Trial Of Strength (Book 11)

"THE SELF-DOUBT OF WILDMAN SETH"

Seth is a macho, muscular construction worker in the tribe, his son is the freckle-faced young assistant chef.  And they love each other.  When Seth moves into his new house Will helps him celebrate by cooking dinner for him – and staying the night.  But Seth has a troubled past and warns Will he can’t be trusted.  Will wants to prove he can. Sprawling naked on the bed he looks up at Seth and pleads, “Tie me up, sir.”

In the previous chapter

The big festive gathering of the whole tribe was a triple celebration. 

First, it celebrated the newly-formed family of Doctor Chad, Adam, his boy Nate and their dog Molly, after the surgeon and the Aussie airline executive had finally become lovers.  Second, it was a housewarming for the new house they had just moved into.

And third, but not least, the party helped the founders, Randy and Bob, to celebrate the anniversary of the day, years ago, when the swarthy construction-worker and handsome business executive had first met by chance.  That had been the start of an extraordinary love affair and (unknown to them at the time) the foundation of a remarkable tribe of man and boys.

As their friend Mark said in his toast to them.  “The years after that first meeting brought drama and discord, pain and triumph, but that bound them even closer together and they became inseparable.  Over time other men and boys were attracted to this charismatic pair until …” he swept his arm over the crowd at the table … “here we all are.”

As the party got into full swing Randy and Bob snuck away for a while.  Randy took Bob back to the shabby old motel where it had all begun and they re-lived the homoerotic scene where the young business executive, bound and helpless, had surrendered to the savage gypsy.

Afterwards, they toyed with the idea of running away to live alone together, turning their back on the tribe and bringing down the curtain on the long saga.  But they smiled at each other and said in unison, “Nah …” they could never leave the men and boys they loved so much. “Much as I love the thought of non-stop sex in this room with you,” Bob said, “it wouldn’t work.  We are the tribe, buddy … the tribe is us.”

They left the disheveled room and Bob said, “Randy, I think we just came to one of those forks in the road and made our choice, just like the day long ago when I turned left off the freeway, which led me to you.  Who knows where it will take us this time.”

When they got back to the party their best buddy, the cop Mark, was waiting for them, sitting alone at a small table with three beers on it.  He beamed as Bob and Randy came in.  “Hey you guys, you came back.”

“Did you think we wouldn’t?” Bob asked. 

“Ah, for some reason I had this crazy idea you would run away together.  Hell, you two could live alone anywhere and be happy together.  See, I even brought these beers to lure you back.”

“Well it did the trick, buddy,” Randy laughed, twisting off the top and taking a swig.

Bob said, “As a matter of fact, Mark, that thought was not so crazy, ‘cos it occurred to us too.  But look at all these guys, having a blast together.  We couldn’t spoil their fun … and we pretty soon realized we couldn’t live without them.”

“And there’s you too officer,” Randy said.  “Mark, you are part of Bob and me, we’re a trio.  Couldn’t break that up.  So … now we’ve dived into the pond again, tell us what’s brewing.”

“Well for one thing, there’s some kind of trouble building between Uncle Mike and his boy Larry. Can’t quite get a handle on it, but Mike looks kinda down. I was thinking that the three of us might take a trip out to Palm Springs and visit them, see if we can help.  Could be fun.”

Mark raised his bottle.  “Anyway, happy anniversary guys. Thanks for coming back to us.”
“Hell,” Randy said, “we’ve been putting up with all you guys’ bullshit for so many years we’ll prob’ly be knee deep in the same shit for years to come.”

“Said with all the grace and elegance we’ve come to expect from you, Randy,” Bob laughed

“Asshole,” Randy grinned as they clinked bottles.

=========   BOOK 11: CHAPTER 1   =========

<><>    Seth & Son    <><>

When Adam and Nate moved in with Chad they had vacated the house they had been renting from Bob and Randy, next door to the tribe’s compound.  Randy was redecorating the house and they offered it as a rental to Seth, the construction worker who managed one of the three sites in the tribe’s construction company.

Up to now Seth had been living alone in a small guesthouse up in the hills on the grounds of Dr. Steve’s house.  As Bob told Chad, “Randy and I have been saying for some time that Seth shouldn’t be isolating up there in Steve’s guesthouse.  Now he’s a company manager he should live close to us.”

“Yeah,” Chad agreed.  “When I visited Seth he said he gets kinda lonely up there and he’d like to be closer to the action at the compound, so this is perfect.  It’ll sure please his boy Will.” 

Seth’s son Will was the young freckle-faced redhead who was the tribe’s assistant chef. One day he took a break from the kitchen and went next door where Randy was still working in the house. Randy grinned, “Hey Red, how’s it hangin’?  You come to take a look at your dad’s new home?”

“So it’s true, sir?  You are gonna offer this house to Seth?”

“Already done, kiddo, and he’s accepted.  I knew it would please you, living so close to your dad, just the other side of the hedge.  He’s coming to take a look at it on his lunch break.  Your dad’s become an important man in the company, kiddo, you should be proud of him.”

A truck drew up outside and Seth came in, in his dirt-streaked work pants and boots and an old ragged T- shirt hanging on his muscular torso.  He smiled broadly at Will.  “Hey kiddo, your jailers let you out of the kitchen, have they?”

“Oh I can leave whenever I want, sir, but it’s my favorite place to be.”

“I know, I know, just kidding, son.  Hey, Randy this place is looking terrific.  Bit too smart for a rough-round-the-edges construction worker like me.”  Seth still nursed something of an inferiority complex that went back to the days he was a roughneck construction worker scratching for a living, with none of the education or polish of many of the men in the tribe.

“Bullshit,” Randy said.  “You’re a real asset to the company, dude, and you deserve this.  I wanted you to take a look and choose the finishing touches, like wall colors and stuff.”

Seth protested that Randy shouldn’t spend any more of his time on this.  “Now you and the crew have done the heavy lifting, Randy, why don’t you let me finish it off myself in my spare time – paint the walls and stuff?  Hey kiddo, maybe you can give me a hand.”

“I would love to, sir.”  Will’s eyes were gleaming with pride at his dad.  “And I can come and cook for you and we’ll have dinner together …”

“… and you can spend the night, maybe?”

“Yes please, sir.”  Then they both blushed, talking of sleeping together in front of Randy.

“Hey don’t mind me, guys, I’ve seen pretty much everything.  You know my motto – whatever floats your boat. Knock yourself out – just as long as no one gets hurt.  OK, Seth, the place is all yours.  Do what you like – and with whoever you like, eh Red?” ruffling Will’s shock of red hair.

The freckle-faced Will was a favorite of Randy, and the tough, rugged gypsy had soft heart when he saw a dad with his arm round his son gazing up at him so proudly. 

Randy knew that things had not always been this happy, though.  In fact before Will came to the tribe he had lived with his dad Seth who had been a foul-mouthed drunk, fiercely homophobic but subjecting his boy to sexual abuse.  Refusing to submit to ass-fucks from his dad, Will had run away from home and eventually joined the tribe. 

Seth had tried to take him back but Randy had intervened, thrashed Seth soundly and eventually tamed him … and offered him a job.  Bob was of the opinion that Randy’s dominance and the tribe’s acceptance of Seth had been the healing influence that helped father and son bury their abusive past. 

<><>    Will Has It All Worked Out    <><> 

Most afternoons the three chefs – Bob’s twins Kyle and Kevin, and their boy Will – took a break between clearing away lunch and starting the dinner prep.  They usually spent it with Bob upstairs in the house Bob shared with Randy, now commonly known as the Boss House.  It had become a ritual – afternoon tea where they talked about work, the tribe, upcoming events and the gossip of the day.

A few days after Chad and Adam’s big party Bob and the boys were together when Will broached a subject that had been on his mind.  “Sirs, you know the last few days I’ve been helping my dad Seth in my spare time putting the finishing touches to the house next door.  Well, sirs, it’s almost ready and I would like to spend a whole afternoon helping him, then cook dinner for him, the first meal in his new house.

“Of course you must,” Bob smiled.  “And do you plan on spending the night?”

Will blushed deeply.  “How did you know, sir?”

“Sorry, William, that was rather indiscreet of me.  Randy happened to mention that he heard you and Seth planning to do just that, and I assumed you would.”

“Take the whole day off, kiddo,” Kyle said.  And Kevin added, “You worked so hard on the Chad party you deserve some time off.  Kyle and I can cope here with the tribe’s meals, and you wouldn’t have to do the next day’s breakfast either so you could …” he broke off embarrassed.

Kyle bailed him out … “So you could sleep in late if you wanted to.”

Again Will blushed, but now they were in deep water be decided to press on and frowned at Bob.  “Sir, what do you think about Seth and me … er … er …?
“Making love?” Bob smiled, startling Will with his casual directness.  “We’ve talked about this before, William, and I pointed out that the twins have made love with each other ever since they can remember, and still do.”

“Yeah, but they’re brothers, sir, twins.  Seth is my dad.”

“What did Randy say about it, Will?”

“Oh he had no problem with it at all.  He said ‘whatever floats your boat … knock yourself out, as long as no one gets hurt’.”

“Yeah, that sounds like Randy,” Bob chuckled.  “He never gives a hoot for convention, always marches to the beat of his own drum.  ‘Course, if a boy did get hurt he’d go apeshit and beat the man who did it to a pulp.  So the question is, William, would you be hurt?  I mean, you know, after the abusive way Seth treated you when you were younger.

“Oh no, sir, that’s all in the past – forgotten.  See, this is the way I see it, sir.  I think that if you can’t forget something bad that happened you have to replace the bad thing in your thoughts with something good.  Seth has changed totally, as you know, sir, and I love being with him.  So I now have only good memories that shut out the bad stuff.”  He frowned.  “But the only thing is, other people might think…”   

“Stop right there, kiddo.  You know what Randy would say about that.  ‘I don’t give a shit what people think.  I do whatever the fuck I like.’  So I suggest you follow Randy’s example – in this, at least.  Some things Randy does may not be such a good example for a boy to follow.”  The twins exchanged amused glances with Bob and each other.

Kevin asked, “Is the kitchen over there set up the way you like it, Will?”

“Oh yes, sir.  Randy put in all new appliances and he even asked me what kind I would like and the layout and stuff.   He’s been real, real good and it looks great.  Seth has tomorrow off work so what I was thinking was to help him finish up with the painting, then help him arrange the furniture that Nate and his guys will be bringing over from Seth’s old place.”

“What about things like the TV and sound system?” Bob asked.

“Oh, Darius’s boy Ryan is taking care of all that.  He’s become a real good pal of mine and he knows about electronics, setting up cable and internet and stuff. He did it for Chad and Adam.  Says he knows a guy in the electronics store who’ll give him a good price on a new smart TV that gets Netflix and Amazon and stuff.  Up at his old guesthouse Seth watched an old TV with rabbit ears, can you believe that?  I told him he’s gotta join the twenty-first century.”

“And you’re just the guy to drag him in kicking and screaming, William.”

Will frowned again, then addressed the twins.  “But sirs… like … I know he’s my dad and all but, I’m still gonna be living with you, ain’t I?”

“Will,” Kyle said sternly, “you are our boy and nothing’s gonna change that, so of course you’ll be living with us …”  “… and nothing’s gonna change that either,” Kevin added.  “But your dad will now be right next door whenever you want to visit.”

Will grinned, blinking behind his wire-frame glasses.  Thank you, sirs, that’s what I wanted you to say.  OK if I run across there now and check out how he’s doing? I’ll be back for dinner prep.”  He hugged all three of them in turn then ran out the door. 

“Adorable,” Bob said.  “Such a loving kid, and smart too.  That thing about replacing bad experiences with good ones, so cool.  Just by being himself he’s had a huge effect on Seth – he’s transformed him.  I’m so happy for them both.”

<><>    Moving In    <><>

The next day was Seth’s move-in day.  Right after breakfast Will ran across the garden and through the small gate in the hedge.  Seth was already there wearing old jeans, boots and an old paint-spattered T-shirt.  He was so intent on painting the baseboard that he didn’t notice Will who stood in the doorway admiring his dad’s rugged good looks – square-cut, stubbled features, tousled hair and muscular physique under the thin T-shirt.

“Hey dad, need any help?”

“Hi, kid,” Seth beamed, with paint smudges on his face.  “There’s just one wall of the bathroom left so you can give me a hand in there.” 

A few minutes later they were standing side by side with paint brushes.  Seth was an expert but Will was a messy painter and flicked paint where it was not meant to go, like on Seth’s face.  Seth grinned and retaliated, flicking paint at Will, provoking a minor paint fight.  “No, I give up, sir,” Will laughed and Seth said, “You better.   When the weapons are paint brushes your dad’s the winner.  Looks cute on you, though – kinda goes with your freckles.”

They worked happily together for a while until the doorbell rang and the real action began.   At the door were Nate and his crew, and Ryan.  “Hey, dude, Nate said.  “Me and my boys got the furniture and Ryan has a bunch of electronic stuff in his truck.   Can you help us bring it all in?”

The next few hours were a flurry of activity as everything came into the house.  Seth did all the heavy lifting but it was Will who directed where everything was to go.  “I don’t know shit about interior decorating and stuff,” Seth growled, “so you’re in charge kiddo.”

Will was having the time of his life arranging his dad’s new house.  Seth watched him confidently directing traffic and his heart went out to the boy he had come to love deeply after those early painful years that he shamefully regretted.

Nate and his team left just as the cable guy came to set up the TV, internet and phone.   Will grinned as he watched his pal Ryan giving orders.  Darius’s young Thai boy was usually shy except when it came to computers and electronics where he was highly skilled and clearly knew more than the cable guy.  Once the man had activated the cable Ryan took over and did the whole setup himself while Seth and Will stood back and watched in awe.

And then, suddenly, it was all done.  “There’s still some tinkering to do,” Will said, “like moving stuff around, but that’s the fun part.  That’s where the quarreling comes in too.”

“Not between us, kid. Like I said, I don’t know shit so whatever you say goes.  Hey Ryan, thanks a bunch for everything you did today.  Er, would you like to come to dinner in the next few days with Will and me when you’re both free?”  Seth glanced at Will who nodded eagerly.

Ryan looked at Will and for some reason they both blushed.  Like many people Ryan was intimidated by the rough and rugged construction worker, but he was Will’s dad and Ryan felt honored.  “Thank you, sir.  Actually, Zack is taking Darius out on Saturday – one of those leather bonding things they do – so I have a free evening then.”

Will added, “Yeah, a lot of guys go out on Saturday so dinner at the compound is a light affair and doesn’t take three chefs.  I’ll check with the twins but I think it’ll work for me too, sir.”

So it was settled and Seth smiled at Will, feeling good about the two of them entertaining in Seth’s own home.  Ryan had to get back home to be there when Darius came in, so he hugged Will and shyly shook Seth’s hand.  But Seth folded his arms round him in a bear hug where Ryan was pressed against his sweaty T-shirt and felt the muscles rippling underneath.   He was sporting a boner as he left. 

<><>    Seth’s Insecurity    <><>

Left alone for the rest of the day – and night – Seth and Will smiled at each other rather shyly.  They had almost succeeded in putting their complex and painful history behind them, but wisps of it still hovered like a fading cloud.

“Place looks great, kiddo, thanks to you,” Seth said, reaching forward to touch Will but then withdrawing his hand nervously.  “You and your buddies did a terrific job, and it took most of the day … look at the time.”

“Yes sir, time for me to make a start on dinner.  I already stocked the kitchen and brought over more pots and pans and stuff from the twins’ kitchen.  I know what I’m gonna cook for your first meal here – your favorite, prime rib.  Quick shower first though.”

“What?  Oh yeah sure,” Seth said, as if the idea of cleaning up hadn’t occurred to him.  They showered together, each of them averting their eyes from the other’s erection.  Will put on clean clothes but Seth hesitated and Will guessed that he was unsure what was suitable to wear for a housewarming dinner with his boy.  So Will pulled out clean blue jeans and a white V-neck T-shirt for his dad, the same thing he had seen Bob wear so often. 

There was a counter separating the kitchen from the dining room and Seth sat on one of the stools in front of it, nursing a beer as he watched Will work.  He smiled as his boy put on the dark green apron and white chef’s hat that Will insisted should always be worn in a kitchen. 

Will was now in his element, a kitchen, and he worked quickly and skillfully, keeping up a stream of chatter about food and wines.  “I’ve been learning a lot about wines, sir – from the twins but mostly from Miguel.  As the executive chef of a five-star hotel he’s an expert and he’s helped me a lot.  He keeps wanting me to work for him at the hotel but I could never leave the twins.”

Seth loved watching and listening to Will as he worked and talked – but there was a sting in the tail.  In many ways Seth felt inferior to his boy.

Living and working with the twins and tutored by the sophisticated Bob, Will had become skilled at what Seth had heard called the ‘finer things of life’.  He knew about food, wines, social skills and manners, and he conducted himself with ease even in classy settings.  Hell, it was Will who had arranged all the furniture in the house while Seth was the muscle – just did the heavy lifting.

Seth was socially inept.  He knew it, and it had never bothered him in his old life.  Only a few years ago he had been a roughneck day-laborer, hanging out in beer bars with his buddies, getting drunk and hitting on girls, then falling into bed drunk and waking up next day with a hangover.  In his darkest moods he had even tried to molest his own son.

But after Randy had hired him in the tribe’s construction company things had changed fast.  He was a good worker and Randy rewarded that, and Seth quickly rose to become the manager of one of the sites.  That put him in the ranks of the tribe’s masters, but he never felt he fitted in.

Guys like Bob, Mark, Steve and Mario and all the others were educated guys who knew their way around a civilized conversation and a dry martini.  And here he was knocking back beer watching his own son who could run rings around him socially.  It was one reason he had kept himself to himself all alone in the small hillside guesthouse.

It was up there that he had said to Chad, “I got no what d’ya call … learning, you know, so I’m no good at conversation.  Can’t imagine any guys who’d wanna spend time with me – except fucking, I’m good at that.  I like a bit of rough, I get a hankering for that sometimes.”  Now he cringed at the memory of saying that to the handsome doctor.

He was jerked out of his brooding thoughts by the welcome smell of grilled beef and the sound of Will’s voice, still chattering happily while he worked.  Thank god for Will.  His young redheaded son had been a rock through all this, despite the difference in their social skills.  Will loved him, he knew that, and that love overcame everything else.  His son looked up to him with respect and admiration – and loved cooking for him as he was now.   

“OK sir, we’re almost set.  Could you put these napkins, glasses and cutlery on the table?”

“Sure, but I’m not sure which knife and fork goes where.”

“Don’t be silly, sir, there’s only one knife, fork and spoon for each.  I don’t go in for all that five-fork bullshit.  Miguel says that even at the hotel they’ve given up that kind of table setting.”

As they sat facing each other at dinner and Seth wolfed into his prime-rib he leveled with Will.  “Thing is, kiddo, I knew where I was up in that guesthouse eating take-out on my own, but now I’m down here with all you guys I’m kinda feeling out of my depth.”

“Don’t worry about that, sir.  I’ll help you.”

Seth bristled.  “I’m not gonna take lessons from my own boy on which goddam fork to use.”  He instantly regretted his outburst and reached over to touch Will’s hand.  “I’m sorry, kiddo, I didn’t mean that.  I’m glad I’ll be living close to you ‘cos I’ll need all the help I can get.”

“No problem there, sir.  And besides, like I said, there’ll only be one fork and you don’t have to know this red wine is a 2016 Merlot to enjoy it.  So here’s to your new home, sir …”

“And to us, kiddo,” Seth smiled as they clinked glasses. 

<><>    Seth & Will Christen The New House    <><> 

Dinner was a big success and Will basked in his dad’s effusive praise for the food.  Seth smiled, “And maybe next time we can branch out with, I dunno, fish and – what d’ya call it – quiche?”

Will laughed, “All in good time, sir.”  Will understood his dad’s insecurities, stemming from his past and especially the painful memory of his attempted sexual abuse of his own son.  So Will steered the conversation to the present and asked him about the tactics needed as the boss of a crew of guys in the tough, macho world of construction.  Seth was on safer ground there and was able to instruct his son on how to be an effective boss.

But after dinner Seth’s confidence took a downturn.  They had cleared the table and gone into the bedroom to make up the bed.  As they stood on either side shaking out the sheets the son gleamed with excitement while the father was getting ever more nervous.

Will couldn’t wait to get on the bed, so he quickly stripped down to his boxer briefs and flopped down on his back.  But as he smiled up at his dad he was disappointed to see Seth hesitate.  “Will,” he stammered … “I’m not sure I can do this.  I mean, I know we’ve fucked before but I keep flashing on the times when I totally lost control and I was a brute to you.”

Will propped himself up on his elbows.  “But sir, I thought we put all that behind us.  I thought we were gonna … I mean, I even ran the father/son thing by Randy and Bob and they saw nothing wrong.  They said go for it.”

“That’s not the issue, boy.  The fact is I don’t think you can trust me.  I can’t trust myself.  What if I lose control again and do what I did …?”  He turned away trying to rid his mind of those ugly scenes that haunted him.”

“But dad I know I can trust you.  Even if you don’t know it I do.  I know you better than you think, sir, and I’m sure you would never hurt me.”  He shook his head in frustration.  “I wish there was some way I could show you how much I trust you.”   Suddenly, impulsively, he fell back on the bed, flung his arms back and grabbed the corner bedposts.  “Tie me up, sir.”

“You crazy, kid?  I’m not gonna tie up my own son and fuck him. You should never ask a guy to do that to you.”

“Sir, Randy said the same thing – that I should never trust a guy unless I know him real well, like I know Randy and Bob.  Well I do know you well too, sir.  We’ve been through a lot and I know you’ll never hurt me again.  Anyway, Randy says that the men of the tribe never hurt their boys, they protect them. 

“Please, sir.  Give it a try.  I know you’ve still got the bondage stuff, and I know you’ve done it to other guys ‘cos it’s on the grapevine, and Eddie said.  Eddie knows everything.”

That last part made Seth smile and his heart softened, especially when Will took off his owl glasses, folded them neatly and placed them on the nightstand, then pulled out a tub of lube he had previously put under the bed and put it next to his glasses.  “Please, sir.”

“Well … maybe loosely.”  Slowly, still uncertain, Seth pulled his T-shirt off over his head and Will stared up at him.  “You’re so gorgeous and sexy, sir.  All the boys say so.  Ryan told me today they all envy me for having such a hot dad.”

“He said that?” Seth grinned.  He went over to the wardrobe and pulled out a backpack.  “Zack gave me this when I fooled around with him, Darius and Miguel one time.  He said you never know when it would come in handy.”

He pulled out leather wrist restraints that he buckled loosely round Will’s wrists. Then he took out two lengths of rope and tied the shackles to the bedposts.  “That what you wanted boy?”

“Almost sir.  Only tighter, so I can’t get free.  I want to be your prisoner, at your mercy, sir.  That’s the only way it works.”

Seth bent over and looked him straight in the eyes.  “Are you sure you want this, Will?”

“I’m sure, sir.  But only if it turns you on.  Randy always says no guy has to do stuff he don’t want to.  Does it turn you on, sir?”

Seth’s response was to kick off his boots, rip open his jeans and drop them and his shorts to the floor.  His huge cock sprang out rock hard and he said, “I want it so bad it scares me, kid.”  He pulled Will’s shorts down, then tightened the restraints.  “Let me see you get free.”

Will tugged at his wrists and, even though he had wanted this, he was startled to feel himself trapped, at the mercy of the powerful construction worker.  “Are you scared, boy?” Seth asked.

“A … a little bit, sir.  But not really … ‘cos I love you.”

Seth dipped two fingers in the lube and thoroughly greased his cock to make the fuck as painless as possible.  He knelt on the bed, pulled Will’s legs up and rested them on his shoulders.  He leaned forward and brushed his fingertips over the boy’s nipples. 

Will inhaled sharply, gazing up at the strong handsome face, the heavily stubbled square jaw, macho features and shaggy black hair.  His thick black eyebrows contrasted with his pale blue eyes that now pierced Will’s.

“You’re my prisoner now, boy, just like you wanted.  But tell me the minute you want to stop.”

“I won’t want to stop, sir.  I want to feel your cock in my ass.”

Seth pressed the head of his cock into the downy red hair round his hole, paused, and eased it inside, slowly and gently, prepared to pull out the instant he saw pain in the boy’s eyes.  But there was only ecstasy and deep sighing as Will gazed up at him and a smile spread over his freckled face. 

As he felt the boy’s warm ass close round his cock Seth felt a serene calm settle over him, a natural self-restraint, and he knew that Will had been right – he could never hurt this loving boy, he would never hurt him again.  All he wanted to do now was to make love to him, to make love to his ass with his cock.  He eased his cock farther in until it came to rest in the warm, velvet softness deep inside.

“That feels so good, sir.  Please fuck me … fuck the boy you captured and tied up.”  He watched the huge, muscular body pull back then drive in again, faster this time and even deeper. 

The euphoria of lust and love coursed through the tough construction worker to a point where in the past he used to lose control.  In those days the look of fear in the boy’s eyes stoked his anger, but now the love and affection he saw on Will’s face had quite the reverse affect, more powerful than his irrational anger of the past.

“I love you, Will.  I’m so proud of you, son.  I wanna give you everything you want.”  The fear of his old worst impulses now disappeared and Seth felt free to let his imagination fly and his body dominate the helpless boy.  He pulled back, grabbed Will’s ankles and held them up high while he fucked his ass faster and harder.

“You’re at the mercy of the rough construction worker now, boy.  Let me see you get free.”

Will quickly embraced the fantasy, looked back at his bound wrists and yanked at them hard.  He winced, his face thrashed from side to side and he struggled, his youthful body flexing hard as he writhed on the bed.  “Damn that looks hot kid.  But you’re trapped, my prisoner, and I can do want I want to you.”

The thrill of getting butt-fucked by his dad was heightened as Will felt the euphoria of bondage, of being helpless, dependent on the mercy of this wild man jackhammering his ass.  As the fuck continued the fantasy became even more vivid, they were no longer father and son but a tough, brawny construction worker who captures a young redhead, ties him up and subjects him to a pounding ass fuck.

“Fuck you, kid,” Seth growled, “you think yourself so high and mighty with your fancy ways but I’m bigger and stronger than you and  I’m gonna keep you around as my fuck-boy … keep you tied up to fuck and work you over whenever I want.  I’m gonna own you, own your ass, and I’m gonna bust my fucking load inside it.  Is that what you want, boy?”

“Yes, sir” Will yelled.  “I submit to you, sir.  My ass is yours.  Fuck me, sir.  Cum in my ass … make me cum for you.”

“You asked for it, boy …”  Seth reached down and twisted Will’s nipples, his cock pounding his ass harder and deeper, his body tense, veins bulging as he pierced Will with his blue eyes and pierced his ass with his rod.  Panting hard he yelled, “I’m gonna cum in your ass, boy.  Let me see you cum … fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum … Yeeeah!” 

Mesmerized by the pornographic image of the magnificent body heaving above him and the wild rugged face staring down at him, Will struggled desperately to free his hands and touch his cock.  But as he heard Seth’s animal howl and felt his cock erupt in his ass, his own cock reared up and sprayed jizz over his own struggling body in an explosive hands-free orgasm – the first in Seth’s new house … but certainly not the last.

Their breath heaving they stared at each other and a smile spread over Seth’s rugged features.  "Hey, kid, maybe I should leave you tied up like that and keep you prisoner, like I said, and fuck you whenever I’m horny.”

“Whatever you say, sir.  You said I belong to you.”

“Nah.” Seth said with an embarrassed grin.  “That was me just playacting, kiddo.  You don’t belong to anyone, me or anyone else.”  He quickly untied Will’s wrists and fell on the bed beside him.  “But at least you proved your point, there’s no way I’d ever hurt you.  Even getting all pumped up like that the only part of me that lost control was my mouth.

“But that was the best part, sir.  Bob always says that stuff like that happens only when guys are totally relaxed with each other and feel free to live out their fantasies.”

“Well,” Seth grinned, “we sure christened the house, didn’t we?  And now it’s time for my first night in it – which I am proud to share with you.  Don’t know about you but I’m bushed.”  They fell asleep in each other’s arms and Will drifted in and out of erotic dreams all night.

<><>    One Hurdle Left    <><>    

When Will woke next morning he stared at his dad’s face on the pillow beside him snoring softly.  He eased himself out of the bed, tiptoed to the kitchen and made breakfast.

The smell of coffee finally woke Seth who pulled on his boxers and stumbled blearily into the kitchen.  Seth threw his arms round his boy and hugged him tight, unaware of the coffee pot Will was brandishing, holding it high out of harm’s way.  “Careful, dad, or you’re gonna get scalded with coffee.  Breakfast is ready so take a seat.”

They sat facing each other at the kitchen table, both of them smiling with glimmers of afterglow as the memory of last night came back to them.  But they didn’t rehash it or even mention it.  There was no need, they both knew what they felt. Each one had the impression they had crossed a bridge – they had put all traces of the bitter past behind them and faced a future based on father/son affection and mutual trust, with a dash of lust and sexual promise.

However, there was one unresolved issue that soon intervened in their newfound harmony.  It reared its head when Will came up with a suggestion he had thought of. 

“Sir, you know Ryan is coming to dinner with us on Saturday night.  How would you feel if we invited Adam and Chad too?   They’ve worked hard putting their house together, then throwing that big party.  They could probably do with a night where they don’t have to cook.  Nate told me he’s going out with Jamie and Mark on Saturday so they’d have to cook for themselves.  It would be fun to entertain Adam here in his old house.  What d’you think sir?”

“No,” Seth said abruptly.  “Definitely not … I’m not ready for that.”

Will was deflated.  “Why not, sir?  And what do you mean, you’re not ready?”

Seth put his hand over Will’s.  “Dude, you and me last night were great and I’m now feeling real comfortable around you.  I know you’ve still got all the social skills and I don’t, but that don’t matter so much ‘cos I’m still your dad. 

“But those guys, Chad and Adam, hey, they’re way out of my class with their education and diplomas and all.  Hell, Chad’s a surgeon with all the prestige of being a doc, and Adam’s an airline executive – his whole world is about fancy service, food, wine and good manners.

“I’m a fucking construction worker … can you imagine me carrying on a polite conversation with guys like that over dinner?  I’d sit there like a stone-faced fucking moron not knowing what the fuck they’re talking about.  I don’t wanna let you down, Will, or myself.  So the answer’s no, kid.” 

Will took a deep breath to protest but Seth cut him off.  “Don’t try and talk me out of it, kid.  I know what I’m talking about and the answer would still be no.  But Will, I don’t want this stuff to come between us.  Please, kid, trust me on this and let’s drop the subject, OK?”

“OK sir, you’re the boss.”  Seth leaned across the table and they kissed.  They showered together and got dressed, and as they hugged goodbye Will said, “Thank you for last night, sir.  It was incredible.”

“And you’re the best boy a dad could have – the sexiest too.  I’ll drop into the kitchen after work and see how you’re doing.”  They kissed again and went to their respective jobs.

<><>    Kid, That’s Total Bullshit    <><>

Will had said it was OK, but it really wasn’t.  Despite the elation of last night he felt depressed as he went through the gate to the compound and across the lawn to the kitchen.  The twins were already there with Randy who had dropped by on his way to work to pick up a six-pack of beer.

Randy broke into a broad smile.  “Hey, Red, how’s it hangin’?  So how was it last night with your old man?  Did you christen his new house real good?”

“Yes thank you, sir, it was awesome.  My dad tied me up and fucked me.”

“Hmm, that good uh?”  But Will turned away without a smile and put on his apron.  Randy exchanged a worried glance with the twins.  “So what’s with the sour face, kid?  The afterglow wore off pretty quick – you sure don’t act like a kid coming off an ‘awesome’ night.”  Will answered with a silent shrug. “OK, Red, something’s up.  Grab a cup of coffee, sit down and tell me all about it.”

The twins poured Randy and Will coffee and the two of them sat at the butcher block in the middle of the room facing each other.  “So what’s up, Red?  You should be over the moon with that fine man you’ve got for a dad.  You should be real proud of him.”

“Oh I am, sir … the trouble is he’s not.”

“What that supposed to mean?  Come on kid, you tell me everything.  Spill.”

Will sighed deeply.  “Sir, my dad should be proud of himself but he’s not.  He don’t think he measures up to the other guys in the tribe.  I once heard Doc Steve call it a … an interior …”

“Inferiority complex?” Randy said with a frown.

“Yeah, that’s the one, sir.  See I asked if we could invite Adam and Doctor Chad for dinner but he turned that down flat.  Said he feels out of his depth with, you know, classy, well-educated guys like that … couldn’t keep up with the conversation.  Said he’s only a roughneck laborer who knows nothing about manners, like which fork to use at dinner, though that stuff don’t mean anything anymore.  That’s why he lived alone up in the hills for so long, not having to talk to brainy guys.”  Will grimaced, “Sir, do you think he’s right?”

“Hell no!”  Randy tensed, seeing the sadness and disappointment on Will’s face.  “Kiddo, that is total bullshit and I’ll tell him so.”

“Oh please, sir, I’m not complaining …”

“I know you’re not, kid.  But I can talk to Seth man to man and he’ll listen to me.”  He ruffled Will’s hair and smiled.   “Don’t worry, Red, your old pal Randy will make it all come right.  Don’t I always take care of you?   OK, guys,” he said to the twins, “thanks for the beer.”

He left quickly and the twins quickly changed the subject.  Kyle said, “Hey, Will, we’re running late writing up next week’s menus.  Brandon’s given us the rough numbers expected at all the meals and we gotta make a shopping list.”

Will turned his whole focus to the complex task and considered the whole issue dropped.  But of course it wasn’t.  Randy’s protective instincts had been roused seeing Will’s doleful face and he went into action.

<><>    Boss Randy Straightens Seth Out    <><>

Instead of going to his own construction site Randy went to the one Seth managed.  He saw him giving instructions to a bunch of guys, shirtless as usual in muddy jeans and boots. “Fucking gorgeous,” Randy murmured, then yelled, “Hey Seth, you got a minute for a chat in your office?”

“Sure Randy, be right with you.”  A minute later they were sitting in Seth’s trailer office that all the sites had, and Randy offered him a beer.”

“Uh-oh,” Seth said, “when you stop off here and offer me beer I know something’s up.  So what did I do wrong?”

“Well, asking that question for a start, dude – assuming you did something wrong, putting yourself down.  You do a great job here, Seth, the men respect you and the work’s completed on time and on budget.  You should be damn proud of yourself … and Will tells me you’re not.”

“Hell, Randy you don’t fuck around, do you?  Straight for the jugular.”

“Ah, I don’t do finesse, never did.  Leave that to Bob. I got something to say, I say it.  This has nothing to do with your work here, man, it’s about your personal life, and don’t blame your boy for talking to me.  I have a way of getting stuff out of guys, especially the boys.  And when I see a kid on the verge of tears as Will was, I gotta do something.  Which means talking to you.

“Bob says I’m not supposed to have favorites, but Will is one of mine.  He’s a terrific kid and you should be proud he’s your son.  But you made him unhappy.  So what’s all this crap about Adam and Chad and you feeling inferior to them?”

“Ah, so that’s what this is about.  I was hoping I didn’t upset Will when I said that and I’m sorry I disappointed him.  But I meant what I told him, Randy.  Look, I’ll level with you.  You know my background … not long ago I was a day laborer, a loser scratching for work, getting drunk with my buddies in dingy beer bars and hitting on girls.  And worst of all, when I got home shit-faced I tried to sexually abuse my boy.  I’ll be ashamed of that till the day I die.”

“Yeah, I know about all that, Seth, but I knew you were basically a good guy the day we met and had that knock-down, drag-out fight.  It’s why I offered you a job.  And look where you are now – manager of all this.”

“I know, Randy, and I’ll always be grateful for that.  But that don’t change the way I feel about myself.  I’m a construction worker – rough and raw, born dirt poor, no education, social skills or manners.  Hell, I wouldn’t know what fork to use if it speared me in the ass. 

“And Will wants me to entertain a top surgeon and a sophisticated airline executive.  What the hell would we talk about – how many beers it took before I was a falling-down drunk?  How many broads I could screw in a night?  Will would love putting on a real fancy dinner for us and I’d sit there with my mouth opening and closing like a goldfish – a fish out of water.  Nah, I’d rather not embarrass myself in front of my boy.”

Randy’s eyes flashed.  “Godammit, Seth, that day laborer you talked about from the wrong side of the tracks could a’ been me!  How d’you think I started?  An itinerant laborer looking for work on the mean streets of West Texas, getting drunk, fucking my brains out.  And now look at me, boss of the fastest growing construction company in town.”

“Yeah, but you’ve got Bob, Randy, one of the most sophisticated guys you’ll ever meet, and he’s nuts about you.  He’s always right there to tell you which fork to use.”

Randy roared with laughter.  “Fuck, he gave up on that bullshit years ago.  He knows I’d just as soon eat with my fingers as worry about what godamm fork to use.  And that’s the whole thing, Seth.  He loves me for what I am – sweaty tank, muddy boots and all, no finesse, slow with the right word but quick with my fists.  He loves that!  You really think that a diploma on my wall would make him love me more, or want me more, or hold me tighter?

“And that’s why I have the respect of my crew and the whole tribe.  And you do too, buddy.  I know how much the men in the tribe respect you, how you’ve come farther and quicker than anyone else.  OK, I’ll tell you another thing.  I was gonna lay it on you later but now is as good a time as ever.  It’s something I’ve discussed with Bob.

“We currently have four partners in the Construction Company, directors if you like.  There’s me and Bob of course, we founded it.  There’s Mark who was with us near the start and does our security, and Zack, the boss of the commercial division.  I’m in charge of the government contracts division – and you, my man, are the boss of the residential division and you’ve done a damn fine job.  Stands to reason that you should be a partner too … so that’s what we’re offering you.”  Seth looked stunned.

“No, don’t say anything, Seth ‘cos we got something more important to talk about … young Will who’s feeling depressed right now.  He’ll be real proud of you as a director of the company but I want him to be proud of you as a man, as his dad.  So you get on the phone, you invite Adam and Chad to dinner on Saturday, then tell your boy you’re now a company director and you want him to get his ass in gear and put on the finest dinner he ever cooked.”

Seth’s eyes were moist as he stared at Randy.  “Dammit, Randy, the first time I saw you I hated your guts ‘cos I thought you were taking my boy away from me.  But, man, you turned out to be the finest friend a guy could have.  You’ve changed my life, dude, and my son’s too.”

They stood up and pulled each other into a tight man-hug.  “Hey, stud,” Randy grinned, “that’s two boners grinding together down there.  I better get out of here or we’ll be fighting to see which of us gets bent over the drafting table having his ass ploughed by the other.  Oh, and keep the beers, dude – comes in handy to celebrate.”

Just then they heard angry voices from outside.  Randy looked through the window and grinned at Seth.  “Hey boss, looks like you got a fight brewing out there.”

They left the trailer together and as Randy walked to the gate he heard Seth shout, “Hey, you guys, cut it out.  We got work to do.”

“Nothing he can’t handle,” Randy grinned to himself.

<><>    A Surprise For Will    <><>

In the lunch break Seth drove to the kitchen, where the twins and Will were about to serve lunch.  Will brightened when he saw his dad and brushed his hand across his face, leaving smudges of flour.  “Hey kiddo, just dropped in to pick up the crew’s packed lunches and give you a piece of news.  You are now looking at the newest director of the Construction Company.”

Will squealed and threw his arms round his dad.  The twins smiled happily, having already heard the news from Bob.  When Seth pulled away he grinned.  “I thought we’d celebrate, so if you’re still free on Saturday you better start planning to cook one of those fancy dinners you do.  ‘Cos I invited Adam and Chad and they accepted.  Said they’d be ‘delighted’.”

Will’s freckled face flushed and his eyes blinked fast behind his owl glasses.  “Really, sir?  I already know what I’ll cook, stuff you mentioned last night – fish, in my special fish pie, and a light quiche to start.  Some guys say real men don’t eat quiche but Randy says real men don’t give a shit what real men eat.  And Kyle, Kevin, maybe you’ll help me with the choice of wine?”

Seth smiled, “Well I’m rather partial to a 2016 Merlot myself …” then roared with laughter, “as if I know what the fuck I’m talking about.  Which reminds me, I better start working out what the fuck I am gonna talk about to those guys.”

“Maybe tell them which fork to use, sir?  I think we’ll make this a fancy five-fork affair.”

“You do that and I’ll tie you to the bed and fuck your ass. Oh wait a minute, we already did that.” 

 Seth picked up the packed lunches and left, with Will’s peals of laughter still ringing in his ears.

<><>    “Do You Think They’ll Fuck?”    <><> 

When the big day came Will and Ryan got together early in the afternoon to straighten up in the house and then make a start in the kitchen.  Seth was next door at a meeting of the company directors. 

As the boys worked they gossiped and Ryan was agog to hear Will’s description of the night he slept with Seth, and the events of the following day.  The boys had become really close buddies so they shared pretty much everything. 

Will even got into the details of Seth’s feelings about himself, why he considered himself inferior to the guys who were coming to dinner.  “Goes way back to his early life as a casual laborer, but Randy straightened him out about that ‘cos Randy himself began like that in Texas and look where he is now – boss of everything.”

“And now”‘, Ryan said, “the grapevine is buzzing with the news that Seth’s gonna be a partner in the Construction Company.  That should boost his confidence.”

“Yeah but my dad still don’t know what he’ll find to talk about with Adam and Chad, ‘cos he don’t know much about all the stuff they know.  But I think I can steer the conversation – you know, dude, throw in questions that he’ll know the answer to.”

Ryan giggled.  “One thing for sure your dad does know about – more even than the other guys – and that’s sex.  Seems he fucked around a lot before he came to the tribe and after he got here.  He’s like a big, tough, handsome sex-machine. The boys still trade stories about some of the wild sex he’s had with the other guys here and at Steve’s house and the Grady House, where he fucked Tarzan.  Eddie loves to tell that story and it gets wilder each time.”

“Yeah, I know.  And the thing is, Seth has already had sex with Chad when Chad went up to Seth’s old house in the hills.  My dad told me the story.  Said he was horny and in the mood for what he called ‘a bit of rough’.  So Chad tied Seth to the bed and butt-fucked him real good.”

“Wow, wish I could a’ seen that.  Do you think Chad will get his own back tonight, or maybe Adam will … you know, punish Seth for fucking his lover?”

“Ah you’re just fantasizing, dude. Don’t forget Adam and Chad are s’posed to be monogamous.”

Ryan frowned.  “I’m not even sure what that means, Will.  I mean, sure, they only make love to each other, but what about three-ways, do they ever do that?”

“Not since they’ve been lovers – except of course with Nate but that’s different, he’s family.”  Will grinned impishly.  “But I’ll make sure they drink plenty of wine, brandy, whatever they want.  And when they’re good and relaxed … who knows?”

Ryan’s eyes sparkled.  “Well whatever happens, I hope we can watch.”

“Duh … of course we’ll watch, dude.  Seth’s my dad ain’t he?  I gotta look out for him.”  Will chuckled.  “One thing’s for sure, that’s one time they won’t run out of conversation.  When it comes to sex, my dad knows the language – he practically invented it. 

“Maybe those guys don’t know what monogamous means any more than we do.  But I guess we’ll all find out together.”

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TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength” – Book 11: Chapter 2