Trial Of Strength (Book 13)
by Rob Williams
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"THE COP MARK SUFFERS MIGHTILY"
The cop Mark feels his tough topman image is losing its power for his boy Jamie. The reverse is true, as Jamie tells the macho boss Bob, “The sexiest sight is a hot alpha male who’s overpowered by another top like you, sir. Watching the musclehunk suffer, tied up helpless, makes us worship him even more. Bob agrees and the shirtless cop ends up spreadeagled, at the mercy of the boss.
In the previous chapter
The hot, dominant cop Mark had been grappling with the complexities of his relationship with his boys Jamie and Felipe, both ten years his junior.
He had taken them on a break to their beach shack in the Guadalupe Dunes, where the boundless energy of the athletic young surfers made him realize he was perhaps no longer a match for their youthful stamina and raging hormones.
The cop had always been a tough top man, but now felt that his power was slipping, and the dynamic of the three-way love affair was changing. He was a man in his mid-thirties coming to terms with getting older.
Mark was also in another threesome – the triangular love affair he shared with Bob and Randy, the tribe’s co leaders. This trio had started out raggedly – three competitive alpha males – but when each man admitted his love for the other two, they became known in the tribe as the ‘triumphant trio’. And Mark’s Jamie, with his modern outlook on life, had no problem with that. It even enhanced his image of Mark, as the lover of the tribe’s two bosses.
So now, while the boys cavorted together in the surf, Mark called Bob, seeking help from the man he loved second only to Jamie. When Mark explained his tormented feelings, Bob’s reaction was to offer to come up to Guadalupe to give him moral support.
On the drive from the airport to the dunes Mark explained to Bob his new insecurities about changes in himself and his relationship. “I’m trying to come to terms with it, buddy, but I can’t help feeling old. Do you know the boys still call me ‘sir’? Makes me feel old but Jamie said it sounds sexy.”
Bob laughed, “Of course they call you ‘sir’ ‘cos that’s how they think of you. Mark, in the ten years I’ve known you, you’ve changed a bit physically – for the better. Still the same gorgeous looks and physique, but with a maturity and wisdom that makes you even sexier.
“Maybe so, Bob, and of course we all still love each other. But even making love with them confuses me. See, the boys look up to me as an authority figure, a cop, which means I’m the top man, always the one who fucks.”
“I know just what you mean, Mark, which is why I am so lucky to have a soulmate in Randy. I know I’m looked up to by the guys as boss of the tribe, but if ever I let that go to my head, Randy sees right through me. He tears me down off my pedestal, strips me naked, throws me on the bed, even ties me to the bed, and fucks my ass with that monster cock. That sure cuts me down to size, shows me I’m not always so tough, not always the top man. And feeling subservient even makes me feel younger.”
Mark looked into Bob’s deep brown eyes. “Man, I love you so damn much. You understand me. You said you would talk some sense into me – and help me in other ways too. You know what I really need, don’t you?”
Bob grinned. “Oh, I know what you need. You may be a top man, a tough authoritarian cop, but I know just what you need. And you’re gonna get it, officer ... from me.”
======= Book 13: Chapter 30 =========
<><> Topping A Cop <><>
As Mark’s truck came to a stop behind the beach shack, Mark leaned over and kissed Bob. “So here we are, Bob. Let’s go see what the boys are up to.”
They walked round the side of the shack to the beach where Jamie and Felipe had just come out of the surf, stuck their boards upright in the sand and were toweling each other off. Their faces lit up with smiles and there were hugs all round.
“Great to see you, sir,” Jamie said to Bob. “Maybe you can help the officer here to relax and go with the flow instead of swimming against the tide.”
“Hm,” Bob grinned, “I’ll do my best. Not sure I can match your fancy metaphors though, Jamie.”
“Oh, we tried more than metaphors, sir,” Felipe smiled. “We took care of Mark with multiple blow jobs.”
“Unfortunately,” Jamie added, “we had to tie him down to stop him jerking himself off. But we’re just a couple of dumb surfers, what do we know? We were just sucking cock, boys doing a man’s job. What he needs is a real man.”
“Hey, don’t I get a say in this?” Mark grinned.
“Actually no,” Bob said. “Jamie was right. “OK kids, sorry to kiss and run, but the officer and I have some urgent business to take care of.” Bob grabbed Mark’s arm and steered him into the shack, and Jamie and Felipe exchanged knowing grins.
After all the talk in the truck on the drive from the airport, it was time for action, and both men knew it. They went into the bedroom and held each other in a crushing embrace, giving them both rock hard erections. When at last they separated, they frantically stripped off their clothes.
“I need this so bad, buddy, Mark pleaded.
“I know you do, man.”
Passions flared. Mark threw himself on his back on the bed and Bob stared down at the macho cop lying naked before him, pulling his legs back and offering his ass. Bob spat on his rock-hard cock, stroked it for a few seconds, then knelt on the bed and pressed it against the cop’s ass.
Mark groaned, “I need a man, I need you, stud. Give it to me. Aaagh...!” He threw his head back and howled as Bob drove his rod in hard and rammed it all the way up the cop’s ass.
“Fuck yeah ... fuck me,” the cop moaned again.
How many times had Bob been manhandled by his savage gypsy lover Randy, with the passion and fury of rough sex? He knew what that felt like, and knew how much Mark craved it. Going caveman was not Bob’s style, but he did it now. He leaned forward, braced his palms on Mark’s chest and dug his fingers in his pecs.
Reflexively Mark grabbed Bob’s wrists but they were immovable, and the fuck increased in speed and intensity. It was not only Mark’s craving that drove Bob to plunder his ass, but the look of the naked blond cop – his square-jawed face thrashing from side to side, blue eyes wincing in pain, muscles flexing to resist the onslaught.
Mark stared up at a man he scarcely recognized. Bob’s chiseled features were set in fierce determination, eyes flashing, jaw clenched as his huge cock pistoned in and out of the cop’s ass. Mark let go of Bob’s wrists, reached up and pushed against his chest, in a token attempt at resistance.
Bob growled, “That’s not what you want officer, you don’t want this to stop. Big fucking muscle-cop getting his ass reamed, that’s what you want. Let me hear it, big guy.”
“OK, OK. I wanna feel my ass tortured by a beautiful man like you. Fuck me ... hard ... my ass is yours. Take it ... break that tough cop, degrade him, make him crawl.”
“OK, stud, you asked for it.” Bob grabbed his wrists, pushed them off his chest and slammed them down, pinned to the bed above his head. “You’re my prisoner, officer, and I’m gonna break you. Here it comes, man.” Bob raised up off his knees and arched over him on hands and feet for maximum thrust in his ass. He slammed down, pulled back and drove in again, and again.
It soon became too much even for the tough police officer and he groaned, “No! I can’t take any more. Please ... have mercy ... I’m begging you ... finish me off ... you win, sir ... you’ve broken me. I’m gonna cum ... fuck, I’m gonna cum ... aaagh!” His cock reared up and spurted long plumes of juice on his writhing body and agonized face.
As his cock drained tears were steaming down his face, but Bob continued the savage fuck. Now it really hurt, and he pleaded, “Please, sir, I just lost my load, I can’t take anymore. Cum inside me, I’m begging you ... I submit ... aaah ...! The pain reached a pitch as Bob’s cock swelled and erupted deep in the cop’s shattered ass.
Mark closed his eyes, gasping for air, willing his heartbeat to slow. Then he looked up at Bob’s smiling face and heard his soothing voice. “Well, officer, you said you needed to be topped by a real man. I gotta say, there’s nothing so hot as a powerful musclehunk cop stripped naked, pinned down, with a cock up his ass ... a broken man begging for mercy.”
Bob pulled out gently then lay down on Mark’s cum-soaked chest and pressed their mouths together in a churning kiss. Mark wrapped his arms round the man he loved and they rolled over on the big bed, kissing, licking, staring into each other’s eyes.
“Man,” Mark said, “you are so fucking beautiful and hot and sexy and ... and just what I needed. I am so fucking in love with you, Bob. Thanks, dude.”
“It was a pleasure, buddy, as you know. And it’s only the start of your rehabilitation. I have a few other treats in store.”
“All I can say to that, big guy, is bring ‘em on.”
There was a knock on the door and Felipe’s voice said, “Gentlemen, when you’re ready, lunch is served on the terrace.”
<><> A Mellow Lunch <><>
“Come to think of it,” Bob said to Mark, “I haven’t eaten all day – just grabbed a quick cup of coffee this morning before I left home for the airport.” He grinned, “I’ve been feeding my appetites in other ways, but now I need food.”
Mark got off the bed, fished in a drawer, pulled out a spare pair of speedos and tossed them to Bob. Here, dude, this is all you need around here.”
He pulled on his own swim trunks and they went out to the porch where the table was set and Jamie and Felipe stood like attentive waiters in a smart restaurant. Except that they were wearing, incongruously, only boardshorts and chef’s hats. “Nice touch, fellas,” Bob smiled.
“Same to you sirs,” Jamie grinned mischievously as the boys saw the cum smeared over their muscled chests after writhing together on the bed.
Mark laughed, “Yeah, I see what you mean, dude. We got time for a quick splash in the ocean to, er, wash off?”
“Go right ahead, sirs. Lunch will be waiting for you when you get back.”
The two men raced off over the sand, plunged into the surf and horsed around like kids let out of school.
Felipe smiled at Jamie. “I guess everything went OK in there.”
“Judging by all the noise, it did. I just wish Eddie had been there with his camera.” Jamie’s brow darkened a little. “Bob’s always a good influence on Mark. I just hope he can ... ah, never mind.”
Felipe noticed Jamie’s subtle shift in mood and was about to jump in to offer help, but he was forestalled by lusty shouts from the beach as the men raced out of the water to the shack. The boys tossed towels to them and they dried off while playfully flicking the towels at each other like jocks in a locker room.
They came up onto the porch and Bob said, “Guys, this is so cool of you to cook lunch for us.”
Felipe smiled, “You know how I love to cook, sir. And Jamie here is not bad as chef’s assistant. He follows orders well.”
“Looks great in that hat, too,” Mark grinned. “Way sexy. We should remember that, kiddo, next time we make love.” He reached over and tilted the hat to a rakish angle. “Even better ... a real prick teaser.”
Bob laughed, “If you guys can tear yourself away from dressing for sex, maybe we could eat? What have you got for us, Felipe?”
“I thought my Honduran specialty, baleadas, would be good for a lazy afternoon in the sun, sir.”
“Perfect, Felipe. Always a hit. Even steak-and-potatoes Randy has learned to love them. You need any help?”
“Not at all, sir. Everything’s ready, accompanied by a nice dry white wine. Just take a seat.”
After all the noisy action and underlying angst, the meal was a mellow interlude that calmed their thoughts and fed their hearty appetites. Bob regaled the others with stories about new boy Ossie and his minor feud with Darius’s boy Ryan, which Darius had nipped in the bud, resulting in a firm friendship between the two boys.
“Ossie is a remarkable boy,” Bob said, “such a quick, analytical mind. The twins took to him right away and asked him to become their boy. A three-way relationship can always be tricky, though, especially when a new boy joins a long-established love affair like the twins.”
Bob regretted saying that as soon as the words were out of his mouth. What he had described applied to Mark, Jamie and Felipe, and Bob was aware of the subtle tensions that lay beneath their otherwise happy and loving union. His gaffe made him even more determined to help the three guys resolve their issues while he was here with them.
There was a brief uneasy silence after what he had said, but the moment soon passed and their lively conversation resumed.
When the meal was over they lazed on the porch for a while until Jamie looked out to sea. “The sea usually calms down in the afternoon,” he said, “the surf is best in the early morning. That’s why we have such early location calls on Grady’s movie. But I reckon we have another hour or so of decent wave sets. Anyone up for a little more surf action?’
Mark leapt right in. “Count me in, kiddo. I’ve spent too much time here lazing around in the sun – before Bob got here anyway,” he grinned.
The ever-intuitive Bob wondered if Jamie had deliberately made a point that there was only an hour of good surfing left. Had he thrown that in for Mark’s benefit, Bob wondered, in recognition of his earlier limited stamina in contrast to the boys’?”
Deliberate or not Mark seemed not to notice and rose to the bait. It pleased Bob that Mark and Jamie would be out there together, and hastily said, “Not for me guys. I’m going for a jog along the beach.
“May I come with you. sir?” Felipe asked. Bob sensed a subtle intelligence in the boy, giving Mark and Jamie their space to be alone for a while.
He smiled, “It would be a pleasure, Felipe. We could go down as far as Zack’s shack, a couple of miles down the beach. When one of us is in the dunes we always check on the other’s shack to make sure it’s still intact, not washed away in the high tide.
Jamie said, “We’ll clear away the dishes and stuff when we get back. Come on guys. As our movie director likes to say ... ‘And ... Action!’”
<><> Felipe Confides In Bob <><>
Bob gave a satisfied smile as he watched Mark and Jamie march down to the water, their boards under their arms. Then he grinned at Felipe. “You sure about this, kiddo?”
“Absolutely, sir. Back home whenever I see you I’m busy in the kitchen, no time to talk.”
“OK, let’s go.” They took off at a slow jog, headed south down the beach, splashing through shallow water as it hissed up on shore. But it wasn’t long before they slowed to a walk as Bob had a sense that Felipe wanted to talk.
It often happened that boys felt a little nervous with Bob, the handsome, sexy co-leader of the tribe, but he was an expert at putting people at their ease. When Bob negotiated on Grady’s behalf with the studio executives at Warner, he engaged them in casual banter at first, before moving in for the kill. The circumstances now were totally different, of course, but the psychology was the same.
“As you said, Felipe, we haven’t talked in quite a long time, though the twins keep me abreast of how you’re doing. They are so pleased with the job you do in the kitchen, and say you work very well with Will.”
“I just love working with the guys in such a busy kitchen, sir. It’s like a perfect job for me, something I was always meant to do. And I have you to thank for making it possible, by arranging my work visa.”
“Yeah and as time goes on I’ll have my buddy work on your application for citizenship, if that’s what you want. Yep, I’m afraid you’re stuck with us, dude.”
“No one I’d rather be stuck with, sir.” Felipe smiled.
“Just lately all my focus has been on our new boy Ossie. I’m sure you heard about the incident in the office where Ryan had a paranoid feeling that Ossie would steal Darius away from him. But Darius has a good head on his shoulders and soon put that bit of nonsense to rest. Those three-way tangles can be like tiptoeing through a minefield.”
Bob had adeptly steered the conversation to the subject uppermost in both their minds. “Talking of threesomes, are you still enjoying life with Jamie and Mark?”
“Oh yes, sir. I’m in love with Jamie, as you know, and Mark seems happy at the arrangement. But like you said, sir, you have to work at stuff like that, and I’m careful to give them their space – like letting them come up here two days before I did.”
Bob grinned, “And why you let them go surfing together just now, and joined me on my walk.”
Felipe smiled. “No fooling you, is there, sir. I love to see them happy together.”
They walked on in silence for a while and Bob had a feeling that Felipe was plucking up the courage to share something with him. He was right.
“Sir, can I ask you something? I was wondering ... what if, for example, a guy has a problem and tells his friend about, but says it’s just between them, kinda confidential?”
“Yeah, good friends do that – that what friends are for.”
“But what if the friend wants to help the guy in case the problem gets serious? Do you think it’s alright for the friend to get advice from someone else?”
“You mean, betray a confidence? Hm, that’s something psychologists grapple with all the time. Therapists hear all kinds of secrets from patients. and the therapist is sworn to secrecy. Same thing with a priest in the confessional.”
There was another awkward silence. Bob stopped walking and smiled at Felipe. “I may be wrong here, Felipe, but are we talking about Jamie as the guy with the problem, and you as the friend he confided in?”
Felipe blushed. “That obvious, eh, sir? Yeah, it’s me. So what do you think, sir?”
“Well, I’m no therapist, and I’m certainly not a priest, but if I promised you we were speaking together in absolute confidence, then I think it would be OK for you to tell me Jamie’s problem.”
“Oh good.” Felipe breathed a sigh of relief. Bob pulled the boy down and they sat on the sand together at the water’s edge. “OK, Felipe, spill ...”
“Well, sir, the problem is not about me, not really, it’s about Jamie ... Jamie and Mark. I know you’ve spoken to Mark about his feelings, so you know he’s uneasy about something. Well, the thing is ... Jamie thinks it’s all his fault. He thinks he and Mark are growing apart, maybe Mark is not feeling quite so in love as he used to be. Jamie said they used to do everything together but lately they do more stuff separately. I told him that’s silly, ‘cos when I see them together they’re obviously as much in love as ever.
“But Jamie gave the example of when we went surfing yesterday. You know Jamie and I can surf for hours, but after an hour Mark seemed to get tired of it and went back to the shack. He left Jamie and me alone together.”
Jamie blames himself and said he should have gone back to the shack with him. He said he’s been spending more time with me than with Mark, so I said it was probably my fault for coming to a place where they’ve always been so happy together. Above all, the last thing I want is to come between them, so I was thinking maybe I should find some excuse to go back to town and leave them alone, then everything would be alright.”
“Hey, hey, hey, stop right there, Felipe. This all seems to be spiraling out of control so I’m really glad you consulted me. First I want to assure you that none if this is your fault, kiddo. You being here with them is a good thing, so don’t even think of going back.
“As a matter of fact, what you’ve just said is the mirror image of what Mark and I talked about. I won’t get too deep into that because we were speaking privately as friends. Enough to say that Mark was blaming himself because he’s getting older and doesn’t have quite the stamina he used to. That’s the reason he stopped surfing and left it to you two.”
Felipe smiled. “So what you’re saying, sir, is that Mark and Jamie each blame themselves. And you say I’m not to blame. So, er, maybe no one’s to blame.”
“That’s exactly it, Felipe. The only one to blame is Old Father Time, who changes things for all of us.”
“So what’s the solution, sir?”
“Ah that’s the big question, Felipe. On some level this is a silly tempest in a teapot ‘cos everyone loves everyone a whole lot. But, like I said, it could spiral out of control, as there are so many personal issues swirling around. Let me think about it for a bit. We’ll go on down to Zack’s shack and grab a beer. He always keeps a supply in his fridge. Then we’ll kick back and see what we can come up with.”
<><> A Pornographic Image <><>
“Ah good, it hasn’t been washed away or blown apart,” Bob grinned as they approached Zack’s shack, a similar but smaller version of Mark’s. Bob fished under the porch where he knew the key was hidden and they went in.
“Hm, a bit musty, could do with a good airing.” They opened all the windows, then Bob looked in the small fridge. “Ah, good old Zack, always has a stash of beer on hand.” He pulled out two bottles and they went out to sit in the Adirondack chairs on the porch.
Bob took a good long swallow, smiled and settled back in his chair. “This feels really nice, sitting here with you Felipe. You know I think of you as one of my success stories – being able to help you with your visa, then watching you blend into life with the tribe, a hit in the kitchen with the twins, and then in the hearts of Jamie and Mark. It’s amazing how quickly you became a respected member of the group.”
“I just hope I don’t mess it up now, sir.”
“No worries, kiddo, we’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.”
“Sir, how come Mark and Zack have shacks only two miles apart? Did they buy them together?”
“Oh no, not at all. As a matter of fact, it’s an interesting story, one of those legends of the tribe.(BOOK 2 CH:16 - bottom) Randy and I had come up here with a bunch of our boys to join Mark and Jamie at their shack. Well, long story short, the boys took the rowboat out but they got caught in a strong rip current. Then they lost the oars.
Mark had been jogging down the beach and saw they were in trouble. He swam out to them, tied the boat’s towrope round his chest and swam strongly, edging closer to shore. It was a massive effort, and when they finally got to the beach Mark was exhausted, stumbled out of the water and collapsed on the beach.
The boys were desperate, when suddenly a tall muscular black figure with gray eyes showed up out of nowhere. He carried the limp Mark up the beach and gave him the kiss of life until he coughed up the water he had swallowed. When he was sure Mark was OK, Zack disappeared as suddenly as he had arrived.
“Later I ran down the beach to thank him, and came to this shack, where he told me his story. His wife had died in a car wreck only two months earlier. He was not only devastated at the loss, he was racked with guilt because, a week before her death, he had betrayed her sexually... with a man, for the first time in his life. He was a construction worker but had given up his job and come out here to this shack to nurse his sorrow and guilt.”
“Wow, that’s quite a story, sir. And I suppose once he met you guys, everything came right for him ... just like it did for me.”
“It did – eventually. But there was a heap of trouble at first. “I hit it off with Zack and we had sex. Randy hit the roof and had a huge fight with Zack. You can only imagine.”
“I can sir. Fortunately, Jamie, Mark and I haven’t come anywhere near that ... not yet anyway.”
“And you never will, kiddo. That’s why we’re here to help you sort things out.”
“But I wouldn’t know where to start sir.”
“I know, Felipe, there’s a lot to unravel. But you know who’s surprisingly good at stuff like this? Young Ossie. I told you he’s a smart kid, he has an analytical mind. He not only wants to know what things are but how they came to be that way. So let’s try and analyze how things are with your three. There’s obviously insecurity going on, but where do you think it’s centered?
Felipe frowned, “Well, sir, process of elimination. I’m not insecure in my love for Jamie and Mark. I feel happy being with them, having fun with Jamie, making love to them both. And I think Jamie feels pretty much the same as me. But we do worry about what Mark is feeling. If we were sure Mark’s happy, we’d be happy too, but I don’t think he is.”
“Good start, kiddo. And I agree with you. So using Ossie’s method of working out what exists, the next step is to work out why it exists. Any thoughts?”
“Sir, you yourself said that it’s the age thing. The age difference between Mark and us makes him think he can’t keep up with us, and he’s afraid that might make us drift away from him. Not true, of course, but that’s his insecurity. We wish we could prove we love him as much as ever.”
“Great so far, Felipe. And here’s a few other things. When Mark picked me up today at the airport, we talked on the drive here and you know what happened as soon as we got here?”
“You went into the shack and had sex.”.
“Right, but not any old sex ... raw caveman sex where we ripped off each other’s clothes and I pinned him down and fucked him ... a savage Randy-fuck that made him beg for more and in the end beg for mercy. The macho, muscular cop was cut down to size, a broken man screaming submission.”
“Yeah, we heard,” Felipe grinned. “I wish we could have watched. He must have looked spectacular, the big cop getting his ass pounded.”
“And that’s the kind of sex he craved, Felipe, and you know why? Mark has always been the iconic power figure, authoritarian, a uniformed cop straddling his throbbing motorcycle. Handsome too, so he makes hearts beat and cocks stiffen. But you see, kiddo, that image brings a burden. He told me he always has the be the topman, always the one who fucks, because young guys like you expect him to live up to his image.”
“But sir, like I just said, Jamie and I wanted to watch him get hammered by you – it’s one of the sexiest things, watching a hot alpha male get overpowered by another alpha like you. And the thing is, it doesn’t take away his macho image or his manhood. Seeing a tough guy suffer magnificently only increases our admiration for him, makes us want to worship him even more. It can be the sexiest thing in the world.
“Sir, maybe it matters to Mark that he can’t surf for more than an hour, but not to us. He is still the master, the man we idolize ... and the older he gets the more of a stud he is to us. It’s the kind of ultra masculinity that makes a boy kneel on the ground, crawl over the ground even.
“Felipe, I think you have just hit on a solution here. One more thing – and I want you to think about this. If you were alone, horny, thinking about Mark, what image of Mark would you finally focus on for your cum shot?”
“Oh that’s easy, sir, Jamie and I have often talked about it. It’s the image that for so many years made Jamie get naked on the bed waiting for him. I’ve watched it several times and can picture it now. Mark is towering over Jamie in his black uniform and shiny black motorbike boots.
“He takes his uniform shirt off and Jamie stares up at him, his muscles rippling under his white T-shirt tucked into his uniform pants. Before he fucks Jamie, the cop reaches behind his neck and pulls up on the T-shirt so it slides up over his ripped abs and chest. He pulls it off over his head and stands there stripped to the waist.
“And that right there is the image, sir. It’s pornographic. That gorgeous face, bulging chest, broad shoulders, wide lats tapering down past that sexy long waist and washboard abs. His wide black belt is tight round his slim waist. I have laid in bed jerking off thinking about that, sir, and it always makes me cum.
“Matter of fact, sir, just describing it makes my dick real hard and want to shoot.”
<><> Bob Kneels <><>
“OK, Felipe, it seems like we have a plan here, so we better get back and try it out. But I can’t have you walking all the way beck there nursing a boner.
“Let’s see here, you said just now that it’s one of the sexiest things is watching a hot alpha male in a subservient role. It doesn’t diminish his macho image or his manhood, it makes you want to worship him even more. We should take that one for a trial run. You’ve got a roaring hardon, so there’s no time like the present. Stand up kiddo.”
Felipe pulled himself out of his chair and they stood facing each other on the porch. Felipe was not sure what he was supposed to do as he stared at the stunningly handsome man with his perfect physique on full display, clad only in black speedos. Maybe he should fall to his knees as an act of worship.
In fact, he didn’t have to do anything – just stand and admire. He stared into the deep brown eyes ... and gasped, as Bob slowly sank to his knees in front of him. He reached forward, unlaced the boy’s boardshorts and pulled them down to his thighs. Felipe’s cock sprang up, hard as steel and dripping precum.
Bob clasped his own hands behind his back in a subservient pose, as if they were tied behind him. Then he leaned forward and licked the boy’s balls. Felipe could hardly believe what he was watching ... the macho alpha boss of the tribe, kneeling on the ground before him, licking his balls – just the sort of pornographic fantasy that he had said makes him cum.
The kneeling muscle-stud licked all the way up to the head of his cock, opened his mouth and swallowed the boy’s cock deep down his throat.”
Felipe almost spilled his load, but he held back, wanting to prolong this incredible sensation. His sense of fantasy took over as he imagined the bound master stripped of his power and servicing the young jock.
Mesmerized, Felipe reached forward and clamped his palms round the back of Bob’s head, sliding his fingers through his thick black hair. Lost in the fantasy he groaned, “Suck it man, suck that cock. Not so tough now are you, big guy? The group of surfers have captured you, tied your hands behind you and forced you to your knees. They’re lined up to fuck your rugged face ... one after another they’re gonna pour their jizz down you’re throat till you choke on it.
“Feel that dick pounding your face? Here it comes, dude ... drink it ... swallow it all ... yeaahh.” Felipe’s body tensed as his cock erupted and Bob gulped down the boy’s gushing juice.
As his cock drained and the fantasy faded, reality crashed in on Felipe and he dropped to his knees. “Sir, I’m sorry sir. I don’t know what I ... I kinda got carried away, sir, that wasn’t me.”
“Of course it was you, Felipe, worshipping a top man while you fucked his face. Like you said – nothing sexier. And that, kiddo, is kinda what I’m planning next for you boys ... and your man Mark. Come on, it’s high time we got this show on the road.
<><> Bob Has A Plan <><>
As they jogged back, Felipe was gripped with excitement – at the memory of the alpha boss on his knees sucking dick, and the future promise of more to come, featuring muscle-cop Mark.
When they got back to the shack Mark was striding out of the water, his board under his arm. “Hey guys, you been gone all this time? Zack’s shack still in one piece?”
“Yeah, which is more than I can say for myself after what Felipe here did to me. We’ll talk.”
“Good, ‘cos I could kill a beer. OK, young man,” Mark grinned at Felipe, “this board’s all yours. Your buddy’s still out there, waiting for you.”
“Thank you, sir.” Felipe took the board from him, ran down to the surf, launched himself on the board and paddled out.
Mark threw his arm over Bob’s shoulder and they walked up the beach to the shack. Bob got two beers and they sat on the porch looking out at the boys riding the waves. “So, old buddy, what kind of mischief did you get up to with Felipe? He’s such a hot guy, so perfect for Jamie.”
Bob grinned and described what he had done with Felipe – humbling himself before the boy and sucking his dick.”
“Wow, sounds real hot, dude, big powerful guy like you getting worked over by a boy.”
“And, er, Mark, if you had been there watching, do you think I would have gone down in your estimation as a top man. You’ve always looked on me as the big boss, it’s what turns you on. Would seeing me on my knees sucking dick have blown my macho image ... made me less of a man?”
Mark laughed. “Hell no. Are you kidding? I’d have probably jerked off watching you. You’d have seemed even more of a man, enduring a massive face-fuck on your knees like that.”
Bob smiled. “That’s exactly what Felipe said when I told him how I earlier pounded your ass and made you submit to a punishing Randy-style fuck.”
Mark gave him a quizzical grin. “So what’s all this about, buddy? I know you’re going somewhere with it. You wanna let me in on the secret?”
“No secret, Mark,” Bob chuckled. “It’s just all this nonsense between you and the boys. You and I already talked at length about you doubting your manhood as you get older, maybe not being man enough for Jamie anymore if you lose that rugged topman cop image.
“Did you know that Felipe sometimes jerks off thinking about you? Of course I asked him what image of you was the cum-shot, and it was the same for him and Jamie, imagining you shirtless in your uniform. I gotta say, I’ve beat my meat picturing the same thing about you.
“But here’s the craziest thing. Jamie confided in Felipe that, as they both spend more time with each other, like they are now, he’s afraid you’ll drift away from him and your love for him will fade. So that’s the crazy-quilt picture dude. You’re afraid Jamie will lose interest in you as you age, and Jamie’s afraid you will stop loving him. All the time, Felipe is blaming himself for coming between you.
“It’s all such fucking bullshit, Mark, ‘cos anyone can see how much you’re all in love with each other. I call it a tempest in a teapot, such a waste of time, and I wanna put a lid on it for good.”
Mark smiled, “And how do you plan on doing that, buddy? I assume you have a plan ... you always have a plan.”
“I do, Mark. You might think it’s a bit over the top, but I think we need to go over the top to bury all his nonsense. But you have to trust me, dude.”
Mark leaned over and kissed him. “Man, I’m in love with you and you know I’d trust you with my life – or, in this case, with my love for the boys.”
“Good, one last question. I know when you go anywhere you take your police uniform with you in case you ever have to interact with the local police force. Did you do that this time?”
“I did. It wasn’t easy to stuff it in the bag I brought, but like you said, I never travel without it.”
“Good, then we’re all set. Just follow my lead, officer.”
<><> The Cop’s Penance <><>
Out at sea Jamie and Felipe were sitting astride their boards next to each other in the gentle swell, waiting for the next set of waves to build behind them. They chatted as usual and Felipe told Jamie about his conversation with Bob in Zack’s shack and how it had ended, with the big boss on his knees sucking dick.
“Wow, I wish I could have seen that, bro. You were right, Felipe, when you told him how sexy that is when a topman surrenders to another guy. You’re also right about that hot image of the cop stripped to the waist. I just wish I could convince Mark that I love him even more as he gets older – and sexier than ever. I wonder what Bob’s big plan is.”
They were soon to find out. As Jamie had predicted, the sea calmed down as the afternoon wore on, the waves less challenging. “OK, dude, let’s make this the last one eh? Beat you to the shore.” The water swelled behind them, they leapt up on their boards and laughed as they raced toward the beach and skidded up on the sand – a dead heat.
“Perfect, dude,” Jamie grinned. “Hey there’s Bob on the porch, but where’s ...?” They stopped in their tracks, eyes riveted on a stunning sight. “Holy fucking shit. Look at that buddy ...”
Beside the shack was an old doorframe, standing all alone on the sand, the only remains of an old shed that had survived the wind and the weather. Jamie knew it had been the scene of many sex games in the past.
But this looked more serious than a game. Standing spreadeagled in the frame was the blond cop, arms and legs stretched. His wrists were tied to the upper corners of the frame, and ropes round his boots tied his ankles to the bottom corners.
He was wearing his black uniform pants with a silver strip down the sides, tucked into high, shiny motorcycle boots. His uniform shirt had been tossed aside, leaving a white T-shirt stretched over his muscular torso. Part of the shirt at the bottom was tucked into his pants, part hanging loose over his belt. It was the same masturbatory image of Mark that Jamie had gazed at so often when the cop prepared to fuck his ass.
But that dominant role was reversed here. The cop was now helpless in bondage, at the mercy of whatever sexual indignities were forced on him.
Bob came down off of the porch to greet them. “Welcome back, boys. Take a look at your master there. Is that the image that always makes you jack off and bust a load?”
“Exactly that, sir,” murmured Jamie, “except usually he’s a powerful top man. Now he ...”
“Now he looks even hotter, stretched in bondage, forced to watch his boys. Stay right where you are, guys – your turn will come.”
The boys stood transfixed as Bob walked up to the captive cop. He ran his hands over the thin shirt, feeling the muscles ripple underneath. “Fucking gorgeous, officer.”
Bob grabbed the neck of Mark’s T-shirt and yanked him forward into a grinding kiss. He was pulling on the shirt so hard that it started to rip. He broke away from the kiss and walked behind Mark, reached round him, grabbed the front of his shirt again and ripped it from the neck down, tearing it into shreds that fell away from his chest.
The boys gasped at the sight of the now shirtless cop, one fragment of his shirt hanging round his neck, the other shreds hanging from his waist.
Bob confronted Mark again. “Now, stud, I’m gonna show you how much those boys love you.” He came back to the boys, who were still stunned by the image of the bound, bare-chested cop.
“OK, boys, now it’s your turn. I know you’re in awe of that magnificent man there, but first you’re gonna show him how much you love each other. He’ll want to join in, take charge and run the show as he always does. But this time he’s a prisoner, forced to watch his boys making love without him. Call it his penance for doubting your love for him.”
Bob snatched a big blanket from the porch and spread it out on the sand at their feet. “OK, guys. You’re on.”
Reluctantly they tore their eyes away from the bound, half-naked cop. They stared at each other and unlaced each other’s boardshorts. Their cocks reared up rock hard and there was a hint of a smile in Jamie’s eyes as he kissed Felipe, then sank to his knees and lay butt-naked on his back on the blanket. Felipe knelt between his legs, Jamie pulled them back and said, “Do what Bob said, dude. Fuck the cop’s boy while the cop is forced to watch.”
Felipe knew what was expected of him. He leaned forward between Jamie’s legs, wrapped his hands round his buddy’s wrists and pinned them to the ground. “OK, bro, you asked for this.”
Jamie howled as Felipe drove his cock hard into Jamie’s ass. Jamie was used to gentle lovemaking with his friend, but not this time. Felipe became an animal, pounding his ass, and Jamie played along. “No,” he yelled, “that hurts ... let me go ... you’re torturing my ass.”
The ferocious scene had the desired effect on Mark. His boy, the boy he loved so much, was getting savagely fucked and he was helpless to protect him. Instinctively he pulled at the ropes binding him in a futile attempt to get free.
Bob’s cock bulged under his speedos as he watched the shirtless cop struggle, his stretched body flexing and straining at the sight of his lover’s ass getting mercilessly drilled
The boys knew the effect they were having on both men, and Jamie made the scene even more intense as he pleaded with Felipe. “No, I can’t take it, man. Please ... finish me off ... I’m begging you ... please, sir, I submit ... aaagh.”
Mark struggled more, his chiseled features grimacing until at last Felipe came inside Jamie and smiled at him. They both knew they had put on the performance Bob wanted, both as a penance for Mark for his doubts, and to rouse his lust to a pitch of desire for the boys.
Now, after the fantasy, it was time for love. Felipe pulled out of Jamie and took his turn lying on the blanket. Taking his cue, Jamie knelt behind his buddy and eased his cock in his ass.
The two young jocks looked so beautiful as they made love that Mark again wanted to free himself, not to separate them but to join in. He wanted to kiss them, suck, fuck, get fucked, it didn’t matter, he just wanted to be with his boys. How could he have ever doubted his love for them, or feared that their union was growing weaker?
This time there was no shouting, just sighs of joy as Felipe kissed his buddy and filled his ass with sperm. After they calmed down, Bob helped them slowly to their feet and said softly, “Well done, guys.” The boys stared at the bound cop, now hanging limply from the ropes binding him, his face slumped forward on his chest.
<><> Hero Worship <><>
Bob walked over to him, put a finger under his chin and raised his face. He kissed Mark again and smiled. “Now I want you to see something else, officer. Those boys you thought were losing interest in you are gazing at their macho cop stripped to the waist, degraded, powerless, helplessly bound, at the mercy of another topman. See the effect that has on them now.”
Bob went behind him and Mark stared at the boys he loved, the boys he had just seen making love to each other. He felt Bob’s hands reach round from behind, unbuckle his belt and yank his pants down to his thighs. Then, “Aaagh ...” His body jerked in his restraints as Bob’s cock drove deep in his ass.
The boys stared in disbelief. The shirtless cop, helplessly tied to the doorframe, writhed and moaned as the boss of the tribe stood behind him and fucked his ass. Felipe gripped Jamie’s arm. They had never seen anything as erotic as this, never seen their man look so magnificent.
The cop’s muscles flexed as he strained, his arms stretched up in bondage. His uniform pants were pulled down to his thighs and the ripped fragments of his T-shirt hung round his waist. His cock stood out long and hard, oozing precum. This was their man, the man they idolized, a macho authoritarian cop bound and helpless, at the mercy of the boss’s rod pounding his ass.
The boy’s reaction was automatic. Their eyes riveted on the pornographic fantasy, they sank to their knees in an act of worship. They fell forward on their bellies and, without taking their eyes off the groaning police officer, they crawled slowly forward, clawing their way over the sand, closer and closer to the object of their lust.
While the man he loved penetrated his ass from behind, Mark watched his boys crawl toward him. When they were close, they reached forward, wrapped their hands round a boot each and pulled themselves up close to it. They kissed the foot, then licked up the length of the black shiny boot, up the coarse serge of his pants’ leg, up the silver strip on the side.
Finally, they reached his blond mass of pubic hair and buried their faces in it, then wrapped their mouths round his balls and stretched them. Mark groaned at this sexual overload – the dark muscle-god reaming his ass, and the eager young jocks sucking his balls.
Then at last Jamie clamped his mouth over the head of the captive’s cock and swallowed it all. Mark stared down at the beautiful face of the boy he had loved for so many years, and that sent him over the edge. His cock shuddered and pumped a pent-up load of juice in his boy’s mouth.
Jamie gulped hard, then pulled off and Felipe took his place. His dark hair fell over his face as he feasted on the cop’s penis, which swelled again and blasted a second load down his throat. At the same instant, Bob howled and his cock erupted in the cop’s shattered ass.
Mark stared down at them as they pulled clear of his cock. They rose slowly off their knees, kissing his ripped abs, his pecs, his nipples and pressed cum-slicked mouths against his lips.
Bob pulled out, stood back and smiled at their passionate three-way embrace. “Guys, I hope that has, at last, put to rest all your tortured feelings of the last few days – it was all bullshit right from the start. We just proved you’re all crazy in love with each other – the kind of crazy-in-love that lasts forever. Now get on with your lives together ... and that’s an order from the boss.”
<><> Enter Randy <><>
A lightness of spirit pervaded the rest the day. The cloud that had hung over the gathering up to now was dispersed, and they all felt free to indulge in whatever pleasures they chose.
Fairly naturally, they paired off – Jamie and Felipe, Mark and Bob. The two boys were eager to pitch a tent in the dunes near the shack, while Bob and Mark just wanted to kick back together and forget the convoluted issues of aging men and relationships that they had spent so much time trying to unravel since Bob arrived here..
But later, as they relaxed together in the shack, the men became aware of one last issue they had to resolve. It was Mark who eventually brought it up. “Dude, all that stuff we went through – the fantasy, the fucking – I understood why you did it and I got off on most of it. But right at the end, something was left dangling like one of those ropes you used to tie me up.”
“I think I know the one you mean, Mark.”
“Yeah, it was that throwaway last line of yours – ‘that’s an order from the boss’. Buddy, you know I can’t let you get away with stuff like that. ‘You’re the boss?’ Oh really? This role reversal is all very well, and maybe I needed to be pulled off my pedestal and shown I’m not always the top man. But you know me. At heart I’m the macho cop ... I am the boss.
“Also, it struck me that out there all of us got our butt fucked – except one. I gotta put that right. Get those fucking speedos off, man.”
They grinned as they got naked and Bob lay back on the bed. This is how he preferred Mark – on top, the authoritarian cop – the fuck-er not the fuck-ee. So Bob willingly surrendered his ass.
For long energetic minutes Mark made good use of the ass, and the lovefest finally ended in loud, joyful simultaneous orgasms.
Mark rolled off him and smiled, “God I love you man. Top or bottom, you’re fucking beautiful.”
Their afterglow was interrupted by Bob’s phone ringing. He looked at the ID and smiled, “It’s Randy, calling from the convention in San Diego. I wondered how long it would take for him to check up on me – and I can guess one of his first questions.”
He put the phone on speaker and Randy’s voice boomed, “Hey gorgeous, how are things going up there in the dunes? Are you and Mark having a good time while Zack and me are working our asses off down here?”
“Yes, Randy, we’re having a blast together.”
“And talking of asses, has he fucked you?”
Bob smiled at Mark, shrugged, and silently mouthed, ‘Told you so ...’
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TO BE CONTINUED IN “A Trial Of Strength – Book 13: Chapter 31