Trial Of Strength (Book 10)

"THE THAI BOY YIELDS TO TEMPTATION"

Young Ryan, the new office assistant is a good fit for the office but he is confused and scared by his growing attraction to the handsome black construction foreman Darius. The boy has never had sex with a man, or anybody, and when he catches sight of guys fucking he is shocked. One night he shares a bed with Darius who promises not to touch him. He doesn’t – but that night changes everything 

In the previous chapter

New boy Ryan had been hired as the new office assistant for the tribe’s construction company. As a computer nerd he promised to be an asset to the company, and his immediate boss Brandon welcomed him warmly.

The only problem was that the 19-year-old Thai boy was sexually naïve, a virgin who was shocked by several glimpses of man-on-man sex since he got to the tribe’s compound. But then he met Darius, the handsome young black foreman on the construction site.

Ryan’s first sight of Darius had horrified him – fucking his boyfriend Pablo with his monster ten-inch cock. But later Darius befriended him and Ryan found himself more and more drawn to the muscular young black man, even to the point of jerking off at night thinking about him.

The orgasm had been like nothing else he had ever experienced before. When he had masturbated before (rarely) his mind was blank and it was mere friction that made him cum. But this time he climaxed with the thought, the vision, of a man, towering over him and splashing him with his semen. What had happened? What had he done? It was his first ever sexual fantasy … and he panicked.

To introduce Ryan to the company Darius took him to the construction site where big boss Randy took a liking to him and saw the value of his computer skills. But it was a tense day at the site, Randy was wound tight, and the last straw was when he had to break up a fight between two men on the crew.

As he did so often to de-stress, Randy called his boy into his trailer office, the handsome Mestizo mechanic Pablo, and fucked him savagely across the drafting table. Ryan was sitting nervously with Darius watching from the far end of the trailer. Darius squeezed his hand and said, “Don’t worry, kiddo, I won’t let anyone touch you – you’re with me now.

When the ferocious fuck was over Pablo left the trailer with a jaunty step and a smile on his face. Randy picked up his discarded tank-top, used it to wipe Pablo’s cum off the table, then pulled it back on. He smiled at Ryan who was staring in awe, hugging to his chest Randy’s old laptop that had almost been swept from the table.”

“So, kiddo, you salvaged that thing eh?”

“Yes sir. You have to be careful not to get fluids in the keyboard, especially ejaculate, sir.”

Randy chuckled, “Better known around here as jizz, eh Darius?”

“Or jism, sir.”

“Yeah, that too. OK, I gotta get back out there and make sure the whole fucking train don’t run off the tracks. Take care of the boy, Darius, then come out and help me crack the whip.” He smiled and ruffled Ryan’s hair. “You’re one of us now, junior.”

He left and Ryan said, “Did he mean that Darius?”

“Kid, Randy never gets stuff like that wrong. You’re too important to him. Now I gotta go out there and do my foreman act, so here’s what’s gonna happen. You know Will, the young chef? Well he always brings our lunch around this time and he’ll be here soon. I’ll have him take you back to the house with him and you can report to your boss Brandon.”

Darius looked down at the eager young face and realized what confusing thoughts must be racing through his mind. “Listen Ryan. Tonight Will is catering a dinner for us guys on the second floor – my man Zack, his lover Miguel, Pablo and their boys Finn and Tyler. I would really like it if you could join us, get to know our little family a bit. What do you think?”

“I … I think I would like that a lot, sir. Thank you very much.”

“OK, now do your computer thing. It was quite a morning eh? You made a good impression on the boss, kid … and on me too. He flashed a smile, kissed Ryan on the lips, and he was gone.

Ryan sat for a moment trying to collect himself. He found his thoughts going back again and again to Darius, to the things he said – ‘You don’t have to worry, kid. I’ll take care of you … I won’t let anyone touch you, kid … This is our new boy and he’s with me’. And now the invitation to dinner with his ‘family’.

And that kiss just now. Was that just a casual thing everyone does around here? Did it mean anything? He thought of last night, jerking off fantasizing about Darius standing over him.

Then he remembered Randy fucking Pablo. I could never do anything like that with Darius, he thought, especially with that monster cock of his. I wouldn’t go near that thing. Definitely not.

He would stick with computers. A boy knew where he was with them.

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On The Grapevine

Left alone in the trailer office on the construction site Ryan checked out the programs loaded onto Randy’s laptop. There was little sign of recent activity on it by Randy or anyone else, but at least it was still in one piece and not churning around in a cement mixer, tossed there in a fit of anger by Randy as he had often threatened to do.

Randy was used to everyone obeying his commands, and apparently the laptop had refused to. Hence the cement mixer. Ryan smiled to himself as he thought of the big gypsy boss, a master of the construction trade with absolute authority over the crew and the whole tribe, but clueless when it came to computers. He left that to others and seemed prepared now to leave it to Ryan.

Ryan realized with a jolt that he should report to his new boss Brandon in the office at home. He called Brandon who said, “Hey, Ryan, how’s it going out there? I hear things got real tense and Randy cooled his anger by fucking Pablo, no surprise there. But it must have been tough for you to watch for the first time. Randy was very impressed by you, kiddo, and your computer savvy. Well done, Ryan, that was a big step.”

“Sir, how do you know about all that so soon after …?”

He heard Brandon’s laughter. “One thing you’ll learn, kiddo, is that the most efficient thing in the whole tribe is the grapevine. When something happens it’s on the grapevine and common knowledge before you can draw breath. I also hear Will is gonna drive you back here.”

“Yes, sir. I guess you also know that Darius has invited me to dinner tonight with his family on the second-floor. Darius has been very kind to me, sir. He has taken care of me and made me feel real safe on the site here. He’s very generous and warm and funny and strong and …”

“… not to mention drop-dead gorgeous, eh? The ultimate muscle-jock.”

“Well, sir, I wasn’t thinking about that so much, but Darius makes me feel … I dunno it’s hard to describe, it’s kind of a new thing for me.”

“So enjoy the feeling, Ryan – there’s more where that came from. Listen I have a suggestion. You can’t hang out all the time in that oversized T-shirt Jamie gave you. Ask Will to drive you back to your place so you can pick up a few clothes and stuff. Those second-floor dinners can go on till late and the drinks flow pretty freely, so Darius might not let you drive home and you’ll end up staying here at the compound like you did last night.”

“OK sir, I’ll do that. Ah, there’s Will coming now. I’ll see you at the office soon. Thank you very much, sir.”

Will came in with a big smile. “Well, we’ve been hearing all about you, dude.”

“The grapevine, I suppose. Brandon just told me.”

“Yeah, plus Randy called Brandon and told him to take good care of you. That’s major, dude, calling Brandon on such a busy day as this – the boss obviously likes you a lot. OK, I just dropped off lunch for the guys so you ready to trundle?”

“Yes, sir. Er, Brandon told me to ask you if you would drive me to my home to pick up some clothes and things and then deliver me to the office.”

“No problemo, amigo,” Will grinned. “And by the way dude, you don’t have to call me ‘sir’. Will, dude or buddy works just fine. I’ll explain the setup here as we drive.”

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“I Could Never Be Anyone’s Boy”

In his truck Will said, “Here’s how the tribe works. At the top are the men, of course, like Bob and Randy, also known as masters, and they all have a boy. There are senior boys like Darius, Pablo and the twins, and junior boys. And some of the most senior boys have boys of their own – boys like me.”

“Whose boy are you, sir … er, Will?”

“Well, Bob and Randy are the tribe’s founders. Bob’s boys are the twins, Kyle and Kevin, and I am their boy.”

“So Bob is, like, your master too?”

“Kinda, I like to think so. But Bob and Randy are above everything and take care of all the boys. Years ago Randy was a construction worker in Texas, went from job to job like a real gypsy, and he had five younger brothers that he protected like a lion with his cubs. I guess that protective instinct has carried through to all of us.”

“Tell me about Darius, Will.”

Will smiled, “Ah, I was wondering when we’d come to that. Well, here’s the story. Randy and Bob were a new couple and to earn money they put on a sort of muscle-domination-sex show for a bunch of rich guys, whose young assistant was Darius. As part of the show Randy was forced to suck the young black guy’s enormous schlong.

“Well Darius was so turned on by these two gorgeous hunks that later on he showed up at their house. Randy was mad at first and punished Darius for what had happened, but gradually Darius was accepted as their servant, so he was sort of the first boy in the tribe. ‘Course, now he’s all grown up, a major jock, and the most senior boy in the tribe, along with his lover Pablo.

And Darius is Zack’s boy, that major black alpha stud you’ve already met.”

Ryan frowned and asked hesitantly, “And, er … who is Darius’s boy?”

“Well now that’s a very interesting question. See, his lover Pablo has a boy, and the twins have a boy, me. But Darius doesn’t have one, and rumor has it that he’s been telling Zack he wants a boy of his own. So he’s looking around. We’re all betting that he would find some young black guy like a younger version of himself … at least we were betting that … until now …” Will grinned at Ryan and squeezed his thigh.

Ryan blinked in confusion, then his eyes opened wide. “You mean …? Oh, no, you’re guessing wrong there, dude. I could never be anyone’s boy like you guys. I mean, I’ve never had sex with anyone … oh, I let that slip out. You won’t tell anyone will you?”

“Lips are sealed, buddy. But you mean … like, don’t you even jerk off?”

“Not often, and when I do I’m not thinking about anyone … I just rub one out.”

Suddenly he blushed deeply and Will chuckled. “Come on, dude, spill. You’ve gone this far.”

“Well … last night I slept in Jamie and Mark’s guestroom and … and I did jerk off in bed …”

“And you were thinking about Darius, probably standing over you naked looking totally hot.”

“How did you know?”

“Lucky guess,” Will smiled.

“But that was a one-off and I felt guilty afterwards. All I could think of was washing the cum out of the shorts Jamie had lent me. But oh no, Will, I could never be anyone’s boy. I don’t fuck, and definitely not with men, and I s’pose a boy is expected to do that for his master, eh?”

“Sure, yeah, that’s part of the deal. The master takes care of his boy, protects and teaches him, and in return the boy is always loyal and loving and yeah … they make love and the boy prob’ly gets butt-fucked.”

“Well not me. I’ve never loved anyone, never ‘made love’ as you call it, and I sure as hell could never do that butt-fucking thing that I saw Darius do to Pablo. And that ten-inch thing Darius has got? Are you kidding? No way, never. I like Darius and all, but … no, I’ll never be anyone’s boy. He would never want a scrawny kid like me anyway. Er, now if you don’t mind, Will, could we not talk about this anymore?”

“OK sure, kiddo.” He could hear that Ryan was becoming emotional and saw his eyes getting moist. Will smiled to himself as they dropped the subject and talked of other things.

Ryan told Will he was nervous about having dinner with Darius and Zack and the guys on the second floor. Will smiled, “Ah, nothing too it, dude, piece of cake, they’re great guys. They often have these dinners and hire me to cook for them. Catering is a side thing I do when I’m not cooking for the tribe with the twins. I enjoy this gig and I get to eat with them too.”

Will looked at Ryan anxiously twisting his fingers. “Tell you what, dude. If you’re nervous about just showing up like that, why not come and help me schlep all the food and equipment over to the guys’ place and give me a hand in their kitchen. That way you won’t be the new-boy guest, you’ll already be part of the team.

Ryan’s eyes lit up, but he said, “Do you think Darius would mind?”

“Ah, he’d get a kick out of it. You’d have to wear an apron and chef’s hat in the kitchen like I do and he’d love that. But first we gotta pick up your stuff and I gotta get you back to Brandon in the office. He is your boss after all.”

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Bob Braces Himself For Action

When they finally got back to the office at the compound Will took Ryan’s bag with his clothes to Will’s own room in the twins’ apartment above the kitchen. The plan was that after work he would go across, change and join Will in the kitchen. Jamie thought the plan was a great idea. “It’ll make things easier for you all round, Ryan. But now we gotta get to work.”

Brandon showed Ryan his work station and the computer he would be using. “First of all, Ryan, Jamie wants the three of us to have a meeting about all the ideas you’ve suggested to Randy about computers, ‘cos you’re gonna be our point man on upgrading our systems.”

So that’s how the rest of the afternoon went, and it was clear to Jamie and Brandon that, whatever Ryan’s own personal insecurities, as far as the work went he would be a big asset.

Bob dropped in later in the afternoon as he often did to check on how things were going. “Great, sir,” said Jamie. “By the way, Randy told Ryan to ask us to buy a new laptop for him.”

“Wow,” Bob chuckled. “Ryan, if you got Randy interested in computers you’ve done something none of us could. Best we could manage was to stop him throwing his in the cement mixer. If all the gadgets Randy has threatened with the mixer actually wound up there, there’d be no room for the cement. Especially today – I hear it’s tough going. Did you notice a lot of tension in the air when you were at the site today, Ryan?”

Bob was always eager to give new boys confidence by involving them in tribe’s activities. By seeking their opinions he made them feel like real members of the clan. Surprised, Ryan said, “Er, well yes sir. Randy got plenty mad when he heard they were running out of toilets.”

“Ah, yes. Brandon you can tell Darius that I spoke to the supplier, twisted a few arms and the toilets will be delivered tomorrow. Anything else, Ryan?”

“Yes, sir. After that Randy had to break up a fist-fight in the crew. That made him real angry and he called in Pablo and … and …”

Bob smiled. “Yeah, I get the picture, Ryan. When the going gets rough there’s nothing like a fierce fuck over the drafting table for Randy to vent his anger. He gets rid of his stress and Pablo loves it. Trouble right now is this new government contract and inspection tomorrow. That could be a make or break for further contracts down the line. Well, I better go home and brace myself for action. When Randy storms home in a rage it ain’t a pretty sight.

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“You Gotta Watch This, Ryan”

A short while later they closed the office and Ryan made his way across the garden to the kitchen where he found Kyle and Kevin. He was intimidated coming face to face with the stunning identical twins but Kevin welcomed him with a warm smile.

“Hey, kiddo, Will’s waiting for you in his room upstairs. He tells us you’re helping him with his catering gig for your pal Darius and the second-floor guys. Good idea. We’ll be cooking dinner for the tribe as usual while he does his gig, but we’re always happier when he has an assistant.”

Kyle asked, “How are things going with you and Darius, kiddo?” Ryan blushed and Kyle chuckled, “That good, eh? We haven’t had much chance to get together with you yet, Ryan, but we’ll have a meal soon, just you, Will and us. In the meantime you’ll just have to make do with our special hug.” They wrapped their arms round him and he found himself enveloped in twins.

Upstairs he found Will in his room making a list of supplies and equipment he would need to take this evening. “Good you’re here. How did things go in the office, dude?”

“Seemed to go well, thank you. Bob came in and we’re gonna have a meeting tomorrow about the firm’s computers. He, er, asked me about the tension on the work site so I told him what happened. He said he was gonna, er, brace himself for when Randy came home all stressed out and angry.” Ryan frowned. “Er, Will, Randy won’t hurt Bob, will he? I mean, will he do to Bob what he did to Pablo?”

“Nah,” Will grinned. “Randy is crazy in love with Bob. He does sometimes take out his anger by fucking Bob, I mean he can be savage. But Bob is one of only two guys who can control Randy – him and an older man you’ll meet called Uncle Mike. Hey, come here.”

Will led Ryan to a window overlooking the garden that separated this building and Bob and Randy’s house. “Look down there. Bob’s meditating in the garden, it’s his favorite place.”

Ryan stared down at Bob sitting in a chair under a shade tree, barefoot as usual in blue jeans and white V-neck T-shirt. His eyes were closed and there was a faint smile on his lips. “Beautiful, isn’t he, dude, looks just like Superman. I mean, even you who’s not really into guys, you gotta admit he’s a stunner.”

“I never said I …” Ryan began, but then “… Yes, he’s very handsome and very kind.”

“I’ll tell you something, kiddo. When I first came to the tribe I was a lot like you. I was scared by the thought of sex with men ‘cos my dad had tried to molest me, even though he told me sex with men was evil. So, I was totally fucked up. But then I saw the twins making love, just like you watched Mark and Jamie, and I saw what love was like. And a bit later, standing right here in this very spot, I saw Randy come home from work, in a rage, and watched him fuck Bob.

“It was hard to watch at first, but they looked so beautiful together that I couldn’t turn away. To my surprise my dick got hard and I jerked off watching them. Hey, wait a minute – you hear that? That’s Randy’s truck, it’s more powerful than any of the others. He’s home.”

“Oh, we should go away and …”

“No, Ryan. I think you should watch this. You’ve already seen other guys make love and fuck, but these two are different. They’re not only the founders of the tribe and gorgeous alpha males, their love for each other runs real deep – it’s kinda spiritual. And even when they play rough it only increases their passion for each other. Stay and watch. It might change how you feel about love between men.

The floor-length window was open but there were sheer curtains drawn back a little. “We can hear and see everything but they won’t notice us standing here. Even if they did they wouldn’t mind, they’ll be so engrossed in each other. Just watch, Ryan. I’ll be right here with you.”

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At The Mercy Of Superman

Bob was dozing after his meditation when he heard Randy’s truck door slam. He didn’t move, just opened his eyes narrowly as he heard the gate bang open and watched Randy appear round the corner of the house and stride toward him, his fists clenched. Yep, he was in a rage alright. “Hi, Randy,” he smiled. “Good day?”

“Very funny, asshole. You keep your ear to the ground so you know damn well it was a fucking bitch of a day.” He couldn’t keep still, opening and closing his fists as he paced in front of Bob.

“I’m sorry we ever decided to bid for government contracts, those stuffed-shirt bureaucrats are fucking crazy. They know fuck all about construction but they keep coming up with damn fool changes and additions, just because they can, just because they’re wearing a damn suit. I swear to god, if I made all the changes they want the fucking building would fall to the ground. I’m so tied up in red tape I should be in a bondage movie.”

“Hm, there’s a thought, red tape … sexy.”

“Plus the crew’s under a ton of pressure. We ran out of fucking crappers today.”

“I took care of that, Randy. Two dozen toilets will be delivered tomorrow.”

Randy looked Bob in the eyes for the first time. “Fuck man I wish you’d been there with me. I lost my cool and yanked Pablo in the office and reamed his ass. That cooled me down for a minute and a half until the next crisis.”

“Randy,” Bob said calmly, “you are just feeling a bit out of your depth is all.”

Randy’s eyes blazed. “Out of my depth?! I am never out of my fucking depth, asshole. It’s those know-nothing sons-of-bitches out of their depth, drowning in a fucking sewer of stupidity. And tomorrow the asshole suits are gonna arrive in force asking damn-fool questions that make no fucking sense. I swear to god I’ll end up taking a swing at them or wringing their fucking necks. Maybe I should go back to the site and triple check everything, what d’ya think?”

Bob stood up slowly and said, “Randy … take off your clothes.”

“What? What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

Bob leveled his gaze and his eyes bore into Randy’s. I said, take off your clothes.”

That icy gaze always shocked Randy into compliance. “You mean …?”

“Do it, Randy – for me.”

The fire went out of his belly – the raging stallion was reduced to a submissive colt. Transfixed by Bob’s eyes Randy pulled off his tank top, kicked off his muddy work boots, ripped open his pants and let then drop. He stood naked in front of the man he worshipped.

“Get down on the grass there,” Bob commanded, “under the tree.”

Randy obeyed, lying on his back, his head at the trunk of the tree. Bob smiled. “I think after that rage rant I can’t take any chances. The bossman has to be tamed.”

He bent down and pulled Randy’s arms up on either side of the tree trunk. He picked up Randy’s discarded tank top, twisted it in a rope and used it to tie his wrists behind the tree. He looked down with a satisfied smile at the naked gypsy, his arms stretched on the ground like a prisoner on the rack.

Ryan had watched all this with mounting alarm, gripping Will’s arm tight. “What’s he doing? What’s he doing to Randy?”

“It’s called bondage, dude. There’s a lot of that goes on around here. But don’t worry, Randy loves it – the feeling of a dominant man being helpless, at the mercy of Superman. It’s just what he needed and Bob knew that. Don’t worry, this won’t be the rough stuff. Just watch.”

Randy looked up at Bob towering over him, barefoot in white T-shirt and jeans. “Fuck, man, I need you so bad.”

“I know you do, Randy. So you have me, now and always.” He flashed the smile that always melted Randy. “Or more exactly right now, I have you.”

Bob didn’t move. He just stood over Randy, his muscled chest and abs etched under the white fabric stretched over his torso. His lats tapered down in a V from his broad shoulders to his slim waist at the beltless jeans, the shirt’s short sleeves pushed back by the bulge of his biceps that flexed slightly as Randy gazed up at him.

Randy squirmed, tugged at his bound wrists above him and moaned, “Dammit, man, you are so fucking gorgeous. I want you so bad. Tell me you love me, buddy. Say it, please, I need to hear it.”

Bob smiled. “I love you Randy, body and soul, you know that. I always will, and I will take care of you just as you take care of me. I know you had a rotten day but now I’m gonna make that all go away.” He reached behind is own neck and pulled up on the T-shirt that slid up from his waist, over the ridges of his eight-pack abs, then up over the perfect mounds of his pecs.

He pulled it off over his head and smiled down at his captive. Staring up at the handsome superman stripped to the waist in beltless jeans, Randy pulled more desperately at his bound wrists. “God I love you, Bob. Please, fuck me, man. I have to feel you inside me.”

“Well what the hell else did you think I was gonna do to you, dummy? Of course I’m gonna fuck you. It’s my favorite thing in the world, ploughing the King of the Gypsies and making him beg for my juice in his ass.

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“And That, Ryan, is love.”

Still keeping piercing eye contact Bob knelt on the ground and pushed Randy’s legs back. He pursed his lips to spit on his cock but Randy said, “No … I wanna really feel it, man.”

Will whispered to Ryan, “It’s what’s known as a dry fuck, dude. You only do that to punish someone or, like these two, to someone you really, really love.”

Bob pressed the head of his cock against Randy’s hole and smiled. “Now I’m gonna make you forget all the stress and strain of your day. That’s all bullshit – this is reality.”

Randy’s eyes opened wide as he felt his lover’s cock enter him and slowly ease deeper and deeper in his ass. Tears came to his eyes as he gazed up at the handsome, chiseled features, and the muscular body rising and falling over him, his cock filling his ass. He wanted to touch Bob and strained at his wrists, but the feeling of helplessness, of being at the mercy of this beautiful man, only intensified his lust.

“Relax, buddy,” Bob said softly. “Give yourself to me – all of yourself.” Randy felt the tension flowing from his body as he surrendered to the exquisite sensation of his lover’s cock easing slowly in and out of him. And Bob had been right – the memory of the stressful day faded away and the only reality was his handsome lover moving inside him.

“You see, Randy? This is really all that counts. Even if the company went completely tits up we would always have this, you and me. We could start all over, go back to living in that old motel room, but this would stay the same. You and me, we’re eternal.”

“You hear that, Ryan?” Will said as they watched in awe from the window. “That’s why I wanted you to watch – to find out what love really means.”

“Will Bob cum inside Randy?”

“Of course, but all in good time. Watch their eyes … you’ll see…”

They stayed joined for a long time, reveling in the carnal pleasures of lust and love, until the boys heard Bob say, “You’re ready, I can feel it, buddy. You are so incredibly handsome, that dark, swarthy face and those pale blue eyes, the most beautiful blue I’ve ever seen. And mine are brown, remember? I’ll make you remember.”

Their eyes penetrated each other and seemed to glow as they entered their private magical world where love infused everything and nothing intruded. It was just them and their love, their whole existence. “This is the real world, Randy, our world, and it will always be there waiting for us, even when all the rest crumbles to dust. And now I’m gonna make you cum, buddy. You know I can, because you want it so much.”

“Yeah, make me, stud. Let me feel you flood my ass and make me bust my load. Please, man … I love you … so fucking much.”

“OK, buddy, here it comes. I love you Randy … I love you … aaah.” His body flexed his eyes shone, and his cock erupted deep inside Randy, whose body writhed as he pulled at his restraints and howled. His cock reared up and blasted semen up so high it splashed on Bob’s chest, then dripped back down on Randy’s face and body.

After the echo of their shouts died away there was silence. It was as if time stood still, nothing moved, even the breeze died. Then Bob freed Randy whose face broke into a dazzling smile. “Come here you sexy son of a bitch,” he said. He pulled Bob down on top of him and their lips joined in a voracious, passionate kiss.”

When at last they separated Bob said, “And tomorrow, Randy, I will be right beside you at the inspection. I’ll answer their finance questions while you talk nuts and bolts, rebars and I-beams. And Lloyd will be there to talk architecture. We’ll be a formidable team. After all,” Bob grinned, “you and me, Randy? No one ever says no to us.”

Will turned to Ryan. “And that, Ryan, is love,” he said as they stared down at the naked leaders of the tribe in each other’s arms. “I wanted you to see it ‘cos nobody makes love like those two. It’s hard to describe, but Bob once told me something I never forgot. Have you seen The Wizard of Oz?”

“Of course, several times.”

“Well you know that part where Dorothy’s house gets blown away and comes to land. Up to then the movie is sepia but when Dorothy opens the door she steps into the Technicolor world of Oz. Bob said that’s what falling in love is like – going from sepia to Technicolor. Up to now you have been living in a sepia world, kiddo.”

Ryan had a dreamy look in his eyes. “Do you … do you think I’ll ever find that door, Will?”

“Oh, I’m sure of it. When you least expect it. And probably sooner than you think.”

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Ryan Tells Darius His Secret

Will grinned at Ryan. “OK, kid, show’s over. Now back to reality – dinner. I’ve got a list of stuff we gotta schlep across to the second floor, so let’s get going.

Half an hour later Ryan was working beside Will in Zack and Darius’s kitchen. Will had given Ryan the required dark green apron and white chef’s hat to wear. “When I work it becomes my kitchen,” Will said authoritatively, “and my rules.”

Tyler and Finn came in. Tyler was Pablo’s boy and Finn was the ex-hustler who had been tamed by the Hispanic hunk Miguel, although master and boy still engaged in sexy hustle/client banter to spice things up. The two junior boys were best buddies and worked together as the tribe’s gardeners and landscapers. They had just come in and got cleaned up.

“Hi, Ryan,” Finn said. “Will put you to work, eh? He does that to all of us boys. Zack, Darius and Pablo are still at the construction site but they’ll be home soon. My guy Miguel is the head chef at the Ritz Carlton downtown and he’ll be here soon too. He’s a real hunk – Zack’s lover and my master. It’s still tough for me to accept that I have a master, and still give him a hard time, but I’m crazy about him.”

They helped in the kitchen a little while Will flung out instructions, and soon the door opened and in walked Darius, shirtless as always, with mud on his boots and streaks of oil and dirt on his chest. He went straight to Ryan and flung his arms round him. But then he recoiled, saying with a grin, “Oops, sorry, kiddo, I forgot – look but don’t touch, eh? Won’t happen again. Hey, you’re supposed to be a guest, not a chef, but jeez you look way cute in that outfit.

“Zack and Pablo just got home too and here’s a heads-up Tyler. You should probably get your ass over to Pablo and help him shower. It was a rough day at work, Randy was all stressed out and ploughed Pablo. So now Pablo’s real horny and needs to take it out on his boy’s ass.”

“Oh right, thanks Darius,” Tyler grinned and scurried out of the room.

Finn frowned. “What did you mean just then, Darius – look but don’t touch?”

“Didn’t you know?” Darius grinned. “Ryan don’t have sex with guys – don’t have sex at all really. So at the table go easy on all the rough-trade sex talk you’re so good at, Finn. Some guys, like Ryan, might find it offensive.”

“I never came across anyone who did,” Finn chuckled. “It turned them all on even more.”

“Well anyway,” Will smiled, “Ryan and me just watched Bob and Randy making love so maybe Ryan’s views on man-love have eased up a bit, eh kiddo?”

Ryan blushed. “Yeah, a bit Will. I’m still kinda working it all out.”

“You do that kiddo,” Darius smiled, ruffling his hair. “I gotta go get cleaned up.” He left, and Finn went back to his room to get ready to welcome Miguel back home. Ryan looked troubled and asked, “Will, is it OK if I go out for just a minute? Won’t take long.” Will said of course he could and Ryan went out to catch up with Darius in the corridor.

“Er, sir …” Darius spun round and smiled. “Can’t get enough of me, eh, kiddo? What can I do for you?”

Ryan blushed deeply and he was trembling but he plucked up his courage and ploughed on. “Sir, what you said about me not having any sex at all and being offended by Finn’s sex talk Well … that’s not true, sir. As a matter of fact, last night …”

He faltered, wanting to run away, but he had come this far and there was no turning back. “Well, sir, last night in bed I remembered watching you and Pablo and especially, right after he had cum, how you had stood over him and … and jerked off in his face.” He faltered again.

“And …?” Darius asked gently.

“Well, sir, I wondered what it felt like for Pablo, so I … so I kind of put myself in his place and imagined you standing over me and shooting your cum all over me …” He was trembling even harder now and his voice trailed off.”

“And how did it feel, kid? Come on, you can tell me.”

It came out in a rush. “Well, sir, I jerked off thinking about it and came all over the shorts Jamie had lent me. I felt guilty and ran to the bathroom to wash out the shorts so Jamie wouldn’t know and of course I never told anyone – except Will. I told him but I told him it didn’t mean anything, it was just a one off, and I would never do it again. But when you said that ‘look don’t touch’ thing and I never had sex, I just wanted you to know that …. I … I …”

Darius looked down at the boy in his apron, his earnest face blushing under his chef’s hat, and he realized what courage it took for the kid to say all this. His heart went out to him, he wanted to comfort him but Ryan said, “I … I gotta go, sir. Will needs me, so I …” As he was leaving he turned his head and said, “I just wanted you to know, sir.” He ran out and back to the kitchen.

Darius had glimpsed something new in the boy, a spark of defiance, defending his reputation against something he saw as inaccurate. Hm, Darius smiled to himself, there may be more to this boy than meets the eye.

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Zack’s Advice

After his shower Darius joined Zack on the balcony for cocktails as they often did before dinner. It was a sort of tradition, gave them a chance to unwind and talk about their day.

“Things went pretty good over at our sites,” Zack said, “but I heard you had it rough at the new division. Maybe Randy’s wondering if he bit off more than he can chew with this government contract thing, though he’d never admit it of course.”

“Nah, he’ll be fine, sir. It’s just that inspection crap tomorrow and all those fucking City Hall rules and regs they throw at you. But the project’s coming along just fine – a few snafus is all. Bob will be there with him to meet the city suits, and you know Bob can charm the birds out of the trees.”

“And how about you, kid, you OK?”

“Oh sure, I’m used to Randy and his rages – water off a duck’s back to me.”

“Er, how about that boy thing you talked to me about. You still looking for a kid of your own?”

“Yeah, sure I am, sir. But I don’t wanna make any mistakes, I wanna find just the right kid. I’m looking for a young black kid, someone having a rough time, feeling all alone like I once did. I want him to be good looking, nice gym body, and into me sexually of course – a kid I can share things with, like a big brother kinda thing.”

Zack smiled. “Sounds like you’re looking for a young version of yourself. You seem to have it all worked out, kiddo …”

Darius smiled. “I hear a ‘but’ in there, Zack.”

“Well, it’s up to you, of course, but I’ll just say this. When it comes to relationships – any relationship, man/boy included – you can’t really just order up the perfect mate, like ordering form an a-la-carte menu. You’re not designing a new suit of clothes – color, shape, style. What you missed out of your list, Darius, was love. And love comes along and hits you in the face when you’re least expecting it.

“I mean, look at Hassan and Eddie. That macho Marine would never have thought of a cheeky kid like Eddie but there he was, and Hassan chose him and they’re crazy about each other.” Zack paused. “For example, how about this Thai boy Ryan? I hear you and him were getting along just fine when you showed him over the construction site. And I’ve already seen the look in his eye when he glances at you. How do you feel about him?”

“Ah no, Zack, that’s a non-starter. For one thing the kid’s a virgin, he’s never had sex with anyone, man or woman. And he told me that when he masturbates he don’t think of anything – it’s just the friction when he rubs one out.” He shrugged. “Well …except maybe …”

“Except maybe what, boy?”

“Hmm, funnily enough, just now when I went to the kitchen I kinda mentioned to the other guys that Ryan never had sex and that Finn should cool it with the rough-trade talk that he knows turns Miguel on. Well Ryan followed me out of the room and set me straight. He was nervous as hell but he wanted me to know that I was wrong, that he has had sex thinking about a guy.

“You know the day he got here he stumbled across me fucking Pablo and he remembered how I stood up and sprayed my jizz in Pablo’s face. Well, seems that last night in bed he fantasized about being in Pablo’s place and me cumming in his face, and it actually made him bust a load.”

“Well there you are then,” Zack grinned. “Look, kid, I’ll only give you one word of advice. Don’t have too many pre-set ideas. Take it nice and slow and be open to anything. When you do find a boy he’ll be yours to mold and nurture, and teach and protect. It’s a big responsibility, Darius, but often a gut feeling is your best guide.”

“Thanks Zack. One thing I’m sure about. I’m damn glad I’m your boy, sir.”

“You’re my man, Darius, and it’s high time you found yourself a boy.”

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Dinner With The Guys

At the start of dinner Zack said, “Will, you’ve done us proud again. Food looks great. Now you guys take off those aprons and hats, cute as they are, and join us. From now on you are our guests.”

Having worked with Will, Ryan was feeling far less nervous than he would have if he had come in alone as a guest. Everyone was kind to him and involved him in the conversations. But he rarely made eye contact with Darius. He was embarrassed by what he had confessed to him and was afraid it might have brought their friendship to an end.

The wine flowed as usual and when dinner was winding down and they were sitting round the table over coffee and brandy, the talk got loose and sexy. Despite Darius’s warning, Finn was indulging in the rough-trade talk that had turned customers on when he was a hustler.

It turned Miguel on too, he loved the challenge of a bad boy and when Finn said, “You know, when I was turning tricks, let me tell ya …,” Miguel said, “There he goes, more stories of turning tricks. Did you ever do two customers at a time, boy?”

Finn chuckled, “’Course I did. Why, you wanna three-way? Cost you double.”

Miguel ginned at Zack. “How about it, Zack? Think we should teach the kid a lesson, show him what it takes to service two real men? And this one comes free, no charge, on the house.” Zack went for the idea of double-teaming with his lover and, after more bawdy teasing, the three men got up, said thanks to Will and goodbye to Ryan and left for the master suite.

And so the party broke up. Pablo said, “Tyler, with your buddy Finn gone that means you’ll be sleeping alone kiddo. Except you won’t. After the day I’ve had I need some tender loving care, and I’m gonna come looking for that in your room, kiddo. Come on, let’s say good night to these guys and hit the sack.” Tyler’s eyes were shining as Pablo led him out of the room.

“Dudes,” Will said to Darius and Ryan, “it’s real late and I gotta get over to the twins, they’ll be waiting up for me. Darius, OK if I leave all this stuff here and clean it up in the morning?”

“Sure, Will. And thanks for a terrific meal, you’re the best. Be sure and send us your bill.”

Will hugged Ryan. “Thanks for your help, dude. I assume you’re staying the night here – you can’t drive after all that wine. So see you at breakfast, kiddo.”

There was an uncomfortable silence after Darius and Ryan were left alone. “Look, kid,” Darius said at last, “there’s a couch over there you can have, but I’ll be sleeping alone in the great big king-size bed I usually share with Pablo. I think you should bunk in there. And forget all that stuff we talked about earlier … I give you my word that I won’t touch you. How about it?”

Ryan frowned. “Sir, after what I told you …”

“No, it’s forgotten. A one-off like you said. I wouldn’t sleep well thinking of you out here on that narrow couch. So what do you say?”

Ryan hesitated. “Well, I guess … OK, sir.”

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At Last!

As he followed Darius into his bedroom Ryan was trembling with anxiety mixed with just a hint of excitement. This was all so new that it scared him, although the idea of sharing a bed with this man gave him an oddly warm sensation deep down that he had never felt before.

His mind flashed on images of couples he had seen making love – Darius and Pablo, Mark and Jamie, and just hours ago Randy and Bob. He certainly would never do anything like that with Darius, absolutely not, and he trusted Darius’s promise that he would not lay a hand on him.

He stood in the middle of the bedroom unsure what to do next, but his fear lessened when he saw that Darius was matter-of-fact about the whole thing. To him it was just bedtime, that’s all.

Darius pulled off his black T-shirt, stretched his arms and yawned. “Damn, what a day. I’m bushed. Hope you don’t mind, kid, but I go commando in bed.” Ryan gave a puzzled frown and Darius grinned, “No underwear, naked as nature intended. Love the freedom, you should try it.”

Still Ryan didn’t move as Darius kicked off his boots, ripped open his jeans and let them drop. He had nothing on underneath and his thick ten-inch cock flopped out and swung between his thighs. Ryan took a startled step back but he needn’t have worried – Darius only had eyes for the bed. “Damn that pillow looks good.” He pulled back the sheets and threw himself on the bed’

Ryan stared down at the naked black jock sprawled on the white sheet, his muscular body gleaming in the moonlight that streamed through the window. He felt a pang of disappointment when Darius pulled the sheet up over him, his body suddenly hidden from view. Darius grinned, “Well don’t just stand there like a bump on a log, kid. Climb in and get some sleep.” He turned on his side and lay on his half of the bed with his back to where Ryan was standing.

Feeling less embarrassed now that Darius was not looking at him Ryan pulled off his T-shirt and dropped his cargo shorts. He was wearing boxer briefs underneath and he hesitated now. He was about to get in bed but at the last minute he took off the boxers and quickly got on the bed naked and pulled the sheet over him.

He turned on his side with his back to Darius. What Darius had said was true, there was plenty of room for two, but still Ryan hugged the edge of the bed … just to be sure. Feeling the soft coolness of the sheet touching his naked body he closed his eyes with a sigh.

But sleep wouldn’t come. Too many thoughts were racing through his mind, especially the spectacle of Bob and Randy making love. He had never thought love could be like that – so powerful that it seemed to heal everything, all of Randy’s stress and frustration.

But most of Ryan’s agitation now came from being so close to Darius, lying naked only a few feet away. He was not scared of what Darius might do to him, not at all. He was nervous now about what he himself would do.

He kept flashing on images of the handsome black man – Darius looking down at him with those smiling green eyes … Darius striding shirtless around the construction site … Darius roaring with laughter with his buddies … Darius affectionately squeezing his shoulder, ruffling his hair and kissing him. And of course, Darius standing over Pablo and spraying him with semen. Darius, always Darius.”

Trying to clear his mind he changed position, wriggling back from the edge of the bed. He was shocked when their backs touched and he jolted forward as if from an electric shock. Worse still, his cock jolted too. It had been hard ever since he saw Darius sprawled naked and now he almost came. There was only one thing for it. He had to go to the bathroom and jack off.

Carefully he eased toward the edge of the bed, but he dragged the sheet off Darius and heard him say, “What’s the matter, kid? Can’t sleep?”

“No, I …” his voice caught and he cleared his throat. “Sir, I was just going to the bathroom. It’ll only take a few minutes.” That was the giveaway – ‘a few minutes?” No one said that when they just needed to pee. Darius grinned and turned over to face Ryan’s back. “Kiddo, look at me.” Ryan turned over and found himself staring into the smiling green eyes.

“Listen, kid, I don’t want there to be any secrets between us. Now tell me the truth … were you going to the bathroom to jerk off.”

Ryan blushed and tears came to his eyes. “Sir, I … I … yes I was, sir. Sorry sir.”

“No need to say sorry, kiddo. Lots of guys jerk off when they get into bed. I do … takes away the stress and helps me sleep. So of course you can go and do it. And when you come out I’ll go in there and do the same. But don’t that sound just a bit weird to you, boy? Serial jack-offs?

“I got a better idea. You know what you told me about earlier, you last night rubbing one out imagining me standing over you, like I did to Pablo? Well let’s do that – not a fantasy, the real thing.” Darius flashed a smile. How about it, kiddo?”

“Oh, I’m not sure, sir. I don’t think …”

“That’s your problem, kid, you think too much. Just relax and go with the flow … feel it, don’t think it. Look, I said I wouldn’t lay a hand on you and I meant it, I won’t touch you. But I don’t need too.” Darius suddenly sprang to his feet and stood over him, just as he had in Ryan’s dreams, buck naked, his huge cock swinging between his legs.

“Not bad eh?” Darius smiled, flexing his arms in a playful bodybuilder pose. “You know, I get lots of praise for the way I look but you’re one of the only guys who never complimented me. Don’t you like the way I look?”

“I … I love it, sir. You look … perfect, sir. I was always too scared to say so.”

“Hey, kiddo, never be too scared to give a guy a compliment. OK, let’s get down to business. I gotta bust a load so I can get to sleep. You do what you want to do. No pressure.”

Darius wrapped his fist round his cock and stroked it, slowly at first, but accelerating as it got harder. Ryan watched mesmerized as the massive cock seemed to grow the harder it got. Back-lit by moonlight the man looked like a god, his ebony muscles rippling as he pounded his shaft in his fist.

But Ryan resisted … he felt he had to. He had turned off his emotions for so long that if he did anything now it would be like giving up, it would change him … change everything. And that scared him. It was one thing to jerk off secretly to a mental image of a guy, but to do it when that guy was actually watching was going too far. He couldn’t do it … wouldn’t do it.

So even though the sight of Darius was overpowering, or because of that, he would not touch his cock, no way. Lying on his back he reached up behind him and grabbed the bars of the headboard. He squeezed them tight till his knuckles turned white, fighting the impulse to touch his cock.

Darius smiled down at him, “Hey, you know kiddo, you have a real sexy body. It’ll look great after a few sessions in the gym. You’re gonna be quite the looker, with that cute Asian face of yours. And stretched up like that you look even better.”

He grinned, “You remember Randy like that, his wrists tied behind the tree? He was Bob’s prisoner, helpless, at his mercy. That can be a great feeling, kid. I mean, imagine if you were tied like that right now, with a black muscle-stud towering over you. He’s got you captive, you belong to him. Nothing you can do but obey. I love to see a boy tied up and struggling. Do it for me, boy, that’s an order.

Drowning in the fantasy Ryan gripped the rails harder and he writhed beneath Darius. He felt like a prisoner, captured by this beautiful man, at his mercy. Reading his mind Darius said, “He’s got you now, boy, and he’s gonna use that pretty face and body. His cock’s roaring hard and he’s gonna bust a load of jizz all over you. It’s gonna splash on your body, your face, in your mouth. You’re gonna drink your master’s fucking jizz boy. You ready … you ready?’

In a trance Ryan stared up at the gleaming black muscle-jock with the massive cock, saw him tense, his muscles flex, his face fly back as he howled … and semen blasted from his cock, stream after stream that splashed down on his young prisoner.

“No,” Ryan yelled, “no, please, sir, I … aaagh …” Hanging onto the rails he struggled as he felt sperm smother his body, splash on his face and … in his mouth. He tasted it, the bitter-sweet taste … and he swallowed it as his body convulsed and his own cock reared up and exploded in the most incredible orgasm of his young life.

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The Kid’s Mine

As his heart stopped pounding Ryan wasn’t sure what had happened. He hadn’t touched his cock … but he had cum anyway, just looking up at Darius and feeling his juice pour down on him. Darius looked down and saw tears running down his cheeks. He knelt beside him and said gently, “You’re crying, kiddo. I’m sorry, I guess I got carried away – I didn’t mean to make you cry.

“I … I’m not crying because I’m sad, sir. I … I don’t know why I’m crying, sir, but I’m not sad.”

“I shouldn’t have said and done all that, Ryan, I promised you I wouldn’t. Here, I’ll get a towel to clean you up.”

“No, sir, please don’t. I like … I mean … like, I’m too tired, sir. Can I go to sleep now?”

“Of course, kid. I’m sure ready to. Now we’ve pumped away all our stress sleep should come easy this time. Just close your eyes and forget all this happened.” He bent down and brushed Ryan’s lips with his. “OK, shouldn’t a’ done that either but I couldn’t resist. Sleep well, kiddo. Pleasant dreams.”

Darius went back to his original position on his side with his back to Ryan. Lying on his back Ryan ran his fingers through the cum on his chest, then licked them. He closed his eyes and a peacefulness enveloped him that he had never experienced before. Something had happened that he … he didn’t understand …tried to work it out but … it was all so confusing … but … but … And he was asleep.

Darius listened for the boys breathing to become steady before he too closed his eyes. In a few minutes the boy rolled onto his side in his sleep toward Darius and snuggled against his back. Darius felt an arm fold over him and lay lightly across his chest.

He felt Ryan’s heart beating gently against him and smiled to himself. This kid’s mine, he thought. He don’t know it yet, but he will.”

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TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength” – Book 10: Chapter 32