A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 379 By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 379 – "TYLER LEARNS THE ROPES"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

A new boy drops into the tribe's world - literally. Tyler, 18, still has never even touched a man – until he sees the hot muscle-jock Pablo – and creams his shorts watching him. "OK boy," Pablo says, "time I gave you a lesson on how to service a master." Pablo's lover, the black leatherman Darius says, "Next lesson, boy – I'm gonna make you watch how real alpha men fuck." Then Tyler becomes part of the action

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

After all the intensity of the last few weeks – the anger, resentment, ruptured relationships and eventual reconciliation – the tribe's senior men and their boys decided they needed to get out of town and take a break from drama.

Good luck with that! Drama seemed to follow this group of hot-blooded alpha males no matter how far they traveled.

But Mike's place in Palm Springs was a pretty safe bet. Mike, better known to the tribe as Uncle Mike, was an older man respected by all the tribe, a tough but kind man who even in late middle age still bore an older version of the good looks and husky build of his youth. He had formed an unlikely but loving relationship with a handsome young buck in his early twenties, his boy Larry.

Uncle Mike had enthusiastically agreed to accommodate the large group in his sprawling house. He and Larry both worked in the popular leather bar Mike owned, but they sometimes got tired of local guys in the small desert community and looked forward to visits from the L.A. guys.

And a rowdy group it was. The rugged gypsy boss Randy was with his boy Pablo. Bob with his handsome twins, the young chefs of the tribe. And the Greek-God-like cop with his tanned young surfer jock Jamie.

And finally, the black muscle-hunk Zack and his boy Darius had brought Zack's new man, the stunning Hispanic alpha top-man Miguel, to meet Mike and Larry for the first time. Miguel had already gone through a harsh initiation at the hands of the tribe's leaders, but he knew that out here in the desert Mike was king and would no doubt want to put Miguel through his paces to make sure he was a fitting addition to the tribe.

Miguel's hunch was right. After lunch in the garden all the men sat round the table, Mike lolled back in his chair and said, "So, Miguel, rumor has it that you caused quite a mess of trouble when you first came to town, falling in lust with a certain shit-kicking gypsy we won't mention."

Miguel squirmed uncomfortably and said, "Yes, sir, it's true and I'm not proud of ..."

"Yeah, yeah, well that's no concern of mine, boy ... that's an L.A. thing and I understand you guys have pretty much put the problem to bed. But see, out here I always feel kinda responsible for these guys ... comes from being an opinionated old taskmaster who's been around the block a few too many times.

"Oh, I'm damn sure you make a real tough master, but I often say that the proof of a top-man's real strength is how well he submits to another alpha male." Mike grinned roguishly. "Plus, you should know that my core fantasy has always been watching a good-looking, sculpted muscle-god such as yourself getting dominated by another top – especially if that top is an arrogant young buck out to prove his manhood. OK, big guy ... stand up and strip."

Miguel obeyed and stood naked before the group, his huge cock swinging between his muscled thighs. "Fucking spectacular," Mike said. "So hot that I'd like to give my boy a piece of the action. Hey Larry, drooling over there. What would you like to do for this beautiful man here?"

Larry swallowed, cleared his throat and said out loud. "I would like to suck his cock, sir."

"And so you shall, kid. OK, why don't you take our big stud top man here over to our favorite tree? And don't worry, Miguel. This is just our way of having a little fun out here in the desert."

Miguel grinned and followed Larry to the tree which had two ropes hanging down from a high branch, with leather wrist restraints attached to the ends. A minute later Mike surveyed the spectacle of the swarthy Latino with rugged looks and square stubbled jaw, his magnificent body stretched upward, wrists shackled. "Fuck, do you have any idea how gorgeous you look, man?" Mike groaned. "Of course you do, that makes this even better. Now all we need is an arrogant young stud proving his manhood. Any takers?"

"I guess that would be me, Uncle Mike." Pablo stood up and Mike grinned, "Perfect".

Wearing old jeans and a sleeveless denim shirt, Pablo strode up stared Miguel in the eye. Pablo pulled off his shirt and stood bare chested in beltless jeans, much as Miguel had often seen him as the hot jock mechanic on the construction site. Pablo smiled his sexy crooked smile and raised his arms in a bodybuilder's pose, flexed and kissed his own biceps.

Miguel's cock stiffened as he gazed at the muscular shirtless young jock with his Mestizo features – square jaw, high cheek bones and slightly slanted deep brown eyes. His jet black hair flopped over his forehead into his eyes with their arrogant look he had inherited from his master Randy. He had grown up from the boss's boy to a young alpha stud in his own right, and he now said. "Let's see that cock, man. Look at me ... get it hard."

Miguel's body tensed and his cock rose up stiff. Pablo said, "OK, Larry, that's your cue. Go for it, dude. Get him good and ready for me." Larry dropped to his knees, leaned forward and swallowed the Latino's long shaft right down his throat. Pablo gazed into Miguel's eyes, stroked his face and said, "You are one hot fucking stud, dude. A few years ago, as the boss's boy, I would have called you sir, but right now I am gonna bang your ass, big guy."

So that was Miguel's introduction to the desert, getting his ass ploughed by Randy's boy Pablo and his cock sucked by Mike's boy Larry. It was a homoerotic spectacle for the men and boys watching, and it finally came to an end when Mike said, "Look at that beautiful man suffer, guys. That is what I call pornographic. OK, Pablo, turn up the heat. Finish him off ... make him beg."

Pablo squeezed his arm tight round Miguel's neck, and the tortured musclehunk groaned, "You're gonna choke me ... I can't take anymore. ... my ass is on fire ... my dick's fit to burst ... my body's being stretched on a rack. Aaagh! You want me to beg? OK, I'm begging you ... finish me off. I can't take anymore. Please, I'm begging you, sir ..."

"Un-fucking-believable," Mike said. "OK, Pablo, I needed to hear the macho top man beg, but he's had enough. Do it, boy. The final humiliation. Fill the stud's ass with jizz."

Pablo yelled, "OK, guys, here it comes ... fuck ... I'm gonna cum in his ass ... yeaaah!"

As Pablo's cock erupted in his ass and Miguel shot in Larry's mouth, the awestruck spectators jerked off in mass orgasms, and above the din they heard Uncle Mike laugh, "Thank you, God. Now I can die and go to heaven a happy man."

Pablo pulled his cock out of Miguel's shattered ass, then faced him and kissed him ravenously. But they were startled by a sudden loud crack that came from the dense trees by the fence, followed by a howl of pain. Stuffing his cock back in his jeans Pablo ran to the trees, dived into the bushes ... and hauled out, by the scruff of his neck, a fresh-faced boy in a torn T-shirt, trembling with fear.

Holding the back of the boy's T-shirt in his fist Pablo stared down at his scared round eyes. "So what the fuck have we got here?" he asked, with a trace of amusement in his voice. "Did you just fall out of that tree, kid?"

"Y ... yes, sir."

"You ripped your shirt. Did you hurt yourself?"

"I ... I don't think so, sir."

"What's your name?"

"Tyler sir," the boy stammered.

"OK, Tyler-sir, and how old are you?"

"Eighteen, sir."

"Eighteen, eh?" Pablo looked down at him, at his cute but frightened freckled face, big blue eyes, tousled brown hair and lithe young body under his torn T-shirt. "So, Tyler-sir, were you jerking yourself off in those trees spying on us?"

"Yes, sir."

"OK, so tell me this. When you shot your load what were you looking at, what made you cum?"

"You, sir. I was looking at you."

Pablo roared with laughter, "Well, guys, the kid's got taste, I'll give him that. But he's a Peeping Tom. We can't have that ... can't just let him go. So what'll we do with him? What d'you say, guys, what are we gonna do to young Tyler-sir here?"

Uncle Mike chuckled. "I'd say he's all yours, Pablo. Finders keepers. It's your call."

******************** CHAPTER 379 *********************

Pablo glanced at Randy, who grinned and shrugged, "Go for it dude." Randy was always full of pride for his boy, whatever he did, though Bob and Mark shared rather apprehensive glances. Emboldened by his dad's encouragement Pablo turned to face the boy trembling before him.

"Well, kid, I guess the first thing is to release this man who has suffered so magnificently for us. I think I'll let you do the honors." Tyler frowned and hesitated. "Wha's the matter, boy? You do know how to unbuckle wrist restraints, don't you? It ain't rocket science."

"I ... I can learn, sir." He stumbled over to Miguel, caught the faint look of amusement in his face, then averted his eyes upward to his bound wrists. After some nervous fumbling he managed to free them, Miguel's arms dropped and he rubbed his wrists. Pablo held out his hand and gripped Miguel's in a firm handshake. Then Pablo raised Miguel's arm up in a gesture of triumph, to the cheers of all the onlookers.

Miguel returned to the table where Mike pulled him down beside him and threw his arm over his shoulder, which everyone understood was Mike's show of approval. "That was some damn porn show, stud. Man, you looked fucking spectacular. You fit right into this tribe. Thanks for bringing an old guy's fantasies to life. Drink up now, and let's see how Pablo handles this unexpected kid who has literally dropped into our gathering.

Tyler was still trembling under Pablo's stern gaze, though most of the guys correctly guessed that it was less from fear than from adoration of the hot, shirtless muscle-jock. "You know what I think, boy? Those ropes hanging there – shame to let them go to waste. How do you feel about taking Miguel's place?"

"Whatever you say, sir."

"That means I'm gonna tie you up, kid, but you know you can trust me, right?"

"Yes, sir, I trust you."

"Wrong answer, boy," Pablo barked, making Tyler wince. "OK, now listen good – rule number one. When you meet a guy for the first time and he says you can trust him – don't. Guys always say that and there are some bad dudes out there. Got that?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

"OK, so here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna tie you up just like you saw before, except that I won't buckle the restraints tight. That way, if you get scared or panic, you can pull your hands free. Hell, I'll even let you leave a free man. You can leave now if you want to.

"I ... I would like to stay, sir, please."

"Good answer this time. OK, come here." Pablo grabbed Tyler by the back of his neck, pushed him over to the tree, raised his arms and buckled the restraints loosely round his wrists. As he reached up he pressed his bare chest against Tyler's and buried the boy's face in his sweaty armpit hair. He held it there longer than necessary until he heard Tyler gasping for air.

Pablo backed off. "Sorry about that, kid. I worked up a real man-sweat from fucking that stud just now and you got a load of my stinking pit. OK, let's take a look at you." He stood back and stared hard at the bound boy who, far from panicking, showed no sign of wanting to break free.

Randy was grinning broadly, and smiled proudly at Bob who recognized the I-told-you-so look on his face. Bob had to admit that Pablo was doing everything right so far, including the basic warning never to trust a stranger. Mark leaned close and whispered in his ear, "Seems like our Pablo is growing up."

The reason for their apprehension was Pablo's past history of dealing with a boy. The hot young gymnast Tommy was now the house manager for Randy's brother Steve and his lover Lloyd at their grand house in the Hollywood Hills, but when Tommy first came to the tribe Pablo claimed him as his boy, his main focus being cutting the Golden Boy down to size. That experiment hadn't worked out and Tommy soon moved out to Steve's house.

But Randy had no such qualms now as he proudly watched Pablo deal with the boy in the same way he himself would have, recognizing that Pablo was giving him the full treatment.

Tyler was withering under Pablo's stern gaze – but the boy couldn't take his eyes off him. Pablo knew exactly what he was doing, knew exactly the effect he was having on the boy. He ran his hand over his own gleaming chest and flicked away the sweat. He raised his arm sniffed his armpit and winced, "Damn, I stink of fucking sweat. I should be used to that working as a mechanic on a construction site stripped to the waist like this."

He stroked his own chest again, his fingers lingered over his nipple and he inhaled sharply, letting his other hand stray down to the bulge in his jeans. Tyler was mesmerized by the sight of this muscular jock – a mechanic, he had said – and fantasized about watching him work, his face and chest streaked with grease. The feel of the restraints round his wrists also turned him on and there was no way he would disappoint this incredible man by pulling free.

Suddenly Pablo said, "Damn, I gotta take a piss." All that beer I drank. He walked over to the long grass, murmuring on the way, "Sorry about this, Mike." In full view of the bound Tyler he yanked open his jeans, pulled out his semi-hard cock and pointed it down to the grass. Tyler watched spellbound ... and waited.

"Mmm," Pablo groaned, "man I needed this." A long stream of steaming piss shot from his cock and into the grass. "Shit that feels good. I needed to piss so bad I could'a put out a fire."

When he finished he took a few steps closer to the bound boy staring at him awestruck. Pablo held his cock and shook drops of piss from it. He chuckled, "Hell, I should'a waited till I had some guy staked down to the ground and I could'a pissed all over his bod and his face. That stuff gets me off. You wanna see how I do it?"

Pablo raised his arm and linked his hands behind his head, flexing his biceps. "See, when I'm hot and sweaty at the construction site, smeared with grease, I would grab a kid like you, stake him down on the ground and, without even touching my dick, piss all over him – make him open his mouth and drink it too. Let's see if I got any left here.

Tyler pulled on the ropes binding him and stared at the handsome shirtless mechanic, his muscles rippling and gleaming in the sun, and when a few last spurts of piss shot from his dick onto the ground the boy's breathing got hoarse, his body tensed and, "Aaah ... aaagh!"

Pablo looked at him and grinned, "Did you just cream your shorts, kid?"

Tyler blushed deeply and panted, "I ... I didn't mean too, sir ... couldn't stop. I'm sorry, sir ..."

Pablo stuffed his cock back in his jeans and walked up to him. "Here's rule number two. You never have to apologize if you get off looking at a guy so much it makes you bust a load. It's a compliment to the guy. So, let's get a good look at you. This torn shirt's no more damn good."

In one move he yanked the shirt off his body, then ran it over his own sweaty body and wiped it under his armpits. He wiped the end of his cock with it, soaking up the last drops of piss then stuffed it in the boy's gaping mouth. "Breath in hard through your mouth, boy."

Tyler did as ordered and moaned in ecstasy as he smelled, tasted the juices of this awesome man. Then Pablo pulled the shirt out and stuffed it in Tyler's back pocket. "Here's what I want you to do, kid. When you get home you're gonna press this stinking shirt over your nose and mouth, breathe in hard and jerk off while you picture me fucking that Hispanic muscle-god, pressing my sweat-soaked body against yours, pulling my dick out and pissing in the grass."

"Yes, sir, definitely, sir. And I'll keep the shirt always." He blushed deeply.

"Good boy. Now let's take another look." Pablo stood back and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm ... you know you got good definition there, but you're a bit scrawny. You go to the gym?"

"No, sir. I would be intimidated by the muscleboys there."

"Hah ...rule number three. Never be intimidated by gym jocks. They're all looking at themselves in the mirror anyway. Anyway, wouldn't take long to get some meat on those muscles. I'd give you to my dad in the gym. `Course, he'd prob'ly wanna butt fuck you after the workout, so never mind. Anyway, first you need a good meal. When did you last eat?"

"Er, I ... er, yesterday morning, I think, sir."

"Holy crap no wonder you look half-starved. Hey, Uncle Mike, is there any food left there?"

Mike was thoroughly enjoying himself watching Pablo introduce this scared kid to the joys of man sex. "In this house? Of course there is, stud."

Pablo asked the group, "You guys have any objection if our hungry friend Tyler joins us?" There was an eager ripple of approval and Pablo released the boy from his shackles. "See that big black mother fucker over there? The name's Darius and he's my boyfriend. You sit between him and me, and don't be scared of all these other guys. Just stick with me and you'll be OK."

Tyler was frozen with shyness in the company of these hot, self-assured men but hunger overcame his nerves when one of the twins put a plate of hot food before him. He was further reassured by Larry who went in the house and came back with one of his T-shirts. "Hey, Tyler, I'm Mike's boy and I brought you this shirt, as yours got ... kinda shredded," he grinned.

Tyler thanked him quietly, put the shirt on and tucked into the food, keeping his head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone.

Darius, who had been amused by the spectacle of his lover Pablo seducing the boy into creaming his shorts, had a big heart as well as a ginormous dick. He nudged Tyler next to him and said, "Hey kiddo, welcome to the club. You see this here?" He held up his camera. "That scene between Pablo and Miguel that you watched from the up in the tree – before the branch broke," he grinned. "Well if you missed anything no sweat, `cos I got the whole thing on video.

"See, it's what I do ... you could say I'm the tribe's historian, filming all the action and writing everything down in my journal. One day I think I'm gonna write down the whole damn story – it would probably run to hundreds of chapters. In the meantime, kiddo, you got a cell phone? Give it to me and I'll copy the video for you so you can watch it at home while you clamp that ripped shirt to your face, breathe in deep and beat your meat."

"Thank you, sir," Tyler said, between mouthfuls of food.

"Hey," Pablo said, "you're really packing that food away. How come it's so long since you ate?"

Tyler gulped down a mouthful and blinked up at Pablo. "Well, sir, I'm kinda low on funds. See, I clean houses for guys around here but it's sorta hit or miss. A few clients cancelled on me and some others still owe me money so ..." he shrugged helplessly.

Pablo, not sure where to take this next, frowned at Bob sitting across the table. Bob gave Tyler one of his warmest smiles and said gently, "Tyler, I'm Bob. Pablo's dad Randy here is my lover and we founded this group. So tell me about you? You still live with your folks?"

Intimidated by this man who looked like Superman, Tyler was nevertheless encouraged by his kind voice and replied, "I never knew my dad, sir, and my mom passed away last year. We lived out in Indio about 25 miles from here and when she died I moved to Palms Springs. I live in a little apartment over a garage, and once the rent is paid there's not a lot left."

He said all this with no trace of sadness or self-pity. It was simply the hand that life had dealt him. Bob glanced at Randy and saw a look on his face that he recognized. Randy was a tough gypsy with the hide of a rhinoceros, but when it came to kids who were bravely scratching a living all on their own his heart melted. Randy now looked searchingly at Pablo who saw the seriousness in his eyes and took it as a challenge.

"So, kiddo," Pablo said lightly, "if you hadn't fallen out of a tree, what were your plans for the afternoon?"

Tyler frowned uncertainly. "Not sure, sir. Go home I guess and ..." he blushed ... "well, I got a lot of porn movies and ..."

"... and they're your best friends, right? Them and your right hand. 'Course, now you've got Darius's video of me and Miguel to keep you company, so what more could a boy ask for?" Pablo glanced over at Mike who knew what he was asking for and nodded encouragement. "On the other hand, you could stick around here, get to know the guys. This gang gets a bit rough at times but, like I said just now, you stick with me and nobody's gonna hurt you."

"Really, sir? You mean that?" Tyler blushed and looked nervously at the group of hot musclehunks round the table. "But I'm not sure I would be ..."

"Listen, kid, don't wimp out on me here. These guys don't bite – especially not when they're sucking cock," Pablo grinned – "so do you wanna hang out with us or not? Or do you have someone waiting for you at home?"

"No, sir ... I mean yes, sir. I mean, yes I would like to spend time with you, and no, I have no-one waiting for me – except my dog. She's waiting for me to feed her so I should walk home and come back if that's OK." Tyler winced, fearing he was making everything too complicated.

"OK, here's what we're gonna do," Pablo said decisively. "I'll drive you to your place, you feed your dog and change those cum-stained shorts of yours, then I'll bring you back here for the afternoon. Sound like a plan?"

"Yes please, sir. Thank you, sir."

Pablo grinned at Randy. "OK if I take your truck, Randy?"

"Sure thing." Randy pulled the keys out of his pocket and tossed them to Pablo who reached up and caught them. "OK, boy, let's go." Pablo looked down at Billy and said, "Stay boy," then strode to the gate, with Tyler trying to keep up with him.

After the truck had started up and pulled away, Bob said to Mike, "Are you sure you're OK with this, Mike ... having a stranger join us?"

Mike chuckled, "Hell, Bob ... when you lot come here I usually expect some kind of riot – a knock-down drag-out fight or a mass orgy at least – so one stray kid is a blip on the radar. I've never seen the boy around town before, certainly not in my bar. Like he said about the gym he'd be way too intimidated."

Mike sighed. "Shy kids like him who wash up in the desert tend to keep to themselves and make do with watching porn. What must have happened here is that the kid saw some hot guys in a truck, followed them home, hid in the bushes and jerked off watching them.

"Damn, he hit the jackpot this time, with our gorgeous Latino top-man getting tied up and ploughed by the stud mechanic. It's lucky for him the branch broke and Pablo yanked him out of the bushes. But Randy, I know how you feel about vulnerable young guys like this Tyler kid. You sure Pablo can handle the situation?"

"Sure I'm sure. You saw how he talked to the kid. Oh I know he fucked up that time with Tommy when we thought Tommy would be Pablo's boy, but he's learned a lot since then, grown up a lot. And most of all he knows how I feel about lonely kids like this one so there's no way in hell he's gonna hurt him. Besides, he'll be under the eagle eye of my good buddy Bob here who won't let him get away with shit. Pablo listens to Bob more than he does to me. Take it from me, Mike, right now that kid is happier `n a pig in shit."

Randy was right, although `happy' didn't start to cover it. Excited, scared, dazed, disbelieving and hugely turned on would be closer to the mark. Tyler felt he must be dreaming sitting shoulder to shoulder in a huge truck with this shirtless dark-haired Mestizo muscle-jock who he had just watched fuck a hot Latino in bondage. He was so lost in his fantasy that he jumped when Pablo said, "So, you see a lot of action around here, kid?"

"You mean, like, noisy crowds and stuff?"

Pablo chuckled, "Nah, I mean sex ... as in fucking, sucking, that kinda stuff."

Tyler blushed deeply. "Well, not exactly, sir, except watching it on videos."

"Yeah, but when you get together with guys, what do you ...?" Pablo turned suddenly to look at the boy. "You do have sex with guys, don't you?"

Another deep blush. "No, sir."

"What, never? You've never fucked, sucked, anything like that?" Tyler shook his head and Pablo muttered, "Jesus Christ, the kid's a virgin."

"Here we are, sir. You just go behind these sheds to the garage and I'm right there."

They got out of the truck and Tyler led Pablo up a rickety outside staircase to the small apartment over the garage. When they went in it took Pablo a few seconds to get adjusted to the gloom, then took in the whole room in one glance. It was so small it looked crowded even though there were only a few pieces of furniture – a bed, armchair, TV and a small bookcase full of videos. There was a tiny bathroom, a kitchenette and that was it.

Pablo flashed on the image of this kid sitting all alone watching videos, eating a meager meal, and his one thought was, `shit, we gotta get him outa here'. Suddenly there was a yapping as a small terrier ran out from under the bed and barked at Pablo who grinned, "Hey, it's OK, girl, I come in peace." Then to Tyler, "Always protective ain't they? My dog's just the same.

"Come here, Milly," Tyler said. "Chow time. Is it OK if I feed her, sir?"

"Hey, it's your house and your dog," Pablo chuckled. "You don't need my permission, kiddo."

Tyler opened the small fridge that was mostly empty except for a few cans of dog food. Pablo watched as Tyler bent down and scooped food into the dog's bowl, chatting softly to her. Despite himself Pablo found his eyes getting moist, especially when Tyler looked up at him and smiled for the first time – a shy smile that transformed his freckled face from cute to handsome.

Pablo said, "Even though money's tight Milly eats first, eh, no matter what? That's how I always was with my dog Billy. So, this is where you spend all your time. It sure looks neat – that's what comes of being a house cleaner for other guys, I guess. And these are your buddies," running his finger over the shelves of videos.

"Pretty much, sir," Tyler said. Pablo was being so casual and friendly that Tyler was losing some of his shyness. He still could not believe that this gorgeous man was standing here shirtless in his apartment. He stared at his muscular torso and impulsively blurted out, "Sir, would it be alright if I touched you?" then blushed at his own boldness.

Pablo gave an amused smile. "Sure, dude. Go for it."

Trembling, Tyler reached forward and touched Pablo's pecs tentatively with his fingertips, then with mounting confidence until he was running his hands over his chest and abs, gleaming with a sheen of sweat. His breath became ragged and he whimpered softly, but Pablo said, "Don't you dare cream your shorts again, boy. From now on you cum only when I give you permission, otherwise I'll string you up like I did Miguel and whip your ass. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir," Tyler said quickly, though that erotic prospect, far from scaring him, made him even hornier.

"Is this ... is this the first time you've ever touched a guy like this, Tyler?" He blushed and nodded. "Shit damn, I gotta bring you out of this shell you've been hiding under like a snail. Here, let's start with this. He put his hand behind the boy's head, pulled his face forward and buried it in the cleft between his pecs. "Lick it, boy, suck up that man sweat."

Tyler was in a trance, sensually overwhelmed by sight, touch, smell and taste. He felt as close to this sexy man as he could be, his face pressed to his muscular chest. Pablo gripped the boy's head and moved his face up to his armpit, burying it in his wiry black pit hair. When he finally pulled him away Tyler's eyes were shining, his face gleaming with Pablo's sweat, drool running down his chin.

"That's more like it," Pablo grinned. "While we're at it I may as well give you the first lesson in how to service a master. First, go and wet a facecloth with warm water." Tyler stumbled to the little bathroom and came back with the warm, wet cloth as ordered. "On your knees, boy."

Tyler fell to his knees, his face level with the bulge in Pablo's jeans. "OK, now unbutton the fly." His heart beating wildly, his trembling fingers fumbled at his task and as he pulled open one button after another he gasped as he got his first glimpse of wiry black pubic hair. "Put your hand in and pull out my cock." Tyler hesitated and Pablo growled, "I said do it, boy."

"Aaagh," Tyler gasped as his fingers curled round the muscle-jock's stiff rod and he pulled it free. It sprang out pointing straight at the boy's face.

"OK, the last time that dick was out of my pants it was up the ass of that hot Latino when I was reaming him. So we want it clean. Wipe it thoroughly, kid."

Tyler wiped it as if it were fragile, though it was obviously far from that. It was solid flesh with veins standing out on the long shaft. Like a boy worshiping at a shrine Tyler wiped it carefully and lovingly from the tip all the way up to the tangled pubic hair.

"That's enough, drop the cloth. Now, see that clear juice oozing out of the tip. That's called pre-cum. I want you to touch it with the tip of your tongue and pull your face back slowly."

His heart pounding Tyler fought to steady himself, and he did as ordered. He marveled at the bitter-sweet taste and, as he drew back he was pulling a fine thread of sticky liquid like a strand of silk. "Good boy. Now, take a good hard look at that cock. You wanna worship it don't you?"

"Yes, sir ... very much, sir," the boy answered hoarsely.

"Right, lick that big head." Nervously Tyler poked his tongue out again and his heart skipped a beat as he tasted the smooth hard flesh. "Now see that hard ring around the base? That's called the corona, the most sensitive part of a man's schlong. Lick that now, gently."

As the boy obeyed Pablo sighed deeply and moaned, "Yeah, work your master's cock, boy, service him like his cock slave, `cos next he's gonna force his dick in your mouth."

The pungent taste of the cock, the master's moans of pleasure and now the threat of having the rod shoved in his mouth almost pushed Tyler over the edge and, breathing hard, he suddenly pulled back and gasped, "No ... no ..."

Pablo growled, "Did you cum, boy? Did you fucking cream your shorts again? `Cos if you disobeyed me, I'll fucking teach you a lesson you won't fucking forget."

"No, sir, please, sir, I swear I didn't cum, sir. Do you want me to show you my cock, sir?" and he started to unzip his shorts.

"Did I tell you to take out your fucking cock, boy?"

No, sir," Tyler said, close to tears. "I'm not very good at this, sir. I know I'm messing up but ..."

Pablo's voice softened. "The reason you don't have to prove it, boy, the reason I believe you, is that you would never lie to me ... a boy never lies to his master. So calm the fuck down. I know you're new to this, so you wanna continue with your lesson?"

"Yes please, sir. I want to please you so bad."

"Good ... you're doing fine for a rookie. Let's go on. This time I want you to open your mouth wide." Tyler did as instructed and watched with a mix of desire and terror as the long, thick shaft approached his gaping mouth, entered it and pushed slowly inside. When it touched the back of his throat his gag reflex kicked in and he choked and pulled his head back.

He looked up with tears running from his eyes and drool over his chin. "I ... I'm sorry, sir. I've never ... I couldn't ... it made me ..."

"Be quiet and listen to me. Us guys have a major rule that we never make another guy do something he don't want to. So make sure about this, kid. Do you wanna suck my dick and drink my jizz?"

"Yes, sir, more than anything," Tyler said with an edge of desperation. "But when I ..."

"OK, OK, but you have to listen to me and do exactly what I say. I'm the master – I'm in charge – and I'm not gonna hurt you. Right, open up again. Tyler obeyed and this time things went more smoothly. Pablo pushed in slowly but this time stopped short of his gag reflexes. "Now close you lips round it and breathe through your nose. Do that all the time, that's important. Now, I'm not gonna move ... I'll leave it up to you ... in your own time."

Tyler had seen enough blow-job videos to last a lifetime so he knew exactly what was expected of him. Carefully his pulled his face back and pressed his lips round the hard rod as it slid from his mouth. It was a whole new experience – and he loved it. Pretty soon he was sucking the cock back and forth, carefully at first but with growing confidence. It was a total fantasy. He had seen this beautiful man dominate another, fucking his ass, and now here he was, Tyler, in his own room, sucking the man's dick.

All his fear and inhibition vanished in his lust to please this hot muscle-jock and soon he was pushing forward so the cock drove in past his gag reflexes and down his throat. His face was pressed into the damp, sweaty pubic hair and he inhaled deeply through his nose, intoxicated by the taste and smell of the man's crotch.

He had gone from mild to wild as he became obsessed by Pablo's cock, desperate to give him pleasure, desperate to make him cum so he could drink the semen of the man he worshipped. He had never felt anything like this in his life – his heart was pounding in his chest, his body was on fire ... and his cock was throbbing in his shorts.

Pablo knew that the boy couldn't hold back his orgasm much longer. Time to finish him off. He grabbed the boy's hair and forced his face back and forth on his cock, harder and harder.

"You're doing great, boy. Man my cock feels good. You feel it swelling in your mouth? That means my balls are ready to explode and shoot jizz along my rod and in your mouth. Pull out your dick, kid." Without slowing down Tyler fumbled with his fly and managed to yank out his shuddering penis, hard as a rock.

"OK, just hold it still. Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna cum right when I tell you too. And only then will my dick blast semen in your mouth and down your throat. And you're gonna swallow every last drop. Shit you make me hot, kid. You're a natural cock-sucker. OK, here we go. Do it, boy. Cum ... now!"

At last Tyler was allowed to release all his pent-up juice that had been straining his balls. He screamed into the gag of Pablo's cock and his own cock exploded in a shower of jizz that splashed down on Pablo's boot and jeans. His body jerked, his throat muscles clenched round the cock as Pablo yelled, "Yeah, here it comes ... drink your master's sperm, boy. Drink it all."

Pablo held Tyler's head with both hands, drove his cock right down his throat and it erupted with hot jizz that poured inside the virgin mouth. Shocked but elated Tyler gulped frantically. He was drinking a man's cum for the first time in his life, and a man as beautiful as this one.

He breathed through his nose as ordered and swallowed gulp after gulp of bitter-sweet semen until at last Pablo pulled his cock out. Gasping, Tyler looked up at Pablo, his mouth sagging open, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Here's a bonus, kiddo. You earned it." Pablo stroked his cock and spurted the last few jets of cum in the boy's face to add to his tears.

"You did great, kid. Especially as this was the first time you ever sucked cock." As he looked down at the cum-spattered face Pablo was amazed to see the features crumple up, the lips pout ... and suddenly he was sobbing, uncontrollably, pressing his face against Pablo's thigh.

"Hey, hey, what's all this?" Pablo reached down, pulled the boy up and held his head as he buried his face in his shoulder. His body was heaving, racked with uncontrollable sobs.

Pablo knew what it was. He remembered his own intense relief long ago when Randy had rescued him from a life of abuse and he had held on to him tight on the back of his motorbike. That's what this boy must be feeling after years of loneliness and quiet desperation where he had bottled up his desires and never even touched a man.

Gradually he seemed to collect himself, pulled his head back and said through his tears, "I'm sorry sir. I know that real men don't cry ... it's just that ..."

"Hey," Pablo grinned, "my dad Randy always says that real men don't give a shit what `real men' do. I think I've seen every man and boy in our tribe with tears on his face at one time or another." Tyler thanked him with a watery smile. "Listen, kid, let's get the fuck out of here. Bring your dog too – she can meet Billy. Don't bother to clean yourself up."

Tyler brightened. `I don't want to clean up, sir. I don't think I'll ever clean up again," he smiled and licked cum from his lips ... the first hint of mischief Pablo had seen. Tyler turned to Milly who had watched the whole thing in quiet confusion. "Come on, girl, there's someone you gotta meet." Milly bounded in front of them down the steps, and they all piled into the truck."

As they drove back to Mike's Tyler said, "Sir, was I really OK?"

"You mean cocksucking? Hey, you made me bust my load in you, didn't you? Not bad for a rookie. You've still got a lot of other stuff to learn, but there's time."

Tyler clung to those last words like a shipwrecked sailor clings to a lifebelt.

In their absence Pablo and Tyler had been the hot topic of conversation and speculation among the guys kicking back round the pool after lunch. Billy suddenly pricked up his ears and whimpered happily. He was always the first one to hear the truck from a way off.

When the gate opened all eyes searched the pair for clues – which weren't hard to spot. Pablo's boots and jeans had stains that looked like cum, and Tyler's face was clearly splashed with dry cum. Darius whispered to the twins, "Blow job, I'd say. Definitely."

Then they saw running behind them a small terrier mix, about as scrawny as his owner. The dog stopped dead in his tracks, looked at Billy and barked her head off. "Back off, Billy," Pablo said, and stooped down to stroke Milly as a sign to him that this was a friend. Billy walked up slowly, licked Pablo's face, then walked round and sniffed Milly's butt.

Then he licked Milly's face and Pablo grinned, "Well, looks like she passed the butt test. Guys, this here is Tyler's dog Milly. Zack chuckled, "Billy and Milly – sounds like a Vaudeville act."

"With that settled the group went back to their noisy overlapping conversations. Mike said to Pablo, "Is your boy still wearing the shorts he creamed earlier? And he's got almost as much cum on his face. Don't you think he could use a shower and a change of clothes?"

"Well, he says he never wants to wash the jizz off again," Pablo grinned, "but there's more where that came from,"

"Hey, Larry," Mike said, "why don't you take Pablo's boy Tyler in the house and let him use the shower? And sort out some clothes for him to wear, some swim trunks."

Tyler looked at Pablo, who smiled and nodded. Larry put his arm round Tyler's shoulder. "Come on dude ... a nice warm shower and then we'll get you fixed up."

After they left Pablo said, "Uncle Mike, I don't know why you're calling Tyler `my boy.' Jumping the gun a bit, aren't you?"

"Am I? Oh take no notice of me, boy. I was just adding two and two and coming up with four, is all. My math skills ain't what they used to be."

"The point is, Pablo," Bob said, "what do you think of the boy?"

"Well, sir ..." He hesitated and then a determined look settled on his face that Bob had seen often enough on Randy's. "One thing I know is that I gotta get him out of that place he lives in. It's not much bigger than a closet and he's all alone there, him and his dog. He's insecure, has no life and spends most of his time watching porn."

"Maybe that's what he prefers," Bob suggested.

"Hell no!" Pablo said forcefully. "That kid has cravings, lusts, he's just bottled them up. When it comes to men he's a virgin, for god's sake. It all came pouring out when he sucked my dick, and he ended up sobbing like a baby like he'd just been released from a locked-up life. And you know what's in his fridge? Cans of dog food, that's all. He feeds the dog and goes hungry himself, just like I used to do with Billy before I met Randy and ..."

Pablo turned away, his eyes moist with tears, then collected himself. "All's I'm saying is that I can't leave the kid like that. There's so much I could do for him – change his life. But that don't make him my boy."

"Not yet, kiddo," Randy said. "That kinda thing you have to take slowly. `Course, when I met you out in that run-down desert gas station I knew right away so I just threw you over my motorbike and took you the hell out ... but you were different."

"Plus I had a cute ass."

"Well, that too," Randy chuckled, causing laughter all round.

Pablo turned to Darius. "What do you think, dude? After all, you are my lover."

"Hmm, well I think the kid has distinct possibilities, and it's obvious he's totally in love with you already. I just think, like Randy says, you gotta take it slow. You both gotta know what you'd be getting into. I mean he don't know much about you, only what he sees, that you're a hunk. He don't know nothing about you and me either ... although we could soon change that," Darius grinned roguishly.

"If you wanna hurry things up a bit you should just throw the kid in the deep end. And I could help you there. After all, you've already got your rocks off twice this afternoon and I'm still here nursing a stiff dick. Compared to you I feel like a virgin."

"Yeah right ... Darius the Virgin ... a bit of a stretch, dude. OK, so what do you have in mind?"

The rest of the afternoon passed quietly enough, with men lounging in the pool or lazing in the sun. Their minds still wandered on the possibility of Pablo taking Tyler under his wing, though everyone agreed that a go-slow approach was best. At one point Uncle Mike looked up and said, "Well at least two of us have made their minds up already. Look over there."

All eyes went to a shady patch of lawn where Billy was lying, panting, and looking very pleased with himself. Snuggled up against him, fast asleep, was Milly. Darius grinned at Pablo. "Dude, maybe you and Tyler should take a leaf out of their book. Looks like they're on to something." Pablo waved him away with a grin.

He spent a lot of time in quiet conversation with Tyler, asking questions about his life before his mother died, trying to get a sense of who he really was, his values, dreams, aspirations. One aspect of Tyler Pablo couldn't get beyond was his reclusive lifestyle. At eighteen he was still a virgin – well not quite, after he had sucked Pablo off, and been pretty good for a first-timer.

But did he really spend all his time jerking off to porn? That could leave a guy stunted emotionally, not to mention sexually. How would he fit in with the oversexed, anything-goes attitudes of the tribe? Pablo looked back on some of the wilder things they had done – the leather bondage scenes with Zack, some of Randy's crazy King-of-the-Gypsies stunts he had pulled – and he couldn't see how Tyler would react to that kind of action.

So maybe Darius's suggestion was a good one – throw Tyler in at the deep end to see if he would sink or swim. It was now getting close to dinner time and Pablo wanted to clear the air before then. Plus he could always tell when Darius was getting horny – the ten-inch bulge under his shorts was a dead giveaway.

So he said to Tyler. "Dude, I want you to know something about Darius and me. We've been boyfriends for years and we fuck a whole lot. Matter of fact my man is hot to trot right now so we're gonna go inside and get our rocks off. We were thinking you might like to come and watch ... just watch, so you know the kinda stuff we get into. You don't have to, of course ..."

"Yes, sir ... please sir. I would love to." His eyes were shining ... Tyler was hooked.

"OK, Darius," Pablo called to him. "We're ready when you are, stud."

"About time," Darius grinned, "I'm busting my nuts here. OK, we'll go to Zack's and my room."

The others watched them go into the house and Jamie smiled, "The moment of truth, eh guys?"

The guestroom Darius shared with Zack and Miguel was already littered with the paraphernalia of leather sex – a studded harness hooked over a bed post, a leather collar on the floor, the handle of a whip poking out from under the bed. "Don't worry, dude," Darius smiled, seeing the startled look on Tyler's face. "That's not for you. Like my friend here said, you are just gonna watch. Those videos you got, kid, any of them have any leather action?"

"Yes, sir, quite a few. They're my favorites."

"Hah, good answer. So you'll understand what I'm gonna do next. See, when you watch Pablo and me you're gonna want to jerk off, for sure, and we can't have that. So, first you strip naked and sit in this chair." When Tyler hesitated Darius said, "Now look at me dude. I am a big black leatherboy and I can be a motherfucker, so when I give you an order you obey, got it?"

"Yes, sir, sorry sir." Quickly Tyler dropped the swim trunks Larry had given him, pulled off his T-shirt and sat naked in the wooden chair. Darius grabbed a length of rope, pulled Tyler's arms behind the chair and bound his wrists.

"I've tied you tight but it's what we call a safety knot. Feel this end hanging here? You tug on that and you're free. But we hope you won't do that. Now all you have to do is watch ... and, we hope, enjoy. This is the kinda stuff Pablo and me get into most nights." He grinned. "But having an audience is kinda hot – gives it an edge." He turned his attention to Pablo.

"OK you horny mechanic, you're on. Let's see what you got." Pablo and Darius smiled at each other as they slowly stripped, a few feet in front of Tyler's awe-struck eyes. First off came the T-shirts, and they punched the other's pecs lightly then squeezed their nipples. Already barefoot they slowly unlaced their swim trunks ... and let them drop."

"Aaagh," Tyler gasped and pulled instinctively at his bound wrists. This was the first time he had seen Pablo totally naked and ... and the first time he had ever seen a cock as massive as Darius's black ten inches. He blurted out, "No, sir, I can't ..."

"And you don't have to, kiddo. This here weapon don't belong in your mouth ... it belongs here." Darius turned Pablo round and Tyler gasped again at the sight of Pablo's flawless ass, two perfect white globes rising up from the tan line at the waist and curving round to the tops of his muscled legs. Now this here is mine," Darius grinned, "belongs to me. Like we always say, Pablo's ass and my dick – a match made in heaven. What d'ya say, kid? Let's warm it up, eh?"

He slapped his big hand across it several times and Tyler watched in awe as the mounds bounced under the blows and red handprints appeared on the white flesh. The boy's head was swimming. Up to now he had seen Pablo as a rugged stud, a top-man, a master. And now he was offering his ass to this black man, to get slapped and ... and ... surely not. His unasked question was answered right away as Darius said, "On the bed, tough guy."

Pablo strode arrogantly to the bed and knelt on it on all fours, facing Tyler bound to a chair a few feet away. Darius wrapped his fist round his huge, iron-hard shaft and grinned at Tyler. "If you stick around with our crowd, kid, one day you might get to feel this pushing inside you. But that's a long way in the future `cos I hear you have a virgin ass. Right now it's my man here who's gonna get it good – doggy style."

Darius knelt behind Pablo and spat on his cock. "Just spit, kiddo, that's all it takes when you're fucking a real man like Pablo here. Watch how easy it is. He gripped Pablo's waist from behind, held him steady and began the long slide into his ass.

Tyler wanted to look away but found himself mesmerized by the incredible sight of the massive rod disappearing in his hero's ass. "No," he blurted ... "don't, please don't, sir. Don't hurt him."

"Ah, don't sweat it, boy. Believe me, your master loves every last inch of it." And proof of that came from Pablo himself as he raised his handsome sculpted Mestizo face and groaned, "Yeah ... fuck yeah. Work that ass you black stud. Push that fucking pole in my ass. Fuck me, man. Fuck me! Aaagh!"

His blazing eyes met Tyler's as Darius quickly increased the tempo until he was pile-driving Pablo's gorgeous ass with his huge shaft. Pablo threw his head back and his black hair slapped across his face as he howled like an animal in heat. Darius yelled. "Shit damn, that is a prime piece of ass ... feels so fucking great. See that, kid? See that musclehunk mechanic get his ass ploughed by the black leather boy?"

Tyler's cock was pulsing and he pulled at the ropes binding him as he watched Pablo rear straight up on his knees and press his back against Pablo's chest that banged against hm as he fucked. Pablo reached one arm up and curled it over his shoulder and round Darius's neck. He turned his head to the side and met Darius's lips in a grinding kiss as his lover pounded his ass.

"Aaagh!" Tyler had never seen anything sexier in his life ... it was pornographic ... but hotter than any video he had ever seen. He wanted desperately to touch Pablo's sensational body as it got fucked, and he remember how to get free, but knew Darius had warned against it.

He gasped again when Pablo dropped forward again on all fours, his head thrashing from side to side as he took the massive piston up his butt. Suddenly Darius reached down to the floor, grabbed the whip and brandished it, whipping the rippling muscles of the jock's broad back while he jackhammered his ass.

Pablo raised his head and howled, and his mouth sagged open as he met the eyes of the boy tied to the chair. That was it. Tyler didn't care if he broke the rules, didn't care if Darius turned the whip on him. He grabbed the dangling end of the rope, tugged it and felt the rope unravel and fall away. He rose from the chair and knelt on the edge of the bed, pointing his shuddering cock at Pablo's face as Darius tossed the whip aside.

Pablo pushed his open mouth forward and clamped it round Tyler's cock, swallowing it to the back of his throat. Tyler was spinning into delirium. His hero, the muscle-jock he had earlier worshipped, was sucking his cock, getting spit roasted by the leather boy and ... and himself.

He almost lost his nerve until Darius flashed a dazzling smile at him and said, "Awesome, dude ... just what I wanted. I love this man, kiddo, and you have to love him too. Come on, boy, let's finish him off. You ready?"

"Yes, sir," Tyler yelled. "Yesss!" He watched Darius fuck like a machine, then looked down at the dark, handsome face of his master wrapped round his cock, and heard Darius yell, "Do it, boy ... now!" Tyler screamed as his cock blasted his load in the mechanic's mouth, and he felt the throat muscles clench round his cock, swallowing his cum. Darius's gleaming body shook, he pumped his fists high in the air and yelled, "Yeah, I am the king ... fuuuck!'

He poured his jizz in his lover's ass while Pablo's cock erupted in a stream of cum that pooled on the bed beneath him.

It took a while for them to calm down, but eventually Darius and Pablo were kneeling side by side on the bed gazing at Tyler, who stood fearfully before them, head bowed, hands behind his back, waiting for their verdict. He felt he had done wrong, had disobeyed them, and trembled in anticipation of his fate.

So he was surprised to hear Darius say, "Awesome, dude. Fucking great for a rookie. What d'ya think buddy. You think he'll do?"

Pablo locked eyes with Tyler for a few seconds, then a gleaming smile spread over his exotic Mestizo face. He reached forward and ran a hand lightly over Tyler's face and neck. "I think ... I think Tyler here is gonna do fine, Darius. The kid is gonna do just fine."

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 380

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