventually did by talking about sex and sucking Randy `s cock. That stimulus sure woke him. But when Chad came in he insisted that Randy stay in the hospital for a day or two.

Meanwhile, young Will was trying to work in the kitchen but he was still dazed, suffering post-traumatic shock, and his bosses, Bob's twins, were anxious about him. But his mood changed when his step-dad arrived, the rugged muscular construction worker Seth. The twins suggested Will spend the evening and night in Seth's house next door, where Will admitted to him that the three thugs had scared him a lot and now he was paranoid about every tough man he saw."

"Even me, kiddo?" That was the solution to ridding Will of the demons plaguing his mind – squarely facing his fears. The fierce looking roughneck did to Will exactly what the boy had been scared of, and tied him naked to the bed. But Will loved and lusted for his step-dad and was excited by being helpless, at his mercy. He willingly offered his ass to Seth who, instead of pounding it, made love to it.

They lost all track of time as Seth's long shaft moved in and out of the young redhead's butt. In the end, with deep sighs and shining eyes, they climaxed together. Will spurted jizz all over his chest and his step-dad's muscled body flexed as his cock emptied its load in his boy's ass. Their smiles became laughter, and Seth fell forward and held his precious boy tight in his arms.

The anguish and trauma of the day were forgotten, the demons banished, and Will felt happier and safer than ever before.

Later, Will was cooking dinner for them in Seth's kitchen. Sitting on a stool sipping beer, Seth was moved and amused by the sight of his boy preparing their dinner, wearing a dark green apron over his naked body, and a chef's hat at a jaunty angle.

"Do you feel up to going back to work tomorrow, kiddo?" Seth asked.

"Yes, sir, the twins will be needing me. They'll be planning a big celebration feast for Bob and Randy. Bob's due back tomorrow and Randy should be released from hospital the next day."

"Yeah, I heard that Chad's operating on his arm and he'll have it in a cast when he gets back. It's his right arm too so he'll need Bob to do a lot of stuff for him. It'll cramp his style sexually as well – wonder how they'll handle that. Randy will be ranting and raving, feeling bad about getting beat in a fight. Still, he'll be greeted as a hero – and so will you, kid. Randy's gonna think up a way of rewarding you, you know how much he loves you."

"Do you mind, sir? I won't do anything you don't want me to do."

"Nah, I love you kid, and I want you do whatever you like. Darius will get his share of praise too. He saved the day, and his man Zack will want to show him off. Should be quite a celebration."

"But I'm happiest right here, sir, especially knowing I'll be sleeping with you all night. Tomorrow can take care of itself."

========= CHAPTER 552 =========

<><> THE BIG-BULLY DOC <><>

Will spent a blissful night wrapped in his stepdad's arms. After yesterday's sudden trauma where he narrowly escaped real danger, followed by Will's post-traumatic paranoia, the night with Seth was physically and psychologically healing. He felt loved and protected and the demons of yesterday were driven from his mind.

He woke early and felt Seth pressing against him with his morning hard-on. Will eagerly took care of that with a blowjob using all the tricks he had learned from the expert – his good pal Eddie. When his dad's monster cock erupted in his mouth he swallowed most of the juice, then kissed Seth in a sloppy exchange of cum.

He pulled back and grinned as Seth laughed, "What a way to wake up! Kid, you should be here every morning to kick-start my day."

"Just say the word, sir." Will pulled himself reluctantly out of bed and went to the kitchen to rustle up breakfast. As they ate breakfast in bed Seth said, "I gotta leave real soon. I'm meeting with Zack and Darius to work out how we supervise all three sites in Randy's absence. I think Darius can take over from Randy pretty well, but Zack and I will cover him if the pressure gets too much. How about your day?"

"Like I said last night, sir, I'm sure the twins and senior boys will be planning a big event to welcome Bob home so we'll be busy in the kitchen. Bob's supposed to come home this morning and leave Randy in the hospital so Doc Chad can take him into surgery to fix his arm."

"With Randy kicking and screaming all the way, I bet," Seth grinned. "He's not the kind of man who surrenders to a surgeon easily. Chad will need enough anesthetic to knock out a bull. I'd like to be a fly on that wall ... on second thoughts maybe not."

Seth's predictions were right on the money, except that for now Randy had fallen into the deep sleep that Chad had prescribed as the best thing for his traumatized body. Before Bob himself slept on the cot the staff had brought into the room, he made another phone call, this one to Randy's adopted son Pablo, the construction company's chief mechanic.

Pablo was out of town visiting the San Diego headquarters of the company that supplied the heavy equipment the firm used, but when Bob alerted him to what had happened he said he would cut his visit short and come back. But Bob dissuaded him. "He'll sleep now until morning and then he'll be undergoing X-Rays and tests prior to surgery on his arm.

"Anyway, Pablo, I think Randy's pride is hurt more than his arm and he wouldn't want you to see him like this, laid up in hospital. The best thing would be to stay in San Diego as long as you intended, learn all you can and then visit him when you get back. Giving him your advice about what equipment we should buy will bring him back into the work loop, just what he needs."

Pablo agreed and Bob bedded down for the night on the cot. He got up several times in the night to check on Randy and was reassured by his steady breathing.

In the morning Bob showered in the room's adjoining bathroom and just as he came out a staff member brought in breakfast for them both, while a nurse checked Randy's vital signs and drew some blood. Randy was groggy at first but soon perked up. "Did you sleep here all night, buddy, on that little cot?"

"Sure I did. Couldn't leave you all alone. You might wake up in the night scared of the dark."

"Asshole. As soon as the doc's fixed my arm I'm outa here."

"Er, I think I'll have something to say about that, Randy," said Chad, walking in with a smile. The handsome blond doc had come straight from surgery and looked sexy in his hospital scrubs – dark green V-neck shirt and pants. "How did you sleep, Randy?"

Bob answered for him. "Like a baby, doc. Didn't stir all night."

"Excellent. OK, here's what's gonna happen. Once I get the blood tests back and take some X-rays I'll clear you for surgery to work on that arm. Shouldn't be complicated, but I'll have to put a cast on it and you'll wear a sling for the first few days."

"OK, do what you have to, doc, and then I'm outa here."

"Absolutely not Randy. Yesterday you were in a coma and we never let coma patients loose on the street for a day or so. And I'll want you to keep that arm still for a while."

"No way, doc. I hate these fucking places. You have to work here but I don't have to stay here."

Chad sighed and grimaced at Bob wearily. "OK, fine, Randy. You can discharge yourself `against medical advice' as we call it. Go right after surgery if you like – just don't blame me when you find you lose full use of your arm forever. Might cramp your style at work ... and isn't your right fist the one you use most in fights, and the one you jerk off with? Good luck with that one, dude."

He turned to the door. "I'll have someone come in with the AMA form for you to sign."

"OK, wait a minute, doc."

Chad softened. "Randy, why do you make me do this big-bully doc routine with you? I'm just trying to do what's best for you and Bob, but dammit I'm losing patience. Now one last time. Will you listen to me and work with me on this?"

Randy grunted. "Fuck you doc ... OK."

Chad smiled at Bob. "That's better. Just so we understand each other. Shortly, they'll come and wheel you down to X-Ray while I check your lab results, and if everything's OK we'll go into surgery. Bob, there's not much point in you sticking around while all that's going on, and he'll be in recovery for a while. You'd only get bored watching the TV in the waiting room. I suggest you go home and reassure the guys there – they'll be needing you."

Bob stood up, thanked Chad profusely, and they held each other in a tight hug. Chad kissed Bob on the cheek and Randy said, "Hey, enough of that doc. I still got one good arm you know."

"Yeah, and if you break that one slugging me you'll have to find another doctor to fix it. OK, guys," he chuckled, "to use your words, Randy, I'm outa here."

After he left Randy growled. "Those guys only keep me here `cos the more days I spend here the more money they make."

Bob's eyes flashed. "Randy that's a crappy thing to say, even for you. Chad's our buddy and he's been great all through this. You should be ashamed of yourself."

"Yeah, yeah, OK. I didn't mean it. I'm just pissed off, is all. My self-esteem is shot to hell. I don't know how I'm gonna face the guys, my boy Pablo especially, with them knowing I got beat in a fight."

"That's crazy talk, dude. You beat two of those thugs to a pulp and would have taken the third but for the tire-iron. Luckily Will was there to beat him off you till Darius arrived."

Randy brightened and smiled for the first time. "Yeah, young Red was something else. Even stunned against the wall I could see him flailing away with that two-by-four plank. It was quite a sight – a freckle-faced kid in his apron, his chef's hat knocked sideways, attacking the goon. If it hadn't been so dangerous it would a' been funny. Damn I love that kid. I gotta think of a way to thank him when I get home."

"I'm sure the boys are already planning a party. Mark says you're quite the hero for beating up the gang the cops have been looking for. Oh, and talking of Pablo, I called him in San Diego and persuaded him to go on with his visit there, then come back and report to you. You two can talk shop and he won't even notice your arm's in a sling."

"Yeah, he's a great kid. I sent him to the equipment manufacturer `cos a lot of money's at stake in buying that stuff. Going over his report will help me get over this feeling of being useless." Randy grinned roguishly, "But you know what I need right now to restore my confidence, dude?"

"To fuck my ass?"

"Bingo. I don't need both arms to do that. The only body-part I need for that is working just fine, as you proved yesterday when you sucked my dick and woke me out of that coma. Thanks for that, by the way, buddy?"

"Any time, stud," Bob grinned. "But right now you've gotta rest up and let Chad do his thing. You're gonna be just fine." He leaned down and kissed him. "You know, that bruised macho face is real sexy. You should keep it like that."

"Asshole." A nurse came in to take Randy down to X-Ray and as Bob watched him being wheeled away his eyes got moist – and he realized he had a boner in his pants.

<><> BOB RETURNS <><>

When Bob got back home to the compound he went straight to the kitchen where the twins had started work on lunch. After big smiles and hugs all round Bob asked, "Where's Will?"

"Over at Seth's, sir. Yesterday he tried to work but he was dazed and disoriented after the trauma he'd been though and we were worried about him, but he perked up when Seth came in from work and we suggested Will spend the night with him."

"Yes, absolutely the best thing for him," Bob agreed. "He needs to feel safe and Seth can do that. Ah look ... here he comes now." Through the window they saw Will running across the lawn with a cheerful smile on his freckled face. When he burst in he was the very opposite of the nervous, reticent boy of the day before. "Hello, sir," he smiled and threw his arms round Bob, then hugged the twins.

"How's Seth, Will?" Bob asked.

"Awesome, sir." Will was off and running. "He was great, he taught me to face my fears from that stuff yesterday and you know how he did it? You will not believe ..."

His wide eyes sparkled behind his owl glasses. "He tied me to the bed and said I was at his mercy – you know, the fierce, wild-looking construction worker. I should a' been scared but I wasn't `cos it was my dad Seth, and he made love to me and butt-fucked me. And now I'm not afraid anymore – I had chased away my demons, he said. How's Randy sir?"

Bob glanced at the smiling twins, then said, "Randy's fine – the guy I worry about is Doctor Chad trying to tame him. You know Randy, doing that obstinate macho thing. He says he wants to get out of the hospital, he's resisting Chad's advice ... a lot of `fuck you, doc' going on.

"But Chad played the bully doctor and said if he didn't cooperate he'd end up without full use of his right arm – wouldn't be able to work, to fight, or jack off. That got Randy's attention, especially the no-jack-off bit, so he's all set for surgery and if all goes well Chad may release him tomorrow. How are the guys reacting around here?"

Kyle said, "They were scared at first of course, sir, knowing their hero had been injured, but when they heard he was gonna be OK they were excited more than anything, to hear how he had wasted the men in that gang. Mostly they were curious to know how you had woken him up out of a coma. There's all kind of theories floating around. Like a reversal of the handsome prince fairytale – where this time it's the prince gets woken with a kiss."

"Yeah, I told Randy that, but he just said that I was no Snow White. OK, I'll level with you guys. Randy needed some kind of stimulus, so I sucked his cock. That did the trick. If you want to put that on the rumor mill, it's OK." He chuckled, "You never know when you might need it in an emergency – a variation of the kiss of life to a half-drowned man.

"But listen kids, I know you have to get on preparing the lunches. Let's keep it low-key `cos I know you're planning something special for dinner when all the guys will be here. Er, Will, after yesterday's experience you might feel you don't want to go and deliver the crew's lunches – let one of the twins do it."

"No way, sir" Will said indignantly. "I always deliver the lunch boxes and no two-bit gangsters are gonna stop me. Like I told you, sir, I'm not scared anymore thanks to Seth."

Bob smiled. "So I see, kiddo. And Randy told me, `be sure to tell Red I'm real proud of him'." Will's face was glowing as he put on his apron and chef's hat and Bob left the kitchen.

<><> GET READY TO CELEBRATE <><>

As Bob had predicted, there were not many guys at the compound for lunch that day and when Will came back from delivering the box lunches to the crew, he and the twins began prepping for the celebration dinner. As always on special occasions like this the whole tribe would be there – except for Randy and his boy Pablo.

In mid-afternoon Bob went back to the hospital where Randy was still in the recovery room after surgery. He met with Chad, still in surgical scrubs, who smiled reassuringly. "It went well, Bob. It was a fairly serious fracture but I think it will mend well, though it'll be several weeks before he has full use of the arm – several trying weeks for you, I imagine," the doc grinned.

"If he continues making good progress I'm prepared to release him tomorrow afternoon, provided – this is important – provided he takes it easy and puts no stress on the arm. I rely on you to make sure of that, Bob. You seem to be the only guy who has any influence over him."

"I'll do my best, Chad. And I want to thank you again for everything you've done for us. I'll come up with a way of thanking you properly."

Chad grinned. I can already think of a way, buddy." He let that hang in the air, then got back to business. "They're taking him back to the room now, so you can see him there, but only for a few minutes. He's still groggy from the anesthetic and I want him to sleep."

So Bob's visit was brief. "How you doing, big guy?"

Randy smiled weakly. "Ah, hurts a bit." He looked down at the cast that ran from his wrist to just below the elbow. I ain't gonna stick with this fucker for long. I'll claw the damn thing off."

"Don't say that to the doc, Randy or he won't let you come home. Tomorrow Pablo's coming back to town and he'll come straight here. I'll meet him here and together we'll take you home. Please, Randy, don't do anything stupid. Remember what the doc said. If your arm fucks up you might not be able to jerk off anymore."

"That's OK, buddy. That's why I keep you around – to suck me off."

"You never quit, do you?" Bob smiled. "That's why I love you, you big lug." Bob leaned down and kissed him. Randy's eyes flickered and he fell asleep.

By the time Bob got back to the house there were already signs that a celebration was in the works. Several of the boys were setting up the long table on the lawn and Danny and Tommy had arrived from the Grady House, returning the favor of the twins and Will, who recently went up there to assist with the big party.

Tommy was setting up a bar by the pool and Danny would be the fourth chef in the kitchen. Bob went into the office to check on the staff there, and ruffled the hair of the youngsters Vic and Noah. So how are you guys bearing up?"

"Just another day at the office, sir," Noah smiled. "Gotta keep things going."

"That's my boys." Bob turned to the office manager Brandon. "So what do you make of all the fuss out there, Brandon? A bit over the top?"

"Oh, the guys have to have their celebration, sir. And it looks like Darius is gonna be the star of the show. After all, he saved Randy and Will."

Bob smiled at the Thai boy Ryan. "And you young man, being Darius's boy, must be really proud of him. But rewarding the hero could get a bit boisterous – I hope you won't mind."

"Oh I don't mind, sir, so long as Darius has fun. He already called me from work and said he can't wait for bedtime when it'll be just us two and he'll make love to me. He said he really needs that – an antidote he called it."

"He's a good man, is Darius. And you're the perfect boy for him, kiddo. OK, guys, see you at dinner." Bob went out and left the boys to their `just another day at the office'.

<><> ENTER THE HEROES <><>

Anticipation was high as the men and boys of the tribe began to gather early for dinner. They randomly took seats at the table and sipped the wine that had already been placed there.

There was really only one topic of discussion, of course, and the boys swapped stories, which became more dramatic with each telling. Graphic descriptions abounded of their buddy Will, in apron and chef's hat, bravely wielding the plank, keeping the thug off Randy and finally knocking the tire-iron from his hand as Darius arrived to finish him off. The colorful accounts gave him super-hero status.

When young Ben, the assistant mechanic, got home from the jobsite he was mobbed by the boys as he was the only one here who had actually been on the site when the fight happened. He hadn't actually seen any of it, but that didn't stop him adding yet another layer to the epic.

In the kitchen Will was, as always, concentrating on the work he loved, unaware of the fantasies about him being weaved by the boys outside. Will was normally shy of attention – he always blushed when the chefs took their bow to boisterous cheers. So he told the twins he would rather stay in the kitchen and not go out there for dinner at all.

Fortunately his dad Seth arrived at that moment and overheard him. "What's that kid? And disappoint your admirers. That would be like movie-star Grady not showing up for a public appearance and upset all his fans."

Brandon, who was ferrying dishes from kitchen to table, heard him too. "Dude," he said gently, "the guys are all gathered now and they only want to thank you for what you did. You gotta admit, it was pretty awesome, fighting off that goon."

"But I only did what any of you would have done if you'd seen Randy getting bashed like that."

Seth clinched it. "Will, you gotta face them. Would it help if I went out there with you?"

"Yes please, sir." So Seth put his arm over his boy's shoulder and they emerged from the house together – to rowdy cheers and whistles.

Blushing deeply Will reflexively resorted to what he did every day when acknowledging the cheers for the chefs. He whisked off his chef's hat, waved it high in the air, then swooped his arm down low in a deep theatrical bow. That prompted more cheers and laughter and he was pulled down amongst them, with Seth sitting beside him holding his hand under the table.

Bob, who had been making last-minute phone calls came out at last and went to the head of the table. "Guys, thank you all for coming. Any minute now Doctor Chad will arrive and I want to stress to you all how great he has been through all this. Randy's not the easiest of patients, to put it mildly, but the doc has a great bedside manner and gave as good as he got."

They heard a car pull up and Chad walked through the gate, the cue for more cheers. He came and stood beside Bob. Smiling, he waved for quiet. "I was just doing my job, guys. The operation on Randy's arm was successful and when I left the hospital he was sleeping peacefully, which hopefully he'll do all night.

"My hospital staff will monitor him carefully, but I'm pretty sure he's gonna be just fine. He's out of the woods – except for the frustration of having a cast on his forearm for the next few weeks. He told me that when he gets home he will, in his words, `rip the fucker off'."

After the laughter subsided Bob said. "But Chad warned him that if his right arm didn't heal properly he might never be able to jack off again. That made him see sense."

Again Bob had to talk through the laughter. "You may have noticed the absence of Zack and Darius, but I just called them and they're on their way. I have a feeling that Zack wants to make a dramatic late entrance, he is so proud of his boy hero. So I know you'll join me in giving Darius a hero's welcome. Which by the sound of it will be right about now. I'd recognize the sound of Zack's big truck anywhere.

<><> THE HERO'S PRIZE <><>

There was a dramatic silence, the gate swung open and Zack walked in with his arm around his boy Darius. They had come direct from the construction site and were still wearing their work gear – what there was of it – just black jeans and boots and no shirt, a homoerotic display of gleaming ebony muscle and handsome black faces.

The tribe rose up from the table in a standing ovation, especially when Zack grabbed Darius's wrist and raised his arm high like a victorious prize-fighter. "My hero and yours," Zack shouted. They remained standing until the clamor lessened and the crowd sat down.

"Guys, I just wanna say how proud I am of this young buck here. In the mayhem outside the site he charged in to save Randy and Will by beating the last of those goons to a pulp."

Darius silenced the resumed applause by shouting, "But I gotta pay tribute to my buddy in arms – the arms in this case being a big ol' two-by-four, wielded by our favorite redhead Will. Damn, you should a' seen him go – talk about fearless. He saved the day by bashing that tire-iron out of the thugs hand. If he hadn't done that I wouldn't be standing here now. On your feet and take a bow, pardner."

Will half-rose from his seat, smiled and waved and sat down again. Seth squeezed his thigh under the table and murmured, "Way to go, kiddo."

Zack had the floor again. "But guys, talk is cheap, actions speak louder than words. So before we get stuck into dinner, I wanna demonstrate through action my own pride in this stud, and the gratitude of the tribe." He turned to Darius. "Boy, I salute you."

The crowd gasped as the macho construction boss dropped to his knees, ripped open his boy's jeans and pulled out his cock, which quickly stiffened to its full ten-inch glory. Zack looked up, with a smile on his chiseled features, and his square jaw sagged open. He leaned forward and lowered his mouth onto the thick black shaft – inch by inch by inch.

There was a stunned silence round the table as they watched the macho black leather-master swallow his own boy's cock all the way down his throat. He pulled all the way back, then swallowed the full length again. Darius grinned down at him, clamped a hand over the shaved head and pulled it down and back. He flashed a gleaming white-tooth smile. "That's it, eat it, sir. Your hot mouth is a prize worthy of a hero, if that's what you wanna call me."

It was a spectacular sight, a lusty young stud pounding the face of his muscular black master, kneeling subserviently on hands and knees, taking the massive ten-inch pole all the way down his throat without gagging once.

It was a sight worthy of the record book – and young Eddie, the budding cameraman, was on hand to record it. He whipped out his camera and unobtrusively filmed the spectacle, with copious use of his specialty – candid closeups of the master's rugged face being invaded by the boy's formidable weapon.

Tears ran down Zack's ebony features but he fed on the hunk of prime beef ravenously without choking, determined to demonstrate his pride in his boy. Watching his man slurping on his cock, Darius was having a blast. He didn't think of himself as a hero – to him it had been just one more fight – but if this was the reward, he'd take it. And he decided to take it even farther.

He pulled out slowly, inch by inch, until his cock came clear of his mouth. He walked round Zack, still on all fours, and knelt down behind him. He reached round, ripped open Zack's jeans and yanked them down below his ass. "That's the real prize, sir," he grinned ... the boss's bare ass." He grabbed Zack's hips and pressed his cock into the curly black fuzz round his hole.

Eddie's camera zoomed in for an ass closeup as Darius pushed his wet cock slowly in his master's ass. The mesmerized spectators watched the long rod disappear slowly in the black ass as Zack gritted his teeth and took every last inch deep inside him.

And then Darius went to town, putting on a performance for his admiring buddies. They wanted a show? OK, he'd give them a show. He raised one arm triumphantly, punch his fist in the air, and rode Zack's ass like a rodeo star. The audience began to cheer, watching one of the dominant studs of the tribe, the leather-master Zack, on hands and knees, surrendering his ass to the muscular young jock riding him.

They urged him on – "ride im cowboy," ... "give it to him, dude," which spurred Darius on to greater effort, pounding his prize' even harder. But eventually he slowed down and faced the spectators. "Hey, when I work a guy over I work as a team, like I did with those goons. Come on partner. Give me a hand here like you did then."

He was looking straight at Will who was nervously excited and looked at Seth for support. "Go for it, kid, have fun with it. Show `em what you got."

Will stood up, took off his apron, and ran over to Darius, who grinned, "That's my boy – we make a great team kiddo. We finished that guy off together – help me do the same with this one. Let's take him at both ends."

Will knew what he meant. He stood in front of Zack and pulled his cock out of his shorts. Looking down at the ruggedly handsome face, the shaved head and flexed muscles, Will's cock got even harder than it already was. He hesitated, but when the square jaw sagged open, as it had previously for Darius, Will did what Darius had done – he pushed his cock into the master's open mouth and down his throat.

"The avengers, together again eh?" Darius laughed. "OK, kiddo, this is our winning-team prize. We'll tag-team him and when I give the sign, we'll let it rip."

"OK, boss," Will smiled, forgetting the audience and staring across Zack's back at Darius's laughing green eyes. They pumped to the same rhythm – "a synchronized spit-roast," Darius laughed – and Zack's muscles flexed to withstand the dual onslaught on his mouth and ass.

He took it like the tough alpha male he was, but after enduring a long double-pounding, at last uttered a muffled groan into the gag of the boy's cock. Darius knew that was his sign – (even spit-roasted, Zack was always in ultimate control). "OK, partner, this is it. Fill him up, dude."

Darius smiled at the eager freckled face as Will panted, "I'm gonna cum, sir. I'm gonna cum ... aaahh!" The black body bucked and heaved between them as the teammates climaxed together, one pouring jizz in the master's mouth, the other deep in his ass. Will's laughter was infectious and Darius roared while the whole merry company joined in.

"When their cocks had drained into Zack, Darius and Will pulled out and Zack sprang to his feet, none the worse for wear. He stood between the boys, grabbed a wrist each and raised their arms high. With cum dribbling down his chin Zack beamed, "Gentlemen – our heroes."

He pulled the boys down in a low bow, then straightened up, and they took another deep bow, like actors at the curtain call of a stage spectacle that received a tumultuous reception from the audience

"Guys," Bob shouted above the noise, "that terrific floor show has given us all a big appetite – and I don't mean only sexual – but that too. So here's the good news – dinner is served. In my book everyone here is a hero, so let's eat."

Zack came forward and shook hands with Bob. Darius sat down next to his boy Ryan who was glowing with pride. Darius kissed him lovingly and said, "Damn, that really fired me up, kiddo, so you better be ready when we're in bed tonight."

Will ran to the table and sat next to Seth who threw his arm over his boy's shoulder. "You were awesome out there, kid, and did you hear that applause? Wow, like you just won an election or something. Which you did – elected to the Heroes Hall of Fame. I am so proud of my boy."

After that buildup, the dinner was a noisy, festive affair, and when it was over the man and boys of the tribe soon paired off to indulge the other appetite Bob had mentioned – sexual. Bob asked the twins to sleep with him, and as they walked back to the house he said, "Guys, I meant what I said earlier. Everyone here is a hero, even those of you who just toil away in the background. I'm impressed as ever at the way the tribe rises up to meet challenges like this one."

"Thank you, sir," Kevin said. "And the final act of the drama will be the return of big boss Randy tomorrow." Kyle added, "Which will bring its own set of challenges, with his right arm in a cast and a sling. We're here to help, sir, however we can."

"I know you are, boys, and I thank you. I've a feeling I'm going to need all the help I can get."

<><> THE PATIENT FROM HELL <><>

Early next morning, while Bob was still in bed with the twins, his phone rang. He looked at the ID, smiled and said, "Randy". He put the phone on speaker.

"You're early," Bob said. "Everything OK? Did you sleep well?"

"Sure, I'm fine, you know me. But they wake you up at crack of dawn in these damn places, and I wanna get the hell out of here. I'd just get up and leave, except I can't drive with this fucking arm in a cast. Maybe I'll just call a cab."

"Randy, Randy, don't do anything hasty. What does Doc Chad say?"

"The fucker's not even here yet."

"Randy, I won't listen to you calling the doctor who's helped us so much a `fucker'. You don't mean it, it's the frustration talking. You're like a child throwing a tantrum to get out of his highchair. Now be sensible and we'll work it out."

"Fuck you, man." Randy growled. Bob smiled and the twins gave him a thumbs up.

"OK. By now Pablo is probably on his way back from San Diego and he'll come straight to the hospital. I'll come after breakfast and we'll see if Chad is ready to release you. He'll probably need X-rays and a blood test, whatever. So please, buddy, stay put and I'll be with you soon."

After he hung up Kyle said, "You're really tough with him, sir."

"Somebody has to be. If I get any more of it I'll turn Uncle Mike on him and he'll slap him down."

Bob showered and dressed and the twins brought his breakfast on a tray. After that he grabbed Randy's clothes and drove to the hospital where he was met by Chad outside Randy's room."

Bob grinned, "How's it going, doc. You surviving?"

Chad rolled his eyes. "Barely, Bob. Oh the surgery went fine and he's recovering well. He's tough as a mule – and just as stubborn." Chad chuckled. "Before he went into surgery I insisted he wear the standard hospital gown. You can imagine how that went down. When he came out of the anesthetic the first thing he did was rip the thing off and demand his T-shirt. I asked him if he saw the gown as a threat to his masculinity. He just told me to fuck off – again."

"Funny thing, though. Any other difficult patient like that would have exhausted the patience of the nurses. But they take it all from this guy and can't do enough for him, hovering over him like mother hens. It's like they're under his spell."

"They probably are, doc, like everyone else who knows him. That's why he gets away with it. Ah, here's Pablo at last. That should help."

Pablo, looking fit and handsome as ever, smiled at Bob and shook Chad's hand. "Hey, doc? Is my dad giving you a hard time? That goes with the territory – it's the gypsy in him."

"I'm glad you're here, Pablo. I understand you're gonna talk shop with him, which is just what he needs. He's feeling useless right now, out of the loop, so talking about work, asking him for decisions, will help restore his sense of masculinity. He hates for anyone to see him like this, in bed with his arm in a cast and a sling. I don't want him to go leaping out of bed or anything."

"I'll do my best, doc. My dad and me talk the same language." Pablo went into the room, and left the door ajar. So Bob and Chad hung around and listened.

<><> RANDY & PABLO – FIGHTING TALK <><>

Pablo smiled that crooked smile that Randy always loved. "Hey, dad. I guess I should bow down to the hero of the hour, suck your dick or something."

"Huh, do I look like a hero, kiddo, lying in a hospital bed with my arm in a cast? I feel like a fucking loser."

"That's bullshit and you know it. You captured that gang the cops were looking for almost single handed. You totally wasted two of them, and would have taken the other one except he fought dirty with that tire iron.

"Nah, kid, I should a' dropped him too. I made a basic mistake a novice fighter would make. I dropped the guy, then turned my attention to the other two ..."

"But you shouldn't have turned your back on the first one eh?"

"Elementary, eh kid? What's more I didn't keep my eyes open for a weapon. So all he had to do was pick up that tire iron and slam it on my back. Lucky he missed my head or I'd have wound up in a real coma."

"But that blow only winded you, sir. You could a' fought back."

"And that was my second mistake. Come on, I've taught you all this, kid. What was it?"

"Yeah, I see. You raised your arm defensively, to ward off the blow, when you should have grabbed the iron as he struck."

"Damn straight. It was the fucker bashing my forearm that did me in. I was useless after that. I was damn lucky young Will had the guts to bash him with a two-by-four and keep him off me till Darius got there and finished him off. I owe the kid big-time. Don't you ever let me see you making the same damn-fool mistakes as I did, boy."

Outside the door Chad grinned at Bob. "They really do talk the same language, don't they? Their main concern is how Randy could have won the fight. That's what really pisses Randy off and Pablo knows it."

They heard Randy yell, "Hey Bob, you still out there? Get your ass in here. I want you to see the pictures Pablo took of the heavy machinery and hear his recommendations."

Chad chuckled. "He's back in charge, dude. Just what the doctor ordered. I'll leave you to it while I go check on the X-rays and lab results. I'll let you know if I can OK his discharge today."

When Bob walked in Pablo had turned his back on Randy as he crossed the room to pull up an extra chair. He saw Randy ogling his boy's perfect butt, the sexy mounds bulging under the tight jeans – catnip to a butt-man like Randy. Bob suspected Pablo had deliberately worn the tight jeans to turn Randy on. It was working, Randy salivated – and it gave Bob the germ of an idea.

They sat beside the bed and Pablo scrolled down his phone, showing them pictures of trucks, bulldozers, backhoes and other equipment. "These are all the latest models. The high-end ones have bells and whistles that we wouldn't use, and they push the price up, so I'd recommend the ones that I've checked here. When I talked price, the manager agreed to a bulk discount if we bought several pieces, and an even bigger one if we paid cash instead of financing them."

"You did well, kid, I like your suggestions." Randy asked a few more technical questions and then, "Can you give us a ballpark estimate of how much these three would cost?"

When Pablo replied, Bob said, "That's a heck of a lot, but I see the wisdom of purchasing them together. I'll have to check, but we've got good cash reserves and I think we can manage it."

And so the conversation continued for some time and the fact that Randy was in bed with a cast on his arm faded in importance. Eventually Chad came in smiling. "Good news, guys. The arm is sitting exactly right and your general health is good, Randy. You must have the hide of an elephant. So I could authorize a release today – but here's the bad news.

"Randy, your cast must remain on for several weeks and you can't put any pressure on that arm. I want to see you again in a week to see if you can take the sling off. I emphasize that the cast is essential for a complete healing of the arm, so you'll be able to work, punch, and jack off to your heart's content. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal clear, Chad," Bob said. "And I intend to play the bad cop on this one."

"Good, I'll have a nurse come in and help you dress."

Randy winced and Bob said, "No need for that, doc. I brought some clothes and we can dress him. I even remembered to bring a sleeveless shirt so it'll be easy to pull over that arm."

"Good thinking, Bob," Chad smiled. "Randy, when you get home you gotta follow the orders of Nurse Ratched here, or I'll wash my hands of you."

Randy moved to protest, but instead flashed his sexy, gleaming smile. "Seriously doc, I appreciate everything you've done for me. I know I was kinda difficult at times."

"The patient from hell, dude, but that's why they pay me the big bucks."

<><> THE BOSS IS BACK <><>

Before they left the hospital Bob pulled Pablo aside for a private word. As he whispered his suggestion, Pablo's crooked smile again spread over his face. "But you'd have to be real careful, Pablo. We don't want to ruin the healing process this early in the game."

"Leave it to me, sir. I'm an expert at this. It's happened, like, a trillion times already."

They decided it would be easier for Randy to travel in Pablo's truck than in Bob's Mercedes, so Bob took off and Pablo followed some minutes behind. Randy said, "Thanks for the great work you did in San Diego, dude. I really needed an expert I can trust. Now maybe you can suggest how I can face the guys again, a fucking loser."

"Oh cut the crap, sir. No one's gonna see you as a loser, you're a hero. You captured the gang the cops wanted – with a little help from Will and Darius, for sure."

"Yeah, you can tell yourself that, but I need a way to show the guys that the boss is back, not some useless cripple with a broken arm."

"Sir, you are the boss, and I'm the boss's boy. And you'll come up with a way to prove it."

Bob got to the compound first and found preparations for lunch in full swing. As it was Saturday most of the guys were there and lunch was to be the usual casual buffet affair. The twins and Will were loading up a long table with a big selection of cooked and cold dishes for the guys to help themselves. And there was quite a crowd sitting round in groups and couples, in anticipation of a festive lunch and, even more, of the return of their hero boss.

Bob's arrival amped up the excitement as they knew Randy couldn't be far behind. They heard Pablo's truck pull up, the gate opened and Pablo came in, followed by Randy. The crowd got to its feet in a standing ovation of cheers, whistles and foot stamping.

Pablo marched across the lawn with the arrogant strut he was known for. But he was not bathing in reflected glory as the boss's boy, not this time. The strut was not for the benefit of the crowd but for his dad Randy – and the strut and the tight jeans did the trick. As he swaggered ahead of Randy his ass cheeks bounced and flexed under the tight denim, and even the cheering crowd could not deflect Randy's gaze from the flawless butt he had fucked so many times over the years.

"Oh fuck," he murmured, a phrase which usually preceded, "I gotta have that."

But shouts of "speech ... speech" rang round the garden and had to be acknowledged. Randy raised his good arm for silence. "Thank you guys. You missed me?"

This brought more cheers and Uncle Mike murmured to Bob next to him, "Man, the guy sure knows how to play to the crowd."

"You ain't seen nothin' yet, Mike. Working a crowd's not his only talent."

"OK, so we delivered that gang of goons to the cops, but I couldn't have done it without the help of two gutsy guys. Hey, Red, I gotta talk to you later, but right now, stand up and take a bow." Blushing the freckle-faced young redhead stood up to acknowledge the cheers of his buddies.

"And also," Randy continued, "that handsome young buck Darius. Thank you man." Darius likewise stood up to applause and whistles."

"OK, guys," Randy shouted against the din. "But don't let this fucking cast and sling fool you. You can't count me out yet. Every other limb and every other muscle is working better than ever, including the most important muscle in a guy's body. How do I know? Well Bob took it for a test drive in the hospital when he woke me from that damn coma by sucking my dick.

Bob smiled at Mike with a resigned shrug and muttered. "So much for privacy and discretion. Blurt out all the intimate details, Randy, why don't you?"

Mike chuckled. "It's what you signed up for, kid."

"And to prove it," Randy shouted, "I need the help of my hot stud son Pablo." Pablo ran forward and clasped his arms above his head, milking the audience's applause. "Boy, you've been flashing that gorgeous ass at me under the too-tight jeans ever since you got back in town, and you know there are some things in life I can't resist. Get over here and do your thing."

Enjoying every minute in the spotlight Pablo bowed to the crowd, then pulled off his shirt and, bare chested in beltless jeans and boots, flaunted his muscular body. He pressed his fists into his waist and flared his lats in classic bodybuilder pose. His shoulders bulged, his muscled pecs and ripped abs flexed, and the tight jeans hugged his slim waist.

The crowd went wild, especially when Pablo turned his back to them and flexed his ass. When the cheers died down Pablo walked up to a nearby tree and, facing it, ripped open his jeans and pushed his jeans down below his ass. The prefect white globes, with tan lines at top and bottom, brought a collective gasp from the crowd – and a lascivious gleam to Randy's eye.

Pablo leaned forward with straight arms, braced his hands on the tree, and thrust his ass back for the benefit of his dad. The swarthy gypsy salivated at the sight of the perfect twin mounds.

"Fuck," he growled. He raised his good arm and slapped the ass several times, watching the dimpled globes bounce under the blows. He tore open his jeans and pulled out his rigid cock.

"He's right," Mike murmured to Bob. "That weapon's as lethal as ever."

Randy spat in his left hand, ran it over his cock and pressed the head between the ass cheeks. He shouted, "Brace yourself boy, `cos the boss is back."

"Aaagh!" Pablo howled as the long thick shaft drove fast and deep in his ass, then pulled back and slammed in again, and again and again. The crowd gasped at the pornographic sight of the muscled gypsy, his shaggy hair swinging wildly, jack-hammering the bare ass of the young shirtless mechanic bracing himself against the tree.

Randy had fucked his boy so often that he knew just how much of the massive cock he could take. And it was a lot. It was a point of pride to the tough young jock to prove to his man, and now to the tribe, that he could take as much punishment as Randy dished out.

The fact that the gypsy had one arm in a cast faded into irrelevance. He still had one good arm, a bruised but powerful body, and a huge shaft that now pistoned in his boy's ass. "Fuck the broken arm," he growled, "who needs it. I could fuck you with both arms tied behind my back." With his left hand he grabbed Pablo's shoulder and pinned him against the tree, so the macho mechanic was trapped and helpless.

Pablo looked over his shoulder, with a roguish grin on his chiseled features and in his sexy, slanted eyes. "That all you got, stud? I thought you said the boss was back."

"Fuck you, boy. OK, you asked for it. Even a hot mechanic as tough as you can be broken. Here comes the big finish." Randy was fired up and the spectators were on their feet cheering him on as the gypsy's pile-driving rod became too brutal even for the tough mechanic. Pablo was jerking off his own cock as he yelled, "OK, sir, I can't take anymore. Please, I give up, I submit. You are the boss. I'm gonna cum ... fuck ... aaagh."

His cock spurted jizz against the tree as Randy's blasted semen deep in his ass, then pulled out and splashed the last of his juice over the mounds of his boy's tortured ass.

When they had recovered their breath, Pablo turned round and Randy raised his boy's arm in the air, to renewed cheers. Bob ran up and said anxiously, "How's the arm, buddy?"

"Don't worry, dude, the arm's fine, it never moved. I'm as good a fuck with one arm as two."

Pablo went back to the crowd to sit with his awestruck boy Tyler, while Bob brought Randy and sat him down at a table with Uncle Mike. Will came up with a plate of food. "After all that hospital food I thought you'd like your favorite, sir – sirloin steak." He lowered his voice and added, "I cut it up for you sir, `cos you might not be able to – but I'll never tell."

Randy ruffled the boy's hair. "Thanks, Red – for everything. We make a great team, uh?"

<><> AND SO TO BED <><>

That night in bed Bob and Randy lay together, enjoying the peaceful refuge of their room after the tumult of the past few days. "Mmm, this is what I missed most, buddy," Randy smiled.

"Me too, Randy. You know, after you've satisfied yourself that the sites are operating OK, we should take up Mike's offer of taking a break with him and Larry in Palm Springs. Some of the other guys might be going too – Mark and Hassan, Miguel and Finn, and even Mario and Grady if we can ensure Grady's privacy out there."

"Sounds like a plan," Randy mumbled. "But all I want now is to lie here with my arm over you." He tried, but the cast hampered him, and the mood changed. "Damn this fucking arm, I can't even do that. I swear I'm gonna rip this fucking cast off."

"No need for that, Buddy. All we have to do is change sides so your good arm is next to me." Carefully Bob climbed over to the other side of the bed and nestled against him. "See?" He pulled Randy's good arm over him.

Randy grunted. "What makes you so damn smart anyway, always coming up with a solution?"

"Randy, all we did was change sides, it's not rocket science." He sighed. "I can see this is gonna be a tough couple of weeks."

"Asshole." Randy pressed closer. "Your ass is next, you know."

"Whatever you say, Randy. You're the boss."

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