A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 477 By Rob Williams
Chapter 477 – "FIREMAN JASON OVERDOSES ON VANITY"
IN THIS CHAPTER:
Young fireman Jason is handsome, muscular – and narcissistic, so vain about his looks he neglects his boy Ben sexually and emotionally. Ben finds sexual release in three-way sex with Uncle Mike and his boy Larry. Jason seeks help from therapist Dr. Steve whose unorthodox methods have Jason body-worshiping himself front of a mirror, ordered to jack off repeatedly until he finally overdoses on vanity. ___________________________________________________________________
IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER
The action came thick and fast at the Palm Springs home of Mike, better known in the tribe as Uncle Mike, and his boy Larry. Two of the tribe's dominant men, Hassan and Adam had taken their boys Eddie and Nate on a weekend visit to the sprawling house of the leather-bar owner.
The alpha-male friendship of the rugged Marine Hassan and the handsome Aussie Adam had recently been challenged. Now, in the desert, they had finally faced off in a rugged test of endurance and machismo where they were equally matched and proved once and for all they could be both dominant and submissive without damaging their friendship or their manhood.
Meanwhile, the mature older man Mike had been going through his own doubts about his virility as he got older. But those doubts vanished when the three boys, Eddie, Nate and Larry treated Mike to an erotic triple `full-release' massage, and his spectacular orgasm proved that he was as dominant and potent as ever.
The day had ended in Mike's leather-bar where the handsome hunks had been a big hit with the leather/Levi and biker crowd. Eddie had once worked at the bar as bar-back and now Hassan wanted to give him his chance in the spotlight to show off to the crowd that he was now the rugged Marine's boy.
In the bar's back room Eddie had proudly body-worshiped his master and given him a blowjob that brought the soldier to a shuddering climax. The boy's own cock blasted jizz over Hassan's boots. While he was on all fours licking one boot clean Hassan planted the other boot on the boy's back, the ultimate sign of dominance and ownership. "You belong to me, boy. Now I'm gonna take you home, tie you to the bed as my fuck slave and pound your sweet ass all night."
He picked Eddie up bodily and slung him over his shoulder, the boy's head hanging down over his master's back. The crowd went wild, cheering and stomping as the soldier strode to the door. As they left, Eddie raised his head, grinned wildly at the crowd and gave two thumbs up, to even louder cheers. The customers followed them out to the parking lot and watched Hassan throw the boy in the back of his open jeep and pull away with a screech of tires.
As Mike drove Adam and Nate away in his truck to catch up with Hassan he grinned at the Aussies. "What a floor show, eh? I should a' sold tickets."
The two vehicles arrived at the house at the same time. As they all walked toward the gate they saw someone huddled on the ground outside it. They were astonished to see young Ben, his arms wrapped round his knees, head bent forward. At the sound of their steps Ben raised his tear-stained, dark gypsy face to Uncle Mike and plaintively asked, "Sir, can I come in?"
Mike pulled Ben to his feet and wrapped his arm round his shoulder. "Sure you can come in Ben. You're always welcome here."
They all walked into the garden and sat at a table under a tree. Mike pulled Ben down beside him and signaled to the others to leave the talking to him. Ben was the boy of the hunky young fireman Jason, as well as being boss Randy's kid brother, so this could be tricky.
"So, kiddo, you wanna tell me what's up?"
It all came out in a rush. "Well sir, I guess I've run away from home, and my job. I don't think Jason loves me anymore, he loves himself too much. And my boss Pablo good as told me he don't want me as his assistant mechanic anymore. So I don't have no home and no job."
He sniffed and gulped. "I don't care. I lived on my own in Texas and I can again. I came here cos I heard Larry was looking for an assistant in his bike repair shop, so I wanna apply for the job, sir. I won't be no bother. I'll find a place to live, a room or a place in a trailer park or something, I don't care. You won't send me back, will you, sir? Cos I won't go."
"Well you said a mouthful there, young Ben. So let's take it one step at a time. First things first. Us guys were gonna order in for dinner, and we'd love to have you join us. You hungry?"
"Yes, sir, very."
"Good, then that's settled."
Ben wiped the tears from his face. "I'm glad I came to you, Uncle Mike."
"So am I Ben," Mike smiled. Jeez, he thought to himself, this tribe is something else. No sooner does one drama end than you find another one sitting on your doorstep.
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UNCLE MIKE TAKES BEN UNDER HIS WING
Mike put his arm round the tearful Ben as the other guys looked on uncomfortably. They all felt they should leave Mike to deal with this brand new situation in private so Hassan said, "Hey, Adam, you wanna take a dip in the pool? That back-room sex made me work up quite a sweat."
The two alpha men left and Larry said to Nate and Eddie, "Dudes, let's go decide what we want for dinner and order the food, eh?" As they left for the kitchen Eddie gave Ben's shoulder a quick squeeze.
Mike and Ben sat alone at a small table and Ben sighed, "I bet they all think I'm a wimp, blubbing like that. But I'm really not, sir, I can be tough."
"Ben," Mike smiled, "any boy who can hitchhike from West Texas all the way to California to find his big brother like you once did is a tough guy in my book. I couldn't a' done it when I was your age. No, I'm sure you've got some real problems going on so ... you wanna talk about it? You, er, said something about Jason not loving you because he loves himself too much?"
"Yeah, well ...sir, Jason's my master, or was, and I still love him ... But I think he's gone off me. Thing is, sir, you know how Jason's always been kinda ... what do you call it ... narsis ...?"
"Narcissistic? Yeah, sure kiddo, everyone how vain he can be about his good looks."
"Not that there's anything wrong with that, sir. I think it can be real sexy and I get off watching him jack off in front of a mirror, flexing his muscles and all. I mean face it, the guy is totally gorgeous especially in his fireman's gear, and he was in that fireman's calendar all the boys jerk off to. And know what? I got an advance look at next year's calendar and he's on the cover, looking like something out of a porn fantasy with no shirt, his body streaked with dirt and soot, his ragged shirt slung over his shoulder."
Mike grinned, "Sure sounds what we call a masturbatory image. So what's the problem?"
"Well, sir, lately when I watch him it's like I'm not there. We used to laugh about it all but now once he's got his rocks off and cums all over the mirror he has no interest in me. I mean, he still fucks me in bed, but not as much as he used to. And the other night ..." Ben choked up and tears welled up.
" ... The other night I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth before bed and I was real horny. But when I came out I saw Jason naked on the bed and he was staring down at the new calendar and jerking off looking at his own picture. I went back in the bathroom and pretended I hadn't seen him. But when I came to bed he had turned over and was almost asleep. He didn't even touch me ... like I said, it was like I wasn't there. It hurt so bad, sir, that ..."
"OK Ben, I get the picture, so let's talk about work. What happened on the construction site?"
"Oh that was Pablo having a rough day. Work was backed up and I was working on a truck but I made a mistake and punctured the radiator. Pablo hit the roof and cussed me out. He said he didn't know why he hired me and maybe he should just look for another assistant mechanic.
"Well, sir, what with Jason, and then Pablo making me feel like a piece of shit, something snapped and I got in my truck and drove away. I didn't know where to go and just drove around, but then I thought of you and Larry, sir, and how Larry needed a new assistant in his bike repair shop so ..." he shrugged ... "I headed out here and ... here I am."
Mike wrapped his arms round the young gypsy kid and thought fast. Ben said, "I'm a really good mechanic, sir, that's why I want to apply for the job. If Larry checks with Pablo he won't give me a good recommendation, I know that, but do you think I have a chance? What do you think I should do, sir?"
Mike pulled back from the embrace and looked Ben in the eye. "You know what I do when I'm stressed out `cos the world has crashed in on me. I do nothing at first – wait till I've calmed down and the dust has settled. I take deep breaths and wait till I can see things differently. So here's my advice. Have dinner with us and stay the night."
"But I don't wanna cause no more trouble, sir. I can get a motel room and ..."
"Ben," Mike said sternly, "let's get one thing straight right now. While you are out here you will not get a motel room or live in a trailer park. You will stay with us and let us take care of you. And you can even lend Larry a hand at his workshop. I know he'd appreciate the help `cos he's kinda backed up with orders right now.
"But let's take it one step at a time. The boys here are your buddies so before the food gets here why don't you help them clear the decks in the kitchen and set up dinner? But I do have to tell you one thing. It's very important not to cause other guys to worry, so I do have to call Jason and your brother Randy and let them know you're here and you're safe."
Ben looked alarmed. "No, sir. Randy will only beat Jason up and, like I said, I don't want to cause no trouble."
"Ben you're not the one causing trouble. My guess is a few other guys have done their share of that. But don't worry, I know how to talk to the guys. I'll just reassure them that you're fine and that you can stay here until everything is sorted out." Mike smiled. "We can call it a working vacation – hang out here, get some sun, and work with Larry in his workshop."
Just then Eddie came out with a pile of plates and set them on the table. "Eddie," Mike said, "Ben will be staying with us for a while and I've suggested he help you guys out with dinner."
"Great," Eddie beamed, "we can use the help, dude – we've ordered a ton of food."
Ben hugged Mike – "thank you, sir" – and left the table. Mike stood up and had a quick private word with Eddie. "Kiddo, I don't want you guys to ask Ben anything about his troubles, I'd rather take his mind off it. So I'd prefer if you do all the talking – and I know you're good at that."
Eddie grinned cheekily. "Hey, two things I'm expert at, sir, is talking and sucking dick. I already done the dick thing with Hassan at the bar, and now I won't let Ben get a word in sideways." As he walked off with Ben Eddie said, "Dude, you should a' got here earlier `cos you missed some epic action. You ... will ... not ... believe ..."
Eddie was off and running and Mike smiled as he watch them go to the house. Yeah, right now motor-mouth Eddie was just what young Ben needed.
MIKE RALLIES THE TROOPS
Mike went into the den where he could be private and picked up the phone. He preferred using a landline rather than a cellphone. As he always said, `I'm allowed ... I'm old." He also had a thick rolodex he had used for years and he flicked through it.
He ended up making four calls. Following the correct protocol his first call was to Ben's master Jason. When Jason picked up he was panting and Mike guessed he had been working out – either that or jerking off in front of a mirror after pumping his muscles in the workout. "Hey, Mike old buddy, what's up?" Mike was surprise by the fireman's nonchalance – he obviously hadn't realized Ben had gone missing.
"Er, I don't want to alarm you, Jason, but your boy Ben has shown up out here at my place."
"What? I knew he was late back from work but I figured he was hanging with his buddies somewhere. What's he doing there, dude? Is he OK?"
"Well, he's kinda upset – had a spat at work with Pablo among other things. Said he needed to get out of town so he hightailed it out here to the Springs. But don't worry, we'll take good care of him. He'll stay the night at least, then give my Larry a hand in his bike workshop. Sounds like a change of scenery for a few days will do him good."
"Damn, that's kinda sudden. But thanks for calling and taking care of him, Mike. Give him my love, will ya?"
"I'll do that, and I'll keep you posted, Jason."
They rang off and Mike frowned. Jason didn't sound as concerned as he had expected, didn't even ask to speak to the boy. Mike sighed and braced himself for the next call – to Ben's big brother Randy. This one could be tricky knowing Randy's protective attitude to his kid brother and his tendency to flare up in a rage.
"Hey you old rascal," said Randy cheerfully to the man he loved and admired, "how's it hangin'?"
"Hey, Randy, good to hear your voice. Er, cut to the chase, I'm calling about your brother Ben. Seems he's having some trouble at home with Jason and at work with Pablo. It got him a bit depressed and he, er, left town and pitched up out here with me and Larry."
"What the fuck ...?" Randy jumped up out of his chair. "What kinda trouble? Did Jason hurt him? `Cos if he did I'll fucking go down there and ..."
"Randy, sit down!" Mike barked.
"How did you know I stood up?"
"Because I know you, boy, and I expected this fool reaction. I can see you standing there with your fists clenched, muscles flexed and those blue eyes staring like lasers. Normally that sight would turn me on, but right now you're gonna sit down and listen to me." At the other end Randy obeyed – unclenched his fists and sat back down.
"Good, so the reason I called is `cos I knew if you found out you'd probably storm out and beat someone up. But you are not gonna do that, because nobody hurt Ben physically, he just needed to get away for a few days so he came out to us. Right now he's happily helping his buddies get dinner ready.
"We'll take care of him for a few days and I'll keep you posted. In the meantime you'll keep your cool and not talk to Jason `cos it would end in a fight. Do I make myself clear, boy?"
"Fuck you, Mike," which Mike knew was Randy's shorthand for giving in. "No, I didn't mean that, Mike, you know that. I mean thanks Mike ... you'll take good care of the kid, eh?"
"Like he was my own boy, big guy. Just relax and let me handle it." Mike hung up and sighed with relief. Well, he thought, that went better than I expected. Next he called Bob who was still in the office in the tribe's compound. Mike explained in detail to Bob what Ben had told him knowing that Bob would listen calmly and reply rationally. Mike added that he had already spoken to Jason and Randy and asked if Bob would keep an eye on Randy.
"Thanks for the heads-up, Mike, and for everything you've done. And don't worry about Randy, I'll make sure he doesn't blow his top. Er, there is one thing I might suggest – that you call Doc Steve and let him know of the situation. It sounds to me as if Jason is overdue for a therapy session with him."
"You read my mind, Bob. Steve was next on my list."
When Mike called the tribe's therapist Steve he gave him all the same details he had given Bob. "Doc, I just wanna make sure that I'm doing the right thing here and not making matters worse."
"Mike, seems to me you've handled it just the way I would. Keep the boy out there and let the dust settle. What he needs is a space to breathe and plenty of love, and I know he'll get that from you and Larry. And leave Jason to me. I can call casually and chat to him and hopefully make him think it's his idea to ask for a shrink session. Then I can get to the bottom of this narcissism thing. I see so much of that in patients – this is Los Angeles after all," he chuckled.
Reassured by that conversation Mike hung up just as there was a knock on the door and Larry poked his head in. "Sir, the food just arrived and dinner will be on the table in fifteen minutes."
"Thanks, kiddo. Er, Larry, would you come in for a minute?" Mike always shared everything with his boy Larry. It was his way of helping him to transition from boyhood to manhood and hopefully inherit some of Mike's attitude to life, after Larry's origins as a lost and wayward boy. And Larry loved conversations like this where Mike treated him as an equal.
Mike relayed everything to him, including what Ben had said and his four phone conversations. "So what do you think, kiddo?"
"Hmm," Larry said reflectively, "as far as we go I think the key thing is what the doc said – Ben needs a whole lot of love right now. From what Ben says he hasn't been getting much of that lately from his master Jason or his boss Pablo, so maybe we can make up for that."
Larry smiled, "I know when I'm feeling down in the dumps there's nothing like crawling into bed and feeling your arms round me – makes me feel safe. I don't think Ben should be on his own tonight so, er, how would you feel, sir, if we asked him to sleep with us?"
Mike smiled and his eyes got moist. "Dammit, Larry, I love you so much. That is such a generous thought, and you're absolutely right. Ben needs to feel safe, and there's no safer place than in bed with the two of us. So let's do it. But first, kiddo, lead me to the food. All this tact and diplomacy has made me hungry."
A BED FOR BEN
One possible mistake Mike had made was to ask Eddie to do all the talking. He never stopped. In the kitchen and then at the dinner table he regaled Ben with everything that had happened since he, Hassan, Adam and Nate had arrived here. Ben listened wide-eyed and Eddie's machine-gun monologue at least had the effect of driving Ben's problems into the background as Mike had intended.
But now that dinner was on the table Mike had had enough and said. "Eddie ... Eddie!" Eddie stopped at last and looked at Mike who cocked his head and raised his eyebrows.
"Too much, sir?" Mike nodded. "Sorry sir, but you did tell me that I should ... sorry sir." In his trademark gesture Eddie drew the tips of his fingers along his lips and turned the key at the end. That brought peals of laughter from Ben who loved it when his buddy did that. Pleased that Ben was so relaxed Mike said, "Thank you, Eddie."
But the zipped lips lasted only a minute before Eddie launched into yet another story. Mike clamped a hand over his mouth, his eyes opened wide in protest and the others all roared with laughter.
The dinner resumed in high spirits and it was late when they decided to call it a night. The two couples, Hassan and Eddie, then Adam and Nate, went to their respective guest rooms and in the ensuing silence Ben slumped a bit as his problems came flooding back.
"Er, Ben," Mike said, "those guys are in the two guestrooms but there is a comfortable small bed in the den you can have."
"Thank you, sir. Like I said, I don't wanna be no trouble."
"Alternatively, you could bunk in with Larry and me. We would love to share our bed with a fine young gypsy boy like yourself."
Ben's eyes lit up. "Could I, sir? I would like that a lot better. You don't mind, Larry?"
"'Course I don't mind, kiddo, I'd love it. What are buddies for, eh?"
"That's settled," Mike smiled. "And we won't bother about clearing the table, it'll keep till the morning. So come on, guys, let's hit the sack."
THE GYPSY BOY GETS DOUBLE-TEAMED
In the large master bedroom Mike and the two boys undressed for bed, stripping down to their boxers. Larry looked admiringly at Ben. "Hey dude that's some build you've got there, you must've been working out hard. Jason's a lucky man."
Immediately he winced knowing he had touched a raw nerve and looked at Mike for help. But rather than covering up the gaffe Mike asked, "Do you work out a lot with Jason, Ben?''
"Er, we used to, sir, before ..." He trailed off uncomfortably and Mike urged them all into the bed. Lying between Mike and Larry Ben instinctively held on tight to Mike, wrapping his arm over him and resting his head on his chest. Mike and Larry exchanged knowing glances and Larry nodded slightly, indicating that he was OK with wherever Mike wanted to take this.
Mike gently eased Ben off him and, heads on the pillow, they looked at each other. "Ben, er, before we go to sleep I wanna tell you where things stand at home. I spoke to Jason and Randy, then Bob and Doctor Steve, and they all know you're here and are fine with that. Bob will make sure that Randy doesn't fight with Jason."
"Thanks, Uncle Mike." Ben nestled closer and Mike realized the boy had a boner as his cock pressed against him. "Er, Ben, can I ask you a personal question? When did Jason last make love to you?"
"Two weeks and two days ago, sir. It was a Friday night, I remember it well `cos it was the last time. After that I jerked off on my own a couple a' times but that ain't the same is it, sir?"
"Ben, I hope you don't mind the question but, er, would you like to make love now?"
Ben's dark gypsy face lit up with a smile. "Sir, it would be great to get fucked. It's been so long."
"No problem there, kiddo. Which of us would you like?"
Ben turned his head to Larry. Larry, no offence to you, you're real hot, but would you mind if Uncle Mike fucks me?"
"'Course not, dude – as long as I can watch," Larry grinned
"Looks like I'm your man, Ben." Mike stood up on the bed and dropped his shorts. He grabbed his semi-hard cock and stroked it to a full erection staring down at Ben. "Such a sexy boy, enough to give anyone a hard-on." Gazing up at the muscular older man, almost a father figure, Ben quickly squirmed out of his shorts and eagerly pulled his legs back.
"My," Mike smiled, "you are hot to trot." He knelt on the bed and stared into the swarthy gypsy face and pale blue eyes, so much like a younger version of his brother Randy.
Mike reached over to the jar of lube on the night table and lubed his thick cock, then leaned forward between Ben's raised legs and rested his hands on the boy's chest. He could feel Ben's heart thumping wildly under his touch and was surprised to realize just how turned on the boy was. He pressed the head of his cock in the tangle of curly black hair round Ben's hole.
Ben reached up, ran his fingers through the gray hair on Mike's chest and murmured, "Please fuck me, sir." Gently Mike pushed the head of his cock over the sphincter and saw an instant grimace of pain. But Ben said, "Please don't stop, sir. Push it all the way in, I need it so bad. I love it ... you make me feel so safe"
The boy's warm velvet ass felt so sensuous as Mike pushed deeper that for a moment he thought he would cum inside him, so he paused. He smiled down at the pleading blue eyes and slowly pushed his cock deeper until it came to rest in the warm depths of his ass. Ben's eyes opened wide and his head rolled back as he groaned in ecstasy. Mike glanced over at Larry who smiled broadly and gave a quick thumbs up.
Mike bent down and kissed the boy's lips tenderly. "You're a beautiful boy, Ben. My cock feels so good inside you. OK if I make love to you?"
"You better, sir," Ben grinned, his self-confidence returning after the beating it had taken over the last weeks. And so Mike made love to the boy, easing his cock in and out of the soft warm ass while Ben stared up in awe at the ruggedly handsome face, with its graying hair and gray stubble on the square jaw. He reached up and pressed his fingers into the bulging pecs, still solid from years of working out.
Mike felt a real closeness to the boy despite an age difference of more than thirty years. And he realized, more clearly than ever, what he had to offer to guys like Larry and now to Ben. Earlier he had been feeling depressed about aging, fearing that his sexual attraction was diminished. But now he saw from the lust in Ben's gleaming eyes that it was the very fact that he was an older, mature man that turned guys on. As Ben had said, `You make me feel safe.'
Underneath his shyness Ben was as tough, in his way, as his brother Randy, the brother who would protect and fight for his little brother no matter the odds. And in that Mike saw the affinity he himself felt for the big macho gypsy.
Despite Randy's impulsive mistakes when his anger flared, he was basically solid as a rock. His physical strength was tempered by his tenderness toward his boys. He could demolish a man in a fist fight and next minute turn and wrap his arms round a boy making him feel safe and loved. Mike loved Randy like a son, and he knew that love and respect was reciprocated.
"You're thinking about Randy, aren't you, sir?" Ben smiled. "He talks about you a lot. He would love knowing that that you're fucking me, sir."
"Yeah, you're right kiddo. It's exactly what Randy himself would have done, he would have fucked you – right after he had slugged Jason, no doubt. But there'll be no fist fight this time even though there's only two men can control your big brother."
"Bob and you, sir? I know, that's what Randy says."
Mike smiled down at the sexy young gypsy writhing happily beneath him, his darkly handsome face rolling from side to side, shaggy black hair flying over it. Mike's cock drove in faster now as he tweaked the boy's nipples and kissed him repeatedly.
However, the age difference was catching up on Mike in one respect – stamina. Ben could have gone on all night but Mike kept coming to the edge of orgasm before backing off. "Hey, kid, your ass is driving me crazy here. But before I pump a load in you I want my boy to get a piece of the action, OK?"
"That would be so cool, sir, getting worked over by you and your boy. If Larry wants to."
"If Larry wants to?" Larry grinned. "I'll show how much Larry wants to. Lean your head back."
Larry had been kneeling beside Ben stroking his cock and now he knelt behind his head. He stretched forward, braced his hands on the bed and raised his hips so he was arched over Ben's face, his cock pointing straight down at his mouth. "Open up, kiddo."
Ben opened his mouth and felt Larry's cock slide gently into it while Mike fucked his ass faster. Larry grinned, "Man, this is the life, eh sir? Both of us together taking care of a hot young gypsy. Maybe we should tie him to the bed tonight and take turns fucking him."
"Sounds like a plan. Come here, kid." They leaned toward each other over Ben and their faces came together in a passionate kiss. Ben caught a glimpse of them as the older man ploughed his ass and the younger guy fucked his face. When at last their faces separated Mike panted, "Damn, if I don't bust my load soon my nuts are gonna explode."
"OK, sir, go for it. I'll give the kid a little assist here." Larry pulled out of Ben's mouth and knelt beside him. He stroked his own cock with one hand and wrapped his other hand round Ben's. By now Mike's cock was a piston in Ben's ass and Ben reached up and pressed his hands on the big man's heaving chest while Larry pounded both their cocks in his hands. Ben pleaded with Mike, "I love you, sir. Please, sir, cum inside me."
"You heard the boy, Larry. Let's make him shoot. Long time since he did that so it should be a real gusher." Ben dug his fingers into Mike's pecs and yelled, "I'm gonna cum, sir. Yeah, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum." He felt his cock swell in Larry's fist, felt sperm racing up it and erupting in streams that arced high and splashed down on his writhing body, just as Mike howled and blaster juice deep in Ben's ass.
Mike grinned down at Ben and yelled, "Finish him off, Larry."
"Right there with you, sir." He pumped his own cock harder until ..."aaagh ..." he sprayed jizz all over the jubilant boy, who laughed with the joy of being loved and fucked by Uncle Mike and his boy Larry, his face and body drenched in cum.
When their heavy breathing subsided Mike pulled out of Ben's ass and fell down on the bed beside him. "Damn, I'm getting too old for this stuff but, man, you were a terrific fuck, Ben. OK, Larry, let's clean him up and take him to bed".
Larry produced a towel and wiped Ben's face and body while the elated boy said, "Sir, can we do that again ... like in the morning when we wake up? Please, sir?"
"Sure we can, kid," Mike laughed and Ben went back to his original position with his face resting on Mike's chest and his arm flung over his waist. Larry kissed Mike then lay down pressed against Ben's back, his cock against his butt. He said in Ben's ear, "And in the morning, dude, I'm gonna get my turn in your sweet ass."
Mike said sternly, "But right now, Ben, you gotta sleep. That's an order from your Uncle Mike."
"OK, Uncle Mike. You're the boss." The happy young gypsy was still smiling as he fell asleep.
GOOD NEWS FOR BEN
In the morning Ben got his wish of `doing it again' although this time he was spit-roasted on all fours with Larry in his butt, Mike in his mouth. When it was over and they were lazing in bed Mike noticed old worries clouding Ben's face. Then, as if on cue, the phone rang.
It was Randy. "Hey, Mike, hope it's not too early to call but I just wanted to check up on my little brother, see how he's doing."
"You wanna ask him yourself, Randy, he's right here?" He handed the phone to Ben whose face brightened as he heard Randy's voice. "Hey kiddo, how you doin' out there with Mike?"
"Going great sir," Ben grinned. "Guess where I am ... in bed with Uncle Mike and Larry. And last night Uncle Mike fucked me and this morning I go spit roasted by them. And today I'm gonna help Larry in his bike repair shop."
"Damn, you're a little sex demon, kid. Just make sure you work on the bikes and not on Larry. And you call me if you need anything, OK?"
They chatted a while longer until Ben handed the phone back to Mike. "Mike," Randy said, "I wanna thank you for everything you're doing for the kid. Nowhere else I'd rather he be while this mess is sorted out. Just go easy on his ass, buddy. Leave some for me eh?"
"OK, stud. Er, is Bob there with you?"
"Well, I'm in bed so where else would he be but right next to me?"
Mike chuckled, "Fuck you and your arrogance, boy. You think that gorgeous hunk o' man is your love slave or something?"
"Pretty much, Mike," Randy grinned. "OK, here he is."
"Love slave speaking," said Bob.
"Damn, you two are something else. Listen Bob, I've been thinking. Things are pretty stable right now but this shit with Jason has to be sorted out. And I don't mean with Randy's fists. Any chance you could go talk to him?"
"Way ahead of you, Mike. I called and asked him up here for breakfast, he'll be here any minute. He'll listen to me – no fisticuffs – and I hope I can persuade him to call Steve for a shrink session. I'll let you know how it works out."
Buoyed by the call from big brother Randy Ben was in good spirits when he ran off to the kitchen to help Eddie and Nate cook breakfast as a treat for their hosts. He excitedly told them of the call from Randy and Eddie blurted out, "Cool, dude, you heard from Jason yet." Eddie winced as Nate stared daggers at him for his clumsiness.
Ben blushed. "No I haven't. But I don't care ... I'm fine the way I am ... I don't care." He soon perked up and the uneasy moment passed as they carried food out to the table where Mike, Hassan and Adam had already gathered.
As they ate Larry said, "Ben does your offer of help in my workshop still hold? I'm really up against it `cos I promised three customers that their bikes would be ready by this evening and they still need a lot of work."
"Sure," Ben said enthusiastically. "I'm a real good mechanic. I haven't worked on bikes much but I'm a fast learner. I'll go over to the shop with you."
Breakfast was winding down when Ben's cellphone rang. He picked it up and blushed as he heard Jason's voice. "Hey, kid, how you doing?"
"Er ... not too bad, sir. Last night I slept with Uncle Mike and Larry and today I'm gonna work with Larry in his repair shop. How ... how are you, sir?"
"Tell you the truth, Ben, I'm not sure. I had a long talk with Bob this morning – you know one of those pull-no-punches talks Bob's so good at – and he made me realize a few things. He actually told me I'm kind of a mess right now. So anyway, I called Doc Steve and I'm going up to see him at his house later this afternoon.
"Look, kiddo, I gotta go now `cos I have to go into work for fire-drill exercises and then I'm going straight from there to Steve's. But kid, I just wanna say this. I know I've not treated you very well lately, pretty shitty actually, but I wanna tell you that ... I missed you beside me in bed last night, kiddo. The bed felt empty without you.
"And ... the thing is, I love you, Ben. I'm sorry for everything and I hope that after Doc Steve's put me through the ringer I can come out there and get you. I have a week off after these work exercises so maybe we can go away somewhere, just you and me and, you know, get back to the way we always were. Would you like that?"
"More than anything in the world, sir. And thank you for calling me. It means a whole lot cos ... cos I love you too, sir, a whole lot."
When the call ended tears filled Ben's eyes and Mike smiled, "Good news I gather, eh Ben?"
"The best, sir, the very best. He loves me, he told me he loves me, and he's gonna get sorted out with Doc Steve and then he'll come and get me and take me away for a break, sir, just him and me."
The other boys cheered and Mike pulled Ben into a warm avuncular hug. "I'm real happy for you, Ben. Just give him time and everything'll come out just fine.
"Except," Larry said, "does that mean I just lost my assistant mechanic?"
"Hell no," Ben laughed, "I'll work twice as hard now. Come on dude let's go. We're on deadline."
The others were all smiles as they watched them run off to the gate. Eddie crowed, "See, I told you Jason would come round. How could anyone not love that kid, he's adorable. But damn, I'd like to be a fly on that wall when Jason and the doc get into their shrink session. You know how far out the doc's methods can be. Did I ever tell you the time when he ..."
Mike sighed and rolled his eyes. Eddie was off to the races again.
THE FIREMAN & THE SHRINK
Steve had cleared his schedule to keep late afternoon free and had told his lover, the architect Lloyd, and their house manager, the ex-gymnast Tommy, to stand by as he might need their help, depending on how the session went.
It was a little after four pm when the gate bell sounded and they buzzed Jason in. As usual Tommy went out to greet the patient and gulped when the handsome young fireman jumped out still wearing his firefighting gear – heavy yellow pants and a heavy jacket hanging open over a sweat-stained dark blue T-shirt stretched over his muscular torso.
"Hey, Tommy, I came straight from our firefighting maneuvers like I told the doc, so maybe I should go get cleaned up first."
"Oh no, sir," Tommy said, "I'm sure that won't be necessary." The handsome young blond flashed a smile, the contours of his gymnast's physique etched under his form-fitting gray T-shirt, and a bulge growing in the tight pants, designed by Lloyd to show off his butt. "It's up to the doctor, of course, but I'm sure he'll take you just the way you are. Follow me please, sir."
As he walked behind Tommy Jason couldn't take his eyes off the perfect mounds of the ice-skater butt that flexed under the tight black pants. Tommy showed him into Steve's office and the doc said, "Thanks, Tommy, I'll call if we need you. Jason, it's so good to see you – welcome. Have a seat on the couch there."
"Doc, like I told Tommy, I came straight from work and I don't think I'm appropriately dressed for a doctor's office."
Steve laughed. "I'm not sure what the `appropriate dress' is for a shrink session, Jason. You should see what some of my patients wear – or rather don't wear. I'm more interested in their minds than their bodies ... although that doesn't exactly apply to you. That look is spectacular on you, Jason, as I think you know – like the August page of that calendar Tommy keeps in his room and jerks off over, as do most of the boys in the tribe."
Jason shrugged off his jacket, revealing red suspenders that ran from his waist, over his T-shirt and over his shoulders. He sat sprawled on the couch, his legs in a manspread and his arms stretched along the back making his shoulders and arms bulge and his pecs flex under his sweaty T-shirt. He was stunning and Steve had to steel himself to keep his professional poise.
"Yeah doc," Jason grinned smugly, "I guess that picture was quite a hit. But it's old now."
"Yes, but if the tribe's grapevine is to be believed, and it usually is, next year's calendar is already out – with you on the cover!"
"That's right, doc. It's a great picture – me in the same clothes I'm wearing now – minus the shirt of course. They put streaks of dirt and smoke across my chest and green-screened roaring flames into the background for dramatic effect." He chuckled. "I guess before long the guys will be jacking off over that picture too."
"You included, so I hear," Steve said casually as he made notes on his clipboard. "You'll be cumming all over it too."
Jason did a double take. "Wow, didn't see that one coming, doc. Straight to the jugular eh?"
"I always find it best to cut right the chase, Jason. That is what we're here to talk about isn't it?"
"OK, you got me, doc, so I'm a fucking sicko. I get off looking at myself in the mirror. I watch myself work out, flex my muscles and it turns me on so much I jack off fantasizing about myself. And yeah, when that new calendar came out I looked so damn hot that I jerked off over that too. Is that fucking weird or what?"
Steve smiled. ""Stop beating yourself up, Jason. It's not as weird as you think. Let me tell you about narcissism. Like many so-called `bad' things in life it's only bad when it goes to extremes. Hell, you go to any gym and you'll see guys with great bodies flexing in front of a mirror, admiring themselves, justifiably proud of all the hard work they put into it. Dammit, man, you are one gorgeous fucking dude so it's natural you do the same thing.
"Nothing wrong with being proud of a beautiful body, Jason. Sure, it's a tad unusual when a guy actually jacks off looking at the mirror, but it happens more than you think. And I will grant you that it gets weird when a guy busts his load all over a picture of himself. Yeah, definitely a bit extreme, but it does no real harm to anyone else.
"But here's the deal, Jason. All of this is only really harmful if this self-body-worship gets to be an addiction, if you get so obsessed with yourself that you exclude other people from your life. Which brings us to Ben. How's that working out for you, dude?"
"Dammit, Steve, you sure have a knack for hitting a guy right between the eyes. You know damn well the answer to that question and you also know that's why I've come here. I had a long talk with Bob and he really opened my eyes, made me realize how shitty I've been treating the kid these last few weeks. I've been shutting him out of my life, been taking it for granted that he'll always be there no matter what.
"Like, before we go to bed I often jerk off looking in the bathroom mirror so I have nothing left for Ben and I turn my back on him in bed – don't even hold him. One night I think he even saw me jerking off over that picture though he pretended he hadn't seen. I think that may have been the last straw for him, and next day when Pablo shredded him over some work thing, that was it – he hit the road and ended up at Mike's place.
"Dammit, doc, help me out here. Sometimes I think I'm completely losing the plot."
"I can help you, Jason, but tell me one thing first. Do you love Ben?"
"Love him? I'm crazy about him. Apart from that sexy young gypsy look he's got going, that gorgeous face and body, he's the sweetest kid I know – honest, loyal and a lot of fun to be with. When I see that shy thing he does, when he blushes, it moves me to tears. I wanna be the best master for him, Steve. I don't wanna lose him."
"Good, that's all I wanted to know. Er, Jason, did I ever tell you about the chocolate factory?"
"The ... what?"
"When new employees start work at a chocolate factory the company allows them to eat as many chocolates as they want as they pack them in boxes. They soon overdose on the stuff and after the first week they never want to eat another chocolate again."
"And, er, what's that got to do with me, doc?"
Jason, you will only be able to love Ben the way you want to if you can beat back this obsession you have with your own looks. So like the chocolate eaters, I want you to overdose on narcissism, Jason. And there's one way I know to do that. Let's go down to the basement."
VANITY FLARES
Jason was startled by this sudden turn of events but he was well aware of Doc Steve's unusual methods so he dutifully followed him out of the office and down the stairs to the basement gym, which was also a playroom for Steve, his lover Lloyd and the athletic Tommy. Jason noticed paraphernalia like ropes and restraints lying around and of course he caught sight of his own multiple reflections in the mirrored walls.
Steve said, "A while ago you told me that after you work out you look in the mirror and jack off fantasizing about yourself. That kind of thing can be a powerful aphrodisiac and I'd like to hear some of those fantasies."
Jason hesitated, but he was emboldened by Steve's clinical, non-judgmental tone. "Oh, you know, doc, I look at that hot young fireman and imagine him being at the mercy of other guys. Maybe his firefighter buddies get pissed off by his vanity and tie him up, his muscles flexing, and humiliate him by forcing him to flex his muscles and watch himself jack off. You're right, a little fantasy makes the whole thing a huge turn on."
"Do you talk to the guy in the mirror?"
"Oh sure. It's a lot hotter if I think it's another guy, not me. If you half close your eyes the image is blurred a bit and it looks like someone else."
"Great, this is good, Jason. OK, now I want to see it in practice. This may be a bit outside your comfort zone but bear with me, dude. Trust me, it's all part of the treatment."
Jason willingly put himself in the doc's hands. Plus he was already turned on and wanted to see what came next, which turned out to be Steve picking up off the floor a braided brown dog collar that he buckled round Jason's neck. "I need this to be so you can't get it off," Steve said, "hence this padlock." Jason instinctively looked at the reflection of the collared fireman and his cock jumped in his heavy work pants.
Behind him hung gymnastic rings that Tommy used in his routines. Steve attached one of them to the collar which he secured with the padlock. Only Steve's key could release the fireman, though his hands were free and the rope was long enough for him to walk close to the mirror.
"There's your fantasy, Jason," Steve said. "And now I want you to put on a show – not for me but for yourself. Indulge your vanity. I'll be way over there in the shadows so forget I'm here." He walked away and sat in a chair at the side of the room, already forgotten by Jason whose sole focus was the homoerotic sight in the mirror.
"Damn," he breathed. "Shit, damn ... fucking beautiful." He stared at the handsome young fireman with his square-cut features and tousled blond hair, his muscled torso flexing under the sweat-stained blue T-shirt, and a pronounce bulge under his work pants. He said to the mirror, "Let's see you get free, big guy."
He pulled at his collar with both hands, then walked forward till it jerked at his neck, but it was securely padlocked – there was no escape. He narrowed his eyes and saw not himself but a rugged young firefighter who had been captured and tied by the neck. When he opened his eyes fully he was talking to a stranger. "They've got you where they want you, stud, you're at their mercy."
"Yeah, fuck yeah," he moaned. "Come on, man, let's see that fucking body." He pushed the suspenders off his shoulders and they hung down from his waist against the legs of the thick pants. Never taking his eyes off his reflection he cupped a hand round the bulge at his crotch then stroked the shape of his rigid cock.
Then he ran his hands over the T-shirt, over the shape of his ripped abs and his bulging pecs, clawing his fingers over his hard nipples. "Damn you're beautiful ... but they've got you, man. You're their prisoner. You have to do what they tell you to."
There was a long silence as he gazed at himself, playing out the fantasy he had always imagined. "OK, stud, let's see that fucking body. You stink of sweat, man, get rid of that fucking shirt." Jason pulled at the neck with both hands and heard a ripping sound. He pulled harder and tore it down the middle, far enough down to reveal the cleft between the slabs of his pecs.
"Damn, that's fucking awesome. Look at those pecs. I said lose the shirt, asshole. Rip the fucking thing off."
Jason's eyes gleamed and he yanked the shirt hard so it ripped clear off his chest. He hung the shredded cloth over one shoulder and stared in awe at the same picture in the mirror as the one on the calendar cover – the muscled firefighter, stripped to the waist in heavy yellow work pants, suspenders dangling at the sides, his shirt hanging over his shoulder just like in the picture.
"Flex those muscles, man ... show me that body ... damn that's hot."
In an erotic scene of muscle-worship, gazing into the mirror, Jason flexed as he did after his workouts – a series of bodybuilder poses displaying his magnificent physique – his broad shoulders, bulging biceps and rock hard pecs. He pressed his fists into his slim waist and flared his back, then ran his hands up over the ridges of his eight-pack abs, over his chest and neck, and traced the chiseled contours of his face with his fingers.
He ran his fingers through his blond hair and flexed his bent arms again. His hand traveled back down his neck where he grabbed the dog collar clamped degradingly round the captive's throat. From the throat his fingers ran down the cleft between his pecs, wet with beads of sweat. He shoved his fingers in his mouth and tasted the musky taste of his own sweat.
He stroked his pecs again, then twisted his nipples painfully, moaning with pain and lust. "Aaagh, fuck you, man, you're torturing my fucking tits. That looks so fucking hot – a stud fireman tied by the neck, his shirt ripped off, getting tortured. You're so fucking gorgeous, man ... I wanna touch you ..."
He stepped up to the mirror, the rope just long enough for him to press against it, against the body of the captive fireman, his crotch, his bare chest and his stunning face that he licked and kissed ravenously. Grinding his muscular body against the glass Jason stared into the man's eyes, wide open now as his neck strained against the collar round his neck.
He pulled away from the glass and took a step back. "Dammit, his buddies are gonna humiliate the vain, arrogant fireman by forcing him to jerk off looking at himself. Let's see that cock, stud."
Jason ripped open his pants and pulled out his cock that was already dripping pre-cum. He wrapped his right hand round it while pinching his nipple with the other hand. This is what he had fantasized about when he jerked off over his own picture – the tough, dominant fireman taken captive, stripped to the waist in his heavy work pants, roped by the neck and forced to degrade himself in front of his buddies by beating his meat.
He stared at the lust on his own eyes, helpless to resist, trapped by his own vanity as much as the rope round his neck. "Fuck you, man. That looks so damn hot you know I can't hold back." With one last tweak he pulled his hand off his nipple, raised his left arm and flexed his bicep while he pounded his cock harder.
"Damn, you're so fucking beautiful man. You're gonna bust your load while they all watch you." He walked closer to the mirror. "Do it stud, you know you have to. Damn, look at the man's face ... that body. Let me see you cum, man. Shit you're gorgeous. Cum for me, man. That's an order ...!"
His body tensed, his eyes opened wide and he watched in disbelief as the shirtless fireman yelled, "Fuck ... I'm gonna shoot ... I'm gonna cum ... fuck ... fuuuck!" His cock blasted jets of semen that splashed against the mirror and streamed down the glass.
Panting hard he fell against the mirror, pressed his lips against it and kissed the rugged man he had worshipped so often for so long. "Fuck ... fuck," he moaned, slumped against the mirror.
"THAT WAS JUST THE BEGINNING"
When Jason heard Steve move behind him, he pulled back and turned to face him. "How was that, doc – not too crazy even for you?"
Steve grinned, "Crazy enough for me to lose my load watching you lose yours, buddy." He glanced down at the stain over the crotch in his own slacks. "Fucking awesome, Jason, I can see why you can't take your eyes off the mirror. Damn, if they made a movie of that you'd be a rich man."
"So you think I'm cured doc? You gonna unlock this collar?"
"Hell no! You thought that was the end?" Steve smiled. "It's just the beginning. I told you it took those chocolate workers a week to cure their addiction to chocolate. You haven't eaten enough chocolate yet."
"You gonna keep me here a week, doc?" Jason protested.
"No, of course not, just a while longer. You just indulged your lust by showing off to yourself. The next step is to show off for someone else, a guy who really loves beautiful men."
"You mean your lover Lloyd, don't you, doc? Shit, I worked out with that hunk at the gym often enough to watch him drool over those fitness models strutting their stuff."
"And after that, Jason, you have to get off looking at someone other than yourself, someone so hot you forget about the man in the mirror,"
"You mean someone like a gorgeous young gymnast with an ass you can't take your eyes off?"
"That's the guy. You've got your work cut out here, Jason. But I guarantee that at the end of it you will be so tired of muscles, superficial beauty and your own mirror image that you will long for the beauty of innocence, the blush on a shy face and the look of love in a pair of young dark gypsy eyes."
"Oh, yeah," Steve, "fuck yeah. But I don't wanna fuck that up again, Steve. I'll do anything."
"Yes you will, Jason. Now I'm gonna leave you for a short while before I send in Lloyd and Tommy. But I don't want you to backslide and jerk off looking at yourself again, so ..." Steve got a length of cord and tied the fireman's wrists behind his back. "Won't be long, Jason."
After he left the room fell silent as Jason looked at the shirtless fireman in the mirror, a collar round his neck, hands tied behind his back,"
He pulled at his bound wrists, making his biceps and shoulders bulge with the strain. He grinned at himself. "Whatever happens with the doc's therapy, stud, there's no getting away from it. You are one hot-damn gorgeous son-of- a-bitch. If he hadn't tied my wrists I would sure as hell... ah, never mind."
Then he heard the voices of Lloyd and Tommy outside the door ...
TO BE CONTINUED IN "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 478
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