A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 493 By Rob Williams

Chapter 493 – "CHAD'S EROTIC INITIATION"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

Doctor Chad, the hunk with the classic features and body of a Greek statue, is finally initiated into the tribe. As leatherman Zack puts it with only slight exaggeration, "Construction workers and leathermen line up to face-fuck the chained Greek God." In the erotic climax the gypsy boss Randy gives Chad what he has craved for so long. "I'm gonna fuck your ass, doc and make you beg for more, then make you fall in love" ___________________________________________________________________

IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Doctor Chad was a knockout, with the classic features and body of a Greek statue, tousled light brown hair and seductive hazel eyes. So his arrival among the tribe had caused quite a stir – in the men of the tribe and in himself too.

The doc was a stranger to man-on-man sex but that quickly changed when he met the cop Mark and they made love. After that he fell in lust with the handsome co-leader of the tribe Bob, who ended up being the first man ever to fuck Chad in the ass.

That did not please Bob's lover Randy, the quick-to-anger gypsy boss of the tribe's construction company. But before he could assert his authority over Chad, Randy was injured in an accident at work causing a serious gash on his leg. Now he was dependent upon Doctor Chad who stopped the bleeding, took him to the hospital where he was head surgeon, and stitched him up.

But even as he lay reliant on the doc's skills Randy still resented Chad and growled, "One day soon I'm gonna fuck your ass and make you crawl and beg for more. I can make a man do that. You are gonna get so fucking fucked, dude, and you're gonna fall in love. I can make a man do that too."

Chad shrugged off the remark but soon found out Randy was a man of his word. The next day Chad was at the tribe's compound and wanted to check out the leg wound. But young Eddie said, "Not here you won't, sir. I saw Randy leave over an hour ago dressed for work."

"For work?" Chad gasped. "Dammit, he can't do that. I warned him not to work. Fucking idiot." The doc raced over to the construction site and found Randy in an old warehouse unloading supplies. "What the fuck are you doing here, Randy? I expressly ordered you to rest and stay off work. I'm your doctor, dammit, and you'll do what I say, or I'll ..."

That's as far as he got because Randy silenced him with a grinding kiss. Every time the doc tried to talk Randy kissed him again, then pushed down on his shoulders and forced him to his knees. At last the big gypsy was asserting his physical and sexual superiority – and Chad was falling under his spell, like so many men before him.

He stared up at the construction worker towering over him and Randy grinned, "That's more like it, the doc kneeling at the boss's feet. Man, you are one gorgeous son-of-a-bitch, face like a Greek God, built like a brick fucking shithouse. That makes it all the hotter. See, this god ain't being worshipped. It's the Greek God who's on his knees and he's gonna worship cock."

Randy ripped open his pants, pulled out his massive cock and Chad winced. "I ain't sucking your cock, man." In response Randy grabbed Chad's hair, pulled his head back ... and slapped his cock across the handsome face. "How was that again, dude?" After more of the same treatment Chad gave in. "OK, OK, I'll do it. I'll suck your cock, man. Yeah, I wanna feel your rod in my mouth."

"That's better." Still holding Chad's tousled hair Randy rammed his shaft deep in his mouth. That was the start of a savage face fuck that Chad tried to resist at first but soon surrendered to the boss's dick as it pistoned in his mouth.

After a ferocious fuck Chad knew he couldn't take much more. Frantically he pounded his own cock, tears streaming down his face, and his cock exploded, spraying cum over Randy's work boots, while he gulped down the gypsy's semen flooding his mouth.

Randy made the muscle-god bend down and lick his boots clean. He grabbed Chad's shirt and dragged him over the dirt floor to one of the sturdy poles that supported the roof, ripping the shirt in the process. He tied Chad to the pole, his wrists roped behind him and a rope round his neck. He groaned, "I'm done, man, I can't take any more. Please ... you win, you're the boss."

"Love to hear a top man beg," Randy grinned. "You look fucking gorgeous like that, doc – my kinda man." Randy pounded his cock in his fist until it erupted for a second time and sprayed the last of his jizz full in the face of the broken muscle-god.

Randy propped a pane of glass on the ground against a square of black wood and Chad saw his own reflection in the glass – on his knees, hands tied behind him, the shreds of his ripped shirt hanging over his chest. Semen streamed down his face, out of his mouth and over his sagging jaw – a pornographic image of abject defeat and humiliation.

Randy growled, "I did that to you doc. But I want more – and you want it too. I told you I would make you beg. Look into my eyes, doc, and tell me what you want. Tell me, man ..."

Mesmerized by the laser blue eyes and by the euphoria of being the gypsy's prisoner, Chad groaned, "I want you to fuck me, sir. Please, I wanna feel your cock in my ass."

Randy smiled, leaned forward and kissed him one last time. Then he pulled off his sweat-soaked tank top and sniffed it. "Phew, fucking thing stinks. Here, chew on this doc." He rolled the wet shirt in a ball and stuffed it in Chad's mouth.

Randy stood up and grinned down at the pornographic sight. "Damn that's hot. Oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck you real good, big guy, but not right now. I gotta let my leg heal first – doctor's orders." He roared with laughter at his own joke and walked away out of the warehouse.

******************** CHAPTER 493 *******************

THE DOC MEETS MIGUEL

Alone in the silence of the cavernous warehouse Chad stared at the mirror and hardly recognized the half-naked hunk in the ripped shirt, kneeling in defeat and degradation, hands tied behind him, a rope round his neck, his face smothered in cum, and gagged by a stinking shirt stuffed in his mouth.

He could have forced the gag out but when he bit down on it he felt Randy's rancid sweat squeeze down his throat. As he gulped it down he smelled and tasted the man, and was overwhelmed by the thought of the gypsy's magnificent body leaning over him, his cock ploughing his ass. He wanted it so bad ... so bad.

His head fell forward and he lost track of time until he was roused from his stupor by a sound, a footstep. Must be Randy, coming back to release him. But when he raised his head he blinked in confusion and spat out his gag. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question, doc," said Miguel.

The muscular Hispanic with his chiseled features, heavily stubbled square jaw and thick black hair, stood and stared at him with his penetrating dark eyes. Chad's confusion was compounded by what Miguel was wearing – black boots, black leather pants clinging tight to his narrow waist and hips, and a black leather vest open over his muscled torso.

Then Chad glanced again at himself in the makeshift mirror, the very opposite of the powerful leatherman – a captive on his knees, arms bound behind him, a rope round his neck. Miguel knew that Chad was as much an alpha top man as himself. But he realized that Chad had fallen victim to a stronger man, had been broken and humiliated, his face smothered in semen, shirt ripped to shreds, forced to gaze at his own degradation in the mirror.

That pornographic image of a humbled top-man gave Miguel a major hard-on. He had put on his leather outfit and come to meet his lover Zack and go to a leather bar after work. But Randy had told him that Zack was working on another site. "But before you go find Zack, buddy, you might wanna go take a look in the warehouse. And help yourself to whatever you find there."

Miguel now fully intended to help himself. This was far and away hotter than anything he could find in any leather bar. And Chad's humiliation was now complete, being stared at by a man he had previously admired and lusted for – as an equal. But they were far from equal now.

Miguel said, "When I first saw you, doc, I thought you were one hell of a sexy mother-fucker, a man I had to know better. But now this. You look so damn hot on your knees, man ... really gets my juices flowing. I gotta have me some of that."

Miguel raised his arms, leaned forward and braced his hands high on the pole, the bulge in his leather pants a few inches from the prisoner's face. Chad looked up at the ripped body stretched above him, then stared again at the huge bulge and inhaled the erotic smell of leather. His cock stiffened and without thinking he flicked out his tongue and licked the bulge."

"You like that, eh, stud?" Miguel grinned. "You're gonna like this even better." He unzipped his pants and pulled out his rigid cock. "Looks like you've already been good and lubed by the guy who worked you over. Open up, big guy."

Chad's jaw sagged open and the leatherman's cock slid in his mouth, then pulled back and eased in again. The doc forgot his degrading situation. All he could think of now was that the man he had singled out from the crowd and lusted after was right now shoving his dick down his throat. And this was not the brutal face-fuck of the merciless Randy. Chad was feasting on Miguel's cock that filled his mouth, gliding gently in and out.

Miguel grinned down at him. "Damn that feels good, doc. You and me have got to get together and play. But what I really want is to worship you, to kneel at your feet and suck your cock, then give my ass to you and watch the Greek God lean over me and drive his cock inside me."

Miguel smiled at his own homoerotic fantasy "Damn that would be hot. We gotta do it, man, soon. And after that we'll make love all night. Just the thought of that's gonna make me cum. You are so fucking gorgeous you're making me cum ... I'm gonna cum ... fuck ... yeaahh!" Miguel's cock shuddered and spurted cum into Chad who was overwhelmed by the taste of semen, the smell of leather and the thrill of gulping down the Hispanic's warm, musky juice.

ZACK TAKES HIS TURN

"Fucking pornographic." That deep voice came from the doorway where the black construction boss Zack stood grinning at his lover Miguel. Hey, dude, I heard you had come to this site so I came looking for you. Randy told me I would find you in here – and not alone, I see. Did you do that to the doc here?"

"Nah, I found him like this. He'd already been tied up and worked over by another guy. Judging by the jizz all over that gorgeous face he was face-fucked by the guy and then left here to get the same treatment from any other construction guys who come by. Pretty soon the crew will be lining up to plough that hot mouth and there's nothing the stud can do about it.

"And hell, I'm not the kinda guy who looks a gift horse in the mouth, I'd rather fuck it, so I did. You wanna jump in and get a piece of the action here, bro?"

"Try stopping me. Hey, doc, you wanna chew on a hunk of black beef?"

Chad raised his exhausted head and stared up at Zack, with his rugged face and shaved head, wearing his usual black jeans and boots. Like Miguel he had a black leather vest that hung open over the gleaming ebony muscles of his torso. The captive looked down at the long shape running down his leg under the jeans and groaned, "No more, please. I can't take any more."

Zack grinned, "Doc, you may be the big boss in your world but this here's my territory and I call the shots. And from where I stand you're in no position to object. You're at my mercy, big guy."

He yanked open his jeans and pulled out his huge black cock that hung down semi-erect in front of Chad's face. By now the onslaught on his mouth by two men, and now a third, had dulled his senses and stripped away all pride, all ability, or desire, to resist. He wanted only one thing. He had been transformed from a muscular, dominant Greek God into an abject cock slave, begging on his knees. Cock ... he loved cock ... he craved cock.

Mechanically he pushed out his tongue and licked the thick black cock, from the head all the way up the long shaft and then buried his face in the wiry mass of pubic hair. Zack grabbed his tousled hair, pulled it back and forced him to look up at him. "What do you want, stud. Let me hear it."

In a trance Chad groaned, "I want your cock, sir. I wanna eat your cock."

His square jaw sagged open and Zack pushed the head of his cock in his mouth, then slowly eased the whole cock down his throat. Chad gagged at first, then breathed easily and pushed forward until the cock filled his throat and he was munching on the black man's pubes.

And all the time Miguel, the man he lusted for and wanted to love, was watching and Chad didn't care. He wanted Miguel to see this, wanted to turn Miguel on and hold out the promise of more to come.

Zack grinned at Miguel. Buddy, you should take this man away and get to know him – I mean really get to know him. I'll make a gift of him to you and you can do what you like to him. But first I gotta unload in his mouth. You ready, doc?"

Zack turned up the pressure and drove his rod faster and deeper in his mouth. As his victim choked the leather-master howled and blasted a stream of semen down the throat of the muscular top man turned cock slave.

He pulled out and let the last of his jizz spurt onto the doctor's already cum-soaked face. Then he laughed and turned to Miguel. "You know, I'm serious, dude. Next weekend when I take Darius and his boy Ryan on a fishing trip up to the lake you should get away too. Take the doc up the coast to our shack in the dunes. Relax, swim, and make love. Take your boy Finn too."

Still dazed after chowing down on so much dick Chad heard the men talking about him like he was a piece of meat to be tied up and serially face-fucked, then passed around like a trophy from one man to another. It went against every instinct in his rugged body, but somehow it excited him, especially the prospect of spending time with Miguel.

"OK, buddy, let's hit the road to the bar," Zack said

"We can't leave the guy here," Miguel said. "They'll be lining up to fuck his face. Better untie him, don't ya think?"

Miguel untied the ropes then grabbed Chad's hair and grinned down at him. "You're a sexy hunk of man, doc. Can't wait to get you up in those dunes. You want that don't you?"

Wearily Chad groaned, "You know I do." Miguel let go of him and he fell forward face down in the dirt, exhausted.

He dimly heard the guys leave, then lay in the dirt too confused and tired to move. He couldn't even process what had happened and what he had become. And doubts were starting to creep in until he heard heavy footsteps. He felt a boot under his stomach, it flipped him over on his back and he found himself staring up at Randy.

"I hear you had yourself quite a party in here, doc," Randy grinned. "You OK, no bones broken?"

"Feeling ... good, but confused, Randy. Have you come back to fuck me?"

"Not yet, big guy, all in good time. But you did great in here ... and you're one of us. If that's what you want, welcome to the tribe. `Course, you still have to pay the price of admission – my dick up your ass. But right now I'm gonna have Darius come in here, help you up on your feet and take you back to our place so you can wash up.

"And when I get home I want you to check my leg, see how it's healing. I know we've had our differences, but from now on I'll obey doctor's orders. I'm in your hands, doc – kind of." He gazed down at the half naked hunk. "Fucking beautiful ... yeah, you're one of us."

CHAD RECOVERS

After Randy left, Darius came into the warehouse and helped Chad to his feet. He pulled off the tattered remains of his shirt and Darius grinned, "Don't worry, sir, shirtless is a standard look around here, especially with a body like yours. Here ..." He picked up off the ground the sweat-soaked tank top Randy had used to gag Chad. "You might wanna keep this too, sir – as a memento. Most of us guys have something similar after sessions with Randy."

Chad grinned and stuffed the shirt in his pocket, and he declined Darius's offer of a ride home. "Thanks Darius but I feel fine to drive myself. No bones broken, just an aching jaw."

"I know the feeling, sir," Darius grinned. "I'm Zack's boy after all."

So Chad drove his own car to the tribe's compound where he was not surprised to find Eddie at the gate waiting to greet him. Chad assumed, correctly, that the events in the warehouse had already been posted on the grapevine, which accounted for Eddie's state of pent-up excitement. "Sir, Jamie asked me to take you to his and Mark's apartment so you can shower and rest up. And Wil's gonna look in later to see if you want some food brought in."

Chad smiled at the excited boy. "Eddie, I appreciate your concern, but I'm really fine – nothing that a warm shower won't fix. As I'm sure you know, all I've been doing is sucking dick ..."

"Three, dicks, sir ..."

"Well yes, to be exact, three dicks, but who's counting?"

"I am, sir. And I hear you did a great job. I mean all those guys have pretty huge schlongs and I just wished I'd been there to ..."

"Eddie ... Eddie ... Jamie's apartment?"

"Oh sorry, sir. I've got this verbal thing ..."

"Verbal diarrhea?"

Yeah that's the one – least that's what the guys always call it – a bit crude I think. Hey, maybe you could prescribe me a pill or something, you being a doc and all."

"Eddie, the only pill I know for verbal diarrhea is a tranquilizer, but that would take away your sparkle and we wouldn't want that. Ah, here's the apartment. Thanks for the welcome, Eddie." He kissed Eddie who glowed. "Welcome to the tribe, sir."

Chad had spent last night in Mark and Jamie's bedroom but he now headed to the guestroom where, with a sigh of relief, he kicked off his shoes and dropped his jeans and shorts. Randy's old tank-top fell from his jeans' pocket. He picked it up, held it to his face and inhaled the pungent smell of sweat. He grinned, stuffed it back in the pocket and headed to the shower.

A long hot shower soothed his body but not his racing thoughts. He had been sporting an erection ever since sniffing Randy's shirt and could not shed the memory of the rugged construction boss towering over him as he lay in the dirt. Damn he wanted to feel that huge dick in his ass, but Randy was making him wait, toying with him. Randy had said he'd have to beg for it, crawl even. Well, if that's what it took he could bury his pride when the time came.

Other thoughts of shattered pride crowded his head – forced to his knees, roped to a pole and getting serially face-fucked by Randy and the two leathermen Miguel and Zack. As he got out of the shower and toweled off he looked at his naked body in the mirror and felt he was drowning in endless thoughts of sex.

Then he heard a knock at the door. "Come in." The door opened and in came Will, carrying a tray of food. "Hello, sir, sorry to barge in but I thought you might need something to eat as you missed lunch `cos you were ... er, busy."

Chad smiled warmly. "Thanks, Will, you've made me realize how hungry I am." Watching the freckle-faced young redhead earnestly set out the food on a small table Chad was moved. And he smiled, realizing that the cute kid was the perfect antidote to the carnal thoughts of man-sex crowding his mind.

"Looks terrific, Will. Did you cook this?"

"I did, sir. Will that be all?"

The boy seemed strangely to be in a hurry to leave but Chad said, "Hey, you and I have not had a chance to get to know each other yet, kiddo. Would you like to hang out here a bit so we can talk while I eat?"

"I'd like to sir, but I can't. I'm real busy today – I gotta help prep dinner and I've got a couple of catering gigs coming up and I haven't even had time yet to ..." His voice trailed off and he seemed agitated, close to tears. Clearly the boy was under some sort of strain, either physical or emotional, or both. Chad had seen symptoms like this in many of his patients and knew it should be addressed by a professional such as himself.

He would talk to Bob about it later, but now was not the time as Will hurried from the room.

YOUNG WILL SNAPS

Actually, the issue was about to come to a head sooner than Chad imagined. Bob was in the kitchen with the twins when Will rushed in after taking lunch to Chad. He didn't say a word, didn't even make eye contact, even though he always used to smile when he saw Bob and the twins together. He loved being the twins' boy and knowing they were Bob's boys. It was like a small loving family.

But none of that was evident now as he put the tray away, cursed softly when it got stuck on something, then hurried to unload the dishwasher.

"Hey, Will," Bob smiled, "so how is Chad doing? I hear that was quite a scene in the warehouse. Does he seem OK to you?"

"He seems fine, sir," Will replied curtly without looking at him. Bob looked over at the twins who shrugged helplessly. They had just been talking to Bob about how stressed Will had seemed lately. Suddenly there was a crash when Will pulled a plate from the dishwasher and it slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor. "Fuck ... fuck."

He knelt down to pick up the pieces but Kyle bent down and pulled him to feet. "No sweat, Will, it's only a plate. Relax, I'll pick it up."

Will started to protest but Bob intervened and put his hand on Will's shoulder. "Will, we should talk ... take a break for a minute."

"I can't, too busy. I've gotta help the guys prep dinner, then I've gotta start on the menus for my catering gigs – one tonight and another for lunch tomorrow." He pointed to the whiteboard on the wall that was full of his upcoming catering jobs. "I'll be fine, just leave me alone."

He suddenly realized how rude that sounded to a man he idolized, his face crumpled and Bob pulled him into a comforting hug. "I'm sorry, sir, I don't know why I said that. I would never be rude to you."

"I know, Will. Now I want you to come upstairs with me so we can talk. I don't usually order you to do anything, but I guess this is an order."

Just then Chad came in with empty plates from lunch. "I thought I'd bring these back, save you a trip ..." He stopped abruptly, taking in the scene. "Oh, sorry, I interrupted something ..."

"No Chad, not at all," Bob said. "I was about to take Will upstairs for a break, and actually a medical opinion might be helpful if you don't mind coming with us."

"Sure, I'd be glad to – if Will doesn't mind."

"I don't mind, sir," Will said meekly. "And I'm sorry if I was rude to you when I brought lunch."

"You weren't rude at all, Will, just busy." Chad chuckled. "As a doctor I can relate to that. OK, guys, let's go."

SOLVING WILL'S PROBLEM

When they got upstairs Bob went into the twins' room and found one of their clean T-shirts. "Here, take this, Chad. You seem to be going through a lot of shirts."

"I do, don't I? Seems to be a major hazard in this crowd."

He put it on and they went into Will's room and sat down facing each other. Bob went straight to the topic at hand. "Will, the twins and I have noticed how tense you have been with people, kind of snippy too. We've also noticed how busy you are. You get up at the crack of dawn and sometimes you get home real late after an evening catering job and go straight to bed. Are you feeling OK in yourself?"

"Yes thank you, sir – just tired is all."

"Could I jump in here, Bob?" Chad said. "Will, I know I'm new here so feel free to tell me to mind my own business. But when Eddie was showing me around the house I watched you working and – well, you never stopped. When did you last take a day off for yourself?"

"Well, sir ... I ... I can't really remember."

"Ah, I thought so. When you just said `tired is all' ... well, that's not all. Overwork can lead to burnout, I've seen it so often in patients. It's usually not something you're aware of, it kinda creeps up on you., Now, I would like to examine you physically tomorrow but I'm pretty sure I'll find nothing organically wrong. You're a strong, vigorous young man, and an attractive one if I may say so – although it's not politically correct for a doctor to say that."

"I don't mind, sir," said Will managing a shy smile.

"Good. So if this is burnout, as I'm pretty sure it is, there's a simple solution. You have to take a break. You have to distance yourself from the triggers associated with your fatigue and irritability, specifically all the work you're doing."

Will looked nervously from Chad to Bob. "But that's the point, sir, I can't. I have to help the twins, it's my job, and I've got lots of catering coming up, you saw the board downstairs."

"Will," Bob smiled, "the twins can manage the house meals and they can fill in for you on the catering jobs. It's normal – when someone takes a vacation his colleagues substitute for him, happens all the time. You need to go away somewhere, away from the tribe and this house, to refresh your mind and recharge you batteries."

Will frowned. "But I wouldn't know where to go, sir. And I'd be lonely, just me and my dog Norman, doing nothing. Besides, I love to cook, sir, it's when I'm happiest."

Bob was momentarily at a loss and glanced at Chad who hesitated before saying, "Er, I may be jumping the gun here and speaking out of turn, but Zack has suggested that Miguel and I go up the coast together for a few days – he mentioned a shack in the dunes and said Miguel should take his boy Finn. If Miguel agrees, I wonder if you would like to join us. Just a suggestion."

Bob's eyes lit up. "And it's a great one, Chad, for several reasons. When I heard about that trip I was thinking that it might be a bit weird for Finn. I mean, not to beat about the bush, I think you and Miguel have a lot to sort out between you and that might leave Finn feeling like an uncomfortable third wheel. I always say that two's company, three's a crowd, and four's a whole lot of fun. Will, you get along well with Finn, don't you?"

"We get along great, sir. Finn still has that ex-hustler rough edge but I think that's kinda sexy, and so does Miguel – he told me."

"Great, so you boys can hang out together when Chad and Miguel are ... getting to know each other. And there's another thing. Something Miguel really hates is having to cook for himself. That's his job, he works hard in the kitchens of the Ritz-Carlton as the executive chef and the last thing he wants to do when he takes a break is start cooking again. And Finn can't boil water. But Will, you say cooking makes you happy, so you could cook for the four of you – nothing taxing, a few light meals when you're not eating out at restaurants.

Chad said, "This all sounds very doable guys, but let's cool it a bit until I run the idea by Miguel. I'd hate him to think we were planning stuff behind his back. How does it sound to you, Will?"

"I ... I like the sound of it, sir, but can I talk to the twins first and check it out with them?"

"Of course you must, Will, you are their boy," Bob said. "And by the way, guys, I think I know why Zack made the suggestion that Miguel go away with you for a few days, Chad. All couples go through periods when they're a bit scratchy with each other and I've noticed that happening with Zack and Miguel lately. Doc Steve's advice is always to take a break from each other for a while. Makes you realize how much you love and miss your man."

"Like – absence makes the heart grow fonder, sir," Will said unexpectedly, blinking solemnly behind his owl glasses."

"You nailed it, kiddo," Chad smiled and put his arm round Will. He liked the boy a lot and his spur of the moment instinct had been right – having him along on the trip would be just right.

Bob smiled with satisfaction as Will scurried downstairs to talk to the twins, who eagerly embraced the idea. "Actually," Kevin said, "this is our fault. It's our job to take care of our boy and we got so busy we overlooked your growing tension and increasing workload. And we can easily take on your catering jobs while you're away."

"So we're all for you taking a break, kiddo," Kyle smiled. "And we feel confident entrusting you to Miguel and Chad. Miguel is real solid and level-headed and even Finn has a protective streak in him under that rebellious facade he puts on. He'd never let anything bad happen to you. Plus you'll have a doctor with you too. How could we ask for anything more for our boy?"

ALL PART OF THE ACT

Chad, too, was feeling more confident about his situation after all the overwhelming experiences that had crashed in on him since his arrival in the tribe. He still had his lusts and carnal desires, but he could at last see a way of life shaping up for him here, with his prestigious new job at the hospital, and the purchase of that house – if the sale went through.

One thing he couldn't reconcile was the guys' free-and-easy attitude to sex and relationships. Chad saw himself as old fashioned. If, in his dreams, he could ever imagine himself in a relationship, it would be living quietly behind a white picket fence with a lover and a golden retriever sitting happily by the fire.

But it seemed that monogamy was not part of the mix here. Would he ever get used to that? What about this thing with Miguel, a man he admired, the kind of man he could love maybe? But Miguel already had Zack, and Chad rejected the idea of a triangle, a ménage-à-trois, just as he had recoiled from coming between Mark and Jamie.

Part of that dilemma was eased when he ran into Zack and Miguel getting home from the leather bar they had gone to. "Hey, doc," Zack said with a gleaming smile on his chiseled ebony features. "You recovered from that orgy in the warehouse? That was quite something – construction workers and leathermen lining up to face-fuck the chained Greek God."

"Bit of an exaggeration, Zack," Chad grinned, "but yeah I've recovered. I'm tougher than you think."

"You into leather, dude?"

"I'm not really sure what that means, Zack. But you two look hotter than hell dressed like that and the smell of leather gave me a boner."

"That says it all, Chad," Miguel laughed, "you get off on leather. Just wait till Zack, Darius and me take you on one of our leather fantasies. You'll never look back."

"Talking of which, guys, were you serious about Miguel and me taking a trip up to your, what is it, a shack on the beach?"

"Dude," Zack grinned, "I know that look in Miguel's eye and I saw the sparks fly between you two when Mark first brought you to dinner. That's not the kind of thing you can throw a bucket of water over like separating two horny dogs. It has to play itself out. Besides, Miguel and me could do with a few days apart. And when he gets home I can punish him for fucking another guy – whips, chains the whole routine. It's all part of the act, doc – keeps relationships exciting."

Chad chuckled and shook his head. "It's all beyond me, guys. But listen, I've been talking to Bob who's worried about young Will and insists that he take some time off."

Chad relayed the whole conversation to them and Miguel jumped at the idea. "Sounds great, Chad, and Will would be great company for Finn. I was worried about Finn feeling like a third cog in the wheel. Will's a nice calming influence on Finn, especially when Finn's putting on that tough ex-hustler act of his. It turns me on and the only way I deal with it is to fuck him. But sensible, level-headed Will just tells him to get over himself.

"And better still, I dont have to cook! Will loves to cook and he's a great young self-taught chef. I even put "Will's Rhubarb Pie" on the hotel's menu and I offered him a job there but he turned me down cos he wanted to stay here with the twins."

Finn came out of the house and accepted the plan eagerly. He had had the same uneasy doubts that Miguel had expressed, so he welcomed Will's inclusion. Miguel flashed a smile that made Chad's cock stir. "Great, so looks like we're all set, doc. The dunes, here we come."

CHAD GETS THE FAMILY RATE

Chad spent that night with Mark and Jamie and went back to his Santa Monica apartment the next day. The beach trip was set for the coming Friday so he had a couple of days to sort out his own life. His job at the hospital there was effectively over so he went in to clear out his personal stuff and attend the farewell party the tearful staff gave him.

He gave notice to his apartment manager and packed some of his smaller belongings in his car to schlep across town. The new hospital was not far from the tribe's compound in L.A's Washington Heights area, so Chad's plan was to stay with Mark and Jamie until he found a place of his own. Which made putting a bid on the house the most urgent thing on his agenda.

When he got to the compound – looking almost preppy in beige slacks, loafers and a short-sleeve white shirt – he went to Bob and Randy's house to consult with Bob in his home office. He dumped a bulky file on his desk containing last year's tax returns, bank statements, credit reports and the rest of his disorganized financial file. "As you see, Bob, as a doctor I make a lousy accountant."

"Well that's my job," Bob smiled. Chad sat still while Bob cast a quick expert eye over the documents. "You made really good money at that hospital, doc, and even have stock in the company. Excellent credit and a ton of savings – which you should have invested. Damn, I wish I'd met you earlier."

"Me too, stud, and for reasons that have nothing to do with money."

"Down, tiger," Bob grinned. "No, you will have no problem at all financing that house at the best interest rate. But we have to move fast and decide on our bid. The first thing is to get a rough estimate on repairs and remodeling, and that's where Randy comes in. I'm jumping the gun a bit assuming that you will choose me to handle your finances and Randy to do the remodeling."

"Of course. Who better to take control of my money than the first guy to take control of my ass?"

Bob laughed. "There are probably other ways of choosing an accountant and a contractor but I guess sex is as good as any."

"I don't want any favors, though. I want you to charge me the going rate."

"Family rate, Chad. You're family now."

"Damn that sounds good," Chad smiled. "Why is it I have a massive boner just sitting here with you?"

"OK, just one rule, doc ... business before sex, right?"

"You strike a hard bargain, Bob. OK, house first. The place is empty and I got the lockbox code from the realtor and gave it to you, right?"

"Yeah, and I gave it to Randy. He knows we gotta move fast so he said he'd go take a look after work." Bob looked at his watch. "He's most likely there already. You should go there and talk to him and get the verdict. It's only a couple of blocks away."

Chad grinned sheepishly. "Actually I was gonna take something over there anyway – kind of a superstition of mine. Whenever I move I first take something personal to the new place to lay claim to it – in this case a big old hearthrug that I'll put down in front of the fireplace for good luck and pretend the house is already mine. Christen the place, if you know what I mean."

"I do, Chad. Actually Randy has a habit of christening a new house too ... except not with a hearthrug. Anyway, you better get over there." They stood up, shook hands and Bob smiled. "Welcome to my new client ... and good luck with Randy."

BURNING SAGE

When Chad arrived at the house, with his hearthrug on the seat beside him, he saw Randy's big truck parked outside, and even that made his cock stiffen. He looked at the large house, stylish with an imposing façade were it not for wayward vines growing over it and a jungle of a garden that looked as if it might swallow the house up.

Yeah the vines had to go, but he would keep the wisteria. He loved wisteria, growing over the windows like shaggy eyebrows. He heard a series of dull thuds from inside and guessed it was Randy making his inspection.

The front door was ajar and he went in. He paused to admire the generous hallway, peeked into the kitchen, which was a mess, and then went through to the main living room, a large high-ceilinged room that overlooked the extensive back garden.

The sun was getting low in the sky and shone through the un-curtained windows, bathing the empty room in a soft golden light. Chad stood in the doorway surveying the room, trying to imagine it habitable, with new paint and furniture.

The only movement came from Randy who was tapping the walls on the far side of the room. He had come straight from the construction site so he was wearing his usual old dirt-smudged cargo pants and boots, and his greasy tank top hanging loose over his broad shoulders and muscular chest. To complete the construction-boss picture a tool belt was slung low round his waist that accentuated the bulge of his pants in front and the curve of his butt in back.

Chad inhaled sharply and his cock swelled to rock-hard in his slacks. For a second he doubted that he should have this man working on his house – it would be too distracting and he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off him. But that thought was instantly replaced by the certainty that Randy was the perfect man, the only man, he could use, even if it meant spending all day there jerking off watching him work.

Even now he forced himself to keep his hand off his bulge as he gazed at the big gypsy moving around, the sun catching every muscle that rippled as he stretched up high, then bent down to examine the baseboard. The air-conditioning was not turned on yet so the room was warm and sweat was already starting to trickle down Randy's body and dampen his armpits.

Chad was about to give in to the urge to grab his cock when Randy suddenly looked up. "Hey, doc, you made it. You should be taking `before' pictures of this place before me and my guys start to transform it.

"So you think it's a good investment?"

"Dude, if you don't buy it I will – remodel it and flip it. I'd make big bucks for this place. I can turn this mess into a home fit for a prince – or a Greek God," he grinned. "But first I'll give you an estimate of how much essential repairs will cost to make it habitable. Bob can use that to figure knock the seller down in price. He's got a knack for that – hell, that guy could charm the birds down from the trees – and the bucks down from the asking price."

"But, from where I'm standing it looks such a mess," Chad winced.

"Ah, that's mostly cosmetic, it's structurally sound. Fr'instance, come here, take a look at this doorway. Reach up and grab the lintel." Chad stretched up and grasped the lintel, which was loose. "Right, but you see, this bar above it ...?" Randy pressed against Chad, chest to chest, stretched higher and clamped his hands round the real crossbar. "See? Solid as a rock, I can't move it. And that's the real structural support."

As Randy stretched up, his flexed arms pulling on the crossbar, Chad's face was pressed into his armpit. He could smell the stink of sweat and taste the wiry armpit hair filling his mouth. He choked and Randy pulled back. "Oh, sorry doc. Here, let me get that for you." He wiped his forearm across Chad's mouth and the rough hair scratched at his lips.

Chad gulped and there was a frozen moment until Randy glanced down at the floor. "What's that you brought with you, doc?"

Chad blushed. "Oh, just something kinda dumb – a hearthrug from my current place. Like I told Bob, it's sort of a tradition with me – when I move house I take something of mine and leave it there as proof the place is gonna be mine – staking out my territory. Like christening the place."

Randy grinned. "So you're into that too? I always christen a new place too – except I don't need props to do it. I just use ... well, check with Bob. OK, let's see you lay claim to your new house, dude."

Chad was acutely aware of Randy's amused blue eyes following his every move as he shook out the rug and laid it carefully in front of the fireplace. He looked up and grinned nervously at Randy. "There ... done."

"Well, not quite, doc. There are lots of ways to make a house yours – like saging, for example. Some people burn sage to rid the room of negative energy. But like I said, I don't use props. I have a surefire way to bring in positive energy – real positive. It's something you'll always remember whenever you come into this room and see that rug. Years in the future when you're sitting here by the fire with your boyfriend and your faithful old collie ..."

"... golden retriever ..."

"Golden retriever, whatever ... like I was saying, you'll always remember what you did right here – and who did it to you." Randy's blue eyes bored into his and Chad knew that the time had come at last.

FINAL INITIATION

Chad stood facing Randy – waiting for orders from the swarthy gypsy, whose voice took on a gravelly tone. "Take off your shirt." The doc pulled off his white shirt and stood stripped to the waist in his beige slacks and smart brown bet, under Randy's intense gaze.

"Fucking beautiful," Randy growled. "That body ..." he ran his hands over the sculpted contours of Chad's torso ... "and that face ..." tracing the lines of his high cheekbones, full lips and square jaw. "Such fine features, beautiful as a girl's if you weren't such a macho, sexy stud. The day I first saw you I knew I wanted to fuck you, but I chose to toy with you for a while until you were craving it. And you are craving it, right doc?"

"You know I am mother fucker. I've never wanted anything so bad. Tell me what to do."

"Step back ... and get naked." Chad took a few steps back off the rug, then kicked off his loafers and dropped his slacks. He stood before Randy, naked as a muscled Greek statute. "Holy fucking shit," Randy groaned. "Man, I want that body. Turn round."

Chad obeyed and instinctively flexed is ass, knowing it was the focus of Randy's gaze. "Damn, I should tie you up and whip that ass before I slam my dick in it. But I'll leave that for another day. Turn and face me."

Randy pulled off his tank top and Chad gazed at the pornographic icon of a muscular bare-chested construction worker in work pants and boots with a tool belt slung round his narrow waist. There was only one thing to do – worship him – and Chad fell to his knees. Randy unbuckled his tool belt, took it off and slung it over his shoulder. He ripped open his pants and pulled out his massive cock, already hard as steel. "You know what to do, big guy."

Randy had told him often enough and Chad had fantasized about it, and now here at last was the real thing. He fell forward on his hands and slowly crawled on hands and knees across the floor, his gaze riveted on the long shaft he had craved so much. Randy crossed his arms across his chest and grinned with satisfaction as yet another man crawled to him, this one a Greek God, muscles rippling in his shoulders and back as he abased himself to the gypsy.

Finally Chad was on the carpet, his face inches from Randy's cock. "OK, doc, let the baptism begin." Chad opened his mouth wide, bent forward and the let the cock slide all the way down his throat. He had sucked Randy's cock before but this time it was just the prelude to getting fucked in the ass. And Randy became impatient as Chad's hot mouth roused him even more.

He pulled out and growled, "OK, been there done that. Time for the main attraction." He pressed his boot on the small of the kneeling man's back and forced him flat on the floor on his stomach. He hooked his boot under him and kicked him over on his back. Chad stared up at the shirtless construction boss stroking his cock, his tool belt hanging over his shoulder.

"Take a good look, stud. This is the sight you'll always remember when you and your man are making love on this rug in front of the fire. You'll think of that first day when you stared up at the big gypsy, waiting for him to shove his dick in your ass."

"Please, man, don't torture me like this. I'm begging you, fuck me ... I need to feel your cock inside me."

Randy threw down his tool belt and knelt on the rug between Chad's legs. He spat in his hand and massaged the doc's ass, pushing one and then two fingers inside. "It's a big cock, dude ... gotta loosen you up good." Then he curled his wet hand round his cock and lubed it with spit. He pushed Chad's legs back and at last pressed the head of his cock against his ass. His dark face broke into a smile as he said, "Take deep breaths, buddy, and look in my eyes. It'll only hurt for a minute."

Chad's heart was pounding as he suddenly felt the pain and the ecstasy of the boss's massive cock invading his ass. He yelled and Randy paused, but only for a second, before driving in all the way down his cute to the warm depths of his ass. In a trance Chad moaned incoherently, "No I can't ... the pain ... damn, so fucking big ... no don't stop ... it feels ... fuck, I fucking love it, man. Yeah, fuck me ... fuck my ass ...!"

The feeling was like nothing he could ever have imagined as he watched the powerful gypsy rise and fall over him, plunging in deep, pulling back, almost out, teasing him before driving in again like a pile driver. He had only ever been butt-fucked once before, by Bob, and that had been a tender caress of his ass. But now he felt the strength of the man that radiated through his powerful body then concentrated in his cock as it ramrodded in Chad's ass.

The pain had gone but the euphoria remained and deepened as he stared up at the man's ripped body and the dark, gypsy features, the stubbled jaw, shaggy black hair whipping round his face and always those hypnotic blue eyes piercing him like lasers.

"Damn you're hot, man," Randy shouted as sweat dripped off him down onto Chad's face. "I could ream that perfect ass all day. But I'll go easy on you, buddy, as this is your first time. This ain't the savage Randy fuck most guys get. Next time I'm gonna tie you to a tree and fuck your ass, then leave you there and come back when I'm horny and plough you again, over and over, until you know what it's really like to get hammered by the boss."

He was driving Chad wild – the ferocious words, the piston driving in his ass. He would have let Randy do anything – whip him, chain him, fuck him all night. He lost all sense of time and place, aware only of the exquisite sensation in his ass and the homoerotic sight of the wild gypsy staring down at him.

Chad's arms were sprawled above his head and he was only dimly aware of Randy leaning forward and clamping his hand over both wrists, pinning them together to the ground. His other hand wrapped round Chad's cock and stroked it – hard. "Fuck no, man," Chad pleaded, "you're gonna make me cum."

"Do it, man," Randy said. "Do it for me – that's an order."

Trapped by Randy's hand pinning both his wrists and overwhelmed by the erotic sensations that racked his body and filled his ass, Chad surrendered himself to the dominant gypsy.

He felt the pressure growing in his balls and racing up his cock as Randy simultaneously pounded Chad's cock in his fist and ramrodded his ass. His cock pulled back, paused, then plunged down into the depths of his ass, making Chad scream as his cock exploded in jets of semen that spurted over his heaving body in the most intense orgasm he had ever had.

His head fell back, his eyes closed, and adrenaline started to drain from his body. But then he heard the low voice say, "It ain't over till it's over, doc."

Chad looked up at the smiling blue eyes and moaned, "No more, man ... just cum in my ass ... I'm done, man." Randy kept up a rhythmic fuck of his ass but to Chad's surprise also kept stroking his cock. But after his orgasm the head of his cock was hyper-sensitive and when Randy's curled fist stroked it the sensation was unbearable. It was a form of torture that drove him wild, and his body writhed as he tried hopelessly to pull his hands free."

His head thrashed from side to side, then he raised his head and looked pleadingly at Randy. "No ... please ... I already came ... I can't take anymore ... aaagh ... it hurts so bad when you touch my cock ... it's on fire, you're torturing me, man. Please, I'm begging you ... take your hand off ... cum inside me ... I'll do anything ... I beg you ... aaagh!"

"That's what I wanted, doc, to watch a stud like you really beg. Turns me on ... makes me cum ... like this ... yeaaah!" Randy released Chad's cock, plunged his cock in his ass one last time and howled as it erupted deep inside him, pulsing as semen flooded Chad's ass.

A FULLY PAID-UP MEMBER

Tears were running down Chad's face, tears of relief and euphoria, as Randy pulled out of him, fell on the rug beside him and scooped him in his arms. Chad buried his face in Randy's neck and Randy stroked his head. "I know, dude, that last thing was heavy. After a guy has cum his cock is real sensitive and any touch sends him through the roof. But I really wanted to see that gorgeous face beg. You feeling OK?"

"Yeah, and lots of other things besides, stuff I've never felt before. Damn, you're incredible, Randy. I've heard that everyone is in love with you and I can see why. Was I ... was I OK?"

"You were terrific, doc, a great fuck. That was your final initiation and you are now a fully paid-up, card-carrying member of the tribe. I'm gonna do such a number on this house for you, `cos a man like you deserves the best. And like I said, this spot here you will always remember.

"I've been tough on you, doc, but later you can examine my leg and do whatever you need. In all things medical you are the boss – everything else, well that would be me."

Chad laughed and said, "You OK with this plan for me to go up the coast with Miguel, and Will and Finn."

"Yeah, Bob told me about that and I think it'll be great for all of you. Miguel and Zack have been real prickly with each other lately and need a break and you and Miguel are a great fit together. Finn needs some time away too. As for Will, I love that kid like he was my own boy and he's been working way too hard. So there's something you can do for me, doc."

"Just name it, Randy."

"Take good care of him, doc, and make sure he has a good time. He's a terrific kid, the twins' boy, and the twins are Bob's boys. We're like a small family within a family."

Chad nodded. "I'm fond of Will too, with that freckled face and solemn look behind his owl glasses, and he deserves a rest. Don't worry, dude, I'll look after him. I've a feeling we're gonna have a blast. And, er, when we get back, maybe you and me can try out all that other stuff you promised – the tree and all."

"You can count on it, doc," Randy grinned. "I ain't finished with you yet."

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 494

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