A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 475 By Rob Williams
Chapter 475 – "THE SOLDIER SURRENDERS"
IN THIS CHAPTER:
The Marine Captain Hassan doubts his own top-man image when he follows leather-master Adam into a dark alley and surrenders in a trial of masculinity. "On your knees, soldier," the Aussie hunk orders. Hassan teams up with Mike, the macho leather-bar owner, and the tables are turned on Adam and his boy Nate. The macho Aussie submits to the soldier, who forces him to watch his own boy get reamed. ___________________________________________________________________
IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER
The tribe's co-leader Bob was slowly recovering from his stress-related burnout in the privacy and security of the Grady House.
He had made amends in graphic fashion to two of the men he had previously verbally and emotionally abused – the handsome Forest Ranger Pete and his boy Brandon. Bob had humbled himself before Pete, kneeling at his feet and enduring a savage face fuck by the Ranger. Afterwards Pete said, "Thank god that's over. Let that be an end of it, buddy, and please cut all this crap about guilt and punishment will ya?"
With their friendship restored stronger than ever the two men set about demonstrating their thanks to their hosts, movie heartthrob Grady and his Italian lover Mario, which they did by playing out one of Grady's biggest fantasies, a scene from his big-screen Tarzan movie where Tarzan is captured, bound and worked over.
Pete, Bob and Seth tied Grady up and subjected him to a gang fuck, leaving the macho Tarzan, broken and humiliated his muscular body, striped by the whip, hanging limply in bondage, a naked fuck-slave begging for more.
Everything became a blur and for a few seconds Grady lost all sense of where he was or what had happened. When he slowly regained consciousness he found himself gazing into Mario's smiling eyes. "Are you OK, amico?" the lilting Italian voice asked.
Grady blinked, then smiled weakly. "That was so fucking hot Mario – better than any fantasy. But it left me a fucking mess, so let's go jump in the pool and you just hold me until I come back to the real world."
After they left the men rejoined the boys and just then Brandon's cell phone rang. He looked at the screen ID and smiled – it was his pal Eddie, Hassan's boy, typically checking in for all the gossip. Brandon said, "Dude, you will not believe what just happened up here. Tarzan got tied up and gang-fucked. Amazing scene, right out of the best porn flick you've ever seen. So what's up, dude?"
"Well ... I'm not sure, but there's some story brewing. I don't know the details, but the upshot is Hassan and Adam are taking me and Nate out to see Uncle Mike and Larry in Palm Springs."
"Really? That's kinda sudden, ain't it?"
"Well ... in a way it's been building for some time. For some reason I don't understand Hassan and Adam have been kinda cool to each other. Nate don't know why either. You know Hassan, always the strong silent type ... well he's been more silent than usual. It's weird.
"Anyway, I think Doc Steve got involved and so, we're off to the desert. I called Larry and he hinted that Mike's been going through some kinda ... some kinda older guy insecurity thing, Larry says, whatever that means. I mean, can you imagine? Big tough Mike, insecure? Anyway, Mike told the guys he could use some company so they put two and two together and came up with six – the six of us at Mike's place."
"Sure sounds like something's brewing, dude. But you'll keep me posted, eh?"
"Hey, this is me motor-mouth Eddie. I keep everyone posted."
********************* CHAPTER 475 *********************
HASSAN'S OBSESSION
At the Grady House scores had been settled, fantasies played out, and peace descended on the house for the rest of Bob and Will's stay there.
Brandon was still thinking about the phone call from Eddie which, though lacking in detail, suggested some kind of tension between the hunky Marine Captain Hassan and the handsome Aussie Adam. Neither of their boys, Eddie and Nate, could find out what the problem was.
When Brandon huddled with Brian and Will at the Grady House the three boys' imaginations ran riot, coming up with all kinds of scenarios for the tension, each one wilder and more improbable than the last. Even so, none of them came close to the real truth. It was quite a story ...
It had begun one evening about a week ago when Eddie and Nate had gone out together to dinner and a movie. Eddie was the house manager and had taken over from Nate who now ran a property management business. So they had a lot in common and were close buddies.
Their masters – Eddie's Hassan and Nate's Adam – were left alone in their own homes across the street from each other. Marine Captain Hassan had had a tough day at the Marine Base with new Marine recruits and was kicking back watching TV and drinking Scotch.
Adam had decided to go out on his own. Ever since his days in his hometown Sydney the ruggedly handsome, muscular Aussie had been into leather, frequenting the Sydney leather bars where he was a star attraction. He enjoyed walking through a bar in full leather and seeing from the corner of his eye heads turn and guys nudge each other.
Now he lived in Los Angeles, a senior crew member for an Australian airline and living happily with his boy, his fellow Aussie Nate. But he sometimes missed the leather scene, and when he was alone, like tonight, he would put on his leather gear and go out to flaunt himself in the L.A. leather bars in the Silver Lake district.
Hassan was in a strange mood that even he could not define. He had been with young rookie Marines all day, barking orders to the macho young guys who worshipped their tall, muscular captain. His chiseled, dark Arab/Asian features gave him an exotic, dangerous look and a natural air of authority as he strode among them in combat gear.
Many of the young studs had boners in their uniform pants though they would never admit it even to themselves and would defend their masculinity to the death. But Hassan got bored with all the hero worship, always being the macho commander, and usually found solace in his boy Eddie, with his cheeky smile and youthful energy.
But tonight Hassan wanted something different, though he couldn't pin down what it was. He was horny, that's for sure, being around brash young Marines all day, but he didn't want to just jerk off. Still, he turned on one of Eddie's porn videos and watched it idly.
It turned out to be an S&M video set in a dimly-lit leather bar. The camera followed the main character as he walked through the crowd looking for action. He was a super-macho alpha male bare-chested in leather chaps. Tall with a muscular build he had a rugged Arabic look, with a heavily stubbled jaw – definitely a top man. Yet when he finally hooked up it was with a big muscular black guy in full leather, a black leather vest open over his solid pecs.
The black guy grabbed him by the neck, turned him round and pressed him face-first against the wall. He ripped open his jeans and pulled them down below his ass. The victim reached up and clawed at the wall, splayed against it as the black guy pulled out a massive dick and drove it into his ass. The fuck was long and brutal and at the end the Arab guy slid down the wall and fell in a heap at the feet of the leatherman.
Hassan ejected the video to stop himself cumming in his pants. He stood up and paced the room moaning "Fuck ... fuck ..." It was a warm sultry evening and he was sweating through his T-shirt. He pulled off the soaking shirt and tossed it disgustedly in a corner. His breath was heaving, he needed some air. Shirtless in combat fatigues and boots he lurched to the door, stepped outside and took in lungsful of warm night air.
He walked up the narrow, tree-shaded road, hoping that physical activity would relieve some of the sexual tension that coiled tight round him. Maybe he should go back home and jerk off after all. Except he knew he wanted more than that. He turned and walked back, and when he was in sight of his house he saw Adam's SUV pull up to the Aussie house across the street.
He stopped and watched as Adam got out – wearing leather pants, heavy black boots, a black leather vest hanging open over his muscled chest and a peaked leather cap pulled low over his eyes. He wore leather armbands above the bicep and round his wrist, both on the left arm, denoting him as a top man, a leather master. He strode into the alley that ran alongside his house, headed for the back door.
Hassan quickened his pace and, with his heart beating wildly, followed the leather-master into the dark alley. Adam must have heard his footsteps behind him as he stopped, turned and leaned against the wall, one leg bent, foot pressing against the wall. It was a typical pose of a man cruising a dark alley looking for sex and Hassan felt his cock stirring in his fatigue pants.
He saw the man staring at him from under the peak of his cap. He walked slowly forward and turned to face him. In the dark, with his face partially obscured by the cap, it was not clear it was Adam – just a spectacularly hot leatherman looking for trade. Hassan now saw that under the vest was a studded leather harness crossed over his chest, displaying the slabs of his pecs and the solid ridges of his washboard abs.
They stared into each other's eyes and Hassan knew beyond doubt that this is what he had been wanting. At last the leather master moved. He pulled from his pocket a studded leather collar that he slowly, ritualistically buckled round the Arab's neck. Hassan did not resist.
Adam took off his cap, shrugged off his vest and dropped them on the ground. His torso was now stunningly etched under the leather harness – broad shoulders, flexed pecs and abs and lats sloping down to his slim waist cinched by a heavy black leather belt. Adam raised his hand grabbed the collar round Hassan's neck and pulled his face forward into a ferocious kiss.
Hassan gasped as Adam pulled back and wrapped his hand round the Marine's throat. The deep Aussie voice ordered, "On your knees, man."
THE SOLDIER GROVELS IN A DARK ALLEY
Hassan was in another, dark world. No longer the dominant Marine Captain he was falling under the erotic spell of the leather master and his penetrating eyes. He pressed his hands on the harness, feeling the solid muscle underneath, and as he sank slowly to his knees his hands slid down Adam's pecs, abs and waist, then down the leather pants until he was kneeling on all fours, groveling at the master's boots.
Propelled by forces beyond his control the swarthy Marine Captain bowed his head and licked the boots, inhaling the intoxicating smell of leather. His cock was rock hard in his pants as he lapped at the boots, then grabbed a leg and licked the leather pants, pulling himself up until he was staring at the bulge of his crotch.
With trembling fingers he jerked down the zip, reached inside and pulled out the huge shaft. Adam grabbed his cock and slapped it against the Marine's stubbled face, one side then the other, and growled, "Eat it, soldier."
Hassan opened his mouth and the thick cock pushed inside and slid down his throat until he choked, suffocating on the huge cock filling his mouth, tears running down his face.
Adam grabbed the Arab's thick black hair and forced his face down and back on his cock that drove deeper and deeper in his mouth. In a daze the powerful Marine now surrendered to the dominant leather master, craving his cock in an ecstasy of abject surrender to another man.
He braced his hands on Adam's waist, lost in a frenzy of lust for the man's shaft, feeding on it worshipping it, until he felt it swell in his mouth. The leatherman pulled out and snarled, "What do you want, soldier? Tell me."
Hassan gazed up at him, spit running down his sagging jaw. "I wanna drink your sperm, man. Please, sir, cum down my throat."
The cock slammed in again and pistoned in and out of the rugged face until Adam groaned, "Drink it, soldier," and blasted cum down the Marine Captain's ravaged throat. Hassan choked and desperately gulped down the bitter-sweet semen until Adam yanked his head back and stared down at the beaten face, jaw sagging open, cum running down the stubbled chin.
Adam raised a leg, pressed his boot against Hassan's chest and shoved him hard on his back on the ground. As he lay there Adam planted his boot hard on the soldier's chest in a triumphant winner's pose. It was a scene of total domination of one alpha male by another, the macho Marine lying helpless under the boot of the leather master. Adam growled. "Submit to your master ... pull your dick out and jerk off. Let me see you bust a load over that bare chest. That's an order, soldier."
The humiliated captain was quick to obey. He ripped open his pants, pulled out his cock and pounded it in his fist. "Submit to me, soldier. Let me hear it."
Broken and degraded the soldier craved the domination of the master. "I give up, sir. You win ... I submit ... aaagh!" His cock spurted jizz over his ripped abs and heaving chest, smothering himself in his own cum.
Adam grinned down at him. "This is just between you and me, Captain. Our secret. As you military guys say, don't ask, don't tell."
He zipped up his pants, picked up his cap and vest and slung the vest over his shoulder. He hooked his boot under the broken Marine and flipped him over on his stomach. He watched the muscular Arab soldier drag himself painfully through the dirt of the alley into the darkness, a picture of abject humiliation. Then Adam strode away to his house.
THE MARINE & THE MAN IN THE MIRROR
At the end of the alley Hassan pulled himself to his feet and stumbled across the street to his house. In the bedroom he closed the door behind him and leaned on it, breathing deeply. He tried to make sense of what had just happened but his mind was a jumble of confusion, guilt ... and lust. He could not banish from his thoughts the sight of the leather master towering over him, his boot planted on his chest, ordering him to jerk off.
He went to the bathroom to clean up and caught sight of himself in the floor-length mirror. He was mesmerized by his reflection – a shirtless, muscular Marine in fatigue pants and boots, his bare chest smothered in dirt, sweat and his own semen. The chiseled dark Arab features were streaked with tears – and a studded black leather collar was buckled round his neck.
"Fuck ... fuck," he breathed. He tugged at the collar and recalled the handsome leatherman pulling on it and driving his cock in his mouth. By narrowing his eyes to blur the picture slightly it was no longer himself but a rugged Marine Captain who had surrendered to a powerful leather master, had knelt, licked his boots, sucked his cock, had been forced to jack off then crawl away in humiliating defeat.
His impulse was to rip off the collar and hurl it away in disgust. But he couldn't ... it enthralled him, made his dick hard again so soon after his climax. In a homoerotic act of self-worship he put his finger on the glass and traced the outline of the soldier's face, his neck and muscular body. He leaned forward and kissed his own image on the lips.
He pulled back and stared at the deep brown eyes, then watched as the Marine pulled out his cock and started to pound it in his fist – a rugged, alpha top man who had been dominated to submission by another master and was now in thrall to the man in the mirror.
He imagined this man, shirtless with a collar round his neck lying beaten on the ground under the master's boot and forced to jack off. He watched the soldier pounding his own dick until he threw his head back, groaned, and blasted a stream of jizz that slammed against the mirror and ran down the glass.
He regained his ragged breath, then opened his eyes wide and saw himself. Only then did the shame of what he had done hit him and rocked his image as a tough Marine captain. "Fuck ... fuck ..." He unbuckled the collar from his neck and tossed it aside, then stripped naked and turned on the shower.
Under the stream of hot water he scrubbed his body in an attempt to cleanse himself of the degradation he had allowed to happen ... had welcomed ... desired!
He toweled himself off, went back into the bedroom and threw himself on the bed where he soon fell into a deep and troubled sleep.
HIS BOY'S HEALING TOUCH
It was several hours later that Hassan was woken by voices outside. It was Eddie and Nate laughing and kidding around as they said goodnight to each other. Minutes later Eddie bounced into the bedroom and pulled up short. "Oh, sorry, sir. Didn't realize you'd be in bed already."
"No problem, kid. How was the movie?"
"Amazing, sir. It was about a bunch of super-heroes beating up all the bad guys who were trying to blow up the world – never could keep straight who was who. But what turned me on most was that their leader was this big dark military hunk. He was totally gorgeous, no shirt, built like a brick shithouse, and here's the kicker – he looked a lot like you. Well, you know how I can fantasize, and as the hero demolished the bad guys I imagined it was you, sir ... made me wanna jerk off, but I didn't `cos me and Nate could a' got chucked out of the theater. So ..."
As Eddie rattled on as usual, shedding his clothes as he talked, Hassan smiled at his boy whose youthful enthusiasm was enough to temporarily chase from Hassan's mind the tortured memory of Adam and the dark alley.
"So what have you been doing, sir?" Eddie asked without pausing for breath. He caught sight of his porn disk open by the TV and grinned, "Watching porn? Hey you don't have to jack off to porn with me around. You wanna blowjob, sir, an Eddie special?"
"Come here kid," Hassan said, pulling him roughly on top of him. "Yeah, let's see what you got."
Eddie went down on Hassan, working on his cock using all the tricks he had perfected over the years to make his master moan with pleasure, and pretty soon fill the boy's mouth with his cum. Eddie flashed that urchin grin Hassan loved so much, cum dribbling down his chin, and Hassan pulled him on top of him and wrapped his arm round him in a tight, almost painful hug.
Eddie sensed that something unusual was up in the way Hassan clung on to him. "Listen kid," Hassan breathed in his ear, "you'll always be my boy, won't you, no matter what happens?"
"Of course, sir. That's never gonna change. You, er ... that is what you want, sir?"
"More than ever, kiddo. You're just the boy I need, and I'm gonna hold on to you tight, like this."
The strong arms held him hard even after Hassan fell asleep. Eddie glimpsed the discarded leather collar on a pile of clothes in the corner and wondered again what Hassan had been up to in his absence. But he didn't care just so long as he was wrapped up tight in his muscular arms.
The next day when Eddie went to work in the tribe's compound across the street he ran into Nate and they chatted about last night's movie. Then Nate asked in his Australian drawl, "Er, how was Hassan when you got home, mate? Only reason I ask is Adam seemed a bit distant. Said he had a good time in the leather bar, but that's it, no details. Bit strange I thought."
"Yeah, Hassan was kinda different too. He held onto me like a guy clutching a lifebelt. Not that I'd complain. I can't get enough of those big muscular arms wrapped round me. He can do that any time he wants."
In the following days Nate and Eddie compared notes again, both agreeing that Hassan and Adam seemed to be keeping their distance from each other. Hassan never said a word to Eddie about what had happened in the alley with Adam. In fact neither man mentioned it to anyone – with one exception.
Hassan was still convoluted in his mind about his compulsive behavior that night, shaking off his natural image as top man and groveling at another man's feet. He worried whether it had been just a one-off impulse or a sign that he was fundamentally changing. As a Marine Captain his tough-guy machismo was central to his being, and now it was threatened.
And there was only one man he could confide in – Doctor Steve.
TWO ASPIRINS – DRINK LOTS OF FLUIDS
As the tribe's therapist, Steve was used to listening to the problems and occasional self-doubt of ultra-macho guys like boss Randy, the cop Mark, the construction worker Seth and even Mike, the mature, experienced older man in Palm Springs. Steve knew well that for men like these it was sometimes a strain to maintain the powerful, dominant image they projected to the world. Cracks in the fabric of machismo were bound to happen from time to time.
So it did not surprise or faze Steve when Hassan came to visit him and poured out the story of that night in the alley. It was a relief for Hassan to share his anxieties with another man, especially a professional therapist like Steve with the comfort of confidentiality. For the conflicted soldier it was like a confession of weakness.
"Damn it Steve, do I look like a man who would kneel to a guy, lick his boots, suck his cock and then lie on the ground with the guy's boot planted on my chest while he orders me to jack off? And the thing is, Steve, Adam didn't have to force me ... I fucking wanted it, craved it, like a fucking obsession. That's just not part of me, dude."
Steve smiled. "Well it obviously is a part of you Hassan as you say you were not coerced, you craved it. But, as I often say to my patients, it's nothing I haven't seen before."
"But what the fuck am I gonna do, man? Am I completely cracking up? Tell me what to do."
"Hassan, I could give you a whole lecture on the complexities of machismo, role reversals, domination and submission, the leather fraternity yada, yada, yada. But what you experienced is something visceral, in the gut. It's not something you can write a prescription for, like `take two aspirins and drink lots of fluids'. Well," Steve grinned, "drinking fluids might help – the bodily kind."
"So that's it?" Hassan barked, getting belligerent. "Drink lots of cum? That's all you got, doc?"
Steve smiled indulgently, "Hassan, please. I'm not one of your young recruits, you know?"
"Sorry doc but this is tearing me up and ..."
"Just let me finish, captain. As I said, what you experienced was visceral, a compulsion as you described it. And that's not necessarily a bad thing. There are many good compulsions – like working out at the gym every day. But understanding and acceptance has to come not from a lecture, but from feeling it, just as going into that alley was a something you felt you had to do.
"You know that my remedies are often unorthodox, sometimes described as crazy, but here is what I suggest. The other day I spoke to Uncle Mike in Palm Springs, who is going through some issues of his own. It's not something I can discuss, of course – doctor/patient confidentiality and all that – but I suggested that he's maybe isolating himself out there with his boy Larry and they need to socialize more.
"So the upshot is that he has invited Adam and Nate to spend a long weekend with them. And here's my suggestion to you. That you and Eddie go with them."
Hassan flinched. "What! No way, doc. I've been avoiding that guy since that night ... no way I'm gonna spend a weekend fucking socializing with him after what he did to me."
"What you wanted him to do to you, Hassan," Steve reminded him.
"Yeah well, whatever," Hassan said dismissively. "It don't make sense."
"Neither does a Marine Captain on his knees sucking dick in an alley make sense, buddy. But as a Marine you are trained not to run from the enemy but to engage them. You can't avoid Adam forever. So there it is, take it or leave it. You asked me what you should do and that's my recommendation – my equivalent of two aspirins and lots of fluids."
Seeing Hassan hesitate, Steve added, "I can take care of the logistics. I'll call Mike and say I've advised you I think it would be good for all concerned if you went out there too. Of course, as I told you about my meeting with Mike, I would not say anything to him about our conversation, that's private. Like I said, my methods can seem crazy, but they mostly work, and I have a hunch this one will too. But I don't want you to think about this and agonize over it – just do it, soldier. As you Marines say, `Be all that you can be'.
Hassan managed a grin. "Fuck you, doc."
"Good," Steve smiled. "So that's a yes, then. And when you're out there don't forget what I said, soldier – plenty of fluids."
It was only an hour after Hassan left Steve before Mike called him and asked him to come and join them in the desert for the weekend.
"When Steve called me it seemed like such a great idea – don't know why I didn't think of it myself. Adam and Nate are coming too. I know how well you get on with that hot Aussie, and Eddie and Nate would be good company for Larry. I'm always afraid that the kid is isolated, he don't have many friends his own age, just old-timers like me, and sometimes I think I'm too low energy for him. That's the trouble at my age, your testosterone takes a nosedive and ...
"Sorry, there I go banging on about my own troubles. At least you don't have any problems with your energy and virility, a macho alpha male like you – always the top gun. It'll be great to see you, captain, and that terrific motor-mouth kid of yours. Eddie and me go back a long way.
Hassan had already cleared the idea with Eddie who reacted with the same enthusiasm as Mike. And a short time later that's when Eddie called up to the Grady House and told Brandon of their trip. He told him that, for some reason neither he nor Nate could work out, Hassan and Adam had been kinda cool to each other. It was weird.
"Anyway," Eddie said, "I think Doc Steve got involved and – we're off to the desert. I called Larry and he hinted that Mike's been going through some kinda age insecurity thing, whatever that means. I guess it'll all get sorted when we get there."
BOB'S ADVICE TO EDDIE – KEEP IT ZIPPED
A few days later Bob and Will came home from the Grady House at last, with Bob's burnout and depression a thing of the past. At dinner that night Bob got a standing ovation from the guys and he made a short speech, starting with, "He's Baaack!" He thanked them all for putting up with him and praised Will profusely for taking such good care of him and helping his recovery. Will blushed and made light of it but the junior boys mobbed him anyway.
Randy stood up and kissed Bob to renewed cheers. By now everyone knew of Randy's visit to the Grady House where he had broken into the house in the dark and spent the night with Bob, breaking all the rules of seclusion laid down by Doc Steve. The boys found that hugely romantic and the leaders' stature as the perfect lovers soared.
After the fuss died down Bob happily surveyed the group round the table. He had missed the camaraderie and was glad to be back.
His sensitive antennas picked up a certain coolness between Hassan and Adam who usually sat near each other and had lively conversations. Brandon had told Bob of his conversation with Eddy, and Bob was canny enough to put a few of the pieces together. One thing that reassured them was that Steve had been involved. Bob trusted Steve's unorthodox methods and was confident that, whatever he had suggested, everything would come out right.
Eddy told Bob that he had arranged for two of the junior guys to take his place and maintain the compound in his absence. "They already do the gardening so they'll just move their act indoors while I'm gone."
"Good boy, Eddie," Bob smiled. "Thank you. And by the way, take good care of that Marine of yours while you're out there. Will took terrific care of me while I was recovering and I'm sure you'll do the same for Hassan, whatever his issues are."
"Oh I'm already doing that, sir," Eddie grinned. "These days he hugs me real tight all night and naturally his cock gets serviced regularly with Eddie specials. Oh, and I won't forget this either." He proudly held up his camera.
"Good. Remember kiddo, a picture is worth a thousand words, so keep the words to a minimum. Don't rattle on too much, let the other guys get a word in sideways."
"Hmm," Eddy frowned, that's more of a toughie, sir. "You know me."
"I do indeed, Eddy," Bob ruffled his hair. "That's why I want you to try and keep it zipped."
THE BAR BOSS TAKES CHARGE
The two couples drove out to Palm Springs in separate vehicles – Hassan and Eddie in the jeep, Adam and Nate in Adam's SUV. They had murmured some excuse about maybe wanting to come back at different times but everyone understood that Hassan and Adam in the same car right now would have made for a very tense trip as they were still barely speaking.
During the drive the men and their boys steered clear of the topic that everyone had been avoiding. Adam barely mentioned Hassan, and it was the same in the jeep. The boys knew better than to broach the subject - it would all come out in due course.
Adam and Nate talked mostly about Mike. "It'll be great to see Uncle Mike again," Nate gushed. "Haven't seen him in ages and I still fantasize about him. I told you, sir, that years ago in Sydney I had a relationship for a couple of years with a guy thirty years older than me. Looked a bit like Mike – you know, an older tough guy, handsome, built, and real kind to me. Most guys my age didn't even look at older guys, but they're missing a whole lot."
Adam grinned. "Sounds like you've got it bad for Uncle Mike. So good on ya mate. While we're out here go for it."
The two couples arrived at more or less the same time and Uncle Mike was outside the gate of his sprawling home to greet them, with a broad smile of welcome on his face. "Guys, it's been way too long – I almost forgot what you looked like. Nah, just kidding," he laughed. "How could I forget two of the hottest looking guys to honor the desert with their presence?"
Mike hugged Hassan and Adam and the two men managed to relax slightly in the smiling presence of the handsome older man. "You made good time on the road," Mike said. "Didn't stop for sex halfway like Mark and Jamie always do."
There was an uncomfortable silence and Mike realized he had dropped a brick. As the long-time owner of the most popular leather bar in town Mike had learned to get to know men fast and sense their mood. And the ice age here almost made him shiver. To hide his embarrassment he quickly turned to the boys. "And welcome back Eddie, cheeky as ever. And you, Nate, cutest young Aussie this side of Sydney, probably there too."
He hugged them and then said with relief, "Ah here's Larry. He'll show you to your rooms and then the day is yours to do exactly what you want to, or not," he grinned. "Mi casa es su casa."
Larry greeted the four guys and in the flurry of activity of unloading their gear and finding their rooms the uncomfortable moment was forgotten – except that Mike sensed the situation would require diplomacy on his part, a skill he had perfected in his years as a bar owner.
While the two couples settled in their guest rooms Mike pulled Larry aside. "Kiddo, there's something going on here – you probably felt it too."
"You mean between Hassan and Adam? I'll say ... you could cut the air with a knife."
"Yeah, I'm beginning to think maybe Steve set this all up after I told him of ... well you know, the problem I discussed. He's a great shrink and must have had something in mind. So listen, we gotta finesse this out. The last thing we need is everyone gathered by the pool walking on eggshells. We gotta ease into it, split them up for a while. I think Hassan is the key to this and I wanna talk to him. What were your plans?"
"You know, sir, I gotta go to the bar for the beer bust. I'm bartending for a couple hours and it'll be busy. You know Saturday afternoon beer busts are real popular with the leather crowd."
"Yeah sure. Do you think you could take some of the guys with you?"
"Sure, I'd love to. I know Eddie will want to go, meet some of the customers he knew when he worked there as your bar-back. And the Aussies are into leather big time."
"Great that fits. Ah, here they come. Gotta be subtle, though. We'll walk around the grounds and chat for a while, then you can ... well, you know how to play it kid. You're not my boy for nothing."
Mike said to the guys, "Let me show you what we've been doing to the garden here, guys. We've been busy. As they walked around, Hassan keeping his distance from Adam, Mike chuckled, "I remember that time Hassan when you had a big row with your boy, he ran away from home and pitched up here."
"Yeah," Hassan grinned, "and you knew exactly what you were doing, Mike. You called me and said Eddie was doing fine. You gave him back his old job as bar-back and said that later he'd be on his knees in the back room giving blow-jobs for tips. You know me well, Mike. No boy of mine was gonna be doing that."
Mike took up the story. "So you high tailed it out here, busted into the bar and the back room. I've never seen those leathermen part so fast as when they saw you ... like the Red Sea it was. You terrified them when you yelled, `Hands off ... that's my boy'. You hauled Eddie off his knees, threw him over your shoulder and marched straight outside, flung him in your jeep and took off. The customers still talk about it – a bar legend."
"Talking of the bar, sir," Larry said, "I gotta get over there for a while. I'm bartending the beer bust. You know how crowded it gets with the leather crowd. Hey, you wanna come, Eddie?"
"You need to ask? I'm dying to say hello to the guys I used to know, show them how I've come up in the world."
"What about you guys?" Larry asked eagerly. "It's a lively crowd."
Nate grinned at Adam. "See I was right, sir. I'm glad I persuaded you to bring our leather. Do we have time to get ready, Larry? You know, dress the part. You do wanna go, don't you sir?"
"Too right," Adam said in his deep Aussie drawl. "Be a blast to strut our stuff with a bunch of new blokes. Let's do it."
"And you, sir?" Larry asked Hassan.
"Nah, thanks all the same Larry but I think I'll stay here and hang with Mike. You go and have fun Eddie. But no blow jobs in the back room, eh?"
"Aye-aye, captain. I save all that for you these days, sir."
He bounced off with the others, leaving Hassan alone with Mike.
HASSAN & MIKE OPEN UP
"Let's sit out here, Hassan, I'll crack open some beers." They sat at a table by the pool and took a swig of beer.
Hassan smiled. "Why does this feel like a set-up, Mike – maybe something you cooked up with Doc Steve?"
"Not a set-up exactly, and not something I planned with Steve. The doc told me nothing about you, buddy, just that he thought it would be a good idea for you to come here. But it's true that I wanted the others to leave for a while so we could talk." Mike leaned back and grinned. "So OK, soldier, what's going on with you?"
"Going on?"
"This deep freeze between you and the Aussie. Listen, buddy, I've had enough late-night heart-to-heart talks with guys over the bar to know when a guy has problems. A guy has a few beers under his belt and he treats the bartender like a father confessor. This is me, Uncle Mike, so level with me, dude."
Hassan hesitated. But Mike was right. There was something about him that encouraged a guy to open up. "OK, buddy. But the only guy I've told about this is Steve, in confidence. I haven't even told Eddy." Another swig of beer. "When I spoke to you on the phone you said something to the effect that I have no problem with my virility. You called me a macho alpha male, always a top gun.
"Well that's always how I thought of myself too – until a few days ago." Hassan told Mike the whole story he had related to Steve – starting with his reaction to a porn video where a tough dude like himself cruises a bar and ends up splayed against a wall getting his ass ploughed by a black leather guy. Then how he had later seen Adam in full leather and followed him into a dark alley, gone down on his knees and sucked his dick.
"Thing is, Mike, I wanted it, like a drug, and ended up on my back with Adam's boot pressing on my chest while I jerked off. You talk about virility, dude. That was total submission, man, complete degradation. And I fucking loved it!
"Oh sure, I've been butt fucked before, but only when I've fought with a guy like Randy, winner take all, and he beat me and fucked my ass as a trophy. But this time was different. I asked for it, begged for it. Huh, and you say I don't have any problems with my own macho image? The hell I don't."
He stared at Mike with a desperate look in his eye and Mike's heart went out to him. "Whoa, that was quite a mouthful, captain. But I gotta tell you, I'd like a buck for every time I've heard versions of that story in the bar late at night, from some big butch leather top who thinks his cover is blown and that he must be a whimpering bottom at heart.
"But I don't understand how ..."
"Buddy, I've been around the block many times and I know the leather scene inside and out. You get the real tough guys, then the guys who just wanna submit and get worked over. And then there are my least favorites, the S&M's, stand-and-model guys who just wanna show off their leather outfit and don't know what the fuck they are inside.
"And it gets more complicated than that. I do not know one tough guy who hasn't wanted at some time to reverse roles and beg to get fucked by some stud – just like you did in that alley. In a way it's natural, part of the scene, where a top man wants the release of giving way and letting himself be worked over, the same way he has dominated so many other guys. "Hell, happens even to top business executives, titans of industry who get off work and go grovel naked to some dominatrix
"So no, you are no losing your grip, soldier, and becoming a bottom. I have never seen a more alpha man than you, a fucking gorgeous Marine, a big muscular Arab who could fuck anyone he wants just by beckoning with one finger. And that ain't gonna change, dude. You were born that way and you'll always be that – except for the occasional trip up some dark alley," Mike grinned.
"You sure about that, Mike?"
"I told you, soldier, I've been at this game for years and I know a total top when I see one. Look at Randy ... there's a man's man if ever there was ... oozes masculinity, can waste any man he wants to. But you don't think he loves taking it up the ass from Bob? Of course he does.
"See real masculinity is bred in the bone, it's a state of mind, and just because Randy begs Bob to fuck him doesn't diminish his masculinity – it enhances it. Dude, that is one of the most homoerotic fantasies there is, two alpha studs getting it on, one submitting to the other and getting his ass ploughed.
"You are in your prime, dude, at the top of your game – unlike me. Believe it or not my problem is similar to yours – a fear of losing my top-man identity. But it's an age thing with me. Whichever way you slice it, it's tough to get old in Southern California, land of youth and beauty. I've been going through a rough time lately, afraid my testosterone levels are declining so nobody will want me anymore, not sexually. My potency will be shot, my sex appeal too. I won't be able to keep up with Larry and he'll get tired of me."
Hassan flared up. "Mike that is the biggest load of bullshit I ever heard. Man, don't you realize all the men of the tribe look up to you as the sexy hunk they all want to be when they get older. Plus you are dominant in attitude and wisdom too, full of confidence along with your physical strength. Dammit, Mike, you're the only guy I know who calls Randy `boy' and he loves it. He looks up to you, idolizes you.
"Dammit, you've just sorted me out too, Mike, and basically told me I'm full of shit. And you know something, I've had a hard-on all the time you've been talking. So cut the crap, Mike. And by the way, Larry ain't going anywhere. He's crazy about you, stud, you can see it in his eyes when he looks at you. Hell, only difference between you and the other guys is you're maybe a bit thicker round the waist – and nobody gives a shit about that.
Mike stared at Hassan. "Wow, you sure know how to put a man in his place, captain. "I'm this close to falling to my knees and sucking your cock. But now that we've sorted each other out I've got something else in mind. When the guys get back from the bar maybe we can put this to the test. Don't know about you but I'm raring to go."
THE AUSSIE MEETS HIS MATCH
In the bar Adam and his boy were a big hit, both in leather – Adam in leather pants and boots with that studded harness crossed over his chest that had turned Hassan on so much in the alley; and Nate with black leather chaps over his jeans and a leather vest open over his pecs, exposing his young ripped physique.
The sexy couple, new faces in town, caused quite a stir and many turned heads. It was great for their macho egos and Adam, with his friendly Aussie attitude, milked the admiration, knowing exactly how to flaunt his flawless body. They had a great couple of hours and when it was time to leave, many lustful glances followed them out the door.
Hassan and Mike too were having a good time. After purging their doubts and insecurities they were once again the self-confident, macho Marine and his sexy older buddy, talking and laughing man to man. Hassan even welcomed the thought of Adam's return.
The sun was warm and inviting and they were sprawled in chairs, both in beltless jeans and boots, Mike shirtless and Hassan in a sweat-stained khaki tank stretched over his muscular torso. Their talk had turned raunchy as they exchanged stories of past sexual exploits that gave both of them stiff dicks in their pants. They had downed a few beers too so they were relaxed, feeling no pain when they heard the crunch of tires outside the gate.
Adam and Nate were laughing when they came in, but the smiles left their faces as they gazed in awe at the rugged Arab, his torso straining under his sweat-soaked tank, and at his bare-chested musclehunk buddy. And theirs were not the only instant erections. The same happened to the other two as Mike stared at the young Aussie leather-jock and Hassan gazed at the leather-master's sculpted body and handsome face.
It was an electric moment where the sparks that flew could end in only one of two ways, depending on which of the alpha males projected the most dominant sexual power. Mike and Nate took their cues from the other two, who were piercing each other with lustful eyes.
Behind them Eddie and Larry arrived, and Larry grabbed Eddie's arm and held him back. "Sshh, not a word dude. Just watch."
"And this," Eddie grinned, putting his camera to his eye.
It was Adam who broke the silence with an awed, "Shit damn ... fuck." Mike and Hassan stood up as Adam slowly approached. Hassan walked forward until they were facing each other a few feet apart. "Fuck," Adam murmured again, reached forward and ran his hand over the contours of the dark Arab face and the stubbled jaw.
Mesmerized, Adam's arm fell limply to his side – almost a sign of submission. They locked eyes as Hassan reached behind his neck and slowly pulled up on his tank, revealing first his ripped eight-pack abs, then the rock-hard mounds of his pecs. When the shirt cleared his head the soldier held it with a glimmer of a smile in his eyes, then rubbed it in each armpit to soak up the sweat. He took a step forward, and forced the stinking wet shirt in the leatherman's mouth.
Adam gagged as he bit down on the filthy shirt and tasted the Marine's sweat running down his throat. Hassan reached forward, grabbed Adam's harness in the middle, pulled him close, then pressed their mouths together with the shirt between them, both of them biting into the rancid cloth, smelling and drinking the soldier's stinking sweat. It was a ritual sexual bonding of two dominant alpha males, and both knew which of them this time would be the one to submit.
Hassan pulled away from Adam's face, yanked the wet tank from his mouth and draped it round the leatherman's neck. His fierce dark eyes gave the order and Adam groaned "fuck" as he sank slowly to his knees.
Beside them Mike and Nate were less dramatic as Mike smiled, "You wanna join your master, stud?" and Nate responded, "Yes please, sir."
The leather master and his boy were on their knees side by side before the soldier and his buddy, two bare-chested men who were definitely calling the shots. Hassan grabbed the harness straps on Adam's shoulder and pulled his face hard on his crotch. Adam opened his mouth over the bulge in the soldier's pants, and felt he was suffocating when Hassan clawed his hand round his head and pressed his face against the rough denim.
Beside them Nate gazed up at the older man he had lusted after and Mike said, "Tell me what you want, boy."
"Please, sir, I want you to fuck my ass." He scrambled onto his back and gazed up at Mike pulling his cock from his jeans. It was rock hard – no potency problem there!
Beside them Hassan pushed Adam's face off is crotch, raised his foot and pushed his boot hard against his chest, sending the Aussie sprawling on his back. Towering over him he growled in his deep accented voice. "Seems like your leatherboy is gonna take my buddy's dick up his ass, big guy. And his master's gonna get butt-fucked right next to him."
Hassan and Mike fell to their knees and worked in tandem. Mike loosened Nate's chaps, yanked open his jeans and pulled them both down below his ass. Nate willingly raised his legs. Next to them Hassan unzipped Adam's leather pants and pulled them down to his thighs. He pushed his legs back, leaned forward and stared down into his eyes. "You are so fucking hot, man. I'm gonna enjoy watching a top-man beg."
He spat on his cock and drove it hard in the leatherman's ass. The handsome face flinched in pain and master and boy gasped as the top men, Mike and Hassan, began the long domination of their asses, payback for the Marine's humiliation in the alley. Hassan gazed down at the rugged Aussie, the square-cut features, square jaw, and still wearing a master's leather harness across his bare chest.
As they pounded ass Mike and Hassan grinned at each other. "This enough machismo for you, captain?" Mike asked. "Feels kinda natural don't it? Sure knocks on the head all that bullshit we were spouting, eh?"
Larry and Eddie stared in awe at the pornographic sight of the leatherman and his boy getting reamed side by side, the master in his harness, the boy in a leather vest, both of them with their pants round their knees. It was the ultimate fantasy of a dominant top-man being worked over by a muscular Arab Marine and having to watch his boy get ploughed by the soldier's buddy.
The onslaught seemed to last forever until Mike asked Hassan, "You close, man?"
"Yeah, let's check in with the master here." Hassan leaned forward and pinned Adam's wrists to the ground. "I wanna hear the big tough leather-master submit to the Marine. You ready, stud?"
"Fuck you, soldier," the Aussie growled.
"Oh no – you don't insult a Marine like that, asshole. But if that's the way you want it. I'm gonna break you leatherman while your boy watches."
Hassan had held back until now but as he stared down at the Aussie his mind went back to the alley and how he had been degraded and forced to beg. He ramped up the force and speed of the piston driving into his victim's ass and watched the handsome face twist in pain while the muscular body strained for release.
The tough Aussie took more punishment than Hassan expected but eventually even he broke. "OK, I give up ... I'm done ... I can't take anymore ..."
"So what do you want, big guy?"
"I want you to bust your load in my ass, soldier. Please, come in my ass ... I ... I'm begging you, sir."
"That's better. OK, Mike ... you ready?"
Mike looked down at the hot leatherboy beneath him and smiled, "I think this young jock here is ready, dude, and so am I. Let's do it, captain." He too pinned Nate's arms to the ground and pounded harder as they heard the master howl, "Fuck ... fuck ... damn you, soldier ... aaagh." Adam and his boy spurted jizz over their own stomachs while the Marine and his buddy blasted jizz into their asses.
Hassan and Mike looked at each other in triumph, having proven to themselves and each other, that their virility was undiminished – alpha males, bred in the bone.
Steve had told Hassan he couldn't talk his way back to sexual dominance, he had to feel it, had to do it. And as always, Doctor Steve was right.
ALL KINDS OF CRAZY SHIT
Hassan reached down, pulled Adam to his feet and into a warm hug. "Man, I've been an asshole – couldn't get my mind round worshiping you the way I did, the humiliation. But I'm over that and dude, you and me have got to be buddies."
"No worries there, mate," Adam said with that broad Aussie grin that lit up his face. "Hell, our boys already are, eh Nate?"
Nate was standing with Mike's arm round his shoulder. "Us boys are way ahead of you, sir. Ain't that right Eddie?"
Eddie grinned and waved his camera. "And I got it all. We gotta have a screening."
"Well thank god all that other crap is out of the way," Larry said. "Now we can get down to some serious action this weekend. Damn – an Aussie leatherman, a macho Marine, a leather-bar boss and their boys. You do the math. We're gonna get into all kinds of crazy shit."
TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 476
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