A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 347 By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:

New boy Larry continues his sex education in the tribe. It's the twins' turn. "Larry watched as the naked identical twins kissed each other, then turned their beautiful faces and sexy bodies toward him and beckoned him into their world." Next come Pablo and Darius. "On his knees Larry stared up at the black muscleboy and handsome Mestizo, two young shirtless mechanics streaked with oil and grease."

CHAPTER 347 – "LARRY'S SEX EDUCATION"

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

Brigg, the young homeless man who had run away from an abusive father to find his former friend Jamie, had a hostile, bitter attitude when he had first come to the tribe's house. But a friend of the tribe's, the middle-aged man affectionately known as Uncle Mike, had felt compassion for Brigg, who mirrored Mike's own troubled youth.

So he had taken him under his wing and discovered that his first name was Larry. And with the name change came a change in attitude. He had previously sneered at the tribe as a "bunch of faggots" but the tribe's boss Randy had seen through his homophobia as his way of suppressing his own long-denied attraction to other men.

Randy had introduced him to man-on-man sex, thereby giving to Larry his seal of approval for acceptance into the group. Released from his sexual hang-ups Larry found affection and, he thought, love with Uncle Mike, but his first fumbling sexual advances were too much too soon.

"This is all going way too fast and it's the sudden sex that's fucking it up." Mike said. So we'll sleep together and cuddle if you want, but no more sex – not yet anyway. From now it's one step at a time. Here's what we'll do. First I want you to get familiar with the guys here, hang out with the boys for a week. You'll learn a whole lot from them, the senior boys and juniors too.

"And next weekend Mark and Jamie have plans to come out to the desert and spend a couple days with me. So, what if I ask them to bring you with them? Give you a chance to see my home out there, visit the bar I own that's been almost like a second home to me all these years.

Larry was thrilled with the idea and found that the boys who had formerly been hostile to him were more welcoming now, with a renewed curiosity and an instinct to help him fit in. Larry was soon helping serve the tribe's big Saturday brunch attended by most members of the tribe, including Randy's brother Dr. Steve, a psychologist who had, at one time or another, given therapy sessions to most of the men and boys.

And that is what he now prescribed for Larry in a session that took place right away, upstairs in Bob's office. Steve soon got to the root of Larry's issues. "You've had a real difficult boyhood where you were sexually abused by your father which left you damaged in two ways. First, you have never had an older male, a father figure if you like, whom you could trust and look up to. And second, you were so shocked and disgusted by your dad's sexual advances that you stifled your natural attraction to men.

"But now, thanks to my brother Randy, you suddenly discover sex with men. You are intrigued and excited, like a kid in a candy story who just realized he's got a very sweet tooth. And here you are in the biggest candy store you ever saw, with eye-candy in every direction – a group of men and boys who are all buff and beautiful, oozing sex, and every one of them gives you a hard-on. But what to do about that? I believe the best thing is for you to give into your sexual urges while you're here rather than suppressing them.

"Now I'm not suggesting a week-long orgy here. Take it easy – try something gentle at first. If you find yourself in a sexual situation where you're turned on and got a hard-on, go for it – watch, join in, whatever feels right. And at the end of a week see how you feel then. If something does bloom between you and Mike that would be great. But I'm saying you gotta get your feet wet first ... test the water before you dive in."

As it happened, Larry's prescribed treatment began right here – with Steve himself. Taking the doctor at his word Larry said, "Sir, you said if I'm turned on and got a hard-on I should go for it." He blushed. "Well, doc, I'm turned on now ... and I got a huge boner in my shorts, so ..."

Doctor Steve's forms of treatment were always unorthodox to say the least and this session was no exception. Ah," he smiled, "I wondered when we would get to that. Well, as you see, I'm a bit overdressed for a casual afternoon with the guys. So I had intended, after you left, to change into the shorts and T-shirt Bob left for me here. But how about if I change while you're still here? Would that work for you?"

And so it was that Larry watched spellbound as Steve slowly and deliberately stripped naked in front of him. Larry fought to hold back the orgasm that had been building since he entered the room, but when the muscular doctor pressed his crotch against his face and jerked off all over him Larry's cock exploded.

Howling jubilantly he opened his mouth and drank Steve's juice pouring into it while his own cock exploded with streams of pent-up cum that shot up to his own chest, his neck and his face, where it joined the sperm of the doctor running down his cheeks at the climax of a therapy session like nothing he could have imagined in his wildest dreams.

When Larry had recovered his senses and his heartbeat subsided he went back downstairs with Steve to join the group still lounging round the table by the pool mind. He sat with Mike for a few minutes and said, "Sir, is it OK that I had sex with Doctor Steve?"

"Larry," Mike smiled, "I've told you, while you're here you can do whatever you like with any of the guys. I want you to explore as much as possible." Larry asked if it would be OK for Steve to tell Mike everything they had done and Mike chuckled, "It's OK if you say it is, kiddo. Hear that Steve? You have a full release from your patient to tell me everything."

"Actually," Steve grinned, "it was the patient who got full release. The doc too if it comes to that."

"Sir," Larry said, "I gotta go and help the twins clean up the kitchen. I promised them I would." He ran off and found the twins in the middle of the clean-up. They put him to work right away and half an hour later they were nearly done. "I can finish mopping the floor, guys, if you want to take a rest. You've been working all day."

Kyle and Kevin smiled at each other. "Thanks Larry," said Kevin. "We do usually relax for a while after lunch. We live right here above the kitchen." Kyle grinned, "Dude, that shirt of yours is real stained and wet and I'm guessing it's not from kitchen water. When you've finished the floor come up the stairs here and we'll give you a clean one."

As they left – two gorgeous identical brothers – Larry incredibly found his cock getting stiff in his shorts – and so soon after Doctor Steve. The doc was right, he thought, this place is one big candy store. He had forgotten that his shirt was splashed with Steve's cum and his own, so when he had finished mopping and drying he went up the stairs and into the twins' apartment.

But he stopped short at the door and blushed, shocked by the sight of the brothers in a tight embrace kissing each other. "Oh, sorry dudes," he said averting his eyes. "I'll come back later."

"No, no," Kevin smiled. "Come right in, Larry. You're just in time."

********************* Chapter 347 *********************

Startled by the sight of the twins kissing each other Larry hesitated before going into their living room above the kitchen. He had heard from Mike that the identically beautiful brothers loved each other to an extent that went far beyond brotherly love. In fact they were in love and made love with each other often. Still, seeing them kissing was a shock for Larry, but their easy-going charm and warm smiles eased his embarrassment as they invited him in.

Kyle and Kevin were Bob's boys, the universally loved co-founder of the tribe (along with his lover Randy) and as such they enjoyed a great deal of respect and affection from the whole tribe. As Larry had just found out, they made no secret of their love for each other and were quite unabashed that the new boy had seen them in a passionate kiss.

They behaved as if it was the most normal thing in the world as they made him welcome by opening a bottle of white wine. "We usually share a bottle of wine to relax after serving up a big meal like the Saturday Brunch," Kevin said, and Kyle added, "You saw how much work goes into cooking and serving it. And by the way, thank you for your assistance today ... you were a great help to Brandon and us."

Larry soon got used to the twins' manner of speaking, completing each other's sentences as if they read each other's minds. That uncanny harmony matched the almost balletic movements he had observed earlier as they gracefully moved around each other in the kitchen. Larry wondered if that seamless intuition applied to everything they did – and he was soon to find out.

"This bottle is a rather fine French Chablis, our favorite," Kevin said, pouring three glasses. "We hope you like it ... you'll join us of course?" "Well, sure, thanks guys, but I gotta tell you that all this wine stuff and gourmet cooking kinda goes over my head. Like Eddie said to me out there, I'm more of a meat and potatoes guy myself ... when I could get meat and potatoes, which wasn't often.

Kyle grinned, "Don't worry about that, dude. Most of the guys are out of their depth when we explain what they're eating and drinking. Some of them, like Bob, Steve and Adam understand what we're talking about. Randy certainly doesn't but he sure as hell enjoys it and wolfs it down. I'm afraid we are both food and wine snobs but don't let that put you off."

"But we do have one thing in common," Larry said. "We were all running away from something when we came here – me from my brutal dad and you from the owner of the restaurant you worked at. Mike told me that's where you learned to cook so great, but the owner ... kinda ..."

"... kinda demanded sex from us," Kyle grinned. "Two for the price of one was how he put it ... not exactly subtle, uh? So we had only one choice ..." Kevin completed his sentence "... we hightailed it out of there and hit the road."

"We were homeless and lived rough," Kyle said, but by some miracle we wound up here. We tried to steal Bob's car to live in but we got caught. And you already know how that turned out. Bob took pity on us and we ended up as his boys and chefs to the tribe."

"You see, Larry," Kevin said, "the one thing that scared us is that we'd be separated." They exchanged quick glances. "We wouldn't survive apart from each other – we have to always be together. And Bob promised us we'd never be separated, he and Randy would see to that. And those guys always keep their promises. So, as you see, we've never been happier."

As Larry sipped his wine he too felt a pang of happiness. Listening to the story of the twins' tough life he realized that, no matter how bad things get, they can turn around with luck and the support of warm-hearted friends. He recalled what Mike had said to him when they first met: `There's something I tell a lot of kids who are feeling lost. It does get better, kiddo, believe me'. Larry was starting to believe him.

In the ensuing silence the twins exchanged private smiles and Kevin said, "You're thinking of Mike aren't you?"

Larry did a double take. "Dudes, are you psychic or something? Do you know everything about everybody here?"

They giggled. "Not psychic," Kyle said, "but Bob has taught us a lot of things, including how to observe. Being in the house most of the time we see a lot. Our kitchen downstairs is a great vantage point to watch the comings and goings and for some reason the boys and even the men confide in us a lot."

Larry hesitated to broach the subject upmost in him mind since he came in but the twins were so open with him that he decided to go for it. "Er, Mike also told me something else about you guys. He wasn't betraying your trust, he said, `cos everyone knew about it anyway."

"Ah," Kevin laughed, "you mean that we make love together. Oh sure, we've always done that from way back. When Bob comes to visit us up here we have sex together and he joins in. A lot of the other guys have done that too. One of the best things is when we have sex with Bob and Randy together. Randy loves what we do. After all, he says, it's not as if we're making babies or anything".

Larry laughed, "Yeah, Randy's an incredible guy."

"Actually," Kyle said, "he seems to like you too now, Larry, after your disastrous entrance yesterday. It's hard to believe you only got here yesterday `cos so much has happened. You got Randy's seal of approval when he fucked you. Then Mike took you under his wing and you're sharing a bed with him. And you've just come from a therapy session with Doctor Steve. How did that go, by the way?"

Larry's eyes sparkled. "Dudes, it was incredible. He was great to talk to and gave me a lot of advice. See, sex with guys is new to me but he said, while I'm here, if I felt horny and was turned on by a guy I should go for it. So then ..." he hesitated ... "Oh, I guess it's OK to tell you guys ... I mean you get to know everything. Anyway, my sex education started right there – with the doc himself. I told him I had a boner `cos he turned me on so much. And guess what ... he started to strip real slow like.

"Hell, it was like some fantasy – you know, you go to the doctor and he turns out to be this hot musclehunk and he has sex with you right there in his office. Steve ended up naked except for a jockstrap and blasted a load of jizz in my face. Wow, it makes me hard just talking about it. Anyway, he said that was an example of what he meant by not being scared of sex even though it's all so new to me. But he said I should take it easy and start off with something real gentle."

He grinned at them. "Hey, I've been talking a lot ain't I? That's not like me but you guys make me feel real comfortable somehow – you know, easy to talk to. But I know you want to be alone and, er ... relax together ... so I should probably get back downstairs with the other boys.

"Oh there's no hurry for that," Kyle said, exchanging a quick glance with his brother. "We enjoy getting to know you better. Have some more wine." He poured another glass and Larry drank.

Actually, he was getting quite a wine buzz and any inhibitions he had when first coming in were fast disappearing. He had a vague notion – with the wine and the twins' casual, revealing conversation – that they were somehow softening him up for something. But he didn't care. He was feeling so good, the twins were so friendly – and so damn gorgeous – that whatever residual tension he still felt probably came from the stiff boner in his shorts.

"Hey," Kyle said suddenly, "what kind of hosts are we? We completely forgot that we asked you up here so you could get out of that shirt that's smothered with Steve's cum, and get a clean one from us." Kevin went over to a chest of drawers and pulled out a fresh white T-shirt. "Take that off and we'll wash it for you. Unless," he grinned, "you want to keep it as a memento."

Larry smiled as he stood up. "I'll take it off but I think I'll keep it as is – kind of a reminder of my therapy with Doctor Steve. As he pulled the cum-stained shirt off over his head he caught sight of his own bare torso in a wall mirror. "Damn," he said, "there seem to be mirrors all over this place and I keep seeing my scrawny body. It's real intimidating, so different from all you buff handsome guys."

"No, you mustn't say that, dude," said Kevin, standing up and coming over to him. We too were skinny when we first came here, before Randy got a hold of us and gave us regular sessions in the gym." He ran his hands over Larry's shoulders and down his chest. "The thing is your body's nicely proportioned, just needs bulking up is all. What do you think, Kyle?"

Kyle came and stood behind Larry and felt his back while Kevin stroked his chest. "Hmm, won't take Randy long to make these muscles pop." His hands went lower, over the back of his shorts. "Wow, great butt and thighs ... must've been all that walking you did hitch-hiking everywhere when you had to sell your motorbike."

"Trouble is," Kevin said, pressing on his neck and trapezius muscles, "you're still pretty tense up here. Feel your traps? They need to relax."

Larry grinned, "I was feeling pretty good until I caught sight of myself in the mirror – reminded me of how different I am from you guys."

"You know," Kyle said, "I remember something Steve said to us at our first therapy session when we got here. He gave us a lot of advice but at the end said, If you guys forget all of this I want you to hang on one word – and that's relax'. And he was right."

Kevin added, "But I know what you mean about the mirrors, dude. Randy installed them all over the house – says they're great for making love and jerking off. When he fucks Bob he likes to see him from every angle. So I understand why you're tense, but we can take care of that."

"Oh sure," Kyle agreed. "When Bob's had a rough day or a fight with Randy, he often comes to us for a massage. We've got pretty good at it too. And pretty soon Randy comes in to apologize to Bob like a nervous young boy, and we massage him too. Hey, Kevin, remember that time they made up by making love while we continued to massage them?"

"Oh yeah," Kevin laughed. "Now that ain't easy, takes a lot of skill, but it's real sexy if you can pull it off. So you see, Larry, massaging you will be a piece of cake. Let's go in the bedroom."

After having his body stroked and squeezed by the handsome twins Larry was so turned on that he let himself be led into the big bedroom with a king-size bed in the middle and, naturally, several large wall mirrors. The atmosphere was sexually charged as he imagined the twins sleeping in this very bed together every night and making love.

He might have felt nervous had it not been for all the wine he had drunk and the casual, matter-of-fact attitude of the twins which they displayed now. They spread a large sheet over the bed, lit candles and incense that suffused the room with a flickering light and a scent of sandalwood.

"We always do this nude," Kyle said. "Clothes get in the way." They stood facing him and casually stripped naked. "Now you, dude," Kevin smiled.

Larry was mesmerized by the sight of the beautiful, naked brothers, their handsome faces and muscular bodies dappled with candlelight, their long cocks swinging between their thighs. He kicked off his sneakers and dropped his shorts. Then he hesitated, embarrassed that his erection was clearly visible bulging in his boxer briefs.

"Don't be shy," Kyle grinned. "Most guys have hard-ons when they're in here with us."

"No kidding," Larry said with a shy grin. "But just so you know, guys, this is all kinda new to me ... I ... I'm afraid of making a mistake ... making a fool of myself."

The brothers laughed off his qualms. "Dude," Kevin chuckled, "there are no mistakes. Whatever happens is all good. We'll take care of you ... all you have to do is relax ... that and take your shorts off, of course."

Larry obeyed nervously and blushed when his cock sprang out rock hard. "Well," Kyle said, "no problems in that department wouldn't you say bro?" Kevin smiled, "No problems at all. Very nice, comfortable size – what we call a Goldilocks cock – not too big and not too small, just right. Now come and lie on the bed, Larry."

Both brothers held out their hands to him and Larry had the weird sensation of being led into a world of enchantment. "I'm starting to feel like what's-her-name ..."

"Like Alice in Wonderland?" Kyle suggested. Kevin giggled, "Which would make us the White Rabbit leading you down the rabbit hole. There are worse places to go, dude. Come."

Larry walked forward and, at their direction, lay face down on the bed. He turned his head to one side and, not surprisingly in this house, found himself looking into a mirror, at his own reflection and that of the two naked brothers standing over him. He inhaled sharply as Kyle climbed on the bed and knelt astride his thighs. He leaned forward and rested his hands on the small of Larry's back, digging in his fingers at the base of his spine.

Larry's cock was pressed on the bed beneath him stretching up under his stomach, where he felt drops of pre-cum oozing from it. As he had with Doctor Steve he had difficulty controlling his hard-on and holding back an orgasm. It didn't help that Kevin was standing at his head and now leaned forward and pressed his hands on his lower back, touching fingers with Kyle's massaging hands.

And Larry could see it all in the mirror – two stunning identical brothers facing each other, their lithe, tanned young bodies stretched over him, massaging his back as they gazed into each other's eyes. Their mouths came together, their lips pressed in a churning kiss as they kneaded his back beneath them.

What made Larry almost lose his load was the feeling of their cocks on him. Kyle, kneeling astride his thighs, was pressing his stiffening cock along the crack of his ass. And as Kevin leaned forward against his head, his cock pressed down on his face, the head of his cock, moist with pre-cum, touching his lips.

Larry was so close to his climax that he gasped ... and the twins instantly pulled back. "You OK, Larry?" Kyle said.

"Yeah," he stammered. "Yeah, I'm fine ... I'm great."

"Good," Kevin said. "Sorry for that little distraction, but whenever we look at each other like that we kiss, especially if there's some young stud beneath us. But now for the massage we promised." They both reached over to a jar and rubbed scented oil on their hands. Then Kevin started to massage his neck and his shoulders, digging his fingers deep into his trapezius muscles where the tension was centered.

At the same time Kyle was massaging the backs of his legs, the hamstrings, moving slowly upward until his palms were pressed on his ass cheeks, massaging his glutes and making them flex. As Kyle pressed down, Larry's cock was squeezed harder on the bed under his stomach and he knew he was about to cum.

But the twins were experts, with finely tuned instincts they had learned from Bob. They knew how to bring a man to the cusp of orgasm and then pull away. It was the same technique Randy used when he fucked, though he was rough and these guys were exquisitely gentle.

They worked on every part of his back, neck, shoulders and legs, sending him into a daze of muscular bliss and sexual excitement. Each time he thought his cock would explode, they paused and his orgasm was denied – the euphoric agony of frustration. But the twins were skilled enough to know when enough was enough as they felt the body tremble beneath them.

Kevin gently turned Larry's head to the side so he could see everything in the mirror. And the brothers resumed the positions they had at the start – leaning over Larry from front and rear, their hands pressing on the small of his back. And once again Kyle's cock was lying pressed in between the cheeks of his ass while Kevin's lay across the upturned check of his face.

At the beginning Larry had been able to hold back his orgasm ... but not this time, and the twins knew it. This time when they leaned forward, licked each other's faces and then kissed, the mirror image was overwhelming. Larry saw the twins' fraternal passion, felt the weight of their hands pressing down on his back and their cocks on his ass and his face. As they moaned in ecstasy above him his body bucked, his cock jolted and he yelled, "Guys, I can't ... I gotta ... oh fuck, I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum ... aaagh!"

"I'm sorry guys," Larry panted, "I didn't mean to shoot so soon but you look so damn hot and ..."

"Hey," Kyle laughed, "didn't Randy tell you never to apologize when a guy makes you spill your load. It's a compliment, dude."

They got off the bed, flipped him over onto his back and stood smiling down at him. "Yeah," Kevin agreed, "it shows you're having fun ... but there's just one thing. See, me and my brother haven't cum yet and you can't leave a couple of supercharged guys hanging like that. So what d'ya think, Kyle?"

Kyle stroked his chin. "Hmm, dunno. Depends on his experience. What kind of sex have you had here so far, dude?"

Propping himself up on his elbows, looking up at the naked twins as they questioned him, Larry almost felt like he was being asked for his résumé at a job interview. His experiences were etched on his memory and he went through the list.

"Well, I was made to cum watching Darius fuck Pablo. Then last night Randy let me watch while he made love to Bob and I came again. This morning Randy took charge and fucked my ass – first time that ever happened to me, and he made me cum twice. And then this morning I shot another load sucking Mike's dick, though I wasn't very good at it. Later, watching Doctor Steve strip naked, I jerked off when he blasted his jizz in my face and mouth. And now I just busted another load getting massaged by you and watching you kiss. It was so beautiful ..."

"Hmm," Kevin mused, "so let's do the math, bro ... what's the score?"

Like judges coming to a decision Kevin asked the questions, Kyle answered. "Number of times he watched guys having sex?" "Four," said Kyle." ... "Number of times he got butt-fucked?" "One." ... "Number of times he sucked dick?" "Two, if you count swallowing Steve's jizz." ... "Number of full-release massages?" "One." ... "Number of orgasms?" "Hmm, let's see" (Kyle counted on his fingers) "Six – no, seven `cos it was twice with Randy." ... "Number of times in bondage?" "Zero."

"Hey, dude," Kevin grinned, "that's a pretty impressive count for just over 24-hours."

Larry blushed and hastened to defend himself. "But guys I don't want you to think I'm some kind of slut. I mean, it's all part of my therapy. Like I told you, before I came here yesterday I never had sex with guys, so Randy, Mike and Steve all said I should have as much sex as I wanted while I'm here to get some experience. Sorta like a kid in a candy store sampling all the candy so he'll know for sure what he likes best. Then when I go to the desert to visit Mike I'll know for sure if I'm ready for us to ..."

" ... to be together," Kyle smiled. "Yeah, we get the picture, and we're honored to be part of your education. But that doesn't solve the immediate issue of Kevin and me getting our rocks off. So, Kevin, what were the low scores?"

"Right, well I'd say: butt-fuck – one ... bondage – zero."

"There you are then," Kyle chuckled. "And here you are, Larry – all ready. Now this is a new experience for you, Larry, and it's a good job that it's us introducing you to it and not Zack and Darius. Those leather guys can be scary with their whips and clamps and stuff, though of course you can trust them. You can trust anyone in the tribe ..." "... otherwise they wouldn't be in the tribe," Kevin added.

Once again Larry was gripped with excitement tempered with apprehension. He knew he could trust the twins absolutely – they were Bob's boys after all – so when they went to the head of the bed, one on each side and fumbled with ropes already hanging loose round the bed posts he instinctively stretched his arms up to the corners.

As they tied his wrists Kyle said, in his most comforting voice, "Now it's important you be comfortable. Something like chafing at the wrists can be painful and spoil the whole experience. But we've been well trained by Randy who always makes us use escape knots ... that means there's always an end hanging and one tug on that unravels the rope."

Kevin took over. "There will be moments of panic, of course, which is what makes it all the more intense. But if it really freaks you out you just say the panic word and we'll stop right away. Let's see, how about `Brigg'? That's a name we don't use for you anymore so it works fine. OK we're done, so test the ropes, try to get free."

Larry looked up over his shoulder at his bound wrists and tugged on them. He tried to squeeze his hands free but realized he was tightly bound ... and panicked. He had never felt helpless like this. Even his dad he could run away from, but not the twins. He thought of the panic word but something stopped him from using it.

Maybe it was the sight of the handsome young twins standing naked side by side at the foot of his bed smiling down at him, their rigid dicks pointing straight at him. Yes definitely, that was it. His panic subsided and he knew that he wanted this, especially when he heard Kyle say, "You see, Larry, you are helpless, at our mercy. We can do anything we want to you so we get our rocks off."

They reached down for the massage oil and both spread some on their rigid cocks. Kevin said, "Think of it as more massage, dude, only this time it will not be our hands on your back ... it'll be our cocks in your ass. Kyle, will you do the honors?"

From the side of the bed Kyle reached down, grabbed one of Larry legs and pushed it up high, giving his brother a clear shot at his ass. Kevin fell forward and rested his hands on the bed on either side of Larry, his arms braced rigid, body arched over him. He smiled down at him and Larry felt the tip of Kevin's cock touching the cheeks of his ass.

"Now, there's one other rule Randy insists on," Kevin said. "We can never do anything to a boy that the boy doesn't want. So I have to make sure of this. Do you want to feel my rod in your ass? Do you want me to fuck you?"

Larry's heart was beating so loud he could hear it. "Oh, oh yeah, please, dude. Pleas fuck me. But let me touch you. You're so damn gorgeous, let me touch your face, your body ... please."

"No," Kevin smiled, "sorry, dude. See, that's part of the deal. Me and my brother are in charge ... right now you belong to us. You can't move, you can't do anything. Even when I do this ..."

Larry's eyes opened wide, his breath became ragged and he gasped as he felt Kevin's cock enter him and slide slowly, tenderly all the way into his ass. This was different from Randy, the rough, powerful gypsy whose fuck was overpowering. This was soft, loving, a serene, seductive young man and his identical twin caressing his ass. Instinctively he tried to touch his already stiff dick but he had forgotten his hands were tied and he tugged in frustration.

And he was suddenly suffused with a sensation he had never felt before – being helpless to act, to prevent what was happening to him. He was being fucked, dominated by another man, and he experienced for the first time the power of having no power, of being forced to accept the long rod sliding in his ass. And all he could do was to lie still and surrender to the new sensations sweeping over him.

Now he pulled at the ropes not to fight his captivity but to accentuate it, to sense the thrill of being at the mercy of another, unable to resist. In every other situation in life he had been able to react – to fight back, overpower, or run away. But this lack of freedom brought its own sense of freedom – freedom from making decisions, from having to choose tactics and reactions. Now he could do nothing except stare up at the glorious young man dominating him, surrender to him, relax and enjoy the exquisite sensation of the ultimate subjugation, a cock owning his ass.

"You feel it, don't you, Larry?" Kyle said standing beside the bed, his arms wrapped round his raised leg. His voice was soft, hypnotic. "There's no sensation like it – surrendering your ass to another man. It's not only my brother's dick inside you that will make you cum this time. It's that magical feeling of captivity. You are my brother's prisoner. You are in his power. You have to do whatever he commands. Tell him what you want, Kevin."

Kevin's eyes bored into his young captive. "I want to cum in your ass, Larry. But I have to see you shoot semen over your body too."

Larry gasped, "But I've only just cum. I can't do it again ... I can't."

Kevin smiled. "But you see, Larry, the choice is not yours to make. You can't make any choices. You're helpless. Pull on those ropes and you'll see. I make the choices, I give the orders. And I'm ordering you to cum. Look at me, Larry. This is why you are here – to please me and my brother.

"Who knows? Maybe we will keep you imprisoned in this room, tied up as you are now to serve our sexual needs. Think of it Larry. You will be our sex slave. No one will save you. No one knows you are here except the tribe and they all love us, they would let us keep a sex slave. Every day you will watch us make love and then we will take turns fucking you, fucking your ass, your face, then fucking you again.

"It will be your life. Your only purpose in life will be to service our needs. And you will come to love it, to crave it. As you do now. You want it, Larry, don't you? You want to feel my cum flowing inside you while I watch yours pour over your body. Will you do that for me, Larry?"

The fantasy of being a sex slave to these beautiful brothers had swept Larry into another world and he said, "Yeah, oh yeah. I'll do whatever you say. I'll cum for you. Fuck me, sir. Please fuck me. I want your juice inside me ... I'll cum for you ... now ... now ... aaagh!"

Larry felt Kevin's cock erupt inside him as his own cock shot yet another load all over him. His heart was pounding, his breath heaving, his thoughts spinning and he closed his eyes, and for a moment all sensation shut down. He was dimly aware of voices in the far distance, of something pulling out of his ass. There was movement ... hands ... something ... something pushing back in his ass.

That brought him back to the moment, he opened his eyes and Kevin was fucking him again. He frowned in confusion as the face smiled and the voice said, "No, Larry. Not Kevin this time. This is his twin brother, Kyle. People always get us confused so they treat us equally. We always get the same as each other ... even now ... especially now. You spilled your load for my brother and ... and we have to be treated equally."

"No, dude, no way. I can't cum again. I'm finished, drained." His legs were hooked over Kyle's shoulders who now fell forward and clamped his hands over Larry's forearms, pinning them to the bed. "Yeah people always get us confused. They think we look alike and think alike. But that's not quite true, dude. See I'm rougher than my brother. When I fuck it's more like Randy.

Kyle again lapsed into his hypnotically seductive voice. "You remember Randy, Larry? You remember him fucking you ... a bit like this?" Kyle accelerated the pace and force of his fuck – not savage like Randy but more forceful than Kevin. "Remember how it felt, dude? How he pinned your arms to the bed like this while he pummeled your ass with that massive shaft of his.

"He says he's gonna work you out on the gym and then fuck you every time. Every day he's gonna pound your ass. And you know what that feels like ... tell us what it felt like to get fucked by the big savage gypsy, Larry. You feel that dick in your ass? Tell us, dude."

By now Larry was drifting in a hazy consciousness somewhere between reality and fantasy. "Oh yeah ... Randy. He fucked me so good ... that body, that gypsy face and those blue eyes. Man, it felt incredible. He made me cum as soon as he pushed his cock in my ass. Then he fucked me ... fucked me hard ... but he wouldn't let me cum again until he did. I felt his cock getting bigger inside me and he said, `here it comes boy', and he busted his load inside me."

Kyle growled like Randy. "OK, boy. Cum for me. Now!'"

The vision of Randy was vivid in Larry's mind as he howled, "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir ... I love you sir ... I love you ... aaagh!" Larry's body shuddered and his cock erupted one more time as Kyle poured semen into his already cum-filled ass.

A short while later the three of them were back sipping wine in the living room where they had begun. "I guess this is where we came in," Larry grinned shyly. "Guys, you were totally amazing in there but ... like, did I make a complete ass of myself?"

"Why would you say that?" Kevin asked. "You were great ... slipping into that Randy fantasy and shooting a third load like that was classic. Man, you learn quickly. OK, Kyle, how many orgasms is that now?"

"Nine," Kyle grinned, "since yesterday morning. Must be a record. Even Eddie can't beat that and we call him Hassan's little gusher."

Larry shrugged. "I guess it's been building up inside me for years ... and you guys released it."

"Yeah, well when your reputation gets around the other guys will be lining up to get a crack at you. But like Doctor Steve said, easy does it, kiddo."

Larry frowned. "There's just one guy I'm worried about and that's Brandon. You know all the boys so well maybe you can tell me what I should do. You know what happened when I first came here yesterday. Brandon was the first guy I met and I acted like a bigshot and insulted him, tipped him out of his wheelchair and injured his arm. It was one of the worst things I've ever done and I feel ashamed. I tried to apologize but he waved it off with `No hard feelings ... these things happen'.

"Randy said I can make amends by offering to drive Brandon while his arm's in a sling. He uses hand controls in his truck so he won't be able to drive himself. But you all say he's so independent that he refuses all offers of help. So what can I do?"

"I wouldn't worry about it," Kevin said. "You know how Brandon accepted your offer of help serving brunch today? He did that to help you fit in and become part of the group. This will be the same. He'll accept you as his driver `cos he'd consider that not as asking for help but giving help – given you an opportunity to make amends."

"I hope so," Larry said. "Hey maybe we should get back down there with all the guys. They'll be wondering what we're doing."

"No they won't," Kyle chuckled. "They know just what we've been doing ... well, maybe not all the details but they have the general idea. But you're right, we should show our faces down there. Here's that clean T-shirt I offered earlier. And I guess you're gonna keep the old one, with Steve's jizz all over it."

"You betcha," Larry laughed.

When finally they emerge outside all eyes were on them as they sat at the long table. The boys were bursting with questions but it was Bob who spoke first. "Welcome back, Larry. Did the twins take good care of you? They gave you a clean shirt, I see."

"That's not all they gave me, sir." He blushed and lowered his voice. "Your boys are absolutely amazing sir. Of course you know that `cos they said when you're with them you ..." He winced and blushed deeper. "Sorry, sir ... foot in mouth again."

Bob roared with laughter. "Nonsense, kiddo. Everyone knows what the twins and I get up to. I tell Randy, he tells Pablo who tells Darius and ... well you know how that goes by now – the good old bush telegraph, always buzzing."

Bob saw Mike smiling at Larry so he turned to Randy and left them alone. Larry smiled shyly at Mike and shrugged his shoulders. "Hello, sir. Am I doing OK, d'you think?"

"Well you would know that better than me, kid, but from where I'm sitting it looks like you're doing just fine. Don't overdo it though, take it easy. Don't wanna tire yourself out."

"I won't, sir. I don't tire easily." He hesitated. "Are we still ... I mean, is it still OK if I sleep in your bed tonight sir?"

"Hell yes. Looks like I'll be the envy of the tribe. And you'll be so whacked out by then you'll fall asleep as soon as I put my arms round you ... which is just the way I want it ... for now. I want you to sow your wild oats, get it all out of your system before you come to my house next weekend. Then it'll be just us two."

"Can't wait, sir," Larry grinned.

"Er, by the way, I think Brandon wants a word with you."

Brandon wheeled up beside him and grinned, "Guess you're settling in OK, dude, if the rumors are correct – and they usually are."

"Yeah, I'm ... I mean I ..." he stammered not knowing how to phrase his offer to help him. But he needn't have worried – the twins had been right about Brandon who with his usual tact and foresight did it for him. "Dude, I hope you don't mind but I'd like to ask you something. Right now as you see," he grinned down his left arms in a sling, "I can't drive my truck so ..."

"And it's all my fault, Brandon. I'll never forgive myself for ..."

"Nah, nah, that's all water under the bridge, but there is something you could do for me. See I have an errand to run later. I gotta pick up some potting soil from the nursery and take it up to me and Pete's bungalow for some planting we're doing. And I was wondering if I could recruit you as my driver. I'd ask the other guys but they all have plans later and ..."

"Sure, sure," Larry said eagerly and with relief, "I'd be happy to. I can drive you whenever you want this week while I'm staying here. No problem at all."

"Great. We can take Pete's truck." Brandon grinned mischievously. "Don't worry, it has pedals, not hand controls like mine so you'll be fine. And when we get up to the bungalow I'd like to show you our place, invite you in for a drink if you would like."

"That would be great, dude."

"OK, so it's a deal. But it won't be for an hour or so. Er, in the meantime, Pablo asked me to give you a message when you got back from the twins'. Him and Darius are out back at the garages working on Randy's Harley. They said they had mentioned it to you and wondered if you'd still like to give them a hand."

"Oh, sure, sure. Yeah they told me about it. OK, round there to the right ain't it? I'll see you later dude.

When Larry rounded the corner to the garages he murmured, "Oh shit." Unbelievably he got another boner in his shorts, even after his multiple orgasms so far that day. He was staring in awe at the two muscular young mechanics outside the garage, both of them shirtless. The black guy in black jeans was bent over the Harley they were working on, and the handsome Mestizo in dungarees was kneeling on the ground peering at the engine.

Damn, he thought, everyone in this place is like those fantasy figures he used to come across on porn sites when he was surfing the web. He remembered staring at them – before clicking away in disgust.

But that was in his former life. Now he flashed on the fantasies he had already witnessed in this house – the two muscle-god bosses of the tribe fucking ... then one of them, the rugged gypsy, fucking him ... the handsome doctor stripping naked in his office ... and the identical twins kissing each other, then taking turns butt-fucking him. And of course, as soon as he had got here yesterday, these guys right here, the two mechanics, had forced him to watch while the black guy drove his humongous black rod in the other's perfect ass.

Suddenly Pablo looked up and shouted, "Hey, dude. You come to give us a hand here?" He jumped to his feet and Darius stood near him, the big muscle-Harley between them.

Larry felt his legs buckle as he stared at the tall black muscleboy, stripped to the waist, with oil streaked over his face, chest and arms. Next to him was the black haired Mestizo, also shirtless, also grease stained, his loose dungarees bunched at the waist. A homoerotic picture worthy of any porn site. Darius flashed his gleaming smile and said, "Come take a look at Randy's Harley, kid."

Larry went closer and his eyes gleamed at the sight of the rugged, top-of-the line bike. "Wow, that is some damn hunk of machinery, guys. Better than anything in that motorcycle group I rode with. Looks to be in great shape ... so what's the problem with it?"

"Timing's off," Pablo said. "Keeps missing." While Larry focused on the bike Pablo winked at Darius. "But we can't seem to zero in on the cause. Hey, maybe you can take a look. A third pair of eyes always helps." Of course he and Darius had spotted the problem right away but this was their way of finding out if Larry's claim that he had once worked on bikes was true or if he had just been blowing smoke to impress them."

"OK if I give it a try?" Larry said. They nodded encouragement, he threw his leg over the bike and sat astride it, getting the feel of it. He kick started it and revved the throttle a few times, listening carefully to the roar of the engine. "Hm," he said. "I see what you mean. But it's not the timing. Listen to that sort of cough when I rev the engine. Your problem's in the throttle."

He turned off the engine, got off the bike and knelt beside it. "Thought so, see here? The throttle cable's frayed, must have got nicked somehow. You need a new one. You got any spares?"

"We got spares of everything," Darius said, impressed that Larry had immediately zeroed in on the defect. "Let's take a look in the garage."

"Wow," Larry said, "you're not kidding, dude. You've got a ton of equipment in here. Look at all these cables. Trick is to find the right one." He cast an expert eye over the assortment of coiled cables hanging on the garage wall and selected one. "This is the one – should do the trick."

They went back outside, he knelt beside the bike and picked up a small wrench. Darius and Pablo watch in amazement as Larry efficiently swapped out the cables. They grinned at each other and nodded in silent agreement. "There you go" ... Larry completed his task and turned to look at them with a proud grin.

Still on his knees he found himself staring straight at the bulges in the guys' pants. His eyes traveled up and saw the two shirtless muscleboys, greasy mechanics towering over him, their arms folded across their bare chests. "Did I do OK, guys?" he asked, suddenly nervous."

"You did great, boy, you passed the test," Pablo said, deepening his voice to sound like Randy. "Like I said before, this week we'd like you to help us out as a temporary assistant mechanic on the construction site working on the heavy machinery."

"Thanks man, I'd like that a lot."

"But there's one other thing before a guy comes to work for us. See, me and Darius, we're the senior boys around here, the bosses' boys, Randy and Zack. We know Randy already gave you his seal of approval by fucking your ass, but we've got our own initiation for a new boy ... a sort of hazing. We never force it on a boy, though. You up for something like that?"

Larry felt his cock pulse as he stared up at the two tough senior boys. "Yes, sir," he said.

"Good," Darius said. "OK, since you got here yesterday how many loads of jizz have you shot?"

"Nine ... Kevin counted them. Seven of them today, three just now with the twins."

"Wow, well we won't ask you do that again. How many dicks have you sucked?"

"Just one, sir ... Mike's this morning. First time I ever sucked cock, except all that time ago when Jamie and me broke in and Randy made us give each other blow jobs."

Darius flashed a smile at Pablo. "Bingo! Dude, I think we have a winner. You wanna go first?"

Pablo ripped open his dungarees and pulled out his rigid cock. "Open up, boy. I'll go easy on you as this is only your second time." Larry obediently opened his mouth and his eyes opened wide as the long rod pushed in between his lips and eased slowly down his throat. When it reached the back he choked and Pablo pulled back a little before easing in again.

"Better this time, eh?" Pablo said. "Don't worry kid, you'll soon get the hang of it. Relax your throat muscles and breathe through your nose. There, how's that feel?"

Darius roared with laughter. "Dude, you really expect an answer with your big schlong in his mouth? You're as bad as a dentist – those guys always ask questions just after they shove their tools in your mouth."

Darius's unexpected joke had the effect of relaxing Larry. As Pablo had said, he quickly got the hang of it and with a mix of pride and pleasure feasted on the shaft of the young senior mechanic, the boss's boy. Pablo slowly increased the pace and felt Larry's warm mouth respond, gagging only slightly. Tears began rolling down his cheeks which increased Pablo's sense of dominance over the new boy.

"Hell, it's a whole different thing fucking the face of a rookie ... feels real good. Hey, Darius, grab my balls will ya?" Darius reached down, closed his big hand over his lover's ball sac and squeezed gently. "Oh, man," Pablo gasped, "that is so fucking hot." He grabbed Larry's head and fucked faster. "Shit damn it makes me wanna shoot ... I'm so damn close. You ready Larry, you ready to drink my juice, every last drop? OK, here it comes, boy. Yeah, oh yeah ... fuck ... fuck ... yeaaah!"

As the cock erupted in his mouth Larry choked, suffocating, but he heard Darius yell, "Swallow it, boy ... gulp it down." Reflexively he swallowed hard and was treated to the bitter-sweet taste of a man's semen streaming down his throat. He gulped load after load until Pablo pulled out and said. "Good job, kiddo. You get my vote. Now it's all up to my leather friend here."

Darius eased Pablo aside and Larry found himself looking at the massive bulge under his black jeans. Darius unzipped them and released his huge, ten-inch black club that sprang out and smacked Larry in the face. He gasped, "No, dude ... no way ... it's way too big ... I can't ..."

"What?" Darius teased, slapping his huge cock lightly across his face, one cheek then the other. "You don't want my cock? Hell, you'd be the first guy who didn't. Here lick it, kiddo, lick the head and all the way up the shaft ... get the feel of it."

Larry did as ordered and, once the initial shock wore off and he ran his tongue over it he found himself lusting for the incredible long black pole. "See, not so bad, uh? I know, I know, looks like a lethal weapon ... and it can be if a guy pisses me off enough. But I like you, Larry, so I won't use all ten inches. See if you can take, say, five or six, eh? You want it really, don't you?"

"Yes, sir, I do." Larry opened wide and felt the bulbous head push into his mouth. Using the skills he had just learned with Pablo he took deep breaths through his nose and relaxed his throat. The thick rod seemed to slide in endlessly but as soon as he gagged Darius pulled back and paused before starting again.

Tears poured down Larry's face, he breathed in the heavy odor of sweat and grease, and his desire for the monster cock increased. He even discovered the technique of clenching his throat round it, then releasing.

"Shit damn, you learn fast," Darius said. "Hey Pablo, get behind him and hold his head. I'm so fucking hot I'm moving in for the kill." Pressing against Larry from behind, Pablo held his head rigid while Darius expertly pushed in ever deeper. A cock this big was capable of serious damage but Darius had become skilled at taking a man to the limit and then easing off.

"You're right, dude," he said to Pablo. "A virgin mouth feels awesome. Oh shit, it's hot. Feel that big hunk of meat bulging bigger in your mouth, boy? Means I'm gonna cum. Oh, yeah, here it is, man. This is what a black boy's jizz tastes like. Swallow it, dude ... aaagh!"

The force of the big shaft exploding in his mouth stunned Larry and he momentarily went blank. When he came to seconds later his mouth was still filled with cock and he was gulping frantically until the deluge finally stopped. He felt hands under his armpits, strong arms pulled him up and suddenly Darius's mouth on his, their lips locked together so they were breathing the same breath, swallowing the same cum filling their mouths."

Finally Darius pulled back and beamed at him. "Fucking epic, man. Not many guys could take all that first time round. You're a tough dude. Far as I'm concerned, man, you're one of us."

Twenty minutes later the men and boys lounging round the table were treated to the sight of three shirtless men, Darius and Pablo on either side of Larry, their arms draped across his shoulders. All three bodies were streaked with grease and jism and all three grimy faces sported big smiles. From the jizz still running down Larry's chin it took very little imagination to figure out what they had been up to.

Pablo and Darius went to report back to Randy and Zack and Larry sat down next to Mike, his eyes sparkling. "You're having quite a day, young man," Mike grinned. "I want you to tell me all about it in bed tonight. But also, I don't want to forget your promises. Brandon is over there waiting for you."

"Oh yes, thank you sir. Yeah, in bed tonight sir. Sounds real good." He pulled his T-shirt from his pocket, put it on and ran over to where Brandon was sitting in his wheelchair next to his master Pete. "Hey, Brandon. Sorry have I kept you waiting?"

"No," Brandon smiled, "timing's perfect. The plant nursery's open for another hour." He turned to Pete. "So is it still OK if I show Larry our house after our errand, sir? And even if we ... well you know ... what we talked about, sir."

"Kiddo," Pete grinned, "like I said, the bungalow is yours as much as mine, so you do whatever you want there. Whatever happens is fine with me. Take good care of my boy, Larry, and give him whatever he wants – whatever he asks for."

Larry couldn't miss the conspiratorial twinkle in his eye and wondered what it meant. But he guessed he'd find out. "OK, Brandon," Larry grinned. "Your carriage awaits, my lord."

Pete smiled knowingly as he watched them go off together through the gate.

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 348

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