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Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 163 by Rob Williams A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 163 By Rob Williams IN THIS CHAPTER: Adam, the Aussie muscle-stud, has a surprise for Nate. "Adam towered over him, shirtless, stripped down to his black uniform pants, white shorts just visible at the waist. `And now, boy,' the deep voice said, `your ass is mine'." Then Adam confronts Hassan. "They were like two raging stallions, sinews flexed, the shreds of their ripped shirts hanging on their naked chests as they matched muscle against muscle." *************** A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - Chapter 163 ? "Adam Stuns Nate ? Zack and Pablo of course; even Steve and Lloyd ... a real gathering of the clan. Only Darius and Hassan were missing, already at work on their second day of the film shoot in the distant canyon. Nate was relieved that they weren't there. He wasn't sure how he'd react when he saw them again ... he couldn't rid himself of the shocking sight of them lying naked in bed with Darius's dick in the soldier's ass. Fortunately Nate was distracted by work. The twins and Eddie were running energetically back and forth to the kitchen carrying trays of food and Nate joined them. "Glad you could join us, dude," said Kyle. Nate caught the conspiratorial grin that passed between the twins. "What?" he asked in mock bewilderment. But work took over again and it wasn't until they were all sitting at the table with the others that Kyle's curiosity overflowed and he said to Bob, "Sir, I think Nate has a secret hidden away in his room." That comment stopped all conversation dead in its tracks as all eyes turned to Nate. He blushed in the sudden silence but it was clear he was bursting to share some big news. He cleared his throat and said, as calmly as he could, "That's right ... upstairs in my bed is Adam. His plane landed early this morning and he came straight to me and we f..." "... fucked like jack-rabbits," grinned Randy lasciviously. "Glad to see you two are upholding the traditions of the house." "Yes we did, sir," Nate blushed again. "But wait, there's more," Bob laughed, "by the looks of you ... like the cat who ate the canary." "Wasn't a canary he had in his mouth," grinned Pablo. "The thing is," Nate said, raising his voice against their loud kidding, his eyes sparkling. "The thing is ..." it all came out in a rush ... "Adam is going to work at his airline's base here. He's moving to L.A. and, when he's found a place to live he wants me to live with him." There was a stunned silence as they all gazed at Nate who was glowing with pride. Suddenly the silence was broken by a deep Australian voice. "Hey, Nate, turns out I was too wired to sleep so I took a shower." All eyes turned to the house. Striding out of it was Adam, naked except for a towel round his waist. "You got a shirt and shorts I can wear?" The group erupted in a burst of shouts, applause and whistles. Taken aback Adam grinned and bowed slightly, causing the towel to drop from his waist. He caught it and grinned ... "Oh what the hell..." and slung it over his shoulder. The wolf whistles became deafening as they all gazed at the tall, naked, muscular hunk, his deep tan set off by the tan lines above and below the white globes of his ass, his long cock swinging between his legs. "Hey, stud," Randy yelled, come and take a seat. A guy looks like you he don't need clothes. Shove up, kids. As they made room for Adam Bob whispered to Kevin and he ran into the house to get a pair of Bob's shorts for Adam to wear. Meanwhile, there were noisy congratulations and a volley of questions hurled at the Aussie, while Jamie threw his arm round Nate's neck and said, "Wow, dude, that is awesome ... you're gonna live with Adam! ... I'm real happy for you. It'll be way cool when you two to get together with Mark and me." Adam was looking round the table. "Great to see all you guys again. The gang's all here ... except ... where's Darius? Hey Zack, don't tell me you finally kicked his ass out of the house?" Zack laughed. "Nah, he's working with Hassan on that Marines recruitment film they're shooting. Called me last evening ... having a blast, he said. Seems they didn't finish until one in the morning so Hassan took him up to his house and he spent the night there so they could get up first thing and go back to the set. Don't worry, when he comes back this evening he'll `spill all the beans', as he calls it, bombarding us with all the details." Adam's face clouded over imperceptibly. "Not all the details, I bet," he thought to himself. Suddenly it all became clear. Darius had slept the night with Hassan and Nate had surprised them in the morning. And from Nate's reaction there must have been some pretty hot action going on. He bristled and made an effort to stifle his rising anger. At least for now. Breakfast was such a boisterous affair that no one noticed the cloud that passed momentarily across Adam's face. (No one except Bob, that is. He didn't miss a thing.) For the rest of the meal Adam was engulfed in the general good-humor, until at last he said to Nate, "OK, mate, now I'm really starting to feel that jet-lag. I've gotta hit the sack. You coming?" Nate cast an anxious look at the twins, not wanting to leave the clean-up to them, but they grinned and Kyle said, "Hey, dude, your master calls. And when your master calls..." So the two got up and left the table, followed by more wolf whistles and ribald encouragement. Adam grinned and said to Nate. "First we sleep, kid, and later we'll go up to the Mulholland house and rescue your truck that we left there. A quick there-and-back, no hassle." But a slight tremor went through Nate at the thought of that house and what he had seen there. *************** After fucking Nate again Adam finally let jet-lag take its toll and he fell into a deep sleep, with Nate in his arms. But while Adam breathed deeply Nate, without the benefit of jet-lag, could not fall asleep, so he eased himself gently off the bed and went to join Jamie and the other boys. They spent the day talking excitedly Didim Escort about the prospects for the future, and it was not until late afternoon that Nate peeked into the room and saw Adam stirring. He went in and smiled down at him. "Hi," he said shyly as Adam pushed down the sheets and lay there gorgeously naked with a stiff boner. Nate started to unbutton his shorts, saying, "Do you want me to ..." "Of course I do, mate," Adam laughed, "all the time. But we gotta get serious now ... plenty of time for that later. We've got all night ... and all the nights after that when we're living together. But first things first ... we've gotta go and get your truck, and by the time we get back the guys will have dinner ready. I'm starved." He pulled on jeans and boots, and the crumpled white tank he had used to tie Nate's wrist. As they drove up the hill in Adam's car he became serious. "Nate, I just wanna tell you that I worked out what happened ... what you saw that upset you so much. Were they having sex?" Nate shifted uncomfortably. "No, they were asleep but..." his voice cracked "...but Darius's cock was in Hassan's ass." Adam gripped the steering wheel hard and clenched his jaw, and they drove the rest of the way in silence. When they pulled up at the gate Nate's old truck was still there, of course, and he got out of Adam's car and yanked open the truck door. But just then came the sound of another vehicle coming round the bend and screeching to a halt at the gate. Hassan and Darius in the Jeep. Nate's heart started thumping and his instinct was to drive away fast, but he stopped as he saw Adam leap from the car just as Hassan got down from the jeep. He stood rooted to the spot and watched as Adam strode up to the soldier and glared at him, their faces only inches apart. "I wanna talk to you, man," Adam growled. "I know," said Hassan, a note of contrition in his voice. "Nate," Adam said, "you don't have to stay. Go on home and I'll be there shortly." With that, Adam spun round and followed Hassan down the steep path to his guesthouse. Nate was scared about what was going to happen down there, but his immediate concern was Darius, getting down from the Jeep and walking toward him. Nate didn't know what to say ... didn't even know what he felt about Darius ... so Darius took the lead. "Dude, when we saw your truck here this morning we kinda guessed that you had looked in on ... well, on us ... and all ..." His voice faltered. "Jeez, dude, seeing that, you must've ... I dunno, I ... It's just that it was real late and all day we'd been ... oh shit I won't even insult you trying to explain. Dude, I know you're Hassan's boy and ... but I love you, man ... and now I've gone and fucked everything up like I always do. I'm sorry, dude. God, that sounds pathetic, don't it, but ... I'm really sorry dude." Nate gazed at him, the normally funny, mischievous, cocksure young black guy now fidgeting uncomfortably before him, tears in his eyes. And Nate felt sorry for him. He knew how Darius had a habit of fucking up ... but after all was said and done, being in bed with Hassan after a long day with him ... well, what was a horny young stud supposed to do? Maybe Nate wouldn't have felt so generous if he hadn't still been under the spell of Adam's great news, feeling the happiest he had ever felt and wanting his friends to share that happiness with him. But he was feeling generous ... and forgiving. Suddenly he threw his arms round Darius and they embraced in a long tearful hug. Finally Darius pulled back and smiled at Nate, "Dude, you are one hell of a guy. Are they all like that Down Under? I gotta go there someday. Listen, Hassan was gonna drive me back down to the house but maybe I can cadge a lift from you, eh?" Nate thought for a minute and said, "Nah, why don't you take my truck, here's the keys. I'll wait for Adam to drive me home. I kind of wanna make sure everything's OK between him and Hassan. See you at the house." With a last impulsive hug Darius jumped into the truck and sped off down the hill. When he got home he went straight across the street to see Zack. He needed to make a clean breast of everything. So he launched into the story of his weekend ... the part he had played in the movie, the director's praise of him, him taming his arrogant young boss with his monster cock and finally ... the way he had fucked Hassan in bed. He waited nervously for Zack's reaction and was relieved to see a gleaming smile. Zack had felt some resentment at Hassan being so close to Darius, and would have been mad if Hassan had fucked his boy ... but this way round, well, that was different. "Fucking eh, boy," he said, "you showed `em all, uh? I'm real proud of you, kid ... and you deserve a big reward." Zack rewarded him in the time-honored way and the boy's ass was sore for the rest of the day. ************* While the boys were mending fences, though, things were not going nearly so smoothly with Adam and Hassan. When they had walked into Hassan's house the air had a heady mix of testosterone, anger, macho rivalry and ... despite everything ... male sexuality as the two men stared at each other. Hassan was, as usual after a shoot, wearing military fatigues and boots and, stretched over his muscular torso, a khaki tank that had become ragged and sweat-stained after the grueling two-day shoot. Hassan gazed at Adam in jeans and boots and the white tank top, which had also become torn and dirty from being tied round Nate's straining wrist. Both men felt their cocks stiffen and in any other circumstances heavy macho sex would have been the inevitable outcome. But still they were consumed ... with anger on Adam's part, and acute discomfort on Hassan's. It was Hassan who broke the silence. "Nate saw, didn't he? When I saw his truck up at the gate I realized ..." "You hurt him, man," Adam exploded. "You hurt our boy. You swore you would protect him and you hurt him instead. By some miracle of timing I was here to take him in my arms or God knows what he would have done. Nate Didim Escort Bayan is a terrific young guy ...cheerful, honest, trusting ... and you nearly ruined it all for him. What the hell were you thinking, man, or was your dick doing the thinking for you ... or maybe I should say your ass!?" Hassan winced as Adam snarled the last word. He sighed deeply and said, "I have no defense, Adam. It was just that after a long day in ... no ... no explanation either. You're right, I let you down and I was the cause of Nate's misery. You're right to ream me out, man. Go ahead and punish me ... God knows I deserve it." Adam ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "Man, I feel like beating the shit out of you, but ... I just don't understand how ... I mean ... what happened? ... tell me how it happened." Hassan looked him straight in the eye. "OK, first thing I wanna say is that none of this was Darius's fault. Whatever he did ... I told him to do it." "You told him!?" "We were exhausted when we came in and fell right into bed. But I was restless, couldn't rid my mind of ... well, during the day I had secretly watched Darius fuck a young guy with that huge, gorgeous dick of his and I guess I was dreaming about how that would feel. During the night Darius got up to use the bathroom and I was tossing on the bed here." "Show me," Adam said with a hint of menace in his voice. Hassan lay back on the bed and sprawled in a spread-eagled position. "I was only half awake and I saw Darius come out of the bathroom and stand watching me, just where you are now. I saw that long dick and I ... hell, maybe I was half dreaming but I ..." He stretched his arms up to the bedposts and slipped his hands through the loops of cord that were still there, tugging at his wrists as if he were tied tight, writhing on the bed just as he had with Darius. Adam's heart was beating fast as he looked at the spectacular Marine, a true muscle god, his handsome face still streaked with dirt, broad shoulders and bulging biceps straining against the ropes, his magnificent chest flexing under the torn, sweat-stained tank. The sight was wildly erotic, pornographic, and Adam unthinkingly unzipped his jeans, pulled out his stiff cock and began to stroke it. "Then what happened?" he asked. Hassan spoke as if in a trance, transported back to the scene. "I saw the gorgeous black boy standing there, the same boy I had watched earlier fuck that guy with his huge cock. His cock was hard as he came forward and knelt at the foot of the bed." "Like this?" Adam said softly, kneeling between Hassan's legs. "Then what?" "I looked up at the boy and said `Fuck me, boy. Fuck the soldier's ass with that huge black cock. I wanna feel your cock in my ass'." Adam was hypnotized by the lilting voice, by the exquisite, square-jawed, rugged face, begging to get fucked. He quickly ripped open the soldier's fatigues, pulled them down below his knees and pushed his legs up. They hooked over Adam's shoulders, the pants pooling round his boots. Adam stared down at him and took over the narrative. "Then the boy pressed his dick against that hungry ass of yours ... like this. I bet he paused as he stared into those beautiful eyes that were begging him to fuck you. He must've felt his cock throb, then he did this ...! "Aaagh! Aaagh!" The soldier screamed as Adam slammed his cock into his ass. It was like a spike being driven deep inside his body, the sudden pain radiating through him, making his body buck and strain against the ropes, his agonized face thrashing from side to side, his long black hair flying. Adam flashed on Nate's tear-stained face and his anger returned. This was the man who had hurt him. Worse, the man was stunningly beautiful, irresistible ... to Darius, to Nate, to all men ... Adam included! So it was anger, envy, lust and revenge that drove Adam to fuck the Marine savagely, his cock becoming a jackhammer, a piston drilling deep into his ass. And it was just what Hassan needed. He had hurt the boy, and he deserved to be hurt by the master. He endured the pain in his ass to blot out the worse pain of guilt and shame. Impaled on the brutal rod he gazed up at the handsome face and yelled, "Fuck me, man ... fuck my ass ... harder, man ... punish me ... make it hurt. Rip me open, man." Adam fell forward and pressed his hands against Hassan's rock hard chest. As his hips pounded faster he squeezed Hassan's nipples through the thin fabric of the tank, harder and harder, making the soldier scream in pain. Adam ripped the tank away from the nipples and attacked the naked flesh savagely. The pain was now so excruciating that Hassan's only instinct was to make it stop. He yanked hard at the ropes and pulled his wrists free. He grabbed Adams wrists, trying to wrench them apart. But Adam's grip was solid, so Hassan retaliated by making Adam suffer the way he was suffering. He slammed his hands against Adam's chest and squeezed his tits, hearing his scream. He grabbed at the tank, bunched it in his fist and pulled it to shreds so he could work on the bare nipples. They were like two raging stallions, their bodies bucking and heaving as pain speared through them. As the shreds of their shirts hung loose they tortured each other's nipples without mercy. They flexed their pecs hard to brace against the pain, both howling in the heat of combat as they matched muscle against muscle in an agonizing trial of strength. And still the piston continued to drive into Hassan's ass as they both came close to the limit of their endurance. Then suddenly: "NO...Stop ...!" They didn't hear at first. "Please, stop it ... STOP!" Nate's horrified voice shocked them back to sanity. Their hands fell away from each other's chest and Adam's cock became still, buried deep inside Hassan. A stunned silence followed. Nate gazed spellbound at the two men, their bodies heaving, both stripped to the waist except for the shreds of their tanks clinging to their pain-racked chests. The word "revenge" was not even in Nate's vocabulary, Escort Didim but if he had ever sought revenge, this was it, seeing Adam's huge cock inside Hassan's ass, in place of the one that had shocked him so much earlier. Adam jolted back to reality and realized that he had gone further than he ever intended in hurting Hassan, driven not only by anger but by lust and even envy for this impossibly beautiful man. Hassan, recovering from the acute pain in his chest and ass, gazed up at Nate, the boy he had hurt so badly. His eyes begged for forgiveness as he turned his head sideways toward Nate and opened his mouth wide. Instinctively Nate knelt on the bed beside Hassan's face, gazed at him with a slight smile, the smile of forgiveness, and eased his hard cock into the soldier's mouth. As he moved it slowly back and forth Adam matched him with a similar gentle rhythm in Hassan's ass. And this was it, the ultimate poetic justice. Hassan had hurt Nate by begging Darius to fuck him, and now he was being fucked in the ass by the master and in the face by the boy. But it wasn't really justice, or revenge, or submission. No, it was a restoration of harmony between these three men, two masters and a boy, reuniting them in a renewed expression of their mutual love and affection. Nate needed one last act to feel completely whole. "Sirs," he said, "would you cum for me, please? And make me cum? I love you both, you know." And the two masters obeyed their boy. Adam felt his cock bulge inside the soldier's fiery ass, Hassan clenched his throat round the boy's cock ... and only the sound of heavy breathing accompanied the three euphoric orgasms that poured from their cocks, one deep inside Hassan's ass, one in his throat, and his own over his magnificent olive-skinned body. It was really the boy who had restored peace among them ... Nate, whose happiness on this day blazed so bright that it was irresistibly contagious ... to his friend Darius, and to the two men in whose arms he now lay in blissful contentment. **************** Dinner that evening was a joyful clatter of young voices, of "beans being spilled" as Darius laughingly said. They all had a tale to tell, Darius most of all who had the boys' rapt attention as they hung on his every word like kids listening in wide-eyed wonder to a fairy tale. Well, maybe the tale of his adventures with the Marines did contain exaggerations (it was Darius after all), but it was no fairy tale. It actually happened in every erotic detail. Eddie, in particular, gazed in awe at the man he idolized, drawn into the fantasy of Darius as rugged Marine. Pablo too bathed in Darius's reflected glory, knowing that his lover would act out some of these fantasies in bed later that night. And Nate, of course, couldn't stop talking about his day with Adam, the story of Hassan, and above all Adam's move to Los Angeles. Jamie's excited voice chimed in with the day he and Mark had just spent at Jason's house and the delights of being shared all day by a cop and a fireman. The masters listened to the overlapping voices with amused indulgence ... except for Bob whose antennae picked up a certain uneasiness with the twins as they detached themselves from the group and busied themselves with the trappings of dinner. He followed them into the kitchen and watched them work in silence, with slightly pinched faces. "OK, guys, something's up ... you can't fool me. Now sit down, have a drink and tell me..." They obeyed, of course, and gradually it came out, with nudging from Bob. "Was it all the stories the boys told out there? They're real stoked, all of them ... were you, er, envious?" "No, sir," Kyle protested ... "Well, not really. We're really happy for them and everything that's happened. It's just that ... well..." "Just that you didn't have a story to tell, that it? Nothing much happens to you ... Am I right?" The twins exchanged glances and when Kevin spoke for them it all came out in a rush. "Well, sir, we were talking and, well, sometimes it seems that guys we get friendly with are kind of taken over by the other boys. I mean, like, Jason, sir. We were the ones who met him first, and you gave us that great birthday present with him, but now he spends all his time with Mark and Jamie and we never ever even get to talk to him. And, well ..." "Hey," Bob interrupted, "I remember how Jason loved being with you guys ... he went ape-shit over you ... he still talks about it. You want to see more of him? No problem, I know he'd jump at the chance. Come to think of it, it's time you got out of this kitchen more often." He thought for a minute, then said. "Listen, I didn't want to jump the gun on this but I may as well tell you now. Jason has told me he wants to give a party at his house soon, his way of saying thanks to all of us. He's inviting everyone ... us, Steve, Lloyd, Hassan, and now Adam too. "Anyway, it'll be a big affair and he told me he can't do it himself so he's going to hire caterers. Well, I said why not keep it in house? Seems to me you two are the best caterers in town and if you took on Nate and Eddie as cater-waiters you could handle it. Now, it would take a lot of planning with Jason. You'd have to spend a couple of days there, getting used to the kitchen and his setup, working close to him as he explains what he needs. I think you could handle it ... if you want the job, that is." Their shining eyes answered for them. A couple of days with Jason, the gorgeous fireman who had been their birthday present, the man the twins had mesmerized by making love together while he watched. Their minds were racing ... and not only with plans for food. They had something else in mind entirely. ******************* TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" ? Chapter 164 Hey guys, this is Rob Williams. I hope that chapter got you off, and I welcome your comments and suggestions, which can be very helpful in planning future chapters. E-mail me in confidence at rw6789@aol. I always reply. ALSO, I urge you to visit my Web-site gth. You can read the whole story, all the many chapters, with extras, including pictures and biographies of all the characters and some other great artwork. Click on the `Our Story' tab to read the current chapter, or click on the green button to browse all the chapter synopses. Enjoy! Rob Williams