Trial Of Strength (Book 13)

"THE HEALING POWER OF LOVE & RAW LUST"

Men of the tribe help new boy Ossie and Thai boy Ryan to heal their youthful quarrel. Ryan seeks help from his man, the muscular black construction worker Darius, and finds solace in his huge ten-inch shaft. Ossie has his first nervous gym session with gypsy boss Randy, where the boy is stunned by the homoerotic sight of the tortured gypsy putting himself through a grueling workout.

In the previous chapter

New boy Ossie had just been hired by the tribe’s young business office manager Brandon.  He was to be the office assistant in charge of the construction company payroll and, after only a day and a half on the job, he already knew he was going to love working there.

Better still, he had been offered a new home here – a small apartment above the kitchen. It was a whole new life for Ossie and everything seemed to be going perfectly – until it wasn’t

The other assistant in the office was the young computer whizz Ryan, and they got along very well – until they didn’t.

Ryan was the lover of one of the construction site managers, a handsome young black man with green eyes named Darius. Ossie was also black with green eyes and, despite the age difference, looked a lot like Darius.  And therein lay the problem.  By nature, Darius was affectionate to all the boys of the tribe, and he felt a special affinity for Ossie.

That was not lost on Ryan who tensed up whenever Darius spoke to Ossie.  The tension built steadily until the time Ryan walked into the office and found Darius talking warmly with the new boy.  There was nothing sexual in it, just simple affection between two men who happened to look alike.

But that was not how insecure Ryan saw it and, after Darius left the office, Ryan angrily hit the roof.  “I could see it coming from the first time Darius saw you and said how hot you looked, said you could be his brother.  What he meant was his lover.  Then at dinner when Randy introduced you, and Darius yelled, ‘give it up for all the hot black guys with green eyes’. 

“I could see how attracted to you Darius was.  Didn’t take much to seduce him, did it?  Well you’re welcome to him.  I’ll tell him he can have you, him and me are finished. 

Of course Ossie protested that was not the case at all, that Ryan only imagined it.  But the tirade continued and Ossie was devastated.  He hated conflict of any kind and decided he had to quit his job and leave the tribe. 

Brandon and the other boys tried to convince him that it was not as serious as that, and Ryan’s anger would cool down, but Ossie insisted.  “Maybe, like you say, it’ll blow over, but there’ll always be bad blood between Ryan and me.  If we worked together he would always be resentful and suspicious of me, and I don’t want to cause that kind of trouble.  I would always be known as the boy who tried to seduce Darius away from Ryan.

“I would love to carry on working here, but the last thing I ever want is to come between a boy and his man.  There’s only one solution.  I’ll leave, and go back to my old job.  You were happy before I came here and messed it all up.  If I quit, you can all go back to the way you were.”

It seemed hopeless – until Bob, the handsome, sexy co-leader of the tribe, stepped in and had a heart-to-heart talk with Ossie.  Bob’s keen intuition made him suspect there was another factor driving Ossie – it was sexual.  And Ossie agreed.

“I like all the other boys here, sir, but there’s something they have that I don’t – they have a whole lot of sex with each other.  I have never even been touched by another man sexually.  Don’t get me wrong, I get horny a lot, but I satisfy it by jerking off to gay porn videos. 

“I feel like an outsider ‘cos I’ve never had sex with a man.   The boys say that when a boy first comes here boss Randy sort of initiates him by shoving that massive cock up his ass.  I could never do that, I could never be initiated by Randy, so I could never really be one of the boys.”

Bob saw that of sex was the problem, sex could be the solution.  He told Ossie he wanted to make love to him.  Nobody ever said no to Bob, and Ossie didn’t now.  He was wildly attracted to Bob and when they were naked in bed the young rookie even took the ultimate step of surrendering his ass to him.

His orgasm was endless, like nothing he had ever experienced in his life.  Afterwards, as they regained their breath, Bob said, “You’re a great fuck, Ossie, definitely one of us, and one of the boys at last.  Unless, of course, you run away.   Are you still going to run away, kiddo?

“No, sir, absolutely not.  Please let me stay, sir.  I never want to leave, ever.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear, buddy.  And there’s a bunch of guys downstairs who are dying to hear that too.  Come on, let’s go tell them.”

=======   Book 13: Chapter 26   =========

<><>    Ossie’s Afterglow    <><>

The four young chefs – Will, Felipe and the twins Kyle and Kevin – were working together preparing lunches for the tribe.  The atmosphere in the kitchen was as harmonious as always, but this time it was edged with tension as they waited for the result of Bob’s talk with Ossie over in the Boss House.  

They had all taken a liking to the new boy Ossie and had been shaken by the sudden outburst of bad blood between him and Ryan in the office.  Ryan had impetuously accused Ossie of trying the seduce his man Darius away from him.  And In an emotional reaction Ossie had insisted he must quit his job and leave the tribe.

And now the boys in the kitchen waited anxiously.  Bob and Ossie had been away for longer than they expected and they didn’t know if this was a good or bad sign.  The tension built steadily, but when at last Bob and Ossie came in, all the chefs’ fears were dispelled. 

They had only to look at the glow on Ossie’s face to know what had happened.  Bob must have persuaded Ossie verbally and sexually – the boss had made love to the rookie.  And they all knew how that felt.  They had all had the same ecstatic expression when Bob had fucked them in the past.  It was something a boy didn’t forget.

“Gentlemen,” Bob smiled, “I am please to tell you that Ossie has decided not to leave us after all.”  That brought cheers and hugs for Ossie, who was still dazed from the experience of being penetrated by a man for the very first time – by the charismatic co-leader of the tribe, no less.

“What I would like,” Bob said, “is for this whole unfortunate misunderstanding to be buried and forgotten as soon as possible.”  Whenever Bob used the phrase ‘what I would like’, everyone always worked hard to please him and make it happen.  And now was no exception.

Kyle said.  “Ossie, a short time ago Darius came home from work and took Ryan up to their bedroom to sort out what happened and try to resolve it.  You know Darius can be very persuasive, and Ryan thinks he walks on water.  I’d love to be a fly on that bedroom wall.”

But Ossie’s mind went elsewhere.  “That means Brandon will be on his own in the office.  I gotta go help him, guys.  Can I go, sir?” he asked Bob.

“Of course you must, Ossie.  Brandon depends on you, and must be wondering if you’re coming back or you’ve left forever.”

Ossie threw his arms round Bob.  “Sir, thank you for ... for everything, sir, especially ...”

“I know, Ossie.  You’re a good boy.”

In a whirl of joy Ossie kissed Will and whispered, I got fucked, dude ... up the butt.”  He hugged the twins and Felipe, then ran eagerly from the room.

Kevin smiled at Bob.  “He’s such a great guy.  Kyle and I are pleased he’s still going to be our neighbor upstairs.  Thank you, sir, for what you did for him.”

Bob chuckled.  “It was a pleasure, Kevin.  And I really mean, it was a pleasure.  You and Kyle should try it some time.”

“Oh, we intend to sir,” Kyle laughed.  “Like Kevin said, he’ll be sleeping right next door.”

<><>    Ossie Gets Back To Work    <><>

When Ossie dashed into the office he found Brandon sitting in his wheelchair hunched over his laptop frowning at the screen. 

“Sir, I’m back, I’m not going away.  Bob had a long talk with me.”

“Delighted to hear it, Ossie.  And then he made love to you?

“Yes, sir, how did you know?  And ... and he butt-fucked me, sir.  It was incredible.”

“Bob’s a fast worker,” Brandon smiled.  “And of course, no one can resist him.   And then he asked you to stay, right?”

“Not exactly, sir.  I begged him to let me stay.   And I’m asking you the same thing.  Please give me my job back.  I’m sorry I left you like that, I didn’t mean to quit, I love it ... and I love you, sir ... please forgive me ...”

“OK, OK, Ossie,” Brandon smiled, “I’m delighted you’re staying.  It was a tempest in a teapot.  Ryan’s upstairs with Darius, talking ... or whatever ... and we got a shitload of work to do, kiddo,.  Paychecks and direct deposits have to go out tomorrow and they mustn’t be late.  Do you think you’re ready to handle that?  I’ll be here to answer all your questions and then we’ll go over it together to check for errors.”

“Like I told you when you hired me, sir, I like a challenge.  And Ryan taught me a lot before ... well ... before all that mess.  So sure, I’m ready to give it a go, sir.”

“Atta boy.  I’m so glad you’re back, Ossie.  Oops, there goes the phone again – looks like Zack.  Brandon punched a button to put it on speaker.  “Hey Zack, what’s up?”

“Brandon you’re gonna hate me, ‘cos I know how busy you guys are.  But late yesterday a problem came up on the site and I asked two of my hourly guys to work overtime.  They were about to leave but they did me a favor and stayed.  They were so obliging that I’d like the extra pay to show up on this week’s paycheck, if it’s not too late.”

“No problem Zack.  Were compiling payroll right now but there’s just time to add this in.  But after that I’ll need their timecards asap, OK?  I’m gonna hand you over to Ossie.  He’s in charge of payroll now and he’ll take down the details.”

“You’re a prince Brandon.  When I get home I’ll show my gratitude by sucking your dick, OK?’

“Zack,” Brandon laughed, “I need the timecards not a blow job.  Tempting as the offer is, my man Pete takes care of that.   OK, here’s Ossie.”

Ossie picked up and Zack said, “Hey, Ossie, glad you stuck around, kid – all those wild rumors.  OK, what do you need?  I got their pay rates, employee number, date of hire, all that stuff.

“Not necessary, sir.  All I need is their names and number of hours worked.  The computer takes care of the rest.”  Ossie entered the names and hours as Zack told him, and instantly, “Done, sir.  Here’s the dollar figure you can tell them will be on their checks.”

“Wow, that some system you got there, kiddo.”

“All thanks to Ryan, sir.  The system he created is like flying on auto-pilot – just enter the data and the system takes care of everything else.  Have a good day, sir.”

Brandon watched proudly as Ossie handled it perfectly – while giving all the credit to Ryan.  But in the back of his mind Brandon was wondering what was happening between Darius and Ryan, and how he would handle things when Ryan came through the door and faced Ossie.

<><>    Love & Trust    <><>

When Darius and Ryan went into their bedroom there was an uneasy silence at first, until Darius took the lead. He pulled Ryan onto the couch and they turned to face each other.  “So, kiddo, all I’ve got so far is rumors that you and Ossie had some kind of fight and Ossie said he’s quitting.  You wanna tell me what actually happened?”

Ryan squirmed.  “Sir, can I ask you a question first?  Do you ... do you still love me?  Am I still your boy?”

Darius frowned.  “What kinda question is that?  I’m disappointed to hear you ask such a thing.  I thought I always made clear you were the boy I love and always will.”

“So you don’t love Ossie?  He’s not your boy instead of me?”

“Jesus, so that’s what this is all about.   Where the hell does that come from, kid?”

“It’s just that, when you met him you really liked him ... like a brother you said ... ‘cos he looks just like you.  Then at dinner you said guys like you and him gotta stick together.  And when I came into the office I saw you stroking his hair and gazing into his eyes like you’d just been kissing.   I thought you were falling in love with Ossie and ditching me.”

“Wow, stop right there, kid.  That’s quite a stretch – I’m friendly with the new boy so I must be falling in love and swapping him for you?  That’s a whole lot of imagination you got going there, boy, and a ton of paranoia.  And I suppose you accused Ossie of that.  What did he say?”

“He looked surprised, sir, and denied it all, then said he would quit his job and go away.  I took that as a sign of his guilt, so I said he should.”

Darius closed his eyes and sighed deeply, trying not to get angry.  OK, here’s the truth, Ryan.  Sure I like Ossie, what’s not to like?  He seems like a sweet kid, and I was amused that we looked so much alike ... he could a’ been my kid brother ... but my lover?!  Like I said, that’s a giant leap of warped imagination, boy.”

Ryan blushed deeply.   “It looks like I fucked up, sir.”

“Big time, kid.  And caused a whole lotta damage in the process.  Ah, I guess I can just see how my affection for the boy might have seemed a bit too much, but you know how I am, kid.  I’m friendly with everyone, especially a new boy whose feeling his way and probably still nervous.  It was my way of welcoming him and putting him at his ease with a few lighthearted jokes.  Like ‘black guys with green eyes gotta stick together’ ... smile.”

Tears started running down Ryan’s cheeks, and Darius stood up.  “Ah no, not tears ... you know I can never stand seeing you unhappy kiddo.  I love you for Chrissake.”

“I’m sorry, sir, I made a mistake and acted like an idiot.  I was real mean to Ossie, he’ll prob’ly never speak to me again.  And you won’t want a boy as stupid and mean as me.”

“Will you stop saying that, boy!” Darius shouted, then instantly clenched his fists and got control of himself.  He was genuinely moved by his boy’s tears and sat down with him.  “Look, kiddo, I can see you’ve been hurting a lot too – imagining something that didn’t really happen.  But we all mess up sometimes, and I know it’s because you love me and were scared of losing me. 

“I suppose when a guy is so much in love and so happy, he sometimes feels, deep down, a bit nervous that the love will end and his happiness disappear.  Hell, we have the best example of that in Randy who loves Bob so deeply that for years he was scared Bob would leave him.  But the thing that troubles me most, kid, was that you didn’t trust me.  I always told you that I would never hurt you and that you could always trust me ... always.

He sighed.  “Anyway, I guess it’s all water under the bridge, I sure hope so.”

“Does that mean I’m still your boy, sir?”

“Dude, look into these green eyes that caused so much trouble.  They’re the eyes of a man who loves his gorgeous Thai boy, a man who’s sworn to protect you ... even from yourself and your crazy thoughts,” he grinned.  “Kid, all lovers go through silly stuff like this sometimes, and regret it after.  The tough part is sorting it all out and letting love take over again. 

“But words are just words and, as we’ve seen, they can get us into trouble.  So I put more faith in actions, showing someone instead of telling them.  Your ego’s been damaged and I wanna repair that by proving how much I love you – and lust for you.  You wanna give it a try?”

“Yes please, sir.  I want everything to come right again with us.”

“OK, stand up.”  Ryan got up and watched Darius go over to the bed and lie down on his back.   He ripped open his black jeans and shoved them below his butt, exposing his massive cock that lay limp halfway down to his knees.  He linked his hands casually behind his head and smiled up at his boy.

“Right.  So you know what turns me on, kiddo – watching you get naked before you come to bed with me. I won’t do anything – just lie here, watch you and show you how much you turn me on.”

Ryan knew just what Darius wanted.  He was a very visual guy and Ryan had put on this show for him many times. He was still wearing what he had worn in the office – shorts, sneakers and a blue short-sleeve shirt over a white cotton tank.  He stood a short distance back from the foot of the bed so Darius had a perfect view. 

Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall open, exposing the white tank underneath.  He shrugged the shirt off and flung it on the bed beside Darius, who was staring up at the beautiful young Thai boy with his slanted eyes, black hair and soft, smooth features.  Seeing Darius’s cock stir, Ryan unbuttoned his shorts and let them fall.

Darius moaned quietly, seeing his boy’s compact body dressed only in white cotton tank and boxer briefs that hugged his hips and butt.  Ryan turned sideways and bent down to unlace his sneakers, thrusting his butt up high.  He took off the sneakers, then stood up straight and smiled down at Darius, whose cock was now coming to life, lying semi-hard on his stomach.

Ryan turned his back toward Darius and slowly pushed down his briefs, sliding them slowly over the mounds of his butt.  He bent forward, pulled them down his legs and slid them off over his feet, his bare butt flexing as he raised one foot at a time.   When he straightened up he turned to face the bed, now wearing only his cotton tank.

Darius’s cock stiffened slowly as he stared at the Thai boy’s bubble butt.  But he curbed his instinct to touch his swelling cock and kept his hands linked behind his head, determined to let the boy do all the work. 

Ryan smiled as he watched the monster shaft grow bigger and harder.  Taking his time, he reached behind his neck and slowly pulled up on his tank, rising up over his hairless torso – abs, pecs and shoulders – until it came free and he tossed it on his discarded shirt on the bed.

Naked now, Ryan slowly ran his hands over his own velvet-soft flesh, as if making love to his own body.  “Fuck ...” Darius groaned.  As he had watched the sexy striptease his cock had stiffened and now stood fully erect, all ten iron-hard inches of it.”

Ryan stared at it in awe.  “Sir, do you want me to take care of that?”

“Sure I do, boy.  But not with your mouth.  You know what I want.  Show me you trust me.”

“Yes, sir, I can do that.”  Ryan picked up a jar of lube from the bedside table, knelt on the floor by the bed and lovingly oiled up his man’s cock as an act of worship.  Then he climbed on the bed and stood astride his chest.  Darius gazed up at his boy’s lean, trim body and fine high-cheeked features and groaned, “Gorgeous ... so fucking sexy.  Make your man feel good, kid.”

Ryan smiled, bent his knees and sank slowly down until his butt touched the greasy tip of the huge black shaft.  “I love you, sir, and I do trust you completely.  He sank lower and let the head of the cock slide gently inside his ass.   He gasped lightly and paused, then lowered his butt slowly down the full length of the giant cock – inch after inch after inch.

When Ryan had first become Darius’s boy, it had taken weeks of trial and error to take the whole ten-inch black shaft inside him.   But now it was his biggest thrill, watching his man flex beneath him while his ass massaged his huge cock.  He rose up off it, then smiled down at Darius and lowered his hips again until he was sitting on the wiry mass of black pubes.

“Ride it, kiddo, your ass feels so fucking hot.”  Darius looked sideways at the wall mirror and the homoerotic reflection of a black musclehunk construction worker, his long cock disappearing into the perfect ass of the handsome young Thai boy kneeling above him.

The roles of top and bottom became blurred as Ryan reached forward and twisted his man’s nipples, making him gasp.  Ryan was in control while Darius lay back passively, arms bent, head resting on his linked hands.  “You know I could rear up and rip you open with this fucking weapon, don’t you kid?”

“I know you could, sir, but you asked me to trust you and I do.  I know you would never hurt me, I know you love me and I’m sorry for doubting that.  Please show me you forgive me by filling my ass with your juice, sir.”

“Whenever you’re ready kiddo.  You’re in charge.”

Ryan took that as a challenge.  He took his hands off Darius’s nipples, knelt up straight-backed and wrapped one hand round his own cock.  Darius raised his hips so his cock penetrated even deeper, which spurred the boy into even greater action.  He simultaneously pounded his man’s cock with his ass, and his own cock in his fist. 

Darius’s green eyes penetrated his boy’s.  “You’re bringing me real close kiddo.  You look beautiful riding my schlong.  I love you, boy, I never stopped, never will.  You’re my boy, your sweet ass is mine ... and I’m gonna cum inside you, kid.  Here it comes, kiddo ... Yeaahh!.” 

Darius arched his back, pushed his cock in deep and it erupted inside his boy as Ryan yelled and spurted juice all over the muscular black hunk’s heaving chest and chiseled face.

As his cock drained, Ryan laughed with the joy of relief and release – relief that their love was restored, and the release of his pent-up juices that splashed down on the man he idolized.  It was a fitting double climax to the drama that pitted love against anger.  And love had triumphed.

<><>    Pals Again    <><>

As they got dressed Ryan said, “Thank you, sir, for making me see sense and for letting me ...”

“... letting you ride my cock?” Darius laughed.  “The pleasure was all mine, dude.   So, I want this to be an end of the whole stupid misunderstanding – we’ll chalk it up to experience, OK?”

“OK, sir,” Ryan smiled.  “Now I have to get back to Brandon, and then Bob wants my help.”

“So go for it, kiddo ... and make up with Ossie.  He’s a good kid, you two should be buddies.”

Darius pulled Ryan into one last tight hug and the boy ran off downstairs.  From the window Darius looked down at him running across the lawn toward the office.  He thought, not for the first time, ‘gee, having your own a boy is a big responsibility’. 

However, he felt he had handled the situation well and the kid had left feeling safe, happy and more in love than ever.  Darius also realized how much he himself had grown in the process, and hoped his man Zack would be proud of him when he told him all about it.

Meanwhile, the moment had come when Ryan at last walked into the office and found Ossie working hard.  He was relieved that Ossie had not gone through with his threat to quit, but felt nervous about what came next.  Brandon took charge and wheeled himself over to them. 

“How did things go with Darius, Ryan?”

“It was great ... everything’s just fine ... and he, er, made me realize how dumb I’ve been and how much trouble I caused for everyone. The worst part was how mean I was to you, Ossie, for no reason.  It was all a stupid misunderstanding on my part, jumping to paranoid conclusions.”

“Guys,” Brandon said hesitantly ... but Ossie interrupted.  “Sir, It’s not fair for you to be in the middle of all this.  So, er, if you can spare us for a few minutes, maybe Ryan and me can work things out together and put a lid on the whole thing.”

Brandon looked at Ossie with renewed admiration.  “Sounds like a good idea.  So Ryan, if that’s OK with you, you could use my back office.  I can handle things out here for a while.  While you’re gone I’ll go over your payroll figures, Ossie, and check for errors.”

“Let’s do it,” Ryan said, with some relief.  So a few minutes later the two boys stood facing each other in Brandon’s office.  They were both nervous, until Ossie suddenly flung his arms round Ryan in an affectionate hug.  “Ryan, I really do want to put all this behind us ... you already apologized and now it’s my turn. 

“Something Kevin said still rings in my ears.  He told me that I haven’t been here long enough to know that blowups like this happen quite often between boys when passions flare and emotions run high.  I realize now that my reaction was over-the-top, wanting to quit my job and run away at the first hint of trouble.  Face it, we were both a bit dumb and made a drama over nothing. So we’re kind of even, don’t ya think?  You wanna shake on it?”

Ryan smiled.  “Sure I do.”  They shook hands, sat down, and Ryan said, in a conspiratorial tone, “The thing I’d like to know is how Bob convinced you to stay, after everyone else failed to.”

“Oh that,” Ossie blushed.  “Well, Bob talks a lot of sense, and he’s so warm and kind that ...”

“... that no one can ever say no to him, eh?”  That’s what everyone says, and they’re right.”

“Yeah, but it was more than that ... the clincher was when he made love to me.”

“He did?” Ryan said wide-eyed.

“Yeah, to me who’d never been touched sexually by another man, except yesterday when the twins sucked my dick.   But it was more than that even ... much more ...”

Ryan grinned impishly.  “You mean ... you mean ... he fucked you up the butt?”

“First time in my life, dude.  I never thought I could, but he wanted to and ...”

“And no one ever says no to Bob,” they said together and collapsed with laughter.

“So how could I run away after that?  I mean, the man could chain me to the wall and fuck me every hour on the hour and I wouldn’t complain.”

“I know, right?  That’s how I felt when he fucked me.”

“But back at ya, dude.  How did Darius convince you that you had nothing to fear, that you were still the boy he loved?”

“Well, actually, it was kinda similar.”

“He made love to you?”

“Yeah, but it was the way he did it.  He lay on the bed with his cock out of his jeans lying limp on his stomach.  Now you’ve never seen that dick ... er, have you Ossie?”

“No, dude, I’ve never seen his dick – there you go again.”  They collapsed with laughter again. 

“So anyway,” Ryan said, “it’s a legend in the tribe – ten inches of solid black prime beef.  Picture it ... there he is, hands behind his head, casual as all get out, telling me to take my clothes off. 

“So, he watches while I do this sort of striptease that I know he likes ... real slow, like.  And while I’m doing it I can see that monster starting to grow and get hard, rising up like it was inflated or something. Until there it was, all ten inches, standing up tall and proud like a flagpole on the Fourth of July.”

“Wow, and he made you suck it?”

“No.  That would have been too easy.  No, I stood on the bed, astride his chest, and ... drumroll please ... I sat on it.”

“Sat on it.  How’d you do that?”

“Very, very carefully, dude.  That massive pole slid in my ass and I sank down on it, inch by inch, until all ten inches were inside me.”

“Get outa here, you’re kidding me.”

“I kid you not, dude.  I rode that fucker like a cowboy rides a bull, looking down at that gorgeous face and body while I jerked off over my man and he shot this massive load of jizz in my ass.”

“I do not believe it.  Let me feel that ass, dude.”

“No way, buddy, it’s still too sore sitting in this chair.”  Ryan stood up and leaned back against the wall.  “Matter of fact, the real reason I’m happy you’re sticking around and taking my place is that there’s no way I could sit at that desk the rest of the day.  My ass would be killing me.”

Ossie jumped up and pushed against him so his butt pressed hard against the wall.  Ryan giggled, “Get off me, idiot, it hurts, like I’m getting fucked all over again.”

“Just checking, dude – I know how you can exaggerate.”  That brought more loud laughter until there was a sharp knock on the door.  “If you guys are quite finished there’s a shitload of work building up out here.”

They put on their serious face and went out to the office.  Sorry, sir, we were just ...” 

“I don’t wanna hear,” Brandon said, trying to keep a straight face, and delighted that the two had obviously made up and become pals.  “I, er, took a look at your work, Ossie, and made only a couple of minor corrections.”

Ossie sat at his desk and said, “But I did have one question for you, Ryan.  I compiled the lists alright, piece of cake, but I couldn’t figure out a way to save the data.”

“No need, dude,” Ryan said, standing behind him and looking over his shoulder.  “See, I figured that when work pressure is on and guys are scrambling to meet the deadline, they might forget to save their work, and lose it all.  So I put it on auto-save, so it’s one less thing to remember.

Brandon watched them working amiably as buddies and felt huge relief that this whole upsetting episode was clearly over. 

He said, “By the way, Ryan, Bob keeps asking me when you’re going back to work for him.  Seems he’s in a real mess without you, so you better get your ass over there right now.”  Brandon stifled another smile.  “And, er, talking of your ass, Ryan, maybe Bob will let you do your work standing up.  Doesn’t hurt to ask.  I’m sure Bob of all people will understand.

<><>    Back To Normal    <><>

After all the storm and stress of the last few days, the overwrought emotion and then the butt-fuck solutions, things settled down surprisingly quickly and normalcy returned – if there ever was such a thing as normalcy in this clan.

When Ryan reported for work as Bob’s personal assistant, after being loaned out to the office, Bob looked up with a sigh of relief.  “At last.  Is everything settled between you and Ossie?”

“Yes thank you, sir, peace reigns, thanks to a couple of great fucks – one by you and another by my man Darius.”

Bob chuckled. “Yeah, that formidable weapon of his is enough to settle any dispute.  Thank heaven you’re back, because you see before you a man who is drowning and going under for the third time.  I hate to do this to you but there’s a bundle of files here that I just threw on the pile.  No time to enter them in my computer.”

Ryan flicked through them.  “Ah, no problem, sir, that’s my job.  I’ll have them sorted and posted in no time.”

“Ryan, you’re an angel from heaven.”

Ryan chuckled, “Tell that to Darius, sir.”

“Oh I think he would agree, kiddo.  He’s the one put a halo on you.”

And so, as Ryan had said, peace reigned, with everyone back to work, clearing the backlogs that had built up while their attention had been focused on other things.

Of course, as with any drama, the rest of the tribe had been riveted by the story and the grapevine worked overtime, spreading the word of Ryan’s and Ossie’s reconciliation, with graphic descriptions of the two epic butt-fucks – Ossie, for the first time in his life, by the charismatic Bob ... and Ryan, happily riding the biggest cock in the tribe, his man Darius.

At the tribe dinner that evening it was, not surprisingly, Eddie who had the last hyperbolic word.  “Let’s face it, guys, as dramas go in this tribe, this one had it all – like those blaring over-the-top trailers on old movies – ‘the Passion, the Lust, the Heartbreak, the Stupendous Fucks ...”

Or maybe it was Eddie’s man Hassan who had the final, final word.  “Hmm,” he grunted, “I may be wrong but I don’t recall ever seeing the words ‘Stupendous Fucks’ on any movie I watched.   Maybe I don’t get out enough.”

The crowd laughed and went on to other topics.  That was a feature of the tribe.  Mini-dramas had a tendency to flare up suddenly, then cool down just as quickly, especially if they were of the “tempest-in-a-teapot” variety as Brandon had called it.

Amid the loud chatter nobody noticed the quiet celebration happening between Brandon and his man, Ranger Pete.  Pete raised his wineglass and said, “Here’s to you, Brandon.  I am so proud of you, kiddo, for handling that situation, calming folks down and keeping the office running.”

Brandon smiled.  “That’s why they pay me the big bucks, sir, and call me Director of Finance.”

“Hmm, I have a feeling that a bigshot Director of Finance outranks a Forest Ranger, but that ain’t gonna stop this Ranger from taking the bigshot to bed and making love to him.”

“Including a ‘Stupendous Fuck’, sir?”

“Nah, I don’t do ‘stupendous’ kid, that ain’t my style. You’ll have to settle for ‘warm and loving’.

“Fine by me, sir.”  They smiled and clinked glasses.

<><>    Ossie At The Construction Site    <><>

Next morning Ossie got up early in his new apartment and was one of the first down for the buffet breakfast that Felipe and Will were still bringing out to the garden. 

Will kissed him on the cheek.  “You’re early, dude.  Big day today.  It’s my turn to pack the crews’ box lunches and drive them out to the worksites.  And as it’s the end of the week, someone from the office usually comes with me to distribute the paychecks.  Gotta get back to the kitchen, dude.  It’s just me and Felipe there today.

When Brandon came in from his house across the street he came and sat with Ossie.  “Sorry, dude, bit late today.  Ranger Pete was still in a celebratory mood and I can never say no to that.  Here, you should have a key to open the office whenever you’re the first to arrive.”

They went in together and Brandon said, “First order of business today is to print the paychecks.  They are signed by the Director of Finance – me – and have to be countersigned by the Executive Director, Bob.  Then I would like you to take them to the worksites with whichever chef is taking out the lunches today.  This afternoon we’ll do the direct deposits so they show up in their banks tomorrow.

“Randy is very hot on the crew getting paid on time.  Says he pushes the guys hard and they deserve to get paid promptly for their work.  A couple of times when we had glitches he stormed in here and hit the roof, and that ain’t a pretty sight.  If that ever happens, leave him to me.  I know how to calm Randy down – Bob showed me a few tricks.”

They worked hard to meet the deadline and when the checks were printed, and signed by Brandon, Ossie took them across to Bob for countersignature. Ryan was alone in Bob’s office and smiled, “Ah, the checks.  Bob’s on a conference call in his living room but he shouldn’t be long.  I know you’re on a deadline.”

“How’s it going in here, dude?” Ossie asked.  “You spent so much time in the office there must have been quite a backlog.”

“Ah, nothing I couldn’t handle.  We’re pretty much caught up, and this afternoon Bob has a meeting with the bigshots at Warner Studios.  I go with him to take notes, and it’s awesome.  See, some of his clients are celebrities – today it’s one of Warner’s big action stars.  But I’m not allowed to talk about it, even to you, dude.  It’s all confidential, especially today’s client.”

“I get it, Ryan. I’m not allowed to talk about private personnel matters either, like what a guy earns. Besides, even if you told me the names of Bob’s clients I prob’ly wouldn’t know them.  Only big movie star I would recognize is the guy who was in all those Tarzan movies.  I’ve got all the DVD’s and jack off to them a lot.  And I’ve seen the billboards for his next movie, where they say he plays a lifeguard.  I’ll sure go see that one when it’s released.”

Ryan bit his tongue.  Ossie was describing Grady, of course, who was the client coming to the meeting today, as well as being an intimate friend of the tribe.  Ryan would have loved to tell Ossie, but couldn’t.  Anyway, at that moment Bob breezed in. 

“Hi, Ossie, sorry to have kept you, I know you’re in a hurry.  Are those the checks?”

As Bob sat and signed them he said to Ryan.  “I was just talking to the studio, this meeting’s gonna be tough.  It’s a well-known fact that the devil is in the details, and we’re down to the smallest contract details for the new movie. You’d be surprised how picky studio bosses can get about how long the star’s hair has to be – in inches.  It can take up paragraphs of the contract.”

When the checks were all signed, Ossie said, “Good luck at the studio, sir,” and ran back to the office, where Will was already waiting for him.  “Come on, dude.  The lunches are packed in my truck.  Let’s hit the road.”

Sitting next to Will, Ossie hugged the briefcase to him containing the checks and payroll slips, and grinned. “I feel kind of important, Will, all the guys waiting for their checks.”  But when they arrived Ossie felt a bit intimidated by the size of the construction site and all the noisy activity.  As they made their way to Randy’s trailer office the workers yelled hello to Will.

“Hi guys.  I’ve got your lunches, and Ossie here has your paychecks.  Say hi to Ossie and be nice to him.  He’s the one who’ll be writing your checks from now on.”

There was a raucous chorus of “Hi, Ossie” as Will went off to unload the lunch boxes and Ossie went into Randy’s trailer. 

Randy was standing at a drafting table studying blueprints, and smiled at Ossie.  “Hey kiddo, come here.”  He wrapped his muscular arms tight round him and Ossie inhaled the pungent odor of sweat and grease.  Randy was in his usual work gear – sweaty frayed tank, muddy jeans and work boots – and Ossie’s cock stiffened as his muscular body pressed against him.

“OK, you can use that desk over there for when the guys come in and sign for their checks.  “Gee, you look especially hot today, kiddo, that gorgeous dark skin and sexy green eyes.  But a little more muscle wouldn’t hurt.  It’s time I started you off in the gym.  Tell you what, this evening after work we’ll go down to our home gym together before dinner, and I’ll set you up with a workout routine, OK?”

“Er, yes sir, thank you sir.” Ossie stammered, in a blur of conflicting feelings.

“Right, so pull that cord over there.”  Ossie did, and a piercing whistle sounded.  “That means lunch break, kid.  The guys will be in soon so get your papers ready.  “I’ll be over here and if anyone causes trouble I’ll take care of it.  And I’ll see you later in the gym, OK?”

On the drive back with Will, Ossie was nervous.  “Randy wants to see me in the gym after work, dude.  That means he’s gonna fuck my ass, like he did everyone else.  But I can’t, Will.  That huge dick?  I watched him fuck Bob and he was real rough.  What can I do, Will?”

“Calm down, is the first thing.  Look, as I told you before, Randy will never hurt a boy, including you.  How do you think Bob would react if he heard Randy had force-fucked you against your will?  Bob really would threaten to leave him.  No, Randy will never force himself on you.  He’s usually rough with Bob ‘cos that’s the way Bob likes it – that goes back a long, long way.”

“He’ll push you hard in the workout, and that’s a good thing.  You’ll feel great afterwards, a bit achy is all.  But I guarantee, every boy Randy’s ever fucked wanted it, and they loved it.  You’ll often hear guys talk about the time Randy fucked them.  But, if you say no, it’s no, simple as that.  It’ll be the workout and that’s all, no hard feelings.  He’ll love you as much as ever.”

“Thanks, Will, that makes me feel better.  Can you lend me some gym clothes?”

After Ossie was back in the office Will came in with gym shorts and a tank. He said, “Ossie’s got a gym date with Randy after work, Brandon.  And he’s nervous.”

“Don’t be, Ossie,” Brandon reassured him.  “I know Randy has a reputation of being rough and tough, much of it deserved, with that massive schlong of his.  But he loves the boys and would never hurt them.  Everyone remembers the first time Randy fucked them, but they all wanted it.”

“That’s just what Will said, sir.  I’m not really nervous, it’s just that I don’t know what to expect.”

Brandon laughed.  “Ossie, no one know what to expect from Randy.  He won’t hurt you, but whatever he does, you’ll remember it, I promise you that.”

<><>    Ossie’s First Gym Workout    <><>

At five o’clock Brandon said, “OK, Ossie, let’s call it a day.  A fine day’s work, and you did great.  You’ve taken to all this like a duck to water.  I hope you enjoyed it.”

“I did, sir, very much.  I love it here.  I just hope I don’t upset Randy, I’ve never been great at gym stuff.”

“I told you before, don’t worry.  Randy is a very kind man.  He gets a lot of that from Bob, though he’s always been kind-hearted with kids, starting with his younger brothers back in Texas.  I saw him come through the gate a few minutes ago and go down to the gym so you better hurry.  You can change here into the gym shorts Will left for you.”

A few minutes later, his heart beating fast, Ossie went down the stairs to the basement gym. The shorts and tank of Will’s were too big and hung on him, making him look nerdy, he thought.  He took a deep breath and walked in.

Randy didn’t notice him at first.  He was busy walking round the gym, lessening the weights and adjusting equipment to suit an inexperienced rookie.  He was still wearing his work clothes and Ossie wondered if that’s how he always worked out.

“Hey, kiddo, you’re here.  Wait just a minute till I get out of these clothes.” Randy pulled off his shirt, bent down, untied his boots and pulled them off, then dropped his pants and undershorts.  He tossed them all in a corner and walked round the room, unselfconsciously naked, making final adjustments to the weights.

Ossie’s cock was hard as he watched the brawny, naked gypsy, his muscles gleaming as he walked under the ceiling spotlights, his massive cock swinging between muscled thighs.  Ossie was glad of his too-baggy shorts as they hid his boner. 

Randy finally walked over to a pile of old gym clothes in the corner and pulled out shorts and sneakers.  He pulled on the dark blue gym shorts that barely hid the tip of his cock hanging down to the bottom.  He pulled on the sneakers and left them unlaced, then pulled another, smaller pair of shorts from the pile and tossed them to Ossie.

“Here, put these on.  Those oversized shorts look kinda dumb.  If I’m gonna make a gym jock out of you, you gotta look the part.”

Blushing, Ossie started to lower his shorts, then paused and turned his back.  “Dude,” Randy chuckled, “if your worried about that hard-on, don’t be.  All the boys have a boner when they work out with me, it goes with the territory.”

In the new shorts, Ossie turned round, smiled and held his arms out to the sides.  “Ta-da”.

“Terrific.  How’d you feel, kiddo?”

“Actually quite nervous, sir.”

“OK, come here.”  Randy sat down astride a bench and Ossie did likewise, facing him.  Sitting like this, Randy’s shorts rode up his thighs a little, exposing his cock.  Randy grinned, “Take your eyes off my cock and look into my eyes.”  Ossie stared into the hypnotic pale blue eyes set in his dark craggy features.

“OK, so you’re worried about me fucking you.  Don’t be ‘cos I’m not going to.  I know when a boy wants it and when he don’t, and you obviously don’t.”  He grinned. “I might have something else in mind later, but not fucking.  Now let’s get that tank off you and take a look at you.” 

Randy pulled Ossie’s shirt off and ran his hands over his bare chest. “You see, Ossie, like so many black guys, the god of genes has been good to you, giving you that naturally perfect physique – no body fat, great natural proportions and definition.  Darius has it, only of course he’s real muscular, a gorgeous body.  You’re on the skinny side.  All you need is a bit more muscle, and that’s why we’re here.

“I’ve reduced all the weights here ‘cos we’ll start you off real light and work up.  OK, you ready?  Not nervous anymore?”

 Ossie managed a smile. “Not nervous, sir.  I’m ready.

And so began the hour-long routine.  Randy started him off with cable exercises, and light dumbbells, before attempting pullups to a horizontal bar.  Randy did a quick set of ten to demonstrate, then Ossie had a go.  But he managed one and a bit before collapsing on the floor.  They both laughed and Randy said, “Yeah, that one needs a little work.”

They laughed a lot after that and the hour went by quickly.  Ossie never lost his hard-on, which grew even larger as he relaxed and had fun with the rugged, handsome gypsy.  But exhaustion was creeping up on him and Randy said, “OK, kiddo, you’re done for the day.  But not me, I still got a few more sets to do with heavier weights.”  He grinned, “And this is where that other thing comes in that I mentioned at the start.”

He laughed, “No, not a butt-fuck ... bondage.  Sounds scary, right?  But you won’t be scared.  A lot of guys in the tribe get into it and it can be real sexy.  You ever, er, thought about it?”

“Sir, when Bob fucked me he grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the bed. almost as if I was tied down, his captive.  He said that you would have actually used ropes.  I kinda surrendered my body to Bob ... it felt really exciting being in his power.  ‘Course I knew I could trust him.”

“Good word that – trust.  OK, a few rules.  First, if ever any guy outside the tribe says ‘trust me’ ... don’t.  Many kids have learned that the hard way.  But you can trust all the guys in the tribe, and that includes me.  Look into my eyes.”

Once again Ossie gazed into the smiling, penetrating blue eyes, and in those few seconds he surrendered to Randy, the same way he had surrendered to Bob.”

“Good, so we’re ready.  Come over here and stand under that bar that gave you so much trouble just now.”  Ossie did as ordered and Randy picked up two lengths of cord from the floor.  He tied them to the bar, shoulder-length apart, pulled the boy’s arms up one by one and tied his wrists to the other end of the cord.  As Randy stretched up, his sweaty armpit pressed against Ossie’s face and he almost lost his load.

He instinctively tugged at his restrains and, for the first time in his life, he truly felt like a captive, at the mercy of another man – the big gypsy boss of the tribe.  He was surprised that he didn’t feel scared, just excited.

“Feels good don’t it?” Randy grinned.  “You should know that I always use escape knots.  If a boy panics all I have do is pull the hanging cord, it unravels and the kid’s free.”  He stood back and surveyed his young captive.  “Real good ... you’re a handsome kid, Ossie.”

Randy came close, wrapped his hand round Ossie’s head and kissed him.  Ossie felt the bare chest press against him and he almost shot his load.  But Randy was the expert and pulled away just in time.  “Just one more thing, kid.  I like my boys bound and naked.”  He loosened Ossie’s shorts and let them drop.

“That’s it.  You look fucking sexy, kid.  And you don’t have to do a damn thing.  Like I said, I have a few more sets of the heavy weights, and one reason I tied you up is I don’t like guys coming up to me and groping me while I work out.  I’m kinda shy about that.

Ossie was surprised to hear the words ‘Randy’ and ‘shy’ in the same sentence – not the word he would have used, but he was content to just stand there and watch.  Actually, he had no choice in the matter ... that ‘s what excited him.

Having surveyed his naked young prisoner Randy turned and studied himself in a mirror.  He ran his hand over his own pecs, then flexed a bicep and squeezed it with his other hand.  Ossie gasped as Randy dropped his shorts and, looking at his naked reflection, went through several more bodybuilder poses.

Ossie knew he was checking to see what body parts needed work, but he was also amazed to see that Randy was getting off on his own image. As he posed and flexed, his massive cock got harder until it stood out iron hard from his mass of black pubes and he growled, “Fuck, man.”

It was an incredible sight and, for the first time, Ossie tugged at his ropes, desperate to get free and touch his own cock.  Randy paid no attention – he had eyes only for himself.

From then on Ossie was tortured by lust for the naked gypsy as he went from one piece of equipment to the next, working one body part after another.  He loaded the bench-press with maximum weights, lay back, reached up and lifted and lowered the bar in one muscle-crunching rep after another.  On the last rep his muscles bulged and he howled in pain as he finally dropped the bar in its cradle.

Ossie stared down in disbelief at the muscled giant, chest heaving, dark stubbled features grimacing, shaggy black hair falling over his brow, body dripping with sweat.  And that cock, that massive shaft, rearing straight up.  Ossie wanted it.  He struggled to get free, desperate to lick it, swallow it ... to feel it in his ass.

He couldn’t believe that thought had come to him.  But it was true.  The fantasy of surrendering his ass to this magnificent man, as his captive, and feeling that huge cock penetrating him made his own cock shudder and he fought to hold back his pent-up climax.

But that was to come soon enough.  Randy was now standing beneath a chin-up bar, facing Ossie and the wall-mirror beside him.  He jumped up and grabbed the bar.  His body already weakened by the brutal bench-presses, he clenched his jaw and challenged himself to a series of agonizing pullups.

Only feet away in front of him, Ossie had a closeup view of the rugged bodybuilder punishing his own body that ran with sweat.  Randy stared at the mirror-reflection of the tortured gypsy pushing his body to the limit.  As his muscles neared exhaustion he howled at the man in the mirror.  “Fuck you, man ... lift ... lift, motherfucker ...”

Ossie gasped as Randy let go of the bar with one hand and hung by one arm, his stretched body straining, muscles flexed.  The free hand grabbed his cock and jacked it as, incredibly, he pulled halfway up with one arm and hung there, screaming obscenities at the mirror.  “Asshole, motherfucker ... do it, you son of a bitch ... now ...!”

Tugging at his restraints, Ossie watched in disbelief as Randy turned his face from the mirror to stare at him.  “Here it comes, boy ... Aaaaghh ...!”  His deep voice echoed round the gym, he pounded his cock in his fist and blasted a deluge of semen that splashed onto his captive boy who stared at the tortured gypsy and shuddered in a spontaneous eruption of pent-up juice.

Exhausted, disoriented, Ossie closed his eyes and breathed deeply, waiting for his heartbeats to subside.  When at last he opened his eyes Randy was pulling on his shorts and wiping the sweat from his face and body – looking none the worse for his punishing workout.

He grinned at the boy.  “Quite a workout, eh kiddo?’  Here, let me clean you up.”  He used the same towel to wipe his own cum off Ossie.  “And now, the magic of the escape knot.”  He reached up, tugged on the dangling rope at each wrist, and Ossie’s arms fell free at his side.  Randy rubbed his wrists and arms, then kissed his lips.  “You OK, kiddo?”

“I ... I think so, sir.   Yes, very OK, sir.”

“I know, it’s all a bit hard for a new kid to take in at first.  But, er, did it help you work out what you really want from me?”

“Oh yes, sir.  I know what I want.  I’m surprised, but I know exactly what I want.”

“Good. So are we on for tomorrow, same time, same place?  And we’ll see if you still want it?”

“Oh, I know I will, sir.”

OK, so put your shorts on, kid.  Bob don’t like it if a guy shows up naked for dinner.  Personally I think it’s not a bad idea, but he’s funny like that.  Good first workout, Ossie.  We’ll do even better tomorrow, that’s a promise.

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 TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength” – Book 13: Chapter 27