Trial Of Strength (Book 13)

"THE TORMENT OF SEXUAL DENIAL"

Handsome gym-sculpted architect Lloyd lusts for the dominant Arab Marine, Hassan. Lloyd is desperate to jerk off watching the shirtless soldier at work – but his hands are tied. Worse, Hassan’s boy Eddie works on Lloyd’s cock bringing him repeatedly to the edge of climax. In a torment of denied orgasm, the desperate jock begs the soldier for sexual release. But Hassan has other ideas. 

<><>    Sexual Innuendos    <><>

The sexy Arab Marine Hassan and his boy Eddie were spending a couple of days' vacation at the house of the therapist Doctor Steve and his lover, architect Lloyd.  And it was becoming quite an event.

They lived with their houseboy and ex-gymnast Tommy, who had flirted with the Marine by flaunting his stunning gymnast ass.  Hassan had shown him what happens when a Marine “gets his man”.  He dominated the young jock sexually, making him crawl and beg to get fucked by the big Arab cock.

Then Hassan turned his attention to Lloyd, a handsome stud obsessed with handsome, muscular men.  As the shirtless Hassan worked hard in the garden outside the small guesthouse where he and Eddie were staying, Lloyd watched and drooled.  Lost in a sexual fantasy Lloyd stroked his cock, imagining himself bound, at the soldier’s mercy, an image that brought his cock to a cum-spurting climax

Hassan smiled, “Quite the fantasy, eh, Lloyd?  But that comes later.  For now, I’m just gonna let you stare and drool, and wonder what the soldier’s gonna do to you.  Come on, Eddie, let’s clean up and go up to the house for dinner – we’ll use the outdoor shower right here. 

Lloyd stared at the naked Marine, water pouring over his muscled physique.  In a daze he walked back up the narrow path to the main house, still fantasizing about what the soldier had in store for him.

It didn’t take long for Hassan and his boy to shower, despite Eddie’s frequent kisses and groping of the man he idolized.  They dried each other off, dressed casually in shorts and T-shirts then walked up the gravel path to the opulent main house.

Doc Steve, despite his sophisticated professional appearance, had the same chiseled looks and muscular body of his gypsy brother Randy.  He was sitting at the table under the awning by the pool and smiled broadly when Hassan and Eddie appeared.  “Hey, guys.  You done with your gardening?  Lloyd told me all about it ... drool running down his chin as he described the shirtless musclehunk Marine doing hard labor.”

“Your lover is quite a guy, Steve, with that gym-chiseled body and his lust for hot-looking men.   I told him I would eventually I’d give him something special to look at, if that’s OK with you, doc.”

Steve laughed.  “Judging by the dazed look on his face when he got back from visiting you I’d say Lloyd is longing for more. And my guess is you know just what he needs, especially after your treatment of Tommy.  Here, take a seat.  Tommy and Danny will be right out with dinner.  Since the two lovers patched up their quarrel they’re tighter than ever together.”

They were joined by Lloyd who had at last changed out of his business suit and into boardshorts and a white T-shirt that accentuated his ‘gym-chiseled’ body, as Hassan put it.  Hassan smiled at Eddie, knowing that Lloyd’s new look would give his boy a hardon.  He wasn’t the only one.

“Looking good, Lloyd,” Hassan grinned.  “You say you like to jack off looking at musclehunks at the gym, I’m surprised you don’t do it looking at yourself in the mirror, like Jason does.  Or am I getting too personal?.”

Steve answered for him.  “Lloyd doesn’t mind getting personal and sharing his sexual cravings.”

“It’s true,” Lloyd said candidly.  “But the thing about looking at other guys is the sense of never knowing what they’re gonna do, or flex, next.  When you’re going solo in front of a mirror there’s no element of surprise or anticipation.  ‘Course, it’s not easy to beat your meat at a gym, skulking behind a screen or half-open door.  What I like best is standing right out there in the open staring at a muscle-god as he exercises or works.”

“Ah,” said Hassan – a terse response that hung in the air and said all that need to be said.  It was as if a decision had been made, and Eddie guessed what that was, as Hassan slipped him another sideways grin.

Just then Danny and Tommy wheeled out the food cart with dinner on it.  They laid out the plates, poured the wine, then joined them, sitting close together at the table.

Steve raised his glass and proposed a toast – “To us all ...”

Lloyd laughed. “And to gym-jocks. jack-offs, muscles and mirrors”

Steve laughed, “Lloyd, those lurid sex fantasies never stop racing through that dirt-track mind of yours, do they?”

Hassan’s swarthy features broke into a roguish smile.  “Kind of appropriate that the path down to our guesthouse is a dirt track, eh, Lloyd?”

Everyone glanced at Lloyd, knowing that his dick had just got hard in his shorts.

More toasts were proposed at the lively dinner and, whatever the topic, there seemed to a sexual edge, real or imagined. 

Lloyd was sporting a boner just being in the presence of such sexy men – especially the macho Marine – so he felt rather deflated (and so did his cock) when Hassan finally said, “Well, guys, time for me to drag away my boy.  Don’t want his mind to get sullied by all these sexual innuendos. He’s just an innocent kid.”

Amid much laughter Eddie grinned, “That about a boy who spent much of his innocent youth on his knees in the back room of a leather bar. And it was all downhill from there.”

“Yeah, till you got a taste of military discipline, kid.  And now we gotta get going down that dirt track to our house.”

“Listen, guys,” Steve said, “you don’t have to do gardening down there.  I appreciate the gesture but you’re supposed to be on vacation.”

“Ah, we enjoy it, doc – good exercise.  And anyway, it’s not all about gardening, eh Lloyd?”  (His cock stiffened again.) “Tommy, Danny, thanks for a great meal.  You need help clearing away?”

“No thanks, Captain.” Tommy put his arm round Danny.  “You find relaxation in gardening, as we do in loading the dishwasher ... then bed, of course.”

The soldier gave them a snappy salute, grabbed Eddie’s arm and led him to the downhill path.

“Well, Lloyd,” Steve grinned, “looks like you’re stuck with me again, buddy.”

“No one I’d rather get stuck with, Doc – more gorgeous than any of those gym jocks.  Sure it’s nice to ogle hot guys and play the field, but it’s even nicer to come home and find an even hotter one in my bed.”

<><>    Love, More Than Lust    <><>

When the Marine and his boy got down to the guesthouse Hassan stopped and looked around.  “Hmm, yeah.  Just a bit more work to do out here tomorrow.  That plot over there ain’t seen a gardener in years, the earth is as hard as a rock.  I’ll have to take a pickaxe to it.  As for you, young man, that grass needs cutting, it’s like a jungle.

“And, er, what about ...?”

“I know, I know, what about Lloyd?  Don’t worry, he’ll come down here soon enough to ‘check up’ on our progress, or some lame excuse like that, but we know what he’ll be looking for.”

“A certain Arab soldier, sir, preferably bare chested.  And I’ll be here to film the whole thing.”

“Not the whole thing, kid.  I got plans for you too.  But that’s enough about tomorrow.  Let’s go to bed.  All this action talk has given me a boner.”

They went into the small bedroom and Eddie watched the Marine strip naked, one of his favorite sights.  Hassan lay on his back on the bed and linked his hands behind his head.  He nodded down to his cock that stood up rigid as a flagpole.

“Think you can handle that, kid?”

“Aye-aye, sir.  Just watch me ...”

Eddie went to town on his man’s cock as he had done so many times in the past.  He wrapped his mouth round it and swallowed the entire shaft down his throat without gagging once.  He knew he could bring a man to orgasm with just one squeeze of his throat, but that would have been too easy and too quick for both of them. 

So he practiced his art of erotic frustration, alternately teasing the cock to the edge of climax, then backing off, pausing and starting again.  His skill was rewarded by gasps and groans of pleasure from the soldier.  Still with his hands behind his head, he looked down and watched his boy’s tousled head moving up and down.

Hassan enjoyed the mix of anticipation and sexual frustration, but the soldier was used to being in command and there came a point where he needed to be active rather than a passive recipient of Eddie’s skill.  So he abruptly grabbed the boy’s hair and yanked his face off his cock.  “Dam you’re good at, whatever they call that.”

“It’s called edging, sir,”

“Whatever.  But I’m a Marine captain, the guy in charge, so get on your back, boy.”  He flipped Eddie over, knelt between his legs, and his slanted brown eyes looked down at him.  “You know what comes next, kid.  But I just wanna say something I don’t often tell you.  I love you, Eddie, you’re my boy, the best kid a man could have.  You’re just right for me. 

“And I’m damn proud of you too.  When I met you, you were a houseboy, cleaning rooms at the tribe’s compound.  Photography was a hobby, and look where you are now.  You turned that hobby into a career and you’re a respected cameraman at Warner Brothers, working on a major motion picture.  And better than all that ... I get to fuck your cute ass.  You ready?”

With tears in his eyes Eddie said, “Yes, sir.  Please, sir.  I’m so proud to be your boy.”

The soldier’s wet cock slid easily into the boy’s eager ass and Eddie sighed, gazing up at the chiseled Arab features of the man who had just entered him.  It was one of the tenderest fucks Hassan had ever given Eddie, an expression of love more than lust as he smiled down at his trusting, loyal, playful boy.

Tears now ran down Eddie’s cheeks and he moaned, “I love you so much, sir.  Feeling your dick in my ass makes me feel ... alive, complete.”

“Let me see you stroke your cock as I fuck you, kiddo.  I wanna see you shoot jizz all over yourself while I cum in your sweet ass.”

Eddie obeyed and jerked his cock slowly to avoid cumming too soon, as he was so close.  He got lost in the rhythmic feel of his master’s rod easing in and out of him, lost in the exotic face smiling down at him – the swarthy Arab features, dark brown eyes, square, stubbled jaw, high cheekbones and black hair falling over his brow.

When the soldier leaned down and kissed him, he knew he had to cum.  Hassan pulled back and smiled, “OK, kid, now.  Do it now for me.”

Eddie panted hard, his cock shuddered in his hand and spurted creamy white juice that splashed on his abs and chest, and up to his face.  “Damn, that’s hot,” Hassan moaned as his own cock erupted deep in his boy’s ass. 

They smiled at each other as they caught their breath.  Hassan kissed his boy again, then pulled gently out, rolled down on his back and pulled Eddie into his arms.  “That was so good, kiddo, and I love the idea of sleeping with you like this all night.”

“Me too, sir.  I think I died and went to heaven.”

“Well you better come back to life in the morning, kid, ‘cos we’re gonna have a whole lotta fun with Lloyd.  Me and you as a team.”

“I can’t wait, sir,” Eddie said drowsily and his eyes flickered closed.

<><>    Men At Work    <><>

Next morning, when Hassan stirred he reached across the bed, but Eddie wasn’t there.  Then he became aware of the clink of plates and the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen.  He smiled, knowing that Eddie was making breakfast for him.  At their duplex home he often did this while Hassan waited in bed, anticipating the appearance of that face with the cheeky smile coming proudly through the door with the breakfast tray.  God, he loved that kid.

And there it was, that face and the proud grin.  “Breakfast is served sir,” he said, putting the tray on the bed and sliding in beside Hassan.  “Sir, you would not believe how Tommy has loaded the fridge with everything we could possibly want for breakfast.  He sure knows how to take care houseguests.”

“That’s his natural kindness, coupled with the skills he learned working at that hotel.  When he manages the Grady House parties he displays the same gifts.  OK, better dig in, kiddo, ‘cos we got a lot of digging to do outside.  I told you we’re a team kiddo. And soon we’re gonna prove that to our tame architect Lloyd.”

“You sure he’ll come down here, sir?”

“Dude, he’s probably up there by the pool now glancing down here waiting for the gardeners to start work.”

“And you know what you’re gonna do to him, don’t you, sir?” Eddie grinned.

“What we’re gonna do, kid.  Like I said – teamwork.”

Eddie had to be satisfied with that, and they ate quickly, both of them eager to ‘get the show on the road’.  And they dressed the part.  “Same gear as yesterday, kiddo.  You don’t think gardeners start each day with a clean set of clothes, do you?”

So, after they had cleared away breakfast, Hassan put on his military fatigue pants and combat boots and pulled a dirt-stained khaki tank over his muscled torso. Eddie could not compete with that, so he dressed in his usual cargo shorts, sneakers and a sleeveless white T-shirt.”

“Good enough to eat,” Hassan grinned.

“Or get eaten by, sir,” Eddie grinned.  “We got time for a quick one.”

“Down, tiger.  We gotta save our strength and sperm for a certain horny architect.  Come on, let’s grab our tools.

A few minutes later they were at work.  Hassan was digging the rest of the hard-packed earth, ready to switch to a pickaxe when he got to the rock-hard stuff.  Eddie was on his knees (where else?) with the shears, tackling the overgrown grass not far from Hassan.

Hassan must have been right about Lloyd watching from up at the house, because they hadn’t been working for long when they heard, “Hi, guys, how’s it going?”

They paused and looked up at Lloyd standing on the gravel slope.  He was no slouch in the looks department either, simply dressed in blue jeans and a short-sleeve white shirt, hanging loose and unbuttoned halfway down to display his gym-honed pecs.

Hassan pulled off his sweaty tank, wiped the sweat from his face and grinned at Lloyd.  “You here as the lord and master come to check on the serfs, make sure they’re working hard?  Surprised you’re not carrying a whip to lash us when we slack off.”

The image of a shirtless Arab soldier getting horsewhipped jolted Lloyd’s cock in the jeans.  He smiled, “No whip, guys.  You know what I like.  I just wanna stand here and watch.  I don’t want to interrupt your work.”

He concentrated on the shirtless Marine, his magnificent body straining and flexing as he dug the earth over.  He paid little attention to the boy, circling unobtrusively with his camera, and didn’t notice that Eddie was getting more shots of the drooling architect than of the soldier.  Eddie had an idea where all of this was leading.

Inevitably Lloyd stroked his bulge, then unzipped his jeans, pulled out his cock and stroked it.  That’s when Hassan noticed.  With an irritated grunt, he dug the spade in the earth and confronted Lloyd. “Dude, I don’t mind you watching in the background, but a guy beating his meat is a real distraction to hard-working gardeners.  So no touching, OK?”

“I, er, I gotta stroke my cock watching a hunk like you.  How else am I gonna bust a load.  It’s part of the deal.”

“It’s not part of my deal,” Hassan growled, “and I’m the one calling the shots ... always.  Fuck it, only one way to take care of this.”   He strode over to Lloyd, clamped his hand round the back of his head and pulled his face forward into a hard, grinding kiss. 

It lasted so long Lloyd thought he would suffocate, but at last Hassan pulled back and locked eyes with him.  “Now get this, man.  You are a major stud, with that handsome face and a body that won’t quit, but that means nothing to me.  Like I said, I’m in charge here, so here’s my deal.  You either do what I tell you, or you get the hell out of here and let us work.  What’s it to be?”

“I, I want to stay, sir.  I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Right.”  Hassan grabbed the front of Lloyd’s shirt and pull him forward toward the front of the house, tearing the shirt in the process.  Lloyd’s cock was rock hard as he was manhandled by the soldier and forced to stand directly under the eaves of the roof.  Hassan went onto the porch and came back with a length of rope (which Eddie guessed he had deliberately put there).

He came round and faced Lloyd.  “This is the only way to stop you jacking off, dude.”  He pulled Lloyd’s wrists in front of him and tied them together.  Above him, a hook was attached to the roof eaves and Hassan flung the long rope over it.  He caught the other end and pulled on it, forcing Lloyd’s arms to stretch straight upward.  He tied the rope to his bound wrists so Lloyd was immobilized, body stretched, his torn short hanging over his muscled chest.

Now you’re my captive, Lloyd, the prisoner of a Marine, and there’s no way any Marine would allow his prisoner to jerk off in front of him and spill his jizz at his feet.  That would be a gross sign of disrespect.  You’re lucky I don’t resort to that whip I mentioned.”

Hassan stepped back and looked his captive over, then turned to Eddie.  “Hey, kid, you wanna get a shot of this muscle-jock, tied up at the soldier’s mercy?”

“You bet, sir.”  Eddie’s own cock was hard as a rod as he watched the Arab soldier discipline the architect in the torn shirt.  He got shots from several angles until Hassan said, “OK, that’s enough, we’ve wasted enough time already.  Back to work, kid.”

“Aye-aye, captain.”  Eddie put down his camera, knelt down and resumed grass-cutting, while Hassan continued digging.  They both ignored Lloyd, whose craving for the shirtless soldier was tempered by frustration of not being able to even touch his cock, let alone jack off.

His frustrated lust redoubled when Hassan reached the rock-hard patch of impacted earth.  He threw down the spade, picked up the pickaxe and began to swing it powerfully. 

Lloyd stared in disbelief at the Arab’s magnificent olive-skinned body flexing hard, shoulders and biceps straining with the effort, chest and abs bulging, his tight waist cinched by the belt of his military fatigue pants, heavy combat boots firmly planted in the hard earth. Sweat ran down his dark chiseled face, streamed down his pecs and abs and soaked the bulge in his pants.

Lloyd was in a frenzy of desire.  He was desperate to touch the half-naked soldier, to lick his flesh, lick the sweat from his face and his hard muscles.  Above all, he wanted to touch his own cock, pound it in his fist, shoot load after load at the soldier’s feet as an act of extreme body worship.  By now he was sobbing with desire and he moaned, “Please, sir ... let me touch my cock, I wanna cum so bad.  You’re so fucking hot, I gotta cum, sir.”

At last Hassan responded.  He leaned on his axe and said, “Will you shut the fuck up, dude?  I told you the rules, and they do not include beating your meat.”

“Please, sir.  Have mercy on me ...”

Hassan turned to the enthralled Eddie, still kneeling in the long grass.  “Hey, kiddo.  Time for a little teamwork. Remember that thing you did last night, with my cock?  What’d you call it?”

“Edging, sir?  Sure, I get where you’re going with this, sir.”

“Yeah, I wanna show some mercy to my prisoner ... but not too much ... and definitely no orgasm.  Think you can handle that?”

“Sir, you know that’s one of my special skills.  Happy to help out.  But no climax, you say.”

“Absolutely not.  I still got work to do here, so I’ll leave him to your tender mercies.  And when I say mercy, just a glimpse of it, lots of glimpses in fact, but each time ... well you know the drill, kid, better than anyone.”

<><>    Exquisite Torture    <><>

Hassan went back to work under the bound man’s lustful gaze.  Lloyd’s torment continued – and then got a whole lot worse.  He didn’t know what Hassan had in mind for his boy, but he soon found out.

Eddie didn’t even get up off his knees.  He put down his shears and shuffled across to the prisoner.  He reached up, undid the top button of his jeans and pulled them down round his thighs.  “Just so I get a clear shot, Lloyd,” he explained cheekily.

Suddenly Lloyd’s dick jolted as he felt a tongue lick his balls, then felt them sucked into a hot mouth.  He tore his eyes away from the soldier and looked down at Eddie.  “Fuck, Eddie, that feels good.  But it’s the cock I need.”

Eddie spat out the balls.  “Oh, you mean like this?”  He licked up the rigid shaft, from the wiry pubes, then slowly all the way up the shaft to the straining head.  He poked out his tongue and caught the precum oozing from the tip, then licked the hard sensitive corona of the head. 

“Oh, yeah, that’s it dude.  Now suck it, kid, wrap your mouth round it and ... make me cum.  I gotta cum looking at your soldier.  Do it, boy.  Suck my fucking cock ... make me cum down your throat.  Please ...”

Without breaking his stride with the axe, Hassan glanced over at the scene of the jock struggling in bondage, and his boy Eddie kneeling before him teasing his cock.  He loved hearing the architect pleading with his boy, and knew how much that turned Eddie on.  Hassan was giving his boy the time of his life.

“I said suck it, boy,” Lloyd shouted in frustration.

Eddie looked up at him.  “Dude, I don’t take orders from you.  I have to obey the Marine captain.  I don’t dare disobey him or he’ll tie me up, ream my ass and whip me. Just like he would you.”

Eddie knew the art of the tease and watched Lloyd tug desperately at the ropes binding him.  “He told me I gotta suck your dick, Lloyd, so here goes.”  He opened his mouth wide, clamped it over head and let the throbbing cock slide all the way down his throat.  “Aaahh’ Lloyd gasped, staring at the flexing soldier, and threw his head back.  Eddie clenched his throat muscles round the stiff rod and Lloyd gasped. “That’s it, damn, I’m gonna cum ... I’m gonna cum.”

But of course he didn’t.  Suddenly Eddie’s mouth wasn’t wrapped round his cock.  He had pulled away, right at the edge of his orgasm.

“No, I gotta cum.  I told you to make me cum.”

“Sorry, dude. But like I said, I get my orders from the captain, not from you.  But hey, we can try again if you like.” 

And so, Lloyd’s real torment began.  Eddie opened his mouth again and pushed forward, but his mouth stayed open and Lloyd felt only warm breath on his cock, no hot flesh.  “Close your mouth, boy, bite down on it.  I told you, I gotta shoot my load down your throat.”

“Will you stop giving orders to my boy.”  That was Hassan’s angry voice.  He had finished with the axe and now stood facing him, his arms folded across his muscled chest. 

Lloyd stared at the shirtless Arab soldier and his legs went weak.  “Sir, I just need to cum looking at you.  I need to cum so bad.”

“I know what you damn well need, Lloyd, I’ve known that since I first clapped eyes on you and your cock bulged in your pants.  But I told you I don’t want you shooting your load on the ground, and I sure as hell don’t want you pouring your jizz down my boy’s throat.”  Hassan grinned salaciously.  “Still, I guess there’s no harm in trying again.  Wanna give it a go, kiddo?”

“Aye-aye, sir,” Eddie grinned.  He was having a blast working with Hassan.  Once again he swallowed Lloyd’s cock deep, and once again clenched his throat muscles and pulled back – a move guaranteed to make a man shoot – unless at the last minute the boy stopped, waited, then started again, driving the man crazy with frustrated desire.

Eddie knew Hassan was turned on by the sight of the tortured jock so, as he sucked, he reached up grabbed the torn shirt, and ripped it down so it fell in shreds round his waist.”

“Damn that’s hot,” Hassan grinned at the sight of the muscle-jock bare chested, stretched in bondage, his torn shirt hanging round his waist.  His handsome face was grimacing with frustration and he tugged frantically at the ropes, head thrashing from side to side.”

“Fuck, you are one hell of a gorgeous man, Lloyd.   Enough to make a man spill his load.”  Hassan ripped open his fatigues, pulled out his massive cock and stroked it slowly in his fist.”

The homoerotic sight of a shirtless Marine beating his meat drove Lloyd into a frenzy, coupled with the agony of his cock constantly on the edge of an orgasm that was repeatedly denied.  “Sir,” he begged, “please, we can both cum together.  You jerk off and tell your boy to stop torturing me and make me shoot.”

“Thanks for the suggestion, dude, but I don’t wanna disappoint my boy, I think he’s enjoying himself too much.  I’ll check.  Hey, kid, you ready to put Lloyd out of his misery and let him cum?

“Not yet, sir, I’m having too much fun.  Unless you tell me to.”

“Nah, I get off of watching a hot near-naked jock suffer, begging for release.  See if I can cum.”  Hassan jerked his cock faster, his body tensed and he threw his head back.

“No!” Lloyd howled.  “Please, I beg you, let me cum too.

But Hassan stopped abruptly.  “Nah, didn’t work.  Guess I need more time watching a hard-body gym-jock struggling in bondage, begging and pleading for sexual release.”

In a peak of frustration Lloyd’s torment peaked and he howled like an animal.  Then suddenly, “Hey guys, what’s all the shouting about?”

Hassan looked up the dirt path and beamed, “Hey doc, just the man we need.”

<><>    The Marine Recruits The Doc    <><>

Steve was standing at the bottom of the path surveying the scene, dressed in his office clothes - tan slacks and a white dress shirt.  “So what gives here, Captain?”

“Well, doc, we’re kind of at a stalemate.  The hot jock you see over there wants to jerk off and cum looking at a muscled soldier.  So, we got the soldier alright, a Marine actually, but unfortunately the jock seems to have got himself tied up, so he can’t jack off.

Fortunately we got a boy who happens to be the best cocksucker in the whole state.  Unfortunately, the boy is into edging – sucking cock but stopping just before the guy shoots.  The jock is going crazy, staring at the bare-chested soldier, brought to the edge of orgasm but ... well, you get the picture doc.”

“I do, indeed,” the doc said.  “I’m familiar with edging.  But why am I just the man you need?”

“Ah, yes.  Well, the jock has to bust a load or he’ll go crazy.  But, as you see, he can’t masturbate, ‘cos, he’s a bit tied up right now. And the cocksucker’s no help, in fact he’s making things worse.  So I figure the jock needs something else, like maybe a prod up the ass.  And you just might fill the bill.  Let’s take a look here.”

Hassan unbuttoned the doc’s shirt and pulled it off.  He stood back and stared at Steve’s bare torso, sculpted like a classic statue.  “Shit damn, that’s enough to make anyone cum.  Matter of fact, I think I’ll keep it for myself.”  He pulled Steve close and kissed him. 

“No!” Lloyd yelled again.  “Fuck me, godammit.  Fuck my ass – make me shoot.”

Hassan pulled away and smiled at Steve.  “Just what the soldier ordered.  Only trouble is, you and me doc, two alpha tops?  Dunno who’d fuck who.  OK, so this is what it’s come to. The bound stud over there is begging to cum, and you, doc, are hot enough to make anyone bust a load.  So go for it, man, and put the dude out of his misery while I watch and my boy sucks. 

Steve grinned and walked over to Lloyd who, by now was feeling like a trussed-up piece of meat to be bargained over.  Steve leaned across the kneeling Eddie and kissed Lloyd.  “Looks like the soldier’s been putting you through the wringer, buddy.”

“Fuck me Steve ... please.  I can’t take anymore.  My balls are bursting.” 

“Well, that’s what the captain ordered, so we better do it.”  He went behind Lloyd, spat on his cock and eased it into his lover’s ass, as he did most nights of the week. 

Lloyd stared at the shirtless Marine who was jacking his own cock again, looking hotter than ever.  And the clincher was Eddie, who was now free to do what he did best.  He swallowed the shuddering cock again and this time there were no games, just a great honest-to-god blowjob, an Eddie Special.

Hassan walked close to him.  “OK, Lloyd, I’ll have mercy on you.”  In a trance, Lloyd stared at the brawny Arab soldier jacking his cock harder, muscles bulging.  “Here it comes, stud, at long last, what you’ve been begging for.  Do it now man ... Now ... ”Aaagh.”

The solider blasted jizz all over his boy’s face and Lloyd yelled, “I’m gonna cum ... fuck, I’m gonna ... aaagh ...”  At long last his cock erupted down the boy’s throat, stream after pent-up stream of hot juice, as he heard the doc yell and felt his juice flooding his ass.

It felt like his orgasm lasted forever until at last, he felt drained and slumped, hanging from the ropes.  Steve pulled out of his ass. The elated Eddie pulled his mouth off his cock, and his cum-soaked face grinned up at Hassan.

Hassan reached up and pulled the ropes loose.  Lloyd’s wrists slid free and he slumped against Hassan, arms hanging limp over his shoulders.  “Un-fucking-believable, soldier,” he panted. 

Steve helped Lloyd up the path to the house to recuperate.  Hassan grinned at Eddie.  “You were perfect kiddo, played your part like a pro.  See, I said we make a great team ... in everything.  Now let’s finish up here, clean up, and then I’m gonna take you out for the day.” 

<><>    Four Alphas Together    <><>

A short time later Hassan and Eddie were walking up the path to the house, casually dressed in shorts and sports shirts.  Steve and Lloyd were by the pool drinking coffee.  They smiled broadly and Steve said, “You guys finished gardening?”

“That and a few other things, doc,” Hassan grinned.

“Tell me about it,” Lloyd chuckled.  “Damn, I’ll be jacking off fantasizing about that forever.  And any time you want a rematch, just ask.”

“Dude, a Marine don’t ask, he gives orders.”

“Even better,” Lloyd grinned.

“So what’s next on your vacation agenda, guys?” Steve asked

“We’re gonna get out of your hair for a while, give you some space.  I told Eddie I was gonna take him out for the day for some quality time together, but didn’t say where to.   So here it is kiddo.  I’m gonna drive you all the way along Mulholland and Pacific Coast Highway to Point Dume.  We’ll have lunch at Paradise Cove, then go down to Venice Beach and cruise all the hot guys on the boardwalk there.”

Eddie grinned. “Wow, you have it all worked out, sir, and I love it.  Except, at Venice I think the ‘hot guys’ will be doing the cruising when they see an Arab muscle-god walking toward them.”

“Yeah,” Hassan laughed, “accompanied by a handsome young stud with a sexy grin.  Like I said, we’re a team, kiddo.”

“Sir, I wanna call my pal Brandon.  He should be back home after his trip to Uncle Mike’s in the desert.  But I don’t wanna hog your conversation ....

“... that’s a first,” Hassan laughed.

Eddie pouted.  “As I was about to say, sir, I’ll make my call over there. I’d hate to disturb you guys.”  He stomped over to the other side of the pool, leaving three smiling faces behind him. 

“Hey, Brandon, it’s me, Eddie.  You back home yet?”

“Yeah, how’s it going at the doc’s house?”

“Dude, you will not believe ...”  Hassan winked at Steve and Lloyd, seeing the wide-eyed boy flapping his hands as he gave Brandon a blow-by-blow account of his sexual adventures with Hassan and Lloyd.  His promise of privacy was meaningless as he had left the phone on speaker and the guys heard everything.

“But you don’t have to take my word for it, dude, ‘cos I got all of it on film – except for the bit where I was sucking cock.  Hard to focus a camera and suck dick at the same time.  So what’s the scoop at home, Brandon?”

“A shit load of work, mostly.  You know we’ve taken on all Uncle Mike’s accounting, and now there’s the big new project at doc Chad’s hospital – the Brian House.  I’m gonna have to delegate all the new stuff to my guys, takes a lot of management.”

“Which you love dude, ‘cos you’re so good at it.  You’re as brilliant a manager as I am a cocksucker ... oh, and a cameraman too.”

“Matter of fact, Eddie, I gotta go.  Bob’s called a meeting with me and the office guys to go over stuff with us before he goes down to San Diego.  No time to go into that now, but ask Lloyd, he knows the whole scoop.  Have fun with your soldier, and spare a thought for us working stiffs.”

Eddie went back to the men and asked Lloyd what Brandon had meant by San Diego.

“Yeah, Lloyd,” Steve said, “you’ve been so focused on sex you haven’t said a word about you guys’ work on Chad’s great project.  Still in the planning stages, I suppose.”

“Sure, and there’s a long way to go.  Chad has a fairly detailed idea of what he wants and I’ve drawn up some preliminary blueprints of how it would look.  Of course they are subject to change, depending on Chad’s needs and Randy’s views on construction limitations. 

“Chad told us he’s based his ideas on a place he knows well – Children’s Hospital in San Diego.  Chad is good friends with the chief surgeon there, they compare notes all the time.  Matter of fact, he’s suggested that Bob, Randy and Zack pay them a visit to get the feel of how a pediatric hospital works.”

“Hmm,” Steve mused, “and I imagine another issue is security.  Hospitals are usually fairly open places, but there are different privacy rules when treating juveniles.  As a therapist, when I treat an under-age patient, I have tighter restrictions in preserving his privacy.”

“You’re right, Steve, and Chad emphasized that point.  Children’s Hospital has a security chief, and Chad wants our cop Mark to help with that here.  He’ll probably go down to San Diego with the other three guys and meet the hospital’s security chief.” Lloyd chuckled.  “Wow, picture it. That group of macho studs will turn a few heads when they walk in together.  And if the trip involves an overnight stay, four alphas together, all bets are off.”

There you go again, buddy,” Steve laughed, “can’t keep sexual fantasies out of it for more than five minutes at a time.”

“Yeah,” Hassan grinned, “well me and my boy are gonna leave you to it this time.  We’re gonna get out of the gutter and take the high road – Mulholland Drive to the beach.”

“But we’ll be here when you get back, captain,” Lloyd said.

“All tied up and waiting?” Eddie suggested, with his lop-sided urchin grin.

Hassan clipped him round the head.  “That’s enough out of you, kid.  Come on let’s hit the road before I tie you up and work you over.”

“Is that a promise, sir?”

Hassan stood up and pulled Eddie up by the collar.  “I said ‘out’, boy.”

Eddie saluted.  “Sir, yes sir.” And they walk off to Hassan’s jeep.

Steve chuckled.  “And there goes the most unlikely of couples – a tough Arab Marine and a cheeky kid – and the most loving.  Guys like them make my work worthwhile.

<><>    Clashing Egos?    <><>

As Brandon had told Eddie, he was now sitting with Bob and with his office staff – Vic, Noah, Ryan and Ossie – in a planning meeting.  Bob sat back and let Brandon take the lead.

“OK, guys, we all know the challenges.  In Palm Springs, once I’d sorted out Uncle Mike’s accounts – from a pile of documents crammed in a shoebox – I suggested we would take him on as a client and manage his monthly accounts.

“Vic and Noah, I’m going to put you in charge of that.  It’s not too complicated – the usual stuff, receivables, payables, inventory, and only two employees, the assistant bartender and the barback.  Ryan has digitized it all and I’d like you to get together with him.   Bob, of course, will do Mike’s taxes, but we have to make sure we can give him all the correct figures.

“Then we come to the big new project, the Brian House and we’ll all be involved in that.  Except, I treat payroll as a job in itself. And you’re the payroll expert, Ossie, so I’d like you to manage that payroll as you do for all the other divisions.  Fortunately Randy is simply moving his crew over from government contract work, which is paused for a few months, but there will be some changes and additions.  I’ll work with you separately on that, Ossie.  Any questions, guys?”

Bob sat back and smiled with admiration at the deft way Brandon ran the meeting.  He intervened only when Brandon had answered all their questions.  “Guys, I think Brandon has pretty much said it all.  I just want to emphasize that the extra tasks must not make you work too many hours.  I know how dedicated you all are, but we’ve seen in the past how overwork can have bad effects, eh Brandon?”

They all remembered the time when Brandon’s heavy workload led to depression and even affected his relationship with Ranger Pete.

“As always, I will be available if ever you have any problems.  “You’re a great bunch of guys, I admire you all, and the Brian House is a terrific project, bringing healthcare to young kids. 

“Tomorrow I will be leaving town for a day and a night, when I join Randy, Zack and Mark for a fact-finding trip to Children’s Hospital in San Diego.  Darius and Seth will be in charge of the construction sites, so don’t hesitate to consult them.”  Bob smiled.  “Ryan, it helps that you have,  shall we say, a special closeness with Darius.  Just don’t take the work to bed with you. I’m sure you have better things to do there.”

Ryan blushed as the boys cheered.

When the meeting broke up Bob said to Brandon.  “Now I have to meet with Randy, Zack and Mark to plan tomorrow’s trip.  Not sure whether I’m looking forward to it or not – four macho dominant guys with egos to match.

“You’ll have a blast, sir.  About time you four spent time together, you rarely do.  The hospital cause is great, and there’ll surely be some time to relax together.”

The four men met in Bob’s office in the Boss House he shared with Randy.  Randy said, “I’ve spoken to the construction manager at the hospital who’s eager to help us help Chad in his project.  We’re meeting with him at noon and he’s asked their security chief to join us.  I suggest we all go in my truck, leaving here at about nine-thirty.  Any objections?”

Bob watched anxiously.  He knew Zack and Mark sometimes resented when Randy took charge like this.  As Bob had said to Brandon, four alpha clashing egos always had the potential for conflict.  So he was relieved to see the two men nod in silent agreement.

Bob added, “It’s likely to be a very long day so I’ve booked us in to a two-bedroom suite at the Hilton on the beach.  After all those meetings we’ll need to kick back and relax together. 

“I, er, just wanna say, guys, that this is such a great cause of Chad’s, and I for one am proud to be a part of it.  So let’s keep our eye on the ball – the Brian House – and keep our own egos in check.   We are all opinionated dominant men, but we should be able to combine work with play and have a good time together, eh guys?”

He looked around the table – the rugged gypsy boss, the assertive black musclehunk, and the handsome blond cop.  Bob held his breath.

The silence was broken, by Mark.  “Sure we will, Bob.  We all love and respect each other and we have the same focus.  Being together like this don’t happen often, so let’s make the most of it and have a good time.”

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TO BE CONTINUED IN “A Trial Of Strength – Book 13: Chapter 46