A Trial of Strength

By moc.loa@9876wr

Published on Sep 25, 2019

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A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 484 By Rob Williams

Chapter 484 – "RYAN'S ULTIMATE SURRENDER"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

In a remote beach shack the handsome muscular Darius and the new Thai boy Ryan probe the depths of their feelings for each other. Sexually innocent Ryan emerges from his shell and indulges his lust for the man he idolizes. He loses his fear of Darius's huge cock and discovers the thrill of being tied up at the mercy of the dominant black construction worker, who growls, "I want that ass, boy. I wanna be the first." ___________________________________________________________________

IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER

It started as a hands-off buddy friendship, although they both secretly wanted more. Ryan was a 19-yeard old Thai boy recently hired as an office assistant for the tribe's growing Construction Company. He fitted in well as a computer whiz but he could not hide the major crush he had on Darius, the macho young black foreman on the construction site.

Trouble was, Ryan was an inexperienced rookie when it came to sex, while Darius was, like the other men and boys of the tribe, highly sexual, famous for his huge ten-inch cock. There was early talk of Ryan becoming Darius's boy but that was premature as Ryan was sure he could never satisfy Darius sexually.

But the desire was there in man and boy and Darius invited Ryan to spend a weekend with him in his beach shack up the California coast in the remote Guadalupe Dunes. They set off in Darius's truck and, sitting excitedly next to the man he idolized, Ryan tried to obey his own no-touch rule. But at last he plucked up the courage to say, "Sir, buddies touch each other, don't they? I know I said no touching but that's a bit silly don't you think?"

"Glad to hear you say that, kid. So go ahead and touch." Ryan's hand slowly crept over to Darius and rested lightly on his bare thigh."

After that ice-breaker they relaxed with each other and even got onto the subject of butt-fucking, a subject previously taboo with Ryan, knowing he could never, ever, take Darius's massive cock in his ass – totally unthinkable. But he was curious enough to ask, "Sir, why do so many guys do it? I mean, what does it feel like to fuck?"

"Oh damn, you're asking what it feels like to fuck a guy? It's so incredible it's hard to describe, you just have to do it." He mentioned two men of the tribe – the cop Mark and his boy Jamie – who, when they came up here, pulled off the road onto a deserted patch of scrub where Mark pulled down his truck's tailgate and fucked Jamie on it.

Such sexual talk roused them both and Darius pulled off the road at that same location so they could at least jerk off looking at each other. Darius sat on the tailboard to demonstrate what Jamie always did, which only increased their sexual heat. And in a role reversal that stunned them both Ryan ended up pushing his cock in the muscle-jock's ass and they both blasted their pent-up loads in an explosive dual climax.

When it was over Darius laughed, "You wanted to know how it feels, kid. So now you know. Like I said, you can't describe it – you have to feel it. And you just did ... hell yes."

Ryan was dazed, with a mix of elation, confusion and fear of what this all meant. Darius answered that one for him. "Don't worry, kid. Like I said, just two buddies having fun – in the back of a truck in the middle of nowhere." He was deliberately making light of what had happened. Taking it one step at a time he didn't want Ryan to leap to wild conclusions that could be dashed later.

With only occasional small talk the rest of the way they finally drove into the small town of Guadalupe, took the narrow road out to the dunes, then the sandy track behind the dunes until they pulled up behind the shack. "We'll unload later, kiddo. I want you to see the beach."

They walked round the shack and stopped. "Wow," Ryan said, gazing at the long expanse of deserted beach that stretched in each direction and disappeared in the far distance in a haze of spray mist. "It's so beautiful, sir."

"And so are you, kid," Darius grinned. "Come on, let's wash off the dust of the road in the waves. Barefoot in board shorts they ran down the beach and romped in the surf for a while, then went back up to the shack. Darius got the cooler from the truck and they sat together on a bench on the porch sipping beer.

Darius put his arm over Ryan's shoulder and the boy snuggled close, resting his head against Darius's neck. For a while they were both silent with their thoughts, surrendering themselves to the serenity of this enchanted place, with the sound of the surf, the breeze rustling the dune grass, and the cries of the inquisitive seagulls whirling overhead.

Both were thinking of what had happened on the truck. Ryan knew that it was a role reversal of what usually happens and was scared that he might be expected to reciprocate and submit his ass. Reading his thoughts Darius reassured him.

"What happened back there was great kiddo but, like I said, it was just two good buddies getting their rocks off. There is no way that's gonna happen to you. Never gonna happen, OK?"

"Thank you, sir."

"We've got a long way to go, kid, you and me – one step at a time. We'll just kick back and see what happens this weekend, OK?" Then he laughed. "But we sure put the kibosh on that no-touch bullshit didn't we? I like the feel of you here nestled against me."

"Me too, sir. I think this is the happiest I have ever been in my life."

********************* CHAPTER 483 *********************

SHACK STORIES

On the porch of the shack, with the soothing sounds of surf and breeze-blown dune grass in their ears, Darius and Ryan let time and the world slip sideways. It was just the two of them, dozing together, watching the ocean through flickering, half-closed eyes.

All the turmoil of the past and uncertainty of the future paled into insignificance in the harmony of the present moment. Everything seemed possible, happiness seemed inevitable. Ryan's thoughts eventually drifted to his friend, the young chef Will, no doubt even now working away in his kitchen. Which made Ryan raise his head off Darius's chest and ask, "Are you hungry, sir?"

"Starving," Darius murmured, keeping his eyes closed but flashing a gleaming smile.

"Let me cook you something, sir. Well, not cook exactly, but Will packed up a bunch of dishes that he said just needed warming up."

"So, you wanna `warm up' lunch for us?"

"Yes please, sir."

Darius finally stirred, opened his eyes and yawned. "I guess we should unload our gear from the truck. Hell, you ain't even seen inside the shack yet." Lazily he disentangled himself from Ryan and pulled himself to his feet. He pulled his keys from his pocket, unlocked the door and Ryan followed him inside.

"Whew, this place stinks, been shut up too long." Darius pulled up the blinds and opened several windows. The fresh sea breeze wafted in and they looked around at the untidy living room and the adjoining bedroom, the bed littered with crumpled sheets, clothes and underwear.

"Damn, Zack always leaves the place a mess when he comes here. You know years ago he was living here after he broke up with his wife. He was freaked out `cos he had had sex with a guy for the first time. It was just a one off and they hadn't even exchanged names but Zack couldn't get the guy out of his mind. Fast forward to today and he's living with the guy as lovers, that handsome Hispanic hunk Miguel who you've met.

"When did Zack join the tribe, sir?"

"Ah that's quite a story. He was living here like I said, and up the beach Mark had his own shack where he was staying with Jamie and a bunch of the younger boys. The boys got into trouble fooling around in a boat, lost the oars and got caught in a rip current so Mark swam out and towed them to shore. It was a massive effort and he eventually washed up half drowned.

"Then this fantasy of a big muscular black guy came out of nowhere, gave Mark the kiss of life, told the kids they should be more careful, and then left as suddenly as he had appeared. Well one thing led to another and him and Mark are now buddies and two of the tribe's senior men, and I'm Zack's boy, or his man as he calls me.

"Dammit, kid, I could get lost in all these stories of the tribe but we gotta get this place cleaned up ... and I'm still fucking starved."

"Don't worry, sir, I'll take care of all that while you unload the truck."

As Ryan got to work straightening up the bedroom Darius smiled, "Hey, looks like I chose the right kid to bring with me."


DARIUS IN LOVE

While Darius was round the back unloading the surfboards and gear from the truck Ryan got to work on the bed. As he gathered together all Zack's dirty clothes – T-shirts, tank-tops, boxer shorts and jock-straps – his cock got hard. He even sniffed some of the clothes and imagined Darius's macho black master wearing them. He wrapped them in the sheets and threw it all in the laundry basket. He knew Darius had brought fresh sheets and towels from home.

As he stripped the bed Ryan noticed for the first time the ropes hanging loose round the bedposts. He had seen the same thing in the bedroom Darius shared with Pablo and he knew what they were for. Darius had told him that sometimes before he fucks his lover Pablo he ties his wrists to the bed, like a prisoner. And a few days ago, when Ryan had shared Darius's bed that first time, Darius had jerked off over him and Ryan had gripped the bedposts hard, fantasizing that he too was Darius's captive.

So the sight of the ropes here didn't scare him. By now he had absolute faith that Darius would never hurt him or make him do anything against his will. He would certainly never really tie him up. Even so, the sight of the ropes made the bulge in his board shorts even harder.

Even with these distractions it didn't take long before Ryan had put the small shack to rights, and Darius had brought in their gear and Will's bags of food. "OK, sir, now for lunch," Ryan said. "You just sit there and relax and leave everything to me. I been helping Will a lot in the kitchen back home and he kinda made me an honorary chef. He even gave me this."

Ryan pulled from his backpack a dark green apron like the ones the twins and Will wore in their kitchen, and put it on, with only his board shorts underneath. Following Ryan's orders Darius sat in a chair at a small table. He had a full view of the kitchen and watched in amusement as Ryan took over. He pulled from the cooler a bottle of wine, found a glass and took them to Darius. He smiled at him as he poured the wine, then went back to the kitchen.

Darius smiled watching Ryan take out the food packets and read the labels Will had put on them. Concentrating hard he frowned, then made his choice and turned on the oven. While the dish was warming up he looked for plates, glasses and cutlery, hesitating a lot, alternating between frowns of uncertainty and smiles of discovery.

All of this Darius watched – and his eyes grew moist. "Oh fuck," he murmured to himself. "Oh fuck." The boy was adorable in his odd combination of board shorts and apron, trying hard to look professional – an honorary chef – and working so hard to please him, to produce a meal he would enjoy. Darius was feeling emotions he had never experienced before.

Of course he had felt love and lust many times, but this was different from the love he felt, for example, for his master Zack and his boyfriend Pablo. It was ... a new kind of love. It wasn't sexual – well, it was, but it was much more than that. The boy moved him beyond words, As he watched him work in the kitchen he wanted to jump up and put his arms round him, tell him not to worry – never to worry ever again because he would always be there to protect him.

He recalled the shy, tongue-tied young Thai boy he had first met, then how that same kid had blossomed into a confident, articulate young man when explaining computer programs to the inspectors at the construction site – men three times his age.

He thought of the fumbling, embarrassed sexual efforts of this inexperienced rookie and of his wide-eyed joy of discovery when he got it right. But most of all he thought of those soft almond-shaped eyes gazing at him, worshiping him – yes it was hero worship, and it scared Darius a bit.

This crescendo of new, half-understood emotions welled up in Darius and he went to the kitchen where Ryan was concentrating on his task at the counter. He stood behind him, pressed against him and wrapped his arms round his waist. He kissed the back of Ryan's neck and whispered in his ear, "It feels so good being here with you, kiddo. We're gonna have a great time. Come here." Gently he turned him round, put his hand behind his head and pulled him into a long tender kiss.

When at last they separated Ryan's eyes were sparkling and his dick hard in his shorts under the apron. But he was not, like before, stunned into silence. By now he was so relaxed he could even tease Darius. "Thank you sir. But Will has a rule that when he is working in the kitchen he must not be distracted. And you, sir, are a major distraction so, as honorary chef, I have to ask you to leave the kitchen."

Darius saluted. "Yes sir, mister honorary chef, sir. I know when I'm not wanted."

"Oh sir, I didn't mean that ...I mean you are wanted, I want you sir. I was just ..."

Darius laughed. "See I knew you couldn't keep it up. Never tease a teaser, kid. I wrote the book on it – I can drive Zack and Pablo crazy. If we're gonna live together you gotta get used to my funky sense of humor, kiddo."

Darius ruffled the boy's hair and went out to set up a table on the porch. Ryan went back to work smiling to himself. `If we're gonna live together' ... hmmm."


FEAR TURNS TO LUST

A few minutes later they sat facing each other across the table on the porch eating Will's reheated tuna casserole and drinking ice tea. Darius had decreed, "No more alcohol for now if we're going surfing. After lunch we'll hang out here for a while then hit the waves – see how much you remember from your years in Thailand."

"I haven't surfed for over five years, sir, so I'll prob'ly be a bit wobbly, sir. I'll need you to stay close to me."

"Oh I think I'm gonna be staying close to you a whole lot from now on, kid."

The boy wasn't quite sure what that meant but it sounded good. For the rest of the meal Ryan talked about his early life in Thailand. All traces of shyness had gone and Darius could now at last see the true Ryan, chatting away with the exuberance and sparkle of youth. As he listened, Darius smiled at the boy with growing affection – and a growing boner in his shorts.

When they had eaten their fill Ryan insisted on clearing away the dishes and tidying the kitchen. "Will says you should always clean up the kitchen after each meal so it'll be ready for the next."

"And Will is the expert on kitchens," Darius grinned, "so you better do what he says. Me I'm gonna spread out on that chaise on the sand and snooze a bit before we go jump in the surf."

Ryan loved the idea of serving Darius. It made hm feel more like his boy, although he had sadly accepted the fact that he could not really be his boy as he couldn't satisfy him sexually as a boy was supposed to. The thing that scared him most was Darius's massive black cock.

But he was thrilled to be here with him and he happily washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen counters and floors. It was a labor of love.

It was a good half-hour before he went out to rejoin Darius, who by this time was asleep, sprawled on a chaise on the sand in front of the shack. Ryan realized that Darius labored hard on the construction site all week and used the weekends to relax catch up on his sleep. He had spread a big blanket on the sand in front of the chaise and it was there that Ryan lay on his back propped up on his elbows gazing at the sleeping black muscle-jock.

Wearing only his board shorts his muscular limbs were splayed lazily on the chaise, legs apart, arms lying stretched up above his head. He looked stunning, his eyes closed, breathing deeply, snoring softly, his muscles gleaming with sweat in the sun. He had loosened his shorts and they lay damply over his hips and upper thighs, a tuft of black pubic hair just visible above the waist.

Most obvious was the long, thick cock bulging under the shorts stretching ten inches down his thigh almost to the bottom of the shorts. Ryan found himself fixated on that long bulge. His gaze had roamed over the handsome, chiseled face, the magnificent chest, ripped abs and slim waist but now he couldn't tear his eyes away from the bulge.

It scared him, but the fear only heightened his lust. Darius was a macho alpha male but Ryan understood that it was that huge cock that defined his manhood. He had watched while Darius had buried the long shaft in Pablo's ass, then stroked it and sprayed his jizz in the handsome Mestizo face. Ryan had later lain in bed staring up at Darius as he wrapped both fists round his cock and pounded it until it splashed semen down onto Ryan's naked body.

Ryan wanted his cock now ... but didn't know how exactly – not in his ass certainly, nor down his throat. But he wanted it so bad. As he watched, Darius grunted in his sleep, sighed deeply and scooted lower in the chaise, which made his shorts scrunch up his thighs ... and pull back from the exposed head of his cock.

Ryan gazed at it mesmerized. The head was big and hard and a filmy liquid oozed drops that Ryan knew was called pre-cum. He waited to make sure that Darius was sound asleep, then moved silently over the blanket towards him, his eyes fixed on the bulbous head of his cock poking from the bottom of his board shorts.

The fact that Darius was asleep made Ryan bolder as he could do what he wanted to, provided he didn't wake. Ryan's face was poised over the faded brown shorts and he carefully licked the bulge in them lightly from top to bottom, feeling it stir under the thin fabric. When he got to the bottom he hesitated and looked up at Darius's face. Still sleeping.

By now Ryan was intoxicated by the cock, especially the head, and flicked out his tongue. It touched the hole and he tasted the bitter-sweet taste of the pre-cum, drawing it out in a long gossamer strand. He kissed the head slightly and the intensely intimate act of touching the flesh with his tongue almost made him cream his own shorts.

Now he had to see the whole length of the cock, and threw caution to the winds. He could always draw back suddenly if Darius showed signs of waking. Could he do it? The shorts had been loosened and the waist was already down almost to his pubic hair. So, ever-so-gently, he touched the waistband and pulled it downward. The thin fabric slid easily, down over the slim hips, exposing the cock inch by inch by inch.

Several times he froze when Darius stirred, and waited until the heavy breathing resumed. Then at last the cock was almost exposed. A few last almost imperceptible tugs and it cleared the head. The whole naked cock now lay semi-hard against his thigh.

Ryan pulled back and stared at the long, thick shaft that had always scared him. But now fear was replaced by lust. He finally understood what lust meant ... different from love, more physical, more sexual. He didn't love' Darius's cock, he wanted' it, wanted to taste it ... wanted that head in his mouth.

He lowered his face again, down to Darius's thigh. He put his lips against the head of the cock, opened his mouth and slowly eased it gently over the head until it was inside his mouth. He didn't dare to purse his lips for fear of waking him.

In fact Darius was already half awake. In his sleep he had been dimly conscious of a sensation stirring his cock, like the start of a wet dream. As he slowly emerged from sleep he was faintly aware of a tongue running down his cock and then of warmth around the head – a mouth. His eyes opened slightly and he had a blurred vision of the boy's almond-shaped eyes, the eager face, and the mouth round the head of his cock.

He closed his eyes again. He loved this, the intimacy, the warmth of this sweet boy making love to his cock. So he stayed still, his eyes barely open, feigning sleep, and let the boy do his work. It was not so much the physical sensation as the very notion of this boy at last overcoming the fear of his cock and taking it in his mouth that excited Darius so much and made his cock stiffen.

Ryan listened and still heard heavy breathing so he felt safe. Getting used to the cock's head in his mouth he ventured a bit farther, drawing another inch in his mouth. He wasn't a complete novice at this. He had already sucked Will's cock and one of the twins so he remembered to breathe through his nose and to keep his teeth out of the way. Even so, just the head and an inch more of the huge cock filled his mouth and made his jaw ache, and he thought he would choke or suffocate.

He was about to pull back when he heard a sharp intake of breath. Darius groaned loudly his cock swelled in the boy's mouth and spurted warm liquid down his throat. Instinctively Ryan swallowed hard and realized he was drinking the juice of the man he worshipped. He managed not to gag and gulped desperately until at last the stream of semen slowed down.

He felt Darius's hands under his armpits pulling him up over him, his mouth sliding off his cock. Darius wrapped his hand behind the boy's head and pulled him into a long passionate kiss where they shared cum from mouth to mouth in an act so intimate that Ryan felt his cock erupt with semen that lubricated their bodies as they churned against each other.


WIPEOUT

They lay together in silence for long minutes to let their breathing and heartbeats subside. At last Darius grinned, "You sucked my cock, kiddo."

"But not all the way, sir."

"Of course not all the way. Even Pablo took years before he could swallow it all. It'll take you years too."

"Do we have years, sir?"

"I'm starting to think maybe we do, kid. Time will tell. But right now we gotta clean ourselves up and there's one sure way to do that." Darius rolled them over and leapt to his feet. He pulled up his shorts, tied the drawstring, then grabbed Ryan's hand and pulled him up.

"OK kiddo the moment of truth. Let's wax the boards and hit the surf and see how rusty you are. I go surfing with Jamie whenever I have time so I'm pretty good and I'll take care of you" That promise was soon to be put to the test.

With the newly waxed boards under their arms they ran across the beach, threw the boards in the shallow water, launched themselves on them and paddled out to where the waves broke. As they sat astride the boards facing the shore waiting for the next swell Darius grinned at him. "Happy kiddo?"

Ryan smiled, "Like I heard Will say once, `happy as a clam at high tide' sir."

"Well, it's high tide but you ain't no clam, dude." He glanced behind him. "Here comes the first wave ... let's see what you got."

The sea rose and at just the right moment they jumped up on their boards. Ryan rode on the swell for a few seconds but lost his balance and plunged in. Darius abandoned his ride, dived off the board and swam over to Ryan as he surfaced, coughing. Darius supported him as they treaded water. "You OK, kid?"

"Yes, sir, especially now you're here. I made a mistake, I know what it was. I forgot my balance technique. I'll do it right next time."

And he did. He rode the next wave a few feet away from Darius and laughed excitedly as they sped side by side to the shore. They skidded on the sand, Darius stepped of his board and launched himself at Ryan, knocking them both over into the shallow surf. As they rolled over in the water Darius kissed the boy and laughed "This is so cool, dude, being here with you. Race you back out there – loser gets fucked."

It was a throw-away line that the boys often used as a joke. It meant little but it was a jarring note for Ryan, reminding him the big impediment to ever becoming Darius's boy. Darius knew he had said the wrong thing as soon as the words were out of his mouth. As they paddled out he shouted across to Ryan, "Sorry, dude, just kidding – dumb joke. Me and my big mouth."

The moment passed and from then on they had fun, riding wave after wave, showing off to each other and laughing a whole lot. They stayed out a long time, maybe too long as this was Ryan's first time in years. Then the decision to quit was made for them.

It was a medium-size wave and Ryan took it gracefully at first skimming over the top of the wave. Exhilarated he looked over to Darius and laughed ... and lost his concentration. He wobbled, failed to regain his balance and toppled off the board. It wasn't a bad wipeout as the water by now was not deep, but as he tumbled to shore so did his board – and the edge struck him on the forehead.

Sensing an emergency Darius plunged off his board and swam strongly toward the body rolling limply in the surf. He grabbed him and held his head above the surface. "You OK, kid?" But his eyes was closed and there was no response. "Shit," Darius murmured. "Oh shit."

He scooped Ryan up in his arms and strode quickly up the beach to the shack where he laid him gently on the bed. He put his fingers in his mouth and felt no water. "Good". Then he laid his face on his chest which rose and fell with regular shallow breathing. Good, it seemed like just a mild concussion. Blood was running down his forehead from a small cut so Darius got a wet face cloth from the bathroom and pressed it gently on the cut.

Then he watched and waited.


"WAKE UP, SLEEPING BEAUTY"

Like all the boys Darius had learned from the cop Mark how to do rescue breathing – the kiss of life. It wasn't necessary here as the boy was breathing on his own – but his breaths were shallow and his eyes were closed. Darius frowned. Maybe the kiss of life wasn't needed – but a kiss wouldn't hurt none. He leaned down, clamped his open mouth over Ryan's and breathed in, sharing the boy's breaths and gradually making them deeper.

He pulled off and was relieved to see the boy's eyes flicker. "Hey, wake up sleeping beauty." The almond eyes opened for a second, then closed. Darius kissed him again ... and felt Ryan's tongue push into his mouth. Darius tongued him for a moment, then pulled back and grinned, "Are you faking this, kid?"

"Not really, sir," Ryan said weakly. "It really does help when you kiss me." So Darius kissed him again and Ryan stirred. "Damn, you gave me a scare kiddo," Darius said, "seeing your limp body being tossed in the waves. Rest easy now and I'll take care of that cut." He got a glass of water and the first-aid kit. He dabbed hydrogen peroxide on the small cut and covered it with a Band-Aid. He put his arm under his shoulders, pulled his back off the bed and made him drink.

"Now you gotta rest, kiddo, to prevent shock."

Ryan looked up at the anxious green eyes set in the dark, sculpted features, and felt the muscular arm behind him, lowering him back on the bed. "Thank you, sir, I'm feeling OK now thanks to you. It was dumb of me to fall off that board, I could a' drowned. You saved me."

"That's what I'm here for, boy, to protect you. Here, let me get those wet shorts off you and cover you up." He tugged at his board shorts and as they slid off his cock sprang up rock hard.

"Damn," Darius laughed, "You bounce back fast, kid. You fall off your board, knock yourself out, nearly drown, and here you are with your cock standing up stiff and proud as a flagpole."

"That's because you kissed me, sir."

"Oh is it? Well maybe we should see if all systems are still working eh kid?"

"I think so, sir."

Darius knelt by the bed muttering, "Hell, I should never have let you discover sex. Now you have there's no stopping you. I guess you've gotta catch up on all those no-touch years, eh? But, I gotta say, kiddo," he smiled, "that is one pretty cock." He bent his head and smoothly lowered over the cock all the way down to the curly black pubic hair.

Ryan gasped, "Oh, sir. I think all my systems are working just fine." He looked down at the handsome face and could hardly believe that was his own cock disappearing into his mouth. Of course Darius was an expert from way back and gave Ryan the full treatment.

Pursing his lips he pulled back, as if drawing the boy's jizz up his cock, then plunged down again so the head of the cock was buried deep in the back of his throat. Then Darius teased him ... he alternately clenched his throat muscles round the cock then opened his mouth and breathed warm air over it. Several times he brought him to the brink of orgasm before pulling all the way off, pausing, and starting the treatment again.

Driven wild Ryan impulsively stretched his arms up and surprised Darius by grabbing the bed posts right where the ropes were hanging round them. Ryan had done the same thing a few days ago when Darius had first jerked off over him. He had said then, `Imagine if you were tied like that right now kid, with a black muscle-stud towering over you. He's got you captive, you belong to him. Nothing you can do but obey'.

That had excited Ryan then and Darius knew now that he was again fantasizing on being in his power and at his mercy. Darius played into his fantasy saying harshly, "I can do what I like with you, boy, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. I'm gonna make you cum in my mouth so I can drink your jizz." Again he sucked the boy's cock into his mouth and this time there was no teasing. His mouth drilled down on his cock and it took only a few thrusts before Ryan groaned, "Oh, sir, I'm gonna cum ... I can't hold back, sir ... aaagh."

He gripped the posts hard, his body shook and his cock erupted in his hero's mouth. Darius gulped it down, then pulled off him and got on the bed, on his knees straddling his chest. He leaned forward and quickly tied the ropes loosely round the boy's wrists, not tight enough to scare him but enough to give him a sensation of helplessness."

Darius stroked his cock and said, "I like to see a boy struggle. Try to get free." His heart beating wildly Ryan tugged at the ropes, writhing underneath his muscular black captor. In truth he could have pulled free. Darius had tied the ropes so he could eventually have slid out of them. But he guessed, correctly, that Ryan didn't wanted to end the prisoner fantasy.

"I've got you right where I want you, boy, and you're gonna do what I tell you ... right?"

"Yes, sir. Anything you say, sir."

"Open your mouth."

Obediently Ryan opened his mouth wide. Darius stroked his own cock slowly, tauntingly at first then faster and faster, his piercing green eyes boring into the captive boy who tugged at the ropes binding him. Ryan had never been so excited, tied up, a prisoner of this magnificent man and forced to obey him. Mesmerized he watched the ebony muscles flex as he pounded his massive cock. He saw the handsome face grimace, heard him howl and watched as the cock squirted white creamy juice straight at his mouth."

He knew he had to swallow it, all of it. He gulped hard as more semen spurted down on him. Some of it splashed on his face until cum was running down his cheeks, out of his mouth and down his chin.

When at last his cock was drained Darius looked down at Ryan and flashed a dazzling smile. "You have never looked sexier than you do now, kiddo. Man that was hot." He quickly untied the boy's wrists and massaged them. "You OK, kiddo?"

Ryan could find no words. Instead tears came to his eyes and ran down his cheeks. Darius smiled, "I know, when you first discover something like that about yourself it kinda blows your mind. I still remember my first time. But you're lucky you got me to guide you through it, and I will, kid. I'm gonna open a whole new world for you and we're gonna have so many good times. But you've had too much excitement for now and, like I said before, you gotta rest. And me too."

Darius lay behind the boy and curled his arm over him as he lay on his side dozing. Ryan felt the hard-muscled body pressed against his back, and he loved the feeling of Darius's cock pressed against his ass. His earlier fear of it had gradually faded as he had watched Darius stroke it several times standing over him. He had even dared to lick it as Darius slept and finally took it into his mouth and drank his cum.

His mind wandered like a dream, seeing himself tied to the bed, a captive of the muscle-jock who had growled that he could do whatever he liked to him. He had once seen Darius push his cock into his boyfriend Pablo's ass, a sight that revolted him at the time. But now his dream-like thoughts put himself in Pablo's place and the huge cock was entering his own ass ...

No! He woke with a start and that momentary panic that had so often jolted him in the past. But he realized it wasn't real and as he felt Darius's protective arm folded over him from behind, he sighed and went back to sleep.


ROSA'S CANTINA

When they woke they both pushed sex to the back of their minds. This was a vacation after all and they were here to relax and have fun. They showered and went for a long walk along the beach, splashing through the shallow surf, feeling the damp breeze on their bodies and gazing into the far distance where the sand ended in a light blue haze of spray mist.

Darius was more than content to listen to Ryan as he talked about his former life. He knew that the boy had lived a lonely sex-free life for years and he was now pouring out all the thoughts and experiences he had bottled up for years. It was the same with his sexual awakening. Darius smiled as he recalled his own words. `Kid, I should never have let you discover sex. Now you have there's no stopping you. I guess you've gotta catch up on all those no-touch years, eh?'

That was a big part of what was happening – making up for lost time. And it was Darius's responsibility to guide the boy safely into his new world. It was a responsibility that awed and empowered him, reinforcing his manhood as he rose to the challenge. He was already beginning to form a plan for the final step in becoming a master to the boy.

That evening Darius took Ryan for dinner at the small Mexican Cantina in the village over the dunes. They tramped through the sand and as they crested the dune Darius said, "Turn around kiddo." They turned to face the sunset that was tinting the string of clouds with gold against the pale azure sky.

They sat cross-legged on the dune's summit and Darius rested his arm over the boy's shoulder as they silently watched the huge disc of the sun sink slowly behind the horizon until it disappeared with a sudden plop, setting the sky aflame with deepening reds and golds. "Gorgeous, eh kid? But it won't feed us ... time for chow."

The cantina was a favorite of the tribe's men whenever they came up here. And now when they walked in the owner, Rosa, a large jovial women greeted them affectionately. "Darius! Long time no see, and as sexy as ever ... come here, muchacho, and give Rosa a hug."

After an effusive hug Darius said, "And Rosa, I want you to meet my good friend Ryan."

She beamed at Ryan. "Ah si, que bello. Now Darius, you rascal, is this a friend just passing through town, or is he putting down roots with all your guys."

"Deep roots, Rosa."

"Good, he will fit right in. So come sit down – a pitcher of margaritas to start."

After that opening the meal had to be a success. Ryan's eyes were sparkling as he feasted on quesadillas, then a mountain of chicken fajitas as they drained the pitcher and ordered another.

But it wasn't all small talk. When they were both loosened up with margaritas Darius said, "Kid, I wanna talk to you a bit about what happened in the shack this afternoon – you know, those ropes and stuff."

"Yes, sir." Ryan was relieved to have the subject brought up as his change from fear to excitement confused him.

"It's something that happens all the time with our guys, and I could see that it turned you on, which turned me on even more. But Randy has laid down strict rules and everyone follows them. First, like everything else, if a boy don't want to do stuff like that he is never forced to. Oh he might struggle and protest but that's all part of the game, and if he really wants to stop, we stop. We have what we call a safe word.

Second, guys always use what Randy calls an escape knot in case a boy panics suddenly. The knot is secure but there is always an end of rope sticking out. One pull on that, the knot unravels and the boy is free. And I always prefer to use leather wrist restraints, fleece-lined so they don't cut a guy's wrists.

"And last, you can trust all the men and boys of the tribe. But if ever you meet someone else who wants to tie you up and swears you can trust him, don't ... ever. In fact, for a while I don't want you to do anything like that with anyone but me, OK?"

Ryan blinked solemnly. "Yes, sir."

"OK, speech over. Now let's drain this second pitcher and get back over the dunes."

By the time they were done the margaritas had worked their magic and they were pleasantly drunk. As Darius stood up he swayed a little and Rosa said, "You're not driving are you, `cos if you are I'll take away your keys."

"Not to worry, you old scold," Darius grinned, "we'll be walking over the dunes."

Rosa turned to Ryan. "Ryan, I want you to watch out for this big sexy man. He's a good boy really but gets into all kinds of mischief. You have any trouble with him while you're up here and you come to me. I'll take care of him," she said, brandishing a soup ladle.

After much laughter and hugs they left the cantina and walked unsteadily back over the dunes. It was dark now, the moon was climbing in the sky and at the top of the dunes Darius pulled Ryan to him impulsively and kissed him. Then he held him at arm's length and smiled at his eager moonlit face. "You heard what Rosa said, kid. You gonna take care of me?"

"Of course I will, sir. Always."

When they got back to the shack they realized how sleepy the margaritas had made them and Darius said, "Time to hit the sack, kiddo." They peeled off their clothes and fell into bed. It was becoming a habit for Ryan to turn on his side and let Darius put his arm over him from behind and pull him against him – lying like spoons.

As before, Ryan felt Darius's cock press against his ass and, as before, he loved the feel of it. He pushed back against it and, in a liquor-fueled daze, he could even imagine ... no, not quite ... not quite yet.

But he could dream, couldn't he? And he did. And this time there was no waking in a panic. The dreams just continued, more vivid than ever, including the ultimate act that only a week ago he had told himself could never, ever happen.


AT THE MERCY OF THE MASTER

Ryan slept deeply all night, wandering through a dream-filled world where Darius ruled and he obediently followed. The deep voice drifted through his dreams ... "You're mine now boy ... I can do anything I want to you ... anything I want ..."

He slept late and woke slowly, reluctant to leave his dreams behind. But something had stirred him out of his deep sleep and wouldn't let him re-live his dreams ... unless this was still a dream. He was on his back, his arms and legs splayed out, but his limbs felt heavy, like limbs in a dream that wouldn't move.

He opened his eyes but they were bleary and he tried to wipe them – but couldn't. He blinked and his vision cleared. He gasped at what he saw. Darius was standing at the end of the bed, naked except for a studded leather harness crossed over his chest. In the dim sunlight that filtered into the room he looked magnificent ... like a vision ... like a master.

Again he tried to move and realized why he couldn't. His arms were stretched up to the corner bedpost and his wrists were tied. It wasn't the chafing ropes as before but leather restraints with soft insides. He pulled on them and felt a split-second panic, but it faded quickly into a willing surrender to the muscular black leatherman staring down at him.

"So here we are at last, boy. You knew it would come to this." Darius stood on the bed astride him, then lowered himself onto his knees straddling his waist. He leaned forward, braced his hands on the bed beside the boy's face, then bent and kissed him. Their tongues met in a long probing kiss, their mouths sealed together as they exchanged the same breath back and forth.

Darius pulled back at last and Ryan stared up into the smiling green eyes. "I'm in love with you, kid, I'm sure of it now, and I want you to be my boy. But there's something I have to do first. You're tied up and you can't get free. Do you want this?"

"Yes, sir. I love you sir. I'll do anything you want me to."

"I'll tell you one more time, Ryan. I will not hurt you ... I couldn't hurt you. If you want me to release you at any time just use my name. But if you do what I say I will take you to a place you will never want to leave." Darius reached down beside the bed and picked up a simple black leather collar that he held up for the boy to see. "Let's see how it looks on you, boy."

He buckled it round Ryan's neck and pulled back to admire. "Perfect, just right. How's it feel?"

"I love it, sir. Can I wear it all the time?"

Darius grinned. "Well, not all the time. Only when we do this, you and me." Darius got off the bed and paced round the room as if deciding what to do with his prisoner. Ryan's heart was beating wildly as he watched the handsome muscle-jock in the leather harness, his chiseled features and sculpted physique gleaming in the soft light of the room.

Ryan pulled hard on his restraints and felt the incredible sensation of real helplessness. He was at the mercy of this powerful man and he knew what he was going to do to him. He struggled again, knowing he could not get free, and his cock reared up ready to explode."

"Don't you cum, boy," Darius growled. "If you cum without permission I will have to whip you and we don't want that."

"I won't cum, sir."

"Good." Darius went to jar on the table and scooped out a handful of lube. He wrapped his hand round his cock and greased it up. Then he held his arms out to the side and looked down at his huge ten-inch shaft, greased up and rock hard."

"Now, kid, I want to hear you tell me what you want."

Ryan gulped and stammered, "I ... I want to feel your cock in my ass, sir. Except I'm not sure I can take it ..."

"Just answer the question boy and leave the rest to me. Try again. Tell me what you want."

"Please sir ... I want to feel your cock in my ass, sir."

Darius smiled, walked forward and knelt on the end of the bed. He reached down and stroked the boy's hole with his greasy fingers. "I want you to keep your eyes on mine and relax, take deep breaths and trust me. I will know exactly what you're feeling – and I won't hurt you."

He massaged the hole, then pushed one finger inside him, then two. Gently he finger-fucked him, saying softly, "Imagine this is my cock, Ryan. Just the head, not the whole thing. You remember how you sucked it yesterday, just the head and maybe an inch more? Imagine that moving in your ass like this."

Darius curled his finger up and massaged his prostate, making Ryan open his eyes wide and gasp. Sensations were shooting from his ass through his body unlike anything he had felt before. His cock strained, he tensed and said, "Sir, I think I'm gonna cum. I know I mustn't but I can't stop, sir."

Darius pulled out his fingers just in time and smiled. "Good. That means you're ready." He pushed the boy's legs back and stared down at the hole surrounded by soft downy black hair. "Such a sweet ass. I've wanted to be inside it almost since the day we first met. OK, deep breaths, and look at me."

Darius pressed the tip of his cock against the hole. "You have to want it, kid."

"I do sir, I want it so bad."

Darius gently increased the pressure, until the head was halfway in, when Ryan gasped, "No, sir, it hurts ... I can't ... it hurts too much ..."

Darius eased off and smiled, "That's OK, kid, it's always like that the first time. Just relax, breathe deep and look at me. Next time it'll hurt at first but only for a few seconds, and then ..."

He pressed against Ryan's ass again and as he increased the pressure his voice grew hypnotic. "I love you, kid ... I want you to be my boy ... I love you ... you're my boy ... my boy ..."

Ryan was floating, in pain at first that got worse and he was about to yell stop when ... "Aaaah ... aaaah ..." The pain went away, replaced by ... he wasn't sure ... something incredible."

He looked into Darius's smiling eyes and heard his voice. "I'm inside you, kid. The head of my cock is in your ass ... and it feels perfect."

"You ... you're inside me, sir?"

"Yeah, feel it." Ryan felt it moving very slightly inside him and now that the fear of pain had lessened he grew bolder. "I little bit more, sir."

"I knew you could take it, boy, I just knew. Slowly he eased his cock inside him, an inch, two inches until he yelled. "OK, that's your limit. Now I'm gonna butt fuck you kiddo, and it won't hurt. Carefully he slid back, then eased in again, then back ...

"Are you fucking me, sir?"

"You bet I am kiddo. How's it feel?"

"It feels ... wonderful ... you're inside me. Sir, am I your boy, sir? Can I be your boy?"

"You've been my boy for some time, now kid, although you didn't know it. But this clinches it."

The sensation in Ryan's ass was incredible but it was more than that. At last he understood the true sensation of being dominated by the man he idolized. He had surrendered his ass to him and he was truly his boy.

Darius paused, leaned forward and kissed him ... on his eyes, forehead and lips, all the while easing his cock in and out. He pulled back and Ryan said, "Sir, I really need to ..."

"I know, you wanna cum real bad. OK it's time – when you feel your master's jizz pumping in your ass." Darius reached up and unbuckled the wrists restraints, then knelt straight up and pushed the boy's legs back.

Reflexively Ryan reached up and grabbed the harness crossed over Darius's chest. Darius pumped his cock faster inside him and the boy went wild. Pulling on the harness as the cock drove in and out of his ass he shouted "Fuck me, sir ... I'm your boy ... my ass is yours, sir. Please cum inside me, sir ... I need to shoot real bad. Aaagh!"

He saw his master's muscles flex, saw him throw his head back and howl ... and felt warm juice pouring in his ass. And his own cock erupted in an orgasm that was like no other, endless steams of cum pumping out and splashing all over his body. His mind was spinning, unable to process the overload of sensations coursing through him ... and everything went dark.


VISITORS

It was only a few seconds before his eyes opened again, but in those few seconds his view of the world had changed. He was Darius's boy ... his master had butt-fucked him and cum in his ass. He had been fucked ... he was his boy.

The deep voice said gently, "You OK, kiddo? Is your ass sore?"

"A bit, sir, but I love it. I love you, sir. I'm your boy."

"Yes you are," Darius grinned, "but now I'm gonna pull out. It'll hurt you a bit but only for a second." Ryan winced as he felt the head of the cock pull out of him, and then Darius lay beside him and pulled him into his arms. "I always knew that would happen, kiddo, I'm just surprised it happened so soon. I guess I didn't realize how much you wanted it. Hell, you didn't know it yourself. From now on it gets easier and easier."

Excitedly Ryan said, "Sir, can we ... I mean can I ... would you ...?

"Hey, hey, cool it kiddo. I know the dam has burst but we still gotta take this one step at a time. Starting with a cleanup. You think you can make it out to the ocean?"

"Of course, sir. Might need a bit of help standing up, though." Darius stood up and gently pulled Ryan to his feet. He was a bit unsteady on his feet at first but walked to the door without help. Darius took off his leather harness and they walked down onto the sand, then broke into a jog and fell into the water.

They hugged and kissed and Darius could see that the boy was no worse for wear – far from it. They horsed around for a while, splashing and laughing, until Darius said, "Time for breakfast, kid."

They were walking out of the surf when Ryan squinted into the distance. "Hey, someone's coming, sir."

Two figures were walking down the beach in their direction. As they got closer Darius shaded his eyes with his hand and said, "Well, what d'ya know? It's Seth and his boy Danny."

"Seth and Danny?"

"You only met them briefly, kid, but you've heard Will talk about his dad Seth. He's real rough and tough a bit like Randy, but he's cleaned up his act and he's now the manager of one of the construction sites, under Zack.

"Anyway, against all the odds, a surprise to us all, Danny became Seth's boy. Danny is quite a sophisticated young man, the chef and house manager at the Grady House. Oh I'll explain all that later. But I wonder what they're doing here. They must be staying at Mark and Jamie's shack a couple miles up the beach."

By now they were in shouting distance and Seth waved to them. "Hey, guys, we walked down here to see what you're doing for breakfast. Seth, with his rugged face, stubbled jaw and shaggy hair was wearing old frayed shorts, while sleek blond Danny was in colorful board shorts. Darius and Ryan were, of course, still naked and Seth laughed, "Just got out of bed, eh? Still butt naked."

"Except for ..." Danny grinned fingering his neck.

Ryan touched his own neck and felt the collar he was still wearing. "Darius gave it to me," he gushed, "`cos I'm his boy. I just got fucked in the butt for the first time and Darius made me his boy. I haven't told anyone yet, you're the first to know ... I'm Darius's boy ... his boy ... wait till I tell the guys I'm his boy."

Seth grinned. "So, I guess that means Ryan is your boy, Darius."

"I guess it does," Darius laughed, tousling Ryan's hair. "But what the hell brings you all the way up here, dude?"

Ah, it's a long, rough story, buddy. But come up to Mark's shack and have breakfast with us and I'll tell you all about it. Hell we've got a gourmet chef with us, might as well put him to work.

"And an assistant chef too," Ryan said. He ran into the shack, took off his collar and put it in his backpack, a treasured possession. He pulled on his board shorts and brought out Darius's shorts and the green apron Will had given him.

I see you come equipped, dude," Danny laughed and threw his arm over Ryan's shoulder. They headed back up the beach and the two construction workers followed behind them. So what gives, Seth?" Darius asked. "What the hell's been going on?"

"Ah you know me, buddy. I got drunk, big fights, lotsa bruises and bruised egos. I think I'm gonna chuck the whole thing in."

"Nah, quit your job, leave the tribe? Hell no. OK, dude, spill – I'm listening."


TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 485

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