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Subject: “A Trial Of Strength” – Part 597 by Rob Williams A TRIAL OF STRENGTH � PART 597 by Rob Williams CHAPTER 597 � “BEN HAS TWO HEROES” IN THIS CHAPTER Young Ben has two heroes. He is the much-loved boy of the sexy fireman Jason, who’s been heroically fighting raging forest fires. Ben is also the kid brother of the macho gypsy Randy, who has heroically rescued Ben from a vicious biker in a brutal fight. But the heroes become rivals for Ben’s affection, and Ben takes on the task of restoring peace between the alpha men he idolizes. ___________________________________________________________________ IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER Young Ben had been on an emotional roller coaster � despair, relief, joy, fear, and back to relief. The construction company’s assistant mechanic, and kid brother of big boss Randy, Ben had been worried about the man he loved, the young blond fireman fighting the forest fires in Northern California. Then he was devastated when big brother Randy, in a fit of irrational blind rage, had fired Ben from his job. Ben had driven the more than a hundred miles to Palm Springs, to the comforting arms of Uncle Mike, the wise older man loved by the whole tribe. Mike’s lover Larry had offered him a job as his assistant mechanic in his motorcycle repair job, where Larry was overloaded with work and hounded by irate customers waiting for their bikes to be repaired. Then Ben was gripped by joy at the ecstatic news that Jason’s fire-fighting duties had ended and he was coming to join Ben at Uncle Mike’s house for two weeks of rest and recuperation. As for Randy, he had been roundly criticized for his irrational attack on Ben and had gone to stay with his therapist brother, Doc Steve. Nobody would tell him where Ben had run away to, until he overheard a conversation where Steve let slip the truth. Impulsively, macho gypsy Randy had sped to Palms Spring and gone straight to the bike workshop to find his little gypsy brother Ben. He arrived to find Ben in peril. Larry had gone off to deliver a customer’s bike, leaving Ben alone in the shop, when an angry biker, Vince, showed up to pick up his repaired bike. Vince was known as an arrogant hothead, handsome and muscular but feared by many. Seeing the sexy young gypsy he threatened to attack him sexually, just as Randy arrived. Fiercely protective of his kid brother Randy lunged at Vince and began a long, brutal knock-down-drag-out fight on the greasy floor of the workshop. Ben watched as the two evenly matched alpha males did battle. It was touch and go at first as first one man then the other had the advantage. But the bruised and battered Randy dug deep down to a final reserve of strength and caught Vince in an agonizing submission hold that had the biker begging for mercy. Randy tied his limp body face down on his own bike, as Ben watched and said, “Sir, don’t you think he’s had enough?” Randy cupped Ben’s chin in his hand. “Kiddo, this man insulted you, called you a greasy little gyppo, and he was gonna throw you over his bike and torture your ass. Now it’s his body sagging over it and he’s gonna get it. That’s what happens to a thug who attacks my boy.” When Randy broke a man he did it body and soul. The rugged biker was forced to look into the gypsy’s fierce, square-jawed face. “Look at me, Vince, and tell me what you want.” The broken man stared into the hypnotic blue eyes and heard his own voice groaning, “Fuck me, man. I wanna feel you’re dick in my ass.” Randy treated him to a savage fuck, and told Ben to fuck the biker’s mouth. “So Vince, you wanted us to spit roast my boy, and you got this instead � a `greasy little gyppo’ at one end and a greasy big gyppo at the other.” After Ben splashed cum all over the biker’s handsome grimacing face, Randy untied his prisoner, pinned him on his back on the oily floor and came in his ass. Vince shot his own load in a final humiliating act of submission. Randy buttoned up his jeans and cut Vince’s pants off him. “OK, try your bike now, dude. Vince had been stripped naked except for his boots, but he obeyed Randy and revved the engine. “Sounds good to me,” Randy grinned. “Off you go then. Good doing business with you, buddy.” “But … but I …” “Hey, you don’t have an option. Unless you wanna stick around for another few rounds of what I gave you before.” Vice flinched. “Fuck … fuck you man …” But Randy was right. He had no option but to ride bare-assed through town.” “So long, Vince. See you again, I’m sure … any time you wanna tangle.” Ben had shot video on his cellphone of the bound, degraded biker, and now got a final shot of the humiliated hunk, face and body smothered in grease and semen, riding away buck naked � except for his boots. As he rode off Larry’s truck pulled up. “What the fuck was that? Did I see what I just saw? Vince riding away butt naked? What the fuck’s been going on?” “Long story short, dude,” Randy grinned, “Vince came to pick up his bike and decided he wanted to work over our young gypsy boy. Unluckily for stud Vince I showed up and gave him a little demonstration of what happens to a guy who messes with my kid brother. Sorry, place is a bit of a mess, Larry, but I’d like to take Ben back to your house now.” “Er, sure, sure, Randy … I can lock up here and clean up later. Damn now I’ve seen everything.” “Thanks, Larry. Come on, kid, I’ll take you to Mike and, er, to Jason. My turn to face the music.” ========= CHAPTER 597 ========= TWO HEROES As Randy drove Ben back to Mike’s house he had mixed emotions. First, there was the euphoria he always felt after a ferocious fight where he had demolished a big tough guy like biker Vince � had humiliated him physically, mentally and sexually, forcing a sobbing submission out of him, begging for mercy. It was even more satisfying to know he had done all that to save and protect Ben, the kid brother he loved. But canceling out that sense of macho triumph was the painful knowledge that only days earlier, Randy himself had shocked and devastated that same little brother, with a wildly impulsive burst of rage where he had scared and insulted Ben and made him run away from home. The once-admired big boss had demeaned himself in the eyes of the men and boys of the tribe he led. In particular he had no doubt incurred the wrath of Mike, the man he looked up to as a father figure. Plus, he had antagonized Ben’s man Jason, who had been away up north, a real-life hero fighting hellish forest fires. Now Randy had to face both men. Sitting beside him Ben had no such conflicting emotions, only feelings of joy and satisfaction. He had been saddened by the rift that had opened up between him and the big brother he idolized. He had not understood why Randy had rejected him, nor how he could face him again. But Randy’s sudden appearance had changed all that with his savage demolition of the thug who was threatening him, rescuing him like the big, strong bother who had always protected him. To Ben, that spectacle had wiped away all his former doubts and fears and restored his faith in, and love for, his macho brother. As they drove the few miles home in his powerful truck Randy said haltingly. “Er, kiddo, all that firing nonsense. You, er, you do know it was nonsense, right?” “I wasn’t sure, sir. It was hard to believe, but you were so fierce and loud, and that’s why I ran away and came here. I’m going to stay here with Jason for two weeks and help him recover from fighting those fires, but after that … do you think I can get my job back, sir?” “Kid, you never lost it. No, I lost my mind, and when I shot my mouth off you happened to be in the line of fire. I feel so guilty about hurting you, and if I could take it all back …” Randy choked up and Ben pressed his hand on Randy’s resting between them. “But sir, back there in the workshop, that was my real brother, my hero, fighting off that thug and making him pay for hurting me. You were awesome, sir, and I loved you so much. So can we forget all that other stuff, and two weeks from now I’ll come back to town and everything will be the way it always was?” “Sure we can, kiddo. But I don’t think it’s gonna be that easy with Mike and Jason, nor with Bob when I go back. Thing is, I injured Jason’s boy and I know how I’d feel.” He smiled grimly. “Hell, I just showed you how I felt when that goon threatened you. Ben, you gotta take real good care of Jason. What he did in those fires sure makes my little tantrum seem real petty.” “Yes, sir, but like I said, the way you handled Vince made you my hero again.” Ben giggled. “So I guess I got two heroes in my life.” They had arrived at the gate of Mike’s and Larry’s house and Randy tensed. “OK, showtime. Facing Mike and Jason will be ten times harder than facing Vince.” Ben grinned, “‘Cos this time you can’t solve it with your fists, sir.” BEN’S STORY Inside, Mike and Jason were kicking back by the pool. They had been having a long casual chat, and Jason found it soothing and reassuring that, in spite of everything, the world keeps on turning, even if it seemed to be coming to an end in those hellish fires. Of course the two men had no inkling of what was happening at the workshop, or even that Randy had come out to the desert. So the sight that now met their eyes shocked them � a shirtless Randy, bruised and covered in oil and grease, with Ben next to him smiling proudly. The two men got to their feet and Jason clenched his fists. They didn’t need the bruises and the grease to tell them Randy had been in a fight. After beating a man to a pulp Randy always had a machismo glow about him, the testosterone-charged swagger of a warrior. “Randy,” Mike said, “what the fuck you doing here � as if I need to ask? You’ve obviously been in a fight, and it looks like you took quite a beating.” Randy grinned, “Yeah, Mike, but you should see the other guy.” “Ben,” Jason said in alarm, “are you OK?” Ben ran to him and threw his arms round him. “Never better, sir.” Jason looked over his shoulder and glared at Randy. “You’ve got your nerve showing up here after everything you did to my boy. How did you know he was here?” “No one told me, I overheard Steve …” “Yeah,” Mike growled, “well you should a’ called and asked me if you’d be welcome. “And you’d have said no, Mike.” “Where’s Larry, is he OK?” “He’s fine. We left him locking up the workshop. That sounds like him now.” Larry came in and felt the tension right away. Ben saw the men glaring at Randy, and he suddenly broke away from Jason and faced them all. He was shaking a little but took a deep breath and tried to copy the tough, determined look his big brother always had. “Sirs, please. Can I say something?” Jason, still tense, glanced at Mike who gave a small nod of approval. Mike was quick to size up a situation and realized that young Ben was about to come to the aid of his big brother. He saw in the gutsy young gypsy the same strength of will as his brother. “See,” Ben began, “I don’t want any more fighting because of me. I love everyone here and I want you all to get along. You don’t know what happened, so I’ll tell you.” Mike, Jason and Larry sat at the table, while Randy stood on the background and let Ben speak. “Uncle Mike, you remember before when you mentioned that biker Vince and said you didn’t like him at all. Well you were right, sir. While Larry was away in Indio delivering a bike, Vince showed up at the workshop to pick up his bike that I had worked on. When he started it up he said it was a mess and I hadn’t fixed it good. “I told him it was fine but he said I was calling him a liar. He said he’d take the bike as is, if I would suck his dick. When I refused he said he would tie me over his bike and fuck my ass. I was plenty scared, but just then my brother Randy showed up and heard Vince call me a greasy little gyppo. So of course there was a huge fight. “Vince is a tough customer … you know, tall, tough and strong as Randy. They were evenly matched, first one on top then the other, and they both got knocked around a lot. When Vince got Randy in a real painful full-nelson hold it looked like curtains for him. But you know Randy,” Ben grinned, “tough guy Çeşme Escort to beat. He powered out of the hold and got Vince in a double hammerlock � and I knew that was a submission hold, `cos Randy once told me that. “I tell ya. He really made Vince squeal and sob, begging for mercy. Randy told me to watch him suffer and I did better than that. I pulled out my cellphone and got it all on video. Randy near squeezed the life out of him and gave him a choice � either get his arms broken, or get his ass fucked. ‘Course, he chose the fuck, in fact he was begging Randy to shove his dick in his ass. I got that on video too” Ben was warming to his subject, boasting of the exploits of the brother he idolized. “Dudes, that was some sight, I tell ya … that big stud musclehunk thrown over his own bike, tied down at Randy’s mercy. Well, you know what a savage Randy fuck can be like, and he really hammered the guy. He wanted the thug spit-roasted so I got in front of him and shoved my dick down his throat. I came all over his face, and videoed that too. “But Randy hadn’t finished with him, you know how he can demolish a guy. He untied him threw him on his back on the floor and fucked him some more. But here’s the best part. You know how Randy can make anyone fall in love with him. Those blue eyes of his stared down at Vince and he was a goner. He was begging Randy to ream his ass and bust a load inside him, and guess what. Randy was pinning his arms down and Vince came, no hands, just staring in his eyes.” By now the men were grinning at Ben’s enthusiasm. “But wait, there’s more. Randy got a knife and cut Vince’s jeans clear off. He gave Vince no choice, either take another beating or ride off into the sunset … bareback, butt-naked … like Lady Godiva, freedom rider,” Ben chuckled. “Talk about humiliation eh?” Ben finally stopped talking, eyes shining with excitement. The sudden silence was broken by Larry, clapping slowly. It was picked up by Mike, and then Jason, as Ben beamed and took a bow. He went up to Randy grabbed his wrist and raised his arm high, like a prizefighter. Then Ben ran to Jason who stood up and hugged him. “Did I do OK, sir? You see why I don’t want you to fight Randy?” Jason kissed him, then broke free and went to Randy. “Dude, I had every intention of slugging you when I saw you, but after that story I’ll do what Ben wants … plus I don’t wanna end up riding a bike bareassed through downtown Palm Springs,” he grinned. Randy replied, “Jason, I don’t often say this to a guy, but I feel humbled to be with you. You are a true hero, fighting those fires, not me fighting some bully on a greasy workshop floor. Can I shake your hand, man?” They shook hands and Jason said. “Thank you, Randy, for rescuing my boy, our boy. Ben is really stoked.” “Yeah, dude, but that don’t excuse what I did to him back home. I was out of my mind and I gave the kid a really hard time, just when he was so depressed and worried about you. I’ll never forgive myself for that and I’ll find some way of apologizing to you properly later on.” That brief gush of mutual admiration was only a temporary thaw between them. A silence now descended on them, soon broken by Ben’s shout … “Here it is, guys.” They all gathered round Larry’s laptop that he had brought out of the house. Ben had loaded the fight video on it from his phone, and they stared in awe at the total annihilation of the muscled biker, with Randy going full-out caveman. Randy hung back, but soon Mike broke away from the group and came up to him. Randy was unusually bashful, not sure what to expect from the man he looked up to as a father, the man he had let down so badly. Mike looked at him expressionless. “Come indoors with me, boy, and let’s get you cleaned up.” THE FATHER RANDY NEVER HAD They sat in the bathroom and Mike dabbed at the bruises on Randy’s face with a wet cloth. “You took a lot of hits, boy, I knew that Vince was a tough fighter … he used to be a boxer. But I saw on Ben’s video what you did to him. He sure got the worst of it � bigger they are the harder they fall, uh? “And that final humiliation, that’s something I never saw before, where a tough alpha topman actually wants his rival to fuck him � craves it, begs for it, and busts his load without touching his dick. “I tell you something Randy, I got a hard-on watching that video of you pounding ass. I’ve always hated that guy, so fucking arrogant, thinks his own crap don’t stink. I’ve always wanted him to be brought down, but never dreamed it would be that far down. I have a lot of influence in this town and the guy is finished here. I’ll keep a copy of that video, and put the word out that I’ve got it. My guess is he’ll hightail it out of town � and good riddance. “Thank god you came along when you did, Randy. If he had done what he threatened to young Ben it would have wrecked him, and Jason too in the weakened state he’s in. We all have a lot to thank you for, boy.” In the ensuing silence, Randy said. “But …? I hear a but coming, Mike” “Well of course there’s a but coming, there always is with you. Randy you are one helluva man, a great leader, great lover, great protector of the boys. You built that construction company out of nothing, the tribe loves and respects you … until …” “Until I fuck up.” “And you always do, boy. It’s like I told Jason, it’s two opposite sides of the same coin. That strength and dominance almost guarantee that you’ll fuck up sometimes. On the one hand you defend the boys like a tiger, fuck like a caveman and work like a mule … you’re the rock holding up the tribe. But on the other side, you can’t control your outbursts of rage. “Ben’s a classic example. You lose your temper with him, for no reason, you fire him and he runs sobbing away from his job and his home. Then, out here, you come to his rescue and dazzle him with your strength and power, so he worships you like a hero. Which is what you are, until next time you become a pathetic bully throwing a temper tantrum.” “What you’re saying Mike is that what I just did for Ben out here in no way makes up for the way I hurt him.” “Oh, it does for Ben. He came out here hating you, and now you’re his hero again. You saw his shining eyes when he told that story. But it don’t for the rest of us, Randy. We can never forgive behavior like that, holding our breath waiting for the next trigger to set you off.” Randy looked chastened. “Everything you say is true Mike. I’ve promised my brother Doc Steve that I’ll go to him for regular shrink sessions. I don’t know what else I can do. Tell me, Mike. Tell me what I can do.” “Randy, so far we haven’t mentioned the man at the center of all this � that gorgeous lover of yours, Bob. Dude, you hit your lover across the face … you hit the man you say is more precious to you than your own life. I can only imagine what’s going through his mind right now. Don’t worry, I’m in constant contact with him, letting him know what’s going on, and as soon as you and I have finished here I’ll call and update him on the latest. “But here’s what I’ll say to you, boy. You are not a one-man band. You’ve got a whole bunch of loyal, capable guys backing you up, like Zack, Seth and Darius at work, the boys in the office and, course Bob, always Bob. So don’t take everything on your own shoulders, be ready to fall back on their support. “Oh, I know where it comes from. When you lived in Texas everything was on your shoulders � finding work, protecting those younger brothers of yours, waging their battles, fighting off the bullies. But times have changed, dude. You got guys you can hand off to, and Bob tells me Zack and the others have everything under control, it’s all running smooth as ever. “So, if you feel the tension building in you, take a break, even spend time up at your brother Steve’s place, like you did this time.” “Yeah,” Randy said, “Steve’s good in those shrink sessions, but the peace and quiet at that house in the hills was driving me nuts. Lloyd’s off at work, Steve’s seeing patients, and all I got is Tommy walking around and flashing that perfect ass at me.” “So choose your support, boy. You’ve got Steve for the professional therapy, Bob for the love and support at home, but you can use me too, you know. Treat me like your sponsor in a support group. When you feel you’re gonna blow, and especially when you’ve already lost your marbles and done something stupid, pick up the phone and call me. You’ve got my private cell number and I always answer that.” Randy looked at the wise, older man, the father he never had, and tears brimmed in his eyes. “Mike, I love you, man. I should have called you, come out to visit you, you’re always so good for me. And I say back at ya, buddy. If ever you need help, just call me and I’ll be out here like a shot. Like if you got some asshole biker like Vince giving you a hard time, I’m your boy. I’ll take care of him.” Mike’s weather-beaten face broke into a smile. “I know you would, boy, we got video to prove it.” “So what now, Mike? How should I handle it from here on?” “I keep thinking of Bob, Randy. You gotta confront him soon, but not by phone. That kinda stuff has to be face-to-face � but only after you’ve settled things out here with Jason. I know you, Randy, a verbal apology ain’t enough. You hurt Jason’s boy, and by your own rules you feel you gotta do some kind of penance. “But here’s my hunch. Take your cue from young Ben. Last thing he wants is for you two to fight over him. He loves you both, thinks of himself as the boy of both of you, in different ways, of course � one a lover the other a brother. I have a feeling the kid will tell you what he wants. “My advice is for you to spend today and tonight with us, and go back to Bob in the morning. Like I said, I’m gonna call Bob after I stop gabbing with you, and I’ll tell him what I’ve told you � I’ll reassure him that you’re not avoiding him, you stayed the night here at my suggestion.” Randy grinned. “Sounds like I’m already shrugging the weight off my shoulders, Mike, leaving the decisions to others. Feels pretty good, too.” “See?” Mike chuckled. “Always works. Unless, of course another mean musclehunk like Vince shows up. That’s your territory, boy. We’ll just stand back and leave it to you.” A COMPLEX SITUATION At Mike’s insistence Randy took a shower, then put on clean cargo shorts Mike offered him, and went out barefoot and shirtless to join Jason, Ben and Larry by the pool. Mike brought out beers and a plateful of tapas left over from yesterday’s lunch. Sitting between Jason and Randy, Ben had a smile of pure joy on his young gypsy face. After the despair and fears of the last few days he was reunited with his two heroes, facing two weeks of bliss with Jason, coupled with the satisfaction of working at a job he loved with his pal Larry. While Ben chatted with Larry about the bikes still to repair, Mike talked to Randy and Jason, watching carefully for signs of residual strain between the two men. Ben loved them both, and both men looked on Ben as their boy, competing heroes, a situation Mike felt could spell trouble. For most of his life Randy had fiercely protected his little brothers � it was bred in the bone � so now it was natural that he made sure Ben was treated well by Jason. But Jason was his own man and sometimes felt that the big gypsy was supervising their relationship. The mere fact that Randy, rather than Jason, had rescued Ben from the brutal biker made Jason uneasy, as it enhanced Ben’s image of Randy as his hero. Though, at the same time, Jason felt enormously grateful to Randy for saving his boy. A complex situation, Mike mused as he paid careful attention to their body language and tone of voice. But Mike also had a strong feeling that Ben was aware of the possible tension between his two men. Ben was a bright boy who had long been a keen observer of the many friendships and conflicts in the men and boys of the tribe, so he must surely be aware, even if only subconsciously, of the potential for conflict now, Mike thought. Certainly the boy wanted his current state of bliss to continue, and he was Çeşme Escort Bayan determined to keep the peace. But he knew Randy well, and was fully aware of his creed that if a man hurts another man’s boy he must get punished. So this had to apply to Randy himself, didn’t it? But Ben would never allow them to come to blows and he instinctively acted to prevent that. Ben thought of where he had been happiest and, without being quite sure what he was doing, he asked Jason, “Sir, could we show Randy the little cottage Uncle Mike has lent us while we’re staying here? He supervised some of the construction after all. Would that be OK, Uncle Mike?” Mike beamed. “Kiddo, you don’t have to ask me that, the place is yours while you’re here. But I think it’s a great idea for Randy to feel the vibes of the place he helped build.” Jason caught Mike’s encouraging look and said, “Sure thing kiddo. Let’s go.” As they left Mike said quietly to Ben, “Hey Ben. You love `em both, so see what you can do for those two.” “Okey dokey, sir,” Ben said brightly. “I’ll do my best.” COMPETING HEROES The two men, barefoot and shirtless in shorts, followed Ben prancing, almost skipping ahead of them across the grounds to the small house shaded by trees. The men walked a few feet apart, not sure how they should interact, leaving Ben to keep up a non-stop happy banter. He proudly led them into the living room, showing it off as if he owned it. To break the silence between them Jason said stiffly, “You did a great job in here, Randy.” “Thanks,” Randy replied without making eye contact. When Ben led them into the bedroom he noticed Randy tense as he looked at the bed where Ben and Jason had slept and made love. Randy glanced at Jason, then looked away quickly. Ben’s happiness was diminished by the uneasy atmosphere in the room and he plucked up his courage to say what he had been vaguely rehearsing in his mind. He frowned and took a deep breath. “Sirs, is it OK if I say something? See, I’m feeling real happy right now, but … but I don’t think you are happy, and I know why. It’s about me. But sirs, like I said before, I don’t want you fighting or quarreling over me. I … I love you both, you’re my heroes, and I want you to love each other too. “I know all that stuff about when a man hurts another man’s boy he has to get punished. But Randy, you always say that once he’s been punished it’s over … water under the bridge, you call it. Well I want all this to be water under the bridge too, sir. “Oh, and one other thing. A few times when I’ve fucked up I’ve been punished by one or other of you. But even when you did it, I never stopped loving you. In fact I … I kinda loved you even more `cos I knew you were doing it for me.” Ben suddenly blushed deeply and his voice cracked. He stood before them, shifting uneasily from foot to foot, afraid he had said too much. There were tears in the eyes of both men, and Jason reacted first. He walked over to Ben and wrapped his arms round him. “Ben, thank you for saying that � we needed to hear it. We’ll do our best to be worthy of you.” He released Ben and walked over to Randy. “How about it, dude. Better do what the boy says.” Jason reached forward, rested his hands on Randy’s shoulder, leaned forward and kissed him hard on the lips. And Randy reciprocated. When they pulled apart their eyes locked and Randy said, “I’m sorry I hurt you and your boy, Jason. I have to make amends in the way I know best.” Randy fell to his knees before Jason, unlaced his boardshorts and let them fall to the ground. Jason’s semi-hard cock swung before him and Randy scooped it in his mouth. It was hard in seconds as Jason stared down at the ruggedly handsome gypsy, mouth wrapped round his cock, shaggy dark hair falling over his face as it moved back and forth, his shoulders flexing as he reached forward and held onto Jason’s hips. All three men in the room understood that this was Randy doing penance, a topman on his knees servicing the man he had wronged. Ben’s eyes sparkled as he watched one of his heroes, his big brother, debasing himself on his knees to his other hero, his fireman lover. The swarthy gypsy sucked the fireman’s cock harder and deeper before finally pulling back and groaning, “I submit to you, man.” “Then get up, get naked, on the bed.” Randy obeyed, dropped his cargo shorts, threw himself on his back on the bed, stretched his arms up and grabbed the corner posts. Jason picked up off the ground two discarded old T-shirts and tossed them to Ben. “You know what to do kiddo.” Ben quickly and expertly tied Randy’s wrists to the bedposts (having been taught by Randy himself) and stood back to let Jason take over. Jason smiled ruefully at the naked construction boss tied to the bed. “Sorry about this dude, but you know it has to happen.” Jason knelt on the bed and spat on his cock. He pushed Randy’s legs back … and drove his rod in his ass. Randy winced only slightly as the fireman’s cock pierced him, and Jason stared down at the unflinching blue eyes. Ben watched with mixed feelings … excitement, of course, watching his big macho brother get his ass ploughed by the handsome young fireman, but some anxiety too that one of them might get hurt. Mostly he felt relief that this was the ritual that would put an end to the painful story. As Jason fucked harder and deeper, Randy stared up at the muscular young stud and growled, “Damn you’re beautiful. Fuck me, dude, pound that ass, I deserve it.” Jason’s ripped body had a sheen of sweat as the action intensified and his rod pistoned in and out of the gypsy’s ass. Ben stared in awe at the spectacle of the man who had recently demolished a thug in a brutal fight, then hammered his ass and made him beg for mercy. Now, that same triumphant alpha stud was himself tied down, his face still bruised, and getting his own ass pounded in an act of surrender to the man he had wronged. Jason too flashed back on the video of Randy and Ben spit roasting the brutalized Vince. After jackhammering the gypsy’s ass he said, “Hey, Ben, time to really turn the tables on this guy. Untie him, kiddo.” Again Ben obeyed and Jason pulled out of Randy’s ass and stood on the bed, towering over the naked construction boss. He hooked his foot under Randy’s chest and flipped him over on his stomach. “Up on your hands a knees, big guy.” Randy obediently knelt on all fours, across the bed. Jason stood on the floor behind him, grabbed is hips and yanked him back on his cock that speared his ass again. “OK, boy, remember what you did to Vince?” Ben hesitated for a moment until he saw Randy’s stubbled jaw sag open. He stood on the floor on the opposite side of the bed and looked across at Jason. Just as Randy had done to Vince, Jason reached froward, grabbed a fistful of Randy’s long black hair and yanked his head back. His jaw sagged open again and Ben slid his cock down his throat. Ben felt a sense of euphoria, taking part in the last act of this searing drama that had started with pain and suffering and was now coming full circle, with him and Jason spit-roasting Ben’s muscular brother in the penance he needed to purge his demons and bring peace at last. By now, after long minutes of pounding the sexy gypsy, Jason was approaching his climax. Ben was so turned on by the act of fucking his macho brother’s face and watching the handsome, ripped fireman pound his ass, that he too had to shoot his load. “Sir, I gotta cum … can I cum, sir?” “Ya hear that Randy? You’re kid brother’s gonna pump his load down your throat and I’m gonna fill your ass. It’s called penance, dude, the humiliation of getting spit-roasted by your own kid brother and his man.” Jason smiled at Ben across the muscled body. “You ready, Ben? Let’s do it, kid. Let’s fill him up … here it comes kiddo … yeah … yeahhh!” Ben watched the fireman’s ripped body flex as he howled and pumped jizz in Randy’s ass, and the boy lost his load deep in his brother throat.” Panting hard, they pulled out and Jason rolled Randy on his back. His cock rose up long and thick and Jason grinned, “See that kid? You wanna do the honors?” Ben knelt by the bed, leaned down and took his brother’s cock in his mouth. On the opposite side of the bed Jason knelt, leaned forward and smiled, “Randy, you are one hot sexy son-of-a-bitch. He clamped his mouth over Randy’s in a grinding kiss as their tongues searched deep inside and they shared the same heaving breath. Randy gave a muffled groan into the gag of Jason’s lips and his cock erupted in the mouth of the little brother he loved. Ben gulped down his brother’s cum, and after it had drained Randy lay back and flashed a gleaming smile. “And that, guys, is what you call water under the bridge.” CONTAGIOUS LAUGHTER Ben fell on the bed beside Randy and laughed that silvery laugh that both men knew and loved, his beaming smile so contagious it ended up on their faces too. Jason lay on the other side of Ben as he continued to laugh joyfully. “How do you shut him up, dude?” Randy asked. “Only one way to do that.” Jason pressed his lips against the side of Ben’s mouth, and Randy did the same on the other side. Ben sputtered under the weight of both men, but when they pulled away the laughter began again. Finally Ben paused for breath, his eyes sparkling. Jason asked Randy, “You’re not gonna run right back to L.A. are you, buddy?” “Not till tomorrow morning. Mike persuaded me to stay the night, then drive back and talk to Bob. That’s gonna be a toughie � I haven’t spoken to him since I left our house to stay at Steve’s place. But Mike says he’s been in touch with him all the time, letting him know what’s going on. He said I should confront Bob face to face rather than on the phone. So tonight I’ll be staying in Mike’s guestroom. “On your own, dude? You should bunk in here with us. The bed’s big enough, god knows. Everything’s king-size in any house you design.” “Even the men,” Ben chuckled. “Watch your lip, kid,” Randy said. “Looks like you’re gonna be sleeping with two tough guys tonight. You OK with that?” “Yes please, sir.” “And you gonna stop all that laughing?” “Can’t guarantee that, sir. I feel so happy.” It was that same laughter that Mike and Larry heard as they sat by the pool drinking cocktails, and Mike smiled, “Sounds like good news. I had a feeling young Ben could work one of his gypsy spells on those two alpha studs. It’s the best medicine for Jason too after four weeks in wildfire hell.” “So you think this whole sorry story has a happy ending, Mike?” “As far as those three in the guesthouse are concerned. I’d say Randy and Jason now share a love and respect they never really did before. But the last hurdle for Randy is the toughest … making everything right with Bob. You know, Larry, after each one of these rage eruptions with Randy I wonder how many more times Bob can forgive him. “The love those two have for each other is so deep and passionate I can’t really see them splitting up … they’re joined at the hip. But this ritual of injury, apology, penance and forgiveness is repeated time after time. It’s the classic pattern of the battered spouse syndrome. Bob’s a gorgeous man, could have anyone, but still he puts up with Randy’s caveman behavior.” Larry said, “Don’t you think that’s part of the attraction, Mike? I mean, the caveman on a rampage is hard to take, but the caveman in bed can be thrilling. I know that most of the guys in the tribe are attracted to that � Randy’s dominance, the forceful way he fucks and makes love.” “Oh sure, I agree, Larry. It’s like I’ve been saying all along, it’s two sides of the same coin, one exciting, the other exasperating. The gypsy’s strength and dominance are great as a leader and a lover, but he’s so intense it’s almost a given that he’ll blow his top sometimes and start swinging his fists � the bad side of the coin. “But you’re right Larry, would we want him any other way? It’s probably why Randy and Bob are such a great fit. Randy has great strength but so does Bob in his own quiet way. It’s a match of opposites � rugged West Texas and classy Marin County. And when, all those Escort Çeşme years ago and against all odds, these men from opposite sides of the tracks met in that unlikely scruffy bar, it was for keeps.” “Yeah, but you know what they say, Mike, making up is hard to do. Like you said, how many times can Bob take this before he has to break the cycle … whatever it takes?” They were interrupted by the triumphant trio returning, Ben talking nineteen to the dozen. He flung his arms round Mike. “Sir, ain’t it great? Randy’s staying the night with Jason and me?” While Larry busied himself serving drinks and snacks to the men, Mike talked quietly with the excited boy. “So it came out alight eh? How’d you do it, kiddo?” “Well, sir, I made a little speech � how I loved them both and wanted them to love each other. “`Course, we still had to do the punishment thing, but I told them punishment and love can go together � like fucking rough and making love go together sometimes. You know what a tough topman Randy is � well all he needed was to submit to Jason and take it up the ass. It ended up with Jason and me spit-roasting Randy, just like him and me spit-roasted Vince in my video.” Mike chuckled. “You sound like you got it all sewed up, kiddo. I’ll come to you for therapy next time Larry and me have a fight.” Ben laughed and called over to Larry. “Hey dude, how about you and me have a stab at making dinner tonight? My pal Will is a great chef and he’s taught me a thing or two. I often cook for Jason when we’re alone and I ain’t had no complaints yet.” “Sure, Ben. Mike and I don’t order in all the time, we often cook dinner together … makes us feel kinda domestic after all that leather biker stuff in the bar. So you’re on kiddo.” And that’s how the afternoon and evening went, mellow with relief that the drama was over and newfound love had triumphed. Dinner was a success, and that night Ben slept blissfully between his heroes in a tangle of muscular limbs. He was, as Mike put it indelicately when he reported to Bob … `happy as a pig in shit’.” “SO LONG, FELLAS Next morning after Randy disentangled himself from the bed, it was obvious his thoughts were shifting to a new focus. And that focus, naturally, was Bob. He wolfed down his breakfast and Mike grinned, “Raring to hit the road, eh boy? I put your jeans and T-shirt through the washing machine so you wouldn’t show up at Bob’s looking like the grease-covered prize-fighter you did yesterday. Not much I can do about the bruises though � can’t wash them away. But I guess Bob’s used to seeing you bruised and battered, eh?” “I guess so, Mike. Just hope he don’t throw me out this time.” “Randy, get over yourself. That gorgeous man will never throw you out, you know that by now. But I won’t go into all that again. I’ve spent way too much time analyzing you two inside and out. Now it’s time for you to simply face the music. Just be yourself, dude � minus the fisticuffs. It’s you he loves, warts and all. Oh, he’ll be cold to you at first, has to be. On the surface anyway. But inside, the mere sight of you will light his fire as it always does.” “Thanks Mike. I kinda wish you could be there.” “Nah,” Mike laughed. “You’re a big boy, you gotta handle this yourself.” Randy went inside and put on the clean jeans and T-shirt. When he came out he hugged Jason and kissed Ben. “Love you guys. Have yourselves a great vacation out here. And Ben, Pablo will be real stoked that you’re coming back. Says you’re an ace mechanic, finest assistant he could ever have.” Randy hugged Larry. “Thanks for being so good to my little brother, dude, and take good care of your old man here. He’s real precious to me. And If you have any more trouble with Vince or any other biker thugs, just give me a holler and I’ll be right out.” “I will, sir, only next time I’m gonna film the whole thing. Great thing to whack off to on those lonely evenings when Mike’s at the bar.” Randy grinned at Mike. “As for you, man, I … I love you dude, you know that.” He wrapped his arms round Mike in a long, tight hug. There were still tears in his eyes when he said, “So long fellas … have fun,” and strode away to his truck. As he drove away he felt a warm glow as his memory wandered over his new friendship with Jason … Larry’s cheerful affection for Ben and love for Mike … the deep love Randy himself shared with Mike … and above all, the silvery laughter of his kid brother Ben, who had traded his despair for the joy of being loved and protected by his two heroes. As the miles sped by Randy’s thoughts shifted from what he was leaving behind, to what awaited him at his destination. He was longing to see Bob again, but nervous and unsure about the reception he would get. Mike had told him to be himself, but he wasn’t even sure what that was � just a mess of conflicting selves and fiery passions. Normally when confused, he would go to Bob for help. But now his confusion centered on Bob, the man who was his whole life. BOB & RANDY � FACE TO FACE In what the tribe had dubbed `The Boss House’ at the compound, Bob was, as usual, working at his desk in his bedroom. Deep in the financial statistics of the Construction Company expansion he had stifled his concerns about the return of his lover. Will had brought him a tray of coffee and sandwiches and he had squeezed the boy’s arm with murmured thanks as Will quietly left. It was sometime later that there was another knock at the door … but nobody came in. Bob assumed it was Will again, or one of the shy boys from the office. Maybe they had questions, in the absence of the office manager Brandon who was on a short vacation at the Grady House with his lover Pete. These thoughts ambled vaguely through his mind as he worked. As no one appeared he called out “come in”, and continued working. A few seconds later he glanced up from his laptop … and saw Randy. For one absurd moment he looked like a nervous schoolboy who’d been sent to the headmaster’s office for discipline. Bob stood up � and cursed himself for feeling his cock get hard as he looked at the macho gypsy. “Randy, you’re home.” An awkward silence. “Er, how are Ben and Jason doing … and Mike and Larry?” “They’re fine. Everything’s fine out there.” “And … and you? Ben sent Will his video and we watched it. Come here.” Randy walked haltingly toward him and Bob reached up to his face and brushed his fingers lightly over the bruises. “Do they hurt? Are you hurt?” “Nah, nothing broken. You know me, I bounce back fast after a fight.” “Randy, Mike gave me the whole story and I have to thank you for what you did to protect your brother. Seems this thug … Vince or whatever … was quite the fighter, an ex-boxer.” Randy shrugged. “Yeah but nothing I couldn’t handle. Me and Ben ended up tying him to his own bike and spit roasting him. I sent him off on his bike butt naked. Quite a sight riding through downtown Palm Springs, like Lady Godiva, Ben said.” He grinned, with a hint of pride. There followed another uneasy silence as neither man knew where to take this next. They stood staring at each other, each with a major erections in his pants. When the silence grew too heavy Randy, as always, followed his impulses. He suddenly wrapped his hand round Bob’s head and pulled him into a churning kiss. After a few seconds Bob pulled away and protested, “Randy, you can’t make everything right with a kiss.” He instantly regretted his words. “Dammit, man, I wasn’t trying to kiss everything away.” He raised his voice. “I kissed you because I love you, I’ve missed you, and I’ve got a roaring hardon in my fucking pants just looking at you. Dammit, there I go shouting again, losing my temper … I’ve fucked up again like I always do. I’m no good for you, dude, I …” Bob silenced him with another kiss, this one passionate, lips grinding against each other, tongues probing deep. When at last they separated Bob said, “I’m sorry I said that, Randy. I didn’t mean it … I guess I’m nervous.” “That makes two of us, buddy.” Bob picked up the phone. “Will, would you bring more coffee and sandwiches … and a second cup, please?” “Right away sir. I have them right here.” Bob shut off the phone and managed a tense smile. “Sit down Randy, please.” He lightly kissed the bruises on Randy’s face. “Maybe I can kiss those away at least.” Randy sat down at the small table and grinned, “Ben told me that’s what his mom always said when he was a child … kiss it better.” “Is he really happy, Randy?” “As a clam at high tide, dude. Me and Jason slept with him last night, he loved it. He calls us his heroes. And you know what? That Jason is a really neat guy. I always worried he wasn’t treating Ben right, but now I know him better I see how much he and Ben love each other. And man, what he’s been doing up north in those fires! That takes guts � a real hero.” A tap at the door and Will came in with another tray. “Here we are. Welcome home, sir, everybody’s missed you a whole lot.” Randy grinned and ruffled Will’s red hair. “Thanks for saying that, Red. Means a lot.” Will made another discreet exit. Bob poured Randy’s coffee and said, “Glad to hear that the story of Ben and Jason has a happy ending. So now for the situation down here. I can tell you that the construction sites are all running smoothly, thanks to Zack, Seth and Darius. “Also, I spoke to Doc Steve. Naturally, he didn’t tell me what you both covered in therapy, that’s confidential doctor/patient stuff, of course. But he did like the way things are going and said you were on track for regular therapy sessions, especially whenever the going gets rough. “So I guess you could say that in general the dust has settled and we have a way forward.” Randy reach forward and squeezed Bob’s hand. “But what about us, dude, you and me. Bob, I hit you again. How many times have I said I’d never do that again? And yet … I got so mad I hit you, buddy. I’m afraid next time I’ll piss you off so bad you’ll walk out on me. That would kill me.” “So, we have to make sure it doesn’t happen, Randy,” Bob said calmly. “Or at least, if the threat looms we know how to handle it. I’ve been thinking about that. It might sound kinda weird, but I started to compare your rages with you having rough sex. They’re a bit alike, you know. “You know how when you get into bondage and rough sex with guys, you always insist on a safe word. So if passions and lusts get out of control, and one of you loses control and goes over the limit, the one tied up just has to say the safe word and it triggers something, stops the action cold, no matter how wound up you are.” “You thinking of a bondage scene right now, dude? Me and my boner would go for that.” “Down, tiger. No, I was just thinking that if ever you go over the top with me, like you did the other day when all this started, I could yell a word when you raise your hand and it would stop you dead in your tracks. “Hmm, maybe so. And I suppose you’ve already come up with a word.” “Kind of. You remember the motel where we met? That’s where our passion first peaked, you got angry, tied me up and roughed me up, but you stopped short of injuring me, and you released me and let me leave. I came back, of course, couldn’t stay away. If the word reminded you of that, it could jolt you back to reality. The word I was thinking of is … Room-Fourteen. Randy smiled, “Yeah maybe … worth a try. But buddy, what about right now? I gotta find a way of apologizing for what I did to you. You know me, I gotta pay my debts. What can I do? Help me, dude.” Bob smiled. “Maybe it’s not so much what you can do as what I can do. After all, we’ve both got roaring hard-ons, don’t we?” Randy grinned. “And we wouldn’t even need a safe word.” TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength” � Chapter 598 Hey guys, this is Rob Williams. I hope that chapter turned you on, and I welcome your comments and suggestions, which can be very helpful in planning future chapters. E-mail me in confidence at rw6789@aol. ALSO, I invite you to visit my own Web-site gth. You can read the whole story, with extras including pictures and biographies of all the characters. AND DON’T FORGET � IF YOU ENJOY THESE STORIES, PLEASE DONATE to this site. Nifty needs your donations to provide these thousands of wonderful stories. So please go to fty/donate.html and donate what you can. All the other writers and I thank you.

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