A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 385 By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 385 – "TYLER GETS DOUBLE TEAMED"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

The young stud mechanic Pablo works on his new boy Tyler to get rid of his shyness and toughen him up. "Come on kid, you're my boy. You can do anything I tell you to – even fuck your master." But later Tyler pays a price for topping Pablo. On the construction site he gets double-teamed by the mechanic and his dad, the construction boss Randy, who grins, "Let's keep it all in the family, eh guys?" _____________________________________________________________________

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

Bob, the much respected co-founder of the tribe, was busy clearing up the mess. It was a task he had faced before, usually thanks to the recklessness of his lover and tribe leader, the gypsy construction boss Randy. Which was the case now.

Randy's adopted son Pablo, now a macho mechanic on the construction site, had asked a shy young man Tyler to be his boy. But Randy, coming home horny from work, had seduced the boy into getting butt-fucked, an act that outraged Pablo and led to a big fight in Tyler's new room.

A devastated Tyler blamed himself, and Pablo didn't help, in a fit of anger, by accusing the boy unfairly of having submitted his ass to another man against Pablo's orders.

"Dammit," Bob had later said to his buddy, the cop Mark, "Why do I always feel like the guy with the shit shovel following the parade and cleaning up the mess?" His first act had been to send Tyler out of harm's way up to Doctor Steve's house, in the care of the ebullient young Eddie who had quickly become a close pal of Tyler.

Randy and Pablo – having been distracted by what Randy called their `blame and shame' routine – realized how badly they had treated the boy and, to make amends, worked most of the night repairing and redecorating Tyler's room. Next morning they proudly showed the beautifully restored room to Bob, and then Pablo announced, "I'm gonna go get my boy. I know he's with Eddie at Steve's place so I'm going up there right now."

But Bob cautioned, "I wouldn't be too hasty, Pablo. I just spoke to Steve and he wants Tyler to spend the day up there so he can check him out and make sure he's ready for what lies ahead."

Once again Pablo's anger flared up and he had a belligerent phone conversation with Doctor Steve, who patiently explained, "Tyler's entry to his new world has been traumatic and confusing. By all accounts he worships you but he's probably racked with doubts and self-recrimination about what happened.

"So in my professional opinion it would be best for him to spend a quiet day up here where I can talk to him casually and get a sense of his feelings and his needs. He'll be with his pal Eddie and he'll get to know Lloyd and Tommy. Tyler will be my patient for the day."

"Your patient?" Pablo snarled, "that's bullshit ... he's my boy. I don't give a shit about no `professional opinion'. Fuck you, doc, and your fancy shrink talk. I'll do what I damn well want."

But Bob intervened and in his quiet, authoritative way said, "Pablo, you're angry right now, and I understand why. But, if you take my advice, you're not in the greatest of moods to reunite with Tyler right now. I think the best thing you can do for now is just go to work.'' Grudgingly Pablo gave in to the man he respected and admired.

Up at Steve's house the doctor talked to a confused Tyler. "I know you are anxious to see Pablo, and that does you credit. But after what happened yesterday I think it would be good if you spent most of today with us before you and Pablo are reunited. Pablo objected strongly, of course – says you are his boy and he wants to come and get you right away. I think his impatience indicates how much he loves you and wants you."

Tyler brightened. "You think so sir?"

"Sure of it. Anyway Bob persuaded him to hold off until after he finishes work and then he'll come. In the meantime I feel it's important for you see how the tribe works, the kind of relationships and interactions the guys have up here, as they can be unusual and surprising to a newcomer. It'll be good for you to meet the other guys here, Lloyd and Tommy.

Tyler's immersion into his new world turned out to be sexy and exciting. The house manager Tommy, a gorgeous blond gymnast known as the Golden Boy, had gone through his homoerotic gymnastic routing in the downstairs gym, and the climax came when Steve's lover, the handsome gym-jock Lloyd, had fucked Tommy while he hung onto the gymnastic rings high above his head. It was a spectacular scene that Tyler watched in awe.

A short time later they all recovered their breath and relaxed by the pool over drinks and sandwiches, eagerly served by Eddie and Tyler. Steve gave a satisfied smile as he watched Tyler, now buoyant and confident, well integrated in the group. The show downstairs had been good for him as he had shed his inhibitions and joined in the fun with gusto.

Tommy's lover Danny had also watched eagerly as his lover got fucked and it was a revelation to Tyler that the two lovers could give each other the freedom to indulge their sexual pleasures in that way, confident that their love would only be strengthened by brief adventures with others.

The upshot was that Steve considered Tyler much more grounded than before and ready for his reunion with his young master Pablo. "He'll be coming up here straight from work on the construction site," Steve said. "And if he's anything like his dad Randy," Steve grinned, "he won't bother to shower or change. You'll have to take him as he comes, all sweaty and greasy."

"Sounds kinda hot, sir, but I'm real nervous. I mean the last words he said to me was accusing me of disobeying him by giving my ass to Randy. You think he's really forgiven me?"

"Tyler," Steve smiled, "I suspect Pablo is wondering the same thing – whether you have forgiven him for what he said. After everything that's happened you'll be a bit shy with each other at first. There's a lot riding on this first meeting and things will be touch and go between you for a while. But I've learned a lot about you today, kid, and I'm betting that things are gonna work out fine."

Tyler spent a relaxing afternoon with the guys, but deep down he was anxious about that first reunion. The tension increased as the time drew near, and Tyler was splashing around in the pool with Eddie, both naked, when Danny shouted, "Hey, Tyler, he's here. Pablo's here."

******************** CHAPTER 385 ********************

Pablo had come for his boy at last. Tyler had a moment of panic as he pulled himself up out of the pool and stood butt naked and soaking wet, water streaming down his freckled face.

And there stood the handsome mechanic, shirtless in jeans and boots, his chiseled Mestizo features and muscular body streaked with dirt and grease from his work on the construction site.

They stood facing each other in silence, not sure how to begin. Then Pablo said, "Hey, kid. You ready to come home?"

The words Tyler had wanted to hear most from his new master – `come home'. And his response rang out loud and clear – "Yes please, sir."

The sexy young mechanic grinned at his boy, walked round the pool and pulled Tyler into a tight hug, to the cheers and applause of the men gathered there. When they separated Pablo looked at his boy and smiled at the smudges of oil running down his wet naked body and freckled face.

"Huh, looks like I've made you as messy as I am, kid."

"I don't care, sir. I like it." In truth, Tyler at this moment would have liked anything Pablo did to him, however messy, but Pablo was impressed just the same. "Actually you look cute like that. We won't wash it off till we get home eh?"

Then Pablo turned to Steve who was sitting with the other guys. "But before we leave, sir, I have some things I have to say. After Bob spoke to me this morning I did a lot of thinking while I was at work and got some things straightened out now that I have a boy of my own.

"First of all, I have to apologize to you, sir, for the way I spoke to you on the phone. I let my anger get the better of me and I was rude and disrespectful to you, a senior man of the tribe and Randy's brother – which I guess kinda makes you my uncle. I should have thanked you for taking care of my boy when I neglected him, and I thank you for that now."

Then Pablo turned to Eddie. "And from what I hear, kiddo, you have been a real pal to Tyler and helped him get through this mess right from the start. They say you talk a whole lot but it seems that you said just the right things to make Tyler feel good.

"And actually that goes for all you guys here who made him feel at home. I know now that my first responsibility is to my boy, and I thank you all for taking care of him until I got my act together." Pablo grinned. "I understand that my boy even got to witness a terrific show by Tommy and Lloyd – even though it did drain him of jizz. Hope there's some left for me."

There was a stunned silence when Pablo had finished his little speech. This was a whole new Pablo – no longer the bossy `boss's boy' but a young man facing up to the responsibilities of adulthood. Steve had had serious doubts about his readiness for a boy of his own but as he looked at Pablo now those doubts dissolved. And Tyler had been dazzled by Pablo's bold speech of apology and thanks that, for Tyler, boosted his stature as a proud alpha male.

Steve stood up and shook Pablo's hand. "That was a great speech, Pablo, and I accept your apology." He grinned, "After seeing my big brother, your dad, fly into so many rages I know just where your sudden anger came from. I once told you I didn't feel you have the temperament to be anyone's master. Well I was wrong. I think you and Tyler will make a great team."

Steve turned to Tyler. "Tyler, you may not have been aware of it but all day today I have observed you and listened to you – and I am impressed. I know you have led a very sheltered and lonely life but I see inside you a bright, self-reliant boy who is ready to blossom as a confident young man, with the guidance and protection of Pablo here.

"As I told you before, this is a new relationship, a lot to work out, so things will be touch and go between you at first, maybe a bit uncomfortable, but I have every confidence that you will make a good boy for Pablo and a welcome addition to the tribe. So congratulations to you both."

Steve hugged Pablo and then Tyler amid a burst of cheering, with Eddie the loudest of all. Pablo smiled at Steve. "Is that it, doc? No therapy session."

"That was it, kiddo. I had intended to see you in therapy sessions, separately and then together. But there's no need. I think you're both ready to work at the relationship and sort things out for yourselves."

"Thanks, doc." Pablo turned to Tyler. "So what do you think, kid? Think we should take a stab at it?"

"I will if you will, sir," Tyler said with a shyly mischievous grin.

"Hey, you're right, doc," Pablo laughed. "There is more to this boy than meets the eye." He shook hands with the other men by the pool while Tyler hugged Eddie. "Eddie, thank you for always being there for me – the best `best friend' a guy could have."

"Aw, weren't nothin' dude. We'll be seeing a lot of each other when you start work at the house, and I'll introduce you to the other boys. And in the meantime if you got any questions or problems you know where to come."

"Thanks dude, but I gotta go now."

"To a whole new life," Eddy grinned, "and just remember, when one of us boys is in trouble the others circle the wagons. And one more thing ..."

"Eddie – I gotta go ... I really gotta go."

"I know you do ... I just wanted to make sure that you know ..."

And Eddie was still talking as Pablo put his arm round his boy's shoulder and steered him out through the gate.

Then suddenly they were alone in the truck – just the two of them. The silence made Tyler nervous and he blurted out, "Sir, I wanna say sorry for disobeying you yesterday. You told me definitely that my ass was off limits to anyone but you, and then I let Randy fuck me. You were right to be angry with me ... I was wrong and I promise I'll never do anything like that again."

Pablo slammed on the brakes as they drove down the hill, pulled over to the side and stopped the truck. Tyler was frightened he had said something wrong but Pablo threw his arm over the seat behind Tyler's neck and kissed him hard.

Then he stared into the startled eyes and said, "Kiddo, we gotta get a few things straight right off the bat. First, you were not to blame in any way yesterday. I know how Randy is when he wants to fuck – determined and sexy as hell. Damn, I should know, if anyone should, the number of times I've been on the receiving end of that cock. No one says no to Randy ... except Bob. That dude can get away with anything.

"Also, you're not the one who was wrong – I was. I got mad and all I could think of was Randy's dick up your ass. So I yelled at you and then pummeled Randy. I should have concentrated on you and sure as hell should have stopped you from running away.

"See, kiddo, I don't want my boy to feel so scared and subservient that he automatically thinks he's done something wrong and apologizes. You're bigger than that, tougher ... or at least you soon will be. Steve saw that in you and I saw it too, though I was a fool to ignore it. You're the boy of a tough stud mechanic – my boy – and you'll hold your head up proud, you get it?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you for saying that, sir."

"Good," Pablo grinned. "Now I've got something to show you that I think you'll like."

He drove on down to the tribe's compound and led Tyler upstairs. He pushed open the door of Tyler's room and let the boy walk in ahead of him. Tyler stood motionless, unable to grasp what he saw, then turned to Pablo and said, "Is this for me, sir?"

"All yours, kiddo. After Randy and me pretty much trashed it with our fight we worked on it most of the night to make everything right. What d'ya think, kid?"

"It ... it's yellow ... my favorite color. And it's so ... gorgeous. I don't deserve it, sir."

Pablo grabbed him by the shoulders. "Now what did I just get through telling you, boy? Don't put yourself down like that. You're my boy, and my boy deserves the best. And this is the best. And look at this ..." Pablo opened the closet then the draws in the chest and displayed the new clothes he and Bob had bought for him yesterday before all the trouble.

"Sir, I ... I don't know what to say." But his shining eyes said it for him, that and throwing his arms round Pablo and holding him tight. Pablo felt the boy's hard dick pressing against his own bulge and pulled apart.

"That's good, kiddo. A boner's good – what I would expect. Now I'll tell you something else. This is your room where you're free to do just as you like. You're the boss here, a place where you can hang out with your buddies or just chill by yourself. Your porn collection is all here if you need it. Just one thing. When I come here you're still my boy and you give me what I want OK?"

"You mean like my ass, sir? Do you want to fuck me now, sir?"

Pablo chuckled. "That's my boy. You're sounding more like one of the clan all the time. And you're half right. But we won't exactly be christening the bed `cos Randy and Bob already did that when they fucked on it this morning. They fuck everywhere all the time, kinda make their own rules. Hope you're OK that they used your bed."

"I think it's hot, sir. I just wish I'd been here to watch."

Pablo threw his head back and laughed. "Hell, you really are getting the tribe's vibe ain't you kiddo? OK, I'll tell them. Next time they fuck my boy's gonna watch. And believe me, it's a hot fucking scene. But right now it's you and me."

Tyler made a move to unbutton his shorts but Pablo said, "No, wait." Pablo was still in the clothes he wore on the construction site – shirtless in jeans and boots – and to Tyler's surprise Pablo now kicked off his boots, ripped open his jeans and let them drop. Then he threw himself on the bed, on his back, naked.

Tyler frowned in confusion, though the sight of the hunky mechanic lying naked before him, hair tousled, his face and body still greasy and sweaty, made the boy's cock even harder.

Which it turned out he was going to need, as Pablo said, "See, the thing is, boy, like I said, you're the boss here in this room. I want you to learn self-confidence, to be assertive. It was the same with me and Randy after we first met, and he knew what to do. That big macho gypsy told me ... to fuck him."

Tyler frowned again as the truth finally dawned on him. "You mean ... you mean that's what you want me to do ... to fuck your ass, sir?"

"Bingo!" Pablo grinned, enjoying his boy's surprise. "Hey, you should be so lucky. Randy always says my ass is so fine it can make grown men weep. See? He rolled over on his stomach and flexed the solid white globes of his perfect ass. Tyler gasped. Pablo turned over on his back again and said, "Come on, kid, don't look so scared. I hear you already fucked your buddy Eddie, is that right?"

"Yes, sir, but ..."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"It felt great, sir, but ..."

"So what's Eddie got that I haven't got?"

"Nothing, sir, I mean ..."

Words failed him and Pablo said more sternly. "There you go again shrinking into that shell, like you're not good enough to fuck ass. All the boys fuck their masters sometimes ... hell, I've fucked Randy a lot. Don't tell me you're gonna wimp out on me, boy."

The challenge had been thrown out and Tyler knew he had to rise to the occasion. His cock had already risen like a flagpole so that wasn't the problem. He just had to get his mind round the idea of topping his master – fucking the muscular mechanic he worshipped. But it had been an order, an order to prove that he was not just a meek boy but a young man who could top another, even one as tough as Pablo.

Above all Tyler wanted to please his master, he wanted to prove himself – and this was the way. He looked down at the muscle-stud lying naked before him, the challenge still gleaming in his eyes. "Come on kid, you're my boy. You can do anything I tell you to, you know you can." Pablo stroked his cock seductively as he stared up encouragingly, instilling him with confidence.

Taking strength from the toughness he saw in his master Tyler pulled off his T-shirt, dropped his shorts, and his cock sprang out hard and proud. He walked toward the bed and knelt on it between Pablo's spread legs. "I need this, kiddo," Pablo said. "I need this to make amends for the way I treated you. Do it for me, Tyler. Do it for your master."

And suddenly Tyler felt a new kind of power surge through him. The beautiful man on the bed was his master, he was his boy, and his master wanted him to be tough. "Just spit on your dick, boy. I'm used to that. Do what I would do." Tyler did as ordered, rubbing spit on his cock as he had seen Pablo do. He was learning to copy his master just as he knew Pablo had molded himself on Randy all these years.

Drawing confidence from the look in Pablo's dark eyes Tyler pushed his master's legs up high and eased his stiff rod between the mounds of his ass. "Make me feel good," Pablo smiled. "You wanna fuck me, you know you do. Tell me, boy ... tell me you do."

"Yes I do, sir," Tyler said boldly. "I want to fuck you because I love you, sir. I want to fuck your beautiful ass ... aaah." He yelled as his cock entered the mechanic's ass and plunged all the way deep inside. He gasped and Pablo said, "Don't cum, boy. Don't cum until I give you permission. Now make me feel good. Fuck me like I fucked you."

Remembering how he had felt with Pablo's rod inside him Tyler pulled almost all the way back, then plunged in again. Quickly he found the rhythm and was soon fucking ass the way he had fucked his pal Eddie. Only this was not a boy he was topping, this was a tough alpha male, a hot mechanic, his muscular body and square-jawed features gleaming with sweat and grease. The man was the boss's son, Tyler's own master ... and he was fucking him!

An image of how Pablo had fucked him flashed on his mind and he instinctively leaned forward and pinned Pablo's wrists to the bed just as Pablo had done to him. Pablo was elated. "That's it, kid, I knew you had it in you. Damn you look hot like that. It feels incredible getting my ass ploughed by my own boy. That's what I want in a boy, one who's gutsy enough to pin his master to the bed and fuck the crap out of him, even if he gets punished for it."

"I don't care, sir," said Tyler, charged with a recklessness he had never felt before. "I don't care if I get punished, if you tie me up, whip me and fuck me. It's worth it to feel your hot ass round my cock. It's worth it to fuck my master. I want to love you, fuck you and get punished by you – I want it all. I love being your boy, sir. It makes me feel like a man."

"And you are a man – my man. So fuck me good, man ... fuck harder, pound my fucking ass, yeah ... make me proud of you, dude."

Tyler had never in his life felt like this, like a young colt flexing his muscles for the first time. His cock, his whole body was on fire as he looked down at the dirt-streaked mechanic writhing beneath him, muscles rippling as his own boy pounded him harder and harder. Tyler shifted his hands off Pablo's wrists and pressed his palms on the solid slabs of his pecs, feeling the sinews move under his hands.

Pablo, his arms now free, grabbed his own cock with one hand and raised the other to squeeze the boy's nipple. "Aaah!" Pablo gasped. "Oh, sir, that's gonna make me cum. Please, sir."

"OK, boy, let's do it. I wanna feel my boy's jizz in my ass while I jerk off. This should do it." He licked his fingers and twisted the nipple hard, sending jolts of pain spearing from Tyler's chest through his whole body and making him scream. "Aaagh ... no ... fuck you ... fuck you, man ... I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum ... aaagh!"

He had never felt an orgasm like this as his cock erupted deep in the ass of his young master whose jizz blasted all over his ripped abs and mixed with the oil and sweat on his heaving chest. Tyler was launched into a world of raw lust and a craving for his master's body. When his cock drained he pulled it out, fell forward and rubbed his cheek against the mechanic's cum-slick chest, then licked the creamy liquid from his stomach, chest and face.

Pablo whooped triumphantly and pulled Tyler down in his arms, feverishly kissing his face, eyes, lips and neck. "I knew you had it in you, boy, I just knew it. Doc Steve knew it too. Damn you were good."

"But those things I said ... was I rude to you sir?"

"Damn straight you were, of course you were, you were cumming in my ass. In the heat of passion there's no holding back, you say what you like, what you feel. And you felt good, uh?"

"I've never felt anything like it, sir. It made me feel ... I dunno ... like ..."

"Like a top man? `Cos that's what you were, fucking your master."

"And, and sir, will I get punished for that?"

Pablo laughed. "Shit damn you want it, don't you? You fucking want it. Damn you really are my boy. Like I said, all the boys fuck their masters sometimes, but what I didn't tell you is that they pay for it later. I'll take care of that tomorrow, but right now you got your duties to attend to.

First one is cleaning us up. You've got a good-size shower here – Randy took care of that when he built the place. We're gonna shower together and you're gonna learn how to soap down your master and massage his body just the way he likes it. Then, you've got kitchen duties. Likely there's gonna be a lot of guys for dinner tonight so the twins are gonna need your help. You up for all that?"

"Absolutely, sir. Whatever you say, sir."

Pablo smiled to himself. He had heard Tyler say those words before but this time it was different. The tone was not that of a subservient boy but of a confident young man – not so much boy-to-man as man-to-man. And that's just what Pablo wanted. He was starting to mold Tyler into the kind of assertive boy he wanted, just as Randy had molded Pablo over the years into what he was now – a master in his own right.

A short time later when Tyler crossed the lawn toward the kitchen he didn't stumble across uncertainly – he strode across. And when the twins looked up from their work as he came in they saw the difference at once, not only in his body language but in his words. "OK, guys," Tyler grinned, "crisis over, the cavalry's arrived. I'm here to dig you out of the weeds."

The twins chuckled. "First of all, dude," said Kevin, "we are never `in the weeds' in a kitchen and there's never a crisis."

"And second of all ..." Kyle said quizzically, "... have you just fucked Pablo?"

Tyler's freckled face blushed and he came down to earth. "That obvious, uh? Yeah, well I did."

"And it made you feel totally different about yourself, didn't it?"

"You know uh?" He smiled, "Have you two fucked Bob?"

"Of course we have. He totally loves it when we fuck him in turn, we alternate until he can't tell one from the other, just one identical dick after another pushing in his ass."

Tyler grinned, picturing the scene, but then turned serious. "Guys, before I start work I wanna get one thing off my chest. I feel guilty because I did something nobody thought possible – I split you two up because I made love to one of you and ..."

"Hey, hey, hey," Kyle said, "I thought we'd put all that behind us. I'll tell you one last time, kiddo, that you were in no way to blame. It was me flying off the handle who was at fault. Then I realized that Kevin was only being kind to a new boy in trouble and now we're closer than ever. It's like it never happened."

"That's right," Kevin added, but if you really want to make amends you can start by peeling those potatoes over there or else we really will be in the weeds' when the crowd outside starts hollering for food.

Kyle was right – their problems were over, buried in the past – and Tyler was one of the boys.

As Pablo had guessed, and the twins knew well, that evening's dinner was attended by a fair number of the tribe, including guys Tyler had not met. Eddie, who had come down with Hassan, took it upon himself to do the introductions while Pablo chatted with Randy and Bob.

Tyler had finished his kitchen duties and been released by the twins. His final task was to bring out cocktails for the guys sitting at the long table by the pool, then Eddie pulled him down beside him. "Dude, it's all over the grapevine already how you fucked Pablo. Way to go, buddy, that automatically raises your status in the tribe – a boy who has fucked his master, especially as Pablo is the boss's son." Tyler grinned with a touch of pride.

"Now," Eddie rattled on, "there are some guys you haven't met yet and you won't believe how hot they are ... well maybe you will `cos you've already met the Aussies from next door Adam and Nate, and the leathermen Zack and Darius. Hell, you even got spit-roasted by Darius and Pablo at Uncle Mike's so you get the general idea. Plus Randy and Bob are not exactly chopped liver ... anyway, cut a long story short, it's a hot bunch a' guys.

Tyler smiled as he had never yet heard Eddie cut a long story short – quite the reverse – and Eddie continued, "And here comes one of them now," as Jamie emerged from the office, wearing surfer trunks and a loose tank, his blond hair tousled as ever.

"You met Jamie at Uncle Mike's in Palm Springs but you were so engrossed with Pablo that you barely got to talk to him. Jamie is a senior boy ... Mark's boy. He manages the office, and he's the poster boy for gorgeous blond California surfers as you can tell. Hey Jamie," Eddie yelled, "over here."

Jamie flashed a gleaming smile, came over to Tyler and hugged him, stiffening the boy's almost permanent boner. "Good to see you again Tyler, I've been hearing so much about you since you, er, dropped in on us from that tree at Mike's. Yup, Pablo chose well I can see that, and congratulations on ... well ... what you did this afternoon. News gets around fast here." Tyler was amazed once again how everyone seemed to know everything as soon as it happened ... they must all know by now that he had fucked Pablo.

"Welcome to the circus, kiddo. I was just in the office putting you on the payroll, as Bob says you're to be Nate's assistant." As he talked, Jamie kept looking expectantly at the gate and now he said, "We didn't get to talk much at Uncle Mike's, Tyler, and I'm sorry I can't stay and chat now. We'll talk later but right now I gotta get ready for ..." He left abruptly and walked quickly toward his apartment on the ground floor of the house.

"Dude, I forgot how totally gorgeous Jamie is," Tyler said, his eyes shining. "But why did he run away like that ... get ready for what?"

"You'll see," Eddie smiled ... "and right now, by the sound of that bike pulling up outside."

The gate opened and Tyler stared slack jawed at the homoerotic sight facing him. The tall motorcycle cop strode in in his high, shiny motorcycle boots and black uniform that clung to his muscled body. He unbuckled his helmet, took it off and shook his head, running his hand through his thick blond hair.

Tyler had met Mark at Mike's of course, but had never seen him in uniform, a look that was like something out of one of his porn movies, except this guy was ten times hotter with his square-jawed, chiseled features and muscular build. Mark looked around at the group and said, "Hi, guys. And hey, that cute guy over there, as I recall, is Pablo's new boy."

Eddie and Tyler stood up and Eddie said, "Tyler, you remember Mark – he's a cop."

Mark chuckled, "I suspect Tyler already worked that out, Eddie. The uniform might be a clue. Hey, Tyler – welcome to the tribe. From everything I hear you'll fit right in." He shook Tyler's hand firmly and the boy felt his legs get weak as he stared into the blue-gray eyes.

He was lost for words but Eddie saved him by saying, "Dude, if you ever get arrested you better hope it's by this cop. Sir, how about arresting me sometime soon?"

Mark laughed, "Well I'm sure you've been a bad boy, Eddie, but before I arrest you I think I'd better check with Hassan first. The police and the Marines always try to cooperate."

"You can cooperate on me, sir."

"Down, boy," Mark chuckled, then looked around. "Is Jamie here yet?"

"He's in your apartment, sir," Eddie said with a roguish grin. "Waiting for you."

"Thanks Eddie. See you later Tyler." Mark walked to the house with the same eager stride as Jamie's before him.

"What was that all about?" Tyler asked.

"Dude, it's a ritual. See, every day Mark rides around the city on police patrol and that big machine throbs between his legs – the motorcycle I mean, not his cock, well that too – making him super horny. And what comes to his mind? The image of a gorgeous blond surfer lying naked on a bed offering his ass to him. So that's where Jamie is now and what do you think the cop is gonna do with that other machine throbbing between his legs – the cock, not the bike?"

"Fuck him?"

"Wow, super smart, dude. You catch on fast. Sometimes the cop is so hot to trot he don't even take his uniform off – just whips out his dick and slam, bam, surfer man."

By now Tyler was laughing hard and further down the table Pablo exchanged smiles with Randy and Bob as they saw the transformation in the boy.

There came the sound of another truck pulling up at the gate and Eddie said, "This is prob'ly the Forest Ranger Pete and his boy, who happens to be another of my very best friends. I'm not one to boast, but I'm the guy who brought the dude into the tribe."

Again Tyler gaped as he saw a rugged, macho guy walk through the gate, then his jaw dropped farther as he saw who was following him – a boy in a wheelchair. "Hey, guys, over here." That was Eddie again monopolizing the newcomers.

Pete came over with a big smile lighting his handsome features and stretched out his hand to Tyler. "So, at last I can put a face to the name I've been hearing all over the place. Tyler, right? I hear you fell out of a tree right at Pablo's feet. Yeah, I can see why Pablo picked you up and took you as his boy. Welcome to the clan, kiddo. And this," Pete said proudly, "is my boy ..."

" ... Brandon, I know, I know," Tyler said excitedly. "You're the guy in the Tarzan movie, the kid in the wheelchair. I saw you on TV on the red carpet being interviewed and doing wheelies for the cameras. I've seen the movie twice already and I really envy you, dude, being saved and carried off in the arms of that hunk who plays Tarzan. But why are you in a wheelchair now? Are you rehearsing for the next movie?"

Brandon laughed. "Well, Tyler, you could say I've been rehearsing most of my life. See, it's real, dude, the chair's the real thing."

"Not that you'd ever know it," Eddie gushed. "Brandon can do everything we do and more. Like the wheelies. Do it now, dude, just to prove you really are the guy he saw on TV."

"Eddie," Brandon grinned, "you make me feel like a performing seal ... but OK, this is just for you, Tyler." Brandon pulled back and spun round in a set of dizzying wheelies to the laughter and applause of the excited new boy.

"Awesome, dude," Tyler said, his eyes shining. "You know, I saw that movie as soon as it opened in Palm Springs and I ..." he hesitated and leaned closer to Eddie and Brandon. "Well, that guy who plays Tarzan is so hot that I ... I jerked off in my shorts all on my own in the dark theater." He giggled. "I did the same the second time I saw it. I mean, that scene where Tarzan is captured by the soldiers, tied to a tree and whipped, then gets free and beats the crap out of them. Wow, I could cum right here thinking about it."

He gazed at Brandon in awe. "And you actually got to meet the guy and play that scene with him where he scoops you in his arms." His eyes sparkled. "Hey, I'd like to see the movie again ... maybe we could all three go together. My treat."

Brandon grinned. "Actually, dude, I think we can do a little better than that."

"You mean ... you get free tickets? Of course you do, being in it and all."

"No, even better than that," Eddie said. "One day real soon we'll take you to a great big house at the top of the hill and ... well, you'll see." He checked himself after a warning glance from Brandon reminding him that before anyone new was taken to the Grady House to meet Tarzan himself they had to get the OK from his lover Mario, always fiercely protecting his privacy.

But Eddie didn't stop. "You've heard that your room here used to belong to a guy called Mario before he fell in love and moved away to ..." Another raised-eyebrow look from Brandon made Eddie trail off with, "Well, like I said, you'll see, dude."

He was saved from any further indiscretions by a shout from Pablo. "Hey kid, get your ass down this end of the table."

Pablo had been having a man to man conversation with Randy and Bob about Tyler, in which Randy had said, bluntly as always, "So, kid, you let the boy fuck you already. That was fast. Took me weeks before I let you stick your dick up my ass."

"Yeah, well I remembered that, sir, and how powerful it made me feel, fucking my master. I realized that Tyler's shyness came from his background, not from inside him, and all he needed was a power boost too, so I figured that was the best way to do it."

"That was a really good call, Pablo," Bob said. "It's so good to see you using your experience as Randy's boy and putting it to use in training your own boy. `Course," he said with a twinkle in his eye, "there may be some of your master's traits that you don't need to pass down to the next generation."

"Aw, come on, buddy," Randy objected. "You're always painting me as the villain of the piece. You better watch it, stud, or I'll show you just how villainous I can be."

"Been there, done that," Bob yawned.

"Asshole," Randy growled, then leaned forward, kissed Bob and twisted his nipple through his shirt. "Pablo, get your boy over here, I got something to say." Hence Pablo's shout to Tyler to `get your ass down this end of the table'.

Tyler responded immediately, but not with his former shy scramble. The men could feel the vibe more of a self-reliant young man than a nervous young boy. "Yes, sir?" he said, looking Pablo straight in the eye.

"Actually it was me who had a suggestion, kid," Randy said. Tomorrow's a workday and we got a shit load of crap to get through at the site. If Pablo will let you, I think it'll be a good idea for you get a look at the construction site before you actually start work with Nate and Eddie here at the house. It's basically the construction company that keeps this whole thing going, right Bob?"

"Right. I supervise the balance sheets and they are looking very healthy. To give you some idea, Tyler, we currently have three sites in operation, overseen by Randy, Zack and Darius, with Pablo in charge of the small staff of mechanics. Randy's kid brother Ben is his assistant.

"It's Pablo's decision, of course, but I agree with Randy that spending a day on the site with Pablo would give you a good background into the business activities of the tribe." He smiled, "Heaven knows you've already had a grounding into the sexual activities."

Randy grinned raunchily, "Don't you mean `grinding', buddy?"

"Very funny, Randy," Bob groaned. "Funny and crude, no surprise there."

"If you two can stop sparring for a second," Pablo laughed, "I agree with the idea, provided Tyler wants to. How does it grab you, kid, working alongside me at the construction site?"

"I would like it a whole lot, sir," Tyler said. He did not add that the thought of watching the shirtless mechanic get greasy and sweaty at work gave him a massive hard-on under the table.

After dinner Pablo said, "Well, Darius is sleeping with Zack and Miguel, Randy's with Bob, of course, so looks like I'm gonna shack up with you, kiddo. OK with you?"

"I was hoping you would, sir. This is my first night in my new room."

"No sex, though, kid." Tyler's face fell. "I know," Pablo grinned, "you wanted to feel my dick in your ass, punishing you for fucking me. Well not tonight, boy. We gotta get up real early tomorrow, quick bite to eat downstairs then off to the site. Like Randy said, shit load a' work to do. We'll take care of that punishment thing later."

So that's how it went, with Tyler sleeping in Pablo's arms, fantasizing about Pablo working in the macho world of construction. His excitement reached a peak next morning as he sat in the truck next to Pablo on the way to work. He didn't feel like one of the crew, he was too apprehensive for that, but just being shoulder to shoulder with Pablo was a big turn-on.

Pablo was, as always, bare-chested in his grubby jeans and boots, and he had made Tyler wear the same, plus a T-shirt.

When they walked onto the construction site the thing that surprised Tyler most was the vibe. He recognized Zack, Darius and Randy, of course, but they were different from the way they were at home – more serious, rough, everyone focused on the hard physical labor ahead.

Zack, especially, was like a picture he had seen on a porn drawing – a tall black muscle-god with a rugged face and shaved head, stripped to the waist in black jeans, striding around yelling orders. "Get that fucking beam outa there, guys. Put some muscle in it ... like this." He went to help the crew lift the offending steel I-beam, his powerful body flexing as he exerted more strength than the others put together.

Tyler's first lesson was that Randy and Zack never asked of their men things they wouldn't do themselves ... and often did. Darius, Randy's assistant, was dressed just like his master Zack and looked just as tough striding around the site. Tyler could see why Randy and Zack were masters of the tribe and why Darius and Pablo were the senior boys. And he found it all so damn sexy – a massive turn-on.

"Over here, kid." Pablo led him to a giant earth mover that was out of commission, much to Randy's annoyance. A dark-haired gypsy-looking boy was staring at the engine he had opened at the back. "Hey, Ben," Pablo said, "I want you to meet my new boy Tyler. Tyler will be working at the house under Nate, but he'll be with us today getting a feel for the work we do here. Tyler, this is my assistant Ben.

Ben wiped his greasy hand, smiled a dusky urchin smile and shook Tyler's hand. "And you're Randy's brother," Tyler smiled, "you look just like him."

"Yeah," Ben grinned, "minus all the muscle and the big macho attitude, throwing his orders around – even to me. Being his kid brother is no defense."

"OK Ben, work," Pablo said. "Randy wants this thing back in action pronto, how's it going?"

"Another couple hours should do it, dude."

"Good. Randy wants me to work on that truck over there so I'm gonna leave Tyler here to help you – your assistant. He don't know shit about motors so you'll have to tell him what to do ... all the grunt work," he grinned. "Couple hours, right? No longer."

He strode away and Ben chuckled, "Like father like son, eh? He can be as fierce as Randy – copies him in everything. That's why Randy adopted him. I was pissed at first, being Randy's brother and all, but we get along good now. Anyway, I got my own master now, Jason ... he's a fireman, totally hot, he was in one of those calendars ... you'll meet him soon."

And that's how it went all morning, Ben gossiping while they worked, with Ben showing Tyler the easy bits he could handle. "Dude," Ben said conspiratorially, "word on the grapevine is that you fucked Pablo already. Is that true?"

"Yeah, I did. Pablo told me to – wanted me get over my shyness, feel more – what do they call it? – empowered. Dude I am so crazy in love with him. I mean, just look at him." They looked over at Pablo who was bent over the engine of the truck. "I mean, that face that body ... he's a boy's wet dream."

"Yeah and that ass too, that's what Randy lusts after," Ben said. "That rag hanging out of his back pocket – I think he has it there just to show off his ass for Randy. And it works too. See that trailer over there? That's Randy's office and he stands at the window watching Pablo work. Often during the lunch break when Randy's horny, he calls Pablo in there, pushes him over the drafting table, pulls his jeans down over his ass and ploughs it. Gives it to him real good."

Tyler was mesmerized by all the fantasies Ben conjured up as he chattered away while they worked hard. Tyler supplemented the fantasies by glancing over at the real thing – the young stud mechanic already messed up with oil, his ass on display as he bent over ... the ass Randy loved to fuck.

Tyler found that the dirty, physical labor turned him on, but it was tiring and he was grateful when the lunch whistle sounded. "We did it, dude," Ben smiled. "Engine's as good as new. Even Pablo can't find fault with that. Thanks for your help, dude."

Tyler was about to reply but his words were drowned out by a shout from the trailer. "Pablo, get your ass in here."

Ben smiled his playful monkey smile. "What'd I tell you? I could tell Randy was cranking up for that. See Pablo go. He's gonna get it good."

Ben offered to share his sandwiches with Tyler, but the boy was distracted by thoughts of what was going on in the trailer. He imagined his master, the rugged mechanic, bent over the table with the construction boss pounding his ass from behind. But he pulled himself back to Ben's conversation and was starting to join in when suddenly there was another shout from the direction of the office. And this time it was Pablo.

"Tyler, get your ass in here now!"

Ben looked startled. "Jeez that's new. Even I have lost the plot now."

"It's obvious," Tyler said nervously. "Randy wants my ass instead of Pablo's. Randy fucked me before and he wants to do it again."

"Well, dude, only one way to find out. You better get going – don't wanna disobey two masters, especially when the boss wants your ass. Good luck, kiddo."

Tyler ran across the construction site and stumbled up the three steps of the trailer. Inside he was surprised to see Pablo and Randy sitting on the old couch there drinking beer. Pablo said, "Lock the door behind you, boy. Draw the window blinds and stand there facing us."

Tyler did as ordered and stood with his hands behind his back staring straight ahead. Then he lowered his eyes and looked at the two men, both of them dirty and sweaty, both in old filthy jeans and muddy boots, one shirtless the other with an old tank hanging over his muscled chest.

They took another swig of beer and Randy said, "So this the kid?"

"Sure is."

"And you're seriously telling me he actually fucked your ass? He fucked his master's ass? How long has he been your boy?"

"Under a week."

"Oh shit," Randy sneered. "Oh no, man, you can't let that go. Damn, a new boy like this fucks his master after less than a week? That's not only disrespectful, it's insolent. You gotta teach him a lesson, show him who's boss."

Tyler could hardly believe what he was hearing. These men, the boss and the boss's boy, two tough alpha males, were trash-talking him, treating him like a kid who had committed some kind of crime against his master. And yet ... he had been in the tribe long enough to know anger when he heard it ... and this wasn't that. He had a feeling that they were enjoying themselves, play-acting. Whatever he felt – fear, excitement, or both – his cock was bulging in his pants."

"What's that, boy," Pablo growled, "that bulge in your pants? You dissing me again, with a boner? Get rid of it."

"I ... I ... can't sir."

"You what?" Pablo snarled. "You say you can't ... to me! First you fuck your master's ass, then when I give you a tongue lashing you react with a fucking hard-on? Jesus, boy, my dad's right, I can't let it slide. You gotta learn what punishment is, kid. Come here."

With a broad stroke of the arm Pablo swept the papers off the drafting table, grabbed the back of the boy's neck and forced him to bend over the table face first. Scared, and thrilled, Tyler knew what this was ... it was a fantasy, except it was real – a new boy, a rookie, was getting punished by his master, an angry muscled-stud mechanic, in the boss's office while the boss looked on. Yesterday he had wanted Pablo to punish him, but now that it was real ...

He felt hands coming round his waist from behind, his jeans were ripped open and pulled down below his ass. He yelled as his ass was slapped, again and again, just enough to sting sharply. "You know what your punishment's gonna be, don't you boy ... where it's gonna be?"

"In my ass, sir?"

"Damn right in your ass. Look at the mirror on the wall behind the table. That's your master behind you, boy, and this ..." Tyler felt a hard rod brush his ass cheeks "... this is your master's cock. I'll give you a break and spit on it. OK, here it comes, boy, just what you deserve."

"Aaah!" Tyler howled as the wet rod speared his ass, then pulled back and drove in again. There was a burst of pain that quickly faded, to be replaced by ... "Oh Jesus ..." He looked up at the mirror and saw the mechanic's square-jawed Mestizo face with its slanted dark eyes and black hair – his master. And his master's cock was in his ass, punishing him and ... aaah!"

"Dammit to hell," he heard Randy yell. "The young punk has busted a nut – without permission. Look at that jizz spewing on the floor. Man, the kid's out of control."

"Fuck you, boy," Pablo yelled. "You dare trash your master like that. Fuck you ..." The pounding increased, harder and deeper, and Tyler struggled, arms spread out, gripping the edges of the table. This was harder than Pablo had fucked him before, though in the back of his mind he knew that a really enraged Pablo could have ripped his ass open. Sure, this hurt but ... but he loved it ... the pain, the punishment, the power of the tough young mechanic, of his rod pile-driving his ass.

He gritted his teeth as the attack continued, focusing on the rugged face in the mirror gleaming with oil and sweat. He felt he was about to cum again, so lowered his face away from the mirror and looked down at the table.

Suddenly he heard an animal-like howl ... it was Pablo ... his master was howling in pain! The boy looked up and gasped at what he saw in the mirror. Looming behind Pablo was the savage gypsy face of boss Randy. He felt Pablo's cock swell in his ass and knew ... he knew that Randy was fucking his boy while Pablo fucked him.

"Fuck you," Pablo yelled. "Fuck you, man."

Randy laughed, "You don't seriously think I could watch that perfect ass clenching while you pounded your boy and not get in on the act do you? Nothing I ain't done a million times before in here, boy. Only this time I'm fucking you and your boy."

And to Tyler that's exactly what it felt like. He looked in the mirror at the boss and his son, and each time Randy thrust and Pablo winced, Tyler felt the thrust in his own ass as Pablo's cock drove in hard. The sensation drove him wild. Tyler was feeling exactly what his master was feeling, both of them getting their asses ploughed in sync.

Tyler stared in disbelief at the savage gypsy face, and at the hot Mestizo grimacing in pain and retaliating by banging his boy's ass. The double fuck increased in speed and intensity and Tyler lost control. "Yeah," he yelled, "fuck me, sirs ... shit, I can feel both your cocks in my ass. Please, sirs, I gotta cum again. Please, let me cum. I can't hold back ...please."

"What d'you say, Pablo?" Randy grinned. "Do we have mercy on him, let him spill more jizz?"

"Ready when you are, boss," Pablo yelled. "Let's do it ... fuck yeah."

Their bodies tensed, muscles flexed and ... "Yeah ... fuck yeaah!" They howled together and shot their loads in a spectacular triple orgasm as the boss blasted jizz in the ass of his boy, who unloaded in his boy, who spurted another stream of cum on the trailer floor. "Holy shit," Randy yelled, "that was one hot goddam fuck, boys."

Then the only sound was the heavy breathing of three spent men – the construction boss, his head mechanic, and a boy whose mind was spinning in disbelief at what had just happened.

Suddenly everything changed. Randy pulled out of Pablo's ass, wiped his cock and stuffed it back in his pants. "Break's over, back to work. Shit load of work still to do." Pablo copied his dad's businesslike attitude and pulled out of his boy's ass. But he was gentler to his boy and took him in his arms. "So, kiddo, you wanted to get punished and you did – by me and my dad. Pretty strong stuff, eh? You still wanna be my boy?"

"More than ever, sir. Thank you, thank you."

"OK, now get back to work. Ben's waiting for you."

As Tyler opened the door Randy put his hand on his shoulder and flashed his gleaming gypsy smile. "You did great, kid. You're one of the family."

Actually Ben was waiting not for help but for news. His eyes sparkled as he said. "Well? Spill, dude. Which one of them fucked you?"

Tyler grinned, "Well, they both did ... in a way. Pablo threw me over the desk and fucked me while Randy fucked him."

Ben's eyes opened wide. "Get outta here! You're kidding. You're not kidding. Wow, you wait till the boys hear this one. Dude, you gotta be one of the boys – Eddie, Brandon and me, we're the three amigos, well four with Brian ... five with you."

"Well, I already know Eddie, of course, and I met Brandon too – he's the guy in the Tarzan movie. Funny thing though. I said I loved that movie, jerked off in the theater watching the guy who played Tarzan, but when I suggested we all go see it they got kinda weird, real cagey. Said something about `we could do better than that'. Eddie let slip about some big house, but Brandon shut him up. I heard someone else call it the Grady House. What's that, dude?"

"Oh," Ben giggled, "the Grady House. Well it's ... well, you'll see."

That's just what Eddie said ... `you'll see'."

"Well you will dude, all in good time. You'll see ..."

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 386

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