Trial Of Strength (Book 13)
by Rob Williams
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"DARIUS FIGHTS TO SAVE HIS BOY"
The black muscular construction boss Zack has watched his boy Darius grow into a hot young jock who has own boy, sensitive Thai boy Ryan. Things go wildly wrong when Zack seduces Ryan. Raging Darius fights Zack and yells at Ryan that he’s no longer his boy. Sobbing, Ryan runs away into danger, as remorseful Darius searches for him, desperate to save his boy and restore their love.
In the previous chapter
The latest spate of dramas in the tribe had been resolved to everyone’s satisfaction and life was returning to normal. The tribe’s leaders, long-time lovers Randy and Bob, were back to discussing everyday work issues in the growing construction company that supported the tribe.
Bob said, “Randy, I’ve been meaning to ask you about young Ryan. He’s been away from the office a lot, spending most of his time at your warehouse that he is reorganizing with his digital skills. How’s that going?”
“Going great, and his man Darius is real proud of him – God, he loves that boy of his. They’ve almost finished stocking the warehouse with all the spare parts, and it’s amazing how Ryan can find anything right away with that electronic tablet he uses. The kid’s a computer genius. Zack told me he’s going over there today to pick up some parts, so it’ll be the big guy’s turn to be dazzled by Ryan.”
Randy was right, but not quite in the way he thought.
Zack was a top man in the construction company, along with Randy. They were looked on as equals, each of them in charge of one of the two government contracts sites, the company’s big money makers.
And like Randy, Zack was one of the few senior men to have a boy who had a boy of his own. Randy’s boy Pablo, actually now an assertive young man rather than a boy, had his own boy Tyler, whom he had made the warehouse manager. And Zack’s boy (man rather), the handsome black stud Darius, had his own boy Ryan, the young Thai boy computer genius
Tyler was away on an errand and Ryan was working alone in the warehouse when Zack came in and looked around with surprise. “Wow, very impressive, you really have this organized, kid. Nothing like the old place where we rummaged through piles of parts until we found the right one – if we were lucky.”
“Thank you, sir,” Ryan beamed, his cock already hard in his jeans, talking to the muscular black construction boss, who was working shirtless as usual in black jeans, his strong, square-cut features set off by high cheekbones and a shaved head.
“Were you looking for something in particular, sir?”
“Yeah. I need a fan-belt.”
“Sure, sir, no problem. What vehicle is it for?”
“Well, on my site there’s an earth mover ...”
“Hold on, sir.” Ryan made an entry into the tablet he was holding. “I have all the equipment catalogued in here. Would that be the old yellow one or the smaller red one, sir?”
“Damn, that’s amazing. The small one actually.”
A few more entries and, “Yes we have those fan-belts in stock. Over there in the corner, column D, second shelf down.”
Zack found it right away and laughed, “Damn, it’s like magic.”
“Computer magic, sir. Darius says I’m a conjurer.”
“A real cute conjurer if I may say so. Since you came here you’ve filled out a lot, boy. Under that tight T-shirt you got a hot young body. You been working out?”
“Yes, sir, daily with Darius. He likes me to look good. That’s why he bought me these tight black jeans. Says my butt turns him on. Er, I better get back to work, sir.”
“Sure, I don’t wanna interrupt. OK with you if I sit here and watch you work? I wanna learn what this high-tech stuff is all about.”
“Of course sir. There’s a bench over there next to the coffee. And there’s beer in the locker underneath if you prefer. Help yourself, sir.”
Zack grinned – he would love to help himself, he thought, as he sat watching the handsome young Thai boy with this almond-shaped eyes, delicate features ... and that butt. Darius sure knew what he was doing giving him those jeans.
Zack stroked the bulge in his own black jeans as he watched. It was that time of day when he got horny and often jerked off behind the nearest wall. But why rub one out with a hand job when you’re staring at an ass like that?
Darius wasn’t around to ask ... but, heck, he didn’t need his own boy’s permission. Darius wouldn’t mind ... whatever happened. Of course he wouldn’t.
========= Book 13: Chapter 12 =========
<><> Zack Indulges His Lust <><>
Construction boss Zack, alone in the parts warehouse with young Ryan, was impressed by the boy’s technical genius in organizing the parts inventory. And that wasn’t all that impressed him.
Sipping beer as he sat watching him work, Zack was impressed by the Thai boy’s youthful good looks, his lithe, toned body, and especially the perfect mounds of his butt under the jeans that his man Darius had bought for him. The horny black stud stroked his own bulge in his jeans as his eyes followed Ryan moving around the warehouse.
A new batch of vehicle parts had just arrived from the supplier and Ryan was deftly scanning them into his data base and placing them on a particular shelf. Although he was concentrating on his task, he was acutely aware that Zack was watching him, and his own cock was stiff in his tight jeans.
Ryan was completely devoted to his man Darius. It was not only his handsome, ebony, square-jawed features and muscular physique. Darius was a charming, laid-back young construction boss, a self-assured, kind man, who always saw the humorous side of life, even when the going got rough.
For years Darius had been Zack’s boy, now matured into an alpha man, and had fallen in love with Ryan soon after the shy Thai boy joined the tribe as an office assistant. Darius was fiercely protective of his boy, and their life together was full of love and laughter.
Of course, Ryan had frequent contact with Zack as they all lived as a small family – Zack and his Hispanic lover Miguel; Darius and Ryan. The dynamic was rather complex as the three men were all tough alpha males, which could have intimidated Ryan, except that Darius protected him so well and made sure Ryan was not passed around as a sexual toy. Even though Ryan found Zack and Miguel extremely sexy, his loyalty was, and always would be, to Darius.
Which is why Ryan was at this moment conflicted about the stiff dick in his pants when he kept looking up at Zack. He was a magnificent top man, any boy’s wet dream, and he was obviously staring at Ryan with one thought in mind.
It was, naturally, Zack who made the move. He drained his beer, stood up and sauntered over to Ryan. “Let me see that contraption, kiddo.”
Ryan proudly showed him his tablet and explained its use. “See, on every new piece of equipment I put a barcode and scan it into the database, along with its exact location on the shelves. That’s why I was able to instantly find the fanbelt you needed.”
He looked up at Zack who smiled into his almond-shaped eyes. “You have beautiful eyes, kid. Is every Thai boy as pretty as you?”
“Pretty, sir?”
“Well, I guess I mean handsome. It’s just that your bone-structure is so refined.” Zack’s big hand traced Ryan’s delicate features, then strayed down his neck to his chest, where he brushed the back of his hand against his hard nipples through his shirt. By the time he reached round and wrapped his hand round his butt, Ryan’s cock was raging hard.
Zack stepped back and Ryan gazed at his magnificent physique, muscles carved in ebony, his strong chiseled features, shaved head and hypnotic gray eyes.
Ryan was lost – overwhelmed by the man, and by his own desire.
“Ryan, work makes me feel horny about this time of the day. I really wanna make love to that primo ass.”
“But what about Darius, sir? I’m not sure he’d approve of that.”
“But I do want it, sir. It’s just that ...”
“On the other hand, I could go off into a corner and jerk off.”
“Well, if you’re sure it’s OK ... I would really like to suck your cock, sir.”
“Good boy. So go for it, kid. It’s right here, getting harder all the time.”
Ryan gazed into the smiling gray eyes and sank to his knees. His heart was beating fast as he pulled open Zack’s jeans and pulled out the huge black cock. He licked it, then opened his mouth and slowly swallowed it all the way down until he was savoring the musky smell of Zack’s wiry, sweaty pubes. After all his practice of feasting on Darius’s massive ten-inch rod, Ryan worked on this one easily.
In fact he was so expert, clenching and unclenching his throat muscles round the cock that Zack was soon moaning, “Shit damn, boy, you’re good. You’re gonna make me bust my load in your mouth. But what I really want is to unload in your ass, kiddo.”
He gently pushed Ryan’s face back off his cock and pulled his shirt off over his head. “There’s an old packing blanket over there.”
His cock standing straight out of his jeans dripping pre-cum, Zack walked over to the discarded blanket and spread it on the ground behind Ryan. He pushed him gently onto his back on the blanket, then Zack reached down, unzipped the boy’s pants and pulled them off.
Now he was naked Ryan had another pang of doubt. “Are you sure Darius will be cool with this, sir? He always says my ass belongs to him.”
“He means, to him and me. Like I said, he’s my boy. What’s mine is his and what’s his is mine.”
Ryan’s hesitation faded as he stared up at the bare-chested black construction boss towering over him, like something out of a porn movie, legs astride, muscles flexing as he clamped his fist round his cock and stroked it. The homoerotic fantasy was so exciting it almost resulted in Ryan’s hands-free orgasm. But he resisted it because he desperately wanted to feel that huge black rod in his ass. He hooked his hands behind his legs and pulled them back, offering his ass to Zack, as he had done so often for Darius.
Zack grinned with a touch of arrogance, knowing that this beautiful young Thai boy was his for the plucking. He knelt down, spat on his cock, and pressed it against the hole. “You sure you want this, Ryan?”
“Yes please, sir. Very much.”
He reached up and pressed his palms on Zack’s pecs – partly a desire to touch him, partly a defensive reflex in case Zack drove his cock in hard and fast. But he need not have worried.
Sure, Zack lusted for the boy’s ass, but what turned him on most was the boy’s delicacy, in his fine features and bone-structure, in his unpretentious manner and the inner desire shining from his eyes. He could see why Darius had fallen in love with the boy.
So Zack eased his cock carefully inside the soft warm membrane and sighed. “Damn, that is so beautiful, boy. Your ass is so fine.”
Ryan dug his fingers into Zack’s pecs, not to restrain him but to feel every sinew rippling under the smooth ebony flesh. Far from raw lust, Zack was making love to the boy’s ass, smiling down into the dark, almond eyes that sparkled as they met his.
Ryan gave himself completely to this powerful man, one of the tribe’s most senior men, who could floor a man with one blow of his fist, but who became subtlely sensitive when making love to a boy. As he moved gently in and out of the boy’s ass Zack leaned down and licked Ryan’s half-open lips, then kissed him, his tongue searching deep inside his warm mouth.
He whispered in his ear, “You’re brining me real close, kid.”
“Me too, sir.”
Zack wrapped his hand round Ryan’s trembling dick and stroked it slowly, timing both orgasms so that they were both ready when Zack smiled, “Here it comes, boy. Do it with me ... now.”
Ryan sighed deeply. “I love you, sir, I’m gonna cum for you ... aaahh ...” He smiled as he sprayed cum over his own chest and thumping heart and felt the huge black cock pour semen deep in his willing ass.
<><> Confrontation <><>
Frozen in place by shock and disbelief, Darius had been watching for several minutes. Like his man Zack, Darius had felt horny after tough physical labor and, during his break, had come in search of sexual relief by making love to his boy. But clearly, Zack had got there first.
Rooted to the spot his mind raced. Zack! His man Zack, the man he had loved for years – until now! He had seduced his boy, the gentle young Thai boy who had fallen in love with Darius and idolized him, the boy he had sworn to love and protect. Worse still, Ryan had not protested as Zack ploughed his ass and busted his load inside it. He had wanted it ... told him he loved him!
His swirling thoughts coalesced into one fierce emotion – rage. Driven now by raw anger he charged across the room, grabbed Zack’s shoulder and yanked him to his feet. Ryan felt a sharp pain as the long cock pulled out of his ass and he gazed up in horror at the two men facing off.
“What the fuck were you doing to my boy?” Darius screamed.
“Pretty obvious, dude, I was fucking him. No harm done, I didn’t force him, he liked it.”
“No harm done? No harm done? Have you fucking lost your mind?”
Zack grinned. “From where I’m standing, you’re the one losing your mind.”
“Fuck you, man. Fuck you!” Darius slammed his fist into Zack’s gut, he doubled over and Darius dropped him with a double forearm smash, sending him groaning to his knees. Zack grabbed Darius’s leg, pulled it out from under him and he crashed to the ground. Zack was on him in an instant and the two equally matched musclehunks rolled over on the ground trading punches.
In a daze Ryan staggered to his feet, pulled up his tight pants and stared horrified at the terrible sight. Darius copied his man Zack in many ways, including working shirtless in black jeans, and Ryan watched the bare-chested construction bosses grappling, their muscular black bodies straining in combat.
“No,” he yelled. “Please ... please don’t fight, sirs. It was all my fault. Zack didn’t make me. I wanted it.”
Those words fueled Darius’s anger and gave him the strength to heave himself to his feet and stomp his boot down hard on Zack’s stomach. As Zack rolled over, stunned, clutching his stomach, Darius turned his anger on the boy.
“You wanted it! You fucking wanted to get your ass ploughed by this man. I heard you say it when you shot your load ... ‘I love you, sir’. You’re my boy, dammit, or you were. Not anymore Get the fuck out of my sight. I don’t know you anymore.”
“Sobbing, Ryan turned and ran blindly to the door, grabbed his backpack and rushed out. Behind him he heard Darius yell as the recovering Zack grabbed him from behind and wrapped his arm round his throat in a chokehold. The battle was back on, with a vengeance.
<><> Uncle Mike Roars <><>
As Ryan ran blindly to his car he bumped into his young friend and workmate Tyler. “Hey what’s the hurry, dude?” Tyler said. “Where you goin’?”
“I dunno ... anywhere but here.”
Tyle saw the tears running down his cheeks. “What’s up Ryan? What happened?”
“I fucked up,” he stammered between sobs. “I let Zack fuck me ... I wanted it ... but Darius saw and yelled at me ... he’s dumped me ... I’m not his boy anymore ... I gotta get away ...”
Tyler tried to restrain him but he yanked his arm away and staggered out through the gate. Tyler heard his car start up and roar away. He heard loud noises coming from the warehouse, went to the door and was shocked to see the two shirtless men wrestling on the floor.
Scared, Tyler’s first instinct was to get away and look for help. As he reached the gate his cellphone rang – it was Brandon. “Hey Tyler, is Ryan with you? I’ve tried his phone but it goes to voicemail. I need to ask him about a computer problem we’re having in the office.”
Tyler gulped breathlessly, too confused to speak. “Tyler, are you still there? Is everything OK? Has something happened?”
Tyler stammered, “Ryan’s gone, ran off somewhere ... home maybe?”
“Why? He was gonna stay at the site all day. Listen, Tyler. Calm down, take a deep breath and tell me what you know.” Brandon had the presence of mind to put his phone on speaker.
“Something ... something happened in the warehouse. Zack and Darius are in there fighting. I bumped into Ryan as he left ...”
“Try to remember exactly what he said to you.”
“Not sure. He said something about ... he fucked up. He let Zack fuck him and Darius saw and he’s dumped him. He’s not his boy anymore. Like I said, the guys are in there fighting.”
“Is Randy there?”
“No, he told me he was going to the truck dealer. I don’t know what to do, Brandon.”
“Tyler, listen to me. Here’s what you do. Do not get involved. Come straight home now. I’ll try to get in touch with Randy. Get away from there, Tyler ... now!”
He hung up and looked at Uncle Mike who was helping out in the office as planned. “Well handled, Brandon. We don’t want Tyler to end up collateral damage. Is Bob home?”
“He went to the bank, sir.”
“OK, I’ll take care of this. If Ryan comes home – I hope to God he does – keep him here, whatever happens. Try to contact Bob and fill him in.” His leg still in a cast, Mike rolled his wheelchair to the office door and yelled, “Hey, Larry!”
Larry came running out of the house. “Listen dude, there’s big trouble at the site. Drive me there now, fast.”
Larry wheeled him out to his truck, helped him inside, folded the wheelchair behind the seat and they sped away. It took only a few minutes to reach the site, where they reversed the process – Larry helped Mike and his wheelchair out of the chair and wheeled him to the warehouse.
Inside, the fight had paused, as the exhausted, bruised men caught their breath and circled each other warily, looking for an opening. It came quickly and they collided together again. Zack hooked his leg round Darius’s and they crashed to the floor.
A voice boomed across the cavernous space. “Stop! You fucking morons, stop this now!”
They disentangled themselves and looked up to see Mike. Even though he was in a wheelchair, Uncle Mike’s voice and thunderous expression were as commanding as ever. It was enough to get their attention and the fight stopped. They knelt on the floor, panting hard, glaring at each other, then looking guiltily at Mike.
“I don’t know what the hell you knuckleheads are doing or why, and I don’t want to know. My concern is with a devastated boy, that sweet kid Ryan, who just ran out of here in tears saying he had to get away. Hopefully he’s gone home – more likely he’s run away, the state he’s in.
“Damn it to hell, you two dickheads don’t have a fucking clue how to treat a boy. You’re so busy feeding your own egos that you neglect the feelings of a fragile young kid. Why is it you arrogant so-called men think you can settle everything with fists?
“Zack, here you are pummeling your own boy, while Darius yells at Ryan to get lost. You were sworn to protect the kid and now he’s sobbing somewhere because he thinks you’ve dumped him as your boy. How the hell did you think a shy, sensitive kid like Ryan’s gonna take that news? You call yourself men?! The measure of a real man is how well he protects his kids, and by that measure you both fail miserably.
“OK, so here’s what’s gonna happen. We’re all gonna go home and hope and pray that the kid’s there and not in danger on the run somewhere. If he’s run away you two assholes have a heavy burden on your shoulders and a whole load of guilt. Now get the hell out of here before I stand up out of this chair and start slugging you myself.
<><> The Tribe Rallies <><>
Driving back to the house Larry was full of admiration for the tongue-lashing his man Mike had given to the men. They were being followed by Zack and Darius, in separate trucks.
Meanwhile Brandon had succeeded in alerting Bob who had rushed home from the bank and was waiting with Brandon when Mike wheeled himself through the gate with Larry by his side. Then came Zack and Darius whose bruises left no doubt that they had been in a major fight.
Having been briefed on the sketchy details by Brandon, Bob confronted the situation calmly, with laser focus on the most serious issue. “OK, so Ryan has not come back here. From what he said to Tyler, he’s most likely run away. It’s urgent we find him because, according to Tyler, he was pretty distraught.”
Just then a truck pulled up at the gate and Randy came in with Tyler, who still looked shell-shocked. Randy said, “Tyler called me at the truck dealer’s – I picked him up and he told me what happened. I left Pablo in charge.”
Then he whirled on Zack and Darius, “What the fuck do you guys think you were ...?”
“Randy.” Bob cut him off sharply. “Let’s leave all that till later. The main problem now is that Ryan seems to have run away. He’s in shock and probably not thinking straight, so it’s urgent that we find him.”
Bob could always make Randy shed his anger, focus on the urgent issue and take charge. “OK. Have you tried calling him, Darius?”
“I did but it went to voicemail. Seems he’s not picking up calls.”
“Not yours anyway, and we know why,” Randy snarled.
“I tried too,” Bob said, “but he didn’t pick up for me either.”
“Damn. So we gotta split up, drive around and look for his car. He can’t have got too far.”
Just then Tyler’s phone rang and he said, “It’s him.”
Bob said, “OK, nobody make a sound while Tyler talks.”
“Hey dude, where are you? ... Yeah, yeah everything’s fine at the warehouse .... sure I remember how to do it .... yeah I know how to scan the barcodes. I can manage for now but I want you back here, buddy. Where are you? Hello? Ryan? You still there?”
Tyler looked up. “He hung up. Said he just wanted to make sure I could continue our work, but ... but he won’t be coming back. He was crying, I think.”
“Fuck,” Darius groaned softly, clenching and unclenching his fists.
“Right,” Randy barked. “Zack, you drive up the hill. I’ll circle back to the site, see if he’s stopped anywhere. Darius, you go south down the backroads. Bob, call Pablo and alert him there’s a chance he might go back there to pick up something he left at the warehouse, he left in such a hurry with only his backpack. Anyone finds anything, call Brandon here, and you keep us all posted, kid.”
Randy and Zack left in a hurry and Darius was about to follow them but Bob held him back and saw he was trembling. “Just a sec Darius. Tyler, you’re Ryan’s best pal and you hang out a lot together. Now think hard. Ryan is panicked and upset, so do you have any idea where he might have gone to be alone and think things out?”
Tyler frowned in thought. “Well .... we did have kind of a favorite place we went to when we wanted to be alone to talk about work and stuff. There’s a place down near the Arroyo Seco Park, where it’s all wild and overgrown, lots of bushes and stuff ...”
“I know the spot,” Darius said. “Me and a lot of the guys used to go down there to hide away or have sex. That’s where I’ll start. Thanks, Tyler, you’re a good pal.”
After he rushed out Bob called Pablo to keep an eye out for Ryan, should he sneak back to the warehouse. Then Bob turned to Brandon. “OK, Brandon, from now on, all outgoing calls from my phone, to keep yours free for whoever might call.”
He sighed and turned to Mike. “Buddy, I can’t thank you enough for what you did at the site. Without your intervention it could have been a whole lot worse.” He smiled grimly. “I only wish I could have heard your tongue-lashing – could have picked up a few things.”
“Ah,” Mike said, “what else am I here for if not to keep you guys in order. You can always depend on Uncle Mike. Now all we can do is cross our fingers and wait.”
<><> Saving Ryan <><>
Darius raced down the hill, his mind a conflicted mess of guilt, fear, remorse, trying to focus on one goal, to find the boy he loved. He crossed Figueroa and drove down to the Arroyo, an untamed rustic wilderness that had had never been developed as the dry creek there was prone to flooding in the rainy season.
Desperately, Darius looked for Ryan’s little car. He drove north along a lane beside the arroyo ... nothing. He did a frantic U-turn and drove south ... and almost missed the small car parked haphazardly halfway into a bush. He breathed a sigh of relief, leapt out of his truck ... and hesitated. Which way would he have gone?
And then he heard voices ... angry voices. He ran along a trail toward them and saw, not far away, two thuggish guys facing a bush. “What you got there, pretty boy? Give it to us or we’ll take it.”
“Not all we’re gonna l take from you either,” the other guy snarled.
As he got closer Darius saw the object of their scorn. Sitting hunched on the grass leaning against a bush, a terrified Ryan stared up at them, hugging his backpack to his chest like a shield. They advanced on him menacingly until a deep voice boomed. “Get away from my boy. You so much as touch him, you’re dead.”
They turned and stared at the black muscle-jock advancing on them – tall, fierce, stripped to the waist, built like a brick shithouse.
“Hey man, we was just havin’ a bit of fun with this kid here. Sexy piece of ass, Chinese or somethin’. You wanna join us? We could work him over real good. You hold him down while me and my buddy take turns reaming his ass. Then you get your turn. You up for a bit of fun?”
“Sure I am ... you mean like this?” Darius raised him arm and slammed the back of his hand hard across the man’s face, sending him reeling back into the grass.”
“What the fuck ...?” yelled his buddy. He lowered his head and charged straight for Darius’s gut. At the last split-second Darius stepped neatly aside and wrapped his arm round the back of the man’s neck, trapping him in a vicious head lock. Holding him tight, facedown, Darius slammed his knee up unto his chest, again and again until he fell screaming to the ground.
By this time the first one had recovered and attacked him from behind, wrapping his forearm round Darius’s throat in a brutal chokehold. Ryan stared up terrified as Darius gasped. After what seemed to Ryan like an eternity, Darius grabbed the man’s forearm. Flexed his muscles and bent suddenly forward, heaving the man over his back and hurling him forward on top of his fallen buddy.
As they groaned in a heap Darius towered over them his eyes blazing. He panted, “You want more? I tell you what would be even more fun for you asswipes. Is if I ripped your balls off and stuffed them down your fucking throats.”
“No, please, sir,” one begged, raising a limp defensive arm. “We can’t take any more.”
“’Cos if you are not out of my sight in ten seconds that’s just what’s gonna happen.” Darius grabbed their collars, one in each hand and hauled them to their feet. His eyes blazed down at them. “So go and crawl back in the rathole you slithered out of, and don’t dare let me see those ugly mugs here again.”
He let go of their collars and they turned and lurched away, tripping over, crawling, then dragging themselves to their feet and staggering away out of sight.
His body still tense, eyes still blazing, Darius turned and looked down at Ryan. Thinking the anger was now directed at him, Ryan whimpered and tried to crawl away. Darius dropped to his knees and gently held him back.
Still frightened, Ryan pleaded, “I’m sorry, sir ...sorry for what I did. I’ll go away, sir, and never bother you again. I promise I’ll ...”
He didn’t get any further as Darius stopped his mouth with a kiss.
<><> “It Was All My Fault” <><>
It was a long open-mouth kiss, Darius breathing warm air into his mouth, as if breathing new life into the terrified boy. When at last they pulled apart Darius smiled, “I love you, kid. Hang onto that thought while I make a phone call.”
Ryan gazed at him, his racing thoughts changing from despair to hope. Darius pulled out his phone and called Brandon, the designated point man. “Hey, Brandon, I found him.”
“Thank heaven for that. Is he OK?”
“He’s fine ... at least I’m gonna make him fine. I’m gonna spend some time with him, just the two of us, talking it all over?”
“Excellent, dude – and not just talking, I suspect. OK, I’ll spread the good word and call off the troops ... search over. Give Ryan a kiss from me and his pals in the office.”
“Thanks, buddy. Solid as a rock, as always. Love ya ...”
When he shut off the phone Darius flashed a smile at Ryan and gave him kisses on his eyes and cheek. “That one’s from Brandon ... that’s from Noah ... and that’s from Vic. And a bonus one from me.”
Another passionate kiss that Ryan, calming down now, responded to eagerly.
“Sir ... I’m sorry for what I did. I thought ... I didn’t mean ...”
“Sshh,” Darius grinned, “Let me do the talking, cos it’s me who’s sorry. I reacted like a fool, not like a man should treat a boy he loves..”
“Does that mean I’m still your boy, sir?”
“You never stopped being my boy, kiddo, and you never will.”
“But you told Brandon we would talk it over, and I’d like to, sir, get it all straight.”
Darius laughed. “Like closing out one of your computer files, eh? Sure, kiddo, I agree. We shouldn’t sweep anything under the rug ... no secrets between you and me, eh? So tell me all of it, Ryan ... don’t leave anything out.”
“Ok, sir.” Ryan took a deep breath. “Well, Zack came into the warehouse looking for a fanbelt for one of his earthmovers. I found it right away ... with my new system,” he smiled for the first time. “Zack was impressed and said he’d like to know more about my system, so he stayed to watch me work.
“He told me he was always horny at that time of day and he was turned on by my butt in those tight pants you bought for me.”
Darius grinned, “Yeah, those pants. Always give me a boner.”
“But I wanna make one thing clear, sir. My cock was hard too. I mean, he is such a gorgeous sexy man. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it too!. But I said I wasn’t sure you would approve, but you weren’t around to ask.
Zack said you’d be OK about it ‘cos you like me to have a good time. Anyway, he said, it’s all in the family – you’re Zack’s boy, and I’m yours. What’s his is yours, what’s yours is his. I guess he meant me. But he said he’d never do anything with me that I didn’t want.
“But that’s the point, sir. I did want it and told him so. I said I wanted to suck his cock, so I did. And when he wanted to fuck my butt, I wanted that too. I loved it all, he was so sexy. It was great when we shot our loads together ... and that’s when you came in ...”
His eyes teared up. “So you see, sir, I’m the one who’s guilty. I betrayed you, sir ...”
“Sshh, you mustn’t say that ‘cos it’s not true. There’s enough guilt to go around between Zack and me, and you were a boy caught in the middle.”
“But the worst part was watching you fight, sir. You two have loved each other for ever and you were fighting each other because of me. Like you said, I came between you, so it was my fault.”
“Stop saying that Ryan, ‘cos it’s not true. That’s not what I meant about you bring in the middle. Zack and I obviously have a lot to work out between us, but neither of us would blame you.”
“But sir, when you say you’ve got a lot to work out, that could mean you’ll fight again, and I don’t want that at all. It was seeing you fight that made me run away. I thought, if I wasn’t in the picture you would be friends with each other again.”
Darius smiled affectionately. “Boy, you sure have it all worked out, don’t you? But this is one file you can’t close, ‘cos the computer got it wrong this time.
“See, kid, a computer’s great for stocking a warehouse, but when it comes to love between men, it don’t know shit. You can’t just feed the facts into it and expect it to spit out the right answer. In this case your techno-mind told you to run away ... wrong answer, kiddo!”
“Really, sir?”
“Here, forget all this high-tech logic and stuff. Just look into my eyes.”
Ryan gazed into the piercing green eyes set in chiseled ebony features, the same eyes that had startled him the first time he met Darius, and he forgot all else. He heard the deep gentle voice say, “Now are these the eyes of a man who loves you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“The eyes of a man you love?”
“Definitely, sir.”
“And are they the eyes of the man who loves you as his boy, still does, and always will? The eyes of a man who’s about to make love to you, because he’s got a roaring hard-on in his jeans and suspects you do too in those sexy tight black pants?”
“Really, sir?”
“You don’t have a hard on?” Darius frowned. “Now it’s my computer that’s on the fritz.”
“Of course I do, sir. I always do when I’m with you.”
“Right. Glad we got that sorted out.” Darius gave a devilish grin. “One more thing, though. Seems I saved you from those thugs just now. Don’t I get any thanks for that?”
Ryan’s almond-shaped eyes glinted with a hint of mischief. “I already thought of that, sir. You must be tired after the fight, so please lie back, relax, and let me thank you in the way you like best – like I’ve done so many times before.”
“That’s my boy. If you’re thinking what I’m thinking, go for it, kiddo.”
<><> Ryan Works To Please His Man <><>
As he stood up, there was a lightness in Ryan’s expression and body language, a marked contrast to what Darius had first found – a terrified boy cowering on the ground against a bush, clutching his backpack to his chest like a shield.
Now Ryan smiled down at Darius who lay on his back on the grass, hands linked behind his head like a pillow. To Ryan he was a vision of muscular male beauty and the boy’s only desire was to please his man.
Darius looked on affectionately as Ryan begin a display that, in a man like the narcissistic fireman Jason, would have been a homoerotic bodybuilder posing routine. But Ryan was more like a young disco stripper as he slowly peeled his polo shirt off over his head to reveal a trim smooth-skinned body, then whirled the shirt above his head and tossed it to Darius with an exaggerated attempt at a seductive smile.
Darius smiled, licked his lips playfully, and Ryan gave a youthful giggle that demolished even the faintest resemblance to a junior bodybuilder. Shirtless, he turned his back to Darius, pressed his fists into his waist and flared his back in a pose that came perilously close to a flamboyantly effete ‘double-hands-on-hips’ sendup the boys often mimicked in fun.
But it also had the unlikely effect of showing off his perfect bubble-butt under his tight black pants. And lust triumphed over amusement in Darius as his cock strained against his jeans.
Wisely abandoning his attempt at macho seducer, Ryan turned and knelt between Darius’s legs. He stared down at the long tubular shape under his jeans that seemed to stretch from his groin almost to his knee. Ryan’s eyes sparkled as he leaned forward and ran his tongue all the way up the shape under the rough black denim.
“You are so fucking sexy, kid,” Darius moaned. It was one of those moments where Darius knew exactly why he loved the boy so much. He saw in him a blend of delicate young Thai boy, vulnerable, keenly intelligent and eager to please, along with a carnal sensuality that matched Darius’s raw desire to overpower and fuck him. Ryan was his boy to cherish, as he did now.
Ryan unbuttoned Darius’s fly, reached inside and gasped, as he always did when he felt the long, thick shaft, and pulled it out – ten inches of solid black muscle. He licked the head, touched the oozing pre-cum with his tongue and drew it back in a fine gossamer thread. Then he lowered his mouth over the shaft and, amazingly, went all the way down and rhythmically sucked the cock he worshipped.
Darius’s pulse was racing and he could only take so much before his said, “Dude, you’re gonna make me cum so fast ...” He grabbed Ryan’s head and pulled it back off his cock. “I gotta fuck your ass, kid. Is that what you want?”
“More than anything in the world sir. I love it when you’re inside me. You make me complete.”
Ryan jumped up and stood with his back toward Darius, who again lay back in the grass. This time there was no giggling, no flamboyant display. Ryan unzipped his tight pants and peeled them down slowly, at last revealing the beautiful ass that his black master craved so much.
Darius could take no more. With a sudden roar he sprang to his feet, lunged at the naked boy and lowered him to the ground on his back. Surprised by the sudden move, Ryan surrendered totally to the powerful black jock who knelt above him, spat on his cock and stroked it, gazing down at his boy.
He grasped Ryan’s ankle and pushed one leg up high, exposing his perfect, hairless ass. “I love you kiddo, you’re my boy and always will be. Your ass belongs to me, right?”
“Yes please sir. I love it when you ... aaahh ...” Ryan sighed deeply as he felt the bulbous head pierce his sphincter and begin its long journey, inch by inch, to the warm, velvet depths of his ass. Ryan gazed up at the handsome, chiseled features and the muscled black torso with its solid pecs and ripped washboard abs. His muscles flexed as he rode the boy’s ass.
For a brief moment Ryan flashed on the thought that this might simply be a replay of how Zack had fucked him earlier. After all, Darius copied Zack in most things, and many of the sexual moves were the same. But he instantly knew that what he felt now was nothing like a replay.
The former, with Zack, had been merely an expression of lust between master and boy – thrilling but purely physical. What he was feeling now with Darius, was something much deeper ... an other-worldly, almost surreal sensation of love and passion where penetration was an expression of the deep bond between a man and his adoring boy.
Darius was mesmerized by the sight of the beautiful almond-eyed boy sighing in ecstasy beneath him. “You’re perfect for me, kiddo. I can’t believe I hurt you earlier.”
“Forgotten already, sir, now that I’m sure you love me and want me as your boy.”
“Forever and ever,” Darius smiled, bending down to kiss him while his hips rose and fell and his cock caressed his ass. When he pulled back he reached down and pinned the boy’s wrists to the ground.
Ryan gasped at the exquisite sensation of being entirely at the mercy of this powerful man, a man who had just savagely thrashed two sinister thugs. It was hard to believe that was the same man as this gentle giant, eyes now shining with the intensity of love instead of rage.
“So now you’re my prisoner, boy, I can do what I like. Maybe I’ll throw you over my shoulder, carry you off to my cave and chain you to the wall as my sex slave, to fuck whenever I feel horny.”
Ryan smiled. “Yes please, sir.” The giggle was back. “I’m already your love slave. I’ll do whatever you tell me to.”
“Is that right? Whatever I tell you to, uh? Kid, you gotta prove a claim like that. So, you’re my captive waiting for orders. I like the sound of that, and here’s what I wanna see. Any minute now I’m gonna pour my jizz deep inside that sweet ass. And even though you’re chained up and can’t touch your dick, I’m gonna watch you spray jizz all over that pretty body.”
Darius pulled all the way back, then drove his massive cock deep inside him. “Next time, you shoot your load, boy. That’s an order.”
He pulled all the way out of his boy’s ass, paused, then drove in hard, all the way down, over the inner sphincter, and bathed the fiery depths with his juice.
Wide-eyed, Ryan gazed at the magnificent black body heaving above him, muscles flexed, veins bulging. Mesmerized by the penetrating green eyes, he struggled helplessly, surrendered to his captor, and sprayed cum over his own tight body, as instructed by his master.
Dazed, overwhelmed, Ryan sobbed with relief and joy as he felt the long rod pull slowly out of him. Then felt the weight of his man on top of him, body sliding in the pools of semen on his chest. His sobs were stifled by the warm mouth closing over his, and he closed his eyes, safe at last in the arms of the man he loved.
<><> And The Creek Don't Rise <><>
He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he felt lips kissing his eyes and tear-stained cheeks. “Wake up, sleeping beauty.”
Darius was lying beside him in the grass, propped on his elbow smiling down at him. Ryan stirred. “I feel so safe here, sir.”
“We are safe, kiddo,” Darius ginned, “God willin’ and the crick don’t rise.”
Ryan giggled. “This creek hardly ever rises, sir. That’s why it’s called the Arroyo Seco. Floods once a year or so.”
“Well, listen to you, ain’t you the smart one? But we can’t wait around for the flood. We gotta get back to the land of the living.”
Ryan perked up. “You’re right, sir. I gotta get back to the warehouse, Tyler will be missing me.”
“I thought you’d trained him on your fancy new techno system.”
“I have, sir, and he learns fast, but we haven’t finished, there’s still stuff he don’t know. I gotta go help him.”
Darius ruffled his hair. “That’s another thing I love about you kid. You’re not only great in the sack, you got what they call a great work ethic. And I should get back to my construction site. I left my foreman in charge, and he’s a good man but still depends on me a lot.”
“Sir,” Ryan frowned, “what about Zack and ... and all that?”
“Ah, that can wait till later. “I’ll be busy on my site, Zack will be working hard at his, and he won’t be bothering you any more in the warehouse. This is just between him and me and he knows it. We prob’ly won’t all meet up until dinner and he won’t want to disrupt that. We’ll face off later. We got a lot of stuff to work out between us.”
“Sir, that facing off thing. Please don’t let there be any more fighting. I feel so happy now ...”
“I hear you Ryan and I promise, no more fights – not physical, anyway. Come on, let’s gird our loins.”
Darius jumped to his feet and pulled Ryan up into his arms. After a long hug Darius reluctantly pulled apart. “Keep this up and we’ll never leave ... be here until the creek really does rise.”
Ryan laughed and they got dressed – Ryan in his tight pants and polo shirt, Darius shirtless, as always, in black jeans and boots. “Let’s go find your car.”
They tramped back beside the dry creek, then up to the path where Ryan had left his car, half buried in a bush. Darius laughed. “Way to go, kid, terrific parking job.”
Ryan gave an embarrassed smile. “I guess I wasn’t thinking straight – mind on other things.”
“Never mind, see if you can back out of there.”
Ryan got in, revved the engine and it moved slightly back but the rear wheels spun in the grass. “Stuck, sir,” he said from the window.
“Just needs some muscle is all.” Darius pushed his way into the bush, got in front of the car and braced his hands on it. “OK, try again.”
Ryan revved hard while Darius pushed mightily. Through the windshield Ryan watched his man taking the strain, bare torso flexing hard, muscles bulging, square jaw clenched. At last the car moved, Darius roared with a final massive effort and the car lurched back onto the path.
Ryan lowered the window. “Thank you, sir. Watching you gave me another boner.”
“Yeah, I’m this close to dragging you out the car, and pounding your ass for doing such a lousy parking job. But for now I’ll have to content myself with this. He leaned into the car, pulled the boy’s face to his in a grinding kiss. Then he grinned, “We’ll save the ass pounding till later.”
“Any time you like, sir.”
“Get outa here, kid. I’ll follow you, make sure you get back to the warehouse OK, then I’ll drive on up to my site. I love you kid.”
“I’m your boy, sir.”
A few minutes later as they headed back up the hill Ryan called Tyler to say he was on his way.
“Everything OK, buddy?” Tyler asked anxiously.
“Never better, dude. Darius is following me in his truck and I can feel the vibes from here.”
“I can’t wait to hear what happened, Ryan. I want all the details.”
“Oh, you’ll get them Tyler, and as our pal Eddie would say, ‘Dude, you ... will ...not ... believe’.”
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TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength” – Book 13: Chapter 13