Trial Of Strength (Book 10)

"STALLIONS & COLTS"

First up – the raging stallions. The macho construction bosses Randy and Zack dish out a savage ab-punching, pec-pounding, spit-roast punishment on their construction foreman, the rugged Seth, for attacking and humiliating them in front of the crew. Then came the turn of the colts – the junior boys Ryan and Tyler, potential new-boy rivals, who settle their differences with fumbling but exuberant rookie sex. 

In the previous chapter

When tough, dominant alpha males get involved in a brawl it is major news in the tribe.

It had started with Seth, a manager of one of the company’s three construction sites. In a drunken rage Seth had taken a swing at the black construction boss Zack and then, worse still, had floored Randy, the rugged gypsy boss and founder of the tribe.

The tribe’s rules demanded that Seth had to be punished – usually in a public ritual before the whole tribe. But to avoid Seth’s public humiliation, the punishment had been administered by the muscular young black foreman Darius on a remote beach with only two boys as witnesses. Darius had tied Seth up and fucked his face and his ass with his massive ten-inch cock.

Darius had involved his brand new boy Ryan in the punishment. As he had ploughed Seth’s ass Ryan had sucked his cock, forcing him to submit by cumming in Ryan’s mouth.

A video of the spectacle had been sent to the tribe’s leaders, and when Randy watched it his admiration of Seth’s machismo increased. He was always impressed by a man’s strength and endurance. “Damn, he’s taking all of that huge dick. That guy is one tough, hot son of a bitch.”

Seth’s personal penance to Randy and Zack would come later – in private, just the three alpha men. But for now it was time for the tribe to de-stress, a task made possible by their friends, the movie star Grady and his Italian lover Mario. They threw a party at the opulent Grady House for the whole tribe, and it was the first visit there for young Ryan – a visit he would never forget.

Ryan had not been told that Grady was the star of the hit Tarzan movie, a film he had seen twice and had jerked off watching Tarzan both times. When he came face to face with the handsome Grady, pulling himself out of the pool in just his loincloth, Ryan was stunned into silence, but Grady’s warm fun-loving nature soon put the boy at ease.

“Come here kiddo.” He wrapped his arms round him in a tight, wet hug. “Please don’t be nervous. Everyone’s always nervous and I want us to be real good friends.” Feeling the strong arms round him and hearing Grady’s friendly voice, Ryan slowly got over his initial shock, though he still could not believe he was in the arms of Tarzan, the magnificent man he had jerked off to gazing up at the big screen.

They talked about the movie, especially Ryan’s favorite scene where Tarzan is captured by soldiers who tie him up and work him over to get information from him. Grady laughed that he got through multiple takes of the scene by imagining that the captor’s abuse of Tarzan was sexual.

Ryan was drawn into the fantasy and they acted out a sexual version of the scene. In an explosive climax he stared down in disbelief as his cock swelled and erupted in Grady’s ass. He had fucked Tarzan! He was cumming in his ass as he lay bound and naked on the ground.

Grady leaped to his feet and pulled Ryan up into a tight hug. “You are terrific sex, kiddo, all that energy and imagination. You and Darius are gonna have such a great time – he’s a lucky man.”

In the heat of the moment Ryan’s T-shirt had been ruined. “Sorry about that, Ryan, but let’s go upstairs and find you a shirt to go with those handsome board shorts Darius gave you.

Ryan was stunned by the interior of the opulent house as they went up to the master suite on the second floor. In the huge walk-in closet there seemed to be an endless array of shirts grouped by color, and Grady said, “Let’s see, now… how about one of these Hawaiian shirts? They’d look great with your shorts. It’s the least I can do after that incredible fuck.

Just then there was an insistent knock at the door. It was Grady’s boy Brian in his wheelchair. “Sir, can me and Darius come in? There’s something you gotta see.”

“Of course, kid, you know you can.” Brian wheeled himself in followed by Darius who flashed a smile at his boy. “Not interrupting anything I hope.”

“No, sir, we’ve finished.” He flung his arms round Darius and his eyes sparkled. “I fucked Tarzan, sir … in the ass,”

Darius laughed. “Well I should think so! A boy of mine meets the King of the Jungle, of course he fucks him. I would.”

“Any time you like, big guy,” Grady grinned. “OK, so what’s all this we gotta see, Brian?”

“Over here, sir, come to the window.”

All four went to the window and looked down at the secluded patch of lawn, the scene of many previous sexual encounters. Randy and Zack were there … and then Seth appeared.

“This is it, sir,” Brian said excitedly. “We all know Seth got punished by Darius and Ryan, but we also knew that Randy and Zack had to have their private revenge on him for slugging them both. This is the first time they’ve met since Seth stormed off the construction site. Look at them circling round each other – real tense. And we’ve got a ringside seat.”

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Bob Sets The Scene

The two men and their boys – Grady and Brian, Darius and Ryan – watched from the upstairs window as the scene unfolded below them on the lawn.

The dark rugged gypsy Randy and the muscular black construction boss Zack with the shaved head circled round Seth, the brawny construction site manager who, in a drunken rage, had assaulted both of them. Seth had already been ritually punished by Darius but now came the turn of the men he had knocked to the ground, a humiliation in front of their crew.

Upstairs the four onlookers were joined by Grady’s lover Mario, and by Bob, the founder and leader of the tribe and Randy’s lover. Nervous young Ryan was pleased to see the handsome, much-respected Bob who had always been kind and helpful to him. “Sir,” he said anxiously, “they’re not gonna hurt Seth bad are they?”

Bob placed a comforting hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Ryan, they all know what they’re doing. See, men like that – tough macho alpha males – live by their own rules. It’s the same with the other senior men of the tribe, like Mark, Hassan and Pete, but even more so with the three men down there as they are all construction workers. Muscular strength is what drives them each day. They’re all dominant men, natural leaders who don’t take shit from anyone.”

Bob smiled, “Young Eddie calls it the Brotherhood of Butch. He has a cute name for everything, and that one pretty much sums them up. They have what you might call a code of manhood with its own rules and rituals. And when one of them gets out of line retaliation is inevitable. The offender has to get payback from the men he assaulted – it’s understood and accepted. And Seth needs it to prove his strength and endurance to the others and regain their respect.

“As Randy always says bluntly, ‘A man fucks up he gets punished and that’s an end of it, we move on.’ And that’s what’s happening down there now, Ryan. Seth will be physically beaten and degraded but the guys won’t cause any lasting injury – they know better than that. Watch.”

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The ‘Brotherhood Of Butch’

Everything that Bob had explained to Ryan was understood by the men below – no words were needed. They were all shirtless in jeans and boots, their stubbled jaws clenched, muscular bodies flexed in anticipation of the action to come.

Randy shoved Seth back against a tree and Zack grabbed his wrists from behind. Zack raised one leg and pressed his boot against the trunk of the tree. He leaned back and pulled Seth’s arms so they stretched painfully backward. Held captive against the tree his naked chest was exposed to Randy whose steel blue eyes glared at him

Seth looked defiantly at the swarthy gypsy face, his shaggy black hair hanging almost to his shoulders. “Fuck you, man,” Randy growled. He raised his arm and slammed the back of his hand across one cheek, then the palm across the other. Seth’s stubbled face thrashed from side to side under the double blows, then stared defiantly at Randy. “That all you got, stud?”

Randy took a step back, clenched his fist and slammed it into Seth’s flexed washboard abs. He gasped and his face fell forward in pain. Randy grabbed his tousled hair, pushed his head back against the tree and held it there as he gut-punched him repeatedly, his vengeful blue eyes penetrating him. Seth howled in pain and when at last Randy stepped back Seth’s face slumped forward coughing and choking, his arms still stretched back pulled taught by Zack.

“OK, Zack, I’ve done what I needed to do – your turn.” Randy walked behind the tree and took Zack’s place, his leg bent, boot braced against the tree, gripping Seth’s wrists and pulling his arms back. Seth now faced the sculpted ebony features and fierce gray eyes of Zack.

“You had this coming, man,” Zack growled and raised his arm. Seth flinched, bracing for a fist to the jaw in retaliation for the punch he had thrown at Zack. But instead the blow landed on his chest, followed by a savage bout of pec punching. To withstand the onslaught Seth flexed his pecs so they were rock solid, but still Zack’s brute strength took its toll. At first he met Zack’s gaze defiantly but the attack on his pecs lasted so long he ended up howling in pain until Zack had mercy on the suffering man and stood back.

Upstairs Ryan had grabbed Darius’s arm, and Brian sat between Grady and Mario holding their hands. When Zack pulled back Bob breathed a sigh of relief. “The worst is over, guys,” he said, to reassure the boys. “There had to be a ritual punishment first where the guys paid Seth back blow for blow, fist for fist. What comes next is still technically punishment and humiliation but, though they would never admit it, all three men will get off on it sexually.”

Bob’s words lessened the tension in the room as they watched the next act of the drama play out. Grady’s eyes sparkled as he glanced at Mario. He loved being a witness to this, to lose himself in this private world of complex sexual relationships between men and boys.

Zack was behind Seth forcing his arms back up behind him in a double hammerlock. In front of him Randy closed his hand round Seth’s throat and his pale blue eyes bore into him with an unspoken understanding felt by both alpha men. Still holding his throat Randy leaned forward and their mouths closed in a fierce, grinding kiss.

The kiss was at once physical, mental and spiritual, not exactly a Judas kiss but one that implied dominance, retribution and respect bordering on homoerotic love between dominant men. When Randy pulled back he said, “You know what has to happen, stud. On your knees.”

Zack released Seth who sank submissively to his knees and leaned forward on all fours. Randy knelt on the ground behind him and Zack knelt in front of his head, each one yanking his cock out of his jeans. The spectators were turned on by the very sight of the muscled construction worker kneeling in surrender to the gypsy and the black construction boss.

Never one for foreplay Randy got right down to work. He pulled Seth’s jeans down below his ass and grabbed his hips from behind. He pressed the head of his cock against his ass … and drove it in hard and dry. Seth bucked like a stallion and his scream shook the awestruck spectators at the window.

As Randy started to pound his ass in one of his notoriously savage fucks Seth’s head thrashed wildly until Zack grabbed his shaggy hair, pulled his face back and shoved his huge black cock in his mouth, stifling his screams. And so, in a pornographic display of savage man-on-man lust, Seth was spit-roasted.

Randy loved a no-holds-barred fuck, ploughing the ass of a man as tough as himself, a man who could take it. The supreme fuck was his lover Bob, the ultimate alpha male with his superman face and chiseled physique. Seth was a different specimen of a man but as tough as Randy so he could hammer his ass as hard and rough as he liked.

Zack’s satisfaction came from working with Randy, a man he loved and admired, even though they had had their own fights in the past, like dominant stags battling for supremacy of the herd. Now as he grinned across Seth’s body at Randy their sense of brotherhood was more intense than ever, fucking the same man in unison.

As for Seth, he considered this an initiation into the brotherhood. The guys knew he could give as good as he was getting, but by enduring this merciless double-teaming he was proving that he was as tough and virile as the others, an equal in strength and resilience, a man worthy of their respect and admiration.

The onlookers had a sense of peering into another world, a homoerotic world of elite men at the peak of their masculinity – three muscular construction workers fucking their brains out.

Seth suffered mightily as the bosses’ cocks pounded his ass and face, but even a man as tough and long-suffering as Seth ultimately had his physical limits. And such were the sexual skills of Randy and Zack that they each sensed he was close to his pain threshold. Randy grinned at Zack. ”What d’ya say, big guy. You think he’s had enough? Time to show mercy?”

“Yeah, let’s put him out of his misery. But I wanna watch him submit. Cumming inside him would be too easy.”

“You are a mean mother-fucker, old buddy. But I can dig it.” Together they suddenly pulled out of his ass and his mouth and left Seth shuddering on his hands and knees, coughing and choking, with tears streaming down his face.

Randy pressed his boot on his ass and shoved him forward flat on the ground. He stood next to Zack some distance away and said, “OK, you’re a tough son-of-a-bitch physically, man, but let’s see if your mind is as strong as your body. Let’s see a real submission … let’s see if you can bury that macho pride and crawl to the men you assaulted.”

Seth knew that this degrading act would clinch his image of an alpha male equally strong in body and spirit … and he began to drag his battered body over the ground toward them, shirtless with his jeans round his knees. Upstairs the youngsters Ryan and Brian gripped the hands of their men tighter as they watched Seth’s final humiliation. “It’s OK, kids,” Bob said softly. “It’s almost over.”

When Seth was close to the men Randy said, “On your knees stud and look at us.” Seth obeyed and stared up at the fierce faces of the gypsy and the black construction boss, both of them stroking their rigid cocks. “OK, the final penance,” Randy said. “You can make amends and prove you are truly our brother in the final act of submission. You know what that is, stud.”

Seth grabbed his already hard cock and stroked it, gazing up at the men’s rugged faces and muscled bodies, knowing that this is what he wanted most – to be accepted as their brother. It was clear to the spectators at the window that the climax was approaching as the three men pounded their cocks and stared into each other’s eyes.

It was in this gaze that their brotherhood was defined, a blend of mutual respect, admiration, lust … and love between alpha men. Approaching his orgasm Seth said loud and clear, “I submit to you guys. I don’t wanna fight you … I wanna join you. Fuck, I’m gonna cum … I’m gonna cum … aaagh!” His body jerked, muscles flexed and a stream of juice blasted from his cock and splashed down on the men’s boots – a penance and an offering of peace.

That offer was accepted as Randy grinned down. “You are one hot fucking stud, man, taking everything me and my buddy threw at you. What d’ya say, Zack. Is he one of us?”

“Damn straight he is. Let’s show him, Randy. You ready …? Yeaahh!” They pounded their cocks harder and howled in unison as jizz blasted down on Seth’s upturned face and open mouth. He swallowed hard and cum poured down his face, over his stubbled jaw and dripped on his heaving chest. When the deluge stopped the men bent down, pulled him to his feet and kissed him in turn.

As he stood between them the men grabbed his wrists and Randy pulled them round to face the house. They raised his arms high like a triumphant fighter and Randy grinned up at the window.

The men and boys cheered and Bob laughed. “Trust Randy. He always knows when he’s got an audience and he plays to the gallery.”

“Outstanding,” Grady shouted and gave his Tarzan yell. His eyes dancing, he hugged Brian and Mario and said, “OK, guys, let’s party. Time to get this show on the road.”

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Will & Ryan Gossip

That phase of Seth’s rehabilitation had meant to be private and – well – it had been semi-private, watched only by four men and two boys. The main crowd was gathered in a different part of the garden by the pool and had not seen the action, though they had heard the shouts and guessed that Seth’s penance was in progress.

And when the three men finally appeared it was clear from their camaraderie that Seth had withstood his trial of strength in triumph, especially when they stripped naked and dived into the pool together.

The mood became even more festive when Grady and Mario came out with Brian. The crowd had heard Grady’s jubilant Tarzan yell and his sparkling eyes were proof he had witnessed the whole homoerotic act. “All is right with the world,” he laughed. “So let the games begin.”

Darius had his arm round Ryan who was looking around anxiously for Will. Darius said, “Go check on your buddy, kid. He’s been working in the kitchen and must be worried.”

At that moment Will appeared from the house and Ryan ran up to him. “It’s OK, dude, Darius and me saw everything from Grady’s window, and your dad was wonderful. He impressed the hell out of Randy and Zack and they’re like a big macho three-way team now. Bob thinks Randy might even promote him, and he’ll sure be the star of the show around here.”

Will smiled with relief. “I thought you were the star of the show, Ryan, after helping your man Darius in Seth’s punishment scene at the beach.”

“Ah, I guess there’s only room for one hero at a time, Will. Me, I’m still trying to be just one of the boys. You’ve already helped me with that. So tell me, what’s going on and how can I help?”

“OK, so it works like this. There are four chefs here – Danny, of course ‘cos it’s his kitchen, then the twins and me. Mario and Grady don’t want anyone to be shut up in the kitchen all day missing the fun, so we take it in turns. The twins work together, then Danny and me take over.

I love preparing the food in the kitchen, it’s my favorite place to be, but the other junior boys – Ben, and Pablo’s boy Tyler – pitch in too. That’s where you could help us. Out here Danny’s boyfriend Tommy is in charge ‘cos he used to be a party planner at the hotel he worked at before being hired as Doc Steve’s house manager. Brandon assists him, and Brian too, of course, as he’s the houseboy here, as well as Grady’s boy.

So that’s pretty much the batting order and it works well. Right now the twins are doing their shift in the kitchen so I’ve got some time off. Come and sit with me and we’ll have a good old gossip about all the guys now that the tribe’s gathered together.”

“Yeah, it can be real confusing,” Ryan said. “I still can’t work out who’s who – can’t keep the names straight.”

Just then Will’s dad Seth came over, dripping wet from the pool. “Hey, kiddo, just wanted to let you know that everything turned out great. Randy and Zack did their thing and guess what – Randy promoted me from manager to boss over one of the construction sites. He’s in charge of the new site and Zack has the third. So, kid, you’re now the son of a construction boss, how d’you like them apples?”

Will threw is arms round the brawny, soaking body. “I’m so happy for you, dad. Maybe sometime soon you and me can celebrate – you can show me what kind of a boss you are.”

“Already on the agenda, kid,” Seth grinned. “Just you and me, eh? But right now I gotta check on Danny … show him there are no bones broken.” He kissed Will, then wended his way through the crowd amid a wave of congratulations from the men.”

Will and Ryan made their way to the bar by the pool where Tommy was officiating. Ryan was still in awe of the stunning blond gymnast who greeted them with a dazzling smile. “Hey Ryan, I haven’t seen much of you yet. But rumor has it you’re a hero surrounded by heroes – your man Darius and Will’s dad. When you finally get up to the Doc’s house we’ll drink to that. So what can I get you guys now?”

“Just lemonade for me, Tommy,” Will said. “No alcohol yet, I’m on duty soon with the other chefs doing lunch, and there’s nothing worse than a drunken chef.” Tommy gave them a whole pitcher and they made their way to a small table with a full view of the raucous gathering.”

Ryan loved spending time with Will who had been so kind to him when he first got hired in the tribe’s office. He had been shy and nervous then, wondering if he would ever become Darius’s boy. Now they settled down for a good gossip. Ryan asked a ton of questions about various men and their boys and Will gave him the whole back story.

“Working in the kitchen,” Will said, “you get to see all the comings and goings and you hear all the gossip and rumors. Eddie’s the guy to go to, he knows everything that happens, sometimes even before it happens.

“Take Mark and Jaime, for example. A real love match that one, the cop and his surfer boy, except when Mark got cop burnout and was real distant with everyone including Jamie. That took some sorting out I can tell you but now they’re like doves in a nest – until the next time. Mark’s a cop after all and sometimes it sours his mood, even with Jamie”

Just then Tyler came hurrying by carrying a pile of dishes. “Everything under control in the kitchen, Tyler?” Will asked.

“Yeah, just fine,” Tyler said abruptly, deliberately ignoring Ryan.

As he rushed away Ryan looked at Will and frowned. “Yeah,” Will said, “I meant to warn you about that. See, here’s the story with Tyler. He became Pablo’s boy when he dropped out of a tree – literally, I kid you not. Pablo and a bunch of guys were at Uncle Mike’s place in Palm Springs playing sex games in the garden and Tyler was spying on them from a tree when the branch broke and Tyler fell at Pablo’s feet.

“Ever since then he has been Pablo’s devoted boy. He boasts about Pablo being ‘the boss’s boy’, and it’s true that Pablo is not only Randy’s boy but his adopted son. But in Tyler’s insecure mind that’s all he’s got going for himself. He’s the shyest of the junior boys and thinks being a gardener makes him low boy on the totem pole.

“Pablo’s longtime lover, of course, is Darius, and now Darius has his own boy – you – who Tyler sees as a threat. Tyler hangs out a lot with Pablo and Darius – almost as if he’s boy to both of them. But now he’s scared you’ll replace him.”

“Which explains the cold shoulder he just gave me,” said Ryan.

“Yeah and not only that. He’s also jealous that you are a computer whiz who ‘saved the company’, as Randy said after you impressed the City inspectors with your cybersecurity knowhow. Not to mention your new status after you helped Darius punish Seth.”

“Wow,” Ryan frowned, “I feel real sorry for Tyler, dude. I know what it’s like to be shy and insecure. I was that way until Darius asked me to be his boy and pumped up my self-confidence. What do you think I should do, Will?”

“Hard to say – nothing for now, I think. Maybe he’ll realize how dumb he’s being about the whole thing. Or maybe something will happen to give you an opening to make friends with him.”

Suddenly Will looked up and said, “Hey, they’re setting up the tables for lunch. That’s my cue for getting back to the kitchen – it’s crunch time, all hands on deck. You wanna come and help?”

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What’s The Matter With Tyler?

Eagerly Ryan followed Will to the kitchen where Will gave him a dark green apron and chef’s hat. Each house had its own color – Danny was in burgundy for the Grady House, Tommy in navy blue for Doc Steve’s house, and the twins and Will in the dark green of the tribe’s compound. Ryan’s dark green apron made him feel like part of the team, which had been Bob’s idea in instituting the tradition. Bob was a great believer in teamwork.

There were two kitchens in the Grady House, each now a hive of activity which looked like controlled chaos. In fact it was highly structured with Danny in charge of the main kitchen and the twins in charge of the other.

Every boy had his assigned job, with Brandon and Brian ferrying dishes and food outside on their wheelchair tray tops. Bob and Mario kept a discreet eye on the whole operation from a safe distance, careful to not get in the way.

“Like a well-oiled machine wouldn’t you say, Mario?” Bob smiled.

“Alla perfezione, amico … how do you say … like clockwork?”

“That pretty much nails it, Mario. Your English gets better and better – just don’t lose that sexy Italian accent.”

“I wouldn’t dare – it’s what Grady loves about me – among other things,” Mario grinned playfully. “Do you think he’s having a good time, amico?”

Bob knew that Grady’s happiness was Mario’s main aim in life. “He’s having a blast, my friend. When we were upstairs he was thrilled to spy on the three construction workers going at it. For him it was like being at the movies instead of in one.”

Ryan fitted in well, following instructions thrown at him by the chefs. Tyler was in the thick of things too but he was still pointedly ignoring Ryan, even when they were side by side chopping vegetables. A couple of times Tyler bumped into him and it was clearly not by accident – he was shoving him out of the way. Will noticed and grinned at Ryan. “Hang in there dude.”

Lunch was served outdoors buffet style as they were such a large crowd, with several tables groaning under the weight of the rich assortment of food. The guys helped themselves and sat on both sides of a long table set up on the big lawn by the pool, with Grady and Mario at the top and bottom. When everyone was seated Grady stood up and banged a knife on his glass.

“Gentlemen … gentlemen. Mario and I are thrilled to welcome you to our humble home.” Derisive laughter greeted that description of the opulent house and Grady grinned, “Well OK, maybe not so humble, thanks to Tarzan who keeps the money rolling in. But most important, where are the guys who have been working in the kitchen like galley slaves?”

All four chefs came forward and lined up in a row, with Brian and Brandon at either end in their wheelchairs. “Gentlemen, please give it up for our wonderful, gorgeous, sexy chefs – as delicious as the gourmet food they prepared.”

To thunderous applause the chefs performed the time-honored ritual of raising their chef’s hats high, then sweeping them down in a low theatrical bow while Brian and Brandon did dizzying wheelies at the ends of the row.

“And also to our expert party planner Tommy and his young helpers.” More cheers as they took their bows and then seated themselves at table. And the raucous meal began.

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Good Advice From Bob

The tribe was at its best at these gatherings. All the hard work of the past week, the problems and setbacks were swept away in the current of good cheer and lighthearted fun created by their handsome hosts, the irrepressible Grady and his gracious Italian lover Mario.

Today in particular was a celebratory event as the feud between Randy, Zack and Seth had been resolved. Battles between senior men always unsettled the tribe and the happy outcome was a relief to Seth’s boys Danny and Will. The extent of the relief was equaled by the level of noise and laughter that increased as the wine flowed.

There was only one very small cloud – and it hung over Ryan. He was sitting opposite Darius and Bob who, in a lull of the noise, said, “You seem unusually thoughtful, Ryan. Something to do with Seth or Will?”

“No, sir, they’re both doing great.” Bob and Darius looked at him with raised eyebrows, expecting more, which Ryan knew he had to give.

“Well, sirs, it’s nothing really. But Pablo’s boy Tyler is not speaking to me, like I’ve done something bad to him. He won’t even look at me. Will explained the problem. Seems he’s a little bit jealous of me now I’m Darius’s boy and afraid I might somehow come between him and Pablo. Of course there’s no way I would ever do that, but I’m sorry he dislikes me.”

Darius bristled. “Dammit, I’ll have a word to Palo about that, tell him to lick his boy into shape. No one in this tribe is gonna disrespect a boy of mine.”

“Hmm, steady on Darius,” Bob said. “You know one of Randy’s rules is that when masters are fighting it’s just between them, and their boys do not get involved. That way the rivalry doesn’t trickle down. Well I think it works the other way too. If the boys have a disagreement the masters should not interfere. Leave it to the boys to sort it out – unless of course it gets serious.

“But this is a fairly minor misunderstanding on Tyler’s part. Ryan, you are a good boy and you’ve already learned a lot from Darius and, I flatter myself, from me, the twins and Will. I think you’ll find a way to become friends with Tyler. If you can’t, let me know.”

“Thank you, sir.” Suddenly they were engulfed in a wave of laughter from the other end of the table that drowned out any more discussion on the subject. But Bob’s advice had been sound, as always, and Ryan was soon to find the opening he needed to approach Tyler.

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Ryan & Tyler Sort Things Out

The meal, predictably, went on for a long time. When at last it was time to clear away, the boys went into action and the gathering broke up into small groups sitting around, wandering the grounds or sunning themselves in the pool. This was the most relaxed and enjoyable part of a Grady House party where men who met seldom were able to swap news and opinions and get to know each other better.

Grady and Mario kept an eye on their guests’ needs, and there was an open bar near the pool where men could serve themselves – which most of them did.

Ryan was among the boys who helped clear the table and tidy the kitchen. Tyler was there too but was still avoiding eye-contact with his supposed rival. When the kitchen crew relaxed and headed out to the garden to join the others, Ryan saw Tyler going off on his own.

Ryan followed him at a safe distance to a quiet corner of the grounds, where Tyler sat on the grass leaning against a tree and pulled out his cell phone. Ryan watched from behind a bush, feeling guilty about spying on him but wanting so much to approach him. At least he had a chance to get a good look at Tyler while he scrolled through his phone.

Like most of the boys Tyler was wearing board shorts, with a pale blue T-shirt that matched his eyes. Ryan guessed (correctly) that Pablo had bought the clothes for him. Will had said that Tyler was devoted to the young stud mechanic and wore whatever Pablo told him to wear.

It was obviously that under the clothes was a lithe young body, well-defined after (Ryan guessed correctly again) many sessions in the gym with his idol Pablo. As he frowned over his phone Ryan could see why Pablo had made Tyler his boy, with his sexy freckled face and tousled brown hair. Ryan even felt his own cock stir in his shorts but quickly dismissed it, putting it down to being around so many hot guys all day.

Standing behind the bush Ryan didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t just burst in on him, and he was about to turn away when Tyler muttered, “Fuck … fuck,” and prodded angrily at the screen of his phone. Ah, trouble with an electronic device, Ryan thought – his expertise. This was his opening, and he strolled casually into the clearing and acted surprised at seeing Tyler. “Hey, dude, what’s up? Having trouble with your phone? Can I help?”

Tyler flung the phone into the long grass. “Damn thing’s gone blank, and no I don’t need your help. I know you’re this computer whiz who ‘saved the company’, but that don’t impress me.”

“I wasn’t trying to impress you, dude, just offering help. And that ‘saved the company’ stuff was just Randy exaggerating. Lots of guys that day impressed the inspectors. They were working as a team and I just added what I knew about cybersecurity.”

“Yeah, yeah, and you’ve prob’ly got college degrees up your ass, but that won’t impress Pablo none. I should know, I’m his boy – and he’s the boss’s boy.”

“Dude, I’m not trying to impress Pablo – I’m Darius’s boy. And since you brought it up, no, I did not go to college, couldn’t afford it. Only reason I know so much about computers is that I lived all alone and worked on them for hours each day. I’m what they call a computer nerd. I love computers just the way you love gardening. If I needed help on what flowers to plant I’d come to you, the expert, same as I can help with your phone ‘cos I’m good at that.”

Tyler mumbled something unintelligible but at least he didn’t protest. Ryan recovered the phone from the grass and sat on the ground beside Tyler.

“Ah, this is an older iPhone 6. You should probably upgrade to a newer model. I can get you a good deal on one when you’re ready. But this one’s not fucked – you just need a hard reset. It’s real simple, see? You press the power and start buttons for ten seconds and then … bingo – back in business.”

He waited until the data came back up then, “Let’s take a look at your Settings. Hmm, you really should back your stuff up to the cloud. Here, take a look. We’ll go through the Settings and make sure they’re set to what you need.

Tyler at last gave in and stared down at the screen, their heads close, almost touching. As they worked together some of Tyler’s former hostility wore off. Maybe this new guy wasn’t so bad after all. He wasn’t boasting, just showing him stuff he didn’t know about his own phone – and it was kind of interesting.

Tyler said, “Those are scary words to me – ‘Go to Settings’. “I wish I was better at all this tech stuff. Pablo’s like his dad Randy, he has no interest in computers so I’d like to do it for him.”

“No problem, Tyler. When you have time we’ll get together and I’ll try to answer all your questions and even show you how to ‘go to settings’,” he smiled. “OK, we’re done here, so what were you searching for?”

Tyler blushed deep red. “Nothing.”

“Nothing? You sure, dude?”

Tyler actually smiled and gave a little giggle. “Well if you must know I was looking for porn, but I forgot how to find it and messed up. That’s when it died.”

“Well I can show you how to find a ton of porn – but hey, are you sure you wanna jerk off over an iPhone when you’re surrounded by all these smoking hot men here?”

“Oh, I often do jerk off to porn. See, most of the time I have sex with Pablo. He’s great, the best, and I love it when he fucks me, which he does a lot. But right now he’s with Darius – you know they’ve been lovers since the start of the tribe. They’re like brothers, fuck buddies, everything, and I think they’re gonna fuck now.”

“Yeah, Darius told me about him and Pablo. But what about Finn, he’s your boyfriend isn’t he?”

“Oh yeah, we work together on the garden and we’re best buddies. We know Mario real well ‘cos he’s a landscape artist and he comes down to supervise us.” He grinned shyly. “Finn and me are fuck buddies too. Often when we’ve been working hard and we’re all sweaty we fuck right there in the garden. A couple of times Mario has caught us and guess what? He joined in. He’s a great fuck, I can see why Grady’s nuts about him. Anyway, right now Finn is with his master Miguel and they’ll prob’ly fuck too.”

“Wow,” Ryan grinned, “this all gets real complicated when every master has a boy and a lover, and every boy has a lover too. How the hell do you keep stuff like that straight?”

Tyler chuckled, “Well if helps if everyone likes sex a whole lot, and all of us do. You’ll find out now that you’re Darius’s boy. Like, right now he’s prob’ly fucking with Pablo and, depending on who’s fucking who, you’ll see that when Darius comes to find you he’ll be stoked hotter than ever. That’s when a man really needs his boy. I know, it’s kind of a tangled web.”

There was a friendly silence for a while as Ryan tried to get his mind around all the sexual permutations in this. Then something fell into place and he frowned. “So let me get this straight. Pablo and Darius are lovers, like brothers and fuck buddies, you said. And you’re Pablo’s boy and I’m Darius’s boy.” He paused, working it out.

“A boy is supposed to copy his master, so what does that make us? Brothers? Fuck buddies? Hardly. I’m such a rookie about all this. Hell, the first time I had sex was only a couple weeks ago, and you know who I did it with? Will. I shared his bed on my first night and he was my first time. Well, we only sixty-nined but I loved it. I thought it would shock me, but I loved it.”

“I love to sixty-nine too. Me and Finn do that all the time.”

“So, from what you see, a lot of the guys are having sex right now or soon will be.”

“Prob’ly …” Their eyes met and Tyler smiled shyly at Ryan.

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The Young Colts

Ryan asked, “Do you think I’m sexy?”

“Well, at first I hated you ‘cos you were this new boy who knew all about computers and saved the company, and you were Darius’s boy and I thought you’d come between Pablo and me.” Tyler shrugged. “I guess I got that wrong and … well … you’re not so bad after all, kinda sexy really ...” He blushed again wrapped his hand round his crotch showing a bulge in his shorts.

“Me too, dude,” Ryan grinned. “So, if all the other guys are doing it, maybe we should too … sure beats the hell out of jerking off over a cell phone.”

Tyler giggled, then leaned over and kissed Ryan – clumsily at first, nervous, but as they got used to it they kissed harder, tongues and all. Now they each had major boners and when they pulled apart Tyler said, “We should prob’ly take our clothes off, dontcha think?”

“Yeah, don’t wanna get grass stains over the stuff our guys gave us …” Ryan giggled … “they might punish us.”

“Yeah, and when Pablo punishes me he ties me up and fucks me. It’s awesome, dude …”

“I know, right? Darius did the same to me the first time he fucked me. Makes me hot just thinking about it.”

In fact they were both feeling hot and with increasing urgency they tugged off their shorts and T-shirts, and sat shoulder to shoulder wearing nothing but sneakers. “Sixty-nine?” Ryan said.

“Let’s do it, dude.” They fell on their sides and scrunched together, face to face. “No, that’s not right,” Tyler laughed. “Other way round.” They both turned to face the other way … and they were still facing each other. They burst out laughing at what seemed like a comedy routine and kissed again, with no nervous fumbling this time. When they pulled back Tyler said, “OK, you stay where you are and I’ll turn round the other way, got it?”

“Got it,” Ryan grinned. Tyler twisted round and they lay on their sides so each boy’s face was level with the other’s cock. There was a moment’s hesitation, then they leaned forward and slid their mouths over the cocks’

Turns out that they were well matched – in size and energy as they sucked in perfect sync, their tousled heads bobbing back and forth with loud slurping sounds, getting off on the thrill of feeling exactly the same sensation they were giving to the other. “You have a real nice cock,” Tyler mumbled. “Shut up and suck, dude,” Ryan said and their laughter was muffled by the cocks stuffing their mouths.

Tyler was using all the face-fucking skills he had learned from Finn, who was an expert after his years as a hustler. And Ryan was doing what Will had taught him – ‘breathe through your nose, purse your lips, and definitely no teeth’.

As their inhibitions faded they got bolder and touched each other. Each one ran his hands down the other boy’s back and over his waist, then grabbed the butt that flexed as he fucked the other’s face. Tyler was the first to push a finger in Ryan’s hole and Ryan was quick to copy him. A combination of face-fucking and finger-fucking brought their youthful lust to a peak and Ryan pulled off Tyler’s cock to stop him cumming.

“Don’t cum next, dude, I got another idea.”

Ryan was liking Tyler more and more and wanted to help him get rid of the inferiority feelings he had expressed – as in, he was only a gardener and Ryan was this hotshot computer guy who had ‘saved the company’. Ryan knew that was all bullshit and wanted to boost Tyler’s confidence in himself. There was one sure way to do that.

Ryan pulled his dick out of Tyler’s mouth and rolled over on his back. Tyler propped himself on his elbow and looked anxiously at him. “What’s up, dude? Wasn’t I doing it right?”

“Tyler, you were great, don’t put yourself down. Listen, dude, I’m new to all this and I’ve only ever been butt-fucked by one guy – Darius. But he said I could do whatever I want with the other boys, so … dude, do you wanna fuck me?”

“You mean, up the ass? But you’re this hotshot …”

“… hotshot nothing dude. You’re the sexy young gardener who fucks his tough ex-hustler boyfriend in the dirt. It’s every boy’s fantasy to get fucked by the gardener. Don’t you wanna be the first boy to shove your dick in my ass?”

Tyler’s face broke into a smile, any trace of shyness or nerves totally gone, replaced by a confident slightly wicked gleam. “Well, if you put it like that … a gardener can top a computer nerd any day of the week.” Tyler reached down to his discarded shorts, pulled out a tube of lube and held it up with a grin. “Like Will always says, ‘Never leave home without it’.”

Eagerly he got up on his knees and Ryan pulled his legs back, as he had done for Darius. Tyler lubed his cock then pressed the head against Ryan’s hole. “Man, if you’ve taken Darius’s huge dick in your ass you won’t have any trouble with mine. Here it comes …”

Ryan winced as Tyler drove his cock in hard – though not hard enough to hurt. In fact Tyler was right. After Darius’s monster Tyler’s average cock was easy to take, and felt great. Ryan reached up and tweaked Tyler’s nipples smiling straight into his eyes. “Dude you look so hot like that, pounding ass. Your cock feels real good inside me.”

What Ryan had instinctively sensed was that some of Tyler’s shyness and lack of self-esteem came partly from the fact that sex to him meant getting fucked by the macho mechanic Pablo, or by the tough ex-hustler Finn, both of which he loved. But that meant he rarely fucked so he saw himself as a bottom boy.

But here was a new boy who actually had less seniority than he did. Ryan was a shy rookie who up to now had been fucked by only one man. He was lying on his back – and Tyler was on top, fucking him up the ass! Feeling a new kind of power Tyler grabbed Ryan’s wrists, forced his arms back and pinned them to the ground above his head.

Playing out a sexual fantasy the boys tried to talk dirty like they’d heard the men do. Tyler deepened his voice. “So, your master tied you up and butt-fucked you eh? And now the hot young gardener is ploughing your ass. How’s that feel, computer boy?”

“Feels awesome, dude,” Ryan growled, or tried to. “Damn your rod feels good inside me, you look so damn hot.”

Ryan wasn’t just playing to boost Tyler’s confidence. He really did look great, that intense young freckled face staring down at him, the lithe body flexing over him as he pounded his ass. It was a whole new kind of fuck – a boy fuck – and he was having a blast, both of them trying to act the scene as their masters would.

“Let me see you struggle, boy,” Tyler said, copying word for word what Pablo growled at him when he had him tied up. Ryan responded, flexing and writhing for maximum visual effect, which pumped Tyler up even more. The two boys went at it for many long minutes in the dappled shade of the trees, sharing the thrill of boy sex in the exuberance of youth.

Their physical stamina was endless, but their sexual stamina was not, and they both felt the urgent need to cum. They tried to mimic their masters’ familiar climax where one submits and pleads to be allowed to cum, though it didn’t quite work in the polite mouths of young rookies. “I’m real close, dude,” Ryan pleaded. “Let me touch my cock … er … please.”

“OK, man, I’ll have mercy on you.” They both knew that didn’t sound right but Tyler released Ryan’s wrists and he wrapped one hand round his cock. This at least was real and they ditched the dialogue as it risked making them laugh. They simply stared at each other and Tyler fucked harder and Ryan beat his meat faster.

“Are you gonna cum, dude?” … “Yeah, you …?” “I … I think so … yeah.” “OK, me too …”

With that less-than-macho banter (definitely not the Brotherhood of Butch) they grinned at each other and Ryan shot juice over his own chest as Tyler’s cock unloaded in his ass.

When their cocks ran dry they weren’t quite sure what to do … and they started to laugh. Tyler pulled out, fell forward onto Ryan and they rolled over the grass in each other’s arms, laughing with the joy of release and the start of a new friendship.

They jumped to their feet and pulled on their shorts. Eager to tell their story they stumbled out of the clearing and made their way over to a table where their men were drinking together – Randy and Bob … Zack and Seth … Darius and Pablo … Mario and Grady. The men looked up in amusement at the breathless pair and Randy grinned, “Where have you two been?”

Darius asked Ryan, “Do my old eyes deceive me or is that jizz on your chest?”

“I fucked him, sir,” Tyler beamed at Pablo. “I fucked Ryan.” Pablo glanced at Darius with a hint of triumph but Darius didn’t rise to the bait.

“Well it’s about time, kiddo,” Darius smiled at Ryan. “You were wearing me out wanting my dick in your ass all the time. Come here and give me a hug.”

Bob was beaming at this happy outcome. “I wish I’d been there to see it,” he said. “A big contrast from these three macho construction workers we watched earlier from upstairs.”

“You bet,” Grady said merrily. “The raging stallions on the morning, young colts in the afternoon … what a party.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Mario smiled, raising his glass. “Felicitazioni a tutti.”

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Parting Words

That kicked the general merriment up a notch, a pitch that was maintained for the rest of the day, through afternoon tea (for those who wanted it – Mario’s idea) and onward through dinner and drinks until late in the evening.

Finally Mario stood up and shouted, “Signori, attenzioni, per favore. It is late, some of you are rather drunk and the party continues tomorrow for those who can stay. We have many guestrooms so when you are ready please check with Brian who is in charge of that. You can sleep and make love as late as you like and there will be a buffet breakfast in the morning. Buona notte a tutti.” Amid drunken cheers and slurred thanks, men and boy started to pair off.

Among the overnight couples the cop Mark and his surfer boy Jamie had a room to themselves. But the mood there was not quite so merry. The past few days the usually devoted couple had been going through one of those scratchy periods as most couples do. Mark was in one of his surly cop moods and Jamie resented it. And now they were tired and a bit drunk– too tired and drunk even for sex.

Mark frowned when Jamie’s phone rang. “It’s my buddy from the beach.” He had a brief muffled conversation that ended with, “Yeah for sure. I’ll see you guys there.” As he climbed into bed he said, “That was my buddy in Malibu. He says there’s been a storm way out in the Pacific causing high surf at the beach. Tomorrow morning is forecast to be outstanding with huge, perfect waves. I’m gonna get up early and go down there with my surfing buddies.”

“What?” Mark snapped in annoyance. “I thought we were gonna spend the day here together. Don’t you think it’s a bit rude to our hosts to just cut out like that?”

“Come on, I’ll only be gone for a few hours, back in time for lunch. Surely you can do without me for a while. There are plenty of other asses to fuck around here.”

“Yeah, whatever – do what the hell you want, you will anyway. And fuck you,” Mark added softly.

“I heard that.”

“You were meant to.”

They fell asleep with their backs to each other and Mark forgot his sour words. But he was to remember them in the morning – remember and regret them. He had ignored that time-honored maxim – if you have an argument never leave home without making up. You never know what’s gonna happen.

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TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength – Book 10: Chapter 38