A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 492 By Rob Williams

Chapter 492 – "THE DOC GETS OBEDIENCE TRAINING"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

After being sidelined by an injury, boss Randy feels humiliated being treated by the handsome Doctor Chad, a man whose orders he resents and refuses to obey. So he fights back to reclaim his supremacy, first by showing his lover Bob that, even injured, he can still fuck. Then, in a pornographic warehouse scene, he dominates the doc and teaches him the true meaning of obedience and humiliation. ___________________________________________________________________

IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Doctor Chad had never had sex with a man – though he had jerked off thinking about it. Then he met the cop Mark, and made love for the first time – and fell in love too. It didn't hurt that Chad was drop-dead gorgeous with the classic features and physique of a Greek statue, tousled brown hair and limpid hazel eyes

But he was conflicted. He recoiled at the thought of coming between Mark and his boy Jamie – that would be unforgivable. The only way out, he decided, was never to see Mark again.

The founder of the tribe, the equally handsome Bob, intervened and went to reason with Chad. Using all his considerable powers of seduction, Bob convinced Chad that he needed more experience of sex with men before he claimed to be in love with one of them. Bob proved his point by making love with Chad in an increasingly erotic scene that climaxed when Bob butt-fucked Chad, the first man ever to do so.

Blown away by the new experience Chad said, "Bob, I think I'm in love with you."

To which Bob asked playfully, "Instead of Mark or in addition to?"

Chad got the point and grinned, "Fuck you, dude."

Chad was won over – and being friends with the tribe would fit in with his professional life. He had recently been offered a prestigious job as director of surgery at a hospital near the tribe and had even looked at a nearby house that he loved, except that it needed work. Bob said, "So will you take that job, and let me help you buy that house, and let Randy fix it up for you?"

"Yes, yes and yes," Chad laughed.

Driving back home Bob called his lover Randy, the tough, rugged gypsy who ruled the tribe. He was still at work on the construction site and when Bob told him what he had done with Chad Randy hit the roof. "You fucked him?! You should have checked with me first. A new man comes to the tribe, especially a stud like him, I gotta check him out first."

Bob knew Randy was mad not that Bob had fucked the doctor but that he had been the first. One thing that riled Randy was the thought of Bob assuming a role that should be his. He was the boss, Bob was his and he, Randy, should approve of a guy before Bob made any move.

Chad had accepted Bob's invitation to dinner and they were having cocktails waiting for Randy to come home from work when the phone rang. It was Randy's foreman Darius.

"Sir, quick, there's been an accident here at work. Randy's been injured. We need help fast. We stayed late to pull down a hunk of rusty old fence, but Randy seemed real tense about something. He lost his temper and jerked backward into a jagged slice of the fence. It cut a big gash on his leg and now it's bleeding a whole lot."

Bob and Chad sped to the construction site where the doctor took charge. He had to stop the bleeding but a raging Randy was stomping around making things worse. And he was hostile to Chad. "No fucking way!" Randy roared. "That guy is not coming near me. You touch me, asshole, and you'll feel my fist."

The only solution was for Chad to inject hm with a sedative. When it took effect Chad pulled off his own shirt, twisted it into a tourniquet and applied it to his leg, then raised it up. By now the sedative had put Randy in a happy state of euphoria, and when Chad asked how he was doing Randy replied, "Feeling no pain, doc. Don't know what you shot me up with but from down here everything's looking real good, including yourself doc."

Young Eddie arrived with blankets and towels and stared in disbelief at the shirtless doctor on his knees, holding up Randy's leg, the jeans ripped off all the way to the now-bare crotch. Eddie had seen this pose a million times before and it always meant only one thing. He glanced wide-eyed over at Darius and silently mouthed, `Is he gonna fuck him?'

Darius shot back a look that was part glare, part smile and mouthed, `Are you nuts?'

Nuts or not, Eddie wasn't the only one with that notion. The sedative now at its peak Randy smiled blearily up at Chad and said languidly, "Anyone ever tell you are one hot, sexy son-of-a-bitch, doc? Ripped fucking bod, face like one a' them Greek gods. And that bulge in your crotch pressing on my ass. Damn, last man who had me on the ground like this fucked my ass. You gonna fuck my ass, doc?"

Eddie was riveted by the unbelievable scene that followed and couldn't wait to describe it to the tribe when he got home.

Eventually Chad said Randy could be moved and they carried him out to the truck to take him to the nearby hospital where Chad was the new director of surgery. Darius got behind the wheel, Chad sat next to him to phone ahead to alert the hospital, and Bob sat in back with Randy.

"Eddie," Bob said, "I want you to go back home and tell everyone what's happened here. Rumors must be flying so I want you to tell them the truth – no exaggerations, right?"

"Sir, even I couldn't exaggerate this one, it's already totally over-the-top. You couldn't make this stuff up – no one would believe you." They drove away and Eddie got into his own truck and took off. He couldn't wait to see the guys at home – and boy, did he have a story to tell.

********************** CHAPTER 492 *********************

EDDIE TELLS A BREATHLESS TALE

When the excited Eddie screeched to a halt at the gate of the compound the tribe was already gathering for dinner. Word had spread fast on the grapevine of the drama unfolding at the construction site, but details were scarce and there was an atmosphere of foreboding.

So inevitably Eddie, who had witnessed the whole scene, was the center of attention – his favorite place to be. There was a crowd sitting round the big table in the garden and all eyes turned expectantly on Eddie. He paused for dramatic effect, opened his eyes wide, then raised his palms in his usual prelude to a dramatic tale. "Guys, you will not believe ..."

Eddie's master, the macho Arab Marine captain Hassan, cleared his throat noisily. "Eddie, just the facts, boy – no drama, no exaggeration."

"That's what Bob said, sir. I told him that you couldn't make this stuff up and even if you did ..."

"Eddie ...!"

"Sorry, sir. OK, just the facts. Well, you all know that Chad was new to this whole man-sex scene and got scared when he fell in love with Mark, `cos of Jamie and all and ... OK, anyway. Bob told the twins, and they told Will and he told me that Bob sorted it all out with Chad and – get this – ended up fucking him – first time ever for the doc!

"But then Darius phoned to say Randy had cut his leg real bad, and Doctor Chad and Bob raced to the rescue. I followed them with all sorts of towels and stuff and I myself helped the doc, like an assistant. Randy was ranting and raving with blood gushing from his leg so Bob and Darius had to hold him down while the doc gave him a shot that slowed him down real soon. Trust me, that guy was feeling no pain, you know, like laughing gas at the dentist when you ..."

Another glare from Hassan. "OK, OK. So anyway, Doc Chad cut Randy's jeans all the way up, then ripped off his own shirt and made it into a, er, turnkey ..."

"Tourniquet," several of the boys shouted in unison."

"OK, OK, I knew that. Yeah, turn-icay, that's the one. So anyway this is where it gets totally weird. Chad raised up Randy's bare leg, then leaned forward to touch the pulse in his neck. Well right away I thought the doc was gonna fuck him – and Randy thought so too, but he didn't care cos he was zonked out by the shot. Chads fingers were still on his neck and Randy even asked if the doc was gonna choke him while he fucked him. `Cos ya know, some guys get off on that. It's never really been my thing but ... oops, sorry, sir.

"Anyway the doc told him to calm down but Randy said something like, `Calm down? Looking up at that gorgeous body with your shlong pressing on my butt? Only one thing'll calm me down now.'" Eddie paused. "So, guess what ..."

"Just tell us, boy," Hassan said.

"OK, sir, I'm getting there. So Randy was in this kinda drugged-out fantasy that the doc was really fucking him ... and he jerked off. The doc was mad that Randy was raising his blood pressure but he was turned on too and when Randy busted his load ..." Eddie paused for dramatic effect ... "the doc ... himself ... creamed ... his ... jeans."

Eddie stared at his audience, pleased by the amazed gasps that ran through the crowd. "But wait guys, there's more. Randy told Chad that he still didn't like him and said something like, `One day soon I'm gonna make you beg real good. I'm gonna fuck your ass and make you crawl and beg for more. I can make a man do that. You are gonna get so fucking fucked, dude, and you are gonna fall in love. I can make a man do that too.'

"Well, Chad said it wouldn't be the first time `cos he'd already fallen in love with Mark and Bob, or in lust or infatuation or, whatever. But it was some threat, don't ya think? And I bet he'll do it. If I was a betting man my money would be on Randy."

"Eddie," Hassan said impatiently, "cut to the chase, boy ... is Randy gonna be OK?"

"Oh yeah, right? Well I asked the doc that very thing, if Randy would be alright, and he said, `don't worry kiddo, I'll make sure he will ... for you, Bob and all the guys.' How about that?! I mean, he is such a great doc, not to mention drop-dead gorgeous and built like a ..."

Eddie glanced at Hassan. "Anyway guys that's it. They took Randy to the hospital and the doc's gonna stitch him up himself. Bob told me to come here and tell you guys all about it to stop all the rumors flying. So I have, and now I'll stop talking. Hey," he grinned," that's not something you hear every day of the week."

The crowd laughed and applauded, amused by Eddie and venting their relief that Randy was OK. Some of them were wondering about Randy's `threat' to Chad, but decided that was something for another day.

DOCTOR'S ORDERS

Meanwhile there was still tension in the truck as Darius drove fast, having punched into the GPS the address Chad gave him. Chad phoned the hospital and alerted the staff of the situation.

"As soon as we get there we'll need a gurney so the patient can keep his leg straight. I'll need to give him a tetanus shot, then have the wound cleaned and prepped so I can stitch it. Hard to say how many sutures it'll need, but plenty. Oh, and I'll need a scrubs shirt – I had to use my shirt for the tourniquet."

Darius grinned to himself, sitting next to the shirtless hunk who also happened to be an experienced doctor who also happened to be gorgeous and sexy as hell. Even in this emergency situation Darius had a hard-on as he concentrated on driving as fast as safety allowed. Having witnessed the erotic scene that Eddie was even now describing to the awestruck tribe, Darius had gained great respect for the doctor's skill and renewed admiration for Randy's ability to turn any situation into a sexual challenge in which he triumphed as usual.

When they arrived at the hospital's emergency entrance the staff wheeled a gurney up to the truck and lifted Randy onto it. A nurse gave a scrubs shirt to the shirtless doctor, and Darius thought he looked almost as sexy in the dark blue shirt as he had bare-chested.

Chad walked alongside the gurney, focused solely on his patient, and a nurse directed Bob and Darius to a nearby waiting room. At last they were able to relax and Bob said, "Darius, I want to thank you for being steady as a rock through all this. In a panicky situation you kept your head with the strength of mind of one of the masters. Zack will be proud of you. And talking of masters, how is your boy Ryan doing?"

"He's coming along real well, sir – I sure made the right choice there. Of course he's brilliant at his job and the guys in the office love him. He's more serious than someone like Eddie, say, but I find that kinda sexy – you know, the strong silent type. Sex is terrific, though it's a bit scary the way he idolizes me. Makes me wanna live up to his expectations – it's a real responsibility."

Bob chuckled. "That's what it means to have a boy, Darius. And judging from the way you handled yourself today I'd say you're definitely up to the task." They whiled away the time talking about their boys and the tribe in general – and about Randy of course, laughing as they swapped stories.

Darius was Randy's foreman and assistant on the construction site, and Bob said, "I recall the day Randy flew into a rage and slugged one of the work crew. The insurance company got real upset and said they would pull the insurance unless Randy agreed to take anger management classes with Doc Steve and hire an assistant who would keep him in check. You were the obvious choice, Darius – and it can't be easy. As his lover, I know that better than anyone."

They talked about the big gypsy with love and reverence as the undisputed leader of the tribe with his animal, sexual magnetism. When Bob treated Darius to some of the tricks he had used to placate Randy they laughed a lot, and they were still chuckling an hour later when Doctor Chad came into the room.

He smiled, "I see you guys seem to have recovered from our little drama pretty well, and so, I'm happy to say, has our patient, even though he's growling about getting the hell out of here' and warning me to keep my damn hands' off him. I don't think he'll ever forgive me for stopping him bleeding to death."

"Oh, that's par for the course, Chad," Bob grinned. "Just means he's feeling better. And I suppose the sedative has warned off."

"It has, so here's the situation now. We cleaned him up, gave him a tetanus shot and strong antibiotics to prevent infection. Then I stitched up the wound – it took a lot of sutures, I can tell you, but I think he'll heal quickly."

"No doubt about that, sir," Darius said. "I've seen Randy get into a rough knock-down drag-out fight, then get up, cut and bruised, and go right back to work as if nothing happened."

"And I suppose he won the fight," Chad smiled.

"Of course he did, sir. He always does – one way or another."

"As I found out earlier on the work site," Chad said ruefully. "Anyway, we've dressed the wound and bandaged it and I'll need to see Randy again in a week to check it and see when I can removed the stitches. I'm going to discharge him and let him come home as I know he'll get plenty of care there from you guys. He has to take the antibiotics daily until they're all gone.

"For the first couple of days he must not walk on that leg or put any pressure on it. I prefer he use a wheelchair, we can loan you one, but I'll allow crutches for short periods. He mustn't work for a few days and even then no heavy stuff. Bob, he's a difficult patient and I know he's gonna kick against these limitations, but I'm assuming you have your ways to keep him in check."

Bob grinned, "Yeah, actually Darius and I were just talking about that and, er, I have a few tricks up my sleeve. We won't need to borrow a wheelchair `cos one of our boys who uses a wheelchair has a spare one that Randy can use."

"Fine, so they'll bring him out here in a few minutes and I'll see you all off."

"But you, er, you're still coming to dinner aren't you Chad?"

"Er, I'd like to and I am kinda hungry, but I don't want Randy yelling at me again and raising his blood pressure."

"Chad, you have my word that won't happen, after all you've done for us. I have a feeling the tribe will greet you as the hero of the hour, which you are."

"Hmm, OK. I'll be a few minutes closing out the paperwork on this and talking to the staff, then I'll come and join you and we can all go back together the way we came." He sighed. "One way and another it's been a hell of a day. Dinner's starting to sound real good.

"BUT YA ARE, BLANCHE"

Chad left Bob and Darius, and soon a nurse wheeled Randy in, with his right leg propped up straight out. His face had a scowl that managed to be both angry and sheepish. "Fucking wheelchair," he growled, "who needs it?" As soon as I'm outa this place I'll be on my feet."

"Good to see you back on form, Randy," Bob said mockingly. "But you've got to obey the doctor's instructions."

"Fuck him. Just because you fucked him don't give him to the right to order me around."

Darius and Bob exchanged glances – this was going to be rough. So Bob confronted it head on. "Randy, let's get a couple of things straight. You just had a very nasty cut and lost a lot of blood. The only reason Chad is not keeping you here overnight is because he thinks we can take care of you. But if you don't let us do that we'll tell the doc and he'll keep you hospitalized."

Randy grumbled something unintelligible that seemed to contain a lot of `fucks'.

"And while we're on the subject of Chad, I want you to stop treating him like the enemy. I know you're pissed off that he fucked Jamie and Mark and then got fucked for the first time by me. Sorry, O fearless leader but we stole your thunder – you were not the first.

"But all that has nothing to do with the fact that Chad provided excellent medical care of Jamie after his accident and pulled him through. And then he sprang into action to treat you and stopped you bleeding to death. Without his quick intervention it could have been a lot worse.

"He gave you skilled treatment even while you were yelling at him that you hated his guts, that you would plough his ass, make him crawl to you and make him fall in love with you. Way to go, Randy, I'm sure the doc appreciates your thanks. You know as well as I do that the tribe owes him a debt of gratitude.

"I know you hate being in a wheelchair, but in the immortal words of Baby Jane Hudson – `But ya are, Blanche, ya are'. Now, Chad is coming home with us and staying for dinner, and you are not gonna growl at him. In fact you're gonna thank him for what he's done for you. I know graciousness is a concept you're not familiar with, but just this once you will be gracious to Chad, as befits the undisputed leader of the tribe."

There was a tense silence but those last words got to Randy and he growled, "Fuck you, man." Darius gave Bob a surreptitious thumbs up, recognizing the words Randy usually used when giving in to his lover. And when Chad came in and asked, "You guys ready to get out of here? How you feeling Randy?" Randy grunted, "I'm fine ... and, er, thanks for all your help, doc."

Randy wheeled himself to the door followed by the other three men exchanging discreet smiles of surprise and muted triumph.

WHEELIES

Darius drove Randy's truck as Randy was not supposed to use his right leg. Chad sat next to him. Randy, wearing cargo shorts that Darius had brought to replace his ripped jeans, sat in the back with Bob and tried to act as if nothing had happened. "Tomorrow we gotta get rid of that fucking fence, Darius. We'll go in early `cos ..."

"Randy," Chad interrupted, looking at Randy sternly in the rear-view mirror. "I told you you gotta take a couple of days off work. We don't want those sutures opening up and your leg start bleeding again. You'll go back to work when I say you can."

Bob and Darius held their breath waiting for Randy's explosion – but it never came. Instead Randy hunkered down in his seat in grumpy silence thinking, `fuck the doc ... I'll do what I damn well want, when I want'.

It was a relief when they arrived at the gate to the compound and heard the buzz of voices from inside. When they got out Randy refused to wait for a wheelchair and insisted on using the crutches Chad had brought from the hospital. Eddie, who had appointed himself as the welcoming committee, opened the gate and shouted, "Here he is, guys ... home is the warrior."

Holding his injured leg off the ground Randy still managed his usual stride as he used his one good leg and the crutches to cross the lawn to the table, where the men and boys were already eating. They leapt to their feet with loud cheers and applause. Following behind him Chad was immediately aware of the love and admiration the tribe had for their tough, handsome leader. Eddie pulled the chair back at the head of the table and Randy lowered himself into it.

Mark came up to Chad and hugged him, then Bob. After thanking Chad profusely Mark led him to the table and said loudly, "Guys, I want you to meet our new buddy Doctor Chad. He is the man responsible for bringing my Jamie back to health and for healing Randy. He stitched him up real good ... in the face of stiff resistance I hear." There were knowing smiles round the table. "So let's hear it, guys – please give it up for the doc ..."

More rousing cheers rang round the garden as most of the guys got their first admiring look at the striking, muscular Chad. They all agreed that Eddie's description of the hunk was in no way exaggerated – he looked even hotter in person, still in jeans and the scrubs shirt he had worn at the hospital.

"I won't attempt personal introductions," Mark said, "it would take all evening. You can introduce yourselves all in good time."

They took their places at table and Brandon rolled up in his wheelchair and served them dinner. As Bob had predicted, Chad was overwhelmed by all the good-looking, glowing faces round the table as Mark quietly explained who everyone was.

Chad's eyes settled on one guy in particular, wearing a sleeveless Hawaiian shirt hanging open over a sculpted chest. He was struck by the man's chiseled Hispanic features, heavily-stubbled square jaw, thick black hair and penetrating dark eyes. "Hey, who's that Hispanic guy, Mark?"

"Ah, thought you'd spot him. Quite the hunk, eh? That's Miguel, he's the lover of Zack, the black guy next to him." Miguel looked up and grinned, then got up and left the table. A few minutes later he came back from the house, approached Chad and held out a shirt.

"Hey, doc, the name's Miguel. Thought you might like to change out of those scrubs and into one of my old Hawaiian shirts. Bit more festive than scrubs, eh?" Chad stood up and stared into Miguel's dark brown eyes. He smiled and pulled off his scrubs shirt, causing gasps round the table as they saw the ripped body stripped to the waist.

He put on the shirt and let it hang casually open, then shook hands. "Thanks, Miguel. Yeah, scrubs are not exactly what you'd call dressed for dinner." They held their gaze and grasped hands a bit longer than was usual, before Miguel went back to his seat beside Zack.

During the course of the meal Chad loosened up among this noisy, cheerful bunch of guys and accepted all the wine and later brandy he was offered. As the meal was something of a celebration after the safe return of Jamie and Randy it went on even longer than usual.

When it eventually started to wind down Mark said, "Chad, you are in no shape to drive all the way across town to your place. Of course, you could always Uber but I have another suggestion. Jamie and I have a real nice guestroom in our apartment that you're more than welcome to." Mark smiled and shrugged. "`Course, we also have a huge California King bed in our room that easily sleeps three."

"Hm, tempting," Chad grinned. "Actually I'm not working tomorrow as my duties at the Santa Monica hospital are winding down before I start my new job up here. So I would appreciate a bed for the night. As to which bed ... well, let's play that one by ear, eh?"

Just then there was a stir as the gate opened with a bump and Brandon wheeled himself in towing another wheelchair behind him that he had fetched from his house across the street. He went up to where Randy was sitting and said, "Sir, I heard that Doctor Chad says you have to use a wheelchair for a couple of days, so I brought my spare one for you."

There was a sudden silence around the table, everyone thinking that Brandon had rolled right into the middle of the standoff between Randy and Chad. Randy looked sternly at Brandon, and then his swarthy face broke into a gleaming smile. "Kiddo, have I ever refused you anything?"

"No, sir."

"And that's because I love you, kid." He leaned over and kissed Brandon on the lips. "And because I love you it would be an honor to use your wheelchair." Brandon smiled as Randy heaved himself into the chair. "Fits a treat. But you'll have to show me how to use this thing."

"Piece of cake, sir. You put your hands on the wheels there and push. You do know how to push, don't you, sir?" Brandon grinned impishly.

"Now don't get smart with me kid," Randy chuckled as he rolled forward. "You're right, this is easy. Hey, now how about you show me how to do those wheelies I've watched you do?"

"Oh, sir, I'm not sure the doc would approve ..."

"There's no doc, kiddo. There's no one but you and me, and I'm getting a wheelies lesson from my favorite boy."

"OK, sir, well you tilt the chair back just a bit then push the right wheel forward and pull back on the other. See?" Brandon demonstrated, and after a few false starts Randy copied him. In a few minutes they were both whirling around, Brandon squealing and Randy laughing like a kid.

While the other guys cheered Chad stared in disbelief at the man who, up to now, he had known only as hostile, growling and intimidating. This was a completely new side to the fierce gypsy boss, playful and loving with the boy in the wheelchair. He obviously loved Brandon and the boy clearly adored him.

When at last they rolled to a halt Randy said, "Take a bow, kiddo." Facing their audience they both raised an arm, swept it down dramatically and bent their heads in a theatrical bow, to renewed cheers. Then Brandon said, "Sir, you need to pull that lever down there to raise the leg-rest so your bad leg will be supported out flat. Good, that's it. And sir, if you take my advice you won't try any more of those wheelies. The doc wouldn't like it."

"So we just won't tell the doc, eh kiddo?" Randy said out loud. "Our secret, just between you and me." He leaned over again and gave Brandon a long, loving open-mouthed kiss."

The scene brought tears to Chad's eyes. He was falling under the gypsy's magic spell.

BOB FUMES – RANDY FUCKS

After that joyful demonstration of man-boy love the group dispersed and harmony prevailed over the compound – or most of it. Dark clouds still hung over one room – the bedroom in Randy's and Bob's house. Getting there had not been a problem as Randy had equipped all the houses of the tribe with ramps for the benefit of Brandon and his boyfriend Brian who both used wheelchairs. And now Randy got to use them.

In the room Randy made no eye contact and hunched in sullen silence which Bob ignored as he took charge. "OK, no shower, we gotta get you straight into bed to rest that leg." He put his hands on Randy's shoulder but he shrugged them off. "For god's sake stop acting like a crusty old nurse. I'm not a fucking invalid, I can take care of myself."

Bob backed off and watched as Randy pulled off his shirt, and heaved himself out of the chair and onto the bed on his back. He unzipped his shorts but when he started to bend his leg Bob leaned down, took off his sneakers and pulled his shorts off for him."

"I told you not to touch me."

"I can't touch you? OK, no problem, I'll go sleep in the guestroom and let you sleep on your own, untouched all night." Bob pulled off his shirt (he always knew that got a reaction) hung it over his shoulder and made for the door."

"Did I tell you to leave? I just said stop fussing like an old hen."

"Just as you like, sir." Bob said. "I'll just stand here and wait for my orders."

"Fuck you, man. Stop being an asshole."

Bob sat in a chair by the bed and glared down at Randy. "No, Randy, it's you being a prize asshole – ever since I told you I butt-fucked Chad. I don't want a fight, so let me short-circuit this whole thing by telling you what your problem is. OK – hearing about me and Chad put your nose out of joint `cos your dominance was threatened. Normally you'd have come home and treated me to one of your savage fucks to prove that you're the boss.

"But what d'you know? You get injured bad and the big boss is on his back relying on Chad to put him back together, the very man whose guts you hated, or so you said. So now you had not only me taking charge but the man I had fucked a few hours earlier. The only thing you could do was rant and rave, which you did loud and clear.

"Adding insult to injury, literally, you get zonked out by Chad's sedative injection and then fantasize about him fucking you. Getting fucked by the hunk who just took your lover's dick up his ass – couldn't get worse than that. But wait, there's more. Chad takes you to the hospital where he really is the boss and you're just a lowly patient on a gurney waiting for your `rival' to stitch you up.

"After all that the doc gives you strict orders about what you can and can't do. Talk about stripping you of your manhood. Now we're home and this is when you would tie me to the bed, ream my ass and make me beg the boss for mercy. But you can't do that because you mustn't put any pressure on that leg, so you can't kneel or stand or throw me around. How am I doing, Randy? Right so far?"

Randy groaned, "Stop, Bob, please. You're right of course, you know me so well, and I deserve your tongue-lashing. But I felt so fucking ... I was scared, buddy, scared of lots of things – being physically helpless, scared of this new man coming in with all his good looks and authority, and most of all scared that you might ..."

"... might leave you for that handsome hunk? Oh come on, Randy, we've been through this so many times – every time a new man joins the tribe. When will you get it through that thick skull that I love you, man? I was shit scared too, seeing you lying there gushing blood. Thank god Chad was there, not because I lusted for him but because he was the very man who could help you ... and did. I was scared `cos I couldn't live without you, Randy, and there you were ..."

His voice cracked and Randy said, "Hey come here, buddy. Get in bed and let me take care of you."

Sensing that the caregiver role was being reversed, Bob stepped out of his loafers, dropped his jeans and shorts, and stood there butt naked. Randy stared up at him. "God, you're beautiful, man, nothing ever changes that, and I treated you bad. Come here, let me make it up to you."

Bob got on the bed and lay facing the contrite Randy, who pulled him close and kissed him – a long, lingering kiss that quickly strengthened from tender to fierce. Surprised, as always, by the force of Randy's passion Bob felt he would suffocate, until he felt his lover breathing life-saving air into him. They shared breaths back and forth until finally Randy pulled back and his blue eyes sparkled. "I can always show you who's boss even without fucking you, dude."

Bob panted, "Huh, after that I'm kinda glad you can't fuck me."

"Who says I can't? The doc? What does he know about fucking the hottest guy on the planet?" Randy shoved Bob over so they were lying on their sides with Bob's back pressed against Randy's chest. Dispensing with subtlety as usual, Randy spat in his palm and stroked his cock, then drove it fast and deep in his lover's ass.

Bob groaned at the sudden burst of pain, which quickly subsided into the familiar euphoria of being dominated by the gypsy claiming ownership of his ass. Randy looked over Bob's shoulder at the wall mirror he had long ago installed, tilted at an angle to give a perfect reflection of the action on the bed. "See that, buddy? That's so you can watch the real boss take control again. To hell with the stitched-up leg, there's more than one way to pound ass."

Randy folded his arm round Bob's chest, pulled him back against him and held him tight as he speared his ass again with his iron-hard shaft. "Oh fuck," Bob groaned as he yielded his ass to his lover and gazed at the dark gypsy face in the mirror. "I needed to feel that, Randy, I need to feel your strength again. Fuck me, man ... please ..."

Randy's hips pistoned back and forth behind Bob, driving his rod mercilessly inside him. "Now who's the boss, dude? Tell me – I wanna hear it."

"You're always the top man, Randy, no matter what – even when you're lying wounded on the ground. Chad found out that. Even sedated you were the boss and made him cream his jeans. Man, I can't wait for you to plough his ass and make him fall in love with you like you said."

"All in good time, dude," Randy grinned at Bob in the mirror. "Right now it's your ass needs the lesson ... and here it comes, man."

Bob braced himself for the attack he knew was coming, and longed for. He had been thrown off balance seeing Randy weakened and bleeding. He needed the big man's strength and protection. And now he was ... "Aaagh!" The huge shaft again slammed deep in his ass, pulled back and drove in again.

Reflexively Bob reached back in a futile attempt to restrain the savage gypsy. But Randy grabbed Bob's wrists, pulled them behind his back and pushed them upward in a ferocious double hammerlock. Bob stared at himself in the mirror, muscles bulging in his chest and shoulders, helplessly trapped, at the mercy of the gypsy and his massive cock reaming his ass.

It was a feeling like no other. His ass hurt, his arms and shoulders hurt, but he was at the pitch of desire for the rugged construction boss. He would do anything for him. Randy growled in his ear, "OK, Superman, you're mine, you're beaten and I'm gonna watch you submit to me."

"Yes, sir, anything."

"You know what you have to do, stud. You're gonna bust your fucking load while I pound your ass. If you don't I'll rip your ass open and break your arms behind your back ... like this. He plunged deep in his ass and jerked his arms up even higher in the painful hammerlock."

"Aaagh ... "OK, I give up. I submit, sir. Please, sir, I can't take anymore. Cum inside me ... I'm begging you ... I'm gonna cum ... aaagh!!" His cock blasted jets of semen that splashed on the bed and the floor while he felt the gypsy's final thrust and heard his roar as he filled his lover's ass with the juice of his searing love."

As his cock drained Randy stared at Bob's reflection in triumph and panted, "See, buddy? Like I said, I am the boss."

AFTERGLOW

A few minutes later they lay on their sides propped on their elbows facing each other, grinning like kids. "Damn," Randy said, "am I glad I met you in that bar all that time ago and asked you back to the fleabag motel"

"Where, as I recall, you tied me up and slapped me around."

"Well I had to didn't I?" Had to show you I was the boss right from the start."

"Why?"

"Why? Because you intimidated the hell out of me – you this chiseled hunk from San Francisco with brains and breeding, me a shit-for-brains gypsy construction worker from the butt-hole of West Texas. You still do intimidate me, man, the only guy who does. That's why I have to work you over occasionally when you come on too bossy. My fists and my dick are all I got."

"Randy that is such bullshit. You think that's why all the guys look up to you as their leader, `cos they're afraid you'll slug them? You know why everyone loves you? It's because of stuff like what you did with Brandon out there, playing wheelies with him. They probably fell in love with you all over again – I know I did. Sure, you are one tough, sexy musclehunk who can drop any man, but when it comes to those boys you're a pussycat."

"Whatever. I've still gotta deal with that doc ... he's another one with looks and brains who throws his weight around. He thinks just `cos he's this big hot doctor he can order me around. I gotta cut him down to size."

"Randy, you mustn't hurt him."

Randy bristled. "There you go again, telling me ... me! ... how to handle a guy. Watch yourself, buddy, or I'll have to fuck you again."

"Oooh, we wouldn't want that would we? I'm real scared."

"Asshole," Randy growled, pulling Bob into his arms. And that's how they slept all night.

SWAPPING SHIRTS - & GLANCES

As for Mark, Jamie and Chad, they did end up spending the night in the same bed – but only sleeping. They were all tired after such an active day and the cop Mark had to get up at dawn for an early shift. So they put off three-way sex until later and regretfully hugged goodbye.

Jamie took Chad down to the breakfast buffet that was laid out in the garden for men and boys to help themselves as they all went to work at different times. Sitting together Jamie continued Chad's education about the tribe as men appeared. "That group is what we call the second-floor guys – they live in the sprawling group of apartments above Mark and me. The leader is the black guy, Zack, along with Darius and Pablo and their boys."

"And that is Zack's lover Miguel, right?" asked Chad, staring at the handsome Hispanic bringing up the rear. Catching sight of them Miguel flashed a smile and headed over to them. Chad stood up and they shook hands. "Hey, doc, still looking good in my old shirt," referring to the Hawaiian shirt Miguel had lent him last evening. "Looks better on you than it does on me. Sorry it wasn't clean, probably smells a bit of my sweaty body."

"Oh, I don't care about that, dude. Smells good actually."

"Nah, it's overdue for the laundry. Tell you what, let's trade – I just put this one on clean." Casually he pulled off the white short-sleeve shirt he was wearing while Chad took off his. There was a breathless silence as both men stared at the other's bare, muscular torso and Chad felt an impulse to reach out and touch Miguel.

But the moment passed, they exchanged shirts and Miguel grinned, "That one looks terrific on you too, doc. Then again, you'd look great in anything. OK, see ya later, dude." And Miguel rejoined his second-floor buddies.

The fleeting exchange was not lost on Jamie who smiled to himself and made a mental note to describe it later to Mark. "Sir," he said to Chad, "after breakfast I'd like to take you to the office building over there and introduce you properly to Ryan. He's our computer expert and I've heard that you might be looking to upgrade the system at your new hospital."

When Chad was introduced to Ryan, the young Thai boy blushed shyly. But he perked up when Chad said, "I'm planning on meeting with your psychotherapist Doctor Steve. I want to integrate the physical and mental therapy of injured athletes and workers to speed their recovery. And a solid computer platform would be an essential part of all that."

Ryan was off and running with all kinds of questions and suggestions, and eventually Chad said. "You know, when I meet with Steve I'd like to you to be there, Ryan, so you get a real sense of what we need. That way you'd be in on the ground floor."

Ryan was excited by the idea but further conversation was forestalled when Eddie burst noisily into the room. "Sir, Bob and Randy are having breakfast in their room, what with Randy's bum leg and all ... oh, no offense, sir, you did a great job ... and Bob told me you would be spending the day with us and he asked me to show you around – you know, the guys in the kitchen, the Aussie house next door, Hassan and Pete's duplex across the street ... all that good stuff."

So that's how Chad willingly spent his morning with the irrepressible Eddie shepherding him around with a non-stop running commentary. Chad was intrigued by all the stories but it was some relief when the chefs began setting up for lunch, which was usually a sparse affair as many of the guys were out working.

Bob finally emerged, having spent the morning working on the latest budget with Jamie and Brandon in the office. "Hey, Chad, so Eddie's been giving you the grand tour eh? Hope you could sort out the facts from the fantasies."

"I'm beginning to get the hang of it, Bob," Chad grinned. "But I should really go take a look at Randy's leg, see if there's been any bleeding and maybe change the dressing."

"Sure, go ahead. You'll find him up in the bedroom resting up."

"No he won't, sir," Eddie chimed in. "I saw Randy leave over an hour ago dressed for work."

"For work?" Chad gasped. "Dammit, he can't do that. I warned him to rest – he'll undo all our work yesterday, ruin everything. Fucking idiot ... I gotta go reason with him."

He left the table and ran out to his car. Eddie looked wide-eyed at Bob. "Reason with Randy? Good luck with that one."

AN ALPHA MALE GROVELS

Chad remembered the way to the construction site and soon screeched to a halt at the gates. He strode stern-faced across the site to where Darius was working. "Darius, is Randy here?"

"I'm afraid he is, sir. I told him he wasn't supposed to work but he told me to shut the fuck up. . He's in the old warehouse next door checking the supplies that came in yesterday." Darius shrugged. "You know Randy, sir. He's the boss."

"Not mine he isn't. He's my patient, I'm his doctor and I call the shots."

"Er, he may not see it that way, sir. Prob'ly not a good Idea to ..." But Chad was gone, marching angrily toward the old battered warehouse.

When he got there he waited for his eyes to adjust to the gloom of the cavernous old building, lit only by shafts of sunlight coming through gaps in the wooden walls. He heard bangs and crashes in the distance and then saw Randy. As usual he was a formidable sight, a rugged construction worker in muddy boots and dirt-streaked cargo pants, a sweaty, grease-stained old tank top hanging over his muscular torso.

He was picking up heavy equipment and planks from recently-delivered pallets, inspecting them and heaving them onto shelves, making the muscles of his arms and shoulder flex in the sunlight striping his body. Mostly his back was turned to him as Chad walked across the bare-earth floor. As he approached Randy suddenly turned round and Chad found himself facing the piercing blue eyes set in the dark gypsy face with its square stubbled jaw, high cheekbones and long shaggy black hair.

Momentarily taken aback, the doc found his voice. "What the fuck are you doing here, Randy? I expressly ordered you to rest and stay off work. I'm your doctor, dammit, and you'll do what I say, or I will wash my hands of you and take no responsibility for ..."

Randy raised his hand and Chad faltered, thinking he was about to feel the fist Randy had threatened him with several times. But instead Randy curled his hand round the back of Chad's head and pulled him into a fierce, grinding kiss. Startled Chad tried to pull away but he was trapped by the gypsy's great strength. He felt the tongue invade his mouth and the lips lock tight over his, so he was suffocating until he inhaled Randy's hot breath.

Finally Randy loosened his grip and Chad yanked his head back. "Fuck you, man, you are so fucking arrogant. Just because you're this big dumb ..." The mouth clamped on his again as the hand pulled his face even harder against the churning lips. Breathing frantically through his nose he inhaled the stink of grease and sweat and started to choke.

Randy released him again and Chad gasped, "You're a fucking animal, man. OK, I'm done with you and your damn leg. It can fall off for all I ..."

"Instantly he was trapped again in a brutal kiss, and this time he felt the slabs of Randy's pecs pressing against his, crushing the breath out of him as things started to go dark and ... The pressure stopped.

Randy clamped his hands on the side of the doc's face and held it like a vise, his eyes piercing him like arrows. Gasping hard, Chad was too weak to respond this time and Randy growled, "That's better. Now let me make a couple things clear, doc. This is my territory and I am the boss here. You may be this fancy shmancy doc but here I give the orders and you obey me. So let me show you what obedience means in my neck of the woods.

Maintaining that hypnotic stare Randy clamped his hands on Chad's shoulders and pressed down hard, his fingers digging painfully into his trap muscles. Forced to surrender to the pain Chad felt his knees buckle and his face slid down against the stinking shirt, over the huge bulge at his crotch and down the filthy pants until he fell to his knees at the gypsy's feet.

He stared up at the construction worker towering over him and Randy grinned, "That's more like it, the doc kneeling at the boss's feet. Man you are one gorgeous fucking son-of-a-bitch, face like a Greek God, built like a brick fucking shithouse. That makes it all the hotter. See, this god ain't being worshipped. It's the Greek God who's on his knees and he's gonna worship cock."

Randy ripped open his pants and pulled out his massive, rock hard cock. Chad winced. "I ain't sucking your cock, man." In response Randy grabbed Chad's hair, pulled his face back ... and slapped his cock across the handsome face. "How was that again, dude?"

"I said I ain't gonna suck your fucking cock."

"Fuck you, man." Angry now Randy slammed his huge hard rod repeatedly across each side of Chad's face until he moaned. "OK, OK, I'll do it."

"Do what, man? Tell me what you want."

"I wanna suck your cock, man. Please, I wanna feel your rod in my mouth."

"That's better." Still holding Chad's tousled hair Randy rammed his shaft deep in his mouth. Chad choked, then the cock pulled back and drove in again. Desperately Chad clawed at Randy's arm, then at his thighs as the shaft pistoned relentlessly in his mouth.

The doc knew that using his energy to resist only made it harder so he tried to get used to the cock invading his throat. He opened wide and learned to breathe in sync with each thrust. He relaxed his throat muscles as much as he could and when the rhythm slowed a bit he felt an odd sense of pride that he was able to swallow the long, thick cock without gagging.

Randy was a master and when he felt Chad relax he resumed the ferocious attack, pushing Chad up to his pain limit and, at the last minute, slowing down again. He was toying with the muscle-god, watching his cock moving in and out of the square stubbled jaw.

At last Randy let go of his hair and Chad instinctively pulled back off his cock, spit running down his chin and tears down his cheeks. "You had enough, stud?"

Chad looked down at the pulsing cock then up at the heaving body and pale blue eyes, and he heard himself say, "More ..."

"Get your dick out, buddy." Obedience came naturally now as Chad unzipped his jeans, pulled out his semi-hard cock and stroked it. He opened his mouth and let the gypsy's rod slide down his throat.

"Now, doc, you know how to end this. I get off humiliating a macho top man like you. Get my rocks off that way. All you have to do is surrender to me by jerking off, and when I see you cum in submission I'll blast a load in your mouth and watch you gulp down the boss's jizz."

The doc was torn between feelings of degradation and euphoria. His mind was reeling but when he felt Randy's hands clamp his head tight he opened his mouth and swallowed the long shaft all the way down.

Then it got rough, worse than before, as Randy pushed toward the climax. He pounded the handsome face harder than ever and Chad knew he couldn't take much more. Frantically he pounded his own cock, knowing the humiliation of submission would also be his release. He choked on the massive cock, tears streamed down his face, but the assault on his mouth seemed to last forever. In the end it was the homoerotic thought of the powerful gypsy's cock pounding his mouth that made him cum.

He screamed into the gag choking him and his cock exploded, spraying cum all over Randy's work boots as he felt his mouth flooded with the boss's semen that he gulped down, beaten and exhausted.

"See what you did to my boots, man? Clean them up." In a daze the alpha male groveled at the boss's feet and licked his own cum off the boots, repulsed by the degrading spectacle but strangely elated at having been dominated by this spectacular man. He felt Randy grab his shirt and drag him over the dirt floor to one of the massive poles that supported the roof, ripping the shirt in the process.

Too dazed to resist Chad felt his wrists being tied behind the pole, then another rope tied round his neck. The other end was tied to the pole and he was forced to look up at Randy who was stroking his cock. He groaned, "I'm done, man. I can't take any more. Please ... you win, you're the boss."

"Love to hear a top man beg," Randy grinned. "You look fucking gorgeous like that, doc – my kinda man. OK, I'll finish you off." Randy pounded his cock in his fist until it erupted for a second time and sprayed the last of his jizz full in the face of the broken muscle-god.

Chad closed his eyes while Randy got a big pane of glass from the shelves and propped it up on the ground with a square of black wood behind it. When Chad opened his eyes he saw himself reflected in the glass, on his knees, hands tied behind him, the shreds of his ripped shirt hanging loose over his chest. His face was smothered with semen that ran down his face, out of his mouth and down his sagging jaw – a pornographic image of abject defeat and humiliation.

"I did that to you doc, like I promised I would. But there's something else I want and I know you want it too, I knew it when I first laid eyes on you. My man Bob beat me to the punch but I wanna hear you say it. I told you I would make you beg." Randy dropped to his knees in front of him. "Look into my eyes, doc, and tell me what you want. Tell me, man ..."

Mesmerized by the laser blue eyes and by the euphoria of being the gypsy's prisoner, Chad groaned, "I want you to fuck me, sir. Please, I wanna feel your cock in my ass."

Randy smiled, leaned forward and kissed him one last time. Then he pulled off his sweat-soaked tank top and sniffed it. "Phew, fucking thing stinks. Here, chew on this doc." He rolled the wet shirt in a ball and stuffed it in Chad's mouth.

Randy stood up and grinned down at the pornographic sight. "Damn that's hot. Oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck you real good, big guy, but later. I gotta let my leg heal first. Doctor's orders." He roared with laughter at his own joke and walked away out of the warehouse.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

Left alone in the silence of this cavernous place Chad stared at the mirror and hardly recognized the half-naked hunk in the ripped shirt, kneeling in defeat and degradation, hands tied behind him, a rope round his neck, his face smothered in cum, gagged by a stinking cloth jammed in his mouth.

He could have forced the gag out but when he bit down on it he felt the gypsy's rancid sweat squeeze down his throat. As he gulped it down he smelled and tasted the man, and was overwhelmed by the thought of Randy's magnificent body leaning over him, his cock ploughing his ass. He wanted it so bad ... so bad.

His head fell forward and he lost track of how long he had been there until he was roused from his stupor by a sound, a footstep. It must be Randy, coming back to release him. But when he raised his head he blinked in confusion and spat out his gag. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question, doc," said Miguel.

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 493

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