A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 580 by Rob Williams
Chapter 580 – "THE CAPTIVE COWBOY"
IN THIS CHAPTER:
The mechanic Pablo, and construction foreman Darius, are having a lovers' feud. In reckless road-rage they ride their motorbikes in a speed contest, endangering their boys Tyler & Ryan clinging on behind them. The big bosses, Randy & Zack, get set to punish them, but young Tyler & Ryan beg for mercy for their men. They even offer to take the punishment for them. Will the bosses agree? ______________________________________________________________________
<><> IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER <><>
It was quite a scene at Uncle Mike's leather/biker bar in Palm Springs.
Cowboy Charlie and his boys Noah and Vic had stopped over for a day or two on their way to the Arizona rodeo, and Mike had taken them to his bar, packed with bikers for the beer bust. But they were a bartender short, so Charlie had volunteered. And his star turn, a shirtless cowboy under the lights behind the bar, was a massive turn-on for the biker crowd.
After that Mike had taken Charlie and the guys out to the small house in the desert where the basement had been converted into a dungeon. Always eager to treat the guys to a fantasy, Charlie had submitted himself to be chained as a captive of two leathermen – Pablo and Darius, two senior boys of the tribe. They willingly played their part in the interrogation fantasy, resulting in a massive group orgasm.
Afterwards Mike said, "Fucking awesome, cowboy. Let's hear it for the star of the show, guys." To wild cheers Charlie raised his cowboy hat and swept it down in a low bow, like a major star ... which of course he was. He shared the acclaim with Darius and Pablo, and his boys Vic and Noah. They too bowed, along with young Eddie who had filmed the whole spectacle.
Eddie could not control his excitement. "I got it all on video, guys, one for the ages. Man, wait till the other guys see this, it's gonna be played over and over again, with all the slo-mo and freeze-frames for multiple jack offs."
However joyful the scene was now, things had not been so festive at the start of the day when Darius and Pablo had first arrived from L.A. on their motorbikes, with their boys Ryan and Tyler riding pillion behind them.
As Mike had earlier explained to Charlie, "Pablo and Darius are fighting again – some dispute at work. See, they both have senior positions on the construction site – Pablo as chief mechanic and Darius as Randy's foreman – so they're always competitive. Pablo prides himself on being Randy's adopted son, `the Boss's Boy', and gets jealous if Randy gives Darius too much attention ... blah, blah, blah, something like that. It ain't the first time.
"It gets boss Randy real mad so I invited Darius and Pablo out here with their boys, cos those kids get real upset when their men are fighting. Course It's all bullshit. They're both alpha guys, flexing their muscles to impress their boys, or Randy, or who knows what, and who really cares.
When Pablo and Darius arrived it was clear their feud was still on. When Mike heard they had been racing competitively at high speed, weaving in and out of heavy traffic on the freeway, he hit the roof.
"Are you fucking insane? With your boys sitting behind you? No wonder they looked scared when they walked in here. You could have fucking killed yourselves and them. I suppose this race was part of your feud to see who's the toughest and the fastest? OK, let's get something straight. While you're in my house I will not allow you to carry on your bullshit lovers' tiff. You're gonna make love not war."
The older man's wisdom and air of authority could bend even the most obstinate of men to his will and he forced them to make love, not war. And however fiery their anger, it could not long stifle the lust and love the two jocks always felt for each other just below the surface. So it wasn't much of a stretch for them to end their rivalry in favor of a hot, steamy fuck.
After that they apologized to the boys for recklessly putting them in danger and there the matter rested, and everyone's attention turned to Mike's bar and the adventure in the desert dungeon.
When all that was over Mike said. "I, for one, need to get back to the real world and its creature comforts. We'll order dinner in, and tomorrow we'll relax and enjoy our last day together. The day after that, Eddie and Vic and Noah will be off to the Phoenix rodeo. And Pablo and Darius will drive their boys back to L.A., where they'll answer to their bosses Randy and Zack."
As he and everyone else knew, Randy was hugely protective of the boys of the tribe, and putting any of them in danger was the worst sin in his eyes. So he would be plenty mad, but Mike grinned, "Still you guys are tough ... you'll weather the storm."
========= CHAPTER 580 =========
<><> GOODBY TO UNCLE MIKE <><>
As Mike had predicted, dinner that evening was a festive affair, after which the exhausted group paired off to their bedrooms – Charlie with his boys Noah and Vic – Pablo and his boy Tyler – Darius and Ryan – and Mike, of course, in the master bedroom with his boy Larry.
Eddie, always in a hyper state of excitement jazzed from room to room until he finally settled down in his own guestroom and worked on editing the dramatic footage he had taken of Charlie in the desert dungeon.
The remainder of their visit provided the rest and relaxation they needed after the exertions of their first day – the rage of Pablo and Darius, then Charlie's star turns as bartender and then as a fantasy captive at the mercy of bikers.
The next morning they were all to embark on the next stage of their journey. Charlie, Vic, Noah and Eddie would set off on the four-hour-plus drive to Phoenix for the rodeo and Eddie's long-anticipated photo shoot.
Darius and Pablo were to drive their boys back home to L.A., but not on the motorcycles they had ridden here. Randy had forbidden that because of that hair-raising freeway race that had put themselves and their boys in danger. Instead they were to load the bikes in the back of a truck that Mike had lent then.
Pablo considered that a humiliation, though it was probably chicken feed compared with facing the wrath of their men Randy and Zack when they returned. So Darius was to drive.
Next morning was a scene of bustling activity and effusive thanks to their hosts Mike and Larry. Charlie's group left first, and Mike said. "Dude, it has been a real pleasure to meet and spend time with you. I'm hugely impressed with your success as a rodeo star, but even more for what you are doing for these kids. All that, plus you are one smokin' hot cowboy. Take care of yourself in Arizona, and especially take care of your great kids."
Mike turned to Eddie. "As for you, you young rascal, I'm so proud of your success, on your movie and now with this photoshoot. Don't go and fuck it all up with your craziness. When you get excited you're liable to offer all those hot cowboys blowjobs. Dammit, I sound like your dad, don't I? But having given you your first job as a lowly bar-back I feel like you're dad."
"Or my granddad, sir," Eddie grinned cheekily.
"See what I mean?" Mike said. "That mouth's gonna get you in trouble, kid. Charlie, don't hesitate to put a gag in his mouth."
Eddie barged in again. "No better gag than a cock, sir ... I should know."
"Kid, get the fuck outa here before I shove my own dick down your throat."
"Mmm, yummy."
"Come on, kids," Charlie laughed, get in the truck. Mike, Larry, in a few weeks I'll be driving from Vegas to San Diego via L.A., so I'll be sure to stop by here on my way – maybe even do another shift as bartender, eh?"
In a gale of laughter and cheers Charlie's truck drove off with three excited boys on their way to their next big adventure.
<><> TYLER & RYAN HAVE A PLAN <><>
Mike turned his attention to Pablo and Darius. "OK, now for you two. Of course you know that Randy and Zack are gonna be plenty mad about the reckless way you rode out here. The big guys feel responsible not only for you but for your boys. Any neglect of boys, especially young kids like Tyler and Ryan, is like a red flag to a bull for Randy. And Randy as a raging bull ain't a pretty sight
"The only advice I can give you is, keep your cool. You especially, Pablo, as you take after your dad and his sudden rages. You're both likely to fly off the handle. I know you already feel humiliated by being forced to drive back in a borrowed truck, but that's just the start of it. Apologize to him and take your punishment like a man. That goes for you too, Darius, though I know your relationship with Zack is less explosive."
"Thanks for the advice, sir," Pablo said contritely. "And thanks to you and Larry for giving us a grand time out here."
"Same goes for me, Mike," Darius said, his ebony features lit with a warm smile. You calmed us down real good when we got here raving at each other, and after that it was fun all the way."
"As for you two," Mike smiled at Tyler and Ryan. "I used to call you the shy boy and the Thai boy, but not anymore. You've grown up real fast thanks to your men here. The saying is that a man must protect his boy, but I like to think that it's more like mutual protection. Man and boy take care of each other, you know what I mean, kids?"
"Yes, sir," Tyler said. "And we do, sir," Ryan added, "in lots of ways."
"Good. I know Larry here takes good care of me, when bikers get drunk and hostile in the bar. And more than once he's stopped me making a fool of myself, eh kid?"
"Someone has to do it, sir," Larry grinned. "And there's one sure way of taking care of my man."
Mike laughed. "There we go again – everything comes down to sex. You guys better shove off before you get pulled into a big ol' orgy."
And so, with Mike's words of wisdom ringing in their ears, the two men and their boys climbed into the truck, the bikes stowed on the flatbed behind, and hit the road. As if to make silent amends for their dangerous freeway speeds on the way out here, Darius now drove steadily, in the middle lane, making the drive a bit longer than the usual two hours.
At first the talk in the truck was mostly about Charlie – his role as a sexy Texan cowboy bartender and then the homoerotic fantasy of the captive cowboy in the desert dungeon. But after a while, Darius and Pablo in the front seat lapsed into shop talk about what kind of mess they would find when they got back to the construction sites, they had left so abruptly.
The boys in the back seat were quieter as they thought about their tasks ahead of them. They had already talked this through with Vic and Noah during yesterday's restful kickback day by Mike's pool. And they found those boys to be very helpful in the discussion.
Since becoming Charlie's boys, the formerly shy Noah and Vic had become much more self-assured. Before that, they had seldom given their opinions, but it was not for lack of opinions or intelligence. It was timidity that held them back from speaking up. But Charlie changed all that.
Charlie encouraged them to tell him what they thought, and he listened carefully and weighed their opinions. They had realized that they did, in fact, have useful stuff to contribute to a conversation. That was the case when Tyler and Ryan had mentioned their current problem, which they couldn't share with Pablo and Darius because it was about them.
After a long discussion Vic and Noah had mostly agreed with the remedy their pals had come up with, and that gave Ryan and Tyler confidence. Now, as they sat behind their men, they felt even more confident about what they had to do, a confidence that had been bolstered by Uncle Mike's last words about men and boys taking care of each other. It was a two-way street ... and they felt sure they knew the way.
When at last they arrived at the compound Darius said, "Hey, kids, Pablo and me wanna go straight to work to deal with any problems that have come up there, `cos we left in such a hurry. Won't be long, a quick check-in with the crew. Help us unload our gear and the bikes, will ya?"
It wasn't long before the bikes were safely stowed in the garage, and the boys were carrying the bags inside as the truck took off. They went up to their second floor apartments and found them deserted – everyone else was at work, though Tyler was a bit surprised not to see his buddy Finn gardening as he usually was.
Ryan said, "I better check in with my boss Brandon, `cos he's been real shorthanded, with Vic, Noah and me all missing."
When they went into the office they found Brandon, along with Finn and Nate who had both offered to help out. Brandon smiled, "Ryan, Tyler, you're back, great to see you. You have a good time at Uncle Mike's?"
"We had a great time, sir. Er do you need me to start work right away?"
"Well, we've sure missed you, with Vic and Noah away too. But Nate and Finn here have gallantly put their shoulders to the wheel."
"Too right, mate," Nate said in his Aussie drawl, "and our fingers to the keyboard too – kind of. But we're both techno-klutzes and we might have messed up your computers a bit, mate."
Ryan smiled, "No problem, Nate. Won't take me long to figure it out."
But he and Tyler hesitated and Brandon guessed they had something else on their minds. "Er, there's no real hurry, Ryan if you want time to get settled back in. Where are Darius and Pablo?"
"They went straight to work, needed to check on everything, probably see Randy and Zack too."
"Not at the work-site they won't. Matter of fact they're over at the Boss House in a meeting with Bob – about a new construction project we're starting, with Zack in charge." The boys shifted their feet uneasily. "Er, did you wanna see them? You probably should let them know you're back safely, I know they were concerned about you."
"Yes, sir," Tyler blurted out, "that's what we wanted to talk to them about. But if they're busy ..."
"Oh," Brandon smiled, "they've been at it a while, and probably ready for a break. Tell you what, I'll call and tell them you're on your way. And I'll ask Will to take up a tray of coffee for them. How's that sound? And don't worry, t
<><> THE PUNISHMENT PLAN <><>
Brandon was right. Bob had been filling Randy's and Zack's heads so full of figures it was a relief to hear a knock at the door. "Ah," Bob said, "that'll be Will with coffee – time for a break, guys. Come in!"
But it wasn't Will. The door opened slowly and Tyler and Ryan came in nervously. "Hey guys, Bob smiled, "what a nice surprise. So you're back safe and sound. Have a good time?"
"Yes thank you, sir," they said in unison. Ryan added, "But we're sorry to interrupt your meeting."
"Nah," Randy smiled, "it's great to see you kids. We've been worried about you. Come on in. Will's on his way with coffee. Ah, talk of the devil ..." The door pushed open again and Will came in with a big tray. Tyler and Ryan ran to help him set it all out on the low coffee table.
"I put two extra cups on the tray," Will said, "for the boys."
Randy ruffled his red hair. "Hey Red, how come you know everything that goes on in this house before it happens?"
"Sir," Will said, "you should know by now that we chefs know everything. We may be tucked away in the kitchen but we keep our ear to the ground." He grinned playfully. "Actually it's simpler than that. Brandon phoned me and told me the boys were here." As the boys helped him Will said, "Welcome home, guys. We were concerned about you."
"So everyone's been saying, Will," Tyler said, then blushed. "But there's no need. We've been just fine."
Emboldened by Tyler's words, Ryan said to Zack. "Sir, that's kinda what we wanted to talk to you and Randy about."
Will said, "I gotta get back to help the twins with lunch," and he left. Bob said, "That sounds like my cue too. If you kids want a private word with Randy and Zack, I'll leave you in peace."
"No, stay, buddy," Randy said. "You can hear whatever we say here."
Bob looked at the boys. "Would you like me to stay, guys?"
"Yes please, sir," they said with unmistakable relief in their voices. Bob was always a kind, moderating presence, never let things get out of hand. So they all sat round the coffee table and Bob said. "OK, kids, I'll pour while you talk."
Suddenly, as the three bosses looked at them, they were tongue-tied, so Randy helped out. He said gently, "Is it about your men, Pablo and Darius? I guess you wanna complain about the way they treated you riding to the desert – putting you in danger."
Suddenly they found their tongues – speaking in turn – emphatically. "No, sir," Tyler said, "It's the opposite. Pablo and Darius treat us great." Ryan added, "We love and respect them sir, but we think we've got them in trouble."
"See," Tyler continued, "Everyone keeps saying they were worried about us, as if Darius and Pablo were some kind of villains. But they're not, sir, and we weren't in trouble. Sure, we were a bit nervous on the bikes, but that's only `cos it was our first time. Uncle Mike yelled at them and said they put us in danger, but that's not true. Afterward they told us they were sorry, but that wasn't necessary."
And now," Ryan said, "everyone says you're gonna punish them and ... and we're asking you not to, please sirs. They did nothing wrong and it's us who's got them in trouble. So we're the ones should be punished."
They suddenly ran out of things to say, and blushed. Bob looked from Randy to Zack, wondering how they would handle this one. Zack went first, speaking gently. "Ryan, your man Darius is my boy and it's for me to decide if he's behaved badly and deserves punishment. That goes for Randy and Pablo too."
"We know that, sir ... we know we shouldn't even be saying all this. And we know our men should be protecting us ..."
Tyler took over. "But Uncle Mike said even though everyone says a man must protect his boy, he thinks it's more than that. He called it, er ...."
"Mutual protection," Ryan prompted.
"Yeah, that's it. Like, a man and his boy should take care of each other. Uncle Mike said he and Larry always do that."
Randy smiled, "And that's what you two are doing now for your guys ... protecting them?"
"Trying to, sir, `cos we love them."
Randy turned his face away and Bob could see tears brimming in his eyes.. There was a momentary silence, then Randy said, "Kids, it's a great thing you're doing here, standing up for your men. It's what our tribe is all about, looking out for each other.
"But there's another issue here. Darius and Pablo had been having a feud, and as I understand it they were still mad at each other when y'all got to Mike's place. And they both admitted to Mike that they had been racing each other on the freeway, at high speed, weaving in and out of traffic. It was a competition, road rage ... and an extremely dangerous thing to do, especially with inexperienced boys like you clinging onto them."
Zack added, "So you see, kids, you're not getting them in trouble ... they did that all on their own. They let their rage at each other take over. Even without you it would have been reckless and we would have punished them. So we want you to believe, boys, that you are not at fault in any way, OK?"
"Yes, sir," they said meekly.
"So," Randy smiled, "what we have here is what's called a dilemma. Zack and me have to punish our guys for acting the way they did. And you, being good loyal boys, want to protect them from that. That just about sums it up, don't you think, Bob?"
"Sure looks like that from where I'm sitting," Bob shrugged, intrigued to see how Randy would handle this `dilemma'. And Randy didn't want to mess it up, knowing Bob was watching him.
"Er, do you kids know how we usually punish our boys when they mess up like this?"
"Yes, sir," Tyler frowned. "You're gonna fuck then hard in front of the tribe. But please, sir, that's what we want to avoid."
Randy rubbed his stubbled chin. "Well, if we can't do that, seems to me there's only one option. You ever heard of a whipping boy?"
"No, sir."
"Tell them, Bob, you know all about that stuff."
Bob didn't like where this was going, but he said, "Well, boys, in olden times a whipping boy was a kid raised alongside a prince. If the prince did something wrong he couldn't be punished `cos he was royal, so his friend, the whipping boy, was punished instead while the prince had to watch. Seeing his pal get punished would be painful for the prince too, and it would teach him a lesson. But Randy, I don't think ..."
Randy cut him off. "So, kids, how do you feel about taking your guys' punishment for them?"
"Yes please, sir," they both said eagerly.
Bob was about to object but Randy persisted. "`Course, if Zack and me fucked you it wouldn't be the kinda brutal fuck we'd give your men. It would be what I call a boy-fuck. Tyler, I only fucked you once before when you first came here, like I do all the new guys. And Ryan, I don't think you've ever been butt-fucked by Zack, that right Zack?"
"That's right, buddy. Not that I haven't wanted to – gorgeous Thai boy like Ryan. But he's Darius's boy and I didn't wanna muscle in on that. But seeing as how Darius put his own boy in danger, he's forfeited his right to that consideration. Still, it all depends on Ryan. How would you feel about offering your ass to me, kiddo?"
"Yes please, sir," Ryan said excitedly. "When I've seen you make love to Darius I often wondered ..." He trailed off, blushing deeply.
"How about you Tyler?" Randy asked. "Remember my rule that no boy is ever forced to do anything sexual he don't want."
"But I do want it, sir. I want to do it for Pablo, and because ..." Tyler blushed and smiled, a smile that put Bob at ease. Bob realized that Randy had hit on the perfect solution. Pablo and Darius could have withstood any physical punishment, but the sight of their men fucking their boys would be humiliating and degrading for them. As for the boys, they seemed eager for sex with the two rugged construction bosses.
Bob exchanged a warm glance with Randy who, more than anything, needed Bob's agreement and praise. But Bob still had one concern. "Er, is all this gonna be in public?"
They saw the boys flinch and Randy said, "Ah, no need for that, eh Zack?"
"Nah, we don't want to make a five-act drama of this. Best do it right away, when the guys come in ... right here if that's OK with Bob."
Bob smiled. "I think that covers all bases. And boys, if you change your minds or have any problems, I'll be here all the time, in the background. I suggest you go and wait in the guest room next door while these guys sort out Darius and Pablo when they come in. Take the tray with you – still some coffee and sandwiches left." They did as he suggested, and left smiling at each other.
Bob grinned, "Well I think you two nailed that one pretty good."
"Yeah," Randy said, but what about those kids, eh, protecting their men? It took some guts to come in here and ask us not to punish the guys they loved. Fucking awesome."
"Yeah," Bob said, "so just make sure you don't hurt them."
Randy flashed him his `dagger look'. "Are you fucking telling me how to treat our boys ...?"
"Oops." Bob ginned at Zack. "Walked right into that one, didn't I. Lucky it wasn't a fist."
"That can be arranged," Randy growled, then reached over and kissed his lover.
<><> RANDY & ZACK RULE <><>
It wasn't long before Darius and Pablo got back to the compound. It had been a quick checkup of the work-site as they wanted to get back and face the music – get it over with. They went straight to the Boss House, and took a deep breath at the door of the master bedroom. "Here we go, dude," Darius murmured.
They knocked and heard Randy's deep voice bark. "Yeah?" Inside they found Randy and Zack standing shoulder to shoulder, arms folded across their chests, with Bob sitting quietly in the background. Their boys stood facing them, bracing themselves for the onslaught they knew was coming.
Randy spoke first. "Pablo, I'm just wondering if you would have that defiant look in your eyes if you were facing us now after wrecking your bike on the freeway and injuring your boy ... or worse. No talking your way out of that one."
There was no answer to that, and Zack spoke next. "Darius, I always trusted you, boy. When you first took on that sweet Thai kid Ryan as your boy, I trusted you to take as much care of him as I always took care of you. You let me down, and I'm ashamed of you. Have you anything to say to me?"
"Only that I'm ashamed of myself, sir. When I look at Ryan now, with that trusting hero-worship look in his beautiful eyes, I go cold inside. I behaved horribly, sir, and I deserve the punishment that's coming to me."
"Ah, punishment," Randy snarled, "so we've come to that already. Pablo, you know what your punishment would have been if you'd injured young Tyler through reckless driving? You'd have your ass thrown in jail where it would have been gang fucked by guys inside who hate neglect of youngsters. And I would be cheering them on. So what should Zack and me do to you now?"
Still trying to tough this out, less contrite than Darius, Pablo said, "Ream our asses, sir?"
"Oh sure," Randy sneered, "you'd like that wouldn't you? You fucking love my dick up your ass. But it ain't gonna happen. In fact Zack and me are not gonna punish you at all, and you know why? Because your own boys already came to us and begged us not to."
"They what ...?"
"Yeah," Zack said, "those same kids you didn't care about on the highway, came in here and told us they were fine, but they were afraid they'd got you in trouble. The kids whose lives you risked, told us they loved and respected you so much they wanted to protect you, and plucked up the courage to plead for mercy for you. I hope that makes you feel like a fucking worm, boy."
"But you assholes are not off the hook," Randy said. "Far from it. Matter of fact the boys are waiting in the next room, `cos we came up with another solution." He went to the door, threw it open and yelled, "Hey, kids, get your butts in here."
Ryan and Tyler came in and glanced nervously at their men. "Yeah," Randy continued, "here are the boys you didn't give a shit about, but they apparently do give a shit about you, so much that they offered to save your asses by taking your punishment for you."
Pablo clenched his fists and took a step forward. "No fucking way, man, that ain't gonna happen."
"Shut your mouth, boy, did I give you permission to speak?"
"No, sir," Pablo said meekly and stepped back.
Zack said, "Randy and me agreed. Instead of pounding your sorry asses, we'll fuck your boys ... while you watch ... all of it, every wince, every groan, knowing you caused it. Hell, you didn't care about them on the freeway, why should you care about them now? They'll be a damn sight safer with us than they were with you."
"And the best part," Randy said, "is that your own punishment will be ten times worse than getting you own asses ploughed – watching your own boys suffer in your place.
Pablo lost it. "No, this ain't gonna fucking happen even if I have to fight you off. He stepped forward, fists clenched, but as he threw a punch Randy stretched out his arm, caught the fist in him palm and shoved his boy so hard he staggered back and slumped in a chair.
"Don't move, Darius," Zack said, then helped Randy. It was a plain wooden chair with arms that had twisted T-shirts tied to them. The two men quickly tied Pablo's wrists to the arms and he struggled hopelessly to get free. Darius sat in an adjacent chair and did not resist as Zack tied his wrists the same as Pablo's.
The men stood back and surveyed their prisoners. "So much for the men," Randy growled. "Now for their boys ..."
<><> TENDERNESS & TORMENT <><>
Randy's harsh tone softened as he spoke to the boys. "You kids still ready to go through with this?"
"Yes, sir," they said confidently. They glanced over at Bob who was watching calmly and gave them a quick thumbs up. The boys knew he could put a stop to this with one word if it started to get out of hand.
"OK," Randy said, "drop your shorts." They obeyed. "Turn to your men and get down on hands and knees." They did so and hung their heads, avoiding eye contact with their men.
But Zack and Randy made fierce eye contact with them as they unzipped their pants and pulled out their huge cocks. They knelt on the floor – Zack behind Ryan, Randy behind Tyler – and Bob came up unobtrusively and put a jar of lube on the floor beside them.
The men lubed their stiff dicks, a rare move for them but they knew Bob wanted to make sure the boys were not hurt in any way.
They grabbed the boys' hips to hold them steady and slowly, gently, eased their long, thick shafts inside them. Bob watched the boys' body language carefully and could see no signs of pain or fear. On the contrary, he saw them relax and accept the `punishment' willingly.
It was a far cry from the treatment Pablo and Darius would have received – a brutal thrust deep inside them, followed by the rods pistoning inside them to exact maximum pain.
Tyler and Ryan glanced up at Bob with a look more of euphoria than pain. Bob knew that Tyler had loved the one time he had been fucked by boss Randy – as the whole tribe did – and the same now applied to Ryan. He had never been fucked by the powerful black construction boss, but had always been turned on watching Zack make love to Darius, so Bob had no fears for him either.
Satisfied, he returned to his seat to watch, but then something happened that surprised him. As the cocks sank deeper inside them, the boys began moaning and wincing as if in pain. Bob was sure they were putting on a show, as they were not totally convincing – but convincing enough to fool Pablo and Darius who pulled harder at their restraints.
Randy and Zack reacted by adopting angry looks, their muscles flexing as if preparing for a major onslaught. Bob was impressed by the boys' instinct to fake distress. They probably felt that if they made it look like real punishment, the pain it would cause Pablo and Darius would satisfy Randy and Zack.
And so they ramped up their act, with loud groans, their bodies tensing as if to withstand the pain of the shafts driving deep inside them. In truth, they were loving the sensation, with no fear now that the men would lose control and hurt them. Bob would never let that happen.
And it worked. Pablo and Darius were really struggling, feeling a mental agony far worse than any physical pain, as they watched the ferocious gypsy and black musclehunk work on their boys' asses. But the two reacted differently. Pablo, predictably, was belligerent, yelling. "No, stop ... fuck you, man ... leave them alone ... I'll fucking kill you ..."
Darius said out of the side of his mouth, "Shut the fuck up, dude, you're making it worse." Darius sat stoically, watching the boy he loved get butt-fuck by the man he loved and respected. And he, Darius, was responsible for his boy's pain. That thought sent tears running down his cheeks as the punishment continued.
Their anguish and frustration clouded their judgement and they never once suspected that the reactions of both men and boys were exaggerated for dramatic effect, especially when Randy grinned, "Come on, man, let `em have it. They asked for it, let's give it to them."
"Right there with you, stud," Zack said, with a wicked grin on his chiseled ebony features. Both men pulled off their shirts and the prisoners were forced to watch their powerful bodies flex as they pulled back and drove their thick rods deep inside the young boys. Their exaggerated savagery was matched by the boys' anguished cries and shuddering bodies kneeling helplessly on all fours. The torment and humiliation of the bound men was complete.
Zack sensed what Ryan really wanted and said to Randy, "Hey, dude, let's flip `em over." They pulled out and Randy commanded, "On your backs, boys."
Willing to obey, and longing to watch the men's faces, the boys scrambled over on their backs side by side, staring up at the stubbled gypsy with shaggy black hair, and the squared-jawed black stud with shaved head. The men leaned forward and pinned the boys wrists to the floor. Randy said, "OK, now you're really gonna get it."
But his fierce growl was not matched by the tender look in his pale blue eyes that could seduce any man. The boys saw it, but their lowered faces were not visible to the two prisoners, whose anguish and frustration grew, hearing Randy's harsh threat. They pushed the boys' legs back and eased their cocks inside them again. The boys groaned – but they were in heaven, watching the bosses' muscular bodies rise and fall above them, their cocks filling their asses.
At last Pablo and Darius realized that their boys, their loyal boys, were actually enjoying being topped by the men, adding another layer of suffering to their already tortured minds. It seemed that their boys, who had volunteered to be punished, had now been seduced by the men and fallen under their sexual spell. Had they been replaced in the boys' affection by the charismatic leaders of the tribe?
Zack looked down at Ryan. "You feel real good, kiddo, that hot juicy ass. Feel good to you."
"Very good, sir ... wonderful. Fuck me, sir ... make me cum ... please."
Tyler too was gazing lustfully into Randy's hypnotic blue eyes, completely under his spell. Randy released one of his hands and smiled, "Let me see you jack off, kiddo, while I load my jizz in your ass. Can you do that?"
"Yes please, sir. I love you, sir."
That was the worst moment of all for Pablo who howled in the torment of watching his boy be seduced by the powerful gypsy, Pablo's dad, while he sat helpless and ignored.
Ryan too was lost in the new experience of lust for Zack, while Darius was forced to watch his own boy submit to the man he himself loved. Ryan too had one free hand now and was stroking his cock while Zack picked up the pace and fucked deeper.
The climax was bliss for the boys and purgatory for their men. Pablo and Darius knew the ecstasy the boys were feeling – they had felt it so often before when making love to their men. But they were sidelined now, forced to watch as the bosses fucked harder, the boys pounded their cocks and Randy said, "You ready, guys? You ready to shoot your juice for us while we unload in those sweet asses?"
"Yes please, sir," they said in unison. Randy locked eyes with Tyler, Zack with Ryan, their breathing got ragged, heartbeats racing until ... "Aaagh!" This was real now, no more pretending as their howls echoed round the room and creamy juice spurted from their cocks and splashed on their writhing bodies.
And then, at long last, the two big bosses gave one last thrust and poured hot jizz deep inside the adoring boys. Drained of emotion, the tortured captives watched in abject humiliation, their punishment complete.
<><> RECONCILIATION <><>
If Randy had taken the lead in the punishment, Bob now took charge of the reconciliation. He came up to the boys and helped them to their feet.
"Well done, boys. But I would like you to do something else for me, and especially for your men. You see, you and Randy and Zack all had orgasms, but Pablo and Darius have not. I know you want to take care of them, so do you think you can help them with that?"
Tyler and Ryan smiled at Bob, then at each other. "We would love to, sir," Ryan said, knowing just what Bob meant. Tyler knelt in front of Pablo, Ryan before Darius, who were still tied to the chairs, and they pulled open their jeans. It was no real surprise that their dicks were hard, having watched the erotic spectacle of the men they admired fuck the boys they loved. It had, oddly, been both mentally painful and sexually stimulating.
The boys leaned forward and lowered their mouths over the cocks. Ryan didn't even choke on Darius's ten-inches, having sucked it many times before. (He had also taken special lessons from Eddie, an expert at sucking oversized cocks.)
For the bound men there was something erotic being unable to touch their boys as they worked on their cocks. Such was their overload of whirling emotions that the relief of orgasm came quickly and they uttered loud moans as they filled their boys' mouths with their juice.
"Well done everyone, good job," Bob said, sounding like a sports team coach. He had prompted this final act to reestablish the balance of top and bottom – a boy sucking his master's cock. It served to lessen the men's prior humiliation and bring men and boys closer together.
"Now untie them," Bob said. Still on their knees, the boys did so simply by pulling at the escape knots Randy always insisted on. Darius and Pablo stood up, pulled their boys to their feet and folded them in a long, tight embrace, the boys' cheeks pressing against their man's neck.
"Excellent," Bob said. "You all know Randy has a rule that when a boy misbehaves, he apologizes, he's punished and that's the end of it. But this case was about more than punishment. It's about strained relationships, man-to-man and man-to-boy. So now comes reconciliation. And I suggest that you, Pablo and Darius, spend the rest of the day with you boys, making love and rediscovering that trust and respect essential to every couple.
"I will ask the twins to bring you lunch in your apartment, all four of you together, and you can let happiness back into your lives after all the bruised feelings. I think you're all ready for that."
"Thank you, sir," they all said. Pablo looked into Randy's eyes and they shook hands. Darius smiled at Zack who pulled him into a tight man-hug.
They left the room, much happier than when they had nervously arrived. Randy and Zack bumped fists, looking smug. Then Randy smiled at Bob. "And you, sir, put the cream on the cake at the end. As you would say, dude, `well done ... good job."
Bob said, "I think the congratulations should be directed at Tyler and Ryan for wanting to save their men from punishment. What they did, facing up to us three, was brave and totally unselfish. It's a tribute to how they've been taught here, putting the love of their men before anything else, even themselves. We could all take a leaf from that playbook.
Bob picked up his phone and called the twins. "Guys, I'd like you to do me a favor. Darius, Pablo and their boys are back together over at their apartment, and I'd like for them to have a private lunch together there. So I was wondering ..."
"Say no more, sir," Kyle said, "we'll get right on it and take lunch to them ourselves, while Will works on the group lunches. Glad to hear things went well there, sir."
"Better than we expected, and there were a few surprises. I'll fill you guys in later. Thanks for doing this, you two are the best."
He turned off the phone. "Good, that's settled. OK, guys, back to work on the new project. I still have a lot of figures to run by you."
Randy groaned at Zack and rolled his eyes. "Talk about punishment ..."
Zack grinned, "I'd rather be stretched on a rack."
"Hmm, now there's a thought, big guy.
Bob frowned, "Shut up, you two, and pay attention."
<><> TWO CORNERS OF HEAVEN <><>
Across the garden in their separate second-floor apartments, Pablo and Tyler showered together, with Tyler lovingly soaping down Pablo's body, one of his favorite things. Next door Darius and Ryan had also showered and were still drying off when Pablo and Tyler came in.
The boys were eager to please their men, to turn their backs on the recent drama and get back into the traditional boy roles they preferred. So they poured beers for the men and set the dining table for lunch.
Soon the twins came in with steaming trays and Kevin said, "Lunch is served, guys, and congratulations on resolving the previous ... unpleasantness."
"Dude," Darius laughed, "you sure are Bob's boys, using the same kind of classy language he does to downplay all the rough stuff. And this grub looks terrific as ever guys. You're the best."
"That's just what Bob called us," Kyle grinned. "Bon appetit, gentlemen."
At lunch, by unspoken consent, the conversation avoided the past and focused on the immediate future. The men asked the boys about their jobs, making sure they were happy in their work, and talked of career plans for the future.
As Bob had planned, it was a gentle easing back into the loving relationships the men had enjoyed with their boys before all the trouble knocked them off balance. At the same time the formerly hostile Darius and Pablo reaffirmed their years-long friendship, realizing that their fight had just been a lover's spat that had spiraled dangerously out of control.
At the end of the meal the boys loaded the trays with dirty dishes and took them back down to the kitchen to save work for the chefs. While they were gone the men stood up, grinned at each other and hugged. "That was the easy part, dude," Darius said. "You and me, we've had plenty of fights in the past ..."
"Tell me about it Pablo said with his crooked grin. But we've always bounced back." He chuckled, "Hell, where am I gonna find a cock like yours or you find a butt like mine? They always find each other like homing devices. But the kids, that's another matter. We really dropped the ball there, dude."
We sure did, kiddo, but what they did afterwards, standing up for us, was awesome. We owe them big time. Dunno about you, buddy," Darius said, "but when Ryan gets his butt back in here I'm gonna take him to bed."
"You read my mind, Darius."
So when the boys returned they were whisked off to their bedrooms where their men made tender love to them. And that ... more than all the previous plans and reconciliation devices ... that single act swept all the problems away and restored the bond between man and boy.
As Tyler lay in his arms Pablo said, "So kiddo, we got the whole afternoon ahead of us. So listen, have you ever hiked round the lake in Franklin Canyon Park near Beverly Hills?"
"No sir."
"Dude, it's gorgeous, a reservoir and lush trees and bushes. Like being in the country – you'd never know you were in a city. Would you like to do that? And we can talk about anything or nothing, solve the problems of the world. What d'ya think?"
"Yes please, sir, I'd love that."
And so, an hour later, there they were in the bright California sunshine, walking together round the lake, man and boy solving the problems of the world. Tyler felt he was in a lush, leafy corner of heaven.
Meanwhile, Ryan had a different take on what to do. After making love to Darius, Ryan lay with him and said, "Sir, while I was away with you in the desert Vic and Noah were away from the office too, so Brandon asked Nate and Finn to pitch in and help him. They did what they could but I took a quick look when we came home and saw they had messed up some of the computer programs – the kind of stuff that gets worse if you don't correct it.
Darius smiled, "So you wanna go stop the bleeding uh?"
"Would you mind, sir? Not much fun for you."
Darius insisted and a while later they went into the office to find Brandon working alone. "Hey, guys, what are you doing here? You have the day off, Ryan, shouldn't you be splashing in the pool or dozing under a tree?"
"Sir, when I looked in here a while ago I saw that the computers were kind of messed up."
Brandon sighed. "You can say that again, Ryan. Those guys did their best, bless their hearts, but that's what I'm wrestling with now."
"Sir, you know I can do that ten times faster than you."
Darius smiled, "And I'd like to stay and watch my boy work his magic if that's OK, dude?"
Brandon chuckled. "You won't understand one thing he's doing. Most of the time I don't"
"Don't matter. It wasn't the magic' I'd stay for. It's the watch my boy' part."
"Go right ahead guys. But I warn you, Darius, you'll be bored silly in five minutes."
But for once Brandon was wrong. Darius watched as Ryan's fingers sped over the keyboard, a gentle smile on the boy's face lit by the screen. He kept up a running commentary of what he was doing and, although Darius didn't understand a word, he was enchanted by the boy's soft, eager voice.
And that's where Darius found his magic – gazing at the fine-boned Thai features, the concentration in the slanted brown eyes, and the musical lilt of his voice.
Brandon was fascinated by the rapt look on Darius's handsome ebony face. After a while Brandon slid a beer into Darius's hand, and after a quick smile of thanks Darius focused back on his boy. Mesmerized, Darius was in a different kind of heaven from Pablo's lake ... but heaven it was, there was no doubt about that.
<><> JAMIE'S DILEMMA <><>
They lost track of time until they were surprised by an interruption – Jamie came into the office. He had obviously come straight from the beach, still wearing red boardshorts and a loose tank, with sand in his tangled blond hair. He slumped in a chair, looking thoughtful.
"OK, guys," Brandon said, "that's our cue to take a break. Beer, coffee anyone?"
"Dude, I'm sorry to barge in like this and interrupt your work ..."
"... but you have something you wanna get off your chest, am I right?" Brandon chuckled.
"Well ... I dunno, Brandon. I mean yeah, I do, but I'm not sure what. See I was down at Malibu with the director of Grady's lifeguard movie – just us two going over some preliminary plans for a difficult upcoming scene. The director likes to discuss the blocking actually at the location. It's a complicated fight scene between two rival surfing groups that Grady breaks up, so we'll have a lot of surfing extras.
"While we walked back and forth on the beach I kind noticed a kid sitting a distance away – thought he must've been a lone surfer or something. Anyway we did some good work and when the director was called away I decided to take a walk to run over a few ideas in my mind.
The kid had disappeared but when I came over a dune I saw him again and stopped to chat. He's just turned eighteen and was at the beach alone – like, living there. He's homeless."
"Pour guy," Brandon said.
"He's Hispanic, but his English ain't bad. The hell of it is, he's undocumented. He seemed to trust me enough to tell me that. He's an immigrant from Honduras and he crossed the border illegally and made his way all alone up to L.A. He loves the beach so he's ... kinda living there."
"Wow, quite a mess," Darius said. "Ain't he afraid the cops will question him and turn him in to Immigration?"
"All the time. I gave him some cash and left him there, but he said he'd be there again tomorrow, he's always at the beach."
"What's his name?" Brandon asked.
"I don't know, dude, we didn't even get that far. I can't get the poor kid out of my mind ... but I don't know what I can do."
"Jamie," Brandon said, "complicated stuff like that, you gotta talk to Mark. As a cop, he knows all about homeless guys and undocumented folks."
"Yeah, you're right Brandon. But Mark is a cop, like you say. He's very by-the-book. Don't know how he'll react."
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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 581
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