Trial Of Strength (Book 13)

"LOVE IN THE DESERT DUNGEON"

Bob and Randy, staying with Uncle Mike and his boy Larry in the desert, have resolved their sexual problems. But Mike needs to ensure the reconciliation is solid. When their buddy, the rugged Arab soldier Hassan shows up, they go out to his old house in the desert where, in his dungeon cellar, the soldier subjects the chained lovers to a sexual ritual that reasserts their love forever.

In the previous chapter

The co-leaders of the tribe, Bob and Randy, were approaching the anniversary of the day they first met – but things were not going well.

Their years-long love affair had always been intensely passionate, obsessively so on Randy’s part.  Right from the day they met, the rugged gypsy construction worker had been thrown off balance by his sexual craving for the handsome, muscular business executive – cravings he did not begin to understand.  And so often, something that mystifies a man can scare him too, and that was the case here. 

The savagely handsome Randy was a born leader, a dominant figure with gypsy blood coursing through his veins.  He was afraid of nothing – except the unthinkable prospect of a life without Bob.  In Randy’s mind, that meant he had to own him, especially own his ass. He went wild whenever he heard that another man had fucked Bob.

So when, early in their relationship, Bob had met the blond, good-looking motorcycle cop Mark, Randy saw him as a major threat.  This mix of three strong alpha males caused many disputes, some of them physical, and the tribe dubbed the men ‘the tormented trio’.

But Randy always respected strong powerful men, and his admiration for Mark slowly broke through his antagonism.  In the end he had to admit that he was in love with the cop, not as ardently as he loved Bob, but strong enough for the tribe to rename them ‘the triumphant trio’.

However, when Bob recently spent a few days with Mark on a remote beach, they had made love.  Mark had butt-fucked Bob, a major red rag to the bullish Randy who predictably reacted coldly.  They were barely speaking when Randy reached out for help to the tribe’s old friend Mike, a man in his late fifties living in Palm Springs with his young lover Larry, in his twenties. 

Handsome, gray-haired, Mike was still in great physical shape, and a figure of authority in the desert community where he was the longtime owner of a popular leather bar.  Known as Uncle Mike he loved Randy like a son – a dominant macho icon, despite his flaws.  Those flaws got Randy into trouble often, and he sought advice from Uncle Mike whom he looked up to as the father figure he never had.  

Mike invited Randy and Bob out to his Palm Springs home, where he arranged a novel form of therapy to heal what he called their ‘petty squabble’.  In the grounds of their home was a small summerhouse which Mike and his boy Larry had darkened to resemble the dingy bar where the two men had first met.  Appropriately, today was the anniversary of that long-ago encounter. 

In a déjà-vu moment, the men re-played that tumultuous meeting where Randy had treated the business executive savagely. This time was also hardcore but less brutal.  It began with Randy tying Bob up and ended with the macho gypsy pounding Bob’s ass, forcing a massive orgasm.

As their heartbeats subsided they slowly returned from memories of that far-off day to the real world, and Randy’s dark face broke into a gleaming smile. “Happy Anniversary buddy.  Damn that was hot, right back to the day we met – a day I still jack off thinking about.”

“Me too,” Bob grinned, tugging at his bound wrists. “You er, gonna keep me a prisoner forever?”

“It’s a thought.  It crossed my mind that first day too.  I knew I wanted to own you, and the only way I could think of was to keep you there forever, tied up as my sex slave.”

“You know what, Randy?  You’ve done that ever since ... without ropes.  I am yours forever, and you know it, you arrogant son of a bitch.”  Randy released him and they kissed, wrapped in each other’s arms again where they belonged.

=======    Book 13: Chapter 32    =========

<><>    So Many Ways To Celebrate    <><>

They were a sight to see. 

When Randy and Bob emerged from the summerhouse to rejoin Mike and his boy Larry in the garden, it was clear they had not bothered to get dressed after their ferocious clothes-ripping sexual exploits.   

Randy was proudly shirtless in the filthy cargo pants he had worn straight from the construction site.  Bob was impressively naked except for the torn shreds of his white dress shirt hanging over his chest.

“Hey,” Mike shouted, “we dress for lunch in this house.  Where do you think you are, back in some shabby old Hollywood bar?”

“You old rogue,” Randy grinned, “you set up that stunt didn’t you – you and your sexy co-conspirator here?   I should butt-fuck you both for doing that.”

Larry shrugged, “You don’t have to do that, sir, a simple ‘thanks’ will do.  It worked, didn’t it?”

“It sure did,” Bob chuckled.  “A wild anniversary trip down memory lane, ending up in that bar where two strangers met by chance all those years ago.  Some anniversary!”

Randy said, “Well, if we can’t fuck you, at lease let us take you out to lunch. I’m starved after all that man action.”

“Are you kidding?” Mike laughed.  “I know we’re kinda casual in the desert, but any restaurant round here would refuse to serve a guy dressed like you.  Even if you threatened to bust up the place, which you probably would, you savage.”

“Don’t worry, sir,” Larry said, “I already ordered in and the food’s in the kitchen all ready to serve.  But, er, as this is a classy joint we have a strict dress code – you have to be wearing some.  Might I suggest you and Bob take a swim in the pool to clean off and then put on some shorts at least, while I set up lunch out here?”

Randy bristled at being told how to dress, and was about to protest when Bob cut in.  “Great idea, Larry,” Bob smiled.  “Come on Randy.  You can’t look like a scarecrow all day, these guys have standards.” 

“Jeez, Mike, will you listen to him bossing me around,” Randy said. “Years ago I’d have tied him down and fucked his ass.  Oh wait – I guess I just did that.”

“Nothing really changes with you, boy,” Mike grinned.  “Now get your hot ass in that pool.”

Mike helped Larry bring the food out of the kitchen and arrange it on the table under a tree in the garden.  Soon enough, Bob and Randy appeared, wearing boardshorts that Bob had brought in their backpacks.  Larry served up the food, then went back to the kitchen and reappeared bearing a tray with a bottle of champagne and four champagne flutes.

“Ta-dah ...!” Larry announced.  “We gotta have bubbly to toast the happy couple,”

“Thanks, Larry,” Mike said.  “Randy, I know you’re not a champagne kinda guy, and you’ve already celebrated your anniversary in your own rugged way, but you’ll indulge us this once, won’t you?”

“OK, dude, I know Bob is the classy champagne guy around here, but I’ve drunk the stuff before.  Matter of fact I drank enough to get a champagne hangover, and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone – ten time worse than a beer hangover.  Talk about the world spinning round.”

Bob patted his hand.  “Don’t worry Randy, we’re drinking champagne as a toast, not to get smashed – sipping it, not guzzling it.”

“You think you’re so classy, dude.  You could still wind up chained to the wall getting your ass reamed.”

“That would be another way of celebrating, for sure,” Mike grinned. “But let’s keep it to the bubbly right now eh?”  Larry poured and Mike raised his glass.  “To the hottest, sexiest couple I know.  Never a dull moment with you guys.  Congratulations on lasting so many years, with a love that gets stronger with each year.  Happy Anniversary, guys.”

They raised their glasses and Bob kissed Randy.  I love you, dude.”

“Me too, buddy.  And, er ... that chained to the wall thing.  I didn’t mean it.”

“Ah no ... burst my balloon why don’t you?.  I thought you meant you were taking me to Hassan’s little old house way out in the desert with a dungeon in the basement, chains and all.”

Randy brightened.  “Ah, now you’re talking.  So yeah, OK, I did mean it.  And Mike and Larry, you gotta be there to watch.”

“Be there?” Mike laughed.  “I’d sell tickets, make a fortune.”

The meal proceeded with more raucous laughter and a sense that the former hostilities between the two men had been banished. Thanks to Mike and Larry, peace and love were restored.

However, as the meal went on and they mellowed out. Mike finally raised the topic he had been mulling over since the guys got here.  In a lull in the conversation he cleared his throat and said, “Guys, I don’t wanna be a party pooper and put a damper on the celebrations, but there is a subject I need to bring up – the subject of this threesome you two got going with the cop Mark, which started all this.

“You two just did the heavy lifting in the summerhouse there, but if we don’t take a look at the underlying problems, they’ll surely come up again.  The summerhouse stunt only works once so we’d have to come up with something different.  And I for one am too old to go through all this shit again.  What do you say guys?”

Randy grunted, but Bob said, “I agree, Mike, but it’s a pretty tangled web.  So fire away.”

<><>    Love Stories    <><>

All eyes were on Uncle Mike, waiting for pearls of wisdom to drop.  And they were not disappointed.

“I always start from this undeniable fact – you two guys love each other. I have never seen such a deep passionate love as yours.  You’re bound so tight, it has to cause strain at some point. And it’s not hard to find the breaking point.  It’s your obsession with Bob’s ass, Randy. 

“You’re OK with Bob being with other guys, even loving other guys as he does Mark.  And face it, Bob loves all the tribes’ men and boys and they all love him.  You don’t object to that, in fact it makes you love him even more.  But ... the minute another guy fucks his ass you go apeshit. 

“And, for the life of me, I can’t understand why.  Why is a guy sticking his penis in Bob’s butt more threatening to you than everything else ... more than making love with a guy, even falling in love with a guy like Mark?  You can handle all that, but a butt-fuck?  No fucking way.  Maybe it’s the caveman in you.  You’re such a physical guy ... carnal ... which, by the way, makes you ultra sexy to other guys.  Your fucks are legendary, everyone wants to get ploughed by you.

“But what that doesn’t make you, boy, is subtle.  The thing is this, Randy, sex and fucking are only part of being in love, a smaller part as the years go by. 

“You told me yourself, Randy, that what makes you cum is not so much how great Bob’s ass feels, it’s really the moment when you gaze into each other’s eyes and enter that secret world you share.  Now that is pure love, and it’s a mystery where it comes from, something we mere mortals can’t understand

“You see, guys, the pure essence of love is different for all men.  If I asked you all what thing, big or small, gives you that stab of intense love that takes you by surprise, your answers might be unexpected.  Think about it.  

“Larry, I’ll put you on the spot first.  You say you love me kiddo, but is there a moment in time where you feel it most acutely?”

Larry smiled. “That’s easy, sir.  Sex is great, of course, but I think I love you the most when we’re sitting together quietly, eating or watching TV, and I glance over at you.  You have that half-smile on your face, and my heart leaps with joy. I can’t describe it, I just know I’m totally in love with you.”

Mike smiled, “Larry, you just described the fleeting moment poets and writers have tried to depict in many ways.  The English writer C.S. Lewis calls it ‘Surprised by Joy’. The French novelist Proust called it a ‘transcendent moment’ whose origins are a mystery to us. It can be something as small as a taste, a tree, a phrase of music, but it transports us to another world.  It’s not unlike that secret world Randy and Bob see in each other’s eyes.”

“OK, Mike,” Bob said, “you’re so well-read and talk so elegantly about all that, but do you have your moment?”

“Sure I do, Bob.  Sometimes when I go to pick Larry up from his bike repair shop I stand and watch him work.  He’s all alone and doesn’t know I’m there.  I see him kneeling beside a customer’s bike he’s repairing, his gaze focused intently, brow furrowed as he works. His face is streaked with oil and, as he rubs the back of his hand over it, he adds another streak. 

“I know he wants to make me proud of him, and my heart goes out to him. I feel a sudden intense pang of love that makes me want to rush in and throw my arms round him.  Instead I walk in casually, say hi and kiss his cheek. He doesn’t know the passion I’m feeling at that moment.”

“Yes I do, sir,” Larry said.  “I always know.  I can see it in your eyes.”

“Ah, the eyes, yeah. OK, your turn, Bob,” Mike said. “What’s your miracle moment with Randy?”

“That’s easy too, though he won’t like me saying it.  You all know Randy as the rough tough gypsy, the leader of men, master of his world.  But sometimes, when he knows he’s screwed things up he comes to me to confess, and he looks like a fidgety little boy shifting nervously from foot to foot, making a confession to the grownups.  At that point I see the true soul of the man ... and I know I will love him forever.”

“Quite a tearjerker, Bob,” Mike grinned. “OK, Randy, we all know how fiercely you love Bob, but have you had moments when you see something about him makes your heart leap?

“Yeah, mostly when he talks to the boys.  A few weeks ago our new boy Ossie was upset that he might have caused trouble between Ryan and Darius.  He thought the only way out was to quit his job with us and leave the tribe.  But Bob stepped in and had a heart-to-heart talk with him.  They didn’t know I was watching as they faced each other at a table in the garden.

“Ossie was tearful but I watched that beautiful man talk softly to the kid, making him feel he was the only boy in the world, which at that moment he was.  I saw Bob’s gentle, smiling face as he calmed Ossie, made him feel special, and loved.  The boy beamed at him, his smile reflected in Bob’s brown eyes, and in that moment, I knew I could never ever live without him.”

A tear ran down Randy’s cheek, and Mike reached over and squeezed Randy’s hands.  There was a long silence during which volumes were left unspoken, until Uncle Mike brought the subject to a close.

“The purpose of all those stories, guys, was to show you that love is a magical thing, so deep we mortals don’t even know where it comes from.  We can only feel it, and it can be sparked by the smallest thing.  In the words of the poet Wordsworth ... ‘To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears’.

“Love sure as hell is a lot more than just shoving a dick up another guy’s ass.  So Randy I want you to just ditch that obsession you have about Bob’s butt.  My advice is as simple as that classic Peanuts Cartoon where Lucy sets up a stand with a sign: ‘Psychiatric Help – 5 cents.  Charlie Brown tells her about his deep depression and asks what he can do about it.  Lucy’s answer to Charlie is the same as mine to you, Randy.  Snap out of it!  Five cents, please.”

<><>    Newcomers    <><>

Randy fished in his pocket for change and pulled out a nickel.  He slapped it on the table to a gale of laughter and no one added any more on that topic.  Uncle Mike had said it all, so elegantly that anything else would have been gilding the lily.

Instead, they got ready for a fun couple of days together.  When they had eaten their fill Bob offered to help Larry take the dishes to the kitchen, but Larry said, “I can manage fine, thanks.  Actually I’ll be washing them by hand ‘cause the dishwasher’s on the fritz.”

“What’s wrong with it?” Randy asked.

“It won’t fill properly, or drain.  I pulled it out to take a look but couldn’t make head or tail of it.”

“Let me take a look at it, kiddo.  I have an idea what it might be, we deal with stuff like this all the time.  We’ve replaced the old plumbing system on the washers we install, there’s a new one on the market now.”

They went off together and Bob smiled at Mike.  “I’d lay bets that Randy can fix it.  The man may be a klutz in affairs of the heart, but when it comes to construction issues he’s a genius.”

Sure enough, when they came back to the table Randy said, “Like I thought, the old unit is totally fucked.  Larry’s taking me to the plumbing supply store to get a new unit.  I’ll have it fixed in no time.”

“Thanks, Randy,” Mike said. “Nice to have a tame construction guy in the house.  Bob says you’re the expert.”

“He should know,” Randy grinned. “And that’s not all I’m good at, except the rest ain’t so tame.”

As he strode off with Larry, Mike said to Bob, “The man is awesome.  Gives me a boner every time he comes close.”

Bob laughed, “Join the club, Mike.  But just now you were proving you’re no slouch in other ways.  All those quotations from writers and poets.  Who knew you were such a reader!”

“Ah, a habit I fell into before I met Larry.  People always think that, as the owner of a popular bar, I must have an active social life, but that ain’t the case.  A man my age slows down, his boogying days are over.  Oh, I still get plenty of offers, but after I’ve been all smiles and backslapping in the bar, I can’t wait to get home and put my feet up with a good book.

“’Course, all that changed when Larry came into my life – talk about a miracle from out of the blue.  He’s made me feel young again, though, like he said, it’s those quiet moments together, watching TV, that are the absolute best.  I still like reading, but these days I much prefer hearing the stories Larry tells about his day and his customers.”

They were interrupted by Mike’s phone.  He looked at it and smiled. “What d’ya know, it’s that sexy Marine Hassan.”  He put the phone on speaker.  “Hey Captain, I’m sitting here with Bob.  To what do we owe the honor of this call?”

“Hey, Mike, hey, Bob.  I’m out at the big Marine Base in Twentynine Palms not far from you.  You know that I’m producing a recruitment video and using my boy Eddie’s skills as a cameraman to take candid shots of young Marines training.   He’s brilliant at that. Some of the heaviest combat training takes place out here in the desert, so I brought Eddie with me.   

“He’s been doing a terrific job and I thought I’d reward him with a night or two in Palm Springs.  After we’ve checked into a hotel I thought I’d see if we could drop by for a visit with you and Larry.  Would that be OK?”

“Hell no, that would not be OK, Captain. You will not stay in a hotel, you will stay right here with us as our guests.  Bob and Randy are staying here too, but we have plenty of guestrooms.  “Course, if you prefer your privacy in a hotel, I understand, but ...”

“No, Mike, that sounds terrific.  We didn’t want to impose, is all.”

“Dude, it would be a huge pleasure for us.  As you know Eddie used to work out here as my barback, so he is always welcome.  As for his tough, sexy Marine, wow, you are every man’s wet dream, soldier, and it would be an honor to have you here.  Come right away.  You know how to get here, we’re only an hour away.”

“Sure.  And don’t forget Mike, I still have that little old house out in the desert that I bought when I first came to the U.S.”

“The one with the dungeon in the basement?” Mike chuckled.  “How could I forget that place, the scene of some of the hottest fantasies ever?  OK, Captain, we’ll see you in an hour or so.  We’ll be ready.”

He shut off the phone and smiled at Bob.  “Well, there’s a turnup for the books.  Do you think Randy will mind?  You two will still have the summerhouse if you want to keep to yourselves.”

“Of course we won’t mind, man.  Randy loves and admires the tough Marine. They kinda resemble each other – Hassan with that swarthy Arab look and Randy the dark stubbled gypsy.  Could be a whole lot of fun.  Possibilities are endless.”

“Good, maybe you could give me a hand making the main guestroom ready for them.  And when they get here all we have to do is sit back and listen to Eddie talk ... and talk.   He never stops at the best of times, and after he’s been filming young macho Marine rookies as they train then horse around in the locker room ... hell, he’ll have enough material for days.  I can see him now, wide-eyed, arms spread and, ‘Guys, you...will...not...believe ....’.”

<><>    The Marine & His Boy    <><>

Things started to heat up quickly.  While Mike and Bob were making sure all was ready in the main guest room for Hassan and Eddie, Randy came home with Larry and the updated washer unit.  In the kitchen Randy pulled off his shirt (an automatic impulse when starting work), pulled out the dishwasher and got to work, with Larry’s help. 

Mike went into the kitchen and spoke to Randy, or at least to the back of his head as he knelt beside the dishwasher and concentrated on his work.  Randy was always totally engrossed when working and, without looking back, said, “That’s terrific, Mike.  Hassan’s a great guy, and that kid of his will keep us entertained.”

And that was it.  No more chat, just work.  Bob grinned at Mike and shrugged.  “That’s all you’re gonna get for now, Mike.  I should always erect a sign – ‘Danger, man at work’.”

“OK, so let’s set up some drinks and snacks outside for when the guys get here, Bob.  If I remember correctly, the Marine has a healthy appetite.”

“And not only for food, Mike.  His appetites are many.  Good thing young Eddie perfected his cock-sucking skills on his knees in your bar’s back room all those years ago.”

“Yeah, not something I’m proud of Bob.  Do you remember the time Eddie had a big fight with Hassan and ran away from home?  He came out here and asked for his job back.  I called Hassan to alert him the boy was here, but told him not to worry as Eddie would soon be earning good tips on his knees sucking the cocks of a line of guys that was already lining up.

“I knew what Hassan’s response would be, but he cut it fine.  Sometime later the back room was packed and Eddie was already on his knees ready to service the first in line, when the door crashed open and Hassan burst in. ‘Out of my way,’ he barked. ‘That’s my boy.’  Shocked, they all parted like the Red Sea, Hassan strode in, yanked Eddie up and threw him over his shoulder.

“I’ll never forget the sight of Eddie, hanging down the Marine’s back.  He raised his head and gave us all that cheeky grin and a thumb’s up as he was carried out of the bar and thrown in the jeep.  To my knowledge he never ran away again.  But he still gives the captain great head.”

They had set up quite a spread outside, and soon heard the sound of Hassan’s jeep pulling up at the gate. It flew open, Eddie burst in and flung his arms round Mike. “Hey, Uncle Mike, have you missed me? Bet you never found a barback as good as me. Can I have my job back?”

“What?  I thought you were now this hotshot cameraman working on a major studio epic, when you’re not taking secret pictures of Marines in a locker room.”

“Oh that’s right, I forgot about all that.  But now I recall, boy have I got stories for you?”

Bob was greeting Hassan, who then came up and said, “Eddie, you gotta let me in here to say hi to our host.”  He hugged Mike.  “Thanks a bunch for this, Mike.  Your home is way better than a dreary hotel room.  And you never know what’s gonna happen next here.”

Mike pulled back and looked at them both.  Having come straight from the base, Hassan was wearing his camouflage pants, and a sleeveless denim shirt over a khaki tank stretched over his muscled chest.  Eddie too was in khaki pants and a T-shirt.  Mike chuckled, “What’s this, kiddo ... you joined the Marines?”

“No, sir, Hassan wanted me to blend in with the guys so they’d forget I was there, taking my candid shots.”

Just then Randy appeared, bare-chested and streaked with grease from working on the dishwasher.  Hassan’s dark Arab features broke into a smile.  Hey, big guy.  They put you to work already?”

They grinned at each other and shook hands in a tight grip that quickly became a playful competitive wrestlers hold.  Mike said, “Cut it out, you two, no fighting here.  Not yet anyway.”

Larry followed Randy out, said hello to Hassan and pulled Eddie into a warm hug.  “How’s it doin’ out at the Marine base, buddy?”

“Dude, you will not believe ...  I’ve got pictures that’ll blow your mind, especially the private ones I’ll never show anyone ... except for pals like you, of course.”

“Later Eddie,” Mike said.  “Come on over here, guys.  Beer, cocktails, food?”

They sat around the table noisily talking over each other.  Mike broke through the din.  “Guys ... guys, I have a suggestion.  Larry and I soon have to go to the bar for an hour or so to help our bartender Jim cope with the peak of the beer bust.  It get’s kinda crowded.  And my suggestion is that you all come over with us and spend an hour drinking beer – on the house, of course.

“I, er, also have a selfish motive.  I wanna show you guys off – you know you always cause a minor sensation when you’re there and it’s great for business.  Boosts attendance for weeks afterwards.  What d’ya say, fellas?”

“I’m all for it,” Hassan said.  “Eddie and I have been surrounded by a bunch of postering macho Marine cadets for two days.  This would make a nice change.”

“Not so much of a change, sir,” Larry grinned.  “Now you’ll be surrounded by a bunch of posturing macho adults.  Just bigger and older is all.  But bigger’s good.   Older too, as I know well,” Larry laughed, throwing his arms affectionately round Mike.

<><>    Mike and Hassan Plot    <><>

Before Mike and Larry left, Larry cast an expert eye over the guys.  “Yeah y’all look perfect for the bar – the Arab Marine and his boy, the bare-chested dirt-streaked gypsy construction worker, and, well, Bob in jeans and a T-shirt. Enough said. You would turn heads and cause erections no matter what you wore.  OK, you know your way to the bar.  See you soon, guys.”

The guys finished up the last of the food and drink, and then headed out – Randy and Bob in Randy’s truck, Eddie in Hassan’s jeep.  It wasn’t far to Mike’s bar and they parked side my side among all the bikes in the parking lot.  “Big crowd today, as always,” Bob said.  Mike’s raking in the bucks ... he don’t need us to do that for him.”

“No,” Randy grinned, “but apparently it helps a bunch.  Come on, let’s do it.”

Inside, Larry had taken his shirt off to work behind the bar with the other bartender, and Mike was doing the rounds playing the generous host.  It was crowded and noisy ... but suddenly the noise stopped.  The door opened and in walked a muscled Arab soldier, with his arm over his boy’s shoulder, a swarthy shirtless construction worker, and a chiseled, handsome muscle-stud in classic jeans and a T-shirt.

If a room could be said to have a collective hard-on, this room did, as jaws dropped and they stared at the sexiest group of macho hunks they had ever seen.  It was like the opening scene of a porn movie, and at first everyone was stunned into silence.

Fortunately, the tension was broken by Eddie who grinned and shouted, “Hey guys, remember me?  You’re favorite barback?  It’s me, Eddie.”

Most of the customers were regulars who remembered Eddie from the old days and they now had their excuse to crowd round the group and greet the boy.  Eddie basked in all the attention, especially now that he was in such spectacular company. One of the bolder men said, “Hey Eddie, you gonna be in the backroom later like in the old days?”

“No, dude, my man here wouldn’t let me.  Say hello to Hassan, I’m his boy.”

The man stammered, “Oh, sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to ... I, er, I was kidding ...”

“No sweat, buddy, I can take care of my boy.”  He gripped the guy’s hand in a bone crushing handshake.  “Hey, who’d you have to fuck to get a drink around here?”

“Me!” came the collective shout from the crowd, and the ensuing laughter broke the ice.  The men made their way slowly through the crowd, many of whom remembered Randy and Bob from previous visits and greeted them eagerly.   

Mike pushed through the crowd and eased their way through to the bar, where the shirtless Larry was flaunting his body under the bright overhead lights, and basking in the reflected glory of his glamorous friends. One guy asked, “Are all these guys are staying with you and Mike?”

“Yup, and we get to watch all the fun, fucking and fighting.”

“Shit damn, you should get that on camera, dude.”

“My pal Eddie will take care of that.  Maybe one day soon I’ll screen it for you.”

The banter continued and once things settled down, Mike came up to Hassan and whispered in his ear.  “Hey, soldier, I gotta go in my back office and check on inventory, and I’d like a word with you in private if you can tear yourself away for a few minutes.”

“Sure, no problem, Mike.”  Hassan looked across the room at Eddie.  “My kid seems to be having a ball, answering all those guys’ question, doing what he likes best – talking.  You sure he’ll be OK?”

Safe as houses, Hassan.  Larry will keep an eye on him and none of those guys would dare try anything with a Marine’s boy.  Anyway, they all love Eddie.”

So the two men slipped away and into Mike’s small, cluttered office behind the bar.  They sat down and as Mike sifted through papers on his desk, Hassan said, “So I guess this has something to do with Randy and Bob eh?  ‘Course, like everyone else we heard of the deep freeze they were going though after Randy heard that Mark butt-fucked Bob.

“Personally I don’t know what all the fuss is about, but I guess for some reason that’s like a red rag to a bull for Randy, and he can be a pretty savage bull when he’s mad.  But since they came out here we’ve only heard bits and pieces via the grapevine.  You gonna fill in the details?”

“Sure, Hassan, that’s why I asked you in here, ‘cos I want your advice.”  Mike told Hassan the whole story of the summerhouse where the two men celebrated their anniversary by replaying the wild events of the day they met, ending in Randy’s ferocious fuck.”  Since then, Hassan, they’ve been more in love than ever, like they don’t have a care in the world.”

“So problem solved, Mike?”

Mike sighed.  “I wish I could be sure about that.  Randy’s love for Bob is intensely passionate and he protects Bob like a tiger.  But you know Randy, one thing can set him off.  And like you said, Bob getting fucked is the worst trigger of all.  That summerhouse stunt brought them closer together than ever, but it didn’t specifically cover the butt-fuck thing.”

“So where do I come in, Mike?  I’ll do whatever I can.”

“OK, dude, so one thing stood out to me.  Randy was away at a convention with Zack while Bob was up in the dunes with Mark.  When Randy called Bob and asked that inevitable question ...”

“Did he fuck you ...?” Hassan grinned.

“The very same, Hassan.  Bob told him yes he did and Randy started to get mad.  But Bob cut him off and asked if Zack had fucked him.”

“Hm, good question.  Good for Bob.”

“That’s what I thought.  At first Randy protested and denied it, but he couldn’t lie to Bob so he said yeah, Zack had fucked him, but they had been drunk at the time – as if that excused it.  That set off a back and forth, like what’s good for the gander is good for the goose, that kinda stuff, but it was never resolved.  They agreed to talk about it later but they never did, and you know that if you let something like that fester the situation gets worse.

“So that’s where Larry and I concocted the summerhouse stunt, but I need something similar to get to the heart of the butt-fuck issue and put it to rest once and for all.”

Hassan frowned in thought, and his swarthy Arab features broke into a smile. “Mike, old buddy, you say you can’t use the summerhouse scenario again, but I have something even better.  You know when I’m out here I always drive out to that house of mine in the desert to check on it.”

“Ah, you read my mind, soldier, I like where you’re going with this.”

“I usually go down into the basement dungeon, feel the vibes of previous sexual fantasies and jack off thinking about it.  ‘Course, you know why I bought that place as soon as I came to this country.  When I was a soldier in the Arab war I captured Mark, a U.S. corporal fighting for the other side, and I tortured him in my interrogation cell.  Book 2, Chapters  41 & 42

“Yeah and you fell in love with him, that’s the stuff of legend in the tribe dude.”

“I came to the U.S. to find him.  I was so ashamed of what I had done to him I needed to reverse the captive/captor roles, so I created the dungeon and lured him out there.  He found me chained up in the middle of the room and went to town on me, worked me over good.  So we had evened the score, and ever since then we’ve had this special kind of love, born in a crucible of war and suffering.”  Book 3 Chapter 1

“That is quite a story, dude.  Do you think it can be adapted to fit our little problem?”

“I do, Mike, yeah.  What gave me the idea was the image of Zack fucking Randy and Bob getting fucked by Mark.  My plan might seem a bit melodramatic, though.”

“Nothing wrong with melodrama, captain. It can be real sexy, as my boy Larry has found out.”

“Only thing is, I can’t force Randy and Bob the way I forced Mark.  Won’t work if they resist me.”

“Don’t worry about that, Hassan.  For some reason Randy trusts me and does what I tell him to.  And Bob will go along.  This ‘did-he-fuck-you’ thing wears him down, he’d love it to go away.”

“OK, Mike, so here’s my plan ...”

<><>    Deep In The Desert    <><>

By the time they went back to the bar, things were starting to calm down.  Bob, Randy and Eddie were sitting at the bar chatting to guys, without the early frenzy and crush of bodies.  Some customers were reluctantly drifting away and the peak of beer bust was clearly over.  Jim, the other bartender, had told Larry he could handle the bar alone now, and Larry wanted Jim to get all the tips.  He passed that on to Mike, who pulled him aside. 

“Larry, something’s come up.  Hassan is gonna take Randy and Bob out to his old house in the desert.  He wants to do a routine check on it, but there’s more to it than that – a lot more.  I’m gonna take you and Eddie back to our house briefly, then we’ll go out to Hassan’s place too.  I don’t have time for details now, but it’ll all become clear.  I gotta have a word with the guys.”

Mike went up to Bob and Randy and grinned.  “OK, guys, you had your fill of stardom?  Hassan’s decided to go check on his old house now, and he wants to take you with him.  He has a specific reason, which he’ll explain to you.  It might sound kinda extreme but, guys, it would be a big favor to me if you’ll go along with what he wants to do.  Believe me, I’m doing this for you guys, because I love you both.”

“No problem, Mike, anything to please you,” Randy said.  “Hassan’s place is a big turn-on and we got into some pretty wild action there in the past. Makes me horny every time I go there.”

Meanwhile Hassan was saying quietly to Eddie, “Kid, I’m taking Randy and Bob out to my house for my usual checkup.  I’m not taking you ‘cos I have something special I want you to do.  Mike will bring you and Larry out later, but you’ll stop at his place first to pick up your camera.”

Eddie’s mind instantly went into overdrive. “Wow, what will I be filming, sir?”

“You’ll find out soon enough, kiddo, and trust me – you’re gonna love it.”

“Sir, yes sir,” Eddie said with a smart salute and cheeky grin.

Soon after that the guys said their goodbyes to the admiring crowd and went out to the parking lot.  Hassan jumped into his jeep, and took off, followed by Randy and Bob in Randy’s truck.

Larry and Eddie waited for Mike who was having a few last words with the bartender.  An excited Eddie said, “So what’s going on, Larry?”

“Beats me, dude.  Mike told me more or less what he told you.  He’s playing this one close to his chest, just says we’ll soon find out.”

“Whatever it is, Larry, Hassan wants me to film it and I’m always up for that, you know me.”

Mike came out, they got into his truck and went to the house.  “OK, kids, you’ll just be observers this time, you and your camera Eddie.” 

“Sir,” Larry said, “does this have to do with Bob and Randy and the reason they came out here – like the summerhouse thing we arranged?”

“It does, Larry.  I was hoping we put all that to rest, but I just wanna make sure it’s for keeps this time.  OK, you ready?  You got the camera Eddie?  Good – let’s hit the road.”

It was a few miles drive to Hassan’s house along a windswept two-lane road that led deeper into the desert, with nothing but sand-dunes on either side.  Larry made the trip regularly as he kept an eye on the remote house for Hassan, making sure the electricity and water were still on, and tackling any repairs that came up.  And Hassan always checked the place out for himself whenever he came out to the desert.

They drove mostly in silence, the boys tingling with excitement, until at last Mike pointed off to the right.  “There it is, out there in the dunes.   He swung onto a barely discernible sandy track and they bumped along until they came to the house and parked.

The small old house, that had once been a ranger station, now had a forlorn appearance, with paint peeling off the once-red door, now long since faded in the desert sun. The boys’ hearts were beating fast as they went in, the front door creaking ominously.  Inside it was deserted.  “They’re downstairs,” Mike said softly.  “Come on.”

They went through the low door that led to narrow steps down to the basement.  It got darker as they went down to a closed door at the bottom.  “OK, kids, here we go ...”

<><>    The Ultimate Surrender    <><>

Mike quietly opened the door and all three stood inside to take in the scene.  The boys gasped.  The room was gloomy except for overhead spotlights in the center that shone down on Bob and Randy. Both men were shirtless, standing back to back, their arms stretched straight up, wrists clamped in leather restraints attached to chains that hung down from an overhead beam. 

The stunning scene was reflected in mirrors on all the walls.  At the side of the room, partly in shadow, stood Hassan in his Marine fatigue pants and combat boots. He had discarded his shirt, leaving only the khaki tank over his muscled torso.   His arms were crossed over his chest, his eyes fixed on his captives.

Bob had a slight smile on his face ... Randy had a look of defiance.

What a scene, Eddie thought as he raised his camera to his eye and moved around stealthily in the gloom, using his skills to film the erotic fantasy from all angles. 

Mike whispered to Larry, “Stand by, dude, be ready to help.”

Hassan glanced across the room nodded at Mike.  Mike walked to the center of the room and stood facing Bob.  When they made eye contact they both had a trace of a smile, a tacit mutual acceptance of what was about to happen.

Not so with Randy.  As Hassan’s swarthy Arab face confronted him impassively, Randy growled.  “What the fuck’s goin’ on, soldier.  I only agreed to this shit ‘cos you said it was to turn on the boys.”

“I lied, Randy.  It’s for you and Bob.”

“Fuck you, man.  Who the fuck do you think you ...?”

But his mouth was stifled as the soldier clamped his mouth over the gypsy’s in a grinding kiss that increased in intensity.  Randy instinctively recoiled, but Hassan clamped his hand behind his head and increased the pressure. Randy’s resistance waned as the passion grew, his cock bulged and he pushed his tongue deep in the soldier’s mouth, sharing the same hot breath.

Mike and Bob heard the guttural grunts and smiled.  Mike said, “This is something I want to do ever time I see you, Bob.”  When Mike kissed him there was no recoil, just a warm, affectionate response, an eager compliance with whatever Mike had planned. 

The kiss continued until suddenly Mike grabbed Bob’s hips and turned him around.  The chain above him twisted easily for him to face the other way, his chest pressed against Randy’s back. Mike kissed the back of Bob’s neck, reached round one hand round him to squeeze his nipple, while he spat in his other hand and rubbed it over his own rigid cock.

Mike pulled Bob’s jeans down below his ass and whispered in his ear, “There’s another thing I’ve always wanted to do with you, stud ...”

Randy’s mouth was still churning against Hassan’s when suddenly, “Aaagh ...”  Bob’s shout echoed round the room as Mike’s cock drove into his ass.  Randy’s response was instant and fierce.  He yanked his face away from Hassan’s and turned round to face Bob, even before Bob’s howl died away. 

“Is he fucking you?  Is Mike fucking your ass.”

“Yes, but it’s OK, Randy.”

“It is not fucking OK, man.  You don’t get fucked unless ... Aaagh.”  It was Randy’s turn to howl as the Marine yanked down his pants and the huge Arab cock speared his ass.

Watching wide-eyed, Larry thought, ‘So that was the plan – for Bob and Randy to get butt-fucked at the same time, chained up, pressed against each other, staring into each other’s eyes.’  It was a replay of Bob getting fucked by Mark while Zack fucked Randy – except that had been 300 miles apart.  Now there was no distance, their bodies pressed against each other as the two cocks rammed into them from behind.

Bob was enjoying the thought and feel of being reamed by their old friend Mike.  He might be older but he was still as potent as ever and his technique had been perfected over the years.

But Randy reacted impulsively, obsessed by the thought that Bob was getting butt-fucked and there was nothing he could do to help him.  Except yell.

“Fuck you, man.  “I’ll fucking kill you ...”

“Shut the fuck up, man.  This is my show, my basement, and I’ve got you helplessly chained up in it, getting your ass ploughed by a Marine – while your own lover, chained against you, gets his ass pounded.  I always wanted to dominate you, stud, and make you see sense.  You’re mine, dude, and your lover too.”

“NO! ...” Randy yelled.  But he was silenced by Bob’s mouth pressing urgently against his.  Again Randy’s impulse was to pull away ... but this was Bob, Bob’s lips, Bob’s eyes gazing into his.  Confused, disoriented, the savage gypsy was tamed into acceptance.  Not so much ‘tamed’ as ‘seduced’. Bob’s kisses were more passionate than ever, with a cock filling his ass.  And the guy fucking him was a man Randy respected, loved and obeyed.

Plus, the soldier’s cock felt incredible pounding his ass.  He had always admired the strength and rugged beauty of the tough Marine, and if he was going to surrender his ass to any man, it would be to an alpha stud like Hassan.  Besides, he couldn’t protest because Bob’s mouth was clamped over his while they both got fucked in the ass.”

Eddie was having trouble controlling his excitement but, professional to the last, he used every filming trick he had learned to do justice to this incredible scene, getting new angles, zooming in for closeups of the bodies and intense faces of the big guys in action.

The pornographic scene continued until Randy pulled off Bob’s mouth and asked, “You OK, dude?”

“Loving it, Randy.  Loving it so much I need to cum.  Help me, buddy ...”

“You hear that, Randy?” Hassan said in his ear. “Bob’s loving it.  It’s OK for Bob to get his ass plough by another man.  But now he needs you to give him release, and you can do it ... just ask Mike.”

Randy looked over Bob’s shoulder at the gray-haired man he loved like a son loves a father.  And he said words no one ever expected to hear.  “Fuck him, Mike.  He’s lovin’ it.  Fuck my man’s ass.  Shove that huge dick of yours inside him ... deep.”

“You sure, Randy?” Mike said.  “You sure you want another guy to butt-fuck your lover, after everything you’ve said in the past.”

“I was wrong, Mike.  Bob wants it, and I want my man to be happy.  Fuck him, dude, please, pound that gorgeous ass.  Let me look into his eyes while another man butt-fucks him and shoots his load inside him.  Please, Mike ... please ...”

“Whatever you want, Randy.  You’re the boss.”  Mike picked up the tempo and fucked harder and deeper.  “I love you guys ... here it comes, boy ... I’m gonna cum ... yeah ... fuuuck!”

Mike went deep and blasted his juice inside Randy’s lover, while Bob pushed against Randy and sprayed juice all the way up his abs and chest. 

Hassan said, “Your turn now big guy.  I’m real close but I wanna hear what turns me on most as a soldier.  I wanna hear a tough alpha male submit.  Either that or I’ll shred you ass.”

Hassan put all his strength into his attack on the gypsy’s ass, driving his iron-hard cock in like a piston.  “Do it, stud, let me hear you beg.

“‘OK, I’m done, finished.  You win, soldier.  I submit come inside me ... please ... Aaagh!!...”

The screams of both men, the gypsy and the Marine, echoed round the room as Hassan’s cock erupted inside Randy, who shot a massive load over his lover, the lover he had begged another man to cream his ass.

There was a stunned silence as the four alpha men clung together, hearts beating against each other.  Eddie zoomed in for a dramatic closeup and froze on the stunning final shot. 

“And that, gentlemen, is definitely a wrap.”

<><>   Ready To Move On    <><>

Sometime later they were all sitting in Mike’s garden, washed and rested and sipping martinis.  They no longer talked about Randy’s obsession.  After Randy had, amazingly, begged another man to cum in Bob’s ass, it was tacitly agreed that, at long last, the subject had been put to rest, and they were ready to move on.

And, not unexpectedly, it was Eddie who moved them on.  “Guys, I’ll get this video edited as soon as I get back to L.A., but I can show you a rough cut later this evening.  And in a week or so I’ll be what they call income-commando.”

Bob said gently, “Er, I think the word you’re searching for, Eddie, is ‘incommunicado’.”

“Yeah, that’s the one.  We’ll be starting principal photography on Grady’s new movie.  I’ve seen the script and it’s a toughie.  I’ll be spending most of my time on a boat getting shots of the surfers.  That’s why I’ll be income ... what you said, sir.  But before all that Grady and Mario will be giving one of their big parties for the whole tribe – kind of a last hurry ... before work starts.

Mike riffled his hair.  “Kiddo, I think you mean a ‘last hurrah” before work starts.”

As a matter of fact, back in L.A. the wheels were already in motion.  Bob’s home office was being manned temporarily by young Ossie, the newest member of the tribe.  There was a knock on the door and Ossie said, “Come in.”

The boy stared in disbelief at the beautiful man who walked in.  Ossie had never met him before, but he had seen all his movies and jerked off to most of them.  Grady gave the tongue-tied new boy a dazzling smile.  “Hey, you must be that Ossie I’ve been hearing so much about.”

“Y ... yes sir. And you are ... aren’t you?  You really are ...”

“Well, Ossie.” Grady laughed, “I’ve been called lots of things – which one have you heard?”

“Well sir ... Grady, sir?”

“Yeah, you nailed it kiddo, that one I can’t deny.  Come give me a hug.  I have a feeling we’re gonna be pals.”

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TO BE CONTINUED IN “A Trial Of Strength – Book 13: Chapter 33