Trial Of Strength (Book 13)

"THE GYPSY MIND-FUCKED INTO SUBMISSION"

It’s the highpoint of the tribe’s party.  Gypsy boss Randy has dominated and degraded the cop Mark. Now it’s payback time, Randy’s turn for torment. In a homoerotic spectacle before the assembled tribe, the naked gypsy is at the mercy of the vengeful cop, who forces him to witness the humiliation of men he loves - a mind-fuck torment that ends with the macho master begging for release. 

<><>    Witches’ Gossip    <><>

The Grady House party was in full swing in the spacious garden.  But one man and his boy were absent from the crowd.   

The cop Mark and his boy Felipe were in their upstairs guestroom dozing, recovering from exhilarating rough sex, where the uniformed cop had handcuffed the willing Felipe to the bed and fucked him.   And soon after that, the tough, rugged gypsy Randy had burst in and turned the tables on the shirtless cop by handcuffing him to the bed in Felipe’s place, pulling down his uniform pants and ploughing his ass.

As Felipe now dozed in Mark’s arms his mind ran over and over the final verbal exchange between Randy and Mark.   Randy had grinned down at the chained cop and said, “That’s how I like to see you, big guy.  Chained helpless, cuffed, fucked and humiliated – a beaten, broken muscle-cop.”

Mark growled. “You know there’s gonna be payback for this, don’t you, asshole.  Like you, it turns me on seeing a big tough alpha stud, broken and humiliated. You’re gonna get it good.”

“I’m counting on it, buddy.  Bondage and humiliation are a two-way street.”

With those words still ringing in his ears, Felipe nestled closer to Mark and asked, “Sir, when you talked about payback and how you get off seeing a big tough guy bound and humiliated.  Did you mean that?”

“Sure I did, kiddo. I’m already working on it – already chosen my victim.”

Who that victim would be was now the subject of fierce debate among the party guests.  Of course, the sexual exploits of Mark and Felipe, then Mark’s handcuffed humiliation by Randy, were already on the grapevine and being eagerly digested by men and boys. 

When he emerged from the house Felipe had dashed over to the small group of Jamie, Nate and Eddie and excitedly related the whole scene to them.  And when motormouth Eddie got a bit like this between his teeth he was off to the races.  The whole tribe was feeding on the details in minutes – not least among them the party’s co-host Grady and his boy Brian. 

Grady was making the most of his last week of leisure before embarking on the grueling daily grind shooting his new lifeguard movie.  That was one reason for this party for the whole tribe.  The actor in Grady loved fantasy stories and this group of uninhibited, oversexed men and boys was fertile ground for his favorite thing – gossip. 

Young Brian even kept a gossip notebook so they wouldn’t miss a beat.  And, when he was not working hard servicing the party guests, he could be seen sitting on the sidelines with Grady surveying the crowd and eagerly comparing notes.  Grady’s lover Mario accused them of looking like the Witches of Macbeth, but they didn’t care, so he left them huddled over their witches’ caldron. 

The exploits of the handsome cop Mark were primo gossip material, and Grady asked Brian, “So, kiddo, what’s your takeaway from that juicy scene?”

“Well, sir, when I spoke to Felipe he was struck by the last words Randy said ... something like “That’s how I like to see you, big guy – handcuffed, helpless, fucked and humiliated – a beaten, broken muscle-cop.”

“Wow,” Grady said, “I can imagine Randy saying that ... gives me a hardon just hearing it.  I only wish I could have traded places with Mark and got worked over by the fierce gypsy and that humongous schlong. 

“But here’s the thing about a scene like that kiddo.  With butch alpha guys like them, it doesn’t end there.  Mark’s a big tough cop and he ain’t gonna take that lying down – if you’ll pardon the pun – and cuffed to the bed.  He has to give as good as he got – it’s kind’ve a cop’s code of honor.”

“That’s what Felipe said, sir.  Seems Mark was mad and said, ‘You know there’s gonna be payback for this.  It turns me on too seeing a big tough alpha stud, broken and humiliated. You’re gonna get it good’.  Felipe has a god memory, sir, and a great ear for dialogue.”

“Huh, he should write some of my movie lines.  And in the meantime he should join us here in the gossip game.”

“Like the third witch of Macbeth, sir?” Brian added impishly.

Grady ruffled Brian’s.  “Nah, maybe not.  You and me, we have this scene pretty much covered.  Anyway, kiddo, that gives you the answer to who’s ‘gonna get it good’ from the cop.”

“I guess so, sir.  Except, in this crowd, you never know what’s gonna happen.  It’s just like those TV serials – minus the handcuffs and butt-fucks.  But I don’t see how Mark can top what Randy did to him.”

“Oh, he’ll find a way, kid.  I’ve heard that when cops interrogate a suspect they’re not allowed to use physical force, but they’re experts at softening him up with psychological stress.  Like, they leave the suspect sitting alone in the interrogation room and as time drags by he gets more and more nervous, so when they finally come in he’s ready to spill the beans.”

“You think that’s what Mark will do, sir?”

“Dunno, dude, but all this would make a great movie script.  Next week, when I’m away all day filming, you should start to write it all down as a screenplay.  Heck, you’ve got a notebook full of juicy stuff there.  You should have a stab at it, dude.”

“I will sir, but first things first, we gotta see how this latest drama plays out.  As they say in serials at the end of each episode ... ‘stay tuned’ ....

<><>    Mark Warns, Randy Jokes    <><>

By this time, Felipe had left Jamie and run off to the kitchen to report for duty.  As they all worked, the other four chefs pumped Felipe for information which he gladly provided.  His whole demeanor was more self-assured than before, and the twins smiled at each other. They guessed that Mark had worked this transformation with the rough-sex episode that made Felipe feel a more permanent member of the family than ever.

Meanwhile Mark had emerged from the house, and Grady said, “Damn, he’s changed out of is cop uniform.”

“Yeah,” Brian said, “but he looks pretty darn hot barefoot and bare-chested in just blue-jeans.”

Grady laughed.  “The guy would look hot in anything ... or nothing ... preferably nothing.  Hey what’s he doing now?  Why’s he gone straight over to Jason and his boy Ben?”

Mark talked to them earnestly for a few minutes and Jason and Ben smiled and nodded.  Then he joined Bob and Zack at a table by the pool and engaged them in what looked like intense conversation.

“Something’s up, sir,” Brian said.  “After all that sex action upstairs I would have expected Mark, to come down in swim trunks and dive in the pool.  But he’s obviously got something else in mind, something that involves other guys.  Ah, now here comes Randy, and he’s changed out of his work clothes into black jeans, no shirt.”

“You were right, kiddo, this is like watching a movie trying to guess what happens next. He’s headed over to join Bob, Mark and Zack – wish we knew what they were saying.  Hey, I’ve got an idea.  Why don’t you take some beers over to them, Brian, and keep your ears open?”   

Brian quickly wheeled himself over to the bar, grabbed a six-pack and took it over to the table where Randy had just sat down. “Excuse me, sirs, but Grady thought you might be wanting some beer.”

Randy grinned, “Dude you guys sure know how to take care of your guests. A beer right now would just hit the spot.” While Brian circled the table taking the tops of bottles and setting them down, Randy was saying, “How’s your kid Felipe, Mark?  That was pretty heavy stuff for him upstairs.”

“He feels great, Randy.  He’d never done stuff like that but he knew Jamie often has, and matching him made Felipe feel more secure in the family.  I think the last bit was kinda harrowing for him, though, when you handcuffed and fucked me.  I don’t think he was too fond of you for a while, till you told him to join in.   After you left, he asked me if I meant it when I talked about payback and how I get off seeing a big tough guy bound and humiliated.”

“And what did you say?”

“I told him, sure I did, and I’ve even chosen my victim.”

“Which would be me, I suppose,” Randy laughed, making light of the situation.  “OK, why not?  I know how you cops hate anyone talking down to you, least of all handcuffing you to a bed with your own cuffs, working you over and reaming your ass.”

“That pretty much sums it up, stud.”

Randy took a long slug of beer and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.  “OK, officer, but I’m a tough nut to crack.  As you know, it takes a lot to break a Texas gypsy like me.”     

Brian was puttering around unobtrusively collecting empty glasses from nearby tables and staying within earshot.  He was astute enough to realize that the conversation he was overhearing was on two different levels. 

Mark was issuing a serious warning, but Randy was treating the whole thing as a joke, and with his usual arrogance daring anyone to defeat him.  It was like he was playing with Mark, Brian thought, and most likely showing off to Bob and Zack, but not realizing they found his casual conceit somewhat offensive.  They hadn’t said a word – almost as if they were biding their time.

And that time came soon enough.  Randy drained his beer and said, “OK, officer, let’s get this little game over.  Not here, though, in the middle of the party.  Let’s go find the right spot in the garden for your little payback scene.”  Randy patted Bob’s cheek.  “Back in a flash, dude, as soon as our buddy here has had his fill of working me over.”

As they left, Mark looked over his shoulder and grinned at Bob and Zack.

Mark seemed to know exactly where he was going.  He led Randy to a large clearing where one side sloped down to a grassy area surrounded by trees – in the shape of a small amphitheater.

Randy grinned, “Great space for a performance, dude, revenge or otherwise.”

“That’s what I had in mind, Randy.”

“And hey, look at that.  The stage is already set.”  Randy walked over to a large tree with a horizontal branch from which short ropes hung down shoulder-width apart.  Attached to the end of the ropes, naturally, were leather restraints.”

“A bit corny, dude,” Randy said scornfully,” that old ropes-round-a--branch thing.  Been there, done that.  He strode over to the tree, stretched his arms up in a V and slid his hands through the restraints.  Facing Mark he grinned, “This is my place, right?  Only thing is, you forgot to tighten these restraints.  If things get rough I can slide my hands out and punch you in the face.”

“You’re right, Randy,” Mark grinned. “you think of everything.”  He reached up and tightened the buckles ... extra tight.   “Better,” Randy taunted.  “Now I’m your prisoner officer, under arrest.  So what comes next, interrogation?  The belt I suppose, though I gotta warn you, stud, a belt-whipping never made me submit.  I can take that all day without even flinching.”

Mark unbuckled his own belt, slid it out of his jeans and it hung down from his hand, as if ready to strike.  “You’re right about the belt, buddy, but wrong about the method.  I’m a cop and when cops interrogate a suspect they don’t use physical force, that’s not allowed.  We use psychology – we mess with his mind, not his body.”

“What the fuck’s that mean?” Randy growled.  Mark raised the belt, but not to strike.  Instead, he buckled it round his prisoner’s neck, the loose end hanging down his back.  He stood back and smiled.  “Yeah that’s the look I was going for.  Looks hot, dude, a macho gypsy hunk tied up, a cop’s belt round his neck.”

“Randy snarled, “What the fuck you doing, dude?  This is getting boring.”

“And likely to get more boring, big guy.”  Without another word, Mark turned, walked away up the slope and disappeared through the trees.

Leaving Randy all alone.

<><>    The Mystery Deepens    <><>

“He’s come back, and without Randy.”  That was Grady, trying to make sense of the unfolding drama.  “I thought Mark would be beating the shit out of him by now.”

“No, sir,” Brian said, “that would be too easy ... and it wouldn’t work, Randy’s as tough as nails. Remember what you told me earlier?  You said when cops interrogate a suspect they’re not allowed to use physical force, but they know how to soften a guy up with psychological stress.  I suspect that’s kind of what’s going on here.”

Grady put his arm round Brian.  “You’re brilliant, dude, perfect guy to have around at a time like this.”

“But we’re not the only Greek Chorus doing running commentary on this play, sir.  Look around you.  All the other guys are riveted by the action, trying to work it out, like we are.  See, Mark has gone back to sit with Bob and Zack as I would expect.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t except this ... Mark is beckoning other guys to join them.”   He frowned.  “Let’s see ... Jason and Ben.  And Pablo?  Makes no sense.”

“I beg to differ, sir.  I beginning to see a pattern emerging.  See ... Bob, Ben and Pablo.  All different from each other but they have one thing in common.  Don’t you get it?  Come on, sir, switch on that lightbulb over your head.”

“Ah, I got it.  They’re all closely related to Randy.  Bob’s the lover he idolizes ... Ben is the kid brother he loves and protects ... and Pablo is his boy from way back, who he loves so much he adopted him as his son.  Dude you gotta get over there and listen to what they’re saying.”

“Sorry, sir, no can do.  I can’t use that would-you-guys-like-a-beer, stunt again, they’d smell a rat.  And they’re in a huddle, Mark’s talking to them so intensely they’d shoo me away.  We gotta do what we do best ... just observe.  Isn’t that part of an actor’s job, sir?  Observe other people and use that to include in your own performances.”

“Absolutely right, kiddo.  So you could say this is work for me, as an actor.  In spite of what mean ol’ Mario says about cheap gossip.”

Mario had been close by listening with increasing amusement.  His main concern, as always, was helping Grady have fun, to take his mind off the upcoming stress of his movie.  But in addition to that, Mark, like everyone else, found himself drawn to the slowly unfolding drama.  Much as he belittled gossip, he now pulled up his chair and joined in.

“Will you let me help, guys?  At these parties I spend my time observing our guests and anticipating their needs.  I got rather good at it, so let me give that little group a try. 

“Bene, right now Mark, of course, is ... il capo ... running the show, as he is the man seeking payback from Randy – whose whereabouts at this moment are unknown.  But as Mark talks, it’s the reactions of the listeners that give us clues. 

“Jason seems the most enthusiastic, and his boy Ben will follow him.  Zack seems amused by the whole thing, but Bob and Pablo less so.  They are frowning and asking question.  But they both love and admire Mark so my guess is, he’ll win them over.  In fact they are relaxing even as we speak. Whatever the plan is, they seem to have signed on.  Oh, now Mark is looking over here, at you, bambino.”

“Hey Brian,” Mark smiled.  “Sorry to interrupt, but is there any beer left?”

“Masses, sir.  Coming right up ...”

“Find out what you can,” Grady hissed, as Brian wheeled himself over to the bar, picked up another sixpack and took it over to their table. 

“Thanks, Brian, you’re a life saver.”

Brian hovered as long as he dared, futzing around with bottle tops and napkins.  When he got back to Grady and Mario he said wide-eyed, “Nothing, I found out nothing.  They were talking trivia – their coming week, work, telling jokes.  I don’t get it, I’m stumped.  It’s as if all this wasn’t happening.”

Mario frowned.  “Molto curioso.  And all this time Randy is ... where?  Doing what?”

All the other men and boys were feeling the same frustration.  It was as if the spotlight had suddenly shifted away from Mark and his group, who were now in casual conversation.  But shifted where? 

As Mark had talked he had jerked his thumb or nodded in the direction of the grounds where he had gone with Randy, and where Randy, presumably still was.  And it was in that direction that attention now turned. It was almost as if the cop had uttered the familiar words, ‘Move along folks, nothing more to see here.’  So the boldest among them actually did move along.

Eddie, of course, had been agog from the start, camera at the ready as always.  He was sitting with Finn and they both stood up and wended their way into the grounds.  Their men, Hassan and Miguel, grinned at each other and Miguel said. “OK, soldier, as the saying goes, ‘If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.  Let’s go, dude.”

Those bold souls began a surge of other men and boys heading uncertainly in the same direction.  Naturally Grady was on high alert.  “Dudes,” he said to Brian and Mario, “we gotta be a part of this.  Mario, we own this place and if anything terrible happens here we could be held responsible.”

“Amico, you are, as usual being overly dramatic.  Nothing terrible is going to happen.  However, if you ask if I’m curious about where the herd is moving to, of course I am.  Andiamo ...subito.”

<><>    The Show Begins    <><>

It was a long time since Randy had suddenly been left alone, with no explanation ... and he was mad.  He had naturally struggled to get free, yanking at the ropes, even trying to break the branch.  But Mark had used thick ropes, and the branch was solid.  So, sweating and panting, he had finally given up and realized all he could do was wait ... and wait.

“He recalled Mark’s parting words – when cops interrogate a guy they don’t use force ... ‘we mess with his mind, not his body’.  That’s why they leave the suspect in the interrogation room alone, to break his will.  Well he wouldn’t damn-well break and the cop would have to resort to the usual whipping and fucking.  Bring it on, asshole, he thought, let’s get this over.  

Then at last he heard muted voices coming from the tress, getting louder and louder.  He looked up to the top of the slope and saw young Eddie – with his camera, of course.  Just what I needed, the thought sullenly.  Following him were Hassan, Miguel and his boy Finn.

Another captive would have shouted out urging them to release him.  But not Randy.  That’s just what Mark would want, to hear him beg for release.  So, as more men arrived Randy closed his eyes.  He could handle this.  Besides, he knew how hot he looked, a macho, muscled gypsy, shirtless in black jeans that hugged his waist and hips, arms stretch up in bondage, the cop’s belt buckled round his neck.

He knew the guys, especially the boys, would find that image pornographic and would jerk off gazing at him.  So let them have their fun and that would end the show.  There was nothing else the cop could do to him.

Grady, Brian and Mario came through the trees at the base of the slope so Brian would not have to wheel himself downhill.  They looked up at the slope which was covered with spectators sitting on the grass.  “It’s like the Hollywood Bowl,” Grady hissed. There was a buzz of excitement and several of the boys had already pulled their cocks out to stroke them.

Grady looked from the spectators to the object of their rapt attention, and groaned softly to Mario and Brian, “Dammit it, guys, will you look at that.  It’s awesome.  The boss of all these med is helplessly tied up on display, looking stunning, bare-chested in tight jeans, a belt buckled round his neck like a slave collar.

“I could cream my shorts just staring at him – those stretched muscles straining, pecs and flexed abs, the rugged face, stubbled jaw, his long shaggy black hair falling forward as he bows his face in shame.

“Not in shame, sir,” Brian said, “not Randy.  He knows how totally gorgeous he looks, sexy as hell, being worshipped by the whole tribe.  All he has to do is stand there, a total fantasy, and once the guys have all unloaded their jizz it’s game over.”

“Oh, I think not, bambino,” Mario smiled.  “I don’t think Mark will let him off that easy.  Besides, why the intense conversation just now with Bob, Ben, Pablo and Zack?   Ah, here comes Mark now.  We’ll see if I’m right.”

The handsome blond cop, shirtless in jeans stepped forward out of the crowd and turned to face them.  “Gentlemen, the man you see here, your leader, recently challenged me, a uniformed police officer, by overpowering me, taking me prisoner.  He handcuffed me, near-naked, to the bed with my own cuffs and reamed my ass.  No alpha male, least of all a cop, could let that go without retaliating.  You will witness his humiliation now.

“You have all seen, many times, a man in chains, whipped into submission.  But this time will be different.  Without anyone laying a hand on him he will groan in defeat, submit and beg for release.”

Mark walked up to Randy, ripped open his jeans, yanked them down and pulled them off over his bare feet.  The crowd gasped at the sight of the roughneck gypsy stretched in bondage, naked except for the slave collar round his neck, on helpless humiliating display.  His massive cock hung down from a black mass of pubic hair, and Mark slapped it from side to side. 

Then he put his hand under Randy’s chin and pushed his face up so their eyes met.  “That’s the last time anyone will touch you, stud.  Until you beg for it – and you will.  It’s payback time ... prepare to beg, big guy.”

“Fuck you, asshole,” Randy growled.

“As I recall that’s what I said to you, Randy.  Didn’t have any effect then, any more than it will now, until you submit ... and you will submit ... asshole.

<><>    The Gypsy’s Torment     <><>

Mark turned to the audience and smiled, “You’re on Jason.”

The handsome young fireman stood up, took the hand of his boy Ben and walked out onto the grass, halfway between the bound man and the audience. 

The fireman Jason was well known to all as a genial narcissist, always ready to show off his physique, honed to perfection in daily gym sessions in the station house between emergency calls.  He flaunted his body to Ben, and to himself in the mirror during workouts, or to anyone who wanted to watch, and many guys did. 

He had taught his boy to be proud of his sexy young gypsy looks, like a junior version of his big brother Randy.  So both of them were turned on by performing in front of a large enthusiastic audience like this.  By prior agreement with Mark they paid no attention to Randy, and focused on each other, both barefoot in boardshorts and T-shirts.

Jason began by pulling off his T-shirt, to cheers and wolf-whistles from the crowd.   Ben ran his hands over the sculpted chest he knew so well, while Jason pulled off Ben’s shirt.  Jason pressed his hands lightly on his boy’s shoulders and Ben sank to his knees.  He unlaced Jason’s shorts, pulled out his semi-hard cock and sucked it into his mouth, all of this accompanied by lusty cheers from the audience.

The only man not pleased was Randy.  Years ago, Randy had protected Ben and his brothers on the streets of Texas and, when Ben joined the tribe, his big brother had reluctantly given his blessing to Ben becoming the fireman’s boy.  He kept a fraternal eye on the boy and still felt some residual resentment that Jason had, to some degree, taken his place as Ben’s man.

And now the naked, bound gypsy was being forced to watch his kid brother worship the fireman before the whole tribe.  He felt that Ben was being exhibited in some kind of show, and it pissed him off.  His protective instincts kicked in and he reflexively tugged at his ropes. 

It was only then that he started to grasp what Mark had meant by not laying a hand on him, how cops interrogate a suspect by messing with his mind.  Still, he knew Ben was not being hurt, he was making love to his man, so he could bear to watch this.  No problem.

But that changed when he was surprised to see his buddy Zack come forward out of the crowd, followed by, of all guys, Randy’s boy of many years, his adopted son, Pablo. The handsome young Mestizo had grown into a fine young man, the construction company’s tough chief mechanic who modeled himself on Randy and, like Randy, never let anyone mess with him. 

But now here he was in front of all these guys, with Randy’s buddy Zack, the muscular black co-boss of the company.   When Randy and Zack had first met years ago, a clash had been inevitable and the evenly matched alpha males had many fierce fights. But Randy had finally accepted Zack as an equal, though there still remained a friendly rivalry between them. 

Now Zack was facing Randy’s son Pablo, who sank to his knees before him, just as Ben had just done with Jason.  Pablo opened Zack’s black jeans and pulled out his massive cock, second in size only to his buddy Darius’s monstrous ten inches.   Zack cupped his big hand behind Pablo’s neck and pulled his face forward onto his cock that drove straight down his throat and made him choke. 

“No,” Randy groaned.  But he knew Pablo was tough, and it was a point of pride for the young jock not to back down, so his handsome Mestizo face was soon pounding up and down on the black shaft.  “Fuck,” Randy growled, he had to get free and rescue his boys.

But then came the worst.  The cop Mark came forward with Randy’s lover Bob, and Randy tensed.  Inevitably, like Ben and Pablo before him, Bob fell to his knees before Mark, unzipped his jeans, pulled out his cock and went down on it. 

As he sucked it in deep, the awestruck crowd broke into renewed loud cheers, though not loud enough to drown out Randy’s bellowing, agonized voice ... “NO! ...”   The rugged gypsy looked magnificent, his muscular naked body writhing in bondage, biceps bulging as he yanked at his restraints in a futile attempt at freedom.  The spectacle brought even louder cheers of admiration, which was small consolation for the tormented man.

Randy’s love for the cop had always been complex – something he indulged provided it did not get in the way of his intense passion for Bob.  And now, in Randy’s tortured mind, Mark was grinding that passion in the dust by putting Bob on humiliating display, on his knees sucking cock in public.

The boss was being forced to watch his kid brother, his son, and his lover in humiliation submission to other men in full view of the whole tribe, like a slave master stripped naked, forced to wear a slave collar and watch his own boys perform degrading sex acts.

He struggled mightily, but realized at last that, as Mark had said, the fight was not physical but mental.  He had to steel his mind, to endure the painful spectacle.  Above all he would not submit ... never, not under the gaze of the men and boys he led.  Yeah, he could take it.  It couldn’t get worse than this.

But of course, it could.

<><>    A Multi-Climax    <><>

Some in the cheering crowd were troubled.  Pablo’s boy Tyler was sitting next to his buddy Finn squeezing his hand. 

“Don’t get upset, dude,” Finn said softly. “Pablo’s not getting hurt, he’s probably getting off proving to the guys how tough he can be.   He’s sucked Zack’s cock many times before and he’s already thinking about ways he can get even with the black musclehunk.  Just think how much he’s gonna enjoy making tender love to you in the privacy of your own room – a perfect antidote to all this.”

Even Brian was concerned and asked Grady and Mario, “Sirs, do you think it’s going too far?”

“Nah,” Grady said.  “Those guys are having a blast.  Ben is sucking off the hot, handsome fireman he loves.  Pablo is no stranger to massive black dicks after his boyfriend Darius’s ten-incher.  And Bob going down on the cop he loves ... ‘nuff said.  Hey, I’d willingly trade places with any one of those guys.”

“Or all of them, amore,” Mario smiled.

“Yeah, that too,” Grady grinned, licking his lips.

The only guy who was not ‘having a blast’ was Randy, steeling himself to the painful sight of the three guys he loved most on their knees.  The triple blowjob seemed to go on forever, but suddenly there was a change ... and it was what Randy feared most.

It started with Jason.  He pulled his cock put of his boy’s mouth, leaned down and whispered in his ear, “You OK, Benny-boy?  You ready for more?”

“Yes please, sir,” Ben said eagerly. 

Jason pressed down on the kneeling boy’s back so he fell forward on all fours.  Jason walked round and knelt behind him.  “Still good and wet kiddo,” he said as he eased his cock inside him and pumped his fist in the air, to rousing cheers.

For Randy this was symbolically far worse than watching his little brother suck dick.  Randy had always considered that fucking a man’s ass was the ultimate act, even a sign of ownership.  For years he claimed that he owned Bob’s ass, and still had difficulty accepting that Bob got butt-fucked by anyone than him.  He knew, of course, that Ben loved getting fucked by Jason, but now, in front of a crowd of cheering men, it felt like an insult to Ben’s big brother.

It was even worse with Pablo.  From the day he first saw the young mechanic he had zeroed in on his perfect bubble butt.  And even now, when he felt horny at work, he often called Pablo into his trailer office, pushed him over the drafting table, yanked his pants down and fucked him.

But now he was forced to watch Zack kneel behind him and drive his thick black shaft deep in his ass.   As Pablo flinched and groaned, Randy’s steely resolve began to crumble.   It was agony watching his son on all fours being topped by one of the other construction bosses, a man as strong and dominant as himself.

Randy braced himself for what, by now, he knew was inevitable.  He watched in agony as Mark pulled out of Bob’s mouth, pulled him up on his feet and kissed him ... passionately.  When he released him at last Bob he fell on his hands and knees.   Mark stroked his rock-hard cock for all to see then knelt, pressed his hands round Bob’s hips and drove his cock deep in his ass.

It was the look of ecstasy on Bob’s face that did it.  Randy had steeled himself so far, but now his determination collapsed.   He had to help his brother, his son and his lover, and there was only one way.  

“NO,” he howled, his body writhing as he strained to get free.  “OK, you win, I give up.  Do anything to me ... whip me, fuck me ... but let them go.  You want me to beg?  OK, I’m begging you, man.  Please, I submit ... I beg you ...”

It was Zack who reacted first.  As he fucked Pablo he looked over his shoulder and shouted, “OK, Darius, you heard what the man said.  You’re on, stud.”

Darius milked his walk-on part.  He strutted from the crowd, stood by the suffering gypsy and pulled out his massive ten-inch black cock.  The crowd gasped (over-dramatically) as he spat on it, then stood behind the broken captive.  “You asked for it, dude, they all heard you. So here it is – ten inches of good prime beef.”

He plunged the huge rod in his ass and the naked gypsy howled, his magnificent body flexing hard to withstand the assault on his ass.  As the other three men saw Randy’s cock jolt and rear up hard as steel, they fucked harder.  Randy howled, “No, let them go. I’m beaten, I submit.”

Mark shouted, “Show us man.  You can end it, you can free them.  Shoot ...”

The crowd took up the chant.  “Shoot – shoot – shoot – shoot ...”.  All eyes were on the pornographic fantasy of the tortured gypsy, his upstretched naked body writhing in pain, agonized face thrashing from side to side, shaggy black hair whipping across his face as he howled in defeat ... “Aaaagh!!”   

A stream of semen blasted from the prisoner’s cock and shot across the grass, then another and another as Darius pumped jizz in the fiery depths of his ass, and the three topmen on the ground unloaded deep inside their wiling victims.

There were multiple orgasms in the crowd too as the men rose to their feet in a deafening standing ovation.   Mark, Zack and Jason stood up, pulled their men to their feet and stood in a lineup, hands linked, facing their audience.  Like actors at a curtain call, they raised each other’s arms high in a triumphant gesture and bowed low to acknowledge the admiring cheers. 

Then Mark and Bob broke away, went up to Randy and kissed him.  They unbuckled his restraints and his arms fell limply to his sides.  Standing on either side of him they grabbed his wrists and Mark shouted.  “Gentlemen, I give you ... the master.”

They pulled his arms up high, like a triumphant fighter, as the elated crowd chanted “Randy – Randy – Randy ...”

There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that the magnificent, charismatic gypsy was the star of the show – and undisputed master of the tribe.

<><>    The Hero    <><>

While the crowd milled around before dispersing, Mario had a quick word with Eddie, who had expertly and unobtrusively caught all the action on camera.   Then he held up his hands and shouted, “Signori e ragazzi, two quick announcements.  Dinner will be a little later than usual as our chefs have been here watching this spectacle.  We could not allow them to miss that.  But the bar is open and very soon we will be bringing out pre-dinner appetizers for you all.

“Also, a splendid piece of news.  You may have noticed Eddie discreetly circling around filming all the action here.  He has told me he can edit his video and have it ready for screening later this evening in our home theater downstairs.  So if you feel so inclined after dinner, please join us to watch a repeat of the drama, and be sure to bring your drinks with you.”

To more applause, Mario sat back down with Grady and Brian.  Brian asked, “Do you think they’re all OK, sir?  No bones broken?”

Mario chuckled.  “No, bambino, no bones broken, just a few sore asses, and I mean that literally, not in the sense of bruised egos.   Everyone’s ego is stronger than ever after a sexual extravaganza like that and all the cheering.  Now let’s go back and see if there’s anything we can do to help in the kitchen.”

Everyone straggled back to the pool area where the principal actors – Bob Randy and Mark, Zack and Jason – sat at a table together, just to ensure that there were no hard feelings. The young chef Will came up wheeling a drinks trolley and took their orders.  He said to Randy, “And for you, sir, I thought you might need this.”

From the lower shelf of the trolley Will pulled a bottle of Randy’s favorite Johnny Walker Blue Label Scotch.  Randy ruffled Will’s shock of red hair.  “Red, you sure know how to take care of a guy who’s been in the wars ... which is more than I can say for some other guys,” he grinned.

“Sir, if I may say so, you were wonderful, a pornographic fantasy.  You’re my hero.”

“That goes for us too, Will.” That was the voice of Uncle Mike who had been passing with his boy Larry.  Mike smiled at Randy.  “Stand up boy and let me shake you by the hand.”

Randy got to his feet and Mike shook his hand warmly, and held onto it.  “Dammit, boy, I have never seen anything that hot – a man tied up naked and mind-fucked to submission, forced to watch his own guys get face-fucked and butt-fucked.  Yet the captive is so damn gorgeous straining in bondage, that he is still the star, still the master of the tribe. You heard those cheers.  Those guys idolize you Randy, more than ever, and so do I, man.  Like Will said, you’re a hero.”

“And while I’m at it, kudos to you other guys too for staging such a spectacle.  You should take your act on the road ... bring it out to my bar in the desert and we’ll sell tickets.  The show would run for ever, make a fortune.  But you know, all that action is a bit rich for my blood, and Larry and I are looking for a quiet oasis where we can ease back into the real world.”

“Er, Mike,” Bob said, “if it’s tranquility you want, I think you’ll find what you’re looking for over there.”  He jerked his head toward Ranger Pete and his boy Brandon talking quietly at a table across the lawn.

“You are absolutely right, Bob.  One of my favorite couples.  Come on Larry, and thanks again, guys.  Make friends, play nice, you hear?”

<><>    Plans For Ranger Pete and Brandon    <><>

Mike and Larry went to the bar to get a bottle of wine and four glasses, then wended their way over to the handsome Ranger and his boy, who looked up with warm smiles.  “Room for two more?” Mike grinned.  “We come bearing gifts.”

“So I see,” Pete chuckled, “just what we needed. You two would be welcomed with or without gifts.”  Larry pulled up two chairs, they sat down and Mike uncorked the wine and poured. 

“So,” Pete said, “you guys look like you need a soft landing after that stormy sex.”

“Right in one, Pete, and we figured you’d be the safest port in any storm.  What is it about you guys?  However turbulent things get there always seems to be a cloudless patch of blue sky over you two as you sit quietly together.  What’s your secret?”

Pete chuckled.  “No secret, Mike.  It’s called love.  Brandon and me, we fit so well together we’re all we need.  ’Course, it’s always fun to watch the other guys play their oversexed games, and we love to watch from the sidelines, not unlike Grady and Ben over there, the town gossips.

“Except we don’t even gossip much,” Brandon added.  We always know what each other is thinking.  Actually, Pete and I were saying the same about you two, Uncle Mike.  You always seem to be slightly detached from the crowd.”

“And I’ll tell you why that is, Brandon.  See, we are part of the tribe, Randy and Bob have always made that clear, but we don’t live with you all, we live a hundred miles away in the desert.  Palm Springs is our life – my leather/biker bar and Larry’s bike repair business keep us busy.   Other than that we live a quiet life together and that’s the way we like it.”

“Sounds idyllic,” Pete said.  “After all the excitement here there must be a part of you that’s longing to get back.”

“In some ways, Pete, although this time I’m gonna be facing a mountain of paperwork. I’ve let my accounts pile up and I’m dreading the through of sorting the mess out.”

“Sooner you than me,” Pete laughed.  “But as a matter of fact I’m gonna be out in your neck of the woods early next week.”

“Really?  How come?”

“Well, you know we Rangers are playing a big part in the latest water conservation effort in the worsening California drought.  In the forest and parks here we use gallons of water and we’re always looking for ways to conserve. 

“But there is one national park that uses no water, ‘cos there isn’t any – Joshua Tree National Park out in the desert near Palm Springs.  There’s gonna be a big meeting of Ranger chiefs from all over Southern California to discuss the drought and learn the methods of the Joshua Tree guys, stuff we can adopt in our own parks and forests.  It’s a two-day convention and it’ll be pretty intense.”

“Hey,” Larry beamed, “if you have time afterwards drop in and see us, Pete.  Our place is less than an hour from Joshua tree.”

“That’s a thought, Larry.  Thanks.”

Brandon was frowning.  “Uncle Mike, the accounts that you say are such a mess.  What kind of system do you use?”

“System?” Mike grinned, “That’s a laugh.  My system consists of two overstuffed file drawers, one marked ‘Payables’ where I throw all the bills, the other labeled ‘Receivables’ where I’ve got lists of guys who owe me money. 

“And ...?”  Brandon asked.

“And nothing, dude, that’s it.  And when I get back I gotta lock myself in my bar’s little back office, bite the bullet and try to sort the mess out.”

Brandon smiled.  “Sounds a bit like when Bob and I first organized the construction company business office.  It was a mess back then too.  The secret is to create a good computer system and stick to it.  The construction company is really big now, but your business is just the bar with a small payroll.  It can’t be that complicated.”

“Who would know?” Mike laughed.  “I sure don’t.  It all looks hellishly complicated to me.  And when tax time roll’s around, all bets are off.”

“Do you have any help?”

Larry laughed.  “Don’t look at me, dude.  As a bookkeeper I make a damn good mechanic.  I’d be clueless.  It would take a genius to sort that mess out.”

“Brandon’s a genius,” Pete said quietly.  Mike smiled seeing the proud look on Pete’s face.

Larry’s eyes sparkled.  “Let’s see here, folks.  Pete’s going to Joshua Tree ... his boy’s an accounting genius.  Do I hear an invitation coming on, Mike?”

“Larry, I wouldn’t wish that mess on anyone, least of all a guy I love, like Brandon here.”

Brandon beamed, “I wouldn’t mind it, Uncle Mike.  I love sorting out accounting messes like that.  I’d have to check with Bob, but we could even do your accounts on a continuing basis.  As for federal and state taxes, now there you’re looking at a real genius – Bob.”

Pete said, “Mike, if I might make a suggestion here.  I didn’t like the thought of leaving Brandon on his own, so what if I brought him out there with me?  While I’m out at Joshua tree Brandon could work on your stuff.  And if you could find room for us in your house, I wouldn’t have to stay in a dreary hotel.

“A hotel?” Mike barked.  “A good buddy of mine staying in a hotel in the desert?  I wouldn’t hear of it.  You two would be honored guests in our home, for as long as you like.  There’s that little bungalow in our grounds, we call it our dream cottage, that’s perfect for lovers.  It’ll have your two names on it, with linked hearts.”

“But first,” Pete said, “we have to run all this by Bob, see if he can give Brandon the time off.”

Mike called out to Bob and Randy who were sitting by the pool making love with their eyes after all the recent dramatic tenson.  They came over and joined them, Randy brandishing his special bottle of Scotch.  “Johnny Walker Blue Label anyone?” he asked.  Don’t worry, there’s more where this came from.  Young Will always brings a stash with him.

Pete related to them the gist of the conversation they had been having and Randy’s face clouded over.  “Dammit, Bob, how did we let this happen?  Mike is in trouble and we didn’t even know about it.”

Mike grinned, “I’m not in trouble, exactly, Randy, though I soon will be.”

“Not if we have anything to do with it,” Bob said.  “Randy’s right, Mike, we should have thought of this sooner.  You’re drowning in your accounts, something you’re not good at ...”

“... you can say total idiot, Bob ...” Mike smiled.

“... and here we have a whole team of guys who are pretty much experts.  Brandon, of course you must go out there with Pete and spend as long as you need staying at Mike’s. He’ll have to physically sort out all that paper, Mike, but once he’s digitized it all and set up a computer system, we can manage your bookkeeping and taxes remotely from then on.  You’ll never have to worry about that stuff again, leaving you free to run that sexy bar of yours.”

Mike teared up.  “Guys, I’m so damn in love with your all.  Larry and I couldn’t have better buddies than you.  Randy, my boy, you proved today what a sexy fucking stud you are, a leader of men, worshipped by every one of the men and boys.  And Bob, you are the perfect match for him – he’s the muscle, you’re the mind, a beautiful mind with a drop-dead gorgeous body to go with it.  Damn I get a boner just sitting here with you both.

“And Larry, we are gonna have the enormous pleasure of hosting that other perfect couple in our home, the handsome stud Ranger and his beautiful boy Brandon.  I tell you, kiddo, life don’t get much better than this.”

Just them Danny emerged from the kitchen and announced, “Gentlemen, sorry for the delay in dinner, but the chefs and I were busy jacking off at the sexual extravaganza.  But I’m happy to say that dinner is about to be served.”

As always, Randy’s voice boomed above the applause. “Bring it on dude ... I’m fucking starved.”

<><>    Bob & Randy ‘Get Happy’    <><>

After dinner they all trooped down to the home theater where Eddie, with his usual overdramatic flair, presented his erotic video, letting the crowd re-live the pornographic highpoint of the party.  When it was over, the fully aroused crowd dispersed to sexual re-plays of their own, in the comfort of their beds.

In the main guestroom, Bob and Randy undressed slowly, their eyes fixed on each other.  Bob said, “So Randy, am I about to get payback for the payback you got earlier?”

“Nah, kiddo.  That payback for payback shit can go on forever, like a hall of mirrors.  You and me have gone through all that and come out the other side.”

Bob smiled. “Reminds me of that ‘Get Happy’ song – ‘We crossed the river, washed our sins away on the tide ... it’s all so peaceful on the other side ....”

Randy laughed, “Enough with the Judy songs, asshole.  Now come to bed and let me make peaceful love to you for a long, long time.”

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TO BE CONTINUED IN “A Trial Of Strength – Book 13: Chapter 38