A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 401 By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 401 – "TYLER & BEN DRESS FOR DINNER – UNDRESS FOR BED"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

The freckled-face Tyler and the dark young gypsy Ben learn their manners when the tribe's leader Bob and his twins take them to a classy hotel to smarten them up. But things get sexual when all four boys service their rugged master. After submitting to the twins, Tyler and Ben next face Bob. Their muscle-god fantasy grins, "I'm gonna take you both in turn, OK?" They reply in unison, "Yes please, sir." _____________________________________________________________________

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

The feud between the two construction company bosses, Randy and Zack was over. It had been bitter and physical – even sexual – threatening the very existence of the tribe, but at root the two men were as close as brothers and they had at last made their peace.

It was inevitable that the peaceful resolution of their fight would be cause for a celebration. Bob, Randy's lover and co-leader of the tribe, now decreed that the party would be as festive as the feud had been traumatic.

All two dozen members of the tribe gathered at the main house for a boisterous meal at the table by the pool and, after the meal, relaxed together – splashing in the pool or lazing around in small groups reminiscing on events from the past and exchanging plans for the future. Two of these forward-looking conversations were with Bob.

He was sitting gossiping with his boys, the twins Kyle and Kevin, when Pablo joined them. Everyone spoke freely before the twins. They had a rather exalted status as Bob's boys and it was known that he shared everything with them. Pablo was Randy's boy and adopted son – so much a mature adult by now that he had his own boy, Tyler, who was the object of his concerns now. "Sorry to interrupt, sir, but could I talk to you about Tyler?

"See, he's doing real well and I really love the kid. But he's always with me and tries to be like me, like I copy Randy. That's all well and good but it's kinda limiting for him. You're always saying that we should teach our boys new stuff – broaden their horizons I think you call it. Well, Tyler can learn only so much from me. I'd like him to see other sides of life. I'd like him to develop as a kind of cross between you and Randy, if you know what I mean."

"I think I do, Pablo," Bob said, "but how can I help?"

"Well, sir, I was always in Randy's shadow and loved it, but you took me out of that sometimes and helped me see – what did you call it – the finer things of life?"

"Ah, I get it. Well sure, let me give it some thought, Pablo, and I'll see what I can do."

After Pablo left, Bob was discussing the issue with the twins when a second request came, somewhat similar to Pablo's. This time it was the fireman Jason who pulled up a chair and said, "Bob, I have a favor to ask you `cos I'm uneasy about something. You know those fires burning north of here in Ventura? Well word is that my fire company is gonna be deployed up there to assist, probably for at least a week judging by how the Santa Ana winds are picking up again.

"Anyway, my boy Ben always gets anxious when I'm away like that, and I don't like the thought of him brooding alone in my house. He thinks the world of you, and he is Randy's kid brother, so I was wondering if ..."

"... if I could keep an eye on him? Of course I can, Jason. I really admire the work you guys do in those brutal fires and it's the least I can do to take Ben's mind off it. He can come and stay here, of course, and I'll try to find something to distract him."

"Phew, that's a relief, Bob, thanks a million." Jason grinned, "And maybe some of that classy thing you have will rub off on Ben. Living with me he don't get out much and he's still pretty much the wild, shy young gypsy I fell in love with."

"Well," Bob chuckled, "I can't promise a transformation and I don't think you want that, but a little polish goes a long way so leave it with me, Jason, and I'll come up with something. And take care of yourself up there, buddy. We want you back as healthy and handsome as you are now."

After Jason went to join another group of guys Bob was pensive and the twins smiled at each other. "You're plotting something aren't you sir?" Kyle asked.

"Well, not exactly a plot, kiddo, but I was churning something over. Remember what I did when I wanted to take the grubby construction worker out of Randy for a while and spruce him up a bit ... show him the finer things of life?"

"Of course, sir," Kevin said. "You took him to the Ritz Carlton down the coast near Laguna Beach. Actually, Mark did the same thing with Jamie to give him a taste of the good life."

"Exactly. So here's what I'm thinking. It's time I gave you both a treat, especially after all your hard work catering this party. You don't get much time off. So, run this idea up the flagpole. I take you two down to the hotel for a few days – and we bring Tyler and Ben with us. You know, get them out of those grubby old clothes, dress them up a bit, teach them some table manners.

"Of course we'd have fun too. I know those kids are as horny as their masters, can't go for long without sex, so we can help them out with that too. Tyler and Ben have always been shy around me, and they even feel a bit intimidated by you, I've noticed. But we could help them relax and break down their shyness and inhibitions, don't you think? What do you say?"

The twins exchanged knowing smiles. "We say let's hit the road, sir. We're all for it."

"Good, I hoped you'd feel that way. Right, so I'll set the wheels in motion. Could be real interesting. I have a feeling those kids might surprise us."

********************* CHAPTER 401 *********************

"Well that seemed to go well," Bob said to Randy as they got undressed for bed. The celebration was over and all the guests had reluctantly gone home, having strung out the festive atmosphere as long as they could.

As they brushed their teeth side by side in the bathroom Bob said to Randy in the mirror, "Your speech at dinner went down well, especially your apology for the mess of the last few days. All the guys are back respecting you as the undisputed boss."

"Hm," Randy grunted, spitting in the sink. "But what about you? Do you accept me as the boss?"

Bob squinted. "Randy? What d'you mean?" He was greeted with another grunt and spit. "OK, buddy, where is this leading?"

"Just that if you do see me as boss you have a weird way of showing it. You really climbed all over me at the board meeting in front of Mark and Zack, yelling at me like that."

Bob sighed. "Ah that ... yeah I thought I'd end up paying for that. Randy, the basic issue between you and Zack had been resolved and agreed, but you two were still not speaking, treating each other like you were radioactive. I knew we'd get nowhere if that continued so I suggested that therapy session with Doctor Steve. End of story, right? But no, good ol' Randy growls `I ain't seeing no damn shrink'." That's when I banged the table and laid down the law."

"Well you didn't have to talk to me like I was a rebellious brat."

"Even though that's exactly what you were. You know, Randy, you're weird. When you're in a fight you have the hide of a rhinoceros, you get bashed about and come back for more. But when anyone criticizes you, you are as thin-skinned as parchment and act out. You get away with some real dumb stuff, Randy, without getting punished."

They left the bathroom and got into bed, naked as always. "All's I'm saying," Randy grumbled, "is that when we're together, I'm the boss, right?"

"Jesus, seven years we've known each other and you're still debating which of us is the top man. Look, you and me, Randy, we're equal. You may rule most of the tribe `cos you've got that gypsy anger, the almighty club and those ice blue eyes that can make any man melt. But there are two men who really know how to put you in your place – Uncle Mike, who is like the father you never had, and me, your lover, who knows you better than you know yourself.

"Now, if you wanna go through the motions of fucking me to prove that you are the alpha male, go right ahead. I never say no to that. See, I'm all ready and waiting." Bob pushed down the sheet displaying his cock rising up stiff as a flagpole.

Randy grinned roguishly. "Yeah, so you are. You really do love your old man's dick in your ass, don't you? OK, buddy, I'll admit that sometimes I deserve a tongue lashing from Mike and I love him all the more for it. And I'll admit that you can push me around and get away with it. Tell you the truth, sometimes it turns me on.

"But ya see," Randy frowned, "being the big man around town, in charge of everything, yelling orders, can get real tiring. And if I'm gonna switch roles and get slapped around by another guy, no one I'd rather do it with than you, dude. But, godammit, I've always been the boss right from the days I fought my way to the top on the streets of West Texas. It's in my DNA, man. It's nigh on impossible for me to give up control to another man – even to you."

"You don't have to, Randy."

"What? What d'ya mean?"

"You don't have to give up control. All this bullshit about who's on top and who's on the bottom when we fuck. Like I said, buddy, we're equals you and me. But you've been such an asshole lately that I would love to fuck you – it's about time. But you can still be in control. Look." Bob pushed the sheet down again and his cock was still pointing straight up. "I'm not gonna move. You're the boss."

Randy got his meaning and flashed his gleaming smile – dazzling white teeth contrasting with the heavy stubble of his chin. "Dammit, Bob, you are one hot son of a bitch." Randy got up on his knees straddling Bob's chest. He spat in his palm, reached behind him and ran his wet hand up Bob's cock.

"OK, Randy," Bob said. "You're in control. It's on you."

Randy grinned, "Not on me, dude – in me. Yeah!" He sat down on Bob's cock until his ass rested on his wiry pubic hair. He gazed down at Bob's handsome, square-jawed face and at his eight-pack abs that flexed as he arched up to push deeper inside him. "Fuck, man, your cock feels incredible in my ass."

"Me too, buddy. So you're in charge, big guy. Ride that cock."

Randy raised up, then plunged down on the long shaft, pumping his fist in the air whooping with joy. Bob looked up at the erotic sight of the muscular gypsy rising and falling above him, his long black hair falling over his face, sparkling blue eyes smiling down at him. "Shit damn, I love you, buddy," Randy panted. "You always make me feel like a king."

Bob loved giving Randy pleasure like this. The macho construction boss was the iconic alpha male towering over other men and yet, in moments like these, Bob saw him as a rowdy fun-loving boy. His young brothers in Texas must have worshipped him, as his boy Pablo did now. Randy was having a wild time. As he was in control he could pump his ass hard and bring himself right to the limit of his endurance ... and to the edge of his climax, which he did several times before slowing down to prolong the ecstasy.

He breathed hard, his eyes gleamed and he rode Bob's cock like a cowboy rides a bronco, as Bob arched his back and pushed his hips higher. Yes, Randy was getting his ass reamed, but as he grinned down at Bob neither one had any doubt who was on top.

Eventually, as he again cranked it up toward a climax, he knew this time he couldn't pull back. And he knew from the gleam in Bob's eyes that he was ready too. Gazing down at the euphoria on his lover's face Randy was struck with a sudden absolute truth. "Buddy," he panted. "I know it now – I know you're never gonna leave me. I'm not scared of it anymore."

Bob roared "Hallelujah! I've waited seven years to hear that. And you've finally said it." He thrust his hips up hard one last time and pumped cum in the gypsy's ass – "Hallelujah!"

"Fuck you, man," Randy grinned. "Did I tell you you could do that?"

"No, Randy, but you're the one getting his ass ploughed so I call the shots. I'm top man."

"Oh yeah? Well get a load of this top man ..." Randy pounded his cock in his fist and with a triumphant roar blasted jets of cum that splashed down on the superman face.

They stared at each other, their eyes penetrating each other in that union of souls they knew so well. Randy pulled off Bob's cock, leaned forward and braced his hands on the bed, their faces inches apart. "So," Bob smiled, "I'm not gonna leave you, uh? You think I'm hooked."

"Hooked, lined and sinkered, buddy. Just the way I like you."

They fell into each other's arms and when their laughter finally died down they fell asleep.

Early next morning they were woken by a tap on the door and the twins came in bearing breakfast trays. They knew that the men were among the earliest risers and room-service breakfasts helped them get to work early.

"Thanks guys," Bob said. "Hope there's not too much debris left over from the big party."

"No, sir," Kevin smiled. "The boys worked late clearing it all up and the garden's like new. You can walk barefoot in the grass if you like."

Over breakfast Bob related to Randy his conversations the previous day with Pablo and Jason, and his tentative plan to take their boys, Tyler and Ben, down the coast with the twins to the Ritz Carlton for a taste of gracious living.

"Great idea," Randy mumbled with a mouthful of food. "Pablo asked me about Tyler but I told him I was the wrong guy to ask about manners and stuff and he should check with you. As for my little brother Ben, I agree with Jason. I brought the kid up to be the wild young gypsy he is now but he needs to see another side of life. I'd rather see him grow up like you than like me."

"Randy, the boy idolizes you ... and what's not to idolize?" he grinned. "So he's always gonna be like his hero big brother. But as I said to Jason, a little polish goes a long way so I think `dining at the Ritz' will be good for him, if a little intimidating. But that's the point."

"You should have another word with Pablo, though," Randy said. "He's not only Tyler's master he's Ben's boss at work so he'll have to approve both their absences."

"I plan to, Randy. I'll catch him before he goes to work. I've got the whole thing worked out."

"Of course you do" Randy grinned. "That's what a top man's for."

"Asshole," Bob chuckled.

"Dickhead. And after the stunt you pulled last night it's your ass that's grass tonight, buddy. The caveman's back."

Bob sighed. "Like I always say, `Once a caveman always a ...'"

Randy stifled him with a kiss and a hug and left for work.

Bob pulled on jeans and a T-shirt and went down the hall to the apartment of Pablo and Darius. When he knock a muffled voice said what Bob took to be `come in'. But when he entered he put his hand to his eyes and said, "Ooh, sorry guys. I'll come back."

"No, don't leave, sir." Pablo was kneeling on the floor with his mouth wrapped round Darius's 10-inch dick, but he sprang to his feet with his trademark grin. "Busted! But we're finished, sir. That was just our cooldown act where I finish off the remains of my man's jizz. Tyler's already up and out, sir, on his morning houseboy rounds with Eddie."

"Good," Bob said, "'cos it's him I came to see you about, following up on what you told me yesterday." Bob explained his plan for the weekend trip. "As it involves Ben too, at Jason's request, I'll need your approval to let Tyler come with us and to give Ben time off work."

"Yes and yes," Pablo smiled. "It's a great idea – just what they both need. I, er, I'm not sure if either one of the guys has suitable clothes for that fancy place, though."

"Don't worry, Pablo, I have a plan for that too."

Bob next drove the short distance to Jason's house where he found young Ben near to tears. Jason had just left for his deployment up to the expanding Ventura wildfires. "He said not to worry, sir, but I watch the fires on TV and they look real dangerous. You think he'll be OK?"

"I'm certain of it," Bob smiled reassuringly. "You know it's always safety first with firefighters. The first thing you have to do is stop watching the fires on TV. Then I promised Jason that you could come and stay with us while he's away. And I have a treat in store for you." Bob explained his idea for the weekend trip but Ben looked uncertain.

"Thank you, sir, but I don't think I'd fit in at a fancy hotel like that. I mean, I'm a gypsy and a mechanic. I don't have the right clothes. People would look down on me."

Bob's heart went out to Ben who, he realized, had probably been put down often in his early life as a grubby young gypsy. At least he had had his big brother to fight his battles for him. Bob smiled, "Trust me, Ben, when you're with me nobody will look down on you I promise you that. As for the clothes, I'm gonna take you and Tyler shopping tomorrow and we'll get you kitted out. You're gonna look killer handsome. Now off you go to work with Pablo. He's already given you time off for the trip – he's all for it."

Meanwhile Pablo was explaining the plan to his boy Tyler, whose first response was, "But I will come back to you, won't I sir? That won't change, will it?" Pablo felt a rush of affection and protectiveness toward his freckled-faced boy and reassured him that he would still be his boy. "Thing is, kiddo, me and Randy are kinda roughnecks and I can't teach you the things Bob can. Hey when you get back maybe you can teach me how to clean up my act."

Tyler grinned shyly. "But I like you down and dirty, sir. You are real sexy like that."

Pablo grinned, "Any more talk like that, kid, and I'll rip your pants off and fuck your ass. But you gotta get back to work and I've gotta get to the site. Shit-load of work today."

The next day Bob drove Tyler and Ben to the mall as planned, along with the twins. Bob knew all about dressing for success for adults but he was a bit out of touch on younger tastes so he had asked the twins to come along to give him advice on what smart young men were wearing these days. He was going for a smart-casual look and the twins kept up on stuff like that.

As Tyler sat in the front seat of the Mercedes he felt nervous but kind of excited to be next to Bob. Bob was so powerful in the tribe that he could have been intimidating to a newcomer like Tyler, but the reverse was true. Of all the tribe's men Tyler felt safer with Bob than anyone else – except Pablo, of course.

And when they started shopping he felt increasingly at ease as he and Ben tried on various outfits, joking and laughing at their reflections in the mirror. Bob stood back and watched his twins with pride as the two senior boys prompted and encouraged the juniors without making the choices for them. By the time they made their way back to the car, laden with shopping bags, they were a merry group looking forward to their little adventure.

They set off early Friday afternoon to avoid the worst of the Friday evening traffic. Jamie, Brandon and Eddie were at the house to see them off. Ben and Tyler were in jeans and polo shirts and insisted on wearing their jackets to show them off – a white polo shirt and blue blazer for Tyler, and a black polo and tan sport coat for Ben.

"Dudes, you look so cool," Eddie gushed, producing a camera he had borrowed from Darius. They posed dramatically by Bob's sleek black Mercedes, hamming it up amid gales of laughter that, Bob was pleased to see, banished any traces of earlier jitters.

Eddie also pointed the camera at Bob who looked stunning in gray slacks and a black jacket over a white dress shirt open just a little too far down the front – fashionable and macho sexy

In total contrast Pablo dropped by on his motorbike, greasy, sweaty and shirtless straight from work. He smiled admiringly at Tyler. "Kiddo, you look like a million bucks. Damn, after all this I guess I'm gonna have to pay to fuck you. Better not hug you or I'll get grease all over that fancy jacket." He leaned forward, curled his hands round Tyler's head and gave him a long hard kiss. "Be a good boy," he said, "and do what Bob tells you."

As the boys piled into the car Pablo said quietly to Bob, "Thanks a million for this, sir. I want to reimburse you for Tyler's clothes."

"No, Pablo, this is my treat, clothes and all. I'm proud of the way you're handling Tyler and I'll take good care of him for you."

Keeping his promise to Darius Eddie continued to film as Pablo swung his leg over his motorbike and kick-started it. He rode down the hill in front of the Mercedes before peeling off to the construction site, pumping his fist in the air as a goodbye. Tyler watched him go – a handsome, grease-stained muscle-stud mechanic shirtless in jeans – and turned sparkling eyes to Bob. "Don't he look great, sir?"

"He certainly does, Tyler. You are both lucky to have found each other."

Bob had deliberately sat Tyler next to him as he wanted the boy to relax and get comfortable with him. He let him talk excitedly, mostly about his life with Pablo, while Ben kept the twins entertained in the back seat. It was a festive group for most of the ninety minute drive down the 5-Freeway, but as they as they swung onto Crown Valley Parkway and approached Laguna Niguel Bob felt tension return to Tyler, and Ben was noticeably less talkative.

They looked through the windows in awe as they turned onto the long palm-tree-lined Ritz Carlton Drive and Bob filled them in on what to expect. "Just a few things before we get there, guys. Remember we are paying guests at the hotel and the staff are there to serve us. The management there knows me well because my company uses the hotel a lot for meetings and retreats. When we arrive you don't have to carry in the luggage, the staff will do that. We will go to the reception desk, I'll check in and the bellboy will show us to our suite.

"This hotel is rather more casual than most 5-star hotels as it's a resort on the cliffs overlooking the ocean. Although when non-guests drive up in beach clothes just wanting to come for a drink at the pool bar they are very politely turned away. You'll see quite a few well-dressed guests and an attentive staff but I don't want you to be intimidated in any way. You guys are special, and I we're gonna relax and have fun, OK?"

Bob wasn't sure whether his little speech had helped the boys relax or made them more nervous. And when they came to a stop in the canopied forecourt Tyler jumped as the door was opened and a smooth voice said, "Welcome to the Ritz Carlton, sir." Tyler blinked and gave a confused look at Bob who smiled, "We're here, Tyler. Just get out and say thank you."

When he got out Tyler found himself looking at a handsome, uniformed valet. He said a shy "thank you" then automatically went toward the car's trunk that Bob had popped. His training as houseboy was kicking in, but when he saw another valet lifting their luggage from the trunk he stopped and remembered what Bob had said. Ben, equally bemused, came up beside him and said, "Kinda weird, eh dude?"

"Not weird at all," Bob smiled, joining them. "This is how the other half lives, kiddo. Get used to it. Now for the walk through the lobby. It's a long lobby and you can imagine that when I bring Randy and he strides through all eyes turn to him as if they're all lusting for him – which they probably are. Well Randy is your big brother Ben, so we can't let him down. We'll let the twins go first. They are to the manner born."

The twins, who had been here before, had been Bob's boys for so long that a lot of his poise and confidence had rubbed off on them. They were identically dressed in beige slacks and loafers, with smart light blue T-shirts under gray blazers and all eyes turned as the two handsome young men walked through the lobby with matching strides, heads held high. They were an impressive sight.

Ben dug Tyler in the ribs. "Dude, everyone's looking at them. Do you think they're lusting for them like they do for Randy?"

"I'm sure they are, Ben," Bob said, "but we can't let them have all the glory. Come on – smart casual, like you own the place. But don't overdo it, boys." But of course they did, walking through the lobby, heads held high like flamingoes, glancing at each other stifling giggles.

When they reached the reception desk the clerk looked up and smiled at Bob. "Welcome back, sir. Such a pleasure to see you again." He pressed a hidden buzzer and the hotel manager emerged from a back office. "Bob," he said, "great to see you again. Welcome back."

They shook hands and Bob smiled, "Good to see you too Jonathan. Looking fit as ever." He introduced the boys. "You remember the twins, Kyle and Kevin, and this is Ben, this is Tyler."

The manager beamed. "Welcome, gentlemen. I hope you will enjoy your stay with us. You are pre-checked into one of our ocean-view suites. The bellboys will bring your luggage and take you up. If you need anything at all, Bob, I'm only a phone call away."

As they followed the bellboys Tyler whispered to Bob, "They're all so good-looking, sir."

"I know," Bob chuckled. "I sometimes think the hotel must hire them out of fitness catalogues."

On the top floor the bellboys showed them into their suite and one said, "I think you are familiar with our suites, sir. Main room here and a connecting bedroom on either side, all with ocean views, and two king-size beds in each bedroom." The last words were delivered looking straight at Tyler and Ben with the faintest trace of mischief. The staff took the luggage to the bedrooms, Bob tipped them and they left.

"Wow," Tyler said, free to let loose at last. "Sir, I feel like a movie star. Grady and Mario must get this treatment all the time."

Bob laughed. "The staff here are very good at making guests feel special. Of course our buddy Grady is the real thing – heads turn wherever he goes. At least nobody asked for our autographs like they do him. But while we're here you are a star too. So just relax and have fun." Tyler and Ben ran to the French windows and gasped at the view from the terrace, then ran round inspecting the rooms, with many a "wow" and "get a load of this, dude!"

Bob smiled at the twins. "Well I think that went pretty well, don't you guys? I love seeing the looks on their faces. I think this was a great idea, though I say it myself."

"We agree, sir," Kyle said. Kevin added, "They are going to have a great time – lots of new things to explore. And we'll do our best to help, sir. Whatever you need."

"Oh I'm gonna need a lot of help, guys – starting right away, I'd say." The twins saw a gleam in Bob's eye that they recognized, and grinned knowingly at each other.

OK, boys, Bob said, now that you've scoped out the place let's get comfortable. Ben, Tyler, that bedroom will be yours and the twins will share this one with me. Go hang up your coats and come join us."

The two boys went to their room and carefully hung their new jackets on hangers in the closet. They were impressed by the two king-size beds, and Ben said, "Which one d'you want, dude?"

Tyler hesitated. "Er, do you think we could sleep together, Ben? I'm still feeling a bit nervous being away from Pablo."

Ben beamed. "You read my mind, buddy. Every time I think of Jason in those fires I get scared, so curling up with you would be great. And, er, Pablo told me it was OK if you and me ... you know ... wanna ... fuck or anything. `Course, if you don't want to ..."

"No ... I mean yeah, that would be ... real nice. Now we better go see Bob and the twins."

As they crossed the living room the doorbell rang. Tyler looked nervously at Ben who opened it. "Room-service, sir," the waiter said, pushing a food cart. "Would you like it by the window?"

Ben nodded but Tyler cleared his throat. "Er, do you ... do you think we could have it out on that balcony thing?"

"Of course, sir, excellent suggestion." As the waiter wheeled the cart out to the terrace, behind him Ben grinned at Tyler and they high-fived. Bob saw them from his bedroom door and smiled at their small moment of triumph. They were getting the hang of it.

"Well done, Tyler, great idea," Bob said. "I ordered room service at reception when we checked in. Sandwiches and beer – I get kinda parched on the long drive down here." He signed the bill, the twins joined them and they all sat at the table the waiter had set up on the large terrace. There were piles of sandwiches and bottles of beer, and glasses too that confused Ben.

"Sir, do we have to drink the beer from a glass?"

Bob smiled, "Ben you do just as you like – we're in our own room. The way it works at meals is that the waiters pour the wine but with beer they sometimes open the beer bottle and leave it for the guest to pour. Give it a try. You tilt the glass and pour slowly to lessen the foam." He watched as Ben and Tyler poured carefully without spilling a drop and with no foamy head on it.

Tyler giggled, "Hey, I could get used to this ... what d'ya call it ... gracious living? This is the life, eh sir?"

"From time to time it's good to treat yourself," Bob agreed, "though I don't think any of the tribe would care to live this way. I know Grady gets tired of having to do it so much at showbiz functions, but Mario is an expert and guides him through it." He chuckled, "Somehow I can't see Randy pouring his beer slowly into a glass. He's more likely to bite the top off the bottle and spit it out before taking a slug."

And so the snack proceeded enjoyably on the terrace on a clifftop with a glorious view of the glittering Pacific Ocean. Casual as the meal was Bob occasionally gave pointers, like the beer pouring, as a mini-rehearsal for the upcoming dinner that evening.

When they were almost finished, Ben whispered to Tyler who cleared his throat and said to Bob, "Sir, Ben and me wanna thank you for bringing us here. We were both nervous about it but now we're real excited. We wish we could do something for you in return but, you know, we're just junior boys so ..."

"Hmm, perhaps I can think of something," Bob smiled. "Thanks for saying that, Tyler, and it's a real pleasure for me to do it. Tell me something. You said when we arrived that all the staff are handsome and sexy, like the valets and room-service waiter. Did that give you a hard-on?"

Surprised by the abrupt question Tyler blushed deeply. Bob laughed, "Come on buddy, we're all guys here, you can say what you like."

"Well, sir ... yeah, I did have a boner in my jeans, sir. Still do, actually."

"Me too, sir," said Ben and looked at the twins for support.

Kyle grinned, "Kevin and I always have permanent erections when we're around Bob. Goes with the territory."

"Well that makes five of us," said Bob. "Like I said, that long drive always makes me thirsty – hungry and horny too. Come on, let's get out of these fancy clothes and get ready for the beach." It was time, he thought, for the boys to forget their table manners for a while and really let their hair down.

They all trooped into the main bedroom where the beds were still immaculately made up, with a pile of pillows at the head. Eddie sat down on the elegant bedspread, then instantly sprang up and smoothed it down, mumbling, "Sorry, sir."

Bob laughed. "Tyler, let me tell you something about the beds here. First of all, don't be intimidated by them – they're meant to be used. Like this." He grabbed the bedclothes at the head and yanked them back, exposing the white sheets. "And there's another thing you'll love. No matter how we mess the bed up, when we're done we don't have to make it up again. I know you're used to making everyone's bed back home but not here. The maids do that for us."

Bob unbuttoned and pulled off his shirt, kicked off his loafers and dropped his slacks. Stripped down to his boxers he threw himself on the bed on his back and grinned up at them.

Kyle looked at Kevin and sighed, "Here we go again, bro." Kevin turned to the boys. "It's kind of a ritual, kids. When the master gets horny we're always on call. We sometimes think it's the only reason he keeps us around, though we would never admit that to anyone. And as he is leader of the tribe and such a big, sexy hunk it takes two to satisfy him. That's why he chose twins as his boys."

The junior boys were surprised at these daring words – until they caught the twinkle in the twins' eyes. A deep voice interrupted, "Hey, cut the crap will you and get on with it before I cream my fucking shorts."

Ben and Tyler looked down at the near-naked superman with his hands linked behind his head. They didn't often see Bob naked and now they stared in awe at his chiseled, smiling face and tousled dark hair. With his elbows bent his biceps bulged, his pecs and ripped abs flexed, and there was a big bulge in his shorts as he waited to get serviced by his boys.

The two younger boys took a step back, standing shoulder to shoulder, and turned their attention to the twins who, as usual, moved in perfect unison with each other. It was a display of synchronized stripping as they pulled off their T-shirts and stood stripped to the waist in their smart beige slacks and elegant brown belts.

Bob grinned, "Shit, you guys, now I know why all those heads turned in the lobby. If you had walked through like that they'd have given you a standing ovation."

"Thank you, sir," they said in unison. They knelt down, one on each side of the bed and ran their hands lightly over Bob's chest, then leaned down and teased his nipples with their tongues. They licked and bit gently, making Bob sigh with pleasure. Soon the twins moved from the nipples, licking up the cleft between his pecs, up his neck and jaw and finally kissed his lips and each other's lips in an erotic three way kiss.

Ben and Tyler watched spellbound, soaking up this lesson on how to please your man. Suddenly the twins pulled away and smiled up at the boys. Kyle said, "You told Bob you want to thank him for this trip. We just showed you how, boys."

The twins got up and stood in the background watching Tyler and Ben who hesitated at first. The twins were a tough act to follow. But the boys did as they had done and pulled their shirts off over their heads. Looking up at the shy young gypsy and nervous freckle-faced boy, both shirtless in jeans, Bob smiled. "Very nice ... two beautiful boys. Come on then, give it a try."

The boys glanced at each other, then knelt by the bed as the twins had. Their touch was a bit clumsier than the twins as they stroked Bob's chest, and Tyler gave a ragged sigh. "Don't cum, kiddo," Bob said softly. "You can do anything else except cum."

The boys exchanged glances again, then worked on Bob's nipples, copying the twins. Bob jerked slightly when they bit a little too hard and was relieved when they moved up his neck and face to his lips. After the practiced smoothness of the twins, the young and inexperienced Ben and Tyler were more raggedly impulsive, which Bob found just as sexy. As they kissed his face, cheeks and eyes they were aware of movement to the side of them, lower down Bob's body.

Kyle was pulling down Bob's shorts and the moment his stiff cock sprang up Kevin deftly caught it in his mouth and sucked it. Kyle joined him on the opposite side and they took turns letting the long thick shaft slide down their throats. Pretty soon, while Kyle took his turn, Kevin said, "Hey you two, give us a hand here."

Still on their knees they slid sideways to the twins, Tyler next to Kevin on one side of the bed, Ben next to Kyle on the other. Kyle stroked Bob's cock and said, "See this, dudes? This is the way we can make our man feel good and thank him for bringing us here. Follow our lead."

The next few minutes were ecstasy for Bob as all four boys worked on his cock. One licked the head, two the shaft and one the balls. Moaning and writhing in ecstasy, Bob reached up and gripped the head board, tensing all the muscles in his body to hold back his orgasm. The boys used every permutation – two licking the head while two sucked the balls, then each taking it in turns to lower his mouth down the shaft and bury his face in the tangle of pubic hair.

Ben and Tyler lost all their inhibitions as their sole focus became worshipping the muscle-god's cock along with their three buddies. They saw pre-cum oozing from the head and took turns touching it with the tip of their tongues and pulling back, stretching it out like a gossamer thread. The intimacy between the four boys was intense as they all concentrated on one goal – the pleasure of their master.

Bob writhed and moaned, looking down at the four heads and faces working fervently on his shuddering cock. The image, the feeling, were so intense that he clenched his jaw, trying desperately not to cum. But he knew he was losing the battle and, on the point of climax, he shouted, "Enough!"

In instant obedience the boys all pulled back and Bob got off the bed and sprang to his feet. Panting heavily, heart beating wildly he looked down at the four boys on their knees. "Sorry to interrupt, guys, but you were gonna make me cum and I wanna enjoy this a bit longer. You four are sensational, but for a while I don't wanna be a star in the show – I wanna take a breather and be a spectator. Kyle, Kevin. I think you know what I want to see."

From then on the twins took charge. "Get naked, guys," Kyle said. The boys were nervous again not knowing what came next but they obeyed, dropped their jeans and shorts and stood naked before the twins. Kevin said, "OK, dudes, on your backs on the bed.

Again Ben and Tyler obeyed, lying shoulder to shoulder for moral support and staring up at the twins who completed their synchronized strip. Coolly they unbuckled their belts and slowly lowered their slacks. The boys gasped as they saw two identical cocks spring out, hard and beautiful. In seconds the handsome twins were naked and Kevin pulled from his travel bag a jar of lube. As they lubed their cocks Kyle said, "You see guys, as senior boys, and Bob's boys, we have certain privileges. If we see two attractive junior boys and we feel like fucking them ..." "... we do," Kevin completed his brother's sentence with a smile.

"Don't worry," Kyle said, "your masters Pablo and Jason gave their approval for this to Bob." Kevin added, "And one other thing. Randy's rule is that no boy is ever forced to do anything sexual he doesn't want. So we have to ask you – do you want to get butt-fucked by twins?"

The wide-eyed boys stared up at the beautiful naked twins stroking their cocks in unison and they said together, "Yes, please, sirs."

If there was any difference in the otherwise identical twins, it was that Kevin tended to be somewhat gentler than his brother, so he knelt on the bed behind Tyler who was more nervous than Ben. Kyle chose Ben, and any nervousness in either boy was dispelled by the twins' deft touch. Moving in unison as always they lubed the boys' asses, eased their legs back and slid their cocks gently inside, pushing steadily until they were all the way in.

Tyler was holding his breath, gripping Ben's arm beside him, but as Kevin's cock came to rest inside him he exhaled with a sigh and his freckled face lit up with a smile. And when the twins, as was their custom, turned their heads sideways and kissed each other, so did Ben and Tyler who were learning to copy the twins in everything.

Leaning against the wall Bob watched his twins' performance with pride and satisfaction. It was poetry in motion as Kyle and Kevin seduced the junior boys with the same ease that they so often seduced him. He saw the glow on the faces of the younger boys as they gazed up at the identical smiling faces, each boy feeling one of their cocks inside him and knowing that his buddy was experiencing exactly the same sensation from the other.

That double vision created an almost fraternal intimacy between Tyler and Ben as they looked up at identical men and felt identical cocks moving inside them to the same rhythm. They turned their heads, smiled at each other and kissed again. That spontaneous expression of tenderness between the boys moved the twins in a sensual way, sexual even, and brought them both close to their climax, which they communicated wordlessly to each other.

Kyle said to the boys, "My brother and I are going to cum inside you, guys. But you are not to cum, no matter how much you want to. You will save that for later. We love you guys and are so glad to be here with you. Now, do you want to feel our juice inside you?"

"Yes please, sir." They gazed up at the twins who, backlit by the sunlight from the window, took on an almost angelic look as they once again kissed each other. The boys too looked at each other and Ben whispered, "I love you, dude." Their lips met again as they heard the twins sigh above them and felt juice filling their asses.

In a euphoric daze, Tyler and Ben were barely aware of the twins pulling out. Their heads fell back on the pillows and they closed their eyes, daydreaming of the stunning twins. But when they opened their eyes they were not looking at the twins – they were looking at Bob, standing at the bed in all his sexy, naked glory. Another daydream, a muscle-god fantasy – except that he was real.

Bob smiled down at them. "I apologize, guys, for making you wait so long before I let you bust your nuts. You must've built up quite a head of steam with those twins of mine, but you held back pretty good like I told you to. You do wanna cum, don't you?

"Yes please, sir," the boys shouted.

"Good, well the only rule here is that you gotta shoot without touching your dick. So I am gonna fuck you each in turn. Let's see here – who goes first?" He gazed down at them, stroking his cock, his muscles rippling in the sunlight, teasing them into a frenzy of anticipation.

Everyone in the tribe wanted to get fucked by Randy, but Bob was a prize of a different magnitude. Less wild, less raw than his lover Randy, Bob was loved and respected for his kindness and lusted after for his spectacular Superman looks and physique. To get fucked by Bob was something a boy would always remember.

Bob grinned, "Pablo's freckle-faced boy, I think. Followed by my lover Randy's kid brother. Don't worry Ben. Fucking twins in turn so often I have become expert at the double orgasm, so you'll get your fill. You ready Tyler?"

"I ... I think so, sir." Tyler's heart was beating so fast it was hard to breathe as Bob knelt on the bed and pushed his legs back. "Your ass is good and lubed by my boy's cum so this won't hurt at all." Bob pressed his cock against his ass, leaned forward and pinned his wrists to the bed.

"Now you're my prisoner, boy. And your master is gonna fuck your ass." Tyler surrendered himself completely to Bob and gasped as he felt the long shaft driving into his ass. It was enough to make him lose his load instantly but he managed to hold it back – though not for long. The euphoria of being the captive of this magnificent man, giving his ass to him, was overwhelming As the rod pistoned inside him he looked up into the dark brown eyes and moaned, "Sir ... please, sir ..."

"I know, kiddo. OK, I'm gonna fill your ass with my jizz – and I wanna see you cum. Do it for me, boy ... now!" Tyler's joyful shout filled the room as he felt his juice racing up from his balls, spurting from his cock and spraying all over his body, while Bob flexed his body and unloaded his jizz in the captive boy's ass.

When he was sure Tyler had pumped himself dry Bob pulled out, quickly moved over to Ben and plunged his cock into the wild young gypsy. He pinned him to the bed too and grinned, "You've had this before, kiddo, when Randy and I fuck you. But it always feels good, eh?"

"The best, sir. Your cock feels so good." Within minutes Ben was begging, "Please cum inside me too, sir ... I'm real close. I'm gonna cum, sir ... I'm gonna cum ... aaah!" His cock erupted with such force that his sperm shot right up to his neck and face while Bob slammed his cock deep inside him and bathed his ass with the remains of his warm juice.

As Bob pulled out Ben turned to Tyler, both of them dazed, and they locked mouths in a passionate kiss. When at last they pulled apart and looked up Bob was standing at the foot of the bed between the twins, his arms over their shoulders."

Bob smiled, "Welcome to the Ritz-Carlton, gentlemen." The twins chorused, "We hope you enjoy your stay with us."

From then on it was all fun, love and laughter. Bob said, "Come on, men, let's hit the beach."

"We brought a present for you," Kevin said and Kyle pulled out of their bag two pairs of board shorts, striped brown and white for Ben and faded blue for Tyler.

Tyler said, "Sir, should we shower before we go downstairs?"

Bob chuckled. "No kiddo, I tell you a little secret. When you walk through the crowd at the pool and people look at you and think what handsome young men you are, only you will know that you have the cum of two men in your ass. And when we're at dinner tonight and everyone is being very polite, you will smile nicely back at them thinking `If only you knew what I was doing earlier, pinned to the bed naked getting butt-fucked by three guys'. It's your little secret."

The twins, however, did wipe off the more visible traces of cum from the boys' chests and faces, and used a towel to wipe any traces of jizz off the bed. Tyler started to straighten the sheets but Bob stopped him. "What did I say, kid?" He put his nose in the air and said with a fake, haughty British accent, "We have staff to take care of that."

Downstairs they went through the pool area on their way to the beach and as they walked through the chaises and saw eyes swivel in their direction Ben giggled and whispered to Tyler, "Ladies and gentlemen, do you know my friend and I have our asses full of cum?" As soon as they reached the path down to the beach they burst out laughing. Walking behind them Bob said to the twins. "I'd say they've pretty much got over their shyness wouldn't you?"

Kevin smiled. "Pablo and Jason would be proud, sir."

After a run on the beach they went back up to the pool, lay on chaises and ordered margaritas. The waiters loved serving this happy young group after putting up with stuffy older clients. The boys looked around and Bob said, "There's a guessing game we play in a crowd like this. See that older guy with a young pretty woman. Do you think she's his daughter, his trophy wife or his mistress? And what do you think these folks think of us – family, brothers, buddies?"

Ben said, "Dunno sir, but if I stood up and announced I had your cum up my ass it might give them a clue."

Tyler giggled, "Yeah, `fuck buddies!' guesses the trophy wife. Give that lady over there a prize."

After all that Bob had to calm them down a bit when they were getting dressed for dinner, and again Bob gave them lessons. "The dining room here is pretty grand – with great food – and restaurants like this have a dress code. Used to be always jacket and tie for men, but it's more relaxed these days – no tie but I think they still expect a jacket."

"Sir," Ben asked, "how did you get Randy to get dressed up in a posh jacket and slacks?"

Bob sighed, "Wasn't easy. He would have been happy in a tank top so we worked up from there. We ended up with a sport coat over a smart black T-shirt, which is acceptable these days, and I gotta say when he walked into the restaurant there was a noticeable hush. All eyes were on him."

Kyle grinned, "He'd have that effect whatever he was wearing."

"Even if he was wearing nothing at all," Tyler offered, then blushed, "especially then, I guess."

Their own entrance into the dining room was marked by lots of discreetly swiveled glances and the boys were now on their very best behavior. Tyler was a bit daunted by the various glasses and knives and forks before him, but he soon realized that the waiters saw to that and poured the water in the water glass, and so on. Even when he dropped his fork, before he could bend under the table for it a waiter was at his elbow discreetly offering a clean one.

The Maître D', an elegant gray-haired man, knew Bob well from previous visits and came to the table to pay his respects. "Good to see you again, sir."

"Great to see you too," Bob smiled. "Nothing much changes around here does it? Is Carl still the executive chef?"

"He is, sir, and he is in charge this evening. Unfortunately he will not be here for the rest of your stay, though, as he has suddenly been called out of town. But never fear, sir, we have an excellent last-minute replacement for the weekend. Our hotel in Los Angeles is lending us their executive chef for the weekend.

"Actually, he was our sous-chef here before he was promoted and moved to L.A. where he's doing extremely well. The move was smooth for him too. He didn't even have to look for a house as I heard he moved in with friends. I'm not sure if you ever met him while he was here. His name is Miguel."

The twins looked a little startled and glanced at Bob, who kept his cool and answered, "Er yes, I did meet him – wonderful chef."

"Well he will be supervising your dinner tomorrow, sir. Bon Appetit, gentlemen."

Ben frowned. "Sir, ain't that the same Miguel who's living with Zack and Darius as a threesome? Tyler, you remember from when you first fell out of that tree spying on the guys."

Tyler said wide-eyed, "You mean that Miguel – that gorgeous musclehunk who was tied up and getting worked over by Pablo. I was so turned on I broke the branch and fell at their feet. He's real into leather too, like Zack and Darius."

"Yes Tyler," Bob smiled, "that would be the one. Funny, though, he never mentioned he was coming down here. Must have been a very last-minute move. It'll be good to see him down here, though I expect he'll be busy working most of the time. Ah, here come the menus. Let me guide you through them."

As Bob studied the menu the twins both studied him, trying to read his feelings. They knew him so well, his body language and tone of voice, that they guessed his pleasure at seeing Miguel here was tinged with some misgivings about the past. Everyone remembered that when Miguel first joined the tribe he had had a brief but passionate relationship with Randy – an intense, lustful affair. Their macho sexuality was well-matched and for a while they had eyes only for each other – to the exclusion and humiliation of Randy's lover Bob.

Bob had never really blamed Miguel, knowing that the fault lay with Randy – Randy and his cock, which had led him astray before. Bob had made his peace with Miguel, but there was still that bitter memory of when Bob and Randy had almost split up.

When the twins talked about it privately later that night out on the terrace, Kyle said, "I hope his being here doesn't change anything. I know it was all Randy's fault, but I've never been convinced that Bob totally forgave Miguel."

"It's not so much that, Kyle. We both know there was a spark between Bob and Miguel that they both tamped down under the circumstances. Miguel was still feeling guilty and scared of rocking the boat any more. And Bob, after condemning Randy with that fierce tongue-lashing, could hardly express any love or lust for Miguel and risk being guilty of the same thing he accused Randy of."

Kyle grinned, "As Doctor Steve would say – oh what a tangled web we weave. But a lot of water has flowed under the bridge since then, bro. Things are not as heated as they were."

"Yeah, but that's what worries me, dude. No restraint, all bets are off. Anything could happen."

"Well," Kyle shrugged, "whatever does happen, let's put it all down to furthering the education of Ben and Tyler."

"Nice try, bro," Kevin smiled. "I wish I had your confidence. We'll just have to wait and see."

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 402

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