Trial Of Strength (Book 14)

"THE GYPSY BOSS PAYS A HEAVY PRICE" 

Randy has fucked up badly and now faces Uncle Mike, the older man he loves and admires like a father but has injured in a fit of rage. Mike has had enough of his angry tantrums and this time demands a heavy price. The tough gypsy boss of the tribe is forced to perform an act of subservient humiliation. And worse, the degrading ordeal is filmed and watched by all the men of the tribe.

<><>    What A Man!    <><>

While Bob was trying to work at his computer in his home office, his lover and co-leader of the tribe Randy was pacing the floor like a restless panther, clenching and unclenching his fists. Should he go to Uncle Mike and beg his forgiveness or was it too soon?

Bob had given his advice – “wait till the dust has settled” – and was now trying to ignore him.

Yes, the tough gypsy boss had done it again. His rage had replaced common sense, he had injured the much-respected older man Uncle Mike who was visiting from his Palm Springs home.  His visit had coincided with a situating in which Randy’s adopted son Pablo had for some weeks been ignoring and neglecting his own boy, the shy sensitive Tyler.

The men and boys of the tribe were all concerned ... all, that is, except Randy and Pablo.  For Randy, his adopted son Pablo could do no wrong, and Pablo seemed unaware that he was treating Tyler poorly.

Bob had hesitated to confront Randy, knowing his tendency to fly into a rage.  But the tribe’s father figure, Uncle Mike, had no such reluctance.  He went where angels feared to tread – to the construction site to confront Pablo, and was berating him when Randy walked in. 

Nothing enraged the powerful gypsy more than seeing a man give his own boy a tongue lashing, and Randy had lost all control.  He cursed at Mike, shoving him hard, and the older man fell heavily to the ground, on his already injured right leg.

Uncle Mike had been taken to the hospital, where their friend Doctor Chad said there was no serious re-injury to the leg, but he wanted Mike to rest in a wheelchair for a while.  Randy and Pablo had made amends to Tyler by making love to him, exactly what the boy had been missing for so long.

Tyler, who worshipped, Pablo, forgave him totally and peace was restored.

But Mike was a different matter.  He would be no pushover when it came to forgiving the virile, foolhardy gypsy he loved like a son.  It had happened too often – the raging offense, followed by apology and forgiveness – and Randy knew that this time he would be a tough nut to crack. 

Mike was the only man in the world that he called ‘sir’.  He loved Mike as a man loves his father and desperately wanted his love and approval.  But was that even possible this time?  Had he gone too far for forgiveness?  Was their bond irrevocably broken?”

Bob said irritably, “Randy, for god’s sake, it’s impossible for me to concentrate on my work with you pacing around the room like that. You are a very noisy pacer.  Go take a cold shower, or jerk off, anything to take your mind off Mike.”

“Do you think he’s ready to see me?”

Bob looked up from his laptop and sighed deeply.  “Buddy, I’m not sure Mike will ever be ‘ready’ to see you, but I guess now is as good a time as ever.   His boy Larry told me he’s home and resting comfortably in our summerhouse, where he has chosen to stay, as our guestroom was too close to you for comfort. So take a shower, smarten up, and go face the music ... if there is even any music and not stone-cold silence.  God knows you’ve been down this apology road before – too often to count.”

As Randy turned to leave, Bob shook his head and thought, ‘What a man!’.  Then he looked up and watched the broad muscular shoulders disappear through the door.  It gave him a hard-on, and he smiled to himself, ‘What a man!’

Bob stared at the closed door, frowned in thought – and took the plunge.  He picked up the phone and called Mike.

<><>    Tell Me To Butt Out    <><>

“Bob,” came Mike’s cheerful voice.  “I wondered if I would hear from you?’

“I shouldn’t be making this call, Mike but ... call me impulsive.”

Mike chuckled.  “Not you, Bob – that word belongs to that bull-headed friend of yours.”

“You’re sounding perky, Mike.  How are you doing, old timer?”

“Pretty much like an old timer, dude.  Feeling my age.  Nah, I’m fine.  Doc Chad fusses is all.”

“He should – you’ve fallen on your mended leg often enough.”

“Thanks mostly to your friend.”

“His name’s Randy, dude.”

“Yeah, well I haven’t got that far yet.  Maybe never will.”

“Look, Mike, I’ll keep this short.  Like I said, I shouldn’t be calling you, and please don’t tell, er, ‘my friend’ that I did.  In a few minutes he’ll be knocking on your door, and he’s plenty scared.  I know this is between you and him and I should just butt out.  It’s just that I love the big lug, and I know you do too – or used to.

“I ... I guess I’m asking you to go easy on him, Mike.  He’s so scared he’ll lose you.  There, I said I shouldn’t be asking that, so you can tell me to get lost, just as you’ll probably tell Randy.”

Mike chuckled.  Bob, “you’re acting like a good, loyal friend and I respect you for that.  I wish it was you coming to visit and not your friend.”

“But I’m not as challenging, eh, Mike.?  And I know how you love a challenge.”

“He’s a challenge, Bob, that’s for sure.  But sometimes too much of one.  I’m tired of trying to get through to him.  Now get off the phone before I go weak at the knees and forgive him all, yet one more time.  Love you, buddy.”

The phone went dead and Bob smiled to himself.  And one more time he muttered, softly, “What a man!”

<><>    Uncle Mike Confronts Randy, At Last    <><>

Mike and Larry were relaxing in the comfortable summerhouse and Mike said to his boy, “That was Bob.  Randy’s on his way over.”

“Should I leave you two alone?”

“Hell no.  I want you here with us.”

“In case he slugs you again, Mike?”

“No, in case I slug him.  Right now I sure feel like it.  I’m ready for anything.”

Larry pulled out a bottle of Scotch and put out three glasses.  “In case we get that far, sir,” he smiled impishly.”

They waited for the knock and it came – not Randy’s usual heavy thump but a rather timid tap.  And he didn’t just barge in, he waiting to be invited.  Mike nodded to Larry who called out, “Come in.”

The door opened and there stood Randy – not the grungy grinning Randy still wearing his sweaty work clothes (which Mike and Larry always found so sexy) but a freshly scrubbed Randy, in clean jeans and one of Bob’s pure white V-neck T-shirts, his usually shaggy long hair now neatly brushed.  He had obviously made an effort, and the result was not exactly angelic – more like a penitent student hauled up before the headmaster for bad behavior.

To ease the tension Larry said, “Scotch sir?”

“I don’t deserve a drink, Larry.  I don’t deserve anything ...”

Mike looked up sharply and came out all guns blazing.  “Boy, right off the top, let’s cut the usual bull-crap.   This is no time for all that ‘I don’t deserve ... I know I fucked up ... I want to apologize ... to beg you to ... blah, blah, blah’.  Then I give in, pull you into a forgiving hug with a ‘don’t do it again’, and we’re friends again. 

“Well not this time, boy.  This time you crossed the line.  So sit the fuck down, have the drink Larry offered you, keep your mouth shut and listen to me.”

Randy obeyed meekly and Larry filled the glasses.  Mike had bluntly set the aggressive tone of the meeting and displayed the depth of his anger, fiercer than at any time before.  Remaining on his feet Mike took a slug of Scotch, glared down at the chastened gypsy and began the tirade.

“This wasn’t mostly about you shoving me to the ground, boy, though that could have resulted in serious injury to my broken leg that Doc Chad had once brilliantly pinned back together.  If that had happened I might have lost the leg ... you would have crippled me for life.  No, it was worse than that. 

“Like I was telling your boy Pablo back in that warehouse, until I was rudely interrupted, it wasn’t about me, it was about that sweet sensitive kid Tyler who worships Pablo, his man who callously turned his back on him and made him live through weeks of lonely misery.  You know better than anyone that that goes against the first commandment that you yourself decreed – never hurt one of the kids.

“But did you step in to read the riot act to your boy, your adopted son, and teach him right from wrong as any normal man would?   No, for you the sun shines out of Pablo’s fucking ass and blinds you to everything else.  Pablo can do no wrong.

“What I saw was two tough alpha males ignoring the unhappiness of young Tyler, a misery they themselves had caused.  And you know why, you fuckhead?”  Because you are not a normal man.  You’re a fucking Jekyll and Hyde.  And the evil Mr. Hyde destroys the admirable Dr. Jekyll.

Randy, you know I loved you like a son for being exactly the man I always tried to be in my life – tough, a great leader, kind and protective of those weaker than himself.  Then suddenly, evil Mr. Hyde appears in the shape of your irrational rage that swamps all the good you can do and tramples on fragile young kids like poor Tyler.

“Trouble is, boy, we’ve been at this rodeo way too many times before, and my patience is exhausted.  I don’t think I can forgive and forget again.  I used to think the good and bad were the two sides of the same coin.  But Randy, I have tossed that coin away.  Maybe I too thought the sun shone out of your ass, but I’m starting to think the sun don’t shine out of you or even on you.  Frankly I don’t know where we go from here.

He paused.  “OK. That’s my tongue-lashing.  Have you anything to say?”

Totally beaten down Randy said meekly, “I don’t think so, sir.  Everything you say is right.  I’m all the things you said, and you’re the only man who would have the nerve to say that to me.”

“For fear you’d probably punch them out,” Mike scoffed. “I dunno. Maybe I should act like your sponsor would in an alcoholics program, someone you call and say, “Help me, I am ten feet away from the nearest Scotch and this close to falling off the wagon.  Except I don’t think I have the strength anymore to be anyone’s sponsor. Least of all yours.  You’ve let me down so often before.”

They seemed to have reached an impasse and a heavy silence hung in the air.

“Sir, I don’t want to lose you from my life, I love you.  I love Bob, of course, he’s my whole life, my soulmate. But I also need an older man like you, like the father I always craved, to steer me right – a man I could look up to, to call sir and really mean it.  You’re the only man I’ve ever met like that. 

“Sir, all these guys look on me as the big arrogant boss, but is there nothing I can do to show you and everyone else that I can be the opposite, degraded, at my rock bottom? Not to build any bridges, just show you and the tribe that I can be subservient, that I can humble myself before a man – you, sir – like a dutiful son.  Is there anything at all, sir?”

There was a long pause before Mike said, “Hmm, it would have to be pretty extreme.”

A glimmer of hope.  “Anything you want, sir.  As extreme as you want.”

Mike looked at Larry with a faint smile that Larry had seen many times before and recognized ... Mike had a plan.

“Larry, do you still have that video camera young Eddie gave you?”

“Got it right with me, sir.  Eddie told me to never leave home without it.”

“Good, so here’s what we’re gonna do.”

<><>    Randy’s Torment    <><>

Randy flinched when he heard Mike’s orders, but if that’s what it took to regain the older man’s favor, he was ready.  Mike sprawled on the couch, legs man spread, arms stretched along the back of the couch.

Larry, having been taught the basics of video-making by Eddie, trained his camera on the lazing Uncle Mike, then panned to the other side of the room where Randy was standing, a powerful gypsy stud already looking degraded. 

At Mike’s instructions he pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it away.  He bent down, unlaced his work boots and pulled them off.  Next came the jeans that he dropped and stepped out of, followed by his undershorts.  He stood buck naked, a tall swarthy construction worker, head bowed, facing his punishment.  Both Mike and Larry had instant boners in their pants, but Larry kept his camera focused steady on the erotic sight.

Slowly Randy sank to his knees, then flat on his stomach on the carpet.  Slowly he began to crawl, clawing at the carpet, pulling himself across the floor.  Larry took a brief closeup of his tight hard butt that flexed as he crawled. Watching the dominant construction boss humiliate himself was a pornographic fantasy in itself, worthy of instant orgasm, but Larry curbed his lust ... and so did Mike.

When at last Randy came close, he reached forward, grabbed Mike’s legs, pulled himself the last few inches and kissed Mike’s boots. Then he pulled himself up on his elbows, bent his head to the bulge at Mike’s crotch and bit down on the tab of his zipper.  Larry closed in on the dark, craggy face opening the jeans, then fishing inside with his tongue until Mike’s cock sprang up, thick and rigid.

Mike growled, “You want that, boy?”

“Yes please, sir.”

“Who’s your boss?”

“You are, sir.”

“What are you?”

“I’m nothing, sir,” Randy groaned.

“So show me and everyone else.  Let’s see the arrogant naked gypsy stud eat cock.”

Randy licked the bulbous head of the cock, then opened his mouth wide and lowered it over the thick shaft, all the way down until to the head pressed against the back of his throat and made him gag, his face buried in the tangled mass of gray pubic hair.

“OK, boy, feast on your master’s cock ... now!”

Randy obeyed, pulling back up, then down again, deeper each time, choking often.  Larry focused close on the erotic sight of the dark, stubbled face eating cock.  Mike moaned with pleasure, grabbed Randy’s long shaggy black hear and pulled him down and back on his rock-hard dick. 

“It was a picture of total humiliation, of a formerly tough handsome muscular tribe leader brought to the depth of sexual degradation.”  And the excited Larry caught it all on camera for the rest of the tribe to watch later together.  Because that was Uncle Mike’s plan.

And as Mike suspected, tortured as it was, Randy accepted it willingly – the ultimate way of proving to everyone that he, the tribe’s much-admired boss, craved to regain the love and respect of the older, wiser man.

It would be a long movie. The torment seemed to last forever but eventually Uncle Mike called a halt.  “You dickhead ready to drink another man’s juice?  Go for it, big guy, let the whole tribe see their big tough boss, buck naked, choke down hot jizz.

With one last thrust Mike pulled Randy’s face down hard and his cock erupted with semen all the way down the broken man’s throat.  Randy gulped and gagged, his magnificent body heaving, muscles flexing.  Finally Mike pulled the gasping face off his cock, let go of his hair and stared at him with a mix of pity, admiration and pride at a mission accomplished.

A stunned Larry moved in for a final extreme closeup of the chiseled face, tears flowing down his cheeks, cum oozing from his gasping mouth and running down the heavy stubble on his sagging jaw.

Larry turned off the camera and said softly, “And that’s a wrap, sir.”

Mike stared long and hard at Randy who waited anxiously for a verdict.  At last Mike said, “Takes a tough man to submit to all that, boy – a magnificent man like you.  OK, you’re on probation.  Now get your sorry ass back to the man you don’t deserve but who you desperately need right now, more than anyone in the world.

“And Larry, spread the word that we’re gonna give a movie show for them all to watch, one like they’ve never seen before.”

Actually, Larry didn’t need to announce the movie.  As Randy stumbled across the grass, barefoot and bare chested in sagging jeans, his boots and shirt clutched to his chest, several guys saw him and word flashed round the grapevine that something big had happened.

<><>    The Boss Is Back    <><>

Before he even reached the Boss House (whose very name was questionable right now) Bob’s phone rang.  “Hi, Mike, how did it go?”

“He’ll be coming through the door any minute.  I just wanna to tell you that I was rough on him – real rough.  He’s feeling broken and degraded and needs something – someone – to help him restore his masculinity.  I think you’re just the man.”

“Gotcha, Mike.  I know just what to do ... like I’ve done many times before.  Thanks for the heads-up old buddy.”

Mike said, “Then maybe you and I can have a nice long chat about more civilized things.”

“Over afternoon tea, maybe?”

“Perfect,” Mike smiled.  “I look forward to it kiddo.”

As soon as Bob shut off the phone he heard uncertain footsteps on the stairs, and Randy stumbled in. He stood just inside, looking dazed, like a lost boy. Bob stood up from his desk, smiled and held his arms wide.  Randy stumbled forward, fell into them and sobbed on Bob’s shoulder.  Bob pulled him down on the couch, curled his hand round his head and let him sob, patting his head like a parent comforting a crying baby.

When the heaving stopped, he turned tearful eyes to Bob and stammered, “He made me get naked, and crawl across the floor to him.  He made me suck his cock until he pumped a load of jizz down my throat.  The worst of it is, his boy Larry filmed it all and Mike plans to show the whole thing to all the other guys. What are they gonna think of me, their big boss, clawing my way naked on my belly like a broken loser?”

Sounds pretty sexy to me, pornographic, and it’ll turn them on big time – not a dry cock in the house.  ‘Cause it takes a big strong alpha man to perform that act.”

Randy brightened a little. “You think so?  That’s just what Mike said.”

“And then what .... what did he say after that?”

“Said I was on probation.”

“Well, there you are! You keep your nose clean, stay out of trouble and he’ll soon be loving you again like the son he’s always been proud of.” 

Bob chuckled. “You know, you and Mike are so alike, such tough guys, never pulling your punches, going all the way with the grandiose gestures, pounding the other guy into the ground if necessary. That’s why he loves you so much, ‘cos you remind him of himself – till you let yourself down and disappoint him.”

Bob stopped and frowned.  “But what’s just as important, Randy, is how do you feel?  What are you feeling right now?  OK, let me guess, I know you so well.  You’re feeling pathetic, emasculated, beaten, robbed of your masculinity, your power, your dominance, no longer able to take on the world and win.”

“Damn right.”  Randy clenched his fists.  “I wanna go out there and punch out a few tough guys, show them who’s really boss, not that pathetic loser in the video.”

“You wanna cream ass, Randy, find a big tough handsome alpha male and fuck him till he begs for mercy.”

“Damn straight.  I wanna go out there, find the right man and pound his ass.”

“Out there, buddy?”

“Whad’ya mean?”

“Why go out?  Let’s see, you say you need a big tough handsome alpha male to dominate and pound his ass.  What do you think you’re looking at, dude?

Randy grinned and the penny dropped.  “Fuck you, man.”

“That is the general idea.” Bob smiled that dazzling smile that always made Randy hard.

“Dammit, Bob, there you are... you’re always there, loving supportive, forgiving, even when I behave like a total asshole.  Dude, let’s go away, just the two of us.”

“Nah, I don’t wanna go away with a wimp, a man who’s just been humiliated and had his masculinity ripped out of him.  I fuck with winners, not losers like you.  Whatever makes you think I’d give my ass to a man like you?”

“Because I already own your ass, stud.  Always have since the day we met.  You’re the hottest, most beautiful man I know, and I can plough that hot ass whenever I want.  And I want it now man.”

A changed Randy leapt to his fit, grabbed the neck of Bob’s T-shirt and hauled him up off the couch.  His shirt ripped and Randy tore it to shreds like a tiger attacking his fallen prey.  He ran his hands over Bob’s muscular chest and growled, “Oh yeah, I want that.  You’re gonna beg for it, stud.  Get naked ... now!” he barked.

“Quick to obey, Bob kicked off his loafers and dropped his black dress slacks. “Now the shorts, dude.  I ain’t gonna fuck you through the damn shorts.”  With one tug he ripped them off and rubbed them over Bob’s face.  “That gorgeous face, I’m gonna see it wince when I drive my thick shaft in your asshole.  And you’re gonna beg for more, ‘cos I’m the man and I take what I want, right?”

“Right, sir.”

Randy shoved the naked man back on the bed, dropped his own jeans and towered naked over his lover who was quivering in excited anticipation.  “Tell me again what you want stud.”

Bob stared up at the tall, muscular gypsy with long shaggy black hair and penetrating pale blue eyes.  He answered honestly, “Please, sir, I want to feel your massive dick in my ass.  I wanna get fucked by the hottest, most dominant topman I know and love.  Please, sir ...”

Randy grinned, “Yeah, that’s what I thought you said.”

As always there was no foreplay – Randy didn’t waste time on foreplay.  He knelt on the bed, shoved Bob’s legs back and plunged his long dry shaft in his ass.

“Aaagh!!’  Bob threw his head back and he howled, first with pain, quickly followed by the exhilaration that always swept over him when Randy was inside him.  “Fuck me, man, damn I love it when you plunder my ass like that.  You’re all man, stud.  Fuck me hard, I’m begging you.”

“They always beg,” Randy grinned, “but I specially love to hear a gorgeous top like you beg for more.  So here it comes, big guy, just what you always crave.”

At first it was a classic caveman fuck, the dark chiseled face staring down at him, the hypnotic blue eyes boring into Bob’s, taking him to a mystic world that only they knew.”

But Randy knew his mate well, they shared the same feelings and Randy could sense sharp twinges of pain run through him.  He slowed down and smiled.  “I don’t wanna hurt you, buddy. You know I could pin you down, savage you and rip you open as I could any man.  But just knowing I could is enough.  Why would I hurt the man I love best in the world, my beautiful soulmate?  I wanna make love to you, buddy.  I wanna make you love me.”

“I couldn’t love you more than I already do, Randy.”  Bob grinned, “But you could make me try.  You want me to beg you?”

“The time for begging is over, dude.  It’s time for love, pure and simple.”  He bent down and kissed Bob, his cock still gently caressing his warm ass.  “Mmm, you taste so good, you look so good ... I fucking love you, man.”

And so the loving went on, warm and tender, two beautiful alpha males, a swarthy, stubbled gypsy and his opposite, a sculpted, refined businessman who loved him.  They lost track of time in their private world, and all the anguish and recent pain of Randy’s outside world was swept away. 

Their climax was not forced or announced, it just happened naturally. They smiled at each other and stroked each other’s face. Randy kissed his lover and poured warm juice in his ass while Bob spurted semen over his own body, semen that joined them together when Randy dropped gently on top of Bob’s chest and they dozed in each other’s arms.

They didn’t know how much later it was that Bob’s phone rang and he put it on speaker.  It was Larry’s voice, “Sorry to disturb, sir, but all the guys are gathering in the viewing room to watch the movie.  Mike was rather hoping you would both join us.  But I understand if you want to bow out ...”

“Hell no,” said Randy fiercely.  “I don’t wimp out of stuff like that, I’m bigger than that.  Tell Uncle Mike we’ll be there, both of us, front and center.”

They rang off and Bob kissed Randy.  “That’s my guy ... the boss is back.”

<><>    Porn Flick    <><>

A few minutes later Randy had dressed and now stretched out his arms.  “How do I look, buddy?”

That was not a typical question for Randy.  Usually, he never gave a shit how he looked.  At dinner he would even wear his sweaty old tank, straight from work, unless Bob insisted he wear a clean shirt.  The question now showed to Bob that, despite his show of bravado, he was still uneasy at facing the tribe and watching that humiliating video with them.

Actually, he was looking super-macho-sexy in old jeans and a sleeveless denim shirt halfway open over a white tank stretched over his pecs, his biceps bulging in his bare arms.  He was the fantasy image of a rugged gypsy construction boss, submissive to no man.

“How do you look, Randy?  You look like I’ve got a hardon and want you to fuck me, which I do, but we don’t have time.  Come on, let’s face the music.”

The tribe was already gathered in force in the viewing room, even the guys from the Grady House were there.  As Grady had said to his boy Brian, “Don’t wanna miss this one kiddo.  Gotta see it in person – this is gossip fodder for the archives.”

The tribe’s viewing room was not as elaborate as the one at the Grady House, though it had rows of theater-like seating with tables for drinks.  Eddie, a professional cameraman by now, was helping Larry set up his video, which Eddie had already viewed with admiration.  “Dude, you really have a talent for this stuff.  I could get you a job on Grady’s movie anytime.”

“Thanks, but no thanks, Eddie,” Larry grinned.  “I’m perfectly happy living with my hot guy Mike in the Springs and running my bike workshop.”

There was quite a buzz of anticipation in the air.  Several of the guys had earlier seen Randy stagger out of the summerhouse, barefoot and shirtless, looking broken as a whipped cur.  Nobody thought he would have the nerve to show up for this humiliation movie, but word had gone round that, in fact, he was.  They braced themselves for the sight of their tough arrogant leader arriving beaten and degraded and sneaking into the back row.

But they were never given that chance.  

Everything was ready to begin the screening when Bob and Randy arrived, to gasps from the assembled crowd.  Dressed as usual – like the macho construction boss, in a frayed denim shirt and white tank over his bulging chest – the tall gypsy strode confidently, defiantly to the front row with Bob, and sat two seats away from Uncle Mike.  This was obviously not the whipped cur they had been led to expect – this was the rugged alpha they admired and respected and sometimes even feared.

Speaking over the heightened buzz in the room, Larry shouted, “Quiet please, gentlemen, we’re ready to begin.”   He gave a thumbs up to Eddie in the back of the room who dimmed the room lights.

The video had sound but had not been edited – no titles or music. The raw action spoke for itself.  They all knew the back story of Randy’s rage, injuring the much-loved Uncle Mike, then ultimately submitting to Mike’s harsh punishment.  

The video opened on a closeup of Mike sitting sprawled on a couch, legs casually man-spread, then panned across the room to a humbled Randy, standing meekly with his head sagging forward.  They heard Mike’s order for him to strip naked and the gasps began as the once-proud gypsy obediently shed his clothes, knelt on the floor, then on his belly and painfully dragged himself across the floor.

Already there wasn’t a limp dick in the house as they watched the action, straight out of an S&M porn flick.  He kissed the man’s boots, rose up on his knees, opened Mike’s pants and went down on the thick shaft that slid down his throat till he gagged. 

There was a muffled sound in the room of pants being unzipped and men and boys stroking their cocks.  A core sexual fantasy in the tribe was to watch a handsome muscular top man be degraded by another top and forced to service him.  And that’s what they were watching now.

Larry’s closeup of the tough gypsy’s swarthy face moving up and down on Mike’s cock brought open groans of amazement ... “holy shit ... fuck me ... damn that’s hot ...” and the first sighs of orgasm.  The more disciplined men waited for the final extreme closeup of the broken construction boss, totally humiliated, mouth sagging open with cum oozing out and running over his stubbled jaw.  That brought loud, ecstatic groans as the last of the men and boys popped their loads.

As the movie faded to black, there was a stunned silence – and then the cheers began.  The men got to their feet in a standing ovation and the lights went up on a jubilant crowd turning to face Randy.

Eventually Mike rose and joined the acclaim.   Looking down at Randy he said loudly, “Dude, it takes a real man, not only to submit to that humiliation but, even more, to show up and be surrounded by your guys while they watch your degradation. Come here and let me shake your hand, stud.”

Uncle Mike pulled Randy to his feet, shook his hand warmly, then faced the audience and raised Randy’s arm up high like a victorious fighter.  Randy’s admiring son Pablo joined them and beckoned to Tyler. His eyes sparkling, the boy stood between Randy and Pablo who each grabbed his wrist and raised it up high.  They acknowledged the cheers like actors at a curtain call after a triumphant performance.

Amid the din, Grady sat down next to his boy Brian in his wheelchair.  “I told you, kiddo, that was definitely one for the archives, and proved once and for all that Randy is definitely the King of the Gypsies. I’m gonna get a copy of that from Larry and we’ll watch it together, you me and Mario, and jerk each other off.  Magnificent, but a tough act to follow. How do they top that, eh?”

“Oh they won’t try, sir.  I think they’ve all had enough of thunder and lightning for a while. Things will calm down, you’ll see.  Pablo is set to take Tyler fishing at the lake, and that will be a lovefest under the stars. Tender sex like theirs can be just as exciting, in its way, as a Randy slugfest.

“And we should keep our eyes on Mark, Jamie and Felipe. They are pretty much a perfect threesome, but even the most solid triangles wobble sometimes.  Takes careful handling to keep it upright.”

“Let’s hope they can do it right, kiddo ... or not ...” Grady grinned mischievously.

“Now you’re being naughty, sir.  I think we’ve had enough drama for a while.”

Grady ruffled Brian’s hair.  “Just as you say, kid.  You’re the boss.”

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TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength” – Book 14: Chapter 7