A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 521 By Rob Williams
Chapter 521 – "PABLO & HIS BOY GET TOUGH"
IN THIS CHPTER
After subjecting his boy Pablo to humiliating discipline, boss Randy devises a way to restore Pablo's pride. The rugged gypsy submits to the young mechanic in a wildly erotic sexual role-reversal. Meanwhile, Randy's lover Bob shares his bed with Pablo's boy Tyler. Under Tyler's youthful shyness Bob discovers a sexy young jock waiting to assert his own strong sexuality, just like his master Pablo. ___________________________________________________________________
<><> IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER <><>
Pablo's angry flare-up had rocked the tribe.
The handsome young mechanic, the adopted son of boss Randy, had behaved worse than ever before in this latest arrogant outburst, where he managed to insult his young assistant Ben, the office-boy Ryan and the freckle-faced young chef Will. And worse, he had flung ugly accusations at Will's dad Seth.
When Pablo confessed to his dad Randy, the rugged gypsy reacted with icy contempt for the boy. Randy himself was prone to anger, but mistreating any of the boys really enraged him as he himself loved and protected all the boys. Pablo expected a whipping and brutal fuck, but instead Randy subjected him to a worse punishment – the agonizing pain of humiliation.
Randy withdrew his love and support from his boy. He scornfully turned his back on him and forced Pablo to watch as Randy had passionate sex with his lover Bob. Pablo worshipped Randy, and he would normally have been the recipient of the big gypsy's affection and lust, so his humiliation now reduced him to tears of frustration.
His indignity deepened when Bob, the tribe's co-leader, devised a plan where Pablo would work for the two boys he had trash-talked. The first day he was forced to take orders from young Ryan in the office, and on the second day from the assistant chef Will in the kitchen.
At first he found the experience humbling, but gradually he grew to appreciate the boys' hard work and their importance to the tribe. He realized that the tribe consisted of one big mutually supportive team, where he, as chief mechanic, was just one cog in the wheel.
The final humiliation came when he had to take the crew's lunches to the construction site, and Will had insisted Pablo wear an apron handling food. Randy finally managed an amused smile when he saw him. "Did Will tell you to wear that apron? Huh, he never wears an apron when he delivers food. I think he's doing a number on you, boy." But Randy's smile was worth all the pain and humiliation. Maybe, just maybe, Pablo thought, it was the light at the end of the tunnel.
When it was time to cook dinner Bob cheerfully joined Will and Pablo in the kitchen, and when they served it up, all three took the traditional chefs' bow. To deafening applause Bob kissed Will, then turned to Pablo. "Well done, Pablo," he said, and kissed him full on the lips.
Bob's kiss was a sign to the whole tribe that Pablo had his approval, and this sorry chapter was coming to a close. Actual forgiveness was up to Randy, but Bob's embrace had set the course.
But during dinner Pablo was still on tenterhooks and glanced furtively at Randy wondering how his dad would treat him now, after he had served his penance. Signs were pointing in the right direction, but Randy always had the last word, and he could be unpredictable.
After dinner, when Pablo was helping Will clean up the kitchen the phone rang – it was Bob. Will answered, then said to Pablo, "Bob said Randy wants to see you over at their house. And Pablo, I want to thank you for your help today and ... and to say that I never stopped loving you. No matter what happens, you've always been one of my heroes."
Pablo wrapped his arms tight round Will. "Thanks for saying that Will. It means a lot."
Pablo went over to Randy and Bob's house – the Boss House – and when he went upstairs he was surprised to see Bob standing with Pablo's boy Tyler, who was beaming. "Sir, Bob has asked me to spend the night with him. Is it OK? Can I?"
Pablo said, "Of course, kiddo, if that's what you want – and who wouldn't?" he grinned. "But ..."
"But where's Randy?" Bob smiled. "You'll find him in the guestroom."
This was it. Trembling now Pablo went down the hall to the guestroom, knocked and went in. He stood rooted to the spot staring at Randy, who was lying on his back on the bed. He was buck naked, his arms bent, hands linked behind his head.
"Hey, kid. Well don't just stand there. Take your clothes off – real slow. I wanna watch."
========= CHAPTER 521 =========
<><> PABLO PUTS ON A SHOW <><>
Pablo was surprised to see Randy lying naked on his back on the bed, and felt relieved by his order for him to get naked.
Up to now his dad had treated him coldly, had turned his back on him, but now he apparently wanted him – at least as a sexual turn on. Pablo didn't know how far Randy's desire went but he was eager to appear as sexy as possible and excite the big gypsy's lust, an art he had perfected long ago.
He was wearing what young Eddie laughingly called his `butch look' – jeans, boots and a sleeveless denim shirt over a white T-shirt. First, he slowly unbuttoned the shirt and let it hang open over the T-shirt that stretched tightly over his bulging pecs. He saw Randy's hand slide down to his cock and stroke it idly.
Pablo turned round, his back to Randy, knowing that the tail of the shirt hung down over his ass. He shrugged the shirt back on his shoulders and let it drop to reveal his butt. Randy's gaze zeroed in on the prefect ass that had driven him wild since the first day they met. His tight jeans molded perfectly over round globes and Pablo reached behind him and ran his hands over them. He heard Randy's low moan from the bed and knew he was having the desired effect.
He turned around and faced Randy, his thumbs in his waistband. It was the macho image of a young muscle stud, arms flexing under the short sleeves of his T-shirt that clung to his torso, the slabs of his pecs and ridges of his abs clearly etched underneath. "Fuck," Randy growled softly. Pablo paced round the bed, just as Randy had earlier when it was Bob lying naked on the bed.
He ended up standing at the foot of the bed. He reached both hands behind his neck, grabbed his T-shirt and slowly pulled it up. The shirt pulled clear of his waistband and rose up over his ripped washboard abs. Randy stroked his cock faster as he watched the shirt rise up clear of his solid pecs and then off over his head. He tossed it down on the bed beside Randy with a hint of arrogance that he knew turned his dad on.
"Fuck," Randy breathed again. This was one of his favorite images of the macho young mechanic stripped to the waist, his tight, beltless jeans clinging to his slim waist, to his muscled thighs and the bulge at his crotch. Randy's eyes ran all the way up from the bulge, over the long sexy waist, the washboard abs, the cleft between his pecs, up to his face and its chiseled Mestizo features, high cheekbones with slightly slanted brown eyes and jet-black hair that flopped over his high forehead.
This was how Pablo always worked repairing trucks on the construction site, sometimes bending over a truck's open hood, showing off his ass, then straightening up and wiping the sweat from his face with the greasy back of his hand. Many times Randy had watched from the window of his trailer office on the site, and had ripped open his pants, pulled out his cock and jerked off, spraying jizz all over the window, and wiping it off before any of the guys noticed.
And now here was that same stud mechanic facing him – no grease this time but beads of sweat starting to run down the deep cleft of his pecs as the bulge in his jeans grew bigger. When Pablo casually grabbed his bulge Randy groaned, "Fucking hell, man. Shit, that's hot. I wanna see that ass man."
Pablo took that as an order from the boss, and turned his back to him again. He bent low to unlace his work-boots, making the denim of his jeans stretch tight over his ass. He pulled off his boots and socks, then turned and tossed the socks to Randy, who pressed them to his nose, then bit into them and inhaled the smell and taste.
There he stood, shirtless and barefoot in jeans. He waited, teasing his master who growled, "Don't fuck with me, boy. You know what I want."
"Yes, sir. You want my ass."
"Damn straight I do. Don't turn round again. I can see your butt in the wall mirror behind you."
Pablo's brown Mestizo eyes stared at Randy as he slowly unbuttoned his jeans, then slid his hands under the waistband and pushed them down slowly. Randy stroked his own cock faster as he looked in the wall mirror and saw the top of the jeans slide down from his waist. He saw the top curve of his ass exposed, then the rise-up and slope-down until the full ass was bare, the perfect white globes contrasting with the tan-lines at top and bottom.
"Holy fucking shit," Randy breathed, pounding his cock now, eyes riveted on the perfect ass in the mirror, then on the ripped body, the long cock swinging between his muscled thighs. "Show off that body, man. Turn me the fuck on, dude."
There was a glimmer of a roguish smile on Pablo's face as he raised bent arms and flexed his biceps in a classic bodybuilder pose. He kissed his pecs, then went through more of the posing routine. He pressed his fists into his waist and flared his lats ... he grabbed his opposite wrist and flexed his bent arm, his shoulders and rock-hard pecs.
Finally he relaxed and stroked his semi-hard dick until it stood out proud and erect as a flagpole. He stroked it faster but Randy panted, "Don't you dare shoot boy. I've got plans for you. Damn you're a sexy fucking son- of-a-bitch."
The swarthy, muscular gypsy was pounding his cock in his fist in a frenzy of lust. "You're driving me wild, boy... Fuck you're gonna make me bust my load ... I'm real close ... I'm gonna cum ... fuck ... fuck ... yeahhh!" The gypsy roared as his cock exploded in a stream of juice that splashed down on his heaving chest, followed by another spurt, and another until his abs, pecs and even his face were smothered in semen.
Randy stared at the hot, naked mechanic and, as his breathing subsided, he said in his deep, guttural voice. "You're not my boy anymore, stud ..." Pablo felt a stab of panic.
"... you're my man!"
<><> THE BOSS EATS IT <><>
"Thank you, sir." Pablo clasped his hands behind his back and bowed his head submissively.
"No – not that," Randy said. "Look up, be proud, clench your fists." Pablo obeyed, making direct eye contact, arms straight at his sides, fists clenched.
"That's better. I wanna tell you something, man. When I treated you with contempt and made you suffer watching Bob and me make love, it was just as painful for me as it was for you. I love you, boy, and it was hard to turn my back on you, but I had to punish you for what you did. And you took that punishment like a man.
"And Bob came up with an even better way of testing you, making you take orders from two junior boys, Ryan and Will, working as their assistant. I'll tell you this, it takes a real man to suffer humiliation like that without resisting or complaining. Bob was real proud of you, told me he had found new respect for you – and if Bob says that, it's good enough for me.
"Pablo, I realize that kind of submission went against every fiber of your being as a tough, dominant young buck. But you came through like a champ. It was Bob's intention to teach as well as punish you, and he tells me you learned a lot about the tribe and your place in it – a cog in a much bigger wheel, as we all are."
"Even you, sir?"
"Yeah, especially me. I may be the big bad boss, throwing my orders around, but without our team – the construction crew, the men and boys, and guys like you – to back me up I'd be nothing – still a wandering gypsy looking for work."
Pablo smiled, and his love and respect for this incredible man took another leap.
"OK, so what comes next, boy? We've spent the last few days tearing you down, it's time to build you back up, restore your self-respect as the dominant stud you really are. And there's one sure way to do that. Come over here."
Pablo went and stood by the side of the bed and Randy looked up at him, buck naked, muscles flexed, a resolute look on his chiseled Mestizo features, tousled black hair falling over his forehead. And his cock was still hard as a rock.
"Man, you're fucking gorgeous. I knew I wanted you that first day we met when I rescued you from that gang in the desert. You were just a kid and when you got behind me on the bike I asked if you could hold on tight. I'll never forget what you said. "Sir, I'll hold on tight to you for as long as you want."
"And I'm still holding on tight, sir," Pablo grinned.
"Yeah but you're not a kid anymore, dude, far from it. And that hunk a' meat you got there ain't a kid's cock neither. Like I said, stud, you're all man."
Randy propped himself on one elbow, reached across with his free hand and grabbed Pablo's cock. He leaned further, and wrapped his mouth round the cock, letting it slide all the way down his throat."
Pablo was so stunned that for a moment his cock softened. But when he looked down at the swarthy, gypsy face with its stubbled jaw, his mouth clenched round his cock, all his natural dominance surged through him and his body caught fire. Impulsively he grabbed Randy's long black hair and pulled his face down harder on his cock.
"That's it, man," Pablo growled, "let's see the boss eat his man's dick. You broke me down, dude ... now it's my turn."
Randy loved hearing his boy's confidence rearing up again and he swallowed the cock whole, letting the young mechanic yank his face down and up, driving the shaft in deeper each time. Pablo knew there was no way he could face-fuck a submission out of Randy. The rugged gypsy could absorb anything, even a savage face-poinding, so Pablo contented himself with the erotic role-reversal sensation of sliding his rod into the mouth of the man he idolized.
In fact, the image of the alpha top-man sucking dick was so pornographic that it was Pablo himself who was on the verge of submission by shooting his load down his throat. When he pulled out abruptly to avoid that, Randy smiled. "Can't take anymore, eh stud? But damn, I love the taste of my man's cock."
He licked Pablo's balls, then pulled first one then the other into his mouth, pursed his lips round the scrotum and pulled. "Aaagh!" Pablo yelled. "You're crushing my nuts, man. Fuck you, man. No ... you're killing me. Stop ... OK, I submit ... I submit."
Instantly Randy released his balls and laughed. "Godammit, you're tough, but now I know how to get a quick submission from you – go for the nuts. But it turns me on good to see you on top, dude, so take it all the way. Let me see what you got, man."
<><> THIS IS FOR YOU, DAD <><>
Pablo's self-confidence came flooding back as Randy launched the challenge – and he knew exactly what he had to do. He was already naked, his cock was already wet, and the boss was on his back on the bed ... waiting.
Assuming the role, and the position, that Randy always took, the fired-up Mestizo knelt on the bed between Randy's legs and pushed them up high. He leaned into the legs and wrapped his arms round them, so his stiff cock was only inches from the gypsy's hairy ass. "You say you wanna see what I got?"
"Aaagh!" Randy roared as Pablo plunged his cock deep inside his ass in one penetrating stroke. "That's what I got, man, and there's more where that came from." He pulled back, paused, then buried his cock deep inside again. After a few more powerful strokes the gypsy's face was thrashing from side to side on the bed, his long black hair whipping across his face. In a defensive move Randy hammered his fists against Pablo's, a savage pec-punching to match the savage fuck.
The two muscular men, father and son, pounded each other until Pablo suddenly stopped and stared down at the grimacing face. After he caught his breath he said, "I've got it in me to torture that ass, and you know it, man. But in the last few days I learned what it takes to make a man – and it ain't necessarily a brutal butt-fuck, throwing a punch, or even my perfect forearm smash to the gut. A real man can dominate a guy in a whole different way – by making love to him as I saw you and Bob do. You two making love is a kind of passionate dominance – of each other."
"You got that in you too, boy?"
"I think so, sir. Let's find out." Pablo leaned forward and rested his palms on Randy's chest. His hips pulled slowly back, his cock slid almost all the way out, then eased back in, tenderly this time as their eyes bored into each other."
"Fuck," Randy groaned. "That is intense, man. God, you feel good in my ass." He reached up and ran his hands over the muscular contours of Pablo's chest, his abs, shoulders and arms, savoring the feel of the solid flesh that flexed under his touch while he slowly massaged his ass.
Using the skills Randy had taught him Pablo toyed with his ass. He drove in deep, then slowly withdrew, but paused. He pulled almost out, making Randy plead, "No, don't stop ... please, man ... fuck me ... don't stop." Randy moaned with relief as the cock slid in again, deeper and deeper each time. Pablo grinned his crooked grin. "See? I learned from the best – my dad."
The bond between father and son, which had been stretched to the breaking point in the last few days, was finally mending in this most intense union of men – not only physical but an emotional male bonding as the boy topped the man. Pablo had sought a way to repair the damage he had caused – and now Randy was offering that way to him.
The homoerotic display of love and lust went on and on until both men knew they were reaching their climax. Randy dug the fingers of one hand into Pablo's chest while his other hand stroked his cock faster. Pablo waited for just the right moment. They had talked of the mystical union between Bob and Randy and, while Pablo knew he could never match that, he wanted to feel closer to Randy than ever before.
Copying what he had seen Randy do with Bob, Pablo grabbed Randy's wrists and pinned them to the bed level with his face. Still massaging his ass gently he gazed down at Randy's iceberg blue eyes. Randy looked up at the brown, slanted Mestizo eyes and saw deeper into his boy than ever. He saw the strength, the youthful conflict and the passion that combined to create the complex young man that he loved. And he saw him smile that sexy crooked smile.
"This is for you, dad. I'm sorry for what I put you through, I promise to do better and make you proud of me." He grinned, "So, you gorgeous sexy mother-fucker. This is for you ..."
He pulled his cock all the way out, stared into the pale blue eyes ... and drove his cock back in his ass in one deep powerful plunge that made the dark gypsy howl and made his cock rear up in an explosive orgasm that splashed cum all over his heaving body. His ass muscles contracted round Pablo's swollen cock that unloaded a blast of semen deep inside it.
And in that dramatic man-on-man climax the chastened boy had reasserted his masculinity and regained the respect of his hero.
<><> THOSE BOYS ARE LIKE GOLD <><>
A few minutes later they lay propped on one elbow gazing at each other. "I meant it, sir. I'll make you proud of me again."
"I know you will, dude. What hurt me most was the way you treated those kids. Not the kids, Pablo, they're like gold. They look up to us, and we have to earn their love. That's what makes us men."
"I know how you love and nurture the boys, sir. And I really think this last mess I made has changed me – I feel different, mostly toward those boys I used to dismiss so scathingly, thinking the chief mechanic and `boss's boy' was way above them all. I've seen how they live and work, and how they think. And I think I better understand the love you have for them. I'll try to be more like you."
"But like I said before, Pablo, I don't want you to become a clone of me. God knows there are things about me no one should copy. You gotta be your own man, dude, `cos I love watching you grow. That boy you've got, that sweet, shy young kid Tyler, idolizes you, it shows in his shining eyes every time he looks at you. And you gotta be worthy of that."
Randy chuckled. "`Course, right now the boy is probably in his own little piece of heaven, wrapped up in Bob's arms. I envy the boy."
"Envy? But you sleep with Bob every night of your life, sir."
"Yeah," Randy grinned. "But I can never get enough of the guy. He's my life and soul."
<><> BOB & TYLER SHARE A BED <><>
Randy was right about Tyler's little slice of heaven. When Bob had asked him to spend the night with him he was nervous and intimidated at first. How can a mere kid ever satisfy a man like Bob, so beautiful, so powerful?
But Bob had a knack of putting nervous young guys instantly at their ease – it was something in the tone of voice, and in those deep brown eyes. "Randy and Pablo have a lot of fences to mend," he told Tyler. "It's almost as if they have to rediscover each other, and I have a strong feeling that a night together will do the trick.
"In any case," Bob smiled, "you and I have never really had the chance to get to know each other, so a night together could do the trick for us too. Don't worry, we won't do anything you don't want to. We can just fall asleep together if you like – nice and easy."
"That would be great, sir," Tyler smiled shyly. But nice and easy was easier said than done, especially when they got ready for bed.
Bob watched out of the corner of his eye as Tyler hurriedly kicked off his sneakers, pulled off his T-shirt and shorts, got quickly into bed in his boxers briefs, and pulled the sheets up to his chest. Bob prepared to take his clothes off knowing Tyler was watching him.
But he was more subtle than the muscle-flexing show Pablo had put on for Randy. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. He was wearing his usual V-neck white T-shirt underneath, and smart black slacks and loafers with no socks. He walked over to the closet to drape his shirt over a hanger.
Pretending to doze Tyler watched through half-closed eyes as Bob moved about the room, his T-shirt stretched over his muscular torso. Finally, he pulled it off casually over his head and tossed it into the laundry hamper. He walked to the foot of the bed and smiled down at Tyler. You asleep already, Tyler?"
"N ... not quite, sir," he said, opening his eyes and staring at the handsome muscle-god, shirtless in black slacks that hugged his slim waist.
"Would you like some water by the bed?"
"If you're having some, sir, yes please." He watched Bob go into the bathroom and heard water running. His heart was beating so wildly he was afraid Bob would hear it when he came back.
He returned with two glasses of water and placed one on the night-table beside Tyler. As Bob leaned over, Tyler got a close look at his abs and chest and noticed a singled bead of sweat running down between his pecs. There was nothing the boy could do to stop his cock getting hard and he pulled his knees up a little so the tented sheet hid his boner.
Bob walked round the bed to put his own glass on the other side-table, then kicked off his loafers and placed them half under the bed. He suddenly yawned and stretched, making his biceps and shoulders flex as he raised his arms. "I suddenly realize how tired I am, kiddo – it's been a long couple of days. Now let's hope this unhappy saga has run its course."
"Sir, do you think Pablo will be OK?"
Bob sat on the bed beside Tyler and smiled down at him. Tyler, years ago I would ask myself the same question about Randy when he lost his temper, his fists flew and got into a fight with another tough alpha male. But you know, I needn't have worried `cos Randy was a tough nut to break and could always take care of himself. Your guy Pablo has the same toughness as his dad, so I wouldn't worry about him. But it was good of you to show concern for the man you love so much."
He bent down and kissed Tyler lightly on the lips. Tyler pulled his knees back a little higher to disguise his growing boner.
"Anyway, time for bed," Bob said and stood up. Tyler watched him as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off. Now only in white boxer shorts he folded the pants, walked to the closet and put them over a hanger. He casually took off his shorts and flung them in the laundry hamper, then walked back to the bed butt naked, his long cock swinging between his legs.
"You prefer that side of the bed, Tyler?"
"Whatever you like, sir."
"OK by me. I'll climb in behind you." Bob, got into bed and pulled the sheets up to his waist. Tyler lay with his back to him and Bob snuggled up against him and wrapped an arm over him. "Feels good, eh kid?"
"Very good, sir." Tyler could hardly believe he was in bed with this handsome superman, a co-leader of the tribe and Randy's lover. He felt safe, not only for himself but for his master Pablo who he was sure had the love and protection of Bob and Randy. He closed his eyes. As Bob had said, it had been a long, hard couple of days and he was tired. But sleep wouldn't come.
If only his heart wouldn't beat so fast, if only he could get rid of his boner. He listened to Bob's steady breathing, felt his chest rising and falling against his back, and assumed he was already asleep. But it was worth a try ... `cos he would never fall asleep like this.
<><> HOW TO HANDLE A BONER <><>
"Sir," Tyler said softly. "Are you asleep?"
"Not yet. Something troubling you, Tyler?"
"No, sir." After a long silence, he asked, "Sir, what's the best way to get rid of a boner?"
Bob had expected a question something like this and smiled to himself, still pressed against his back. "Well, the easiest and quickest way is to jerk off."
"Oh," Tyler said quietly, somewhat deflated.
"'Course," Bob said, "there are lots of ways of doing that. You could watch a porn flick, or look at pictures of hot men – like that picture of Jason in the fireman's calendar."
"Oh, the August page, sir. Yeah, I've jerked off a lot to that, all the boys have."
"Talking of Jason, you could also beat off looking at yourself in the mirror. Jason does that a lot while his boy Ben watches him. Ben loves that. Or, of course, you could just jack off lying in bed fantasizing about something. Tell me, Tyler. When you do that, what do you think about?"
"Oh, Pablo, sir, always." Another long pause. "Well, not always. Sometimes I think about you, sir, and the time me and Finn watched from the bushes as you and Randy fucked. That was awesome – we jerked each other off watching."
Bob smiled again and imagined (correctly) that Tyler was blushing deeply. "I'm flattered, Tyler."
Tyler suddenly turned over and faced Bob on the pillow. His blush faded as he said excitedly, "It was so great, sir, two gorgeous top-men fucking like that. You were both so into it. `Course, Randy was fucking you, sir, and I was wondering if ... well if you ever fuck him, sir. Finn said you prob'ly do, but I wasn't so sure. Do you, sir ... ever?"
"Sure I do, kiddo, quite often, and Randy loves it. Some guys call it role reversal – like if you were to fuck Pablo."
Again Tyler blushed. "Pablo did ask me to do that a couple of times. At first it felt so strange that I kept losing my hard-on, but when I got hard again it was amazing."
Bob grinned, "You wanna know something, kiddo? I have a pretty good idea that, right now, there's a bit of role reversal going on down the hall."
Tyler frowned, then his eyes opened wide. "You mean ... you mean Pablo is fucking Randy?"
"I'd bet money on it. I know Randy, and he'll be wanting Pablo to get his macho back after being disciplined the way he was. Randy loves how tough and dominant Pablo can be and that's a surefire way to prove he still has it."
"Wow," Tyler said, imagining what that must look like.
Bob grinned, "But all this don't solve your current problem, kiddo. In fact, all this sex talk has probably made it worse. Let's see ..." He reached down and felt the boy's cock. "Yup, just as I thought – stiff as a poker. You better decide how you're gonna get rid of that so you can get some sleep."
Tyler frowned and looked confused. So Bob helped him out. "Of course, I always think that when there's two in a bed it's kind of a waste for one of them to run to the bathroom and jack off. I mean buddies should help each other out, don't you think?"
Tyler brightened. "That's what I always think, sir. That's what my pal Finn and me do after gardening in the hot sun. Makes us horny, but we don't run in the bushes and jerk off."
"So what do you do?"
`Well, sir, sometimes we fuck, but what I like best is to suck Finn's cock, he likes that. He says when he was a hustler he made his customers suck him off. All he had to do was lie back, close his eyes and think of something else, then cum in their mouths and collect the money."
Bob roared with laughter. "Easy money, eh? Yeah, our Finn sure knew how to turn tricks."
When Bob laughed like that he lit up and looked so hot and so sexy that Tyler blurted out, "I'd like to suck your dick, sir, like I do Finn's ..." He stopped suddenly and blushed again. "Oh, sorry, sir, that just spilled out, I didn't mean it."
"You didn't mean it?"
"Well of course I meant it, sir – what boy wouldn't love to suck your cock? And I'm pretty good at it too. But why would you want that? You're not into me ... you're right at the stop pf the ladder and I'm at the bottom ... I'm just ..."
"No – stop right there Tyler. You're not just anything – just a boy, just a gardener. You're Tyler, a much-loved member of the tribe ... hell, you're the boss's boy's boy if you wanna look at it like that. You gotta be more positive about yourself. Get up, kid, let's take a look at you."
Rather startled, Tyler jumped out of bed and stood by it looking down at Bob. Bob gazed up at the boy who was standing at attention, as if for inspection, naked except for his boxer briefs that bulged over his big erection. You know Tyler, you are what we used to call in my youth a hot number. You have a real sexy look and that body is flawless, not huge like the muscle guys Hassan and Zack, but fat-free and really ripped. Have you been working out a lot?"
"Yes, sir, I work out with Pablo in the gym here and he really pushes me hard."
"With great results! Go over to the mirror and look at yourself." Tyler did as he was told and stared at the boy in the mirror – the boy Bob had just glowingly described. Bob was right, he did look kinda good. He stroked the bulge in his briefs and felt his cock jump. He heard Bob say, "Take off the shorts, boy." He pushed them down and watched his own cock leap out.
He touched it and recalled what Bob had said about Jason jerking off in front of a mirror. He flexed his muscles and started to stroke his cock. But Bob chuckled, "Hey, not so fast, junior. The mirror is for when you're all alone. Remember I said buddies should help each other out.
"Sorry, sir." Tyler turned round to face the bed ... and he gasped. Bob had pushed the sheets off him and now lay naked, his hands linked behind his head – and his huge cock was erect.
<><> WHAT TO DO WITH STRAYING HANDS <><>
So what did you say you'd like to do to me, boy?"
"I ..." Tyler croaked and cleared his throat. "I'd like to suck your dick please, sir."
"Good. Come over here."
Tyler crossed the room and stood up against the side of the bed. Bob rose up on one elbow, leaned toward the boy and flicked out his tongue at his penis. When it touched the head the cock reared up in response. His heart beating wildly Tyler could hardly believe the sight of the chiseled face, the tousled dark hair and deep brown eyes of the muscle-god licking all the way up his cock. His tongue touched the pre-cum oozing from the tip and pulled slowly away, drawing the liquid out in a fine gossamer thread.
Mesmerized, the boy felt the start of his orgasm – and the ever-sensitive Bob pulled away. "Don't cum, boy. And don't get any ideas. This ain't another role-reversal thing, not like in the room down the hall. I'm the boss here, OK?"
"Yes, sir," Tyler said eagerly. "Yes please, sir."
"OK, just so long as we understand each other." Bob countered the strict tone of voice with a dazzling smile, then lay back with his hands linked behind his head as before. "OK, you say you're good at sucking cock?"
"Yes, sir. Pablo says I'm real good. See, I've had lessons from Eddie. He gets all the junior boys together in a group and he trains us as we practice blowjobs on each other."
That image almost made Bob burst out laughing but he stifled a smile and said, "OK, kid. This time it's just one man and one cock, so let's see what you got."
Tyler knelt by the bed, leaned down and licked Bob's balls, inhaling the musky scent of his dark mass of pubic hair. His tongue traveled all the way up the thick shaft, he licked the head, then lowered his mouth over the cock and swallowed it all the way down. Using all the tricks he had rehearsed with Eddie and used all the time on Pablo, he gave Bob's rod a workout that had him groaning with pleasure.
Still resting his head back on his linked hands Bob looked up at the ceiling and said, "Damn you're right, you are real good, kiddo. Keep munching on it, boy.
Tyler always loved going down on Pablo – but this was different. This was the co-boss of the tribe, the man who looked like superman, the man Randy worshipped and all the men and boys loved. And he, Tyler, was actually sucking his cock! He loved the taste and the feel of the thick shaft filling his mouth, he clenched his throat round it, pursed his lips and drew them all the way up, listening to the big man's ecstatic moans.
Reflexively Tyler reached down to his own cock that was shuddering on the edge of orgasm. He wrapped his hand round it and started to stroke ... But then, "No!" Bob shoved Tyler off him so hard he reared up on his feet and staggered backward. Bob leapt off the bed and faced him. "You were gonna jerk off. Did I say you could jerk off, boy?"
"No, sir ... I'm sorry, sir. It's just that ... mmm ..." Bob silenced him with a long, tender kiss, then pulled back and smiled. "Just kidding, Tyler, I'm not gonna play that fierce master act with you, I like you too much for that. But I am gonna fuck your ass, I think we both knew that all along. But we've gotta do something about those hands that keep wanting to jerk you off. They've got a life of their own". Bob frowned. "How can we keep them away from your dick?"
Tyler saw the twinkle in his eye and said quietly, "Tie them up, sir?"
"Hey, great idea kiddo. I would never have thought of that. And you know Randy, always has ropes tied round the bedposts for just such an emergency. OK, kiddo, looks like you're gonna be my prisoner, so you can either fight against it or ..."
Tyler eagerly ran to the bed, threw himself down on his bed, stretched his arms up to the corner bedposts and grinned up at Bob, who laughed, "Well, I guess that answers that." He quickly tied the boy's hands to the posts and stared down at him. "OK, so I guess you really are my boy for the night – on loan from Pablo. And tomorrow I'll deliver him back to you and he'll ask me if you've been a good boy."
"Oh, I'll be a good boy for you, sir, I promise," Tyler said earnestly.
Bob smiled, "I have no doubt about that, kiddo. No doubt at all."
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"Right," Bob said, "you've made my cock good and wet but I'm still gonna use lube. I don't want you to feel even a trace of pain – this has to be all pleasure, for you and for me."
"Thank you, sir."
Bob dipped his fingers in the jar of lube by the bed and stroked his cock. Tyler stared up at him, still hardly believing that he was gonna get butt-fucked by this gorgeous hunk. But he knew it was real when Bob knelt on the bed and pushed his legs back. His deep brown eyes smiled down at him as he said, "If it hurts and you want me to stop, just tell me, OK?"
"OK, sir. But I won't want you to stop. I want it too much." He breathed deeply and relaxed his ass as he felt Bob's cock slide in almost imperceptibly.
At first Tyler wasn't sure what was happening. He was used to a more forceful fuck from Pablo, but now, for a moment there was nothing. But then, as the cock eased in deeper, he felt warmth spreading from his ass and all through his body. The feeling of euphoria was increased by Bob's tender gaze and his deep, almost hypnotic voice. "You feel that, Tyler? You feel me inside you, deeper and deeper. You're such and sexy young man, Tyler. No wonder Pablo chose you as his boy. Makes me feel so good to be inside Pablo's boy."
As he massaged Tyler's ass and spoke softly to him Bob saw a subtle change come over the boy. Bob had always sensed that under Tyler's shyness there was a confident young man waiting to emerge. And that's what he was witnessing now, like a butterfly emerging from the chrysalis and spreading its wings.
Bob smiled, "How's that feel Tyler? You look so handsome lying there. Pablo is such a lucky guy, he gets to make love to you all the time."
Tyler grinned enthusiastically. "I feel terrific, sir. Damn, I love getting fucked by you, looking up at the gorgeous body and face. You are a helluva beautiful man, sir – and I'm your prisoner."
Even Tyler's words and his tone of voice were different, and the change in him excited Bob as he continued to fuck him gently but deeply. His lithe young body writhed slowly as he pulled at his bound wrists, which gave him an increasingly virile look.
As Bob gazed down at his gradually changing expression he realized that the men and boys of the tribe had always looked on Tyler as a nice, shy kid who needed protection. Pablo was certainly a macho master, and even his pal Finn, the tough ex-hustler, was the more assertive of the two gardeners. But now Bob was seeing a newly confident young jock writhing beneath him ... and it turned Bob on.
He increased the pace and said, "Dude, you are one hot fuck and I can't hold out much more."
"Me neither," Tyler grinned. "I can cum just like this – no hands."
"OK, tiger, that's quite a boast. Let's see if you got it in you. Come on, stud, let's do it."
They grinned at each other – more like fuck buddies than master and boy – and Tyler yelled, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna shoot ... let me feel your jizz in my ass ... yeaahh!"
Bob saw his ripped body flex and his head fly back as cum spurted so high from his cock that it splashed on Bob's chest. With one last lunge Bob blasted semen in the hot ass of his lusty young captive impaled on his cock.
Bob bent down and kissed Tyler as their cocks drained. Then he pulled back and smiled, "Well that was different. Did it feel different to you, dude?"
"Yeah, it did kinda. Not sure why, but ... You were an awesome fuck, sir – almost as good as Pablo."
Bob roared with laughter. "High praise indeed."
Tyler blushed. "Sorry, sir, that was a dumb thing to say." The shyness was back as his adrenaline drained.
"Tyler, nothing you say is dumb, because you're honest and speak from the heart. But I gotta tell you, looking down at you, tied up with my dick in your ass, you were a different boy – no, not a boy, a handsome young jock. Pablo is gonna go wild for that. OK, don't let's shower – quick towel off then straight to sleep eh?"
Bob untied Tyler's wrists, wiped the cum off both of them with a towel, and slid under the covers. This is how they had started out – Bob pressed against Tylers back, his arm wrapped over him. Sleep was no problem this time, but before he dropped off Tyler said, "Sir, what you said about me being a jock. Will you tell Pablo that?"
"I won't have to, dude. He'll see the change for himself. Especially when he takes you to bed."
Tyler smiled a satisfied smile ... and was asleep in minutes
<><> A NEW MAN – A NEW BOY <><>
Early next morning Randy and Pablo in the guestroom were woken by a knock on the door and Tyler came in. Actually he strode in, shirtless in shorts and sneakers. "'Morning, sirs," he said brightly. "The twins have brought breakfast for all of us and set it up in the master bedroom. So Bob and me invite you to join us there."
Pablo disentangled himself from Randy's arms and sat up rubbing his eyes. "Hey, kid. What happened to you last night? You look ... different. Sexier than ever."
"Randy sat up and grinned, "Amazing what a night with Bob will do. I feel like a new guy too every morning when I wake up beside him. Come on, Pablo, I'm starved."
They got dressed and followed Tyler back to the main bedroom where Bob was standing beside a table loaded with breakfast, courtesy of the twins. Tyler said to Pablo, "You and Randy are on that side, sir, Bob and Randy facing you. The fifth place is for Eddie as he'll be joining us."
This was a new, brisk Tyler, and his self-confidence was not lost on Pablo. When Pablo and Bob were getting coffee at the side table he said quietly, "Hey, Bob, what did you do to my kid last night? He's suddenly quite the stud."
"I didn't do anything, Pablo, except fuck him. He was always the stud underneath that shyness. You'll see. You call him your kid, but I think you'll find he'll end up as your young jock."
"Hmm," Pablo grinned. "Funny how things work out. Last night Randy gave me back my self-confidence by sucking my dick and letting me fuck him. He said I wasn't his boy anymore ... I'm his man. But I'm a different man from before, sir. I'm gonna be the kind of man that respects other guys and the work they do. Especially the boys."
"Glad to hear it, Pablo. Now perhaps we can close the book on this unhappy chapter."
Pablo grinned. "You bet, sir. And if not, I'm sure I'll hear from you and Randy – and even from macho Tyler.
When they rejoined Randy and Tyler at the table Pablo said, "Hey Tyler, before I forget. I hear you and Finn are building this new herb garden for Will. When I get home from work maybe you can show me around it. I don't know shit about herbs, I need someone to teach me."
"Be my pleasure, sir," Tyler said, and Bob and Randy exchanged furtive smiles.
Bob said, "Tyler, you and Eddie are best buddies and he'll be here soon. Do you know why he wants to see me?"
"I can guess, sir. It's about him being involved in Jamie's surfing lessons for Grady. He's so excited – been talking about nothing else ever since he went to the studio."
Bob smiled, "And when Eddie talks – he talks. Anyone wanna say anything you better do it now `cos when Eddie gets here you won't get a word in sideways."
Bob was right, of course. When Eddie finally burst in he was already in mid-sentence. "... and so thanks for letting me come up, sir, and interrupt your ... is this breakfast?"
"Would you like to join us Eddie? Then you can tell us all about your new gig as a Hollywood studio cameraman."
"Oh, I'm not exactly that, sir, not yet anyway," he said, helping himself to scrambled eggs and bacon. "But Grady took Jamie and me to Warner Studios, which, you would not believe, is huge ... huge ... we were on Stage 21 or something, they're called sound stages you know, and we met the director of Grady's new movie where he plays this stud lifeguard who has all kinds of adventures at the beach. You would not believe how ..."
"Er, Eddie, Eddie," Bob interrupted the flow. "Would you cut to the chase and tell me where I come into this?"
"Oh, right, sorry sir. Well, here's the deal. You know that Jamie has been at the beach helping Grady improve his surfing skills and I went with them to film it. Grady showed my videos to the director and he, like, went totally ape-shit over them, you would not believe ... you know, the long shots, those long zooms in and out and ... OK, OK, cut to the chase." He took a deep breath and soldiered on.
"Anyway, so they are gonna go down to the beach for a few days to film a few shots of Grady riding the waves, for a promo. The director told me they put out short promos – teasers' he called them – real, real early – to get people excited. I mean, there'll be a small film crew and Mark is going too to provide security cos they always have a cop there for that.
But here's the deal. The director wants me to be there to get some of those casual shots, like Grady and Jamie laughing and stuff. I'm real good at that. I've done it around here with you guys ..."
"And you want a few days off work," Bob said, cutting him off again.
"Yeah, well I was coming to that, sir ..."
"We seem to be there already, Eddie, and of course I'm not going to stand in the way of your budding film career. So of course you can have the time off. We'll somehow find a way of managing the compound and keeping it clean ..."
"Sir," Tyler said unexpectedly, "Finn and me could do that. Wouldn't hurt to leave the garden for a few days and look after the house, we're used to helping Eddie anyway." He looked at Pablo. "If that's OK with you, sir."
"Hey, dude, you're the boss around here. So go ahead, sounds like a plan."
Bob frowned. "Um, Eddie, when you're with this director guy, do you talk nonstop like this?"
"Sir," Eddie said indignantly. "I may be a motor-mouth to you guys, but I'm not stupid. He's a big hotshot director, Grady's a big movie star and I'm just a rookie, so I know when to keep my mouth shut."
"You do, uh? News to me," Bob smiled. Eddie took a deep breath, then giggled merrily. "It was news to me too, sir. So what do you think, guys? Me staying a couple of days at the beach with Grady and Jamie and Mark. My hunky Marine Hassan said he might show up too, keep an eye on his boy. Sounds like a whole new adventure, don't you think?"
And no one could argue with that.
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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 522
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