Trial Of Strength (Book 9)

"THE ROOKIE'S ASS IS OFF LIMITS"

New boy Will continues to insist his virgin ass is off limits. So when Randy plans to claim the boy’s ass the enraged twins forcefully confront the big boss and protect their boy. Later, Will nervously visits Randy in his worksite office … and falls under his spell as he watches Randy fuck his own boy, the muscular young mechanic Pablo. Then Will joins the twins in bed as they make love to each other … and to him!

In the previous chapter

Young Will was riding on a cloud. His lonely life with no friends and no sex had suddenly changed when he met the identical twins Kyle and Kevin, two senior boys of the tribe.

Will’s views on sex had been conditioned by an abusive father who condemned man-on-man sex as sinful. So Will had repressed he own sexual urges, had never touched a man or even masturbated. But his father suspected Will’s hidden desires and threw him out of the house.

The twins not only offered Will a full-time job as the tribe’s assistant chef. More importantly they had invited Will to become their boy, an honor he accepted with pride and joy. To show his gratitude he knelt before them and took their cocks in his mouth, one at a time and then, to his great surprise, both together.

But it was sex that created the only anxiety in his otherwise happy outlook for the future. As he had admitted to the twins, “Sir,” he said to Kyle, “that thing that I saw you do to Kevin, then I watched Randy do it to his lover Bob. You know, like, putting your …”

“You mean putting my cock in Kevin’s ass?” Kyle grinned. “It’s called fucking, Will, otherwise known as butt-fucking among other more colorful terms.”

“Yeah, that’s it, sir. Well, I gotta tell you now, sir, that I could never, ever do that. And you said a boy has to follow orders so,” he winced,” I guess I would be no good as your boy, sirs.”

“Will,” Kyle said, “Randy, who is boss of the tribe, made a rule that no boy should ever be made to do something he doesn’t want to, and that goes for us too. So that is not a problem.”

But still the worry nagged at him, especially when he saw Pablo, the macho young mechanic, fuck his boy Tyler and he saw the elation in Tyler’s eyes. He could never let anyone, even the twins do that to him, he thought. Never.

Pablo and Tyler both had dogs, which stirred up in Will the other great sadness of his life. He told Pablo, “When my dad threw me out, sir, he wouldn’t let me take my dog Norman. I know dad didn’t want him but he said a boy as wicked as me shouldn’t be in charge of anything, even a dog. But we were pals, he was my only friend …” he fought back tears “… he’s a pug with those big eyes and I really miss him. I think of him all the time and I worry that my dad is being mean to him, just because he was mine.”

Pablo recalled having to leave his own dog Billy behind when he left his foster home and ended up in the tribe. But the tribe’s boss Randy had gone to the old foster home and brought Billy back for Pablo. Pablo was now determined to pay that act of kindness forward. He persuaded Brandon in the personnel office to give him Will’s former address and he went to pay a visit.

The twins and Will were serving dinner to the tribe outdoors when they heard a truck draw up. Pablo came through the gate and shouted, “Hey, Will, you got a friend come to visit.” Will looked up and his eyes opened wide as a small black pug came through the gate blinking uncertainly.

“Norman!” Will rushed across the lawn, fell on his knees and scooped the dog in his arms. Tears flowed down his cheeks to be licked off by Norman who squealed with joy. Among the watching group round the table there were many moist eyes as Will kissed and fondled his dog.

Tears were still running down his cheeks as he stood up, cradling his dog, and stared at Pablo, thanking him profusely.

Will turned his shining, tear-stained face to the twins and said, “Is it OK, sirs? Can I keep him?”

The twins laughed and Kevin said, “Will, if we said no we’d be lynched by this crowd. Of course you can, buddy. Norman will be one of the family.

Pablo had earlier had a big fight at the construction site and when Randy broke it up Pablo had lost his cool and cursed at him. “You can take this lousy job and shove it, ‘cos I quit.” But right now, after Pablo’s act of kindness, Randy was looking proudly at his adopted son. Pablo grinned, “Like you always taught me, sir, no one says no to us. Guess I’m a chip off the old block, eh? Am I forgiven, sir? Can I have my job back?”

Stifling his proud smile Randy frowned. “Hmm, dunno, I’ll have to think about that, son.”

“Fuck you, sir,” Pablo grinned.

“Actually, my mind was running on the same track, boy – only the other way round. It’s your ass gonna get ploughed. About time too. Been a long time since I reamed that perfect butt.”

The dinner resumed and Norman sat happily beside Will, the latest and certainly the smallest member of the tribe. And that night Will lay in bed in his new home with Norman snuggled beside him. But that worm of anxiety still wriggled through Will’s happiness and lodged as a constant irritant in the back of his mind. He kept seeing the look of ecstasy on Tyler’s face as he had offered his ass to Pablo and he was absolutely sure he could never do that for the twins.

But right now here he was, reunited with his pal Norman cuddled against him and snoring quietly. And soon Will was snoring too, the boy and his dog fast asleep in their new home.

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In bed that night the twins had decided that, after a day of excitement and roller-coaster emotions, it was time to get things back on track tomorrow. The best way to do that was for Will to concentrate on work.

It was as if Will had read their minds because they had only just woken early next morning when there was a knock at the door and Will came in with a tray of early-morning tea. “Will,” Kevin smiled blearily, “you didn’t have to do that.”

“Oh, I did, sir, to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. And when I get good enough in the kitchen for you to trust me, I want to do the guys’ breakfasts on my own and give you a chance to sleep in later. I mean, when were you able to sleep past 6 a.m.?”

Kyle chuckled. “Not since we first came here. We’ve been making the breakfasts for years – the guys expect it – especially Randy.”

Will ginned, “And nobody says no to Randy, eh, sir?”

“Yeah, good thing to remember, kiddo,” Kevin laughed. “Hey, go get yourself a cup and sit with us. We gotta plan our day.” Will went to their small private kitchen and came back with a cup, and with Norman trotting at his heels, bringing smiles to the twins’ faces.

“So how did you and Norman enjoy your first night together? You sleep well?”

“Real well, sir. Norman was pressed against me all night. See, I think for a while he’ll have what they call separation anxiety … after I abandoned him when I left home.”

“Will,” Kyle said, “you gotta get over your guilt about that. You know it wasn’t your fault, it was your dad’s. But you’re right that Norman needs to be with you, so here’s what we’ll do. We’ve got to go out after breakfast to stock up on supplies. You’ll come with us and we’ll go buy three of those little dog beds – one for your room, one for our room for when you sleep with us, and one for the kitchen.”

The phrase ‘when you sleep with us’ rang in Will’s head, spoken so casually that the twins took it for granted it would be a regular occurrence. He was thrilled to hear it. “See,” Kevin said, “Norman mustn’t run free in the kitchen when we’re working ‘cos it would be dangerous, not to mention unhygienic. So he can settle in his bed in a corner and watch you work.”

“Thank you, sir, he’ll like that.”

“OK, so here’s the schedule,” Kyle said. “First we’ll set up the breakfast buffet in the dining room today, not outside ‘cos as it looks like it might rain. Then we’ll take a breakfast tray into Bob and Randy in their house. They’re the only ones who get room service ‘cos early morning is the time they discuss tribe issues. Randy stakes out priorities on the construction site and Bob goes over business and finance.

“Early morning is the only good time for that, before Randy goes to work and swings into his tough construction-boss mode. He gets so stoked he’s in no mood for a rational discussion about business or anything else – except a good fuck – and Bob knows it.”

Kevin added, “Around noon one of us takes a packed lunch to the construction site for Randy, and for Pablo and Ben too, the two mechanics who work together. We were thinking it would be a good idea if you took it to the site today. We want you to visit as many of the tribe’s houses and businesses as possible, starting with the construction company as that’s the primary source of income to support all this.”

“It’s grown into a big enterprise,” Kyle explained. “When Randy and Bob first met, Randy was just a construction worker, but with Bob’s financial expertise they started their own company and now there are several sites running at once. Actually the company is divided into two divisions. Randy is in charge of commercial construction and his buddy Zack is the boss of residential. They had a big fight at one time but now they are closer than ever – they even fuck sometimes – now that’s a sight to see.”

Will listened to these stories the twins told, enthralled by the history of the tribe and its beginnings. It was hard to imagine big boss Randy as a simple construction worker, and even harder to visualize him and the big black stud fucking, but it made Will’s cock get hard.

“OK,” Kyle said, “let’s get to work, guys.” Even the inclusion of Will in the term ‘guys’ – three of them – excited Will and they trooped down to the kitchen with Norman close on Will’s heels. Will had brought a blanket that he folded in a corner and told Norman to stay there. The pug obeyed, his big pop-eyes following Will as he moved around the kitchen.

They quickly assembled all the ingredients and dishes for the breakfast buffet and at the same time loaded two trays to take to Bob and Randy. Kyle said, “This always interrupts our rhythm in the morning, Will, so I think you’ll be the one to take their trays up to them in future. But we’ll come with you now as it’s your first time.

As they went into the house across the lawn Kevin chuckled. “Have to be a bit careful when you knock ‘cos they are often having morning sex – it’s a kind of ritual.” This morning their timing was good because when they knocked and went in the two muscular men were sitting up in bed naked, their breath heaving, obviously having just completed the morning ritual. And the twins could tell from the triumphant gleam in Randy’s eye that he had been the top man this time.

“Sirs,” Kyle said, “if it’s OK with you, in future we’ll have Will come up here with your breakfasts. It’ll free us up to get on with setting up the breakfast downstairs.”

“Sure,” Randy smiled lasciviously, his testosterone still coursing through him after fucking Bob’s ass. “Be great to see that cute face and butt first thing in the morning. Hey kiddo, turn around.”

Will frowned and blushed but did as ordered. He turned round slowly and Randy grinned at the shape of his butt showing between the join of his apron. “Nice ass, kid, but we gotta bulk you up a bit. I’ll give you a few sessions in the gym, soon get you in shape. And if you work hard there’ll be a bonus at the end. It’s called the boss’s initiation, otherwise known as a Randy fuck. All the boys get it when they join the tribe.”

Will felt a stab of panic and blurted, “Oh sir, I don’t … I mean I can’t … I’ve never …”

Kyle stepped in. “Er, Will, we’re running behind on getting the other guys’ breakfast on the table. Would you go down and get that started, please?”

“Yes, sir, of course,” Will said with relief. Averting his eyes from Randy he scuttled from the room. The twins turned on Randy in unison, their eyes blazing. They confronted him in turns.

“Sir,” Kyle said in a steely voice, “how could you say something like that to Will?!!

“It’s totally gross,” said Kevin. “Will is new to sex, quite fragile, and we have been working carefully to ease him into his new life. Until a few days ago he had never touched a man and now you charge in like a mad bull and threaten to butt-fuck him!”

“That scared him to death and could set back all the work we’ve done so far. When we took Will on as our boy we swore we would protect him from any aggressor, whoever it is – even the ‘big boss’ of the tribe. We swore we would never let anyone hurt him and now he hears you say you’re gonna shove your dick up his ass in a caveman fuck.”

“Ah, climb down off your pedestal, boy,” Randy said dismissively. “I’ve initiated all our boys like this and they got off on it.”

“Not this boy, sir. Will is our boy, not yours, and we make the decisions on his treatment, not you! We know no one is ever supposed to say no to the almighty boss, but we are saying no now. We’re warning you, sir, keep your hands off until we, and Will, say you can.”

The twins did not shout but had cold anger in their eyes, the same steely look Randy had seen in Bob’s eyes that always unnerved him. Now his rage flared, he jumped out of bed and paced round the room naked, a fearsome sight.

“You are warning me?!” he yelled. “You’re fucking kids and you’re warning me? Who the fuck do you think you are, telling me what I can and can’t do? Listen boy, and get this straight. I say what goes on in this family, I make the rules not you. The kid is new and I’ll decide if he’s fit to join us. He’ll take what I dish out.”

“No he will not!” the twins said in unison. “If you lay one finger on him, sir,” Kyle growled, “we’ll quit, and take Will with us.”

“The hell you will! You won’t get the chance, ‘cos you’re both fucking fired. Get the hell out of my sight.”

Mustering as much dignity as they could the twins turned and walked quietly from the room.

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Randy paced round the room, clenching and unclenching his fists, chest heaving, nostrils flared like a raging stallion.

Throughout this ugly scene Bob had remained silent, and now sat in bed, arms folded across his chest. Randy paused and looked at Bob’s steady gaze. “What?” he demanded. “What?”

Bob sighed. “You know ‘what’ Randy. You know very well what. The twins were protecting their boy against just such an assault as you threatened with your ‘initiation fuck’. And you just fired them. Soon they’ll be out the door, taking their boy with them.”

Bob was right. Of course Randy knew … he knew what he had done. He had yelled in anger at the twins – Bob’s boys! – in front of Bob! He had thrown them out, told them they were fired – Bob’s boys! – in front of Bob! Confused and frantic Randy shouted, “Fuck you – fuck you all!”

Bob smiled inwardly, recognizing in those familiar words the sign of Randy’s retreat. Frantically he looked round at Bob expecting anger but found instead that cold stare. He ran to the window threw it open and looked down at the twins who were crossing the garden and about to go into the kitchen. “Hey, you two,” he shouted. “Get your asses back up here.”

He walked back to the bed and pulled on his boxer shorts, as if that might restore some dignity, although all shreds of that had been lost. The door opened, the twins came in and stood facing him in silence with cold, resolute looks.

Randy glanced at Bob for reassurance but received none. Bob was content to let the scene play out without his interference. He trusted his boys and knew Randy’s mercurial moods well. But as the scene unfolded Randy was acutely aware that Bob was watching him, and he was desperate to make amends to him.

And suddenly Bob saw what he had seen so often before in Randy – the transformation from raging boss to a little boy trying to say sorry.

Trying, but failing, to maintain some dignity Randy said, “OK, boys … OK, I was wrong.” (That’s what passed for an apology with Randy, Bob thought.) “You had a duty to protect your boy and that’s what you were doing.” He glanced at Bob to make sure he was on the right track but just got Bob’s non-committal stare. He cleared his throat. “I, er, should have remembered two of my own rules – that a master always protects his boy and you never ask a boy to do something he don’t want to.”

“Well, sir, maybe we over-reacted just a tad,” Kevin said

“No, no, you did what you had to. That cold look in your eyes – I’ve seen that before in Bob so I know how you felt. And I would never have fucked the kid – not until you … well, you know. And that thing about firing you …” he shrugged “it was bullshit.”

“We assumed it was, sir,” Kevin said evenly.

Randy stiffened, feeling he was somehow being talked down to, but when he glanced at Bob he saw him smile and raise his eyebrows, and he knew he was on safer ground.

Kyle said, “We had intended for Will to take the lunches to you at the construction site, but maybe that’s not such a good idea right now.”

“Oh really? I’d really like him to come so I can …” He looked appealingly at Bob.

“Guys,” Bob said. “I still think that would be a good idea. Will must get to know the rest of the tribe, starting with the work site. If I give you my word of honor that nothing bad will happen …”

“OK, sir, if you say so. Now we have to get back ‘cos Will is handling the breakfasts on his own.”

They left and Randy turned nervously to Bob, who stood up, pulled on shorts and T-shirt and tossed a shirt to Randy. “Now, let’s eat that breakfast before it gets cold. We got a lot of business to get through.”

“Buddy, I …”

“Water under the bridge, Randy.” Bob kissed him on the lips. “Now pour me some coffee.”

They sat and Randy gazed at Bob. “Dammit … I love you, man.”

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Will was so engrossed in his work that he had no time to dwell on, or worry about, what Randy had said. Of course, he was unaware of the extraordinary confrontation that had taken place between Randy and the twins, though they were gone rather a long time.

Fortunately Brandon came in and helped Will ferry the breakfasts from kitchen to dining room, with plates piled high on the tray table of his wheelchair. “Sometimes wheels are more efficient than legs, dude,” he grinned. “It’s been raining a bit so be careful not to slip.”

When the twins came back things went smoothly. The buffet was spread out on the table, the guys were all sitting round in a noisy group and Will and the twins were able to go and relax in the kitchen and grab some breakfast of their own.

“OK,” Kyle said, “next thing is we should get going on the lunch boxes for the guys on the site. Today that includes Randy, Pablo, Ben, Zack and Darius, plus sandwiches for the crew.”

“Sir, I’ve got one of my rhubarb pies on the fridge left over from the party. Should I put that in?”

“Absolutely,” Kevin said. “Apparently there’s some big push on to get a project finished, so there might be some frayed tempers. You showing up with food and your pie should help a lot.”

Will frowned. “Sirs, will I actually have to, you know, deliver Randy’s food personally.”

“Ah, you’re thinking about what he said earlier. Will, that was just Randy blowing hot air and Bob has personally assured us that nothing bad will happen to you. A promise from Bob is like money in the bank.”

Kevin added, “We think when you take food or go to cook for other guys in the tribe you should always wear your green apron. It’s like a uniform – makes it more official. You can’t take Norman with you, not to the work site, but we’ll take good care of him. He should learn to get comfortable with us.”

In a few hours they were loading the bags and coolers in the trunk of Will’s small car. “Hm, not much room,” Kyle said. “Some will have to go on the back seat.”

It had stopped raining but black clouds were looming. It was one of those Southern California days of intermittent showers and sun. Sure enough, as Will took off, a heavy squall began, and he got wet. For a long time the windows of his old car had been stuck open and the rain now gusted in and soaked his shirt. With perverse timing the sun came out as he arrived at the site.

He got out, walked through the gates and was immediately intimidated. The construction site was a scene of frenzied activity and there seemed to be a lot of tension in the air. He saw in the distance the black boss Zack and his boy Darius, both shirtless in back jeans, their muscular bodies gleaming wet as they had apparently worked though the rain shower.

Over at the side of the site Will saw Randy’s trailer office. The door was open and he could glimpse Randy having a heated discussion with one of the crew. His nervousness came back and he was relieved to see his friend Ben running toward him.

“Dude, you are just in time. It’s a bitch of a day, the rain fucked things up, and a lunch break is just what everyone needs. Randy’s in a foul mood. I think something must have happened at home before he left for work, but he told me particularly to keep an eye open for you and send you to the office with his lunch. Here, I’ll take all the other bags to the guys while you check in with Randy. Hey, you’re soaked, dude. You doofus, you left your windows down.”

Will grinned ruefully. “They’re stuck, Ben. Old car,” he shrugged.

Ben laughed and walked off, loaded with all the lunch bags. Will sighed, took a deep breath and made his way over to the trailer. Randy had just finished yelling at the foreman. “… so don’t come back until it’s damn-well finished, and use three men. The ground’s muddy and I don’t want safety compromised just because we’re in a hurry.”

The man left just as Will arrived and Randy barked, “Yeah …?” Then seeing Will his whole demeanor changed from fierce to friendly. “Hey, kiddo, good to see you … and bearing gifts, I see. Come in, make yourself at home. Buckingham Palace it ain’t but there’s an old couch over there. Wait a minute, you’re soaked. What, you driving a convertible or something?”

“No, sir, but the windows of my old car are stuck open, sir.”

“Damn, we gotta do something about that. Here, before you sit down get out of that wet shirt.” Randy sifted through a pile of his old clothes in the corner and pulled out one of his own T-shirts. “Here, this one’s not too bad. Put it on.”

Will thought this might be a ploy to get him naked, but he took off his apron, and pulled off his wet shirt. He blushed as Randy looked at him, and quickly pulled on Randy’s shirt, which was way too big and hung comically on his lean body. But at least it was dry.

“You look terrific, kiddo – you can eat lunch with me. But before we do that …” His attitude changed again and his tension came back. “There’s something I gotta do first. This morning’s been a fucked up mess, the crew really pissed me off and I gotta take it out on someone.”

For one panicked moment Will thought he meant him, in spite of the twins’ assurance. But Randy went to the open door and yelled, “Pablo, get your ass in here … now!”

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Will stood up, saying, “Sir, I should probably leave you and …”

“Nah, stick around kid, I want you to see something. Nobody’s gonna mess with you, this is between me and Pablo. He’s my boy, we know each other real well and he knows what I want. Happens all the time. It’s good for you to see how tough some men treat their boy. Not all of them, definitely not the twins … But I do, and my boy knows it.”

Pablo came in, shirtless in jeans, his face and bare chest streaked with grease and mud. Despite Randy’s angry expression he didn’t seem afraid at all. “You called, sir?” he said with a mocking half smile.

“Damn right I did, boy. What the fuck are you doing here today anyway? Yesterday you cursed at me, stormed off the site and quit. Told me to take the job and shove it. Didn’t Brandon pay you off and terminate you?”

“No, sir, he was too busy looking up the address of Will’s old home where his dog was. Oops, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that. Brandon said it was private.”

Randy’s eyes narrowed. “You messing with me, boy? That mind-fuck thing you do?”

“Who, me sir? No, sir,” Pablo said with exaggerated innocence.”

“Fuck you, kid. There’s a price of admission to pay for entry to this outfit, or in your case re-entry. Especially when it’s been a pig of a day and I’m horny as a stallion in heat. You know the drill, boy.”

With one sweep of the arm Randy brushed all the plans and blueprints from the drafting table. Pablo stood facing it, and Randy shoved him face down on it, bent forward from the waist. His feet wide apart on the floor Pablo spread his arms and gripped the edges of the table. Randy grabbed the waistband of the mechanic’s jeans and yanked them down over his ass. He stood back and surveyed the flawless white globes, stroking them and slapping them.

“See this ass, Will? Perfect as the day I met him. It’s the only reason I took him as my boy and adopted him – so I would have permanent access to his bubble butt.”

“Really, sir?” Will said, not sure if he believed him. Even with his limited experience of men Will had a vague feeling that Randy’s anger and Pablo’s ready submission were not quite real – almost like they were acting it out. But he gasped when Randy pulled off his sweaty tank top and tossed it on the couch beside him, then yanked open his work pants and pulled out his massive cock. He spat in his hand and shoved wet fingers up Pablo’s butt.

“This is what a boy gets when he cusses me out in front of the crew and walks out on me. No one does that to the boss and gets away with it, least of all you, you young punk.” Randy pressed the head of his cock between the white mounds, then paused, letting the tension build, making his victim wait in suspense for the blow he knew would come.

From the couch Will watched wide-eyed with whirling emotions. A couple of days ago he had secretly watched an enraged Randy face-fuck Bob, then tie him up and drive his dick in his ass. But Bob had told Will he liked Randy to be rough, and he could see that in Bob’s eyes while Randy fucked him. And the homoerotic sight had made Will jerk off for the first time in his life.

And now, once again, he was watching Randy vent his anger by fucking, but this time was different. Pablo was Randy’s boy, his adopted son, a young, macho mechanic. At first Will had been scared of Pablo but he had become his hero after he had gone and rescued Will’s dog and reunited them. He had watched the handsome Mestizo dominate and fuck his boy Tyler, but now this tough young muscle-stud was bent forward over the table and …

“Aaagh!” Pablo howled as the big gypsy’s massive rod speared his ass … “fuck you, man.”

“No, fuck you, boy. Not so macho now are you, stud, getting ploughed by the boss? A dry fuck. That’s what you deserve and that’s what you get, asshole.”

“Fuck you, man,” said Pablo through gritted teeth. “I can take anything you dish out, that’s how you trained me … aaagh!”

Will was amazed at Pablo’s defiance of his master as Randy proceeded to hammer his ass, pulling all the way back then plunging in again with increasing force each time. Gripping the table the shirtless mechanic flexed his muscles to withstand the onslaught, his handsome Mestizo face jerking in pain with every thrust of the gypsy’s pile-driving shaft. The table shuddered, the trailer itself shook as the construction boss pounded his mechanic’s ass.

And Randy never let up. It was true that he had trained Pablo to be tough, and he knew just how much he could take. So he gripped Pablo’s slim waist, pressed it to the table and jackhammered his helpless ass.

To Will’s awestruck eyes it looked like a merciless beating, but he recalled the tribe’s rule that no boy was made to do anything he didn’t want. Pablo could always beg for mercy but he didn’t, so he must actually want this – as much as Bob had. His continued verbal defiance proved it.”

As Randy’s rod pistoned in his ass the mechanic sneered, “That all you got, boss? Takes more than that to make me submit. You trained me too well.”

“Son of a bitch …” Randy yelled. He yanked his cock out, grabbed Pablo’s waist and turned him bodily onto his back on the table. He pulled Pablo’s jeans down to his boots and pushed his legs up. Randy leaned forward between them, pinned his wrists to the table and stared into his eyes. “You arrogant young buck. See how you like this!”

He pulled his hips back, then drove his cock deep in his ass and let it rest. He repeated the move in a slow series of thrusts, harder and deeper each time. “Remember the time I whipped you, boy, and you howled with each lash across your back? This is the same, except those whip lashes are now my pole ramming your ass making you howl louder each time until you beg for mercy.”

“Bullshit. I ain’t gonna give you the satisfaction, asshole. You taught me never to submit to a man, and that includes you, mother fucker.”

“Fuck you boy!” Randy snarled, and the slow sequence of punishing thrusts continued in a mutual trial of strength between master and boy.

Will’s cock was now rock hard. He had pulled it out of his shorts and was stroking it under the long, oversize T-shirt Randy had given him. His gaze was riveted on the pornographic scene of the construction boss torturing the ass of the muscular young mechanic. He recalled the ecstatic look in Bob’s eyes when Randy fucked him, and he saw the same gleam in Pablo’s eyes now.

What was it that made men, like the powerful business executive and the macho mechanic, long to be dominated by the rugged gypsy? He seemed to have some power over them … and over the whole tribe. His name came up all the time – ‘Randy has ruled …’ ‘Randy decides …’ ‘check what Randy says …’ ‘no one says no to Randy’.

Will watched him now, stripped to the waist, the muscles of his magnificent body rippling as his huge shaft plunged into his boy’s ass. He gazed at his chiseled features, square stubbled jaw, his shaggy black gypsy hair, his eyes never leaving Pablo’s face. Except for a split second now, as he glanced over at Will with those piercing, laser blue eyes.

And suddenly Will knew what the magic was. It was Randy’s savage intensity – of mind and body – his power and passion, the certainty he was right … all reflected in those eyes … always those hypnotic blue eyes. He was his own force field projecting a sexual magnetism that drew everyone in.

Will could not express that in those words, but he felt it, sensed it, and understood why men craved the ultimate intimacy and dominance of Randy’s cock in their ass. Will tried to imagine what it felt like as he looked at the ecstasy on Pablo’s face, the same as he had seen on Bob’s.

Of course Will could never let it happen to him. When Randy had boasted about it at breakfast he had recoiled and the twins had saved him. But still … he was free to think about it, wasn’t he? To fantasize a little …

In a trance he picked up the sweaty tank-top Randy had tossed on the couch and pressed it to his face. He breathed in the smell, bit into the taste of the man’s sweat, and now he was able to imagine it – to imagine the muscular body arched over him, to feel his power, to look up at his face, at those eyes piercing his and … aaagh!”

He was startled to hear his own voice, a sound that brought him out of his trance. He looked down at the stain spreading over the bottom of his T-shirt and realized he had been stroking his cock faster and faster to an explosive climax.

The other men heard his cry too and Pablo grinned up at Randy. “Son of a bitch … you mother fucker. Make me cum too, man.” He knew Randy had triumphed – over Pablo and Will – and Randy knew it too as he pumped a fist in the air, yelled a jubilant “Yeeeah!” and plunged his cock in one last time. He poured his semen deep inside his boy who, free now to grab his cock, pumped jizz all over his own heaving, oil-streaked chest.

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Randy scooped Pablo up into his arms, hugged him and kissed him long and hard. When they broke apart Randy gazed into Pablo’s eyes and said, “That’s my boy, you sexy son of a bitch. Love you, man.”

They turned and looked down at Will who was staring up at them in awe and some embarrassment. He clumsily tried to hide the wet patch at the bottom of his T-shirt but Randy said, “No, be proud of it kiddo. Jizz goes with the territory around here.”

“Thank you, sir,” Will said shyly and Randy saw that adoring look in his eye that he had seen so often in others. Randy had kept his promise to the twins and not touched the boy, but he had captivated him anyway. He hadn’t needed to fuck Will to seduce him. He had done that simply by fixing him with those magnetic blue eyes. Out of deference to the twins and Bob he would not go any farther – yet – but he knew the boy already would do anything he asked him to.

“Hey, guys, I’m fucking starving,” he said. “Pablo, go out and get Ben and bring in your food. We’ll have ourselves a feast in here – just family.”

Will liked the sound of that. He unpacked Randy’s lunch and Pablo and Ben came in and did the same, until the low table was covered with food. Randy popped open a beer from the cooler and said. “OK, kiddo, what have you brought for us?”

Will brightened – this was his expertise. “Well, sir, roast beef sandwiches with thinly sliced beef, ‘cos the twins said that’s your favorite. Also salmon salad sandwiches on 12-grain bread and a spinach salad. And,” he blushed, “I put in one of my rhubarb pies that I had left over from the big feast. Only if you want it, sir.”

“That pie you made? Damn, ‘course I want it – best thing I ever tested. Come on fellas, dig in.”

It was a warm and exciting feeling for Will, sitting here in this old trailer with Randy, his boy and his kid brother. Just family, Randy had said, making Will feel like part of it.

“OK, Pablo, Ben, we got a project concerning Will here,” Randy said. “He’s driving a beat up old car where the windows won’t wind up, which is why he got soaked coming here. We can’t have a member of our family driving round in a wreck like that, so Pablo, the ball’s in your court.”

Pablo grinned, “Will, my boy, you have come to the right man. I get all the cars and trucks for this tribe ‘cos I have what you’d call a tight relationship with a couple dealers around here. Hell, I bring them enough business they sure as hell better give me a good deal.”

He turned to Randy. “As a matter of fact, sir, I’m currently close to a deal on a top of the line BMW for Miguel. He’s earning a shitload of money at the fancy hotel where’s he’s the top chef and he wants a fancy car. Which means, he won’t be wanting that 4Runner SUV he’s been driving. I was thinking of offering it in trade, but this is a much better idea. How would you like it, kiddo?”

“An SUV? Oh sir, I’m not sure,” he winced. “Like, how much would the monthly payments be?”

Pablo laughed. “Zippo, zilch, kid. Most of our cars and trucks are bought by the company for employees, and I’d say you’re an employee by now, eh Randy?”

Damn, if this pie is anything to go by I’ll say he is. Tell you what, Will. You can pay for the car … in pie slices. You get the SUV and in exchange we get rhubarb pie whenever we want it. Sound like a deal?”

Will smiled and blushed. Ben said, “That car’s a beaut, dude – perfect for you. It’s got great cargo space for you to load all the food and cooking stuff when you cater meals. I mean, when you came here you had the meal bags stuffed in that postage-stamp trunk and on all the seats – wonder you didn’t strap ‘em to the roof.”

“And besides,” Randy grinned, “you won’t get wet. From what I hear that SUV has windows that go up and down at the touch of a button. Can you believe it? What will they think of next?”

Will laughed out loud and his face was transformed from its usual shyness to a radiant, good-looking young man. Randy felt his cock stir in his jeans but instantly dismissed the idea. Bob had made a promise to the twins. Still, all in good time.

When their makeshift feast was over Randy reverted to big boss mode. “Pablo, Ben, you better get your asses back out there. Those two trucks have gotta be good to go by this evening.”

“You got it, sir,” Pablo said smartly and they left.

Will said, “I’ll clear all this up, sir and get back to the twins.” He started to take off Randy’s T-shirt to give it back to him but Randy chuckled. “Nah, you keep it kiddo. It might rain again.”

Will stood up, tried to straighten up the T-shirt as well as he could, then pulled his apron on over it. He looked kind of funny with the shirt ballooning out from under the apron and Randy’s eyes misted over. God, he was a sweet kid. “Remember, kiddo. You have any problems … anyone try to hurt you … you come to me. I’ll take care of it.”

“Thank you sir.” He stared up at Randy who bent down and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Now go back to the twins and tell them all about your visit to the construction site.” Suddenly Randy looked up through the window and his face clouded over. “Jesus fucking Christ, how often do I have to tell those guys?” He stomped out the door. “Hey, you guys, what the fuck …”

Will grinned, thinking he knew Randy a lot better now than when he came in. He loaded all the lunch debris into the bags, along with his wet T-shirt, and hauled them over his shoulders and under his arms to his car. As he drove away he glimpsed his wet shirt sticking out of the bag along with something else – Randy’s old tank top. He smiled to himself. He hoped Randy wouldn’t want it back. He would like to keep it for himself.

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When Will walked into the kitchen the twins were clearing away after serving lunch to the guys in the house. He was greeted by an ecstatic Norman, and Kyle said, “We knew you were back when you pulled up at the gate ‘cos pugsy here started whimpering and barking. Must have sensed you coming.”

“It’s his sense of smell, sir – dogs are a hundred times better than humans.”

“So what happened to you, kiddo? And where did that strange T-shirt come from?”

“It’s Randy’s, sir. I’ve got so much to tell you.”

His shining eyes told the twins it was all good, so Kevin said. “OK, while we clear away the lunch stuff you empty those bags, throw away the trash and load the dishwasher. Then we’ll go upstairs and talk. Dinner tonight will be a light affair so we’re taking a few hours off to relax.

The cleanup went fast and soon Will and Norman followed the twins up to their apartment – ‘their’ now meaning all four of them. Kevin went to their small private kitchen and came back with a bottle of white wine and three glasses. They sat around the table in the living room and Kyle said, “OK, kiddo, so tell us all about Will’s Adventures in Construction-Land. As Darius would say, ‘Spill all the beans, dude, exaggerations accepted’.”

“Oh, I don’t need to exaggerate, sir, it was all real wild.” The twins smiled at his excited face and listened as it all came out in a rush. “When I first got there it was kinda scary – all those macho guys – but Ben came up to me and made me less nervous. He told me it was what he called ‘a bitch of a day’ with all the rain, and Randy was in a rotten mood. Ben thought stuff must have happened at home before he came to work.” The twins exchanged glances.

“Anyway, he said Randy had asked him to send me into his office the minute I got there. Well that was kinda scary and when I got there Randy was yelling at some foreman or something. But when he saw me – get this, sirs – his whole attitude changed and he was really nice. I had got wet in the rainy weather and he said I should change my wet T-shirt for one of his.”

Will saw the twins wince uneasily. “I know, sir, that’s what I thought … you know, some kinda funny business, especially when he said that the morning was a fucked up mess and everyone had pissed him off and he had to take it out on someone. Well I thought he meant me and I was ready to make a run for it.

“But he didn’t mean me at all. He opened the door of the trailer and yelled for Pablo to come in. Pablo didn’t seem scared or nothing, even when Randy chewed him out for bad-mouthing him the day before. He had told Randy he could take the job and shove it and he quit. Randy said something about Pablo paying a price for getting his job back and …”

“And let us guess,” Kyle chuckled. “Randy swept the papers off the drafting table and pushed Pablo face down over it.” Kevin added, “Then he yanked down Pablo’s pants, pulled his own dick out and shoved it up Pablo’s ass.”

Will blinked hard. “How did you know, sirs?”

The twins giggled and Kyle said. “It’s been happening for years, Will. Randy has always loved Pablo’s ass – well it is a pretty spectacular set of buns. We sometimes kid Pablo that Randy only adopted him for his ass. Anyway, whenever things get tough on the site and Randy gets tense and angry, he yells for Pablo and takes out all his rage on his ass.”

Kevin said, “He even does that to Bob sometimes. Hey, you saw for yourself a couple of days ago when Randy came storming home after a big fight with that truck driver and took it out on Bob – made him suck his dick, then tied him up and ploughed his ass. Same thing.”

“Yes but sir, both times he was real savage and each time the guys seemed to love it. It was amazing how Pablo, who’s such a big macho stud, stared up at Randy with that look of … I dunno … sorta, worship, you know? But he didn’t give in to Randy and they called each other real bad names.”

“I bet Randy loved that,” Kyle grinned.

“It was so exciting,” Will said, “that I … I jerked off, sirs.” He blushed, but carried on. “I wondered why Bob and Pablo let Randy fuck them so hard, and why all the boys talk about him like … almost like they’re all in love with him or something.”

“They are, Will,” Kevin smiled, “in their own way. There’s just something about Randy …”

“I know, sir, I saw that, and that’s why I jerked off watching him, like I couldn’t take my eyes off him.” Will hesitated wondering if he should tell them the next bit, but decided to share everything. “And sirs, I even … I even imagined what those guys must feel like when Randy fucks them – like when their eyes sorta glaze over like they’re hypnotized. ‘Course, I could never actually do it. I dunno how they can stand getting their asses fucked as fierce as that.”

“Will,” Kevin said, “not everyone fucks like that. In fact nobody fucks as ferociously as Randy. Bob often calls him a caveman. For most guys, fucking is a part of making love and they do it gently and tenderly.” He exchanged a long look with Kyle, and Will knew by now that it was their way of communicating without words.

Kyle smiled. “Will, all that talk of fucking and loving has made my brother and me horny. We’re going into the bedroom to, er, relax for a while and …”

“Oh, OK sir, I’ll go back to the kitchen and do some dinner stuff while …”

“No, no, you misunderstood me, Will. You’re one of us, part of the family and we want you with us. We promise that we won’t try to butt-fuck you and we’ll never let anyone else do it. But it would be real nice to have you share our bed while we …”

Will managed a shy smile. “OK, sir, I would like that.”

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They went into the large bedroom followed by Norman who trotted over to his soft dog bed in the corner and settled down to watch. He too was learning the ways of the house and his master’s new lifestyle.

The twins casually undressed and Will did too – less casually, more shyly. Kevin grinned, “That T-shirt is way too big for you, kiddo. Did you salvage your own that got wet?”

“Yes, sir, I brought it with me.” He blushed again. “And, er, by mistake I picked up Randy’s old tank-top too and brought it with me. May I keep it, sir?”

“Sure,” Kyle said, “Randy won’t miss it and Bob throws most of his old tanks in the trash. Most of the boys have torn, sweaty shirts they salvaged after the men had fights or sex. Brandon has a whole collection. He’s quite open about it, keeps them in his wheelchair saddlebags.”

“But Will,” Kevin said gently, “you don’t need to ask our permission for everything, you know.”

“Oh but I prefer to for now, sir. See, I’m afraid of making a mistake, so I like to check with you.”

Kyle chuckled, “Everyone makes mistakes, dude. It’s what makes us human … and even charming in your case. We’ll tell you if you do and, if you like, we’ll even punish you, though not like Randy does. Would you like that?”

“Yes please, sir.”

“Good, you’re learning, kiddo.”

By now they were all naked and the twins lay on the bed holding out their arms for their boy. Will was feeling good now, warm inside, and he lay down with them, enveloped in their arms while they kissed him in a three-way kiss. Then the twins got up on their knees while Will lay on his back looking up at them.

The twins stared at each other, then their faces came together in a hungry kiss that built in passion as they licked each other’s necks and faces, kissed their eyes, then clamped their mouths together again. Their cocks were hard – and so was Will’s as he stroked it, gazing up at the brothers making love.

When the twins separated at last Kyle said, “Don’t cum, Will, not yet. You’ll know when it’s time.”

Kevin lay down on his back beside Will, and Kyle knelt between his brother’s legs. He dipped his fingers in a jar of lube on the night table and spread it over his cock. Then he pushed a greasy finger in Kevin’s butt. Kyle grinned over at Will, who lay shoulder to shoulder with Kevin, and reached over to spread lube on Will’s cock too. “This helps a lot, kid. We always use it.”

As Kyle stroked Will’s cock the boy thought for an anxious minute that Kyle was going to break his promise and try to fuck him. As if reading his thoughts Kyle smiled, “It’s OK, Will. All you have to do is lie there and watch.”

Kyle turned his attention back to Kevin who was pulling his legs back. Kyle leaned forward between them and twisted his brother’s nipples. “You know what happens next, bro, like it always does. And I know you want it – like you always do.” Kyle pressed his palms on Kevin’s chest and slowly eased his cock into his ass.

Kevin jolted – and so did Will. Kevin squeezed Will’s hand and as Kyle’s cock slid slowly, deeper inside him, Will felt the tremor in the shoulder pressed against his shoulder and the hand gripping his hand. He heard Kevin sigh deeply and felt the electricity coursing through his body.

He gazed up at Kyle and saw the ecstasy in his eyes as he entered his brother, his identical twin lying pressed against Will. He saw Kyle, felt Kevin … and became a part of them and their love-making. As the loving fuck began Will bent his knees and pulled his heels back against his own ass, an unconscious move to copy Kevin, to be like Kevin, to feel what he was feeling.

Kyle rose and fell above them both and with each thrust of his cock Will sighed as if it were inside him. Kyle smiled into his brother’s eyes, communicating silently as they always did, and then switched his gaze to Will. He smiled at Will as he fucked his brother. The smile penetrated Will’s eyes as his cock penetrated his ass – Kevin’s ass actually, but what was the difference?

“I love you, Will,” Kyle said softly. “We both love you.” Will gasped and pulled his hand off his cock to stop from losing his load. “You feel it? You feel what we feel when I fuck my brother?”

“Yes, sir. I love you, sir.” Will almost felt he was entering that unfathomable union of souls the twins shared, but which no one else understood … until now. Kyle was gazing at his brother again and now bent down to kiss him as he fucked his ass. Will felt the shiver running through both their bodies as the brothers kissed inches from his face. Suddenly they parted … and Kyle leaned over and pressed his lips on Will’s, kissing one boy as he fucked the other.

By now Will was in a trance – like a hazy dream where he was making love to both twins while they made love to each other. He had a distant sense that the twins were approaching their climax, a sensation that was heightened when he felt Kevin’s hand move from his hand to his cock. Will turned his head to look at Kevin who said, “Now my brother is going to pour his juice in my ass, Will. I love it when he does that – and you will love it too.”

Kevin leaned toward Will who felt his lips close over his in an open-mouth kiss. Kevin was moaning now, breathing heavily into Will’s mouth, stroking Will’s cock as Kyle fucked Kevin’s ass faster and harder. Kyle shouted, “I love you guys … I’m gonna cum … I’m gonna cum … aaagh!” All three bodies shuddered as two of them came … Kyle inside his brother’s ass, Will all over himself as Kevin pumped the boy’s cock to orgasm.

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Breathing heavily, his heart beating wildly, Will lay in a daze, thinking it was over. But it wasn’t, not quite, not yet. “My turn,” Kevin laughed. He jumped to his knees, kissed Kyle, then pushed him down on all fours over Will staring down at him.

Kyle was on hands and knees above Will – kneeling astride Will’s legs and leaning forward, his hands braced on the bed beside Will’s head. He smiled down at the startled boy and said, “My brother hasn’t cum yet, and there’s only one way he’ll do that. I came in his ass and you know, Will, we do everything the same – except this time it’s doggy style.”

Kyle’s eyes opened wide and he gasped as his brother entered him from behind. “You feel that, kiddo? Man that feels good. Yeah, fuck me bro …”

Will reached up and ran his hands over Kyle’s chest and felt his body shake as Kevin ploughed his ass from behind him. Over Kyle’s shoulder he saw Kevin’s face laughing … “Oh, guys, we are gonna have so much fun. Damn I’m close …”

Suddenly Kyle’s knees slid out from under him and he lay on top of Will, chest to chest, groin to groin, and eventually mouth to mouth. “Shall we let him cum inside me, kiddo?” Kyle asked.

Will looked over Kyle’s shoulder at Kevin who laughed, “Say yes, Will. Please say yes.”

“Yes, sir. I want you to cum in your brother, sir. Please …mmmm!” Will’s voice was stifled as Kyle’s mouth closed over his.

As Kevin fucked him Kyle’s body writhed on top of Will and their cocks churned against each other. Will felt every thrust of Kevin’s cock, as if he were the one getting fucked, taking the beautiful twin’s cock in his ass and … “aaagh”. The joyful shout was Kevin’s as his cock erupted in Kyle’s ass … and Will sprayed a second load of cum between himself and Kyle.

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Laughter filled the air as the twins disentangled themselves, kissed, then fell on the bed on each side of Will. They kissed him together, so passionately that he felt he would suffocate. His mind was spinning, unable to process what had just happened.

He had watched the twins make love before but this time they were making love to him too as they fucked each other. He felt confused, almost as if they had fucked him. They hadn’t, had they? He actually reached down between his legs and stroked his ass with his finger. No, it was intact. He felt a twinge of disappointment, which he immediately suppressed.

The twins, aware of everything, had caught his gesture and Kyle laughed, “No, we kept our promise, Will. For all the tangle of love and lust we never came near your ass because you’ve made it clear that you could never do that. See,” he crossed his heart with his finger, “that rule is etched in granite – Will’s ass is private and always will be.”

“But who cares?” grinned Kevin. “What we just did was sensational – next best thing to actually doing the deed. Your ass is safe with us kiddo.”

They heard a whimper from the corner of the room and Kyle said, “Hey, Norman, get your ass over here.” Norman trotted from his corner to the bed and Kevin hauled him aboard. “Now ain’t this grand,” Kyle said, “all four of us together?”

“Yeah,” Kevin chuckled, fondling Norman, “a bit different from a savage construction-boss fuck in a trailer, eh Will? And rumor has it that you have another get-acquainted before dinner this evening – the obligatory meeting all new boys have with the junior boys.”

“Yeah, I’m a bit nervous about that,” Will said. “Do you think they’ll accept me?”

“Will,” Kyle said. “Bob’s boys are the twins, and the twins’ boy is you. That already gives you a certain status in the tribe. Plus you are cute as a button – and a lot of them will be depending on you in the future to help them cook for their masters, a skill few of them have.”

“Well, sir, I already know Ben, of course, he’s kinda my best friend. I mean, we slept together and sixty-nined. Brandon has been very kind to me, and Finn and Tyler were real friendly when they showed me round their apartment.

"But I’m nervous about the one called Eddie. I really haven’t spoken to him much but Ben tells me he’s the senior junior boy. I guess that makes him the boys’ boss. And they say he is the boy of a big tough Marine Captain. Boys copy their masters, so I’m afraid he’ll be kinda strict, the strong silent type, making rules for everyone.”

The twins exchanged amused looks and Kevin said, “Oh I wouldn’t worry about Eddie, Will. Bossy? Maybe a bit. But silent? Not so much. I don’t think he’ll expect you to do much talking anyway. He usually takes care of that side of things.”

Kyle added, “And I’m sure he’ll take you to their duplex across the street. They all just moved in – Eddie and his Marine Hassan, and Brandon and the Forest Ranger Pete. Lot of uniforms in that house. The Ranger is tall and handsome and crazy about Brandon. Hassan is a big muscular Arab/Asian soldier and Eddie is real proud of him – loves to show him off.”

“Now that’s a house where they’ll probably need you to cook for them often,” Kevin said. “Eddie can’t boil water, and although Brandon’s a decent cook they mostly eat over here. I know they’d like to have family dinners at their place, though, and that’s where you’ll come in. You play your cards right and you might even get to see the Marine and the Ranger fuck, which we hear they do more and more these days down in that playroom they got in their basement.

“And talking of cooking,” Kyle said, “it’s time we got back down to the kitchen. Playtime’s over, kids. Will, you can help us with dinner prep before your meeting with the boys, then come back to us afterwards. Sorry, kiddo, but the daily grind never stops for us chefs.”

Will’s eyes sparkled. “Oh I don’t want it to stop, sir. Any of it. I want it to go on forever.”

Kyle and Kevin kissed him on the cheeks. “That’s our boy,” they said in unison.

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TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength” – Chapter 424