A Trial of Strength

TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 437 By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 437 – "NEWLY DOMINANT SETH TOPS RANDY""

IN THIS CHAPTER:

The sexually confused musclehunk Seth is dragged hesitantly into the world of man-on-man sex. After he sucks off the Marine Hassan he freaks out. But the tribe's leader Randy knows what Seth needs. "Man, you've been banged beaten and roasted. It's time you took a turn on top, stud. You gotta fuck a guy - a big badass gypsy like me!" Dominant at last the macho Seth pounds the tortured gypsy into submission.

************ In the previous chapter *************

The cute young redhead Will had found a new family. He had been living with an abusive homophobic father, Seth, and had run away from home. He met the twins Kyle and Kevin who took him into the tribe as their boy.

The twins in turn were the boys of the handsome co-founder of the tribe Bob, and his lover, the dominant, rugged gypsy Randy – and they made up Will's new family.

Randy had always been fiercely protective of all the boys, so when Will's dad showed up to grab his son and take him back home the enraged gypsy fought him off, beat him savagely and – the ultimate punishment, especially for a homophobic top man – fucked his ass.

The effect was stunning. As Will later told his buddies, "Here's the really amazing part, guys. When Randy fucked my dad he ended up liking it, I swear to god. He was begging for more! He hightailed it out of there but Randy predicted he'd come back for even more."

Randy was right. Confused but sexually obsessed with Randy Seth did come back and in a marathon fuck session in an old abandoned warehouse the macho jock surrendered his manhood to Randy – crawled through the dirt, licked his boots, sucked his cock and surrendered his ass.

Afterwards Seth was confused and ashamed, and Randy said, "You're a fucking mess, Seth – you need therapy, a lot of it. All I can do is sex therapy and we just had a session of that. Psycho-therapy is more complicated, but I have just the man for you – actually my brother Doctor Steve. He'll sort out that addled brain of yours.

At this point Seth was so in thrall to Randy he would do whatever he told him to. So a few days later, confused and hesitant, Seth went up to Steve's big house in the hills for his shrink session. At first he was resistant, even antagonistic, but the breakthrough came when Steve mentioned Randy.

"Doc, I'm fucking crazy about him. When we fought something happened to me. When he banged my ass I hated him, but I wanted more. Dammit I keep jerking off thinking about him. I went looking for him and crawled through the dirt to him begging for it. I've never met anyone like him doc. I think ... I think I love him or lust for him or some damn thing. I'm lost, man."

Steve persisted. "But here's the big question, Seth. Is it just Randy or could you have sexual feelings for other men? Face it, you haven't had that kind of contact with other guys – like at a gym or something. Actually there's a gym in the basement here. My partner Lloyd is probably down there now working out with our house manager Tommy. You wanna take a look?"

Steve's therapy methods were notoriously unorthodox – but they worked. Seth went down to the basement gym with Steve and watched with building lust as the handsome gym-jock Lloyd and the blond ex-gymnast Tommy flexed their muscles seductively. Soon they invited Seth to join in. That's when he lost it and jumped to his feet.

"Who am I fucking kidding? I'm telling myself I'm just watching two jocks working out, but what I really want all the fucking time is sex. You guys are fucking gorgeous."

The result was an erotic, exhibitionist workout session in front of the mirrors where Seth ended up on all fours getting spit-roasted by the two jocks. The climax came when he stood between the upright poles of the cable flyes equipment, arms stretched up in a V, cum running down his face and dripping on his chest, his body impaled on Lloyd's shaft driving in his ass.

"What d'ya think, Tommy?" Lloyd yelled. "Next time we'll tie the big stud up like this, spread-eagled and helpless. We'll get the whole gang in to work him over, jizz slamming in his face and down his body. The guys'll line up and gang bang the naked stud while he begs for more."

"Yeah," Seth yelled, the whole scene vivid in his mind. "Let me have it, guys – give it all to me, tied up, worked over, gang fucked. I want it so bad ..."

Lloyd grinned, "He's done, Tommy. Let's finish him off." Tommy knelt before Seth and took his cock all the way down his throat. In a homoerotic daze Seth watched himself get butt-fucked and sucked off by the two muscular jocks. He gripped the cables like he really was tied up as Lloyd yelled, "I'm gonna blast my jizz in your ass stud while you fuck my buddy's face. Yeaahh!"

Seth howled as his ass filled with cum and his cock poured jizz deep in the gymnast's mouth. He was flying and the explosive orgasm seemed to last forever. But at last he slumped exhausted to the floor, overwhelmed by homoerotic images of the new world folding round him

He must have passed out for a few minutes before Steve helped him up and sat him in a chair. He looked round the room in a daze. "What just happened here, doc?"

Steve smiled. "A whole lot of things, Seth, but now is not the time to analyze them. I'll want to see you again in three days – a lot to sort out. And at some point in the future I'd like to have a joint session with you and Will. But right now you're still dazed and need to relax, so I wonder if you would like to stay to lunch?"

"Lunch? ... You mean, with you and those guys?"

"Sure. I'd like you to get to know them – outside of the gym, I mean, and all that stuff. You could hang out, go for a swim, get some sun. Oh and Randy called me and said he's coming up here later. He would really like you to be here as he has something to talk to you about."

"Well ... well sure, Steve. I mean, if you think ... yeah, actually I do need to kinda re-group. That was one hell of a therapy session, doc. Are they all like that?"

"It varies," Steve smiled. "Some mild, some wild. I think you just took a walk on the wild side." "No kidding, doc!"

********************* CHAPTER 437 *********************

Seth was still feeling overwhelmed by the incredible sexual fantasy he had just lived through. In fact fantasy was the only way he could begin to get his mind around it – with a big dose of denial. It hadn't really happened, not to him, a tough, regular guy. No, it was like he had been dreaming and now he was waking up.

Except that the two jocks Lloyd and Tommy had been real enough, and the doc sure was, right here with him, looking a lot like his brother Randy. Damn, Randy was real enough, real enough where just the thought of him made him jack off. His mind was reeling and it was a relief to hear Steve's reassuring voice.

"I can imagine what you are feeling, Seth. You've had a traumatic experience – an awakening to a whole new world and a new set of feelings. It'll take a long while before you can begin to accept that it really happened to you. It's not that you really changed. It's just that instincts that were buried deep inside you suddenly saw the light of day and you were blinded by the light.

"But like I said, what you need now is to relax, chill out and not think too much. First I would suggest a good hot shower. We have a nice guestroom that's yours while you're here. You can even take a nap if you want, except I wouldn't recommend you be alone right now as you'll only start to think and torture yourself trying to find solutions. Come with me. Leave your clothes here, Tommy will take care of them."

Seth was hardly aware that he was walking through the house naked. After emerging from the basement they bumped into Tommy who was now dressed again in his house `uniform', of tight black pants and dark gray T-shirt. He had been setting the lunch table outside and was on his way to the kitchen.

"Oh Tommy, good," Steve said. "Seth is going to take a shower in the guest room and then join us for lunch. Would you mind showing him the room, make sure he has everything he needs? And maybe bring his clothes up from the gym and find a spare pair of swim trunks for Seth?

"Of course, sir, leave everything to me. This way, sir."

Seth was surprised to hear this beautiful young man call him sir and he reflexively held his hands in front of his cotch to hide his swelling cock. He followed Tommy through the house, staring again at the flawless ass flexing under the tight pants as he walked. In the guestroom Tommy turned and smiled.

"This room will be yours, sir, while you're here and I think you'll find everything you need in the bathroom. Lunch will be served in an hour on the terrace – it's orange braised trout today, sir, with mixed veggies and new potatoes and a lemon soufflé to follow. If you prefer to rest, the bed is all made up, but I hope you will join us outside. You must be feeling hungry after your ... after your gym workout, sir."

Seth caught a gleam in the boy's eye and wondered if he was making fun of him. Fuck him, arrogant kid with his ripped gymnast body. For a split second Seth had an urge (not for the first time) to get the hell out of this fancy place. But a hot shower sounded good and he was starving hungry, so he just murmured. "Yeah, I'll be there."

"Wonderful." Tommy flashed a smile. "And if there's anything else you need, sir, anything at all, just call me." Tommy glanced down at Seth's fully erect cock, and with another smile left the room. "Damn," Seth muttered to himself. Now he knew Tommy was playing with him. Oh what the hell. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower trying to ignore his own boner.

The hot water worked wonders, not only washing the dried cum off his face and chest, but relaxing his tense muscles. For the first time he started to relax and didn't feel so bad about being here. Whatever the deviant lifestyle of these guys he didn't have to join in. He would just eat lunch and leave – no harm in that.

The soothing balm of hot soapy water helped him to clear his head. He still found it hard to block out the shame he felt at the things he had done in the gym downstairs – which he certainly had no intention of ever doing again. He must have been out of his mind.

But it wasn't just that. He was also uneasy about the whole deal here – the fancy house in the hills, these guys who were obviously successful – a Beverly Hills therapist, an architect, and the young guy they called their house manager. Hell, `orange braised trout', whatever the fuck that was, for lunch? He'd always settled for a burger from a fast food joint.

But dammit, he was as good as these guys were, wasn't he? No, he thought sullenly, he wasn't. He'd fucked up his life – still scrounging around at his age for laboring jobs that lasted a couple of days, or sometimes just a few hours. His pathetic house on the wrong side of town where he was two months behind on the rent.

And worst of all, the way he had treated his boy Will. He must have been really messed up to do that, all that crazy talk of fires of hell. He remembered the terrified look in Will's eyes when he had tried to grab him on the street. Thank god Randy had shown up to stop him from doing that.

When his thoughts came back to Randy his spirits rose. There was a man he could respect, a man he felt an affinity for, a big muscular dominant guy – looked a bit like him too. And he was a construction worker too. Only difference was the guy owned his own company. If he himself had been dealt a better set of cards in life he could have ended up like Randy too.

"Nah, who was he kidding? Randy knew exactly who and what he was. He was the real deal, a real alpha male, not a fucked up mess like himself. Randy had told him that what changed everything was his chance meeting in a bar with this guy Bob. He said he had fallen in love and never looked back. Damn, must be a hell of a guy to have that effect on a stud like Randy.

Seth himself had once had a similar encounter with a guy in a bar – movie-star handsome, built like a brick shithouse, and the guy had even written down his phone number. But when Seth had felt his cock get hard he had panicked, run out of the bar and thrown the number away. Damn, life has a weird way of chewing you up and spitting you out like old gum, he thought.

"Excuse me, sir." The voice jolted him out if his musings. He opened the shower door and there was Tommy holding a pair of swim trunks. I hope these fit, sir. If not, we have others. I'll leave them on the bed."

Tommy stood gazing at the tall rugged man with steam clouds floating round him, his muscular body streaming with water. "I probably shouldn't say this, sir, but you are a very good-looking man. You fit right in here. I hope that doesn't offend you, sir."

Tommy left the room and Seth found he wasn't offended. Not at all.

Outside on the deck Lloyd was sipping a martini at a small table by the pool with Steve. Seth hesitated but Lloyd called out cheerfully, "Hey my trunks look great on you, man. Come join us."

Seth sat with them and Tommy approached. "What would you like to drink, sir?"

Seth frowned and looked uncertainly at Lloyd's martini. "A beer for me please, Tommy," Steve said hastily and Seth looked relieved. "Yeah, same for me."

Tommy brought the beers and sat with them. "Lunch is all set. I'll bring it out in ten minutes." Tommy had worked at the Ritz Carlton in Laguna Beach so he was skilled at sensing a customer's needs and putting them at their ease. Obviously Seth was uncomfortable and Tommy engaged him in small talk. He told him about his life at the Ritz, then how he left there to come here and his current life.

"I have a boyfriend too," Tommy said. "His name's Danny. He used to work at the Ritz too but now he's a house manage like me – at a big estate not far from here called the Grady House. We see each other all the time – either he comes here for the night or I go over there. And when there's an event at either house we work it together. Works out real well. I never had a lover before and I tell you, I've never been happier."

Tommy's easy banter put Seth more at ease, as it was intended to, even though the subject matter was new and strange to Seth, with words like lover and boyfriend being thrown around. He even ventured a question of his own. "Er, what's it like? I mean, having a ... I mean, what do you do ...?" He faltered, knowing he was on very shaky ground.

"Do?" Tommy laughed. "I dunno, pretty much what any couple does together – you know, hang out, watch sports on TV, go to the movies, go jogging ... whatever the hell we want to, really.

Tell you the truth, at the hotel we didn't get on well at all ... I resented Danny, he thought I was arrogant, but when we came here we ... well, we fell in love. Amazing what that can do for a guy. You know the old saying, Seth ... love conquers all."

Seth smiled for the first time. It was weird for him that they were talking about two guys, but Tommy's obvious happiness made him feel good. It was certainly a more positive outlook on life than the buddies he usually hung out with, always talking about banging girls and complaining about their lives and their wives.

And when lunch was served Seth gradually felt more and more relaxed sitting with Steve, Lloyd and Tommy. Steve led the conversation as he knew Seth would feel too insecure to say much, feeling a bit like a fish out of water.

The doc made them laugh with some of the wild stories he heard in his therapy practice (naming no names of course) and Lloyd talked enthusiastically about the construction company's new project and the plans he had drawn up. Seth took a special interest in that, having worked in construction, and even asked several relevant questions.

When lunch was almost over the gate bell rang and Tommy got up. "That'll be Eddie. I'll go let him in." Seth frowned nervously at the thought or more guys coming and sensed maybe it was time to leave. But Steve quickly explained, "Eddie is Hassan's boy. Hassan used to live in our guest house just down that path over there before he and Eddie moved into their own place in the tribe's compound.

"Hassan is dropping by soon too as he and Eddie want to pick up some stuff they left in the shed out back when they moved. Eddie was one of the first boys to join the tribe and he's become kind of an institution. He calls himself the senior junior boy'. The other guys calls him motor-mouth' or `the Mouth of the South' as he never shuts up." Steve chuckled, "Don't worry Seth, you won't have to say a word. Eddie always does all the talking."

Seth soon found out how right Steve was. The good-looking young guy bounced round the corner of the house and onto the deck wearing brown calf-length shorts and a bright orange T-shirt that matched his sneakers. Seth's fear of meeting more of these guys was dispelled by the boy's big smile and bubbly personality.

"Hi, guys. How d'you like the outfit? It's so I won't fade into the background and get ignored."

"Huh, fat chance of that. It's dazzling," Steve laughed, flinching and shading his eyes with his hand. "Eddie, meet our new friend Seth."

"Hello, sir," Eddie grinned, pumping Seth's hand enthusiastically. But then his grin faded. "Oh, wait, you're Will's dad ain't you, and I don't think I should be talking to you. See, Will is my best friend and after what you did ... well ..." He trailed off as, behind Seth, Steve made a chopping gesture with his hand across his throat, signaling to Eddie to steer clear of that topic.

"Oh, yeah, right ... well anyway Randy took care of that and did his usual caveman number on you and he says once a guy's been punished it's all over ... it's one of his rules, Randy makes lots of rules. He's the boss and, like, real tough and ... `course you already know that.

"So, anyway, I'm Eddie like the doc said, and I'm the tribe's senior junior boy – one of the first boys to join the tribe. I really came to be close to a guy called Darius who I met in the bar I worked at – gorgeous young black buck with a humungous ten-inch schlong you have to see to believe. I've been around the block a few times – seen it all done it all, so if you got any questions about the tribe I'm your man."

Eddie stopped talking, which in itself took Seth by surprise. "How is Will?" he asked.

"Good question, sir. Will is doing great, happy as a clam at high tide. He's totally in love with the twins, and Bob and Randy of course like everyone is, and he is a terrific chef. He wears this smart green apron and a cute chef's hat at an angle with his red hair poking out underneath. You should really see him, sir, you'd get a kick out of it." Again Steve signaled him to stop.

"OK, well anyway I'm here now `cos I'm Hassan's boy. He's this incredible looking Marine captain, kinda Arab/Asian mix – dark skin, sexy slanted eyes, black hair and the body of death, I kid you not. He works at a base in L.A. training new recruits, and he makes these recruiting videos dressed in ... well you'll see when he gets here if he comes straight from the base in the outfit he wears for the videos they make.

When he gets off work he's usually horny as hell and orders me to get him off by sucking his huge dick. See, I'm famous for being the best cock-sucker in town, prob'ly in the country actually ... Oh, wait, they say you don't get into that kinda stuff, do you ... does he doc?"

"That's enough, Eddie," Steve said, bringing his monologue to an abrupt halt. "I think you've entertained our guest for long enough – sorry about that Seth ..."

"I don't mind, doc," Seth said and smiled at Eddie. "Thanks for talking to me after all, Eddie ... I'm glad Will is happy and doing well."

Suddenly the gate bell rang again and Eddie jumped up. "Oh, that'll be Hassan. Can't wait for you to meet him, but he'll probably want a blow job soon as he walks in."

Seth heard heavy approaching steps and his jaw sagged as he saw the Marine come from the house out into the deck. As Eddie had guessed the captain had come straight from work wearing combat gear – boots, camouflage fatigue pants, and a ragged sleeveless denim shirt over a sweaty khaki tank top. Seth had never seen a man like him – tall, muscular, his square-cut features an exotic mix of Arab and Asian.

Eddie ran up to the soldier who grabbed the boy's head and kissed him on the mouth. Eddie turned proudly to Seth. "Sir, this is my Marine I was telling you about."

Seth stood up and they bumped fists. "Good to meet you, man," Hassan said in his deep accented voice. "My kid been boring you to death?"

"Sir," Eddie said indignantly, `I was just describing ..."

"Quiet, boy," Hassan said with a gleam in his eye. "I've got other plans for that mouth."

"What would you like to drink, sir?" Tommy asked.

"Thanks Tommy, a beer. He took a bottle from Tommy and said, "Be with you guys in a minute, First I've got some other business to take care of." Hassan grabbed Eddie's arm and pulled him across the deck. Eddie looked over his shoulder and beamed at Seth. "Told you so."

Hassan shrugged off his denim shirt and sprawled in a chair in his military fatigues and khaki tank stretched over his chest. Standing beside him Eddie said, "Tough day, sir?"

"Yeah, kinda heavy. I built up a whole head of steam so come here, kid ..." He reached up, curled his hand behind the boy's head and pulled his face down. He clamped his mouth over Eddie's in a ravenous kiss. When he pulled back he sighed, "Mm, that's more like it." He stared up at Eddie's day-glo orange T-shirt and shielded his eyes. "Hey, lose the shirt, kid, sneakers too. They hurt my eyes."

"Aye-aye, sir." Quick to obey the soldier Eddie pulled off the shirt and kicked off his shoes.

"That's better. Hassan looked up at the eager boy with his cheeky grin, shirtless and barefoot in his too-long brown shorts, and a wave of affection swept over him. He rubbed the bulge in his fatigue pants and said, "You're looking good, kid. OK, boy, you know what to do."

"Aye-aye captain." Eddie knelt in front of the chair between the soldier's man-spread legs and reached for his crotch.

Seth had watched this with an initial stab of panic that more sex was about to happen. Apparently this boy was about to service his master, as they called it, and it brought back a painful flash of how he had tried to force himself on Will. But soon a stronger feeling took over – an admiration bordering on lust for the ruggedly handsome Marine.

Seth had been drawn to Randy because of his strength, his dominance and macho self-confidence, not to mention his masculine beauty. He was a man's man, a guy Seth could respect – and lust for without feeling weird about it. And this man, this powerful Marine, had the same rugged qualities and self-assurance as he casually raised his bottle to his lips, took a slug of beer and watched as his boy unzipped his pants.

Seth saw the soldier's muscles flex under the sweaty tank and wondered how he looked naked, how he looked fucking his boy. He couldn't take his eyes off him and didn't care that his cock was rearing up in his swim trunks.

And while Seth stared at Hassan Steve was unobtrusively watching Seth, noting his reactions and obvious attraction to Hassan. He saw him gasp as Eddie pulled the soldier's thick shaft, hard as iron, out of his pants.

He looked on mesmerized as Eddie began to make love to his master's cock, licking his balls, wrapping his mouth round them, then running his tongue up the shaft and tasting the beads of pre-cum from the tip. Seth heard the Marine growl, "Come on, boy, eat that soldier's stinking prick" and the boy reply, "Aye-aye, sir."

Seth grabbed his own crotch as Eddie licked the sensitive corona of Hassan's cock, then pursed his lips round the head and slowly lowered his mouth over it, lower and lower until his face was buried in the thick tangle of black pubic hair. Not once did he gag.

The Marine's reaction was graphically erotic as his face fell back and rolled from side to side, groaning, "Yeah ... fuck yeah, eat that fucking cock, boy." He looked down at his boy's face as it rose and fell on his cock, and he said, "Fucking beautiful, kid." Speaking ostensibly to his boy Hassan suddenly raised his head and looked across the deck directly at Seth. "So fucking hot. That mouth feels so good round my dick. Yeah, eat it, man. Come on ... eat it."

Seth almost creamed his shorts. The dark Arab face was staring straight at him, those almond-shaped eyes piercing his as his seductive voice urged him to eat his cock. "Fuck," Seth breathed ... "Holy fuck ..."

Steve's voice said softly in his ear, "Go for it, Seth. Hassan wants it, I know. I saw it when he first laid eyes on you. Go ... Eddie will show you."

Earlier that day Seth had stood up in a trance in the gym and walked toward the two jocks working out. And now again he rose from his chair and walked mesmerized across the deck, drawn by the exotic eyes set in the chiseled face. His cock was so hard if he had touched it he would have lost his load.

He stood by the chair and stared down at the massive cock disappearing in the boy's mouth. Hassan looked up at Seth then down at Eddie with a gleam in his eye Eddie knew well. Thrilled to be in the middle of a new drama Eddie pulled off his master's cock and grinned up at Hassan – then at Seth. "Sir, would you like a piece of the action here? I know the captain wants it."

He stood up but Seth frowned and hesitated. "I dunno ... I'm not sure I ..."

"Ah, go on, sir," Eddie grinned, "it's a piece of cake ... well, a hunk of meat really, but you know what I mean. Nothing to it, you just kneel and suck – tastes great."

Eddie's crazy banter helped Seth relax. But what put him over the top was when Hassan slowly pulled off his tank top and tossed it aside, then linked his hands behind his head and leaned back in the chair. Seth stared down at the shirtless Marine's sculpted torso – broad shoulders, bulging biceps, ripped washboard abs and the slabs of his pecs – and he completely lost it.

"Fuck ... fuck!" His lust overwhelmed his inhibitions and he dropped to his knees beside the chair, leaned down and licked the soldier's chest, sucking in the drops of sweat that trickled down the cleft between his pecs. He licked the hard ridges of Hassan's abs, then lower, over his waist until his mouth was inches from his cock.

"You never sucked a soldier's rod before, man? If my boy can do it so can a hot fucking stud like you." Hassan glanced up and grinned at Eddie who was tense with excitement.

Clumsily at first Seth took the head of the captain's cock in his mouth and plunged down fast to bury his face in the sweaty pubes as he had seen Eddie do. But Eddie was an expert. Seth was new to this. He gagged and pulled all the way back coughing helplessly.

He looked up desperately and Eddie said, "Too fast, sir. That is one monster schlong and you have to take it slow, and not all at once – unless you're real experienced like me. I used to suck cock in the back room of a leather bar and, though I say it myself, I got real good at... Oops, sorry, sir. There I go again, me and my mouth."

But Eddie's chatter had given Seth time to recover and now he followed Eddie's instructions. He lowered his mouth over the shaft again and took it slowly, pausing several times for breath. He was not a total novice, having sucked Randy's cock, and Tommy's earlier today in the gym. He wanted to please this sweaty, macho Marine and this time when the cock touched the back of his throat he breathed through his mouth and didn't gag.

Pretty soon he got his rhythm going and began to enjoy the taste of the big piece of meat filling his mouth. More than enjoy – he experienced the same erotic sensation as when he sucked Randy off – a sense of man-on-man intimacy, a union with another guy more intense than he had ever felt before. He was giving pleasure to this handsome, powerful Marine – dammit he was sucking the guy's cock.

Hassan grinned up at Eddie again, then looked at the swarthy face moving up and down on his cock. "Damn, he's hot," Hassan moaned.

He always loved getting blow-jobs from his boy but there was something special about watching an alpha musclehunk like this, with his mass of dark hair, blue eyes brimming with tears, and his heavily stubbled jaw clamped round his cock. Hassan was turned on by the sight of his own rod disappearing in the rugged face and the muscles flexing in Seth's back and broad shoulders.

Hassan grabbed a handful of the thick hair and pulled his face down on him with increasing force and speed. Seth reacted by reaching up and digging his fingers into the mounds of the soldier's chest, then squeezing his nipples as Randy had done to him.

"Yeah, man," Hassan growled. "Give it to me, big guy, while I fuck that face."

Adrenaline coursed through Seth as the shaft pistoned down his throat. He felt the power of the man, felt power in himself and he screamed into the gag of the cock and pounded his fists on the soldier's chest.

"Fuck, yeah," Hassan yelled. "Damn you're a hot son of a bitch. Make me shoot, stud, drink my jizz. Here it comes - drink the soldier's fucking jizz, man ... yeaaah!" Hassan rammed Seth's face on his cock as it erupted in his mouth and blasted sperm deep down his throat.

Seth gulped desperately, the musky taste overwhelming his senses until finally he started to choke. Tears streaming down his face he pulled back off Hassan's cock that kept pumping jizz over his face. He opened his mouth and let the juice pour in, and when at last it stopped Seth launched himself forward on top of Hassan and kissed him savagely, grinding their lips together and pushing his tongue deep in his mouth.

Eventually Hassan gently pushed Seth's face off him and stared into his eyes. "Fucking awesome, man. You are one hot fucking stud. Damn, you know how to suck a soldier's dick."

Those words struck a discordant note in Seth's brain as it started to clear. He was aware of Eddie grabbing his arm and pulling him to his feet. Hasan got to his feet too and Eddie stood between them, grabbed a wrist each and raised their arms in the air, like fighters who had fought to a draw. "Let's hear it for these guys," Eddie laughed and the onlookers cheered.

The raucous voices suddenly jerked Seth back to the real world. He blinked as if waking from a dream. He was on display, men were cheering him `cos he had sucked another man's dick. He was standing there with cum running down his face. He was one of them – these men who had sex with each other. They had seduced him, recruited him – and he had put on a degrading show for them, sucking a soldier's cock.

"No!" He felt shattered, humiliated, ashamed. He had to get the hell out of here. "No!" He wrenched his hand away from Eddie and stumbled forward to the table. "I gotta go, man," he said to Steve. "Give me my clothes – I gotta get out of here."

Steve nodded to Tommy who went inside and came back with Seth's clothes. "Seth, please, don't panic," Steve said. "It was too much all at once. That was my fault. You gotta calm down before you leave. You can't drive like that ..." But Seth was gone, bolting round the side of the house to his van.

Where he ran straight into Randy.

"Jesus, man, what the fuck happened?"

"Randy, I gotta get away. This ain't for me. Help me man ... I'm so fucked up."

Randy put his arms round him and held him tight. "Hey, hey stud. This is me. Chill out, man. I'm here now."

Steve came racing up. "Randy, thank god. Things got kind out of control and ..."

"Don't worry, bro. I'll take care of things from here. Is the guest house open?"

"Yeah, it's not locked."

"Good, I'll take Seth down there. Leave us alone there ... just have Tommy bring us a six-pack, will ya?

They all went back round the house, Steve went to Tommy while Randy put his arm round Seth's shoulder and led him down the steep path to the guest house. "Everything's gonna be fine, dude, trust me. You'll like it here – just you and me together. We'll make it come right."

Seth lowered himself unsteadily into a chair outside the door of the guest house and Randy sat opposite him. Randy pulled off his own T-shirt and used it to wipe the cum off Seth's face and chest. He held the shirt to his face and took a deep breath. "Hmm, yeah I remember that."

They saw Tommy coming down the path carrying a six-pack of beer. He smiled, "Here you are, sirs, as ordered. If you need to use the guest house it's still fully equipped. It's a furnished house so when Hassan moved out he bought new furniture for him and Eddie in their new place. Just phone up to the house if there's anything you need, sirs – anything at all."

The handsome blond flashed another smile, turned and walked away. "Damn, look at that gorgeous ass, Seth. Gets me every time. Comes from when he was an ice skater. And you notice that `anything at all'? Tommy always tacks that on – thinks it's seductive, and he's right."

"But that's just the point, Randy." Seth still had an edge of desperation to his voice. "Everything seems to be about sex and I get dragged into it – seduced. I can't do this Randy ... it's not me."

Randy grinned, tossed him a beer bottle and they both took a long drink. Randy wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and said, "OK Seth, let's level with each other here. Let me guess. It was that hot gymnast and his glorious butt that started it all when you watched him work out in the gym in those tight spandex shorts he wears. Am I right?"

Seth blushed. "How the fuck did you know that?"

"Ah, I know my brother Steve by now. His shrink methods are pretty weird but kinda predictable. Was Lloyd there too? Steve often uses him. If you ask me Steve gets off watching his lover flaunt his body to turn on guys like you. Now, I know shrink sessions are like the confessional so you don't have to talk about it, but ..."

"No, I need to Randy ... to you anyway. And I wanna say up front that none of this was Steve's fault. I really liked the guy and he made a lot of sense. He's easy to talk to – I guess that's his job. When I opened up to him about how much you turned me on he wanted to know if it was only you I lusted for or if I could be attracted to other guys. Hell, I already had a boner just looking at the doc. So he took me down to the gym to watch Lloyd and Tommy work out and ..."

"You don't need to tell me, man. Watching those two jocks working out is hot enough to turn on a monk. Well," Randy grinned, "especially a monk, but that's another story."

"Dammit, man, I didn't know what I was doing. When Lloyd asked if I wanted to join them I stood up like a fucking robot and got into it. They spit-roasted me – that's what it's called, right? Lloyd fucked my ass and Tommy my face and I ended standing spread-eagled between the cables with Tommy pounding my ass and Tommy on his knees sucking my dick. My fucking orgasm was insane – gushing in Tommy's mouth and all over his gorgeous face."

"Sound's hot, dude," Randy grinned, "fucking pornographic.'

"It was, man, until I came to my senses and felt humiliated about being used like that, butt-fucked, spit-roasted. I'm just not that kinda guy, Randy. Steve said I needed to relax and stay for lunch and that was fine but then that Marine Hassan showed up – hot looking Arab built like a brick fucking shithouse.."

"Oh yeah," Randy chuckled, "now we're talking serious man-bait. Everyone gets a hard-on with that hunk of military beef. And I guess it didn't just stop at eye-candy with you, uh?"

"His boy Eddie was kinda fun, sweet kid, talks a lot ..."

"And then he sucked the captain's dick, right? That's par for the course. Happens every day."

"I mean, dude, it looked so damn hot, and then the soldier looked straight at me and I became a fucking robot again. Next thing I know I'm on my knees with his dick in my mouth – me, sucking off a Marine! And I fucking loved it, man. I pounded his chest while I munched on his dick then gulped down his jizz. I choked and he ended up shooting his spunk all over my face."

"Which I cleaned up with this," Randy grinned, fondling the cum-soaked T-shirt. I'll hold onto this if you don't mind – probably gag Bob with it. Sounds like you had a jam-packed therapy session, Seth, so why all the panic when I met you running like a bat out of hell?"

"In a way it turned into hell for me, Randy. When it was over Eddie raised my arm and Hassan's like prize fighters – he was kidding around, I guess – and the guys all cheered, like we had put on a show for them. That's when it reality hit. I was one of them, in a fucking man-orgy – me!

"Like I said, Randy, that's not me. I may have made a mess of my life but I'm still a man – a tough, macho stud, or I thought so. Hell, driving up here I had to look in the rearview mirror to make sure I still was. Now it's like I'm two different guys – the dominant hunk drinking with my buddies, and the guy who sucks dick and gets his ass ploughed.

"As if I wasn't insecure enough already. I've made a mess of my life at my age. I live in a shithole house, owe two months' rent, work as a day laborer, lost my kid. But you know what really fucks up my mind? This sex thing. I love it and hate it. I have no idea how to handle that. I'm out of my depth – feel like I'm going down for the third time."

Randy grinned, "As in `drowning' I assume, not going down on dick. Maybe that too."

"Randy, stop kidding around. I'm serious. I'm so totally fucked. Do you know what's wrong with me? Can you help me?"

"Oh sure I can. I know just what's wrong. That's the real reason I came up here."

With a smug smile on his face Randy took another swig of beer.

Seth stared at Randy. "So ... what man ... what can I do?"

Randy took his time, enjoying himself. "Look, buddy, all that other stuff, the house, the rent the job ... we can help you take care of that. You are Will's dad after all. We love the kid, he's one of us, so we gotta help his dad. Bob and the other guys will take care of that."

Randy became deadly serious. "As for Will himself, I'm in charge of that and allowing him meet with you is still a ways off – but it'll happen. Just so you know, he's real happy with his new family and he's got a great job. He loves the twins and Bob and they love him. And he looks to me to protect him – and I will.

"As for your sexual confusion, now there I am the expert and I know damn well what you need. Let's review. So far you've been thrashed by me, you've crawled in the dirt, licked my boots and sucked by dick. Then you've begged for my cock and I've pounded you ass. After that Steve took over and you got spit-roasted by the jocks, got your ass banged by Lloyd and your face stuffed by the gymnast's dick.

"The icing on the cake was when the Marine captain showed up, seduced you with those sexy slanted eyes and you fell on your knees and sucked the soldier's huge schlong.

"And I see you blush, embarrassed. Dammit, man, any self-respecting alpha male would feel degraded by that sexual history of being banged, beaten and roasted like you've been. You keep saying stuff like I'm not that kinda guy' and this is just not me' and in a way you're right. You're a big macho top man, like me – not the kinda guy who gets roughed up and degraded.

"I tell you, when I've had a rough day on the construction site, bad-mouthed and even bested in a fight, the one thing that restores my manhood is to fuck! So I fuck my boy Pablo, them come home and give it to Bob real good. A rough raw man-fuck restores any man's confidence."

"Randy are you suggesting that I ...? Nah. My buddies and me used to pick up girls but I could never really give `em what they wanted. Sex was so bad with my wife that she finally left me and Will. Then I went crazy with Will and tried ... you know ..."

"Dammit man, forget all that – that's in the past. Don't you get it buddy? You gotta fuck a guy! God knows you've been fucked enough, front and back. It's time you took a turn on top, man."

"Shit, I dunno, man. I mean ... who? One of the boys in your group?"

"No."

"Lloyd, Tommy, with that perfect ass?"

"No. Shit man you can be dense. I'm taking about me, asshole. It's about time you fucked me!"

Seth looked shocked ... then roared with laughter. "You! Man, you're the ultimate he-man. A guy like you don't take it up the ass. I could never fuck a macho stud like you."

"Shit damn," Randy sighed, "do we have to go right back to Fucking-101? Being on top or bottom in sex has nothing to do with masculinity, dude.

"Hell, I fuck my man Bob all the time and he's the most dominant alpha male you'll ever meet. Matter of fact, he looks his most macho when he's taking it up the butt from me. Some guys call that a power bottom where the guy getting fucked is in control. But I don't go for labels – top, bottom all that shit. Just get down and dirty and do what the hell you both feel like.

"Godammit, Seth, let's stop pussyfooting around with this thing. I know men, and you are one hot fucking stud. Look at the raunchy sex you've already had with guys. All you need now is a great fuck – the tougher the guy the better – a big badass gypsy like me. Come on, stud, let's go inside and get this fucking show on the road."

Seth followed Randy into the small house feeling strangely empowered. His panic and confusion had faded – Randy always had that effect on him.

Inside, the room was lit by the sun streaming through the windows. As Tommy had said, it was still fully furnished and when they went through to the bedroom the bed had rumpled sheets on it, just as Hassan had left it. Randy noticed that the Marine had also left ropes tied round the bedposts that he had used in sex games with his boy – and others.

Shirtless, Randy turned to face Seth and kicked off his boots. At that moment Randy's cell phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket and switched it off. "We don't need any interruptions – that's why God invented voicemail. I didn't tell anyone I was coming up here so no one knows where I am, except Steve and his guys, and no one will bother us.

Barefoot in jeans Randy grinned and ran his hands over Seth's muscled chest. "Damn you look hot in those trunks, buddy. Lloyd's I bet – nothing but the best for our Lloyd. But I can think of something even hotter."

Randy sank to his knees and pulled Seth's trunks down round his ankles. His stiff uncut cock sprang out almost hitting Randy in the face. "OK, big guy, let's prime the pump." Never one for foreplay Randy leaned forward, wrapped his mouth round Seth's cock and took it all the way down his throat.

"Jesus," Seth gasped. "That feels fucking ... damn you look ..." He was staring down at the swarthy gypsy face, with his shaggy black hair and blue eyes, his heavily stubbled jaw sagging open, the thick shaft disappearing in his mouth. "Fuck that looks hot. Makes me feel ..." His words tailed off but what he actually felt was suddenly powerful as testosterone flowed through him, his muscles flexed and his eyes gleamed.

The rugged gypsy, the most macho guy he ever met, was on his knees with his mouth wrapped round his cock. And Randy was right. As he chowed down on the thick shaft he looked more ruggedly masculine than ever, a masculinity that now endowed Seth too. Up to now sex with guys had been an act of subservience but now he was powered up with adrenaline.

He grabbed Randy's head in both hands and held it steady as he plunged his pulsing cock down his throat again and again. When he saw tears streaming down his face he pulled out of his mouth, hoisted Randy onto his feet and threw him on the bed. Randy landed on his back, his eyes blazing with excitement as he stared up at the man who had been transformed into a raging bull.

"I want you fucking naked, man," Seth growled. He reached down, ripped open Randy's jeans and pulled them off over his feet. He paced round the bed glaring down at Randy and hurled his jeans contemptuously into the corner of the room. "You sexy fucking son of a bitch, you are gonna get your ass fucked good, man."

Randy looked up at the naked musclehunk stroking his cock staring wildly down at him, and it was like seeing himself. He knew that's how he looked when he roared home, horny as a stallion, threw Bob on the bed and savagely fucked his ass. He had known from the start that Seth was cut from the same cloth as himself. The spark just needed to be lit – and now it was.

His moves were clumsy, which only heightened the sense of savagery as he knelt on the bed, pushed Randy's legs back and pressed his cock against his ass. "No lube, no foreplay, eh stud? That's what you told me. Just this ..."

"Aaagh!" Randy howled as the rod pierced his ass and drove in deep. Seth's eyes opened wide and he roared like a tiger at the kill as he felt the heat of a man's ass for the first time in his life.

The fuck was crude, no skill, no finesse, just raw pounding lust. But when their identically blue eyes met Randy knew he had met his match and surrendered willingly. The man was an animal. It was as if the years of denial and mediocre sex had awaited this moment of explosive release, an awakening that he loved to fuck men, especially a man as dominant as this macho gypsy.

Seth fucked savagely with no restraint, no awareness of how much he hurt his victim. But it was a pain that Randy welcomed, it turned him on like the adrenaline rush of a ferocious fight with an evenly matched rival. And Seth acted like a rival as he snarled, "Payback time, stud, ain't that what you call it? You made me crawl, beg, and you held me down while you rammed my ass. Not so tough now, are you? The big gypsy boss is taking it up the ass."

He leaned forward and pinned Randy's wrists to the bed above his head, just as Randy had done to him. Their eyes met with the recognition that they were made for each other, equally strong, equally dominant, with the same savage lust to fuck ass. Randy growled, "Give it to me man ... fuck that ass ... you know how bad I want it ... as bad as you do."

Seth saw his own reflection in Randy's eyes and he bent down and clamped their mouths together in a ferocious kiss – two rugged, stubbled faces grinding together as one alpha stud jackhammered the other's ass.

Instinctively Randy exerted his own strength in a trial of strength between the two men. His arms pushed up while Seth resisted and pressed down, their biceps bulging as in an arm-wrestling contest. With a massive heave Randy pushed Seth off him and they rolled off the bed and crashed to the floor. Randy landed on his stomach and Seth was on him instantly, pressing down on the small of his back and driving his shaft deep in his ass once again.

Randy howled like a wounded bear and pounded the floor with his fists in pain and frustration. Desperately he tried to pull himself away, reaching up, digging his fingers in the carpet and dragging himself forward."

"That's it, stud, I wanna see you crawl like you made me crawl. I'm gonna break you, man, like you broke me." And still his cock ramrodded the gypsy's ass.

Randy reached up and managed to grab the leg of the bed, using it to pull himself forward and up on his knees, bent forward over the edge of the bed. He looked up at the floor length mirror on the opposite wall, at the reflection of the wild man hammering his ass, his muscles flexing, chiseled features twisted in a sneer, his black hair flying over his face.

"Mother-fucker!" Randy yelled. "Damn that's hot."

"Yeah, look at that big fucking gypsy, watch him suffer. You're finished, big guy, and I'm gonna break you, make you submit."

His cock pistoned faster in Randy who yelled, "Never!" as he slapped his hands down on the bed and clawed at the sheets. Seth grabbed his hips from behind and pulled his ass back on his cock, driving it in deeper than ever. But he realized that even this wouldn't break a man as tough as Randy so he reached forward, wrapped his arm round Randy's throat and pulled him back up on his knees, his back pressed hard against Seth's chest.

With both men kneeling, one behind the other, Randy reflexively clawed at Seth's arm that was choking him. But in a lightning move Seth wrapped both arms round his chest from behind, then raised his forearms and linked his hands behind Randy's neck, locking him in a brutal full nelson, a wrestling submission hold.

Randy's arms strained upward helplessly as he fought the pressure on the back of his neck and suffered the continuing savage attack on his ass. His trapped, stretched body was on full humiliating display in the mirror. Both men stared at the incredible sight of two macho wrestlers, their muscles straining, sweat pouring off them, one hopelessly locked in a submission hold by the savage driving his cock in his ass.

"Give up, man!" Seth yelled. "You're finished, even you can't take any more." Seth tightened his grip and pounded ass harder and faster until the tortured gypsy howled, "OK, you win ... I give up, I'm beaten ... please, I submit ... I submit, sir."

With one last massive thrust Seth rammed his cock inside Randy, over the inner sphincter and blasted hot jizz in the deepest cavity of his ass. His body helplessly stretched up in a vicious full nelson Randy stared at the mirror, forced to watch the muscular gypsy submit to his rival as he clinched his victory by pouring cum in the loser's shattered ass.

Seth released the hold, yanked out his cock and contemptuously pushed Randy forward onto the bed. He got to his feet and flipped Randy over on his back. He stood over him, pointed his cock down at him and watched the last of his jizz splash on the fallen gypsy's chest, neck and stubbled chin.

It was the first time Seth had ever butt-fucked a man – and it sure wouldn't be the last.

With awe, admiration and increasing lust Randy stared up at the swarthy muscle stud who had fucked him so savagely. He had rarely met a man who could fuck as ferociously as he did – a fellow caveman, he grinned to himself.

The guy was full of surprises, and he was about to spring another. He grabbed Randy's arm and pulled him to his feet. Then Seth threw himself down on his back on the bed and said, "Your turn now, dude. I wanna feel what I just did to you. Please, man, I'm real stoked. I want it bad."

"Hot damn, you never quit do you, stud. OK, I did have something in mind. Something new that'll drive you wild. Eying the ropes Hassan had left on the corner bedposts Randy pulled Seth's arm up and tied one wrist to the post, then the other.

He saw a look of panic cross the captive's face, as he expected, and kneeled across his chest with a smile. "Don't worry, stud. We got rules about this. One word from you and ..." He pulled the end of the escape knot and his wrist came free. Randy re-tied it and said, "See, any time you've had enough, say the word and you're free. But that's not what you're gonna want, I guarantee. Here, try to get free."

Seth looked up at his wrists and pulled on it. He yanked hard at both wrists but realized there was no escape. Randy's piercing blue eyes looked down at the writhing hunk. "See, you're my prisoner, Seth, at my mercy. You're tied down, helpless and I can do anything I fucking want."

Seth pulled at the ropes again and stared up at Randy, his eyes gleaming. "Fuck yeah. Oh, man, I'm your prisoner – prisoner of the big fucking stud gypsy. It feels incredible ... how did you know, man?"

Randy grinned. "I knew when I saw you crawl across the floor that first day, then lick my boots, suck my dick and beg me to fuck you I knew you'd be into this. And there's a lot more where this came from. My buddy Zack, his lover Miguel and their boys – all into leather and heavy bondage. They're gonna have a blast initiating a hot new tough guy like you.

"But right now, man, I gotta get my rocks off. What you did to me could a' made me cum over and over. But I saved it, thinking of that same brutal mother-fucker tied up helpless, suffering in bondage while his ass got reamed."

He pushed Seth's legs back. "Don't worry, big guy. I'm so fucking pumped I'll bust my nuts real fast. This time anyway. Later I'll have all the time in the world to work you over and watch you suffer. But right now ... just a dry fuck, buddy."

Randy pressed his dick against the prisoner's ass, paused, then drove his dry rod deep in Seth's ass. Seth yelled and instinctively struggled to get free. The pain in his ass lessened as he felt the thrill of being roped to the bed while the rugged gypsy ploughed his ass. The sensation of being helpless, at the mercy of the powerful construction boss, blew him away and the more he struggled the hotter he looked – and the harder Randy fucked.

It was a match made in heaven, or in hell, and Randy went wild. "Fuck, man, you are so damned hot. You're driving me fucking crazy. I'm gonna cum – and I'm gonna make you cum again. Look at me ... I wanna hear you beg, beg me to bust my load in your ass."

He fucked like a savage and pounded Seth's cock in his fist. "Fuck yeah!" Seth pulled frantically at the ropes, his body flexed, and he yelled, "Come in my fucking ass, man. Please, sir, let me cum. I love you man ... I fucking love you. Aaaagh!"

They shot simultaneously – Seth over his bound struggling body while the construction worker pumped jizz in his ass. They stared at each other, breathing heavily until their cocks drained and Randy gasped "You are one hot fucking stud, man. I love you, dammit, we're two of a kind." He quickly untied Seth's wrists and fell on top of him.

They lay together exhausted. Randy reached for his phone that had fallen by the bed. Four missed calls. "Damn, probably work. They can wait." He stared into Seth's eyes and grinned. "I'm completely bushed. You are a rough fucking workout, man."

He lay beside him, they wrapped their arms round each other ... and slept."

Totally exhausted they slept for a long time. They stirred when they heard someone knocking at the door and shouting, "Sir, are you there? Please, sir it's Tommy. Please wake up, sir, something's happened."

Randy frowned and looked at the clock. Five thirty. Jeez, had they slept as long as that? He got unsteadily to his feet and went to the door. Tommy looked agitated, not his usually calm self. "Sir, something's happened ... at your house ... one of the twins, an accident. Bob's been phoning everywhere trying to find you."

Randy's blood ran cold. He turned round, pulled on his pants and boots and checked his phone. Seven missed calls. "Gotta go, man. Tommy, take care of Seth."

He raced up the path to the house where Steve was waiting for him. "Thank, god," Steve said. "Randy there's been an accident. One of the twins ... fell in the kitchen and hit his head. But they think he's gonna be OK. Bob's been trying to reach you ... your phone was switched off and he's been kinda frantic. He had no idea you were here, called us as a last resort and ..."

But Randy was gone. He raced round to his truck and roared away. He broke every rule in the book as he sped home, then raced up the stairs of his house, where he found Bob and a tearful Will. He ran up to Bob and hugged him.

"Randy I've been trying to find you. Your phone was turned off ... I was kinda frantic. As it turns out it looks like it's not too bad. Kevin had a fall in the kitchen, hit his head on the stove and knocked himself out.

"The ambulance came and took him to the emergency room where he regained consciousness but he was real groggy. The hospital did a CT scan and everything looks OK, no permanent damage, it seems, but he has to have lots of rest. They brought him back and he's asleep here in the guestroom. Kyle's with him in bed and of course he won't leave him.

"It was all my fault, sir," Will blurted out. "I spilled some olive oil on the floor and was gonna mop it up when I'd finished at the stove but Kevin came in and skidded on the oil. He fell and hit his head. He wasn't moving, sir, I was frantic. He was unconscious when the ambulance came and took him away and Kyle went with him. He wasn't moving, sir, and I thought ... and it was all my fault. I should a' mopped the floor."

Tears streamed down Will's freckled face and Bob pulled him into his arms. "Now that's not true, Will. Accidents happen in kitchens all the time. It was not your fault. Kevin's going to be just fine. The doctors say he just needs plenty of rest and we're to keep him under observation. Naturally Kyle will stay with him, which is where you come in.

"For the next few days you will be in charge of the kitchen. I want you to call Brandon and Eddie to come and help you right away. I'll make sure it's OK with their guys, Pete and Hassan. It will mean a lot of work for you as you'll be head chef in the kitchen until the twins come back. I want you to make the twins proud of you. You think you can handle all that?"

"Absolutely, sir. I'm sorry I blubbed like that."

"It's perfectly natural, Will. You love Kevin, we all do. Now it's almost six o'clock and the guys will be gathering for dinner soon. Will you be ready?"

"Definitely, sir. The twins would expect it and I won't let them down." He hugged Bob and then, before he left, hugged Randy too. "I'm glad you're back, sir. Bob needed you so bad."

Randy had watched it all in silence and tears came to his eyes as he watched Bob and Will hug. After the boy left he went up to Bob who looked into his eyes ... and burst into tears. He had held it all in up to now, he had to, but now that Randy was here he let it go and Randy wrapped his arms round him.

"I'm sorry, Randy, it's just that seeing Kevin lying there ... I love those guys so much. I needed you so bad." Bob pulled away, wiped his eyes and Randy poured them both a brandy. They sat facing each other and Bob saw right away Randy's guilty expression. "Where were you anyway, Randy? Did you switch your phone off – went straight to voicemail every time I called."

Randy shifted uneasily. "I, er, went up to Steve's – to see Seth."

"Seth?" Bob frowned. "And were you with him all that time? I called you around one and your phone was already off. It wasn't till after five that I thought to call Steve and they went down to the guest house to find you. What were you and Seth doing for so long?" Randy winced like a little boy trying to hide a secret.

Bob realized it was serious and said, "Randy, we have no secrets from each other. Tell me the whole thing."

"We were having sex, godammit!" he blurted out. "Fucking great, incredible sex, amazing sex. Up till then Seth had only been fucked and worked over and I knew what he needed was to fuck. So he reamed my ass and it was fucking unbelievable. The guy is just like me, he fucks like me, like we were made for each other. We were all over the bed, on the floor until I submitted to him and begged him to cum in my ass.

"After that he wanted to feel what I had felt so I tied him to the bed and butt-fucked him. He went apeshit for bondage and said he was in love with me. We were fucking exhausted and lay down together and fell asleep curled up together. We didn't wake up until Tommy came knocking at the guest house door. By that time it was after five. And dammit, if Tommy hadn't woken us we'd probably still be there having sex, and then more sex."

"That good, uh?" Bob murmured. His cool demeanor masked the anger and even fear that he was trying to suppress. They had been through stuff like this before and survived. As Steve had said often, `Randy sometimes thinks with his cock, which actually makes him incredibly sexy'. Bob knew that ranting and raving would only make things worse. He had to stay calm and keep his focus on the twins and Will.

But Randy had no such restraint as he jumped to his feet. "I don't know what happened to me, man, but sex with him was fucking spectacular. We're so alike, I could ... I could ..."

"... could leave me for Seth, Randy?" Bob stood up and gazed into Randy's eyes. That thing happened where their eyes became a portal to their private magical world where their souls merged. "Randy," Bob said softly. "Do you want to leave me for Seth?"

"Fuck no. I could never ever leave you, buddy, you know that. But I ... I'm so fucked up." His head fell on Bob's shoulder and he sobbed. "I should've been here for you, man. You needed me and I was fucking another guy, fucking him for hours. I let you down, and young Will and the twins. I'm such a fucking mess. Help me, man. I don't deserve it but please help me."

Bob pushed Randy's head back, wiped the tears from his cheeks and smiled. "Good, now you've got that out of your system let's have another brandy." They sat down again and Bob said, "Apart from the fantastic sex, Randy, what else did Seth tell you?"

"Oh, his life's a fucking mess. He's broke, lives in a shithole, two months behind on the rent, works off and on as a day laborer. And now that he's discovered sex with guys he's got no friends, not much hope and not much future."

"Right," Bob said, "well we can take care of all that. The man is Will's father, Will still loves him deep down, so we should do it for Will. We'll take care of his debts, find him a place to live. I'll talk to Steve about that empty guest house. As for work, you should ask Zack to interview him for a job. If Zack thinks he'll fit he should go work for Zack's side of the company, not for you.

"As for the sex, you're obviously gonna see Seth again. I've never seen you so pumped up about a guy and you can't keep a lid on that. It would only stifle your urges and lead to more trouble. I know you so well, buddy.

"All this could be real complicated but we'll work at it. I think our focus should be on Will. We mustn't screw it up for him. You'll decide when he can finally see his dad again – just keep your dick in your pants when that happens. And sometime soon I'll meet with Seth.

"But there's just one thing I have to be sure of, Randy. I want to hear it again. Are we good? Are you sure you won't leave me?"

Randy grabbed his hands and gazed at him. "I swear to you, Bob. I could never do that. I couldn't live without you, man."

"Good, just so I know. OK, I wanna look in on the twins, and you should come too."

They went down the hall to the guestroom and quietly opened the door. The twins were fast asleep, breathing evenly. Kyle's hands were wrapped round Kevin whose head was resting on his chest.

Randy looked at Bob with tears in his eyes and whispered, "How could I ever leave that, buddy? Never in a million years."

They kissed softly and, although they didn't notice, Kyle opened his eyes briefly, smiled, and went back to sleep with his brother on his arms.

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 438

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