A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 392 By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 392 – "TRIBAL LUSTS – NO HOLDS BARRED"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

The games continue at the Grady House where the tribe has gathered to flex their muscles and indulge their lusts. The muscle-stud leatherman Miguel pays the price for trashing boss Randy as the guys line up to jack off over him and drown him in jizz. Later the fireman Jason and his boy Ben get wild therapy from Dr. Steve. Jason says, "Damn you look hot, kid. Look in the mirror. That is one sexy young gypsy." _____________________________________________________________________

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

The Grady House was hosting a major weekend gathering of the tribe. The large, very private house belonged to Grady, the heartthrob actor currently starring as the new movie Tarzan, and his Italian lover Mario.

Already, by early Saturday afternoon, there had been a lot of hot and heavy action in the group of oversexed men, much of it caught on camera by Zack's boy Darius, the self-anointed historian of the group who prided himself on filming `another one for the archives' as he put it.

The raucous clan was now gathered in the comfortable viewing room and, as the houselights went down and the film started, the noise faded to an awed silence.

There were two videos, the first featuring the tribe's leader Randy, and Miguel, the hot Hispanic alpha male, a recent addition to the tribe. It was a hard-core saga where Miguel tied Randy to a tree, whipped him, grabbed his balls and fucked him. The audience watched in awed silence as their leader stoically endured the abuse until he suddenly turned the tables, roped Miguel and fucked him. By the time the roles reversed again and Randy was tied once more and fucked into orgasm the crowd was on its feet cheering ... and there wasn't a limp dick in the house.

During the short intermission between the two videos the audience chatted among themselves. One of the conversations involved the handsome but narcissistic fireman Jason who was sitting close to his boy Ben, the young gypsy who was also Randy's kid brother. Randy had earlier confronted Jason about his attachment to the mirror rather than his boy, and the issue of Jason's ego-trip vanity had been temporarily resolved.

But it was acknowledged that the problem was potentially harmful to his relationship with Ben, an obsession that would most likely recur and needed professional help. Randy had already suggested that Jason should have a therapy session with Steve, the tribe's shrink. Doctor Steve and his lover Lloyd were sitting next to Jason and Ben, and Steve took the opportunity to broach the subject with them.

"Er, I don't wanna mix business with pleasure here, guys, but I wondered if you had given any more thought to the possibility of consulting me professionally."

"You mean a shrink session, doc?" Jason said. "Sure, I'm all for that. Anything that would help Ben and me avoid more problems like we've been having."

"Good. Well, as Mario has extended the invitation for all of us to spend the whole weekend here, that would give us time to meet here so we can sort through some of the issues – you know, vanity, voyeurism, self-love, that kind of thing." Steve grinned. "As you know my methods are notoriously unorthodox, but I think I can work something out. We may even recruit Lloyd here to give us a hand. Maybe tomorrow morning? How about it?"

Jason looked questioningly at Ben whose eyes sparkled. "I'm all for it, sir, if you are."

It was settled, just as Darius announced the second movie, where he had secretly filmed the tribe's leaders, Randy and his businessman lover Bob. In the video Bob subjects the big gypsy to the exquisite torment of `edging' where he repeatedly brings him to the edge of orgasm, only to pause and deny him his climax. Driven wild by delayed gratification, Randy begs Bob for release but gradually learns to love the ecstasy of near-climax, and finally Bob brings him to an explosive orgasm.

In the final scene Mario and Grady appear and Randy endures another serial fuck from his two handsome hosts, ending in the ear shattering, triumphant Tarzan yell that drowned out even the lusty cheers of the audience in a standing ovation.

As the movie ended Grady leapt to his feet and said, "Friends, I have been upstaged. You all know I am supposed to be the big movie star around here, but we have all just witnessed, in both films, the biggest star of them all ... our leader, Bob's lover, and my trainer – Randy."

Amid deafening cheers Randy stood up and Grady hugged him. Randy growled in his ear, "Fuck you, jungle man. Monday morning after our gym workout it's payback time, and Tarzan's ass is gonna get so fucking fucked. And that will be one for the archives."

Grady flashed his dazzling smile. "I was so hoping you would say that, Randy. Bring it on."

The crowd made moves to disperse but suddenly Darius once again jumped on the stage and shouted, "But wait, there's more! No movie program in this house would be complete without a live performance on stage after the film. And for that I am joined by the leather-master you all love to fear – my man Zack."

Zack got up beside Darius and put his arm over his shoulder. They made a stunning pair, two beautiful black men in leather pants, boots and black tank tops.

"Guys," Zack said, "you haven't heard much from me while all this action was going on – but that's about to change. See, Randy and me are real good buddies who go back a long way. One of us gets hurt, the other takes revenge. You also know that Darius and I have recently welcomed a new ultra-hot alpha male into our home. Come on up, Miguel."

The muscular Hispanic, in jeans, black leather chaps and a sleeveless denim shirt, joined them and Zack faced him. "So, buddy, here's my dilemma. It wasn't easy for me to watch my friend Randy on screen getting tied up, gut punched, whipped and fucked. Like I said, one of us gets hurt, the other takes revenge."

Zack frowned. "But see, here's my problem. The guy who did that to my good buddy ... was my other good buddy ... a real alpha-male hunk ... you, man. You have to pay for what you did ... but what's one leather-master to do to another one?"

"Take his best shot, I'd say," grinned Miguel.

Zack turned to his boy. "What about you, Darius? You got any ideas?"

"Me? Hey, they don't call me the King of Fantasy for nothing. I'm all for audience participation shows, too, and we've got a hot group right here who have all been straining to bust their nuts."

"I like your thinking, boy," Zack grinned. "So what are we waiting for?"

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The atmosphere in the Grady House viewing room was highly charged sexually after the hard-core videos Darius had just screened. The one that was now at the focus of attention of black leather-master Zack, was the film where his own new lover Miguel had subjected Zack's best buddy to savage punishment in a voluntary trial of strength.

Zack, his boy Darius and Miguel were all standing on the low stage in front of the eager tribe, all of them pumped to the max after watching the homoerotic action on screen. "We need a prop," Zack said. "Hey Darius, go get that chair over there."

Darius jumped off the stage and brought back a simple wooden chair with arms, an extra chair that was seldom used as the audience sprawled in the theater's comfortable leather armchairs. Darius placed it firmly center stage facing the audience and then, on a signal from Zack, pulled Miguel's open denim shirt off him and tossed it aside.

The audience took in the full visual impact of the ruggedly handsome Hispanic, stripped to the waist in black leather chaps over blue jeans and heavy boots, with his square-cut features, heavily stubbled lantern jaw, dark hair and penetrating dark eyes. He had a body that wouldn't quit – ripped, hard-muscled, a flawless physique. They had all watched the video in awe where he had brutalized the tough gypsy boss – and now it was payback time.

Miguel faced the black leather-master Zack, with a body carved in ebony, shaved head and gray eyes. They had met long ago, the first experience for both of man-to-man sex, but then had lost touch. Recently they had met again by chance, the fire had reignited and they became lovers – a threesome with Zack's boy Darius.

"They stared at each other and Miguel said, "Go for it, stud. I can take it."

"We'll see about that," Zack smiled and pushed Miguel back into the chair. Miguel sat with his forearms on the arms of the chair, expecting his wrists to be tied. Darius did too and asked, "You need ropes, sir?"

"No," Zack said loudly, addressing the audience. "No ropes, guys. Just as Randy willingly submitted to Miguel to prove his manhood, Miguel's penalty will not be forced on him. All he has to do is raise his hand and it's over. He says he can take it – the question is, how much?

Zack turned to Miguel, his crotch level with the seated man's face. "Seems I am the designated avenger here. Does the condemned man have any last words before sentence is pronounced?"

Miguel grinned, "Just ... bring it on, big guy."

Zack unzipped his leather pants and pulled out his long, already iron-hard dick. "I think you know where this is going, buddy." Miguel's only reply was to open his mouth wide and Zack pushed his hips forward. He grabbed his thick black hair and pulled his face forward. "Remember, when you wanna quit just raise your hand."

"I don't quit, man. I ...mmmm." His words were stifled as his mouth was stuffed with the huge black shaft driving down his throat. It pulled back and drove in again, with no choking or gagging from Miguel. The crowd was stunned into silence as they saw the handsome Hispanic face endure the force of the rod ramming into it. Tears came to his eyes but there was no sound of distress, only a rhythmic slurping as the cock pounded the wet mouth.

And Miguel's arms remained firmly on the armrests. Far from giving up Miguel retaliated by clenching his throat muscles round the thick shaft as it pulled back, then swallowing as it plunged back in. As a result, the effect was more pronounced on Zack. He loved this man, admired him, lusted for him. And the sight of his handsome face, unflinching as he stoically withstood the forceful face fuck, was hugely erotic to Zack.

But it was at the same time a challenge – two alpha males engaged in a trial of strength, pushing each other to the limits. Zack's limit would be reached when he could no longer hold back his orgasm, so he slowed the force of his fuck to avoid the impression that Miguel had forced him to climax. But it was a losing battle as his cock shuddered in his buddy's mouth.

Zack was proud of his status as a senior man, and he was now under the gaze of the other men and their boys – the whole tribe. He could not lose face, he needed a dramatic gesture to demonstrate his dominance over other men – Miguel in particular. Control of Zack's cock needed to be in his hands, not Miguel's mouth. That was it – he had hit on the picture he wanted to show the tribe.

So he abruptly pulled his cock out and stroked it in one hand while the other grabbed Miguel's hair and pulled his face back at just the right angle. "This is it, buddy," Zack growled. "You're a tough son-of-a-bitch but even you will flinch at this. Watching that movie made me mad for the way you treated my buddy, but it was also hotter'n hell and I built up a whole head of steam. My nuts are bursting for release, so brace yourself big guy.

Miguel reflexively tried to avert his face but he was held fast in Zack's vice like grip on his hair. Forced to stare up at the huge black dick in Zack's fist he knew what was coming, but not the force. He watched as Zack beat his meat faster, saw the head bulge and ... "aaagh!"

At last Miguel made a sound as a massive load of Zack's pent-up cum slammed in his face, jet after jet of creamy liquid that sprayed in his hair, his face and into his wide open mouth. It ran down his face, oozed from his mouth, over his stubbled chin and dripped on his chest as his breath came in sobs, tears running from his eyes.

At last Zack was spent and stuffed his cock back in his pants. "Man," he said softly, staring down at the rugged cum-splashed face, "you look incredible. I fucking love you, man."

Then he turned to the crowd, grabbed Miguel's hair again and displayed him to the crowd. "This, gentlemen, is the face of the man who whipped my buddy and our leader Randy."

After the shouts of admiration for Miguel had subsided, Zack continued. "Most of you probably feel the need to express your own feelings about that movie we saw. But I know the movie also had another effect. Admit it, guys, it was fucking pornographic, and I know you all built up a load of jizz that's straining for release. But don't just sit there and cream your shorts. I showed you there's a better way. So who's gonna be first, guys?"

An expectant buzz ran round the room. Zack was right that they all had bulging nuts after watching the video of Miguel dominating Randy, and that urge for release was heightened by the sight now before them of the rugged alpha male, shirtless in leather chaps and boots and dripping with Zack's cum.

Zack turned to Darius. "I'm done. I'm gonna turn it over to you, buddy. You wanna go next?"

"Sure," Darius grinned confidently, "but I always think that audience participation is best as a group thing. So I'm calling on my gang. How about it, dudes?"

It was understood that `my gang' referred to the senior boys, the oldest-established in the tribe being Darius and Pablo. And now Pablo was the first to jump up on the stage, followed by Jamie, the twins, and Nate. The six of them formed a semi-circle round Miguel and Pablo said, "That was my dad tied to that tree so I've got more at stake here than anyone. Let's go, men."

In unison they ripped open their pants, pulled out their cocks and began to stroke them. As Zack had said, they had all been holding back their climaxes as they watched the movie and then Zack's explosive orgasm all over the muscular top man. The long wait was over.

The twins, Kyle and Kevin were, as usual, pounding each other's cocks in a world of their own, and they led the deluge. Moving in perfect sync they stared down at Miguel, then smiled at each other and kissed as they poured twin streams of semen over the already cum-soaked muscle-god. Miguel looked up at the six young studs, heard their jubilant shouts ... and felt more jizz spurting on his face, his chest and abs.

The senor boys grinned at each other, then stared down at the cum-drenched musclehunk and shook their last drops of jizz on him before pushing their dicks back in their pants. Zack approached and said to Miguel, "You've never looked sexier than you do now, big guy. You can end it right here just by raising your arm."

"You know me better than that, Zack. I never give up."

"OK, guys, shove over." That was Eddie, the self-styled senior junior boy who had jumped on stage pulling his pal Tyler after him, the newest and shyest recruit to the tribe. The other junior boys formed a line behind them and took it in turns – Eddie and Tyler, Brian and Brandon in their wheelchairs, then Danny and his lover Tommy.

Ben came last and stared down at the man who had whipped his big brother. He had always been intimidated by the rugged leatherman but now he took pleasure in pounding his cock and added his load to his buddies' cum flowing down the man's sculpted face.

By now the rugged Hispanic hunk was drowning in semen. As it poured down his face and body it was all he could feel, all he could taste and smell. A lesser man would have felt humiliation but not this guy. He was proud to prove his strength and endurance to the whole tribe – and especially to his lover Zack. And he knew it was not over. Now came the men.

The men of the tribe had mixed responses to what they were seeing. Not all of them shared the boys' youthful exuberance nor the herd instinct of crowding round for the kill. They took their turn in pairs. The more fun-loving of them – the Aussie Adam and the fireman Jason – went first and quickly unleashed a torrent of fresh cum on Miguel.

They were followed by the two hosts, Mario and Grady, who said, "Shit, you look fucking gorgeous, dude. Any time you wanna trade places just let me know," he grinned. "In the meantime, me and my amico here need to get our rocks off." And so Miguel got jizz-soaked by Tarzan and his mate.

When the film of cum cleared from his eyes Miguel found himself staring up at the handsome doctor Steve and his gym-jock lover Lloyd. Steve was well-practiced in the art of unusual treatment of patients and took all this in stride. "Think of it as therapy, big guy." He grinned. "OK, Lloyd, you show me your cum and I'll show you mine," and together they pumped jizz."

In the audience the two young buddies Eddie and Brandon excitedly nudged their masters, the Marine Hassan and Ranger Pete. "Go on, sir," Eddie urged Hassan. "I wanna see that tough leatherman take it in the face from a Marine."

Hassan smiled at his boy, "OK, just for you, kid. Come on Pete, let's do it." They got on the stage, stared down at Miguel and a few seconds later he was drenched in the semen of the soldier and the Ranger.

Still seated, Bob glanced over at Mark, smiled and gave a `why-not' shrug. They got up, stood on each side of Miguel and stared at each other. When they were face to face like this nobody else existed. They were making love with their eyes and when they shot their pent-up loads over Miguel it was as if they were cumming over each other.

They regained their places in the audience and there was an expectant silence. There was one man to go. Randy got slowly out of his chair and jumped up on the stage. He looked down at the rugged leather god, shirtless in chaps over jeans, his handsome face, muscular chest and ripped abs streaming with the semen of two dozen men.

"You are one awesome fucking stud, big guy. Takes a man like that to tie me up, whip me and fuck the cum out of me. Well, the tribe has had its say and now it's left to me." Randy pulled off his T-shirt, yanked open his jeans, pulled out his massive, beer-can-thick cock and stroked it. "Yeah, I'm gonna bust my wad all over you like all the others, but first I think you want a taste of this rod, am I right?"

"You know you are, Randy. Give it to me."

Randy leaned forward, braced his hands on the back of the chair and pushed his rod deep in the leatherman's mouth. Miguel swiveled his eyes up to the eight-pack abs pounding above his face, then up further to the slabs of his pecs flexing as his body moved. "Don't cum, man," Randy said above him. "I've got something else in mind for that."

So Miguel strained to hold back his orgasm until Randy finally pulled out and pounded his cock in his fist. "Think of this as a tribute to a beautiful alpha male, buddy. Here it comes ... yeaahh!"

His cock exploded in a shower of pent up sperm and Miguel opened his mouth to drink the juice of the gypsy boss. "Now, stud, it's your turn at last," Randy said, then addressed the crowd. "Gentlemen, any other man would now be groveling with humiliation after all the men of the tribe have blasted their juice on him. But not this guy ... he's as proud and defiant as always. And so, I kneel to an equal, a man who has gained the respect of us all."

Randy dropped to his knees, pulled Miguel's cock and balls out of his jeans and licked his balls, making him moan with pleasure. Then Randy looked up at him. "Remember how you tied me up and tortured my balls, man, until I shot my load? Well you better grab your cock, stud, `cos I'm gonna return the favor."

Randy opened his mouth wide and sucked in Miguel's bulging balls. His clamped his lips hard round the scrotum and pulled back, stretching his balls. "Aaagh!" Miguel howled as he grabbed his cock and pumped it hard.

The rugged top man who had sat stoically while the men and boys of the tribe had jerked off over him now yelled, "Fuck you, man. You're busting my fucking nuts. No, no more ... I can't take any more. You want me to cum, is that it? OK, OK, I'll do it."

Frantically he pounded his cock in his fist and yelled, "Here it comes ... fuck yeah ... I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum ... aaagh." Randy instantly released Miguel's balls, he pointed his cock at Randy and slammed his cum straight into his rugged gypsy face at close range. When the deluge stopped Randy got to his feet, his stubbled features dripping cum, and flashed a gleaming smile. "Un-fucking-believable, man. Now we're even." He held out his arm to Zack. "Zack, you are one lucky guy. Come and reclaim your man."

Zack bounded onto the stage, pulled Miguel up out of the chair onto his feet and into a tight embrace. "I fucking love you, man," he whispered in his ear. Then they pulled apart and the crowd gasped at the sight of the two leathermen, one a handsome Hispanic, the other a black muscle-hunk, both of them smothered in the semen of the tribe. Zack raised Miguel's arm high to the deafening cheers of the whole tribe.

Darius jumped on the stage and shouted, "OK, guys, that's a wrap ... show's over. Watch your step as you leave the theater and be sure to look out for upcoming features from yours truly – the King of Fantasy."

Before they left the theater Mario jumped up and announced, "Signori, as you know Grady and I would love to extend today into a weekend house party. We have lots of guestrooms, though there may have to be some doubling up – however you interpret that," he grinned. "Danny and Tommy will be in charge of room assignments so please let them know if you will be staying – we hope you all can."

Before anyone could respond Pablo, Jamie and Nate stood up. "Mario," Jamie said, "the senior boys have been talking about the extra work this will make for Danny, Tommy, the twins and the junior boys, so we would like to offer our help. The younger guys know what needs to be done so we don't mind taking orders from them – for once."

A mischievous Eddie sprawled in his chair and said, "If that's the case, boy, you can bring me a dry martini – very dry, with two olives – and make it quick." Hassan smacked him lightly round the head and Eddie was immediately mobbed by the boys, though he protested loudly that he was only doing what he was told – giving orders.

And so the jocular tone was set for the rest of the afternoon and evening. Everyone elected to stay for the weekend because, as Adam said in his Australian drawl, who would be crazy enough to leave now, "especially if you blokes give us more of that hard-core-sex stuff."

Pete, standing beside Brandon's wheelchair, grinned down at him. "Well I gotta stay to protect my boy, make sure he don't get worked too hard, treated like a slave."

"Oh, I don't mind being treated like a slave, sir – provided you're the slave master."

Pete laughed, "Be careful what you wish for, kiddo."

They all filed out of the room and the activities resumed, though not with the intensity that Adam had jokingly hoped for. In fact they were all what Bob described as "a bit sexed out, for now anyway", after all the back-to-back action so far. And if that weren't enough, most of it had been repeated on the screen, courtesy of Darius.

It was to be a buffet dinner to cut down on serving, but there was still a lot to do and, as Jamie had promised, all the boys, senior and junior, combined their efforts to get dinner on the table. The distinction between senior and junior was mostly ignored, to the point where a busy young Tyler said sharply to Jamie, "Hey, no. That table don't go there, dude – bring it over here." Then he realized he had snapped at big, beautiful Jamie and blushed, "Oh, sorry, sir."

"No sweat, Tyler," Jamie grinned. "Sometimes I need to be put in my place. Just ask Mark."

Dinner was a good natured free-for-all as men and boys piled their plates high and grabbed a seat at the table. Mario sat next to Bob as he needed reassurance from the much-respected leader of the tribe. "So, amico, how do you think it's going so far? You think they're enjoying themselves? I hope we're not working the twins too hard in the kitchen? And your Randy seems to be pretty much the star of the show so far."

Bob laughed. "Randy always winds up as the star of any show – even with an audience of one."

"As you would know," Mario chuckled.

"And don't worry about a thing," Bob added, everyone is having a ball. As for the twins they're in hog heaven. They've got plenty of help and they love being in charge of a big kitchen at an event like this. I remember when we went down to the Ritz in Laguna where Miguel was the sous-chef at the time and gave the guys a tour of the kitchens. Their eyes were big as saucers. I take my hat off to you and Grady, Mario, for opening your house to us. I'm amazed you can put up with such a raucous crowd."

"Oh I enjoy it and Grady is thrilled. So often he is surrounded by a lot of people at the studio or in public who treat him like a star. He finds that tiring and loves being able to kick back in a group like this where he's treated as just one of the guys. Young Brian is spending the night with us and he and Grady will swap gossip for hours. It's Grady's favorite thing – well, maybe his second most favorite thing," Mario grinned.

"Not hard to guess the first," Bob chuckled.

"Danny tells me that the room assignments went OK" Mario said. "We have a lot of guestrooms and most of them have two king-size beds. We insisted on that for just such an occasion as this. Well of course, you as our business manager know that, keeping an eagle eye on the expenses here. You probably frowned on that as an extravagance."

"Money well spent," Bob reassured him. "Randy and I have the same room Brian arranged for us this morning and we're gonna share it with the twins, which is their favorite thing. It's a reward for all their hard work, though I kinda doubt if the second bed will be used much. Randy loves those boys and makes sure they get just what they want."

Actually, when dinner was over and the group dispersed to their rooms, the formal room assignments turned out to be pretty fluid, with a lot of visiting from room to room and collisions in the hallway, especially by the boys. In the master suite Brian was propped up in bed between Grady and Mario and Grady was grilling him.

"OK, kiddo, spill. Who's in what room and who d'you think is gonna do what to who?"

Brian was prepared for this and launched in. "Well, sir, I'd say most of the action will be in the blue room where the leathermen, Zack, Darius and Miguel, are sharing with Pablo and Tyler. Pablo wanted to be with Darius ... I mean they're lovers from way back ... and Pablo told Tyler it was about time he spent a night with the big guys. Tyler was a bit nervous ... who wouldn't be ... a shy young guy in a room with three leather guys and a tough mechanic. But I could tell he was excited, and he knows Pablo will take care of him."

"What about Danny?" Mario asked, concerned for their chef and house manager.

"Oh he's hunky dory `cause he's got his lover Tommy in his room. And in the other bed – get this – will be Steve and Lloyd. Well, you know how Lloyd fucks with Tommy all the time, so it's anyone's guess who'll wind up with who."

"Wow," Grady's eyes gleamed. "Wouldn't mind being a fly on that wall."

"You stay out of it, amore," Mario warned. "You've already barged in on Randy and Bob today and ended up fucking Randy. That should be enough even for your over-active libido. So who's in your room, Brian?"

Brandon and Pete `cos Brandon's real familiar with my room." Brian grinned and blushed, thinking of all the nights he had spent there with his lover Brandon.

Grady just loved gossip like this and urged Brian on. "OK, so who else is doubling up? – and make it good kiddo."

"OK, Mark and Jamie. We all know Mark has a big thing for Bob, but not tonight. Danny had a stroke of genius on this one ... and I'll give you three guesses. You've heard that wild story of Mark in the desert war, being captured and interrogated by a hot Arab soldier. Captive and captor fell in lust and the soldier followed Mark halfway round the world and became a Marine ... and they're still playing out that fantasy."

"Hell, I don't need three guesses, boy. Hassan, of course."

"Right, sir, and his boy Eddie too. I don't think they'll be doing that chained-to-the-wall thing but I bet the two guys will make love while the boys watch, or join in."

"Yeah, definitely join in ... who wouldn't?" Grady salivated. "Oh, man, where's Darius and his camera when you need them? OK, kiddo, you're doing great so far. Who's left?

"Well, sir, you know the room we call the mirror room?"

Grady laughed, "Yeah, love that room. When Randy and his guys were remodeling the house they had a bunch of mirrors left over and they all ended up on the walls of that room. Talk about infinity reflections ... like a theme park attraction. OK," Grady grinned, "don't tell me – you put Jason in there of course."

"Bingo. And not only Jason and Ben, but the Aussies too, Adam and Nate. You know Adam and Jason often work out together and get off on all that gym-jock mirror action, so Ben and Nate will have a blast watching their men strut their stuff. And the timing's great `cos Jason and Ben have a therapy session tomorrow morning with Doctor Steve."

"Yeah, I heard about that," Grady said conspiratorially. "So what d'ya think, kiddo?"

"Well, sir, you wanna hear my theory?"

"Duh!"

"OK, here it is. See the reason for the therapy is the problem of Jason spending so much time admiring himself in the mirror and neglecting Ben. Well, we all know Doctor Steve's methods are kinda way out there, so where do you think he'll hold the shrink session? We offered him the office but my guess is he'll make a beeline for ..."

"... the mirror room," Grady laughed. "Of course. And d'you think Lloyd will be there too?"

"Oh definitely. Steve sometimes brings him in to help if the patient agrees, and I can't see Jason objecting to that. Lloyd's this muscular gym-jock who gets off on handsome men and watches the other jocks in the mirror at the gym. Well, sir ... like ... you do the math."

Mario burst out laughing. "No math and no more gossip. You guys are impossible. How would you like it if other people gossiped about you like that?"

"They do, buddy, all the time," Grady said. "Why do you think we have such tight security here?"

"Oops, mi scusa, amore. But here we are very private, surrounded by men making love and doing all kinds of terrible things to each other. So what about us? All this talk and fantasizing has made me horny. I need to fuck."

"Me too, Mario. But the other guys are all having three-ways and group sex, so how about us? We need someone who wants to take it up the ass. Any suggestions?"

"Mmm ... not off hand, amico."

Brian coughed loudly. "Quiet, kid," Grady frowned, "let me think."

But Brian coughed again. "What's your problem, kid?" Grady growled, and then he flashed a smile. "What, you mean you?"

"Well, sir, I have fed you tons of gossip. Ain't that worth anything?"

"Like a fuck, for example? Damn, you're right, kid. Why didn't I think of that?"

Brian giggled at their little charade, but Mario said. "No, I want to fuck him."

"He's my boy," Grady said.

"No, he's our boy."

"Sirs," Brian said softly, "if I could offer a suggestion. You, er, you could both fuck me."

"What do you think, Mario? You wanna share him?

"A novel idea," Mario smiled, "but it's worth a try."

Grady couldn't keep it up any longer and burst out laughing. "Kiddo, I love you like crazy, you know that? OK, me first."

They were all already naked so Grady pulled Brian flat on the bed, and hooked his legs over his shoulders while Mario lubed up his lover's cock. "Sir," Brian asked, "could I hear the yell?"

"What," Grady grinned, "like you're the lost boy in the jungle who Tarzan captures and ...?" He cupped his hands round his mouth and treated Brian to the long, loud Tarzan yell while he pushed his cock slowly into the boy's ass. Brian sighed deeply as he gazed up at the beautiful man – loved by millions – who loved Brian and Mario best.

Brian reached up and stroked Grady's hard, flexing pecs and Grady said, "Kiddo, all that talk of the guys in the other rooms got me real pumped. But I don't wanna cum yet so I'm gonna hand you over to my buddy."

Grady pulled out and Mario took his place on the bed and in Brian's ass. After making love to his ass for a few minutes Mario smiled, "Aaah, bambino, you feel so good. Are you happy with us, amico? I do so want you to be happy."

"Happier than I ever thought possible," Brian said. "I love you, sir. I love you both. You look and feel so good I think I'm gonna cum, sir."

"No, wait," Mario said. "Let's give you a little of the same treatment we all gave Miguel today. You ready, Grady?"

Mario pulled out and they stood one on each side of the bed, stroking their cocks. Brian knew what was coming and grabbed his own cock. "You ready, kiddo?" Grady asked, with his big, sexy smile. "You look just like the lost boy in the jungle at the mercy of Tarzan and his mate. They've just found you and want to make sure you're sexy enough to share their lives. What d'ya say, amico, shall we check him out?"

"Ready when you are, jungle man," Mario grinned. "If he can shoot his jizz exactly when we do, he's the boy for us. Here we go."

That was an easy one for Brian. Gazing up at the two gorgeous men, cum spurted from his cock just as he felt their jizz splashing all over him. Grady laughed merrily. "You passed the test, jungle boy. You're gonna live with us forever and ever. And now when you boys swap stories in the morning you'll have a tale to tell of your own."

They fell into bed with him and he sighed, "Thank you, sirs. It's been such a great day and ... and I'm feeling real tired. I think I ..." Grady pulled the boy's head onto his chest and he was asleep in seconds.

Mario smiled across at Grady cradling the boy who had once given up on life and shut himself away in the desert. But he had been rescued, his shyness had faded, and he had become a sweet, hard-working boy. And as Mario watched him asleep on Grady's chest he knew that any boy in the world who loved men would have traded places with Brian in a heartbeat.

In the morning everyone slept in late ... except for Danny, Tommy and the twins who had already spread out a buffet breakfast in the garden for men to help themselves. They straggled down drowsily in twos and threes and while some made straight for the coffee pot others chose to wake themselves up the shock way by diving in the pool.

Doctor Steve chose the coffee route while Lloyd, in just boxer shorts, leapt in the pool to horse around with Jason and Ben. Steve watched them intently, forming some kind of plan for the upcoming therapy session. He was trying to decide the best place to conduct it as he felt location was important. Danny had offered him the office but he thought that would be too formal. The gym was a possibility, but maybe too blatantly physical.

His dilemma was decided for him when Jason and Ben finally pulled themselves out of the pool and headed for the buffet, followed by Lloyd. He led them back to sit with Steve who said, "So, guys, how did you sleep ... or maybe I should say did you sleep? You shared with Adam and Nate, didn't you?"

"Yeah," Jason laughed, "but we did get some sleep despite the distraction of those hot Aussies. What made it worse was that those gorgeous guys were reflected so many times. Danny put the four of us in what they call the mirror room. He told us that when the house was remodeled they found they had surplus mirrors when they came to the last guestroom, so they installed them all in there. Maybe they intended it as a playroom or something."

Jason laughed. "I'm sure when Danny gave us that room he was being mischievous and making some sort of not-too-subtle point – you know after all that business yesterday of me making love to the mirror instead of my Ben here."

"Ah, which brings is neatly to our therapy today. I was looking for a segue into that subject and you just provided it. Maybe we should use that room for our meeting, if you don't object."

Jason glanced at Ben and said, "Sounds fine. It's a bit of a mess though after ... well, last night."

"Perfect," Steve said. "I want this all to be real casual. We'll get better results that way. When would you like to do it?"

Jason shrugged. "I dunno ... as soon as you like. Looks like nothing much is gonna happen around here for a while so we won't be missing anything. We're all in boxer shorts, though. Shouldn't we dress?"

Steve chuckled. "Like I said, Jason, I prefer this to be a casual get-together and there's nothing more casual than a few guys sitting around gabbing stripped down to their boxers. Also, and this is rather unorthodox, I think it would be useful to have Lloyd around, maybe in the background at first. But of course it's a private consultation so you would have to approve that."

"Great, we have no objection, eh, Ben?"

Ben's eyes sparkled as he was still hot for Lloyd after last night. "No problem, sir, I think Lloyd would look great in ..." He bit his tongue and stammered, "I mean he could ... like, be helpful ... kinda."

"Right," Steve said, "so as soon as you've eaten your fill, let's go take a look at this mirror room."

"Wow," Steve said as they entered the room, "you weren't kidding, Jason – reflections for days. When my brother Randy builds rooms for any of the guys he always installs plenty of mirrors, but this ..." he chuckled, "this is over the top even for Randy."

There were mirrors on all four walls giving multiple, repeated images in every direction. "OK, Jason, Ben, sit on the bed side by side and I'll sit here facing you. Lloyd, maybe for now you could sit in the corner over there until I need your help." They took their places, three of them in just boxer shorts, Steve in jeans and a brown polo shirt, a more formal look for the doctor.

"OK," Steve began, "I think we already know about the issues here. We've heard what Randy did to you, Jason, and seen how you made amends to Ben. But that was a one-time temporary fix and I want us to explore the underlying causes of all this, OK?"

Jason and Ben nodded and Steve smiled. "First of all, let me deal with these goddam mirrors `cos they're making me dizzy, like mirrors in a funhouse. But even though they are a distraction let me say right off the bat that mirrors are not the problem for you guys. There's nothing basically wrong with you getting off on your mirror image, Jason, taking pride in how you look. Remember the ugly duckling? He was miserable and ashamed of the way he looked until he stared at his reflection in a pond and saw a gorgeous swan."

"But sir," Ben interrupted, "Jason was never an ugly duckling, he was always a gorgeous swan."

Steve smiled at his little brother. "You're right, Ben. Bad example. All I'm saying is that Jason works hard on his body so it's natural that he admires it in the mirror. A little vanity can be a good thing, but like all things that turn us on – sex, alcohol, even cell phones – there's a danger of becoming dependent on them – they become an obsession, an addiction even.

Jason frowned. "You mean I'm addicted to me, doc?"

"Well I wouldn't put it quite like that, Jason," Steve chuckled. "But an obsession can cut you off from other aspects of your life and people you love. A guy who drinks too much neglects his work. Sexual compulsion can harm a guy's love life. And looking at a smartphone all day can isolate you from the world around you."

"Sir, you mean like when Jason complains that I spend all day texting the other boys?"

"Exactly, Ben. He feels you're neglecting him, just like you feel when he's getting off on himself in the mirror. But here's the deal. None of these activities has to be exclusive. What I mean is, when you're in a relationship you can share them. You can share a drink together (just not too many); experiment sexually, like three-ways; and share pictures on a phone."

"Sir, Jason and me already do stuff like that."

"Well you're halfway there, kiddo. Now all we have to work on is the mirror thing. Look, what it always comes down to is how strong a relationship is at its core, how much two guys love each other. We all saw you two when Jason came to the party after Randy had sorted him out and he stretched his arms out and you ran into them. I could tell your relationship was rock solid."

"Well, I could a' told you that, doc," Jason shrugged

"I know, Jason, but I needed to see it – and here is the amazing thing. While you guys were having great sex ... you were both showing off ...like you do in the mirror, Jason. You were showing off to the men, Jason, and you to the boys, Ben. You were sharing everything – your love and your vanity."

"OK, doc, does that mean I'm cured? End of session?"

"No," Steve smiled, "'fraid not. Problems are never solved by the shrink gabbing away as I've been doing. And while I've been talking I've noticed you, Jason, stealing glimpses at yourself in the mirrors. So here comes the practical part. Jason, I want to go back to how it was before. Meaning, I want you to get off in the mirror, show off that gorgeous body to yourself and us, while Ben watches, as he used to watch from an upstairs window.

Jason grinned, "No problem there, doc." He eagerly jumped up and gazed round the room, seeing so many Jason reflections it was hard to know where to focus. He finally chose a spot where he could see three reflections at once, and he was off and running. He started as always, by running his hand over his chest, then his abs. He pressed his fists into his waist, flared his lats and flexed his shoulders. Then he raised one arm and flexed the bicep while his other hand stroked the bulge in his shorts.

Jason had a whole repertoire of poses and he wasn't the only one with a stiff dick. Ben, Lloyd and even the doc himself, found themselves rubbing their bulges. Steve glanced over at Lloyd who came quietly to stand right next to Ben who was sitting on the bed watching Jason's routine in the mirror.

Ben had seen the show so many times in the past that he was now easily distracted by the hand stroking the bulging boxers next to him. He turned and looked up at Lloyd who pretended to be intently focused on Jason. Ben's eyes travelled down Lloyd's gym-built body, past the razor sharp abs and slim waist, and then he gasped as he saw the head of Lloyd's long cock protruding from the bottom of his shorts.

Lloyd's hand pulled the shorts up to expose the whole stiff shaft and wrapped his hand round it, keeping his eyes on Jason. Ben couldn't hold back. Impulsively he leaned forward, licked the head of Lloyd's cock, then took the whole shaft in his mouth. Lloyd looked down at him and grinned. "You like that cock, eh, kid? Man, that feels good. Yeah, eat it boy, take it all. Look in the mirror at that pretty young gypsy boy sucking that muscle-jock's rod. Damn that looks hot.

Lloyd glanced at Steve who nodded slightly. It was all going to plan. Now for the proof. Ben was really going to town on Lloyd. He had always admired the handsome architect – whether in suit and tie or in his gym gear, and had secretly longed to do this. His buddy Eddie, the champion cocksucker, had trained him well and it wasn't long before Lloyd was breathing heavily and groaning, "Shit that feels great, looks good in the mirror too. Look at yourself, kiddo, and make that hot stud bust his load in your mouth."

Lloyd put his hand round Ben's head and pulled his face forward while Ben used every trick in Eddie's playbook and soon felt Lloyd's cock pulsing in his mouth. "Damn, I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum ... drink it kid ... yeaahh ...!" Without gagging once Ben gulped down the warm juice as it poured down his throat."

Jason had been so intently focused on himself he had been unaware of anything else in the room (as Steve had put it earlier, `isolated from the world around him') until he heard Lloyd's triumphant yell. He glanced in another mirror and saw his boy sitting on the bed with Lloyd standing before him, his cock dripping, holding Ben by the hair. Ben was grinning up at him with cum dripping from his mouth and running down his chin.

"No," Jason yelled. "No – get your ass over here, boy."

Quick to obey his master, Ben stood up, kissed Lloyd on the lips and ran over to Jason who at last pulled his gaze from the mirror and stared at his boy. "Damn you look hot, kiddo. Look in the mirror. That is one beautiful young gypsy boy ... and he should be sucking my cock.

Ben dropped to his knees, pulled down Jason's shorts and lowered his mouth over a second iron-hard cock. And this time he needed no prompting to look in the mirror. So many times he had seen Jason's reflection but now the naked fireman had a boy kneeling at his feet sucking his dick. And it looked awesome.

"Now that is one gorgeous sight," Jason grinned, "hotter than hell kiddo. Man, you make me look good ... yourself too. Kid, you make us look good."

Steve smiled to himself with satisfaction and made a note on the clipboard beside him. This was better than he could have expected, and Jason's next move clinched it.

"Ben," Jason said breathlessly, "I wanna watch us fuck." He pulled his cock out of the kneeling boy's mouth and pushed him gently forward. Ben braced his hands on the floor so he was kneeling on all fours. Jason reach down and pulled Ben's shorts down and gazed at the while globes of his ass, contrasting with the dusky flesh of his gypsy body.

"Kiddo, you are so fucking beautiful and I want so bad to watch you get fucked in the ass. And as a bonus," he grinned, "it's gonna be a naked blond fireman doing the deed. You ready, kid?"

"Please, sir, I want it real bad ... and I wanna watch too." He kept his eyes riveted on Jason as he knelt behind him, put his hands on his butt and pulled it back to the head of his cock. They looked at each other in the mirror and Jason said, "Nice and wet so it won't hurt, kiddo."

"I don't care if it does, sir. I just wanna get fucked by that gorgeous man." He stared at Jason's square-jawed face, and watched the muscles of his stunning body ripple as he felt the fireman's pole ease into him, deeper and deeper. It came to rest, then pulled back ... and the beautiful man Ben was staring at was fucking him!

At first he couldn't connect the two – the stunning sight in the mirror and the exquisite feeling in his ass – but when he put the two together he gasped, "Sir, I can't believe it's you. You look so hot, and I don't think I've ever actually watched you fuck me before."

"Enjoy the view, kiddo, `cos I sure will." Looking in the mirror was like watching two other guys fuck. For Ben there were two hot Jason's – one he admired in the mirror, the other fucking his ass. The sight, the sensation, drove them to one of their hottest fucks ever, and they both had to restrain themselves from cumming too soon.

Steve and Lloyd watched in awe as Steve's therapeutic prediction came true – two men in love combining the narcissism of one with the worship of the other in a passionate act of master/boy love.

As he pounded the eager gypsy's ass Jason reached forward, grabbed his boy's hair and pulled his head back so Ben got a full-on look at the glorious sight in the mirror. Jason watched his own muscles tense and flex, watched his own cock piston inside his boy's ass.

But suddenly looking at himself was not enough. Still holding Ben's hair he pulled him all the way back, up on his knees, wrapped his arm lightly round his neck from behind and pressed his chest against the boy's back while he fucked him.

"Oh shit, you look so fucking beautiful, kiddo. Yeah, flex that body while I fuck you, boy. That's it ... how does it look watching yourself get fucked?"

"It's ... it looks awesome, sir. It's so hot I can't hold back anymore, sir. Will you let me cum?"

"Yeah, I wanna watch you cum, kiddo. Do it ... do it for me." Ben grabbed his cock and stroked it hard.

"Unbelievable," Lloyd whispered to Steve, who was by now stroking his own cock. "I've seen guys in a mirror before but those two are the best yet. Stand by for the big finish, doc."

"Cum for me, boy," Jason was groaning. I wanna watch my boy cum while I pound his ass. Fuck, I'm close. You ready, kid? Let's do it ... aaah ... aaagh!"

It was a spectacular sight as Ben blasted a stream of cum that splashed against the mirror while the fireman's cock erupted in his ass. The room shook with their jubilant shouts and when Jason at last pulled out he held his boy tight in his arms and they rolled over the floor laughing with joy as if they had discovered each other for the first time.

Steve, after his own orgasm, tucked his cock back in his jeans and instantly reverted to the cool professional doctor. "Very well done, guys," he said, as if they had just passed an exam. "That was an excellent start. But for a while we're going to have to build on today's success with regular sessions, say every two weeks. Is that OK?"

Sitting on the floor, his arm around Ben, Jason grinned, "Hey doc, every two days if you want, eh, Ben?"

Ben's eyes sparkled. "Twice a day, maybe?"

"That's my boy," Jason said, and they collapsed again in uncontrolled laughter.

"Sounds like Steve's therapy's working," Nate said to Jamie as they lounged in the pool together and heard the shouts from upstairs in the house. The two old friends were kicking back as most of the other guys were before they would all gather again for the big Sunday brunch.

"Yeah, sounds like a lot of fun," Jamie said distractedly.

Nate gave his buddy a searching look and said in his Aussie drawl, "Is everything OK, mate? You've seemed kinda tense all morning. Something on your mind."

"Nah," Jamie laughed. "This ain't me tense, it's me relaxed. You want tense you should see me in the office."

Nate frowned at that disturbing comment. "You know, Jamie, that's something I always thought was odd – you the avid California surfer, an outdoors guy, and the work you do as office manager keeps you cooped up in front of a computer all day. The two things don't go together, somehow."

"Tell me about it. Oh don't get me wrong, it's a great job and Bob's a wonderful boss, but ... I dunno, just lately it's been getting to me, like I wanna ... break out, run away and become a beach bum."

"Sounds like you need a vacation, mate."

"Yeah. I mean, I'm having a blast up here relaxing with all the guys but come Monday morning I know I'll be back in the same old chair in front of the same old computer. It gets kinda suffocating and I can almost hear the sound of the surf in my ears like a siren song. Hell, maybe I'll surprise them all by just busting out of there – you know, the old take-this-job-and-shove-it revolt, and go do my own thing.'

"Ooh, steady on, mate. You don't wanna do anything rash like that. I don't think Bob would approve, and if you upset Bob you upset Mark, you know that."

Jamie sighed, but Nate proved to be right. Jamie, who was always considered the most stable and reliable of the senior boys, still had an old rebellious streak buried in him, left over from his early days when he ran wild with his buddy Larry. He had long since been domesticated, with a responsible job, a great boss, good buddies and, above all, a lover he worshipped, the gorgeous cop Mark.

But burnout creeps up on a guy in a stressful job. He can be unaware of the tension until suddenly something snaps – and the results can be disastrous.

Even when the guy has a boss like Bob and a lover like Mark – especially then. He has more to lose.

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 393

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