Trial Of Strength (Book 13)

"THE COP - CAPTOR & CAPTIVE"

Young Felipe has a self-esteem crisis. His man, macho blond muscle-cop Mark, restores his confidence in an erotic scene where the boy’s fears turn to lust as he finds himself helpless at the mercy of the uniformed cop. But the tables are turned on the cop by the savage gypsy Randy. “That’s what turns me on, officer – a captive shirtless muscle-cop, handcuffed, broken and humiliated.”

<><>    Mario & Grady – A Friendly Joust    <><>

The second day of the tribe’s big Grady House party, hosted by action-movie star Grady and his Italian lover Mario, had gotten off to a sleepy start, as men and boys straggled groggily from the house into the garden where a buffet breakfast had already been set up. 

And as usual, Grady was watching avidly and gossiping with his boy Brian.  “You know what’s really great, kiddo?” Grady said.  “Watching the guys pair off last night and seeing whether the same couples emerge together next morning.

There were not many surprises on that score, even after a lot of room hopping during the night.  The big event this morning had been young Eddie’s showing of a homoerotic video he had shot some time ago where the tribe’s leaders, tied together, had reasserted their love for each other.

It had been rapturously received by the audience of lusty men and boys, and whatever followed was something of an anti-climax.  Eddie was still bathing in the glow of congratulations from all sides, while Mario made the rounds thanking all concerned, and the chefs brought out more food, as breakfast eased into brunch

Grady and Brian were on the sidelines again, surveying the scene, as Mario walked up and pretended to chastise them.  “Do you two have nothing else to do except gossip about your friends, like two nosey old ladies?”

“Sir,” Brian protested, “I have been buzzing around here taking care of our guests, shuttling food in and out of the kitchen. Only when I get a break do I come back to Grady and Gossip Central.”

Mario smiled and kissed his head.  “I know, bambino, and I apologize.  You have been working very hard, we couldn’t have done this without you.  Do you forgive me?”

Brian laughed merrily.  “Of course, sir – because I love you.”

Mario kissed him again, then frowned and turned to Grady.  “So you ... what’s your excuse?”

Grady attempted a hurt expression.  “May I remind you, you heartless Italian, that this time next week I will be back at work on my new movie – pre-dawn makeup calls, nonstop action in the water, take after take after take, long hours until I’m ready to drop.  It’s lucky you’re so gorgeous or I would ... I would never kiss you again.  So there.”

“And if that happened, amico, I would never fuck you again.”

“No, no,” Grady said in genuine alarm.

“Calm down, amico.  OK, maybe I will, if you promise to be a good boy.”  Mario kissed him long and hard on the lips. 

“Good, now will you leave us alone, Mario?  We may be nosey old women to you, but this is serious work we’re doing here.  We gotta know what’s going on under our own roof – or in our own garden. “

“Bene, and I will leave you with this ...”  With a loud thud, Mario dropped a thick wad of bound pages on the table.  “Your script.  It’s time you did some work on it.”

“Ugh, I suppose you’re right.”  Grady smiled at Brian.  “Kiddo, will you run lines with me as you usually do?  Fortunately the movie has a ton of wordless action.  I wish I was one of those Conan-type heroes who communicates in growls and grunts. Those I could learn. Unfortunately, when Hunter’s not in the water, he can be very chatty, and there’s this love scene where he explains to the girl why it’s so hard for a lifeguard captain to go steady with a girl.”

“Why, sir, because he prefers to take it up the butt from a guy?”

 Mario sputtered with laughter as Grady said, “No, silly ... although I do, it’s true ... that’s why I keep Mario around.  No, it’s just that Hunter ... oh you’ll see when we run the scene, kiddo.  With you playing my girlfriend – which is not far from the truth ‘cos you are my boy.”

“So get to work, girlfriend,” Mario smiled, and went back to the kitchen.

Grady pushed the script aside and said conspiratorially, “We’ll look at that later, kid, after we’ve surveyed the field.”  They resumed gossip positions.  “Huh, looks like we’re not the only ones with work on our minds.  Look at those three.”  Grady nodded over to where Jamie, Nate and Eddie were deep in conversation.”

“Yes, sir, I have been watching them.  They seem very excited about getting back to work on your movie.”

“But you’re frowning, kiddo.  Nothing wrong with work enthusiasm, is there?”

“Er, not in itself, sir ... except ... something concerns me that I can’t put my finger on.”

“Ah, that nose you have for trouble, kid.  I see it twitching.  But this time I hope you’re wrong.”

But Brian was rarely wrong – and unfortunately, he wasn’t wrong now.

<><>    The Masters Make Plans    <><>

The problem first manifested itself in the kitchen.  As always, at Mario’s insistence, the five chefs were working in shifts, to give them all plenty of time off to enjoy the party.  The twins had worked the early-early shift, preparing the breakfast buffet, and then handed off to Danny, Will and Felipe.  Now, in late morning, the twins returned and Danny said, “OK, Will and Felipe, your turn now.  Go and enjoy yourselves.”

Will romped out the door, eager to spend time with his man Seth.  But Felipe hesitated.  “What’s the problem, Felipe?” Danny asked.  “Go on, have fun.”

“Sir .. (Felipe still called everyone ‘sir’) ... I have so much fun in here I don’t mind working through my break.”

“Dude, Mario rightly doesn’t want us working in here round the clock, we have to take breaks.  May I remind you there’s a party going on outside.  You can hear the laughter from here.”

“I’d really rather stay here, sir ... please.”

“Well OK, Felipe, if you feel that strongly.”  Danny glanced over to the twins and frowned.  The twins, Kyle and Kevin, were Felipe’s boss in the kitchen at home, though Danny was head chef here at the Grady House and he now gave the twins a helpless shrug.  The twins looked at each other and made a decision in that wordless language they had perfected long ago. 

Kyle said, “Er, Danny, as you’re not short-handed, OK if we slip out again for a few minutes?”

“Sure, guys, take your time.”  They left the room and the kitchen resumed its well-oiled routine.

The twins looked around the various groups gathered in the garden and spotted Bob and Randy, still glowing from their visit to the Secret Garden where they had discovered that the essence of love was in the eyes, not the loins.  The twins approached and Kevin said, “May we join you for a few minutes, sirs?”

“Of course,” Bob smiled.  “Sit, have a glass of wine.”

Kyle said, ‘We only have a few minutes, sirs, ‘cos our kitchen break is officially over, but we thought you should know something that makes us uneasy. The twins took turns describing what had just happened with Felipe.  “It was almost as if he didn’t want to come out here,” Kevin said.  “Like he was hiding in the kitchen, if that makes any sense.”

“It doesn’t make sense, guys, but you were right to tell me.”  Just then a gale of laughter came from a nearby table where Jamie, Nate and Eddie were obviously having a whale of a time discussing their imminent return to work on Grady’s new movie.”

“Ah,” Bob said, his intuition kicking in, “light begins to dawn.  The man to take care of whatever’s going on is Mark.  But this is a personal matter, I want to keep it quiet, no drama – and that’s not easy in this crowd.  Already our two favorite gossips Grady and Brian have their eagle eyes trained on us. 

“So do me a favor, guys.  On your way back to the kitchen have a quiet word with Mark, who’s over there with Pete and Hassan.  Mention that Randy and I have something to ask him, if he has a moment.  Keep it casual, though.”

A few minutes later Mark looked up and smiled over at Bob and Randy.  The three alpha males had been dubbed the ‘Triumphant Trio’ when, after much tension, they finally decided they were all in love with each other.  So now Mark joined them with pleasure.

“What’s up guys?  Another problem you need your friendly cop to take care of?”

“Well yes, actually,” Bob smiled. “Though not in your capacity as cop, but as family man.”

“Ah, the boys eh?”

Bob described what the twins had told him.  “And while they were speaking we heard howls of laughter from the movie trio over there – Jamie, Nate and Eddie.  I put two and two together ...”

“I know where you’re going with this, buddy.  I’ve noticed that when Jamie and Nate get together to talk about the new movie, Felipe hovers on the sidelines and usually walks away.  I assumed it’s because he doesn’t understand a lot of the technical stuff they’re discussing, but now I’m thinking it might be more personal than that, more emotional.”

“My thoughts also, Mark. Threesome families always have a built-in tension that rears its head now and again.”

Randy grinned.  “Tell me about it.  Hell, us three are walking, talking, fighting examples of that.  God knows we’ve had our knockdown drag-out encounters, eh officer?”

“Which you get off on, stud,” Mark grinned.  “Any time you want a replay just say the word.”

“Hey, down, you two.” Bob chuckled.  “I don’t want one family triangle to spark a feud in another.  Let’s sort Felipe out first, and then you two can go at it like stallions in heat.”

“It’s a deal, Bob,” Mark grinned.  “Even though Felipe’s become a loving member of our little family, I know he’s not yet as secure as Jamie is. Jamie and I have been soulmates for years, of course, but I’ve treated Felipe just as warmly ever since he fell in love with Jamie. The thing is, though, after the horrors and dangers of what the kid went through on his long trek to this country, and his illegal crossing of the border, I’m not surprised his self-confidence is still fragile.

“Which brings me to a question I have to ask you, Bob, before I talk to Felipe.  See, I want to encourage him, but make sure not give false encouragement.  I know you and your attorney friend got Felipe a valid work permit, but is his future here secure?”

“Rock solid, Mark, and you can take that to the bank.  Felipe should have no doubts on that score.  You know my buddy Alistair is a top immigration lawyer and he told me recently that everything’s progressing nicely toward Permanent Resident status.  They’ve run all the background checks and the kid is squeaky keen.  He sees no possible impediments.  Actually the mere fact he’s represented by Alistair already kind of clinches the deal. 

“Besides ...” he grinned at Randy.  “I don’t think our fist-happy friend here would ever let any of the boys to be snatched away from us.  It would be total carnage.”

“You better believe it,” Randy growled.

“OK, guys, now that I’m reassured on that point, I’ll talk to Felipe and see what I can do.”

Randy said, “And when you’re done with that, Mark, it might be a good time to do our usual perimeter security check of this place.  Mario and Grady rely on us a lot for that – privacy and security are a priority for them.  And a big event like this, all the comings and goings, are a magnet for curious fans, paparazzi, and the gossip mongers of the press.”

“Besides, we’ve got our own gossip mongers right here,” Bob grinned, waving at Grady and Brian.  Grady laughed, raised a glass to them and kissed Brian on the cheek.

Randy said, “The guy’s having the time of his life, these parties are great for him before he starts filming again.  He works so damn hard, the pressure must be colossal, carrying a major movie on those broad shoulders.  Which reminds me, his body has to look perfect so I gotta find time today to drag him off to the gym downstairs.”

“Which he loves,” Mark said, “’cos he knows at the end you’ll shove that humongous schlong of yours up his ass as a reward.”

Randy gave a roguish grin. “And by the way, Mark, when we do our security rounds it’s a good idea for you to wear your cop uniform as you usually do.  The sight of a big muscle-cop is enough to put the fear o’ god up the paparazzi or anyone else hanging around outside.”

“Especially a cop accompanied by a brute of a gypsy,” Mark laughed.  “Yeah, I always take my uniform wherever I go.  Matter of fact, you’ve given me an idea to help me deal with that other little problem of mine.  Which I’ll make a start on now.  Wish me luck guys.”

They watched Mark walk to the kitchen and Randy said, “Has he left you with a hard-on, dude?”

“As always,” Bob said.

“Me too,” Randy grinned, “the fucking stud cop.  Maybe we’ll do something about that later.”

<><>    Mark’s Heart-to-Heart With Felipe    <><>

Mark found the kitchen as busy as usual and he cleared his throat for attention.  “Sorry to interrupt, guys, I know how busy you always are, but I was wondering if you could spare Felipe for a while.”

Danny replied, “As a matter of fact, sir, Felipe is technically on his break so he’s free to go with you if he chooses to.”

The handsome cop flashed a warm smile at Felipe.  “How about it, kiddo?  You wanna go for a little walk with me?”

Felipe couldn’t say no to Mark, nor did he want to. He was in love with Mark as well as Jamie.  But he was nervous about what Mark could want with him that was important enough to pull him out of the kitchen.

“Of course, sir.”  He took off his burgundy apron and chef’s hat and hung them up.  Danny said, “Here, sir, take a couple of beers with you.”

Mark thanked him and Felipe followed him out into the garden.  There were still many folks sitting around or splashing in the pool, so Mark said, “A bit noisy here.  Let’s find a quieter place, eh?  Like that little clearing in the bushes on the other side of the grounds.”

They walked in silence for a while and Felipe became increasingly nervous, until he blurted, “Sir, did I do something wrong?  Are you gonna dump me too?” 

Mark stopped, turned to face Felipe and put his hands on his shoulders.  Mark’s expression was a mix of kindness and irritation. 

“Felipe, there is so much wrong with that sentence, but the word I most object to is ‘too’ – meaning, I suppose, that Jamie has already dumped you.”

“I think he has, sir, ’cos he spends all his time lately with Nate.  I love Jamie, he’s all I have, and if he dumps me I can’t stay here. I’ll have to leave my job and the tribe and then I’ll lose my visa and get thrown out of the country and ...”

“Hey, hey, dude, stop right there.  That is such a bunch of insecurity and paranoia, and completely off the rails.  Dump you?  What an ugly word that is, and what a crazy idea.  Jamie is a good man, and a kind one, and he’s in love with you.  So no, he is not going to leave you, and neither am I.  You saying ‘he’s all you have’ is an insult to me and all your other friends here.”

“I’m sorry, sir, I thought that ...”  Mark stopped him with a kiss.  When he pulled away, he said, “No ‘sorries’, Felipe, no worries, no nerves.  Just relax, and we’ll talk about this in a minute.”

When they reached the quiet, grassy clearing, Mark sat on the ground and pulled the boy down beside him.  “Here, this beer will do you good.”  He twisted the top off a bottle, handed it to Felipe and raised his own bottle. “To you, Jamie and me, kiddo ... to us.”  He clinked bottles and Felipe managed a watery smile.  “To us, sir.” 

After they took a big gulp, Mark said, “OK, kid, let’s try to unravel what’s going on here.  Bob told me you didn’t want to take your break from the kitchen and come out and join the others.  Why was that?”

Felipe cleared his throat and blushed but this time he couldn’t find the words.  Mark said, “OK, so let me help you. Was it because your lover Jamie was so engrossed with Nate and Eddie that he seemed to be ignoring you?”

Felipe brightened a little.  “Yes, sir, how did you know?”  Now that the logjam was broken the words flowed.  “See, ever since we’ve been up here, Jamie has been mostly with Nate.  Last night he seemed kind of distant and even made a quick phone call to Nate about something. 

“And today his conversation with Nate and Eddie was really intense.  I tried to listen and join in, but they were talking about camera angles, lighting and technical stuff, and I didn’t understand any of it.  So I left them to it and went to the kitchen where at least I know what I’m doing and can talk sense with the other chefs.”

“Yeah, I thought it was something like that.  First, let me explain something about Jamie.  As well as being a drop-dead gorgeous California surfer, Jamie is a kind and generous young man who loves you very much.  After all, when he found you hiding scared at the beach in Malibu he instantly felt affection for you and brought you home with him – and the rest is history.”

“Oh, I’ll always be grateful to him, sir.”

“That’s good, but gratitude is not the same as love, Felipe, and I know you fell in love with him, the same as I did all those years ago.  But people change, kiddo.  Now don’t get me wrong.  I’m not saying they fall out of love and ‘dump’ their friends, to use your word.  No, I mean that Jamie has matured and come up in the world.

“I used to call him my boy when he worked in the business office.  He worked hard but made it clear to them that he had to leave promptly at five o’clock every day so he could be home waiting for me – naked on the bed for when I came home in my uniform.  He still does that when he can, but less often these days because, like I said, he has come up in the world. 

“He’s always been an avid surfer and now he’s using those skills in an exciting new job.  With Grady’s help Jamie was hired as what they call the surfer wrangler – supervising the many surfer extras who are so important in the complicated beach scenes.  That calls for knowledge of weather, tides and wave conditions, and an ability to move around fast in the water and coral the extras when the director needs them.  Jamie also coaches Grady and the other actors.

“Jamie hired Nate to assist him, and Eddie has to know what’s going on so he can get the best camera shots.  All three are now super excited that shooting is about to start on the new lifeguard movie.  And that’s what you see when the three are huddled together here, discussing, planning, using the skills they learned on the first movie.”

“I see that, sir.  I felt the same when the twins hired me as a junior chef.  I love to cook and I’m good at it, and I love working in the tribe’s busy kitchen.”  Felipe grinned shyly. “Of course, being just a junior chef is not nearly as grand and important as Jamie’s job on a major movie.”

“There you go again belittling yourself Felipe.  Jamie is as proud of you as I am of him.  And if he’s not paying you much attention right now, it is certainly not because you’re ‘just a junior chef’ as you put it. 

“That’s something we have to work on, this inferiority you seem to feel about yourself.  And I know one of the main causes of that.  You tipped me off in that outburst where you said if you didn’t have Jamie you’d have to leave your job and the tribe and you’d get sent back to Honduras.  Look at my eyes, kiddo, when I say that is never ... gonna ...happen. 

“Before talking to you here, I spoke to Bob and he told me your position in this country is rock solid.  He’s in regular touch with his lawyer friend Alistair who said he’s moving your application right along.  They’ve done the background checks, you passed with flying colors, and he sees no problem in the final step to you achieving Permanent Resident status.”

“Really, sir?”

“Bob would never say that if he wasn’t totally sure.”  Mark chuckled.  “In any case, can you seriously imagine a guy like Randy letting the authorities come in and snatch you away from us?  All his protective instincts for the boys would kick in and he would go totally apeshit.”

Felipe smiled.  “Randy can be really scary, sir.   Thank you for saying all that, I feel much better about everything.  But, er, what about sex?  Like you said, Jamie always used to run out of the office at five o’clock be on the bed waiting for you.  Wouldn’t he resent me being around?”

“Ah, there you hit on a problem, kiddo – and not for the reason you’d think.  See, you were feeling neglected by Jamie ... and so am I kiddo.  It was one thing for Jamie to leave the office at five, but in the middle of the afternoon shoot he can hardly say to the director, ‘Boss, I have to leave now ‘cos I gotta get home, get naked and get butt-fucked by a cop’.”

Felipe laughed and Mark continued.  “You might think I’m being selfish and unreasonable, but kid, being out on the streets of L.A. astride that bike for eight hours makes me super horny by the time I get home.  Sometimes, if I know Jamie’s not gonna be home when I get there, I stop somewhere and jerk off thinking about him, but it’s not the same, of course.”

“I understand, sir.  But once or twice I’ve kind of substituted for him and been on your bed when you get home.  But I guess that’s not the same either ... I mean Jamie is totally gorgeous with that perfect butt.”

“No it’s not the same, kiddo.  But being different doesn’t mean it’s not as good.  Jamie is Jamie and you’re right, he’s a terrific fuck and we get into some wild scenes ... handcuffs and stuff.  But don’t undersell yourself, kid.  You’re younger, sure, but you got a sexy, compact body and a real sweet ass and you look hot with that curly black hair, Hispanic features and those deep brown eyes. 

“So don’t think of yourself as a substitute to Jamie, you are way sexy in your own right.  You’d be a welcome sight for any horny cop getting home after a tough day.”

“I could do that, sir,” Felipe said eagerly.  “Only, wouldn’t Jamie resent me taking his place?”

Mark smiled.  “He’d be thrilled, Felipe.  That’s one thing he don’t like about his great job.  He could never get home from the beach location by five o’clock, and many times the cast and crew stay overnight in a Malibu hotel, so he doesn’t come home at all.  He’d be thrilled if you took care of that for him.  Heck, he’d probably wanna compare notes with you. 

“I’ll have a word with him, and later I’ll ask the twins if they can release you from the kitchen for an hour around five o’clock.  I know that’s when the kitchen gets busy with dinner prep but...”

“Sir, we all get an hour off one by one in the late afternoon so we can all be there for the real dinner rush around six or seven.  It’s just a scheduling thing.”

“Hey,” Mark grinned, “sometimes at home you could even wear that apron over your bare body, and keep your chef’s hat on.  That would be a first.  I told you I get into some pretty wild things.”

Felipe giggled happily and Mark said, “Matter of fact, later this afternoon if those guys are still huddling as they are now, maybe you could ...”

“Of course, sir, I’d be glad to.”

“Good.  So right now, for the rest of your break, I want you to go and join the trio over there.  Even if you don’t understand the technical stuff, you might learn some things that you could discuss with Jamie later.”  They stood up, hugged and kissed, and went back to the group.

As Mark peeled off toward Bob and Randy he heard Felipe saying, “OK if I join you. Jamie?”

“Ah, perfect timing, dude, take a seat,” Jamie said.  “We were just saying that one big problem with these frantic action scenes is making it clear to the audience what the hell’s going on. Sure, the director and his team edit the footage later, but we want to make it easier for him.  You’ve seen scenes from the first Hunter movie that Grady has screened here, and we could use your input on what you found confusing.  So, picture it, dude ...”

Mark was smiling when he sat down with Bob and Randy.  “Everything OK, Mark?” Bob asked.

“Oh yeah.  I think everything’s gonna work out just fine – for all concerned.”  And when he left them, Mark looked in at the kitchen for a brief word with the twins.

<><>    Generous Grady!!    <><>

Felipe talked quite animatedly to Jamie, Nate and Eddie, and when at last he got up to return to the kitchen, Jamie said, “Thanks, Felipe, you told us some things we never thought of.  See, when we’re deeply involved in shooting a movie we work it to death and know every comma in the script, but it’s hard for us to pull back and think of it from the audience’s point of view.  You helped a lot.  We’ll get together later and talk some more, eh?  Love you, dude.”

When he went into the kitchen Felipe was smiling happily – a far cry from the troubled, nervous young man who had left with Mark.  Kevin said quietly, “Mark came in for a quick word and I think we’ll be able to do what he asked.  We appreciate that you have other duties now, outside of your kitchen work.”  The twins smiled playfully and everyone got back to work. 

Mario had asked them to do a causal sit-down lunch where party guests could come and go as they wanted.  His instincts as host were correct, as most of the men and boys did straggle up to the table for a communal meal.  Brian had gone away to the gate to pick up the mail and the newspapers, and now wheeled himself back in a hurry, excitedly waving one of the papers.  He sped up to Bob.  “Sir, sir, look at this.  It’s that big fan mag everyone reads.”

Bob took it from him and a smile spread over his face.  “Well, well, well, so they did it.”  He stood up and held up his hand for silence.  “Guys, I want you to hear this.  Grady, I know you hate being in the spotlight at these parties, but I have to shine it on you just this once.

“Guys, you know that most of the contract negotiations we have with Grady’s studio are confidential, known only to Grady, Mario, myself and my assistant Ryan.  But as the studio has chosen to go public with this I thought you’d want to hear it.  The headline is, Generous Grady!!   

“In the last round of negotiations Grady made no demands for himself, but he did make a strong one for his crew.  As you know, when they work at the Malibu beach location they often stay overnight as they work late and start early next morning. 

“Up to now they put Grady in the best Malibu hotel, with the other actors, including our three guys.  But the crew members are lodged in a cheap motel a few blocks away.  This always upset Grady, as he loves the crew, so this time he demanded that everyone, cast and crew, stay in the same upscale hotel.  He was so adamant that the studio execs caved, and agreed.

“The studio wanted to publicize all that, but Grady hated that they were using it as a Public Relations gimmick.  So we compromised.  They leaked it, and only when it went viral on social media did they put out an official statement, in which I had final wording approval.  And this is the result.  Seems the whole world loves Grady.”  Bob waved the paper again and the crowd chanted “Grady, Grady ...”

Grady blushed and grudgingly got to his feet.  Randy shouted, “Men, let’s show this guy how much we love him – in the way y’all know best.”

And the bread chunks started to fly – one or two at first, then building to a storm of bread that rained down on him.  Howling with laughter Grady crossed his forearms in front of his face and pleaded, “Not the face ... not the face.”

He picked up some of the chunks as they fell and tossed them back.  The bread fight went on for several minutes until Grady collapsed back in his chair, tears of laughter streaming down his cheeks.  Mario threw protective arms round him and Randy shouted, “Way to go, dude.  And when we have our gym session this afternoon I’ll give you my personal award of merit.”

That provoked more bawdy cheers and whistles and ‘Generous Grady’ yelled, “I love you guys.”

<><>    A Scary Security Team    <><>

When things calmed down and lunch was over, Randy looked over at Mark.  “OK, officer, time for us to do our thing.  “Mille grazie, signori,” Mario said.  “You know how paranoid I am about security.  If anyone broke in and took pictures it would mean... how you say ... the gig is up?”

Bob smiled, “It’s usually the jig is up Mario, but close enough.  And you know these guys would never let that happen.  Better get dressed for the part, guys, otherwise anyone out there will think you’re just two stray guys trying to get in.

“Huh.” Randy scoffed, “do we look like two stray guys?  Don’t worry, dude, we got it covered.” 

Mark and Randy went into the house and emerged soon after.  Randy looked fearsome in his construction gear – muddy jeans, heavy boots and a loose tank over his muscled torso.  Mark was wearing his cop uniform, including high black motorcycle boots.  He glanced fleetingly at Felipe, and Danny grinned, “Off you go, kiddo.  Duty calls.  Take as long as you need.”

Felipe looked over at Jamie who grinned, gave him a thumbs up, and got immersed again in conversation with Nate.  Felipe ran to the house in a high state of excitement. 

Outside, Randy and Mark did their usual patrol.  Randy checked for possible weaknesses in the high fence and hedges, while Mark checked to see if the security cameras were correctly aligned.  There were, as usual, several people milling around, one an obvious photographer.  Mark marched up to him and the man shrank. 

“Sir,” Mark said, “this is a private road from the street on.  You’re trespassing.  I you don’t leave right now I’ll have to arrest you.”  The man and the others in the road stared at the fearsome pair and quickly ran back to the street.

Randy grinned.  “You called the creep ‘sir’.  I would have said something like ‘shit-for-brains motherfucker’.”

Mark chuckled.  “That’s the difference between you and me, dude.  I’m a cop, an officer of the law and I have a code of conduct.  You are a law unto yourself and can do anything you damn-well want, and usually do.  If you get too rough, as you often do, it’s you I’d have to arrest.”

“Oh yeah, officer?  I’d like to see you try.”  A challenging look passed between them, but they let the comment hang in the air ... for now.

“You know? Randy said, “as this road leading from the street to the house is a private road, we really should install gates at the street end too, with security cameras.  It would mean more work for young Brian buzzing people in at both gates, but he’s a great kid, he could handle it.  I’ll have Bob check out the legal issues, then I can install the gates and you get the cameras.”

 “Good idea, dude.  The public shouldn’t be able to get as close as they do now.”  They glanced at each other again, but this time it was not a look of challenge but cooperation.  Still, they were both nursing hard-ons in their pants and Randy was thinking, ‘later, dude ...’

When they got back inside they went to reassure Bob and Mario and share their new gate idea. Mario was all for it ... the more secure the better.  Then Mark excused himself, saying he had to go indoors and take his uniform off.  “Yes, officer,” Bob grinned, “and you better hurry.”

As he left Randy muttered, “That’s his way of taking care of his boner.  I’ll save mine for later.”

<><>    At The Mercy Of A Cop    <><>

Mark’s handsome features had a confident, somewhat arrogant smile as he went upstairs.  He paused at the door, then flung it open, burst in ... and heard a loud gasp.  As he had expected, Felipe, butt naked, was sitting on the end of the bed, feet hanging over the edge leaning back on his elbows.  He had been waiting all this time, with a mix of mounting excitement and nervousness, unsure if could satisfy Mark’s needs as well as Jamie always did. 

His cock had been hard all the time at the thought of what was coming, and now it jerked up like a flagpole.  His tension increased as Mark ignored him at first. 

The boy watched him pace the room in his black cop uniform – black shirt open at the neck showing a triangle of white T-shirt underneath, biceps bulging under the tight short sleeves, shirt tucked in at his slim waist cinched by a heavy black belt. The black serge pants, with a silver stripe down the sides, were tucked into high black motorcycle boots. 

Mark pulled a beer from the room’s small fridge and sprawled in an armchair.  He opened the bottle, took a slug of beer, sat back and stared at the naked boy.  Wordlessly, he opened another button of this shirt, then slid his hand down and he stroked the bulge in his pants.  It got bigger as he stroked it, and he spoke at last.

“You know what’s gonna happen to you, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.  You’re going to shove your cock in my ass, sir.”

“And is that what you want?”

“Yes please, sir.  Very much.  I want to please, you, sir, like Jamie does.  Please, sir.  Do to me whatever you do to him.”

Mark stood up and grinned.  “Damn, be careful what you wish for, kid.  Him and me get into some wild stuff.  OK, you asked for it.” Mark pulled mirror sunglasses from his top pocket and put them on, giving him a menacing look.  It didn’t look like Mark anymore – could have been any muscular blond cop.   It was a pornographic look, like Felipe had seen in videos, and his cock started to ooze precum.

Mark raised his leg, pressed his boot against the boy’s chest and shoved him flat on his back.  He got on the bed and stood astride his body.  Startled Felipe gazed up at the erotic sight of the cop towering over him.  It almost made him cum but he took a deep breath and held back.

Mark sank down and knelt astride Felipe’s chest.   He looked around and saw Felipe’s discarded clothes on the bed.  He picked his socks off the pile, tied one round the boy’s wrist, and did the same with the other.   Felipe stared up at the cop’s mirror glasses, then gasped as Mark reached behind him and detached a pair of handcuffs from his belt.

Mark took off his glasses, put them back in his pocket and his blue eyes smiled down at the nervous Hispanic boy.  He held up the cuffs and said gently.   “This is what I do with Jamie.  You sure you want the same, kid?”

“Y ... yes please, sir.  I really do.”

“See, I tie something round his wrists, like I did with you, so the cuffs won’t cut when he struggles.  And you will struggle, boy.”  Expertly he locked a handcuff round the boy’s left wrist, pulled his arm up to the corner of the bed and locked the other cuff to the bedpost.  He pulled a second set of cuffs from his belt and cuffed the boy’s right wrist to the other corner post.

Mark got off the bed and stood gazing down at him.  “You look so fucking sexy, boy.  And you’re at the mercy of a cop.  Try to get free.”

Felipe pulled at his cuffed wrists and the realization hit him that the was helpless, completely at the mercy of a cop.  The cuffs didn’t hurt, but when Mark said, “I can do whatever the fuck I want to you, boy,” a wave of panic swept over him.

“No, sir, please, don’t hurt me, sir.  Please let me go, I won’t run away ... I’ll stay in my country ... please, sir ...”

Mark knelt beside the bed and silenced him with a long, tender kiss.  Then Felipe found himself staring into kind blue eyes and heard Mark’s soft voice.  “I know, Felipe, I understand.  You’re having flashbacks to that terrible journey trying to escape your country, and your fear of the brutal cops who threatened you on the road. I know they would have hurt you, and I’m so glad you escaped.

“But I’m not one of those cops, Felipe.  I did this to try and rid you of those memories, so you’d know that even a cop can love you, as I do, kiddo, and Jamie does too.  But I realize I went too far so I’ll release you and ...”

“No, sir, please I want it, sir.”

“And not just because you want to match what Jamie does?”

“No, sir.  I really want it.  You are amazingly hot, sir, like a character from a porn movie, and the thought of being at your mercy is so exciting, sir.  I want to be your boy, to be fucked by you and feel a cop’s rod inside me.  All those bad memories are in the past, sir.  I’m with you now and I feel safe.  I love you, sir.  My ass is yours.”

“And I love you, kid,” Mark smiled.  “Just don’t shoot your load, OK?’

“Yes, sir.  I mean, no sir, I’ll wait for permission, sir.”

“Good boy.  OK, where were we?  Ah yeah, a hot muscle-cop has just captured a handsome young boy, and cuffed him naked to the bed.  He’s my prisoner ... and he looks so damn beautiful.”

<><>    Shirtless Cop    <><>

Felipe stared up at the cop as he unbuttoned his black shirt to the waist.  It fell open, displaying the white T-shirt stretched over his muscular torso.  He desperately wanted to touch Mark and struggled, although he knew it was hopeless.  Mark smiled down at the writhing boy, unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, rigid cock.

“Aaah,” Felipe sighed, desperate to touch his own cock, though he knew a simple touch would make him cum right away.  So he tried to relax and focus on the long shaft that he knew would soon be filling his ass.   Mark said, “Do you need lube, kid?  With Jamie it’s only spit.”

“Then that’s what I want, sir.”

Mark spat in the palm of his hand and wrapped it round his cock.  He knelt on the bed, grabbed Felipe’s ankles and held them high in the air. As his arms stretched high his shirttails pulled out of his waist and hung loose, exposing even more of the bulging T-shirt.  In a daze Felipe stared up at the magnificent cop and gasped as he felt his cock press against his ass. 

Mark paused, teasing him, and the boy pleaded, “Please, sir, please fuck me.  I want to feel ... aaagh ...” he yelled as Mark’s shaft slid into his ass and drove deep.  Felipe stared up at the chiseled face, tousled blond hair falling over the brow as he fucked.  The cock pulled back and drove in faster and harder this time.  Felipe struggled again but his time he felt no panic, only the thrill of being helpless, at the mercy of the cop fucking his ass.

Mark suddenly pulled his shirt free of his pants, shrugged it off and tossed it aside.  Again Felipe gasped at the sight of the cop stripped down to his T-shirt.  It was one of the cop images of Mark that turned him on most.  He had jerked off thinking about it, and now that same man was actually inside him, pounding his ass.

Mark pushed his legs back farther, leaned forward and Felipe could see, even smell, sweat stains under his armpits.  The cock was buried deep inside him and he was overwhelmed by the sight and feel of the macho cop, muscles bulging and flexing under the tight shirt.  “Sir,” he panted.  “Sir you’re gonna make me cum ... I don’t think I can stop.  Please let me cum, sir.”

Mark growled, “If I let you cum, will you be able to cum again?’

“Yes, sir, as many times as you like.  But you feel so ..... aaaah ...”  His cock erupted with hot thick liquid that splashed over his writhing body and up to his face.  “I’m sorry, sir,” he gasped. “I couldn’t help it.  You are so ....”

Mark rewarded him with a dazzling smile.  “Don’t be sorry, kid, you look so fucking beautiful when you cum.  And you are gonna do it again, next time when I give you permission.  I’m pretty damn close myself.”

Felipe was startled when Mark suddenly pulled out of him and got off the bed.  He grabbed his beer threw his head back and swallowed deep.  Mesmerized, the boy watched his prominent Adam’s apple move up and down his throat as he swallowed. 

Then the cop reached his free hand behind his own neck.  Felipe watched wide-eyed as Mark pulled the T-shirt up, it came free of his waist and rose slowly over his ripped, eight-pack abs, the slabs of his pecs and off over his face.  He tossed it aside and took another slug of beer.

Even though he had just climaxed, Felipe’s cock was rock hard again at the sight of the handsome muscular blond cop stripped to the waist, his long narrow waist gripped by the heavy black belt of his uniform pants.  He put down his beer and stood at the foot of the bed, arms folded across his chest, staring down at the chained naked boy.

Felipe had never seen anything as exciting as this and he stammered, “Sir, are ... are you gonna fuck me some more?”

“Is that what you want kid?”

“Yes please, sir.”

Mark smiled.  “You’re a good kid, dude, way sexy and a great fuck.  I don’t think you need to be chained up anymore.  You wanna touch me, don’t you?.”

“Oh yes, sir.  You’re so beautiful.”

Mark knelt on the bed again, took a key from his pocket, unlocked the handcuffs and freed his wrists.  He untied the socks and rubbed his wrists. “Thank you sir.”  Felipe reached up and ran his hands over the ripped chest and abs.  “May I touch my cock sir?”

“Sure you can.  You’re gonna need to, to cum again so soon.  And dammit, kid, my nuts are bursting, I gotta spill my sperm.   He braced his hands on the bed beside Felipe’s face, leaned forward and eased his cock back in the boy’s waiting ass.   He bent low and kissed Felipe who responded hungrily.  When their mouths separated Mark smiled, “I love you, kiddo.  And with Jamie away so much, you better get used to being fucked by a cop.  Like this ...”

Mark pulled back, grabbed the boy’s ankles and pulled his legs up high to get a clear shot at his ass.   This time Felipe didn’t cry out as the cop’s shaft pierced him and began hammering his butt.  “Now you can touch your cock, kid, and when I see you pump another load I’ll fill your sweet ass with jizz.”

“Yes, sir ... thank you sir.  I love you, sir.”

It didn’t take long, they were both so close.  Felipe stared up at the bare-chested blond cop, felt his rod piston in his ass as he pounded his own cock. For the second time cum spurted from his cock, high enough to splash on the cop’s bare chest heaving above him.   And this time there were two lusty shouts as Mark’s body shuddered and his cock erupted inside the adoring boy.

<><>    Chained Cop, Triple Teamed    <><>

As they lay together a few minutes later Mark said.  “You were terrific, dude, and I want you to forget all of this outsider inferiority bullshit that’s been holding you back.  You’re one of us, and I want you to get familiar with everything that goes on in the tribe and become a part of it.”

That opportunity would arise sooner then they thought.  They were dozing when they became aware of heavy footsteps in the hall.  The door flew open and in came Randy – bare-chested, still in his filthy jeans and work boots – and Bob, barefoot in boardshorts.

“Well, well, well,” Randy’s voice boomed, “what have we got here?  Will you look at that – handcuffs round the bedposts.  Looks like this cop’s been working over one of our boys.  You know how I feel about cops who capture kids, chain them up and fuck them in the ass.  You need a taste of your own medicine, officer.”

“But sir ...” blurted Felipe ...

Bob took him gently by the arm, pulled him off the bed and led him across the room.  “Felipe,” he smiled, “don’t worry.  You should know that everyone in this room loves everyone else, and nobody’s going to get hurt.”

Felipe looked relieved.  “Sir, Mark told me he wants me to get familiar with everything that goes on in the tribe, and even join in.”

“That’s perfect, Felipe. Now stand back and watch Randy do his thing.  He’s already begun.”

Felipe’s jaw dropped as he looked at the bed.  Mark, still stripped to the waist, was lying on his back, arms stretched up, wrists handcuffed to the bedposts as Felipe’s had been.  Randy had used the same cuffs clipped to the posts and hanging open after Mark had released Felipe.

Bob whispered, “I’ll show you what love can do, kiddo.  He knelt by the bed and smiled down at Mark.  “Hey handsome.  Man, you look hot like that, a shirtless muscle-cop chained to the bed with his own handcuffs.  And my guess is he’s gonna get his ass ploughed by a brutal gypsy construction worker.  Maybe this will help.  Bob bent down and kissed him.

Felipe watched in awe as the two men, clearly in love, fed hungrily on each other’s mouths.  They were so engrossed in each other that they didn’t react when Randy reached round to unbuckle Mark’s belt and pulled his pants down below his ass.  But the kiss ended abruptly when Mark yelled “Fuuuck!” as Randy’s monster cock filled his ass. “Fuck you man ... I’m gonna kill you for this.”

Randy grinned, “Except that would be illegal and, like we said earlier, you’re an officer of the law and have to obey the law.  Me, I don’t give a shit, legal or not, I do whatever the fuck I want.  And right now I’m butt fucking a bare-chested cop.  He’s helpless, at my mercy, chained with his own cuffs – the hottest damn cop ever to straddle a Harley.  Fucking pornographic, dude.  But me and my buddies will give you a break.  Hey Bob, help the officer out here.”

Still kneeling on the floor by the bed, Bob licked Felipe’s cum from Mark’s abs, chest and neck, then kissed his open mouth and shared the juice with him.  Mark groaned in ecstasy and Randy looked over at the dumbstruck Felipe, gazing at the homoerotic scene. 

“Get your ass over here, kid, your cop needs you.  See, I’ll only cum inside him when I see him shoot his load.  That won’t be easy ‘cos he just emptied his jizz in your ass, so it’s up to you, boy, to save your tortured master by making him cum again.”

“Yes sir, I can do that.”  Still naked, Felipe came up to the bed and knelt beside Bob who was still working on Mark’s mouth.  Felipe’s target was his cock.  He bent down and sucked the semi-hard cock into his mouth.  The man he loved depended on him for release and he went to work, using every cock-sucking trick and technique he had learned from the expert, Eddie

Hearing his man groan, the boy clenched his throat muscles round his cock and massaged it with his mouth.  The cuffed captive cop was being worked on by the three men – the shaggy gypsy pounded his ass, the handsome executive shoved his tongue in his mouth, and his own boy sucked his cock.

It was a combination the prisoner could not endure for long.  Randy fucked mercilessly, the tortured cop screamed into the gag of Bob’s mouth and blasted jizz down his own boy’s throat. 

In a daze, Felipe gulped down the officer’s cum, and felt strong arms lift him up on his feet.  Randy had pulled out of Mark’s ass and now guided Felipe to the other side of the bed from where Bob was standing. 

Bob smiled across at him.  “Look at your man, Felipe, you will never see anything as erotic as that – a shirtless bond cop, handcuffed to a bed, wearing only his boots and pants pulled down to his knees.  Hs magnificent body is heaving, square-jawed face slumped to one side in exhaustion. There’s only one thing you can do to a fantasy like that.”

Bob pushed down his shorts. grabbed his own cock and stroked it.   How many times did Mark make you cum, kiddo?”

“Twice, sir.”

“Think you can make it three?”

“Oh yes, sir.  I told Mark I could cum as often as he wanted me to.”

“And believe me, dude, he wants it now.  Let’s do it together, kid. They stared down at the chained, tortured, near-naked cop, a sight they couldn’t resist for long.  It took only a minute before Bob was saying, “Let’s do it, boy.”  Mark opened his eyes to see two streams of juice burst from their cocks and rain down on his body and face, soaking him with the juice of the man and the boy he loved.

As always, Randy took charge again and grinned down at Mark.  “That’s how I like to see you, big guy.  Chained helpless, cuffed, fucked and humiliated – a beaten, broken muscle-cop.”

Mark growled. “You know there’s gonna be payback for this, don’t you, asshole.  Like you, it turns me on seeing a big tough alpha stud, broken and humiliated. You’re gonna get it good.”

“I’m counting on it, buddy.  Bondage and humiliation are a two-way street.  Hey, kiddo, you were fucking awesome ... definitely one of us.  Here ...”  he tossed a key to Felipe.  “You set your man free ... take as long as you like, kid.  See you both downstairs.”  Randy threw his arm round Bob and they left the room. 

Felipe went straight to the bed and unlocked the cuffs.  As Mark rubbed his wrists his boy said, “Are you sure you’re alright, sir?”

“Sure I am kiddo.”  He pulled Felipe down beside him, propped himself on his elbow and smiled at him.  “I’m in love with both those guys, but sometimes tough alpha men like Randy, Bob and me like to play rough. It’s our way of showing our love for each other. 

“And like I said before, I wanted you to see that.  It was great you joined in too.  Now perhaps you believe that you really are part of the tribe and always will be.”

“I do, sir.  And when you talked about payback, sir, and said you get off seeing a big tough guy bound, broken and humiliated.  Did you mean that?”

“Sure I did, kiddo. I’m already working on it – already chosen my victim.”

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TO BE CONTINUED IN “A Trial Of Strength – Book 13: Chapter 37