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Subject: A Trial Of Strength - Part 94 by Rob Williams A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 94 By Rob Williams IN THIS CHAPTER: "So this is it, mother-fucker .... we meet at last." Randy confronts the spectacular Hassan and takes brutal revenge on the man who once tortured and abused Mark. "Let's see how tough you are, stud. Now it's just us ... man to man." The homoerotic trial of strength climaxes when the chained, broken Hassan sees a new arrival. "From the depths of his despair and degradation came a sob of recognition ... "Mark!" ************** As always, guys, I welcome your comments and suggestions. They can be very helpful in planning future chapters. E-mail me at rw6789@aol. ALSO, I urge you to visit my Web-site gth. You can read the whole story, all the many chapters, with extras, including some great artwork. Click on the Our Story tab to read it chapter by chapter. Then click on the `Support' tab, go to the `Contact Us' page and send me your comments and story ideas. Enjoy! ***************** A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - Chapter 94 ? "Randy he was spread-eagled so tightly that he couldn't move, couldn't shield his body from the whip. Time and again he felt the searing pain of the whip, across his chest, his shoulders, his flexed stomach and his thighs. Then Randy walked round to the back and began applying the belt to his ass. Jesus, that ass... two perfect white globes bouncing under the repeated lash of the belt. Hassan's desperate screams were drowned by the roar of the freeway overhead. Suddenly Randy stopped and gazed at the ass, now striped red. He was moving on instinct now. It was no longer anger, no longer revenge ... it was pure, animal lust. He went round to the front and pressed his body against Hassan's, his eyes staring at him like lasers. He reached behind him and cupped his hands round the mounds of his ravaged ass. "You have a magnificent ass, Hassan. You are a gorgeous man. And you know what you want now, don't you?" Hassan gazed at him, hypnotized by his eyes, and stammered, "Yes, sir. You have fought me ... beaten me. You have tortured my balls ... stretched and thrashed my body. You have broken me. You are magnificent. And now..." "Now ...?" "Now I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me, fuck my ass." Randy smiled. "You knew it would come to that. Right from the start, Hassan, you knew it would come to that. You knew I would own your ass." There was no more to be said. The sight of the bound and helpless bodybuilder had made Randy's cock rock hard. Standing behind him he pressed the head between the cheeks of his ass. He breathed in his ear, "This is the way one male claims ownership of another, Hassan. Now I am your master." The scream shattered the air as Hassan felt the huge rod enter his ass and plunge deep inside his gut. His face flew from side to side, but his spread-eagled body was bound tight and Diyarbakır Escort he had no way of avoiding the pain of the piston ramming inside him. Hassan's breathing was ragged and sweat poured down his gleaming body. The pain in his ass spread through his entire body, setting it on fire until ... until it was no longer pain, but the carnal heat of animal desire. This beautiful man was inside him, ravaging his ass, possessing him. He had never felt such overwhelming strength. He was alive, wanted more ... more pain. "Oh man," he groaned. "Yeah, fuck my ass, sir. It feels incredible. Harder, man. Fuck me harder. Own my ass!" Randy was blown away by the furnace-heat of the man's ass and by the desperate yearning in his voice. A feeling of supreme power raged through Randy's body as he pounded the man harder than he had ever fucked anyone. This was his triumph, he was breaking this beautiful stallion, taming him, claiming ownership. He was supreme, the master, and he yelled like a warrior as his cock exploded deep inside the man's body. Hassan screamed as he felt Randy's cum pour inside him, felt his own cock blast a stream of juice high in the air and watched it splash into the mud at his feet. For a few seconds everything went black. As he slowly regained consciousness he sensed Randy standing before him. He opened his eyes and found himself staring mesmerized into the swarthy demon face of the man who had possessed him. He was in a trance. "Who are you?" he groaned. "What are you?" "You should know by now, Hassan. I am your master. Tell me, man. Say it." Hassan stared into the steely blue eyes. "I submit, sir. You are my master. You are the best." ************** "Dude!" Darius's voice on his cell phone was conspiratorial. "You are never gonna believe what's going down, here at the site." There was no way he could stop himself sharing this with Pablo. "It's awesome, dude. I met this guy at the gym, the muscle-god of all time ... gorgeous. And for some reason Randy hates him ... he's torturing him big time. I've never seen the boss like this. And you should see the guy ... that body ... spread-eagled. Name's Hassan." "Never heard of him," said Pablo. Darius had no idea that he was starting a ball rolling ... probably would have loved the idea. He and Pablo had never been told the war story of Mark and Hassan. But Jamie had ... and he was standing next to Pablo as he shut off his phone. "I love that guy to death," Pablo said, "but hell, his fantasies. The latest one has Randy torturing some gorgeous guy down at the site. Even claims to know his name... ever heard of Hassan?" He was surprised at the effect the name had on Jamie. His eyes opened wide with shock and he picked up his cell phone and hit the speed dial. Jamie knew that Mark was just finishing his shift. He had to warn him... *************** Diyarbakır Escort Bayan Darius had put his phone away and had picked up the camera when he heard Randy's voice. "Hey, punk. Get your ass in here." Busted! ... the boss knew he was watching. He scrambled down from the trestle, rushed round to the gate and came in. He stared in awe at the naked figure of the broken soldier, still tightly spread-eagled. "Hassan," Randy said with obvious enjoyment. "You know my friend Darius of course. Spent time with him at the gym, apparently. But, unless you've seen him in the shower, there's one thing you don't know about him. I call it my secret weapon. Show him, kid." Darius knew exactly what he meant. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his black cock and let it hang free ... all ten inches of it. As he gazed at the erotic sight of the bund muscle-stud, body striped with the marks of the belt, his huge cock grew rigid and stood straight out, pointing at Hassan. Hassan stared at the massive pole in awe and fear. Surely not ... there was no way ... He turned his eyes to Randy. "No, man. Not that. I've never seen such a ... I couldn't take it ... please, sir. I can't." Randy ignored him. "You know what to do, punk. He's all yours." Darius was in dreamland. The boss was ordering him to ... did he mean it? This man he had drooled over. He walked behind him and stared at the perfect ass, striped red from his beating. Oh, man, this was the chance of a lifetime. He put the head of his cock against the ass and looked over Hassan's shoulder at Randy, waiting for his nod of approval. Randy came close to Hassan and pressed their chests together. Their eyes were inches apart. "There's something you have to know, Hassan. I am the boss. Every man I live with has submitted to me before he was accepted into the house. And when I say submit, I don't mean with words ... too easy. I mean they've shown me. And so will you, stud. See, I can make any man cum without touching himself. You will keep looking into my eyes and you will perform the ultimate act of submission." He glanced at Darius. "OK, kid, do it." Hassan again found strength in Randy's steady blue eyes. They hypnotized him, so that when he felt the long, stiff pole pushing into his ass, inch by painful inch, he didn't scream. The pain in his body was intense, but he knew he had to endure it. This was his ultimate trial of strength ... and he wanted to prove to this extraordinary man that he could take the pain. Randy talked him through it. "I know how it feels, man. I took it once ... every last inch. It's gonna reach deeper inside you than anything you've ever felt. God you have a beautiful face. Those fucking eyes! Now look at me ... Feel the pain in your ass and know that I'm doing it to you. I know you just shot your load for me, but now you have to do Escort Diyarbakır it again. Look at me." Hassan felt the huge shaft pull all the way out then pierce his ass again. It was like a relentless piston ripping into him. The pain was intense, but he could ease it by looking at the stunning face before him. He saw his reflection in the blue eyes ... he was swimming in them. He had to prove himself to him ... prove that he was man enough to submit. Randy pressed hard against him and felt Hassan's cock crushed between their stomachs. "You feel that, Hassan? You feel the pain in your ass? Now you know what you have to do. You know I've broken you. You know you have to submit. Show me. Let me feel your juice on my body. Look at me Hassan. Look at your master ..." Hassan was hypnotized. He felt himself drowning in the intensity of the man's gaze, felt the searing pain in his ass. And finally he knew, as never before, the sensation of true, abject submission. "Yes, sir," he breathed. "You've beaten me. I submit to you, sir. I will show you. Here it comes." His body shuddered and his cock blasted a hot stream of cum between their bodies. Randy smiled as he felt the sticky liquid joining their bodies together. He had won ... as he always did. Darius was aware that something remarkable had happened and shot his own load deep inside the glorious man. The feeling was intense, but soon he became nervous at what would come next and he pulled out. Randy pulled back too and gazed at the broken man. "The final act," he said. "I'm going to urinate on that glorious body. Do you want that, Hassan?" "Yes, sir. Please, sir. Piss on me." There was a pause, then Hassan watched the stream of piss blast from Randy's cock, felt the hot, rancid liquid pouring over his face, his chest, his entire naked body. "Thank you, sir," he whispered and hung his head in defeat and humiliation. There was a long, silence. Nothing moved. Then suddenly the stillness was shattered by the crash of the gate bursting open. Randy turned and saw ... Mark!. After Jamie's phone call the cop had come straight from his shift, and now he stood there in full police uniform, black shirt unbuttoned half way, still wearing his motorcycle helmet. He stood stock still in disbelief at the sight before him ... a spectacular naked man, bound, spread-eagled, his gleaming muscles striped with the obvious marks a whip. "Welcome," Randy said. "Good to see you, buddy. Here, I believe you know this guy from the past." He grabbed Hassan's hair and pulled his face up ... the face of a broken man, streaming with sweat and piss. He held the head up as Hassan opened his eyes and tried to focus. Gradually the image became clear ... a stunning uniformed cop, standing legs astride. He saw the cop reach up and remove his helmet, then run his hand through his tangled blonde hair. He was beautiful, magnificent. Hanging in chained humiliation, Hassan opened his eyes wide and he took a sharp intake of breath. Tears streamed down his face. From the depths of his despair and degradation came a pitiful sob of recognition. "Mark!" ****************** TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength ... Part 95"