A Trial of Strength

TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 441 By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 441 – "THREE ALPHA MALES & A SPIT ROAST"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

Lust rears its head when Bob meets Seth – so strong it threatens to drive a wedge between Bob and his gypsy lover Randy. Bob first finds solace in the sweet innocence of freckle-faced Will as they make love. But the rough stuff starts when Doc Steve prescribes that Bob and the primitive Seth give in to their lust and fuck – watched by the volatile, fist-swinging Randy. It ends with a savage spit-roast of one of the men.

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Seth had come a long way from being the homophobic, abusive father of his 18-year old son Will. It all changed for him when he met the tribe's leader, the ruggedly handsome gypsy Randy. Randy had beaten him in a fight, then overwhelmed him with his magnetic sexuality and fucked him.

That released Seth's lifelong sexual repression where he had buried his own lust for men, lust that built in intensity as he fucked with other men of the tribe, both as top and bottom. His sexual education climaxed when he spent the night with the co-boss of the tribe's construction company Zack, and the five guys he lived with.

These guys played rough, and in their gym/playroom the macho construction worker suffered mightily to prove he was as tough as any on them – tied up, whipped, fucked in the ass and face. Seth was rewarded by the chance to fuck Zack's lover, the Hispanic muscle-god Miguel.

Up to that point Seth's personal life was a mess too. He worked off and on as a day laborer, lived in a shabby house in a shabby neighborhood and was broke – two months late on the rent.

He had also lost his son Will who had run away to escape his sexual abuse and had ultimately joined the tribe in the prestigious position of the twins' boy. Will was now happily living and working with them as assistant chef.

Randy's lover Bob, the other founder of the tribe, had not yet met Seth but wanted to help him for the sake of his estranged son Will because, he told Randy, "I want him to be proud of his father. Every boy should be proud of his dad." So Bob arranged that Randy's brother Steve would offer to rent the guesthouse on his extensive property to Seth.

He also suggested to Randy that Seth should apply for a job on the construction site, working for co-manager Zack. When Seth went for the job interview Zack's gut instinct told him he would fit in well. To make sure he invited him to stay the evening with him and his guys, which is how he wound up being initiated in a savage trial of strength.

The guys were in awe that Seth had endured everything they could throw at him and emerged triumphant. "Fuck, man," Zack said, "that was one hell of an initiation – the job's yours. Stay the night in our guestroom and go see Brandon as soon as he opens the office in the morning so he can put you on the payroll. Damn, you sure showed us what a tough son-of-a-bitch asshole mother-fucker you really are."

"Thanks Zack," Seth grinned. "I'll take that as a compliment."

As soon as Seth's head hit the pillow he fell into a deep sleep crowded with homoerotic dreams. Next morning he woke early, not sure for a moment where he was. Then last evening's events all came crashing back and he needed to clear his head. The rest of the house was quiet so he pulled on his shorts, went quietly downstairs and out into the garden.

In the pale dawn light he sat on a garden bench to collect his thoughts. His life seemed to be turning around – new house, new job, new buddies, but one thing disturbed him about this group of guys. They were all so fucking hot and sexy.

This was all new to him, he was like a kid in a candy store – eye candy. And it scared him. He thought back over the guys he had met so far. He had already lost his mind over Randy, then drooled over Lloyd and Tommy. Hell, one look at that Marine Hassan and he was on his knees sucking his dick.

And last night he had lusted for the hot Hispanic Miguel. If his lover Zack hadn't been so cool about the whole thing he could have stirred up a mess of trouble. Have to be careful, he told himself. Don't fall for every hot guy you see. They've all got lovers, it could get real nasty.

In the distance he heard the sound of water. He walked toward the sound and realized it was coming from the pool. As he came close the noise stopped, hands appeared over the edge and a man pulled himself out of the pool. He stood there naked, water streaming down his face and muscular body – probably the most beautiful man Seth had ever seen.

The guy looked surprised to see him, then smiled. "You're Seth, of course. We haven't met, but I'm Bob."

"Yeah ... yeah, of course you are."

"I, er, I often have an early swim before breakfast." He held out his hand and Bob found himself staring into a pair of magnetic pale blue eyes, the kind that drew you in – just like Randy's.

Their cocks swelled and in the embarrassed silence Seth gazed slack-jawed at the stunning man. He stammered, "Er I should be getting back to Zack and ... and the other guys upstairs."

"Yeah, of course. And I gotta get back to Randy. Er, good to meet you, Seth."

"Likewise." They smiled awkwardly, then turned away and Seth stumbled toward the house muttering, "Damn ... damn."

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Seth staggered up the stairs and ran straight into Zack coming out of his bedroom butt naked carrying his boxers. "Hey, buddy, up so early? Where you been? You look kinda dazed, like someone hit you in the face."

"In a way they did, Zack."

Zack pulled on his shorts. "Let's go to the kitchen. The boys have brewed coffee already."

He poured them both a cup and they sat facing each other across the kitchen table. "I, er, I woke early and went down to the garden to clear my head. Things have happened so fast recently – good things mostly – and I wanted to get my thoughts straight."

"Good idea. Must be a confusing time for you, dude. So why the deer-in-headlights look?"

"I er, heard water splashing and went over to the pool. A guy pulled himself out and stood there ... Jesus Christ."

"Not exactly," Zack grinned, "but close. Must've been Bob. He usually goes for an early morning swim." He chuckled, "Helps to wash off the cum after Randy's blown his wad all over him. One thing in the morning that's as certain as sunrise – Bob and Randy fuck."

"But he's ... Bob is ..."

"I know," Zack chuckled, "in a class by himself. One of the most gorgeous fucking guys you'll ever meet. He's a buttoned up business executive like Clark Kent but when the clothes come off it's the second coming of Superman – minus the cape and tights. And he's beautiful inside and out – universally loved by everyone. Guys always say that Bob's the brains of the outfit and Randy's the brawn.

"But make no mistake. Bob may have that cool, preppy look, but he can be as tough as they come. Hell, he tamed Randy. Randy may think he owns Bob but all Bob has to do is flash that smile and Randy comes crawling. Whenever Randy growls a surly `Fuck you, man,' to Bob you know Bob just won the argument.

"And who do you think set the ball rolling for you, Seth? Bob called Steve about renting his guesthouse to you, then asked me if I would interview you. He said he was doing it all for young Will so the boy could be proud of you. That's the kind of guy Bob is.

"Anyway, you met Bob at last, so what's your problem, dude?"

"Zack, while I was sitting out there I was wondering how I'm gonna cope with the fact that there are so many good-looking sexy men around here. I mean, I'm new to all this, Zack. I buried my sex drive for all these years and suddenly I'm surrounded by so many hot men I've got a permanent boner and I wanna fuck `em all."

"I hear ya, Seth – like a kid in an eye-candy store. What you are is a late-blooming teenager. He suddenly discovers sex and wants to fuck with everyone he sees. Falls in love with most of them too, or so he thinks."

Seth shrugged. "Yeah, that's just what I was thinking down in the garden. When I met Randy and he fucked me I was in lust or love – some damn thing? We spent a whole afternoon fucking and that caused a problem between him and Bob. Then I fucked young Tommy and fell in love with that ass. And just last night I looked into Miguel's eyes and couldn't wait to fuck him. Good thing you didn't go apeshit or we'd still be brawling.

"I'm bad news, Zack. I can't be trusted – can't trust myself. Damn there was a spark between Bob and me, I swear, and if ..."

"Ah, now there I gotta say one thing, buddy – back off. That relationship is tight as a drum. Bob and Randy have a long history and they're still crazy in love. At the start Randy was terrified of losing Bob and took care of it the only way he knew – with force. He went berserk if Bob so much as looked at anyone else, beat him and tied him up.

"They've sorted through all that shit but Randy still feels that he owns Bob. So don't even think of drinking from that pond, buddy, not even a sip. As for the rest of your problem I got two words for you – Doctor Steve. You've already had a couple a' shrink sessions with him and you need more. The doc has seen stuff like this a hundred times and he knows Randy's temper well. Hell, he's his brother and Randy even beat him up at first – until they fucked.

Seth looked startled. "Huh," Zack chuckled, "being family is no impediment to sex round here. It's not as if they're making babies or anything. Randy at first refused to accept that Steve was his brother and to prove it he fucked him and said, `And that ain't exactly what you call brotherly love, asshole.' But, one DNA test later, it turned out it was. Just goes to show."

Seth was trying to wrap his mind around this as Zack stood up and looked out the window. Hey, there's Brandon rolling up the ramp to the office. I fucking love that kid. I'll give him a call and tell him you're on your way to do the paperwork and go on the payroll. After that there's always a buffet breakfast in the garden but I don't think you're ready to meet the rest of the tribe yet so I'll have the boys bring a tray up here for us.

"And then you know what? There's nothing like hard work for clearing the mind, so why don't you drive with me to the site and you can start right away. That'll soak up all those hormones raging inside you."

"Thanks, Zack. I'll do everything you said. Man, you've been real solid. I like to think I can call you my buddy." He held out his hand but Zack grinned, "Round here, Seth, buddies don't shake hands, they do this..." He pulled him into a tight hug, then looked into his eyes. "And even this ..." He kissed him hard on the mouth. "Now get your ass down to see Brandon and get ready for work, dude – your first day on the job."

It was a different scene when Bob went back to his house after his swim and his brief chance encounter with Seth. The usually cool, confident business executive was a mess. Meeting Seth had left him stunned.

He knew as much as anyone about Seth, having talked at length to his son Will, and to the twins. And of course he had discussed Seth with Randy who had fought him, fucked him, and then spent a lost afternoon where they fucked a lot more. That had led to a confrontation between Bob and Randy that Bob had skillfully guided to a peaceful conclusion.

Bob's chief concern was Will who was living happily with them as the twins' boy. It was for Will's sake that he had done so much for Seth, arranging for him to rent Steve's guesthouse and to apply for a job with Zack.

But when Randy had asked when Bob would meet Seth Bob had replied, "Oh not for some time, Randy. It's best I stay in the background for now. I don't want Seth to think I'm manipulating his life. A meeting between us is a big bridge to cross – one we'll cross when we come to it."

Unfortunately that bridge had come just now by accident. And Bob's own reaction scared him. Relaxed after his swim he had found himself face to face with a swarthy, powerfully built man whose resemblance to Randy was striking. He had the same wild look, same strong stubbled jaw, shaggy black hair and, above all, those hypnotic pale blue eyes.

Bob had tensed, as if an electric charge shot through him. He had never had such a stunned reaction to a man since he first met Randy himself. He had had an instant erection that he hid by draping a towel loosely round his waist.

Naturally sociable and polite Bob had greeted Seth with a smile, but a smile that hid the turmoil he felt inside. He saw that Seth had a similarly disturbed reaction, and after a few awkward words he needed to get away. They had parted and now Bob made straight for the bathroom.

He stood in front of the mirror at the sink, seeing not himself but the image of Seth that had transfixed him by the pool. His towel dropped, he grabbed his rigid cock and with a few strokes shot a jet of cum that splashed in the sink and on the bottom of the mirror. He stared at the mirror, willing the image to change back to himself as he got control of his breathing.

When he felt calmer he turned on the tap to wash his semen down the sink and used the towel to clean the mirror. Still gazing at himself he murmured, "Fuck ... fuck." He had to get a grip, to push this out of his mind. He breathed deeply and felt his heartbeat subside. He wiped his cock, relieved that it was now hanging normally between his legs. With one final deep breath he rolled his head to relax his neck, pulled on his boxers ... and went out to the bedroom.

Randy was sitting at Bob's desk looking at the budget for the new project just starting. Without looking up from the files (to Bob's relief) he said, "Man, you did a great job on this budget. It's so clear even I can understand it. I may be great with a pick axe but not so hot with a pen." He raised his head and smiled. "How was the swim?" No reply. "Hey, Earth to Bob. I said how was the swim?"

"What? Oh, er, fine. Swim was fine."

"You OK, buddy? Looks like you're miles away."

"What? Oh, sorry. No, I, er, I was thinking about the budget. I have a bit more work to do on it." They both started to get dressed and Bob said casually, "Looks like Seth stayed the night with Zack and the guys."

Randy grinned. "Thought he might. You know Zack, he likes to get the feel of a guy before hiring him. Probably put him through his paces in that fuck-room of theirs. If he survived that he's hired."

They finished dressing and Bob sat at the desk. Randy bent down and kissed him. "Great fuck this morning, dude – as always. I needed that to get my juices flowing. Wish I had time for a repeat but I gotta go. Big day today."

He was almost to the door when Bob said suddenly, "I, er, I met Seth this morning. He was in the garden when I got out of the pool."

"What? Why didn't you say so, dude? So what d'ya think? Big hunk of a guy, ain't he?"

"Yeah, he is that. But I'm not sure we ..."

"Listen, buddy, I hate to do a fuck-and-run but I gotta get to the site. We'll talk when I get home. Love ya, big guy."

Randy's energy and cheerfulness brought tears to Bob's eyes. He loved him so much but his meeting with Seth had thrown him for a loop and he imagined all kinds of cracks opening in his relationship with Randy. Work, he thought, that would help. He tried to concentrate on the budget but found himself reading the same line of figures over and over again. "Damn," he said out loud. "Get a grip, man."

Bob forced himself to study the budget again and was doing better at last when he heard a soft tap at the door. He frowned. He was in no shape to talk to anyone, but he said, "Come in."

The door opened and in walked Will. "Hello, sir. Sorry to disturb you but could I ask you something?" He pulled off his chef's hat – a sign of respect – and shuffled it nervously from hand to hand.

Obsessed as he currently was with Will's father Bob was hesitant to have a conversation with his son but he said, "Sure Will, what's on your mind?"

"Well, sir, it's about my dad." Bob's heart sank. "See, I been talking to Brandon and he told me my dad has been to the office. Brandon said he couldn't say much `cos those, er, personal file things are ... conferential.

"Personnel files - confidential," Bob murmured distractedly.

"Yeah that's the ones. But he did say that my dad's gonna be living up at Doctor Steve's guest house and he's gonna work for Zack." Will frowned. "I mean, does that mean he's gonna be one of the tribe, sir? I know he gets on real well with Randy but Randy said he wouldn't let Seth hurt me, and I'm real happy with the twins, sir, so I'm just wondering where that leaves me. Do you know what's gonna happen, sir?"

Bob tensed up. "No, I don't know what's gonna happen, Will," he said curtly. "No one knows what's gonna happen, least of all me. And I really don't wanna talk about Seth right now, I'm much too busy."

Startled by Bob's unusually harsh tone Will's face fell. "I ... I'm sorry sir. I was wrong to bother you. I'll go away ... sorry, sir." He put his hat back on, turned and stumbled out of the room."

Bob looked at the closed door, clenched his fists and groaned. "Fuck ... fuck." This was already turning into a real mess and he had just turned away young Will, a confused boy he loved and who needed him. "Fuck!"

When Will got back to the kitchen the twins sensed right away that something was wrong. He didn't say anything – which in itself was unusual as he chatted a lot to them while they worked. And they knew him well enough to see from his stoic expression that he was holding back his feelings.

The twins were cleaning up after the breakfasts and starting early prep for lunch, so Will busied himself loading the dishwasher and wiping down the counters. The twins exchange worried glances and Kevin asked, "You OK, Will? Anything the matter?"

"No, thank you sir. I made a mistake is all. I went to ask Bob something but I barged in when he was busy working and I shouldn't a' done that. No big deal."

But they could see that it was a big deal if Bob had been too busy to speak to Will. They knew how much Bob loved his company. So Kyle slipped quietly out of the kitchen and called Bob on his cellphone. "Sir, sorry to interrupt your work, but did Will do something wrong when he came to see you? He's not saying much but we can see he's upset and blaming himself."

"Oh Kyle no, it's not Will, it's me. Something happened and ... oh God, Will is the last person I would upset, you know that. I'll be right down."

A few minutes later Bob entered the kitchen and Will took a startled step back. Bob sat on a stool, pulled Will down onto the stool facing him and took his hands. "Will, just now I was very rude to you and sent you away. I always promised that if you had any questions or problems you could always come to me – and I just broke that promise. I apologize ... my behavior to you was unforgiveable.

"Guys," he said to the twins, "I want you to know that Will did nothing wrong. I was in the wrong, completely. Do you think you could spare him for a while? I'd like to talk to Will privately, preferably in his room."

"Of course, sir," Kyle said. "Take as long as you want."

Bob followed Will up to his room where Will sat on his bed, still wearing his apron and chef's hat, and Bob sat facing him. "Will, guys sometimes get so wrapped up in their own troubles that they don't have time for other guys and brush them off. That's what just happened in my room and I'm truly sorry. Are we OK still?"

Will smiled and blushed a little. "You're always OK with me, sir, `cos I love you. It wasn't important anyway."

"Yes it was, Will, it was about your dad and his future with the tribe and how it will affect you. I should have kept you up to date on that – another mistake I made. First, I wanna make absolutely clear to you that your position here is rock solid. Nothing will ever take you away from the twins and Randy and me because we all love you.

"As for your dad, yes he is going to live up at Steve's guesthouse and yes, Zack has hired him full time on the construction site. Seth is your father and Randy has taken a liking to him so yes, I imagine he will become part of the tribe. As for your troubled relationship with Seth, Randy will take care of that. He will only let Seth meet with you when he thinks Seth is good and ready, and he will be at the first meeting. Does all that sound OK to you?"

"Yes thank you, sir. Thank you for telling me. That's all I really needed to know."

The question that hung in the air was why Bob hadn't simply told him all that instead of snapping at him and brushing him off so rudely. Bob looked at Will who was blinking expectantly behind his glasses, and he came to a decision.

"Will, you're a grown up now and I've been impressed by how bright you are with a lot of plain commons sense. You got your head screwed on right, kiddo. So I'm gonna confide in you. And what I tell you must be just between us two for now, OK?"

"Of course, sir."

Bob took a deep breath. "Early this morning I took my usual swim and when I got out of the pool I came face to face with your father. He had spent the night up in Zack's apartment and he had come down to the garden for a breather. That's how we met."

"Really, sir?" Will's eyes opened wide. "But that's a good thing ain't it, sir?"

"It should have been, Will, but ... you know how sex has a habit of rearing its head around here."

"Sure I do," Will grinned, then a thought struck him. "Sir ... did you and my dad have sex?"

Bob chuckled. "No, Will, we barely said a few words – but that was enough. See, here's the thing. I instantly felt sexually attracted to Seth – very attracted – instant boner. And I could tell that Seth felt the same about me."

Will let this all sink in. "I can see why my dad turned you on, sir. I mean, he looks a lot like Randy – big, tough, handsome, built like a brick shithouse as Eddie says. And the same blue eyes. I think it's great that you like each other."

"It's more complicated than that, Will. There's such a thing as sexual obsession and Seth and I could fit into that category, the spark between us was so strong. But Randy and I are very much in love, and Randy would get very jealous if I fell in love with another guy."

"Oh yeah, the shit would really hit the fan, sir. I see what you mean." Will frowned, then smiled impishly. "So I came to you for advice and now you're asking me what you should do."

Bob smiled as Will's brow furrowed in thought. "Let's see – what would I do if I was in your place? Well, whenever I have a problem I go straight to the twins, but I see that you can't go blurting this out to Randy, cos he'd prob'ly slug you. He's like that, you know."

Will's face lit up. "But there is someone else I would go to right away – Doctor Steve. See, this is a real can of worms, sir, real complicated, and Doc Steve's good at that stuff. He helped sort me out a couple of times. So that's my advice sir. Hightail it to the doc as soon as you can."

Bob looked at the earnest, freckled face and blinking eyes and his heart melted. "Will, you have such a way of going straight to the heart of a problem and coming up with a solution. Come here." Bob folded his arms round him in a tight hug. "Will, you know how you've told me in the past how something happened that made you scared about your future. Well I'm feeling that way right now – it's hard to shake off."

"No it's not, sir, not really. When I'm feeling that I ask the twins to make love to me. And they always do. I think they enjoy it as much as I do. And it always does the trick." After a long silence Will pulled back and blinked up at Bob. "Sir, would you like to make love to me now?"

As Bob smiled down at the eager young face his confusion and anxiety faded, erased by the innocent simplicity of this boy. "You know, William, I think I would. That's exactly what I need."

"Okey-dokey, sir." Will stood up, untied his apron from behind his neck and waist and folded it over a chair. Matter-of-factly he eased off his sneakers, dropped his shorts, unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off. "With the twins I usually start like this, sir." He knelt down, unzipped Bob's jeans and pulled out his semi-hard cock."

Bob smiled down at him. "Before you start kiddo, did you know you're still wearing your glasses and chef's hat?"

"Sorry, sir, I get so used to wearing them that I didn't take them off when I left the kitchen." Will giggled. "Matter of fact, sir, when I do this with Kyle and Kevin they sometimes tell me to keep them on. Bit kinky don't ya think?"

"Not at all, Will. Actually I'd like that too, so don't take them off." Bob needed to be charmed, amused, loved – and right now he found all those things in Will."

"Okey-dokey, sir. Wow, I always forget what a gorgeous cock you got. He kissed it, licked it and slid his mouth over it. Using the cock-sucking technique that Eddie had taught him Will went to work on Bob's shaft and was rewarded by his groans of pleasure. While he sucked he raised his eyes and saw the ecstatic look on Bob's face, head tilted back, eyes closed.

He briefly pulled his mouth off and said, "Sir, I know you're prob'ly thinking of my dad while I suck you off but that's OK, I don't mind. Whatever makes you feel good, sir."

Bob opened his eyes and looked down at Will as he wrapped his mouth round his cock again. The boy was right, he had been thinking of Seth. Feeling the erotic sensation in his cock had revived the image of Seth by the pool, the rugged musclehunk in just his boxers staring at him out of those pale blue eyes, so like Randy's.

But now as Bob gazed down at Will he felt almost guilty about his sudden lust for a man he had barely met. What Bob wanted right now was this young kid eagerly trying to please him, his eyes wide beneath this black rimmed glasses, his hat pushed back on his head, his shock of curly red hair poking out underneath. And once again Bob let go of those troubled, dangerous feelings for the father and concentrated on the youthful innocence of the son.

Bob had an overwhelming desire to make love to him. He reached down, curled his hands under Will's arms and pulled him to his feet. "Didn't you like it, sir?" Will asked anxiously.

"It was great," Bob smiled. "You must be one of Eddie's best students. But there's something I want more. Would you let me fuck you, Will?"

""Yes please, sir." Will's eyes gleamed. Bob picked him up and laid him gently on his back on the bed. When his head hit the pillow the chef's hat was knocked more askew at a rakish angle making him look even more sexy and loveable.

Bob's cock was still hanging out of his open jeans and Will gazed up in awe as he dropped his jeans and pulled off his white V-neck T-shirt. The naked muscle-god stood by the side of the bed stroking his cock, still wet from Will's saliva. "Sir," Will said breathlessly, "you are so gorgeous ... are you sure you want to fuck me?"

"I prefer to call it making love to you, Will, and yes I want it very much." He reached for a jar of lube by the bed but Will said, "Sir, I know you like just spit with Randy, so I can take it like that."

Bob chuckled, "When I fuck Randy he likes it rough, kiddo, that's his thing. But I want to be gentle with you – no pain at all, OK?" He lubed his cock and knelt on the bed between Will's legs. As he always did with the twins Will slid his heels back and pulled his legs up, offering his ass. Bob leaned forward, braced his hands on the bed and smiled down at him.

"I'm so glad you're here, William. I love you, kiddo." He slid his cock gently into the boy's ass and watched a smile spread slowly over the freckled face. "Aaah, thank you, sir. It feels so good ... you are so beautiful, sir."

As he felt the master's cock slide in and out of him, deeper and deeper, Will reached up and ran his fingers over Bob's square-jawed features, then down his neck, his shoulders and arms and felt his muscles ripple under his hands. His pressed his palms over the solid pecs and dug his fingers into the sinews.

"I love how you make love to me, sir. Does it make you feel better – take your mind off things?"

Will's earnest face made Bob smile – wide eyes blinking behind his glasses, chef's hat perched on his tangle of red hair. "You always make me feel better, Will. Maybe we should stay here all day, hiding from the world and making love, eh?"

Bob gently took off Will's glasses and put them on the bedside table. He bent down and kissed him on the forehead, then the eyes and the lips, locking their mouths in a breath-sharing, tongue-searching kiss. Will suddenly pulled away, gasping, "Sir, that's gonna make me cum."

I we don't want that, William, not just yet. Tell you what's great – let's just stare into each other's eyes while I fuck you slowly – like this." Bob eased the length of his cock almost all the way out, paused, smiled, and pushed gently back in. As he did so he watched Will's face light up until it was glowing with pleasure.

Will gazed into the deep brown eyes and said softly, "It's like I'm inside you, sir ... like, in your head while you're in my butt. Is this how it feels with Randy?"

"Something like this, Will, although we've been doing this for years so it's even more intense. You'll know after you've made love to the twins a thousand times – and you will, you know."

I know, sir. Thousands and thousands. Mmm, it feels so good, sir. He felt he was drowning in Bob's eyes. "Sir, do you think that looking in the eyes of someone you love can make you cum?"

"I know it can. Is that what you want us to do?"

"Yes please, sir."

"I'll take the handsome young chef prisoner, make love to his ass and hypnotize him till he shoots jizz all over himself." He pinned Will's wrists to the bed above his head and stared into his eyes. Will felt as if he and this beautiful man were all alone – alone in their own world. Bob's voice was deep and low. "You're my prisoner, boy, at my mercy and you have to do what I tell you to do."

"Yes, sir," Will said dreamily.

"Feel me inside you, boy. Look at me and see yourself in my eyes – were joined together. Now tell me you love me."

"I love you, sir, I do. I'll do anything for you."

"Good. Now you're going to feel my juice pumping in your ass and when you do you will shoot jizz all over that pretty body. Here it comes, Will. I'm cumming – cumming inside your sweet ass. Aaahh." Bob sighed deeply and Will felt an other-worldly sensation as this gorgeous man's semen flowed in his ass, and his own cock sprayed cum over his chest.

It was hard to tell when his orgasm finally stopped - it was like that wonderful space between dreaming and waking. It was Bob's voice that woke him from the dream and brought him back to the real world. "Will, thank you so much. You were perfect. I was scared and confused but you showed me that if you love someone, and keep on loving them, everything will work out."

"I told you, sir, love conquers all ... the twins taught me that. They used to be scared they would be split up but then they met you and you loved them and ... that was it."

"Hmm, I could stay here all day and listen to you and make love to you, Will."

Will frowned. "Well, as to that, sir, I have to get back to the kitchen. The twins want me to do the casserole for lunch today, sir, so I gotta get going."

"Ah, love and today's casserole – they kind of go together, don't they? Off you go, then, and get cleaned up. Will ran to the bathroom while Bob got dressed, and when he came back he put on his clothes and his glasses and finally his apron.

"Here, mustn't forget this, kiddo." Bob picked the chef's hat up off the bed, planted it on Will's head and pulled it at a jaunty angle. He stood back, appraised the look and smiled, "Perfect, a credit to the twins and the kitchen." Bob kissed him and as Will turned to leave he said, "And don't forget, sir ... Doctor Steve."

"Aye-aye, sir. I'm gonna call him right now." As he watched the boy scamper from the room Bob's eyes misted over. "Thank you for everything William."

Doctor Steve was obviously in for a busy afternoon. He fielded calls from both Seth and Bob in quick succession and made appointments for them almost back to back, with a half hour in between so they wouldn't cross paths. From the little that each man told him on the phone – about the brief meeting by the pool – Steve had a fair idea of the issues involved, which were not entirely unexpected by the doc.

He had counseled many patients who were what he called late bloomers – men who had discovered their attraction to other men later in life, some even after years of marriage. But, as always, he refused to pre-judge the situation. It was his job to listen to the patient carefully and, based on what the patient says, try to steer him in the right direction. Steve was a firm believer that every case is different because every man is different.

He had already conducted a couple of sessions with Seth and, of course, had known and respected Bob for years. The wild card was always Steve's brother Randy, with his volatile nature, quick to anger and swing his fists. And Randy always resisted Steve's advice, unwilling to be directed by his younger brother (if only by a year).

But Steve was intrigued by this potentially explosive triangle and knew he had to do everything possible to prevent a rift between Bob and Randy. When he heard the gate buzzer with the first of the arrivals he took a deep breath. Seth was led in by Tommy as usual, with Seth's eyes focused on his flawless gymnast ass. Even as Tommy left the room Seth's head swiveled and his eyes follow the ass out of the room."

Steve chuckled as they shook hands. "I know, Seth, Tommy can never leave a room without every eye glued to his ass. And you, I understand, got an intimate acquaintance with it.

"If you mean I fucked it, doc, I sure did, and I'm waiting for the chance to do it again. But can we cut to the chase and get right down to why I'm here?"

"Absolutely, Seth. Fire away." So Seth related the details of his first brief meeting with Bob early that morning and the intense sexual reaction of both of them. He explained his fear that with so many great looking guys around he would be falling in lust every time. And the danger was even more acute if he somehow got between Bob and Randy.

"It was Zack who told me to come see you, Steve. I started work with him today but he let me off early to come up here. Zack said I was like a kid in an eye-candy store, like a teenager who discovers sex, wants to fuck everyone he sees and thinks he's in love over and over again."

Steve smiled, "Hell, with a buddy like Zack you don't need me, Seth. Zack pretty much nailed it right there. I've seen that phenomenon time and again and it's our job here to dig a bit deeper into it. Let's see, the first man you fell for was Randy. When you and I met after that I got the impression you would walk over hot coals for him. Do you still feel like that?"

"Well ... well sure, doc, Randy's an amazing guy and I still wanna fuck with him ..."

" ... but since then you discovered the joy of making love to a gorgeous ass like Tommy's. And I hear on the grapevine that only last night you developed a huge crush on Miguel – the man is a total hunk. What I'm getting at, Seth, is that in a way each infatuation is replaced by the next.

"But that's not unusual and, like the kid in the candy story, too much candy makes him lose the sugar rush and he slows down. So it is with sex, where the impulses eventually slow and become less addictive, and the man settles into a more regular sex life and, hopefully, love life.

"But our immediate concern is the situation with you, Bob and Randy, as it has the potential to do a lot of harm. So I have a suggestion. First, how's the move going into my guesthouse?"

"Oh great. I'll be sleeping there tonight. As it's already furnished I'm gonna give my own sticks of furniture to the Goodwill if they want them and I'll only be moving small stuff up here. Matter of fact I brought some with me to take down the path there after our session here."

"Perfect. So go and set the place up. Now, not to panic, but in half an hour Bob has an appointment to see me – evidently about the same issue. So make yourself at home down in the guesthouse and I'll call you after I've seen Bob. Oh, and if Tommy should come down to give you a hand, which he might, try to keep your hands off him this time." Steve grinned. "Not easy, I know. But it's just that I want you good and ready for whatever comes up in here."

Steve's session with Bob was more relaxed. The men were old friends and Bob spoke freely of his feelings for Seth and his fears that they would drive a wedge between himself and Randy.

"I get it, Bob, so here's the deal," Steve said. "Those basic instincts are so strong that the next time you see Seth you are almost certain to have sex. So what I propose is that that should happen right here and now. And ..." he raised his eyebrows, "I'm sticking my neck out here ... I propose that we invite Randy as a witness."

"Wow." Bob said. "Buddy you are sticking your neck out so far you could get it broken – mine too. Not to mention Seth's."

"Bob," Steve grinned, "I've had irate patients before. My brother doesn't scare me." He picked up the phone and punched a number. "Randy, it's Steve. I've just had a session with Seth, followed by one with Bob. There's an issue between the two guys and I think you should be here to help us sort it out." Steve winced and held the phone away from his ear. He shut it off and smiled at Bob. "He'll be here in fifteen minutes – maybe not in the best mood."

While they waited Steve and Bob chatted about other issues in the tribe and Bob told him of his morning encounter with Will. "That kid is amazing," Steve said. "When I've talked to him it's like he's got an old head on young shoulders, even though I'm looking at a freckled face and eyes blinking fast. Boy, did your twins make a right choice there."

It wasn't long before they heard the gate buzzer and seconds later a truck screech to a halt outside. The door flew open and Randy stood there with an anxious Tommy following him. "It's OK, Tommy," Steve said, "we'll take it from here."

"What the fuck's going on here?" Randy barked. "When you told me you'd met Seth, Bob, you said fuck all about you two seeing a shrink. What is this, couple's therapy? You two in love or something. Has he already fucked you?"

"Randy," Steve said calmly, "would you like to sit down and let Bob explain?"

"Fuck you, bro." This was Randy's usual sign of compliance. Steve breathed a sigh of relief as Randy sat down heavily, looking fearsome in his work clothes of dirt-streaked cargo pants and boots and a greasy, sweaty old tank top. He glared at Bob who, in as calm a voice as he could muster, explained what had happened that morning by the pool. As brief as the meeting was they had both felt a sexual charge that shocked them.

"But Randy I swear, Seth went straight back to Zack and no doubt confided in him. I had a long talk with Will, I made love to the boy and it was his idea that I come to see Steve – very good advice as it turns out."

Steve took over, "The thing is, Randy, both men instantly realized the implications of their attraction and, out of deference to you, they both came to me to help them sort this thing out."

"Out of fucking deference to me bullshit," Randy raged. "I tell you this, man, you are not leaving me for that asshole. I'll smash his face so bad you won't want him. Then I'll start on you. You're coming home with me right now if I have to drag you."

"Randy stop being such a dickhead for god's sake and calm down," Steve said. "It was precisely to avoid that bull-headed reaction of yours that Bob didn't talk to you first. If he had, he would probably be tied down to the bed right now and Seth would be lying half dead in an alley.

"Besides, as I recall it was you that spent an entire afternoon fucking with Seth while Bob needed you to help with a crisis at home. Not to mention the three days you once spent fucking Miguel up at the lake when he first came here, ignoring the lover you `can't live without'. No one busted your face for that even though you deserved it. Now will you calm down and listen to my suggestion?"

"Fuck you, man," Randy growled. The reminder of how he had hurt Bob hit home and he became more compliant.

"OK, here's what I think. A sexual attraction like the one Bob and Seth felt cannot be buried. It'll only flare up again later and cause even more trouble. So it should happen in controlled circumstances – right here, in fact. That's why I asked you here, Randy – `out of deference to you' whether you believe it or not.

"Seth is down at the guesthouse settling in and waiting for my call. I suggest that I go down there, run the idea by him and, if he agrees to go along with it, bring him back here."

Randy glared at Bob. "Is that what you want – you want that hunk to fuck you?"

"No, Randy. Whatever happens I will not let him fuck me. But I agree with Steve that Seth and I should get over this ... this lust between us and ... and get together in your presence. Come on, buddy, let's go in the bedroom and wait for Steve and Seth."

Randy frowned petulantly, trying to come up with objections to this crazy plan, but even he saw that, left untreated, the situation could blow out of all proportion and he could even lose Bob. Randy rarely agreed with his brother but thought that this time he actually made some kind of cockamamie sense. Sullenly he murmured, "You sure he's not gonna fuck you?"

"Absolutely not, Randy. I promise."

Randy shuffled to his feet growling, "Fuck you all," and headed for the guestroom.

Bob was sitting on the bed watching Randy pace the room while they waited for Steve and Seth. "Randy, please come and sit here with me." Grudgingly Randy sat next to him without making eye contact and Bob said. "Randy, odd as this whole thing seems, I do think it's for the best. You know better than anyone what happens to hot blooded men when merely looking at each other makes their dicks hard. They can behave kinda crazy."

"Like me and Seth you mean," Randy snapped, "and me and Miguel? Is that what this is, payback time?"

"Randy shut up. Look, I love you, always have since the day we met and always will. I plan on spending the rest of my life with you, whatever you want to do. Please look at me, buddy."

Slowly Randy turned his head and their eyes met. And that did it, as always. As they saw their reflection in each other's eyes it was as if their souls joined and they knew deep down that they would never leave each other. Bob leaned closer and they kissed. And they were still kissing when Steve came in, followed by Seth, who was now wearing unlaced sneakers and cargo shorts with a loose ragged tank-top over his brawny torso.

Randy jumped to his feet, jaw and fists clenched. Reading his body language Steve said, "Guys, I want to remind you all that, strange as it may seem, this is still a therapy session and I'm the doctor in charge. So Randy and I will sit over there in the shadows by the wall. Neither one of us will interrupt." He glared at Randy. "Neither one of us! And you guys will ignore us and more or less pick it up from where you met by the pool. Only this time you won't run away."

Steve grasped Randy's elbow and steered him to a couch by the wall where they sat side by side – Steve with professional calm, Randy tense, as if he was about to rear up and attack.

Bob and Seth stood by the bed staring at each other, just as they had when Bob had pulled himself out of the pool. At that accidental meeting they had looked at each other for only a few seconds but long enough to get erections. Now they had a chance to gaze at each other longer and more intently – and it proved that their earlier instant reaction had been real. Their eyes met and their cocks stiffened.

"Hi again, Seth," Bob said almost shyly."

Seth had not learned subtlety and was less reserved. Like Randy, he never went in for foreplay. "Hey, man ... you're fucking gorgeous." He reached forward and pulled Bob's T-shirt off over his head, stuffed it in his own back pocket and ran his hands over Bob's sculpted chest. "Fucking gorgeous."

Seth dropped to his knees and clumsily pulled open Bob's jeans. He reached inside and pulled out his long rigid cock. "Fuck," Seth growled, opened his mouth wide and lowered it over the shaft. Clumsily he shoved his face down on it until it touched his gag reflexes at the back of his throat. He choked and pulled off. "Fucking huge, man." He sucked it in again and this time moved rhythmically up and down the cock without gagging.

As he sucked he pulled Bob's jeans roughly down from his waist and down his legs. He stopped sucking for a minute and said in his guttural voice, "I want you naked, man." He pulled off Bob's shoes, yanked the jeans off over his feet and tossed them aside. He pulled down Bob's shorts and sat back on his haunches staring up at the naked superman.

"Fuck," he growled, running his hands up Bob's muscled thighs, the slim waist and his ripped abs. Gazing upward he grunted and slapped his palms on the hard slabs of his pecs. It was an almost animalistic reaction, like a chimp in heat slapping another as a feral expression of lust – and Bob found it wildly exciting.

Seth next attacked Bob's balls – licked them, sucked them into his mouth and pulled on them. When he had feasted on them long enough he licked Bob's cock hungrily then pressed against his pubic hair, grinding his face against the wiry pubes.

It was Seth's roughness, his lack of any finesse that excited Bob. Randy had been like this in the savage early days but over the years his rough edges had been smoothed off. He still had his caveman side but Seth's sexuality was almost primitive.

Bob wasn't the only one to be roused. When Randy had first fought and fucked Seth he was impressed by the man's untamed savagery – no subtlety or restraint. He dived right in and fucked – Randy's kind of man. And now, as he watched him work on Bob Randy was straining at the leash, but Steve held his wrist and murmured, "Down tiger."

Bob grabbed Seth's shaggy hair, pulled his head back and stared down at the wild face. "Eat that fucking cock, man." He rammed his cock down his throat and watched it piston in the heavily stubbled face as tears streamed from Seth's eyes and down his cheeks.

It wasn't long before Bob was so stoked he was about to shoot his load down Seth's throat when Seth abruptly pulled back, leapt to his feet and ripped off his clothes. He threw himself naked on the bed, lay on his back and stared up at Bob, his eyes gleaming. "Fuck me man. I wanna feel that rod in my ass."

Bob was brought to a fever pitch as he stared down at the rough construction worker, the ultimate alpha stud, now lying naked on the bed, tears fresh on his cheeks, drool running down his sagging jaw – begging to get fucked in the ass. His savagery was contagious and Bob leapt on the bed, knelt between Seth's legs and pushed them back.

He leaned forward and pinned his arms to the bed. "You asked for it, man. This is what I wanted the minute I laid eyes on you. Here it comes mother-fucker – no lube, just your spit on my cock."

"Yeaahh!" Seth's head few back and his muscles flexed as Bob's shaft pierced his ass, then pulled back and slammed in again. He struggled fiercely but Bob had him firmly pinned as he reamed his ass. Seth stared up at the superman body and square-cut features and surrendered his ass to his power and beauty.

"Fuck, yeah." He groaned in a rasping voice. "Man, I jerked off thinking about this – your dick in my ass. Damn you look good. Fuck me man ... hard ... make it hurt."

Again Steve had to restrain Randy from leaping off the couch, his reaction was so intense. If it had been the other way round, Seth fucking Bob, wild horses could not have held him back. But watching Bob ferociously jackhammer Seth roused conflicting emotions. He was jealous of them both. He wanted to be Bob, pile-driving the stud's ass. But he also wanted to be Seth, on his back looking up at Bob, muscles flexed as his cock pistoned inside him.

The brutal fuck went on and on, the room echoing with Seth's howls and obscenities as he begged for more. You sexy son of a bitch ... hot mother-fucker ... give it to me, man ... I fucking love it ... I love you, man. I fucking love you."

Those last words hung heavy in the air and this time there was no stopping Randy as he leapt to his feet and launched himself across the room ... "No!"

Randy stood by the bed, breath heaving, eyes blazing, and his lust spilled over. He bent down, grabbed Bob's head and kissed him savagely, their mouths grinding together. Then he dropped to his knees by the bed, turned his burning eyes on Seth ... and locked his mouth over his, cutting off his air, stifling him. Long seconds later he rescued him by breathing hard into him, so Seth depended on Randy for his breath of life while his lover pounded his ass.

Surrendering himself to both men Seth was drifting into a world of pure lust when suddenly Randy pulled off his mouth and left him gasping. He stared at Seth and growled, "This is my show now ... I'm in charge, you get it?"

"I get it, man." Randy looked up at Bob. "You too?" Bob nodded with a slight smile of recognition. Randy was back, the man of action – never a passive spectator for long. Bob pulled back, knelt up straight and held Seth's legs up as he continued ploughing his ass.

"Right, first things first." Randy leaned down again but this time over Seth's cock. He jammed his mouth over it and took the long shaft all the way down his throat. Seth gasped, staring at the two lovers – the muscle-god fucking his ass, the dark gypsy pounding his cock, his shaggy black hair falling over his face as he sucked feverishly.

Seth was being driven toward his climax but he was desperate not to cum too soon. He took a handful of Randy's hair and tried to pull him off but Randy grabbed his wrist in a viselike grip and pinned it to the bed, never missing a beat, his head pounding up and down over his cock.

"No!" Seth yelled. "Pull off, man, you're gonna make me cum ... fuck you man ... aaagh!"

His cock shuddered and blasted jizz in Randy's mouth. Randy didn't swallow but pulled off and clamped his mouth over Seth's making him drink his own cum. Then he pulled back and spat the rest of the jizz in his gasping face.

But Randy wasn't finished. He stood up, pulled Bob off Seth and onto his feet. He grabbed Seth's arm, pulled him off the bed and forced him to kneel on the floor facing the floor-length mirror. "Hands and knees, buddy," he ordered. Seth obeyed and looked at himself in the mirror, on all fours with Bob standing beside him, Randy pacing round them.

Randy stared at Bob. "Fuck him again. That's what you both want, right? So fuck him."

Bob obediently knelt behind Seth, put his hands on his ass and pulled it back onto his cock that slid smoothly back in, all the way down. Seth looked up at Randy in the mirror.

"Look at the man fucking your ass, stud," Randy growled. "Spectacular ain't he? The man you wanted so bad you kept jacking off. That's my man, Seth ... mine! And I'll let him fuck you whenever he likes. And maybe I'll even let you fuck his ass. That is what you want, eh?"

"You know I do, man."

"But first we're gonna make you cum again, me and my buddy together."

"Dude, I just shot a massive load. I don't think ..."

"Shut the fuck up, man. I can make you do anything." Randy pulled off his tank-top and yanked his huge cock out of his pants. He knelt before Seth, grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. His stubbled face stared up at him, splashed with tears, sweat, and Randy's cum. "Open up, big guy." His jaw sagged open and Randy drove his cock in deep.

It was an initiation of sorts, the macho wildman getting spit-roasted by the tribe's bosses, lovers double teaming him, one fucking his ass, the other his mouth. Randy looked across at Bob and grinned. "Fuck him, man, hard as you like. It's what we always do, buddy – share everything."

Well maybe not always, Steve grinned to himself as he watched from the couch. He was pleased with the way things had turned out and had to admit they made a spectacular sight, the naked construction worker getting butt-fucked by the superman and face-fucked by his gypsy lover. Steve accepted that Randy was in charge now and, no longer the therapist, the doc pulled out his own cock and stroked it as he watched.

Pounded at both ends Seth was nearing exhaustion but knew it would not be over until he shot a second load – if he could. Bob looked across at Randy. "Time we finished him off, buddy."

"No problem," Randy grinned. "Just fuck his ass, I'll do the rest." Randy pounded Seth's face. "Now you're gonna drink my jizz, man `cos I'm gonna empty my load in your mouth. Here it comes, stud. Swallow hard."

One last deep thrust did it and Seth found himself choking on the bitter-sweet juice pouring down his throat. He gulped down as much as he could, then Randy, grabbed his hair, pulled his face off his cock and kissed him, sharing semen as they had before. When their mouths finally separated Seth groaned, "I didn't cum, man ... it's too soon, I ..."

"No sweat, Seth. I'll take care of that." Randy knelt lower on his haunches so their faces were level and the two pairs of pale blue eyes met. "Yeah, same eyes, buddy. We're so fucking alike ... and now you're getting fucked by the man I love." Seth felt himself drowning in the gypsy's eyes, mesmerized by his own reflection in eyes that matched his.

He heard the hypnotic voice. "You feel it, Seth? Your ass is impaled on that beautiful man's shaft, and he's real close to shooting inside you. It's what you want, don't you? Remember when you saw Bob naked, that stunning body streaming with water from the pool? You wanted his cock inside you then. You love him, don't you Seth?"

"I do. I love him and I want him to cum in my ass. Help me, Randy."

"I'll take care of you, Seth, and I'll even let you fuck Bob's ass. Imagine him naked on the bed. You're looking down at him waiting for you ... waiting for your cock to enter him. Imagine how it feels, sinking your cock deep in that beautiful man's ass." Randy reached under Seth and stroked his cock.

"You claw at those hard pecs as your cock swells in his ass. And that handsome face looks up at you and begs you to pump your load in his ass. Can you feel it ...?"

"Yeah," Seth groaned hoarsely. "Man his ass feels so good round my cock ... it's gonna make me cum ... fuck yeah ..." He heard Bob howl, "I'm gonna cum in your ass, Seth ... aaagh!"

They yelled together as their cocks erupted together, Bob deep in Seth's ass, and Seth ... well, all over the floor actually, though it sure felt like he had emptied his cock in Bob's ass.

A short while later the four men were relaxing by Steve's pool over drinks. Seth was still dazed, not quite sure what had happened, only that he felt real good in the company of the two extraordinary lovers, Randy and Bob. Steve gave a short de-briefing after his `therapy'.

"A lot to take in guys, I know, and I think you did great, though there's still a ways to go."

"You know, brother," Randy grinned, "for a fancy overpriced Beverly Hills doc you're not half bad at this racket. You make a pretty good shrink."

"Thank you Randy. I could make a pretty good brother too if you'd give me half a chance."

"OK, OK, we'll fuck again soon, you and me, that's a promise."

"Talking of fucking, Randy, when you took charge you sorted things out and left everyone feeling pretty good – drained dry too. You might make a decent shrink yourself in your weird caveman way"

"Weird? You're a fine one to call anyone weird, bro. Yeah, we definitely have to fuck."

Amid the laughter Steve said, "OK, guys, here's what I would recommend for right now, and for the rest of the day. Seth, this is your first night sleeping in the guesthouse here so I would love you to join Lloyd, Tommy and me for dinner. When Hassan lived in that house he used to eat a lot of meals with us, and I hope you'll develop the habit too.

Seth thanked him, then Steve turned to Bob and Randy. "As for you two, I think it would be a good idea for you to invite Mark and Jamie to your house this evening for dinner. I know you have a close three-way relationship with that hot cop so it's only right you should fill him in on what happened here. Maybe one day soon introduce Seth to Mark and Jamie? Who knows?

"'Course, you'll have to find someone to cook dinner for you."

"No problem there," Bob smiled. "I know just the boy. Will can cook for us while the twins do dinner for the main house, then come up and join us."

"And talking of Will," Steve said. "Seth, it's time for you to sort out your relationship with your son. He gets around a lot with his catering gigs, so now you're living here we should avoid any uncomfortable accidental meetings with him before things are settled."

"Yeah," Randy said, "well I'll be in charge of that. I promised to protect the kid and I'll take good care of him when the meeting finally happens."

Bob said, "That's good to hear, Randy, and I'm sure Seth's on board with that as you two now see eye to eye – in more ways than one." Bob smiled. "Although, the more I get to know young William, the more I feel sure that the boy can pretty much take care of himself."

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 441

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