A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 354 By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:

It's payback time for the macho young mechanic Pablo. He topped Randy and Bob but now gets spit-roasted by the two bosses. "Not such a hotshot mechanic now, are you, stud?" At the Grady House rivalry simmers between the blond gymnast Tommy and the young chef Danny. "Face it, man, I don't like you much and you don't like me. I don't like sharing a bed with you any more than you do."

CHAPTER 354 – "A MECHANIC IS SPIT ROASTED – TWO JOCKS FEUD"

************ In the previous chapter *************

Pablo was no longer the feisty kid in ragged dungarees. Randy's boy had matured into a macho young stud, the company's chief mechanic.

Ever since Randy first met the boy he had always worked in those old dungarees that defined him in Randy's mind as the brave oil-streaked young kid he had long ago rescued from a run-down gas station in the desert, had taken on as his boy and later adopted as his son.

But then, one day recently Pablo had shown up for work shirtless wearing old greasy jeans and muddy work-boots. The young colt Randy had raised had become a stallion. He had always had a great body, sculpted by grueling gym workouts with Randy. But now it was as if the young jock had stepped right out of the pages of a porn magazine, ruggedly handsome with a body that wouldn't quit.

His bare torso was that of a junior bodybuilder – broad shoulders, bulging biceps, ripped abs and a slim waist and hips hugged by his beltless jeans. The old, worn jeans were creased at the crotch that bulged sexily under the greasy denim stretched over his muscled thighs. "Damn, that's one fucking gorgeous son-of-a-bitch," Randy murmured, as he looked out at the construction site from his trailer office and jerked off watching the hot mechanic at work.

Pablo had always idolized Randy and modeled himself on his hero in every way, including Randy's rugged, sometimes savage, sexuality. And now he came into the trailer and proved his new sexual power by fucking Randy and leaving the gypsy construction boss sprawled naked on the floor smothered in jizz, moaning, "Holy fucking shit."

Later that evening Randy's lover Bob, with the body and features of Superman, had decided to give his blessing to Pablo's new, dominant image. After dinner in the master suite with Randy, Pablo, his lover Darius, and Bob's twins Kyle and Kevin, Bob had dramatically submitted his own magnificent body to Pablo's rampant lust. The other boys had been awestruck witnesses to Pablo ramrodding the ass of the boss's lover.

The boys were stunned that Pablo had treated Bob so savagely, physically and verbally. But Bob knew that the young stud was playing the part of Randy, behaving as he would, even if that meant burying his natural respect for Bob under an impetuous surge of lust and sexual domination laced with obscenities learned from Randy.

Randy too had felt some unease about Pablo's aggressiveness but his concerns were superseded by pride in his boy's sexual prowess and the visual spectacle of the young mechanic butt-fucking the muscular superman.

Later that night when Randy and Bob were lying in bed talking out the wild day they had just lived through, Randy said, "Pablo's turned into quite the young stallion ain't he? I could see he turned you on a whole lot." He grinned, "Man, he's so much like me, you, er ... you wouldn't ever think of dumping me for a younger model would you?"

Bob laughed, "Randy you sound like we're playing out some kind of soap opera?"

"Well aren't we?" Randy smiled. "Ain't that kind of what our life's become? Just imagine all the sexual dramas playing out in this house right now."

"Yeah," Bob chuckled, "but you can bet our guys are all in hog heaven. I'd be more concerned with the other houses. From the gossip I hear, Tommy up at Steve's house, and Danny at the Grady House have been kinda down in the dumps lately. It's my belief they're feeling a bit isolated in their grand houses, sort of cut off from the tribe. Maybe they need to find boyfriends for themselves – get a little romance going in their lives."

Randy sighed. "Well, buddy, even you can't sort out all their lives for them. Anyway, right now it's just the two of us and we've had a helluva weird day. Damn, we've both been shagged rotten today by that stud mechanic of mine so I guess it's up to me to prove to you who the real master is around here."

"The older model, eh?" Bob chuckled. "OK, bossman, show me what you got."

********************* CHAPTER 354 **********************

Early next morning Bob and Randy were stirring, both of them with morning hard-ons. "Hmm," Randy murmured as he reached down and folded his fist round Bob's rigid shaft. "What do you plan on doing with that, big guy?"

"Can't you guess, buddy? Last night I got my ass ploughed first by your hyped-up stud mechanic, and then by the older version, his gypsy dad Randy. About time I turned the tables, don't you think?"

"You read my mind, dude. You wanna get your rocks off in my ass, I say go for it." Randy turned his back to Bob and pressed his ass against his cock. But at the point of entry they were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Damn," Randy growled then yelled, "Yeah, who is it?"

The door opened and Pablo stood there dressed for work in his grubby, beltless jeans, boots, and a ragged oil-streaked tank-top clinging to the muscles of his torso, the same as Randy always wore on the construction site.

"It's me, sir. I was just leaving for work, thought I'd make an early start, but I wanted to drop in and ..." He grinned, seeing both men sporting healthy erections. "Heck, seems I interrupted something, sir, sorry about that."

Randy was torn between frustration at the intrusion and admiration for the muscular young jock with that sexy, crooked smile on his handsome face. "OK, so you wanted to drop in and ...?"

"Well, sir, I thought I owed Bob an apology for last night. I guess I got carried away and kinda lost control ... just like you do, sir," with a raffish grin at Randy. Then he turned to Bob. "Sir, I meant no disrespect and I hope I didn't come on too strong. I didn't mean to give you the same treatment my dad gives you."

Bob smiled, "Yes you did, Pablo, we all know that. You can't help copying Randy in everything you do and I knew that's what you were doing. Don't forget it was me who encouraged you after dinner when I got naked." He chuckled, "A man who strips all his clothes off is just asking for it. But no sweat, boy, I loved it. Hell, a hot, junior version of the savage gypsy ploughing my ass? What's not to like? And I'm impressed by your coming by to check on me and apologize. It does you credit, and it's just what Randy does after acting like a caveman."

"Phew, that's a relief," Pablo grinned. "Thanks for saying that, sir, and if there's ever anything I can do to make amends, just say the word. OK, guys, sorry again for interrupting your, er, that thing you were doing ..." Again the roguish smile. "I'm off to work."

He turned and headed for the door, but a growl from Randy stopped him dead in his tracks. "Now wait just a goddam minute here, boy." Pablo turned and looked questioningly at Randy. "You come striding in here like the cock of the walk just because you ploughed my gorgeous man's ass and made him beg for more?" Then Randy's face broke into a dazzling smile. "Not that you weren't fucking gorgeous yourself, stud, and made me damn proud of you."

"But ...?" Pablo asked.

"But you can't just throw out that `anything-I-can-do-to-make-amends' line and waltz right outa here, especially when you barged in and interrupted my man with a roaring hard-on cranking up to ream my ass. Damn straight there's something you can do, boy, and I'm gonna leave it to Bob to decide what. He's the injured party after all. The cocky young jock's all yours, Bob."

Bob smiled at the somewhat chastened Pablo. "I guess this is a case where actions speak louder than words, Pablo. It's one thing to say you're making amends, but I got the impression you were a man of action. You sure were last night. I saw plenty of your big dick last night, Pablo, but rumor has it that you have an even more stunning attribute than that. And that's what I want to see now. I think you know what I mean."

Pablo flashed his cheeky grin and turned his back to the men. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down over his ass. "Oh shit," Bob laughed, "rumor had it right. That ass is priceless." The flawless white globes were displayed perfectly, framed by the bottom of the tank draped over the top of the curve, and the jeans below the ass clinging round the muscled thighs.

"I'm sure Randy has taught you, Pablo, that there are many things that go to make a real man beyond being a great fuck – though I gotta admit that is near the top of the list. You have become one hell of a sexy, dominant stud, but a real man has to be prepared to take punishment as well as dish it out. You think you can do that?"

Pablo looked back over his shoulder at Bob propped on his elbows on the bed behind him. "Sir," he said indignantly, "the ass you are looking at has been punished almost daily for years by my dad, and I think you know how that feels ... sir."

Bob smiled, "Kid, you are fast becoming an arrogant mother-fucker, you know that?"

"Thank you sir," Pablo replied with more than a hint of mockery.

"You need to be knocked off that high horse, man. OK, I want you on your hands and knees facing the mirror on the wall."

Still acting with cocksure smugness Pablo dropped on all fours and pushed his ass up in the air in an almost defiant gesture. But when Bob rose up off the bed, all Pablo's arrogance vanished as he stared in the mirror at the handsome naked muscle-god towering behind him, his huge shaft standing straight out from his dark pubic hair like a pole. No one could compare to this muscular superman who could intimidate anyone simply by just his naked presence.

Bob stroked his own cock and said, "You see this, man? This is the cock that was about to drive into the boss's ass when you barged in, but I guess the boss will have to wait ... thanks to you. `Cos you know where this rod is going?"

"Up my butt, sir?"

"Damn right. I have on occasion fucked that sweet ass when you were still a young rooky. But now I'm looking down at the muscular stud mechanic who strutted his stuff by fucking the boss in his office and left him sprawled naked on the floor covered in jizz. Then he had the audacity to do the same to the boss's lover, pinning him to the bed and pounding his ass, making him submit and beg for release.

"Man, you may be the macho chief mechanic who looks like he belongs in a porn flick but sometimes an alpha stud like you has to be chopped down to size. Not such a top man now, stud, on your hands and knees, you pants hanging down, bareassed and waiting to get butt fucked. And now I wanna hear that arrogant stud beg. Let's hear what you want, man."

Bob's teasing foreplay was driving Pablo wild with lust. "Godammit, man, I wanna feel your rod in my ass." Then, realizing that sounded more like an order, "Please, sir. Please, you look incredible, sir, and I want you to fuck my ass, sir."

Hearing the muscular Mestizo humble himself by begging for cock Bob felt a rush of adrenaline and sank to his knees behind him. He spat on his cock and pressed it between the cheeks of the perfect ass. He reached forward, grabbed Pablo's thick black hair and pulled his face back, forcing him to look at himself in the mirror.

"See that beautiful face, those chiseled features, those muscular shoulders? That's the dominant young jock who thinks he rules the roost, who fucked the boss into submission and then reamed his lover. But watch that face now, man, as I do this ...!"

"Aaagh!" The square-cut features twisted into a howl of pain as the long thick shaft pierced his ass and drove deep inside. "Too much for you stud?" Bob taunted.

"No, sir. Please, I want it, sir ... I need it ... I need to get fucked sir ... I beg you."

Bob pulled back and drove in again, still pulling Pablo's head back and watching tears spring to his eyes. His cock became a pile-driver, pistoning in and out of the young jock's ass as he growled, "Payback time, man. How's it feel to get your ass slammed by the guy you trashed, eh? Not such a hotshot mechanic now, are you, stud?"

"Fuck you, man," Pablo yelled, summoning his last shreds of defiance, but the ramrod continued to pound his ass mercilessly and when Pablo looked at the superman face behind him he became submissive and begged for more. "Man, you're so hot, you're cock feels ... oh god, fuck me, sir ... fuck me ...!.

Bob let Pablo's head drop down and grabbed the back of his tank instead. He yanked it back making Pablo rear up on his knees. Bob reached round his chest, yanked on the thin fabric and ripped it back off his chest so it hung in shreds round his neck. Pablo's arms reached out helplessly, clawing at thin air as his muscular body shook from the pounding in his ass.

"Hey, Randy, you gonna leave all the heavy lifting to me?" Bob shouted. "How about grabbing a piece of the action here?"

Randy grinned and got off the bed, still naked. He came round to face his boy who had gone back on all fours. He grabbed the shreds of his tank behind his neck and pulled the face up level with his massive iron-hard dick. "OK, stud, you can swagger all you like, the hot jock who dominates men and makes them drool over your gorgeous body, but I'm the boss and the man pounding you ass is my lover. So you know what you have to do now, stud. Open up."

Obediently the young mechanic opened his mouth wide and choked as the gypsy's rod pushed into it and down his throat. "OK, buddy," Randy grinned at Bob, "let's show the cocky young jock that if he has the balls to fuck the bosses of the tribe one after the other, he pays by getting spit-roasted by the same two guys. Look in the mirror, boy, and see how the mighty have fallen."

Pablo glanced sideways and saw in the mirror the pornographic spectacle of the tough young mechanic on his hands and knees, pants round his legs, shredded tank hanging round his neck, with massive dicks pounding his ass and face. His humiliation was complete ... and as he flexed his body to withstand the onslaught the homoerotic fantasy turned him on and made his dick rock hard beneath him.

"See that, buddy?" Randy laughed. "It fucking turns him on to get ploughed by two masters. Let's make him cum man, then we'll keep punishing him. Like he said himself, `a guy hurts worse after he's shot his load."

And so the men turned up the heat, fucking him ferociously, and it was the spectacle in the mirror of the muscle-stud getting savagely spit-roasted, as much as the pounding in his butt and his face, that made Pablo's body shudder ... made him scream into the gag of Randy's cock ... and made his cock pump its load all over the floor.

But that didn't end it. The double-fuck increased in strength and tempo as Randy and Bob grinned at each other and went to town on the brash mechanic, until each sensed that the other was ready. "OK, big guy," Randy grinned. "Let's show him who's really boss around here. Let's give it to him. Let's fill the mother-fucker with jizz. You ready?"

"Let's do it, big guy. Shit his ass feels good ... fucking gorgeous young buck. Here it comes, man ... Yeaaah!" Pablo's body bucked and he choked as cum exploded in his ass and down his throat. Randy pulled out, held the face up by the rags round his neck and pumped the last jets of semen full in the handsome Mestizo face.

He stared down at the rugged mechanic, cum streaming down his face, square jaw sagging open, jizz oozing from it down his chin. Randy's eyes gleamed. "Beautiful ... abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous." Bob pulled out of his ass and Randy reached down and pulled Pablo to his feet. He wrapped his arms round him, kissed him hard on the mouth and sucked on his own cum.

He pulled away and stared into his face. "You are such a stud, kiddo. You are exactly the boy I wanted ... exactly ... and I'm so fucking proud of you." Pablo grinned his lopsided grin. "Thank you, sir. That means everything to me."

Randy pulled Bob down beside him on the bed, they propped themselves on their elbows and gazed up at him. "Pull your pants up, boy, you'll be late for work. First you're gonna go down to Darius, dripping with cum, your ripped tank hanging over your chest, so he can see what happened to you."

Randy reached down to the floor, picked up his own sweaty tank that he had taken off the day before and flung it at Pablo. And before you and Darius take off for work put this on. That way you'll stink of my sweat and my jizz all day."

"Thank you, sir," Pablo said, buttoning his pants. "And, er, if you want me to come to your trailer during the break for a re-match, just holler."

"Fuck you, boy." Randy grinned. "Get your ass out of here before I pound it again."

With a cocky salute Pablo was gone and Randy glowed with pride as he turned to Bob. "How about that kid, eh buddy? Ain't he something?"

"He's your boy, alright, Randy. A chip off the old block. You better watch it, stud, or I just might turn you in for the younger model."

"Asshole. Any more of that and I'll tie you to the bed and leave you there all day. When I come back I'll work you over like I used to do. You'll be begging for it."

Bob chuckled, turned on by the thought of being at the mercy of the ferocious gypsy. "Not today buddy ... too much to do, I'll be tied up with other things. I gotta go up to the Grady House and check on how Brandon is handling the accounts for Grady and Mario. Seems they guys are off again on one of their trips to promote Grady's movie, like they did in Rome, leaving Danny and Brian to hold the fort."

"Yeah, well I s'pose you gotta do that. But before you tangle with Pablo again you check with me first. He's my boy and I decide when and if he fucks with you again."

"Oh yeah? Try telling him that. I have a feeling you'd be the one who ends up tied to the bed."

Randy grinned. "Like I said, you're an asshole, but you're my asshole and I love you, buddy." He gave him a grinding kiss, then got up, pulled on his jeans and boots and left for work.

A short while later as Bob drove his Mercedes up the hill toward the Grady House he had a hard time pulling his thoughts away from the sight of the young jock mechanic on all fours getting spit-roasted, but he eventually succeeded in focusing on the task ahead. He was going not only to supervise Brandon's handling of the accounts but also to check on Danny.

As he had mentioned to Randy, he had heard through the grapevine that Danny was in some kind of funk at the house, and so was Tommy, the house manager for Steve and Lloyd at their spacious house in the hills.

Bob guessed that the boys were feeling a bit isolated ... not so much physically as emotionally. They both ran big houses and loved their jobs but there was a danger that they might submerge their own identities and desire in the needs of their employers. And when the activity in the house slowed down, leaving them more or less alone, they ended up feeling quite solitary.

At the high security gates at the Grady House Bob could have used the security code that only he and a few others knew, but out of deference to Danny, the house manager, he pressed the buzzer. Almost immediately Danny's voice came through the intercom. He had seen Bob's Mercedes on the security camera and said excitedly, "Hello, sir, great to see you. Please come right in." The big gates swung silently open, the Mercedes glided inside, and they immediately closed behind it.

When Bob got out of the car Danny was there to greet him, a white bib apron wrapped round his solid compact body, and Bob gave him a long tight hug. "Hey, Danny, how's it going? Dude, you get more handsome every time I see you. Seems a long time since Randy and I first saw you serving drinks by the pool at the Ritz Carlton. And look at you now – in charge of this big movie star house."

"Yes, sir, it's the best job a guy could ever have, especially for a chef like me. Talking of which, sir," he added eagerly, "I'm hoping you can stay for lunch. I have a menu all worked out."

Such was the enthusiasm shining in Danny's eyes that Bob readily accepted. "Thanks, Danny, I'd love to. Who else is here?"

"Well, sir, you know that Grady and Mario are abroad again promoting the movie. South America this time – Rio and ... and a whole bunch of other places, I lose track. But Brian is here, of course, and Brandon dropped by for his meeting with you. He's upstairs in the office."

"Right, well I better get up there to him. But when we've finished I'll come down to the kitchen and we'll have a little chat if you have time.

"Oh I'll have time, sir," Danny smiled. "Always for you."

Bob took the elevator to the second floor and when the doors opened he ran into Brian, wheeling his wheelchair down the long hallway with a load of clean sheets piled on his tray table. His big round eyes lit up and he said, "Sir, you're here. I was just changing the beds. Are you staying to lunch, sir?"

"Sure am," Bob smiled, "Danny twisted my arm. Er, can I help you with all that stuff?"

"No thank you, sir," Brian said determinedly, "I can manage just fine."

"Of course you can," Bob smiled, recognizing that independent spirit shown by Brian and Brandon who always emphatically made clear that despite both being in wheelchairs they could do anything the other boys did. The same confidence shone in Brandon's eyes when Bob walked into the office and Brandon rolled back from his computer and raised his arms for a hug.

They got right down to business and spent over an hour going over the expenses of the house. Bob was Grady's business manager, planned his investments and knew every detail of his huge income from the film studio. He insisted that, despite the huge inflow of money, they should keep an eye on expenses. As he always said, "the gravy train might not last forever." That was Brandon's job and he proudly pointed out economies they had been able to make.

"You're doing a fantastic job here, Brandon," Bob said. "I'll be sure to tell Pete. He'll be real proud that his boy is managing all this so well." Brandon blushed with pleasure. "OK kiddo, were done with the figures. Now I want to hear how things are going here. Everything OK?"

"Oh yes, sir. Danny and Brian are cranking up for the big event when Grady and Mario get back." He gave a conspiratorial smile. "See that safe over there, sir? You'll never guess what's in it." He paused for dramatic effect. "It's a DVD, hand-delivered yesterday from the studio ... an advance copy of Grady's movie! But I better let Danny tell you all about it."

"Sounds exciting. And, er, how is Danny doing?"

"Oh he's ... he's great, sir," Brandon said, not very convincingly. Bob smiled at him with his kind, inviting smile, and raised his eyebrows questioningly. "Well, sir, I don't want to gossip but ... but I'm a bit worried about Danny. See, he spends a whole bunch of time alone in the kitchen and, when the house is empty like it is now, he looks kinda, I dunno, a bit mopey if you know what I mean.

"See, when I get through work, sir, I got Pete to go home to, but Danny's got no-one, I mean no-one to love like I love Pete. Oh sure, Grady and Mario love him to bits and sometimes have sex with him. And Danny and Brian are best buddies, real close. But at the end of the day when Danny goes to bed he's all alone.

"And there's another thing, sir. Tommy often comes over to help when we have company and there's, I dunno, something kinda ... tense between him and Danny. `Course you remember when they both worked at the hotel Tommy was the assistant manager and was real mean and arrogant with Danny who was just a waiter. I thought they'd kinda got over that but ... I dunno," he frowned. "Like I said, there's something a bit weird going on that I can't put my finger on. It's kinda like a pot that's simmering and about to boil over, if you know what I mean."

"I think I do, Brandon. I was going down to the kitchen for a chat, anyway, so can you leave it with me? I won't tell Danny you spoke about him, that's between us."

"That would be great, sir. Sir, I'm real glad you're here. Is it OK to say that?"

"It's very flattering, Brandon. Thank you. See you at lunch."

"Mmm, something smells good," Bob said as he walked into the kitchen.

"Chicken pot pie," Danny grinned, turning away from the stove. "One of my specialties." Bob's heart went out to the young man with his lithe, compact body, tousled hair and cute face with a hint of cheekiness under his basic shyness.

"You seem to have a whole lot of specialties, Danny. Er, Brandon mentioned that you guys have a big event coming up. Something to do with the DVD that came yesterday."

Danny's eyes lit up. "Yes, sir, it's a private copy of Grady's Tarzan movie. It's more or less the finished version, though the studio is still tweaking it a bit in post-production and the premier is still a couple months away. So it's top secret, must never leak out or it'll be pirated everywhere, that's why no-one's seen it yet and it's locked in the safe.

"But when the guys get back we're gonna have a private screening for the tribe in our basement screening room. The twins are coming to help in the kitchen and Tommy's coming over from Steve's house to help with the arrangements.

"Wow, that'll be quite an event. Yeah, the twins mentioned they were coming up here soon, and of course Tommy had experience as a party planner at the hotel. I guess you work with him quite a lot now. How's he doing?"

"Oh, still as pushy as ever," Danny said impulsively, and immediately blushed.

"Sorry, sir, I didn't mean ... It's just that, lately he seems a bit distant with me. Maybe he never got over that assistant manager gig where he looked down on me. Or maybe it's because he's a bit lonely up at Steve and Lloyd's place. I mean, he has sex pretty regularly with Lloyd and sometimes with both of them but, well, he doesn't have anyone he's real close to, like no boyfriend or anything. Face it, when he goes to bed he sleeps alone."

Wow, Bob thought, pretty much word for word what Brandon just said about Danny. He hesitated, knowing he was treading on thin ice. "Er, you know Danny one thing that can make a boy tense is when he isn't getting any ... sex I mean. I know I'm being real pushy here but ... when did you last have sex?"

Danny blushed, but Bob was the kind of guy men opened up too, even on intimate subjects. "Well, sir ... about two weeks ago. Oh don't get me wrong, when they're here Grady and Mario often include me in their sex games and that's incredible. And sometimes I climb into bed with Brian and we jerk each other off.

"But Grady and Mario haven't been here for almost two weeks and I don't really wanna jack off alone. When I was living in my little room in the hotel that's all I did, jack off, but now I only wanna have sex with a guy who really turns me on, someone I can look up to."

"Hmm, not good, kiddo. You gotta release that load more often. You must have built up a real head of steam in there, like a pressure cooker ready to blow."

Danny's shyness was replaced by his cheeky grin. "You can say that again, sir."

Once again Bob's heart went out to this sweet-natured young guy who worked so hard but was, deep down, lonely for love and affection. "Well, Danny, like I said, those other problems will take time, but there's one thing we can take care of right now. Take off that apron."

Puzzled, Danny did as he was told and then he gasped as Bob fell on his knees in front of him. Danny stared down at the square-jawed Superman face, at his V-neck white T-shirt stretched over the muscles of his flawless physique, and he stammered, "No, sir, I can't, I couldn't ... it wouldn't be right, sir ... you're the boss, Randy's lover ... you're so ... and I'm only ..."

"Sorry, Danny, I guess I took too much for granted. You said you only wanted a guy who really turns you on and apparently that's not me ..."

"Oh no, sir ... I mean yes, sir, you do turn me on, you turn everyone on. My cock's been hard ever since you came in here, sir, but now ..."

"So let's take a look." Bob unzipped Danny's pants and pulled out his limp dick. "Well that's just nerves, Danny," Bob chuckled. "Often happens that when a guy wants it really, really bad that's exactly the moment passion turns to panic and he loses his erection. But we can soon take care of that."

Bob pulled off his own T-shirt and that alone was almost enough to make Danny cum, looking down at his broad shoulders, the mounds of his pecs and eight-pack abs. And he could not believe the sight of this stunning muscle-god bending forward and licking his balls. But still he was too nervous to get hard ... until Bob licked the head of his cock and swallowed the whole thing down his throat.

"Aaah!" Danny sighed deeply as blood raced through his cock making it swell in Bob's mouth. He almost blew his wad right there but he wanted to hold back and enjoy it. And boy, did he ever! Bob pulled back and started to ease back and forth, pulling all the way back to the head, pausing and then swallowing it all the way down to the back of his throat, where he gulped several times so his throat muscles clenched round the head in the warm, moist depths.

Then, as he pulled back again he pursed his lips tight round the shaft as if he were drawing the semen from his balls and along his cock. Danny was driven wild and lost all his inhibitions. He ran his hands through Bob's thick mop of dark hair, back to the square nape where he linked his fingers and pulled the sculpted face down on his cock.

And so it continued as Bob increased the tempo and Danny stared down in disbelief at his rigid cock disappearing like a piston into the sexy mouth of this beautiful man. The sensation in his cock, the vision, the fantasy, all combined to send shafts of ecstasy through the young chef's body and he knew he could no longer resist. All the pent up juice of the last two weeks now roared for release and he yelled, "Sir, I think I'm gonna ... I'm cumming, sir, I'm gonna cum in your mouth sir ... I ... aaagh!"

It was a massive eruption of jizz that poured down Bob's throat as he swallowed gulp after gulp. Danny thought he would never stop pumping jizz but at last his cock shuddered less and the deluge stopped. Bob pulled off his cock but it still ached and, as he looked down at the pornographic sight of the chiseled superman features with tears flowing down his cheeks and semen down his chin, Danny knew it wasn't over.

So he was not surprised when Bob clamped both hands round his still-rigid cock and started to pump it. "I want more, boy. I want more of that jizz, it's so warm and sweet ... I know you can do it, kid. You can if you really find me hot. I need it, boy, I need your sperm in my face. Let me taste that jizz. Show me how much I turn you on, boy."

Danny drifted into a homoerotic world where this shirtless muscle-god was on his knees, cheeks streaked with tears, stubbled jaw oozing cum, pumping the boy's cock frantically and begging him to cum. No boy could resist this and Danny felt his balls swelling and his cock throbbing again. "Here it comes, sir ... fuck yeah ... fuck ... yeah ...!"

Once again his cock exploded, this time blasting cum full in the superman face, on his proud forehead, high cheekbones and into his wide-open mouth so it spilled over his chin, dripped onto his heaving chest and ran down the cleft between his pecs and over the ridges of his abs.

Danny had always admired Bob, but now as he gazed down at the incredible spectacle he worshipped him as a boy might worship a demi-god. Bob rose to his feet and flashed a gleaming smile at Danny.

"Good, so that helps to relieve the pressure in your balls. But I'm thinking two things here. First, my cock's rock hard `cos I haven't cum yet. And second, I'm remembering how your young friend Eddie can cum a million times one after the other. If he were here he'd have no problem helping me out. How about you, kiddo?"

Danny's eyes danced with glee. "Oh yes, sir, of course, sir, I can do that. It would be an honor. Leave it to me." He dropped to his knees, unbuttoned Bob's jeans and pulled out his massive dick, hard as steel. It could have been a daunting sight but now Danny's craving to please Bob was so strong that he dispensed with foreplay, opened his mouth wide and pushed forward on the thick shaft until his face was buried in the tangle of black pubic hair, inhaling its musky smell.

"Yeah, that's it, boy, suck your master's cock ... make him feel good. He grabbed Danny's hair and pulled his head back and forth, forcing the warm mouth down on his rod. The mention of Eddie reminded Danny of the blow-job lessons he had got from him and he used all the tricks he had learned.

The big dick slammed to the back of his throat and he heard the deep voice growl, "Take it, boy, take it all. I'm gonna fuck your face until I see you splash more juice on the floor. Grab your dick boy and pump it till you cum. Do it for me, kid."

Danny knew he had to obey ... he wanted to obey this glorious man. Excited by the deep, sexy voice and choking on the shaft slamming against the back of his throat the boy pumped his dick frantically, determined to please the master. And finally, although he had just shot two loads, he felt the familiar tingling in his cock and knew he could do it. He screamed a muffled scream into the gag of the swelling cock and shot a stream of jizz that splashed on the kitchen floor.

"Good boy," Bob yelled, "now drink this!" Danny felt semen gushing down his throat, stream after stream ... and he swallowed it all." When the cock had drained inside him the long rod pulled out and he felt strong hands pulling him to his feet. Bob pulled him into his arms and gave him a passionate, open-mouth kiss. When at last their faces pulled apart Danny licked the cum from Bob's face, then pulled a towel from his back pocket and wiped it dry.

Bob grinned, "And don't forget to clean the floor, kiddo. If the Health Department comes in to inspect they'll take a dim view of a kitchen floor with jism splashed all over it." Danny laughed and Bob was pleased to see a sparkle in his eyes that had not been there before.

After they both buttoned their pants Bob ruffled Danny's hair said, "Well, I'd say that took care of one problem, Danny – that two-week load of jizz straining to get out. As for the other stuff we talked about, well, these things have a habit of sorting themselves out one way or another. In the meantime, you and Tommy have to work together so don't lose your cool or anything. And don't forget, you're the boss around here and you answer only to Grady and Mario."

"Thank you, sir. Thank you for everything. Tommy's coming over soon to go over the plans with me so I'll keep that in mind. I'm glad we had this chat, sir, and ..." he grinned cheekily ... "thanks for helping me let off steam. I'm so happy you're here today. Er, lunch has been delayed a bit `cos I got kinda distracted, but it'll be ready in less than an hour."

"Right. I'm gonna go check in on Brian. He was working hard when I ran into him earlier."

"Brian is so great, sir. Him and me are best buddies."

Bob was pensive as he left the kitchen and went in search of Brian. He puzzled over what Brandon and Danny had said about Tommy, but he couldn't help feeling there was a piece of the puzzle missing. It wasn't just residual animosity between them – that didn't fit somehow. A phrase Brandon had used stuck in his mind – `something a bit weird that I can't put my finger on'. That was exactly how Bob felt.

There was a large sitting area attached to the kitchen, a space that was designed by Mario who said that people always hung out in kitchens anyway so they might as well be comfortable doing it. Grady had agreed, as he agreed with everything his lover suggested.

It was here that lunch was being served, and Bob and the three boys had just taken their places at the table when the gate buzzer sounded. Danny jumped up, looked at the security screen and said (with just a hint of annoyance, Bob thought), "It's Tommy already, he's early." Without a word of greeting Danny buzzed open the gate, then closed them after Tommy drove in.

Brandon was already moving closer to Brian to make space for Tommy at the table. "Good," Bob said, "is Tommy joining us? Is there enough food?"

There's always enough food sir." Danny managed a grin, putting the accent on food, implying that other things, like goodwill, might be in short supply. Tommy came in and, surprised to see Bob, smiled and shook hands. "Hello, sir, good to see you again. Hi Brian, hi Brandon ... Danny," with a slight nod of the head.

Oh dear, Bob thought, things had gone farther than he imagined – there was a distinct frost in the air between Danny and Tommy. But Brian and Brandon warmed things up with their chatter of two good friends catching up. They glanced mischievously from Danny to Bob and exchanged knowing looks. Danny picked up on it and shrugged at Bob with a smile.

"OK, guys," Bob chuckled, "I can tell when something's up between you two and I've a fair idea what you're dying to know. OK if I tell them, Danny?" He grinned and nodded. "OK," Bob said, yes something happened between Danny and me. When I went to the kitchen Danny was feeling horny so I knelt down and sucked his cock. Then he came again in my face. Then he sucked my dick and came for a third time. Does that satisfy you?"

Bob's cheery candor in spilling these intimate details made them laugh and Brian said, "Way to go, Danny. You probably needed that." There was laughter round the table, except from Tommy who huffed quietly and gave Danny a steely look. Bob read jealousy in his eye ... but jealous of whom, he wondered, Danny or Bob. And suddenly he glimpsed the piece of the puzzle he had been missing.

After that the lunch proceeded pleasantly and Bob asked lots of questions about Grady's movie, his promotional trips with Mario, how the house was going, whether there were any security problems. The boys in turn prodded Bob for information about Pablo as they all knew something was afoot so Bob replied with the same candor as before.

"OK, I might as well tell you because Darius knows, which means it's probably all over the grapevine. Pablo, as you know, is real grown up now and yesterday he proved it by fucking Randy first and then me. But we got our own back this morning when he came into our room and we spit-roasted him – Randy in front and me behind. There, does that satisfy you?"

Even Tommy joined in the laughter this time. The boys all loved Bob, his confidence and openness and spectacular good looks. They were also a bit envious of Danny and hoped that their turn would come someday soon.

Danny, the master pastry chef, treated them to one of his special desserts and the party broke up. Bob pushed away from the table and said, "Well, I gotta get going ... work to do. Steve and Lloyd are coming for dinner with Randy and me tonight. And I know you guys have a bunch of stuff to do getting ready for the return of Grady and Mario." He stood up and squeezed Danny's shoulder. "Don't forget what I told you, kiddo. You're the boss."

They all went out with him, he got into his Mercedes and drove off with a wave, the quintessential alpha male, gorgeous and loved by all. Tommy turned to Danny and said, "OK, dude, you and me better get started. Just us – we don't need any help."

"Oh no," Danny said firmly. "Brian is as much a part of this house as anyone, and Brandon keeps an eye on the budget, so they come with us. Tommy inhaled sharply and flashed a steely look, but he had heard what Bob said about Danny being the boss and he knew better than to go against Bob.

So they all trooped into the house to set about making arrangements, though Brian and Brandon wheeling their chairs behind the others looked at each other with raised eyebrows. They sensed a heaviness in the air as when black clouds gather just before a storm breaks.

All four of them sat round the dining room table and Danny and Tommy made suggestions and took notes. Danny began, "I think we should do this on a Sunday, maybe a Sunday brunch out by the pool and show the movie in the screening room right afterwards."

"I disagree," Tommy retorted. "We should do a dinner in here and then the screening when they're all liquored up. Much more festive." The boys looked surprised and Brandon had the feeling that Tommy was not so much opposing Danny's idea as opposing Danny himself ... a kind of one-upmanship.

Brian cleared his throat and spoke up nervously in Danny's defense. "Er, I don't think the dining room is big enough. I mean there'll be about two dozen guys and ..."

"A minor detail," Tommy cut Brian off abruptly. "Experienced party planners know how to accommodate a big crowd in a small space. You're out of your depth here, kid."

Angry at the putdown of Brian, Danny defended him. "I think Brian's right. Besides, outdoors is a lot more fun, more casual. It'll be hot and sunny and the guys can swim if they want to ..."

And that's how it went, back and forth between Danny and Tommy, and Brandon frowned as he watched the increasing rivalry, a territorial contest, jealousy or whatever it was. Again he had that feeling he had shared with Bob that there's was something else going on under the surface to explain the tension between them.

Danny said, "Maybe if it's that casual a buffet brunch would be best where guys can eat when they like and serve themselves."

"Dude, this is a big event," Tommy said sarcastically. "Formal is better – dinner then the movie."

Brian plucked up his courage and chimed in again. "Problem with that is, if the movie comes last, after dinner, the party will break up when it's over and they'll all go home. The fun part should be after the movie when everyone kicks back and talks about it – you know, favorite parts, joking around – all that stuff. Least, that's what we boys always do after a movie."

"Yeah," Tommy sneered, "well I don't think we're interested in what the junior kids do. We're talking adult men here and I happen to know what men prefer."

"But if we screen it in the afternoon the guys could even stick around for dinner and ..."

"Look, kid, just keep quiet will you, and leave it to a professional? Haven't you got work to do somewhere else?"

Tears came to Brian's eyes and he looked at Brandon. "I think we should leave, dude." He pushed his wheelchair back from the table but Danny stood up, his eyes blazing. "Stay right where you are, Brian. If anyone leaves the room it's sure as hell not gonna be you. Tommy, you care to step outside so we can settle this?"

They both left the room as Brandon put his hand on Brian's. "Don't worry, dude, that wasn't directed at you. Tommy's been needling Danny ever since he got here and he had a go at you just because you're Danny's assistant. But Danny won't stand for that. Better just let them sort it out between themselves.

And that's just what they were about to do out in the garden. "Look, man," Danny said, "you were way out of line in there. That boy is a great, loyal and hard-working kid and my friend, so while you're in this house you'll respect him. Whatever it is you got against me, don't take it out on him, and that's an order. I'm the boss around here."

"Oh yeah, right," Tommy sneered, "you're the boss `cos Bob said you are, I heard him. Guess you're feeling real stoked just because you forced yourself on him and he sucked your dick."

"Fuck you, man, you're just jealous `cos ... what is it ... you wanted Bob to suck your dick? No," his eyes gleamed, "I know what it is ... you wanted to suck my dick, that's it ain't it? Golden Boy Tommy ain't getting any at home so he came over here to suck my dick." Danny prodded him in the chest taunting him. "The big hot gymnast wants to suck my dick, wants to suck my dick ..."

As Tommy stepped back from the prodding finger he tripped on a stone and fell backward on the grass. Instantly they were both rolling over the ground trading blows, the handsome young chef in shorts and T-shirt and the blond gymnast in tight black pants and white dress shirt.

But Danny had an advantage. Like most of the boys he had been taught by Randy how to protect himself, while Tommy had been content just to flaunt his ripped athletic body. So pretty soon Danny was on top, pinning Tommy to the ground and yelling breathlessly, "I don't care what you say to me, asshole, but Brian is off limits and you are gonna apologize to that boy."

Tommy struggled but Danny held him prisoner. The stalemate was broken by, of all people, Brian. He and Brandon had heard the commotion and had come outside to watch in horror as the two rivals fought.

"Stop!" Brian yelled, all his former shyness gone. "This is not right. Please stop, guys. We're s'posed to be working for Grady and Mario who pay our wages and love us. They trust us to do a good job for them and here you are fighting over whatever you two got going on. This is not about you two, but about those guys who are out there busting their butts to make the movie a success. If you'd rather fight than work, you can leave the planning to me and Brandon."

That was a long speech for Brian and he suddenly stopped, gulped and blushed. Danny was the first to react. He crawled over to him, hugged him and whispered, "I love you dude." Then he stood up and said, "Brian's right. Grady and Mario would be ashamed of us and we should be ashamed of ourselves. Tommy?"

There was an expectant pause, then Tommy pulled himself up on his knees in front of Brian and said, "Brian, I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you. I lost my temper, but I didn't mean what I said. I've always admired you and I hope we can still work together."

Brian grinned, "So let's do that, dudes. Let's get back to work and forget all this bullshit."

Brandon murmured, "Way to go, dude, I'm proud of you." Danny and Tommy got to their feet, Danny brushed off his T-shirt and Tommy buttoned up his dress shirt over his muscular chest. Then they all went to continue their meeting, not in the dining room but by the pool, a tacit acknowledgement that the party would be an afternoon buffet brunch with the movie to follow.

After all that release of tension the discussion proceeded in an orderly way and eventually they had the rough outlines of the party. The animosity between Danny and Tommy had decreased but the other two boys still detected a strange kind of tension between them – not anger now but something ... hard to tell what it was. But Brandon had the glimmerings of an idea.

There was still a lot of work to do on all the many details and eventually they split into pairs, Danny and Tommy making lists of all the supplies they would need, and Brandon and Brian going off to the office to work up a preliminary budget. But Brandon had something more pressing on his mind and, while Brian watched and listened, Brandon called Bob and put him on speaker phone.

"So how's it going, kiddo?" Bob asked. "Have Danny and Tommy murdered each other yet?"

"Well, not quite, sir, but they did have a bit of a brawl. But everything got smoothed over after Brian saved the day with a great cut-the-bullshit speech. He's here with me now."

They heard Bob chuckle. "Good for you, Brian, I'm proud of you. I always said you were the voice of reason around there. So you say peace now reigns between those two?"

Well, kind of, sir. And that's really why I'm calling. See I had one of those lightbulb moments when the fight was over and Danny and Tommy stood up and – guess what?" His voice dropped dramatically. "They both had boners in their pants. Now I know you'll say that could just be the adrenaline from the fight, just like Randy always gets ..."

"Huh, that stud has a permanent woody, which is what keeps me so busy ..."

"Anyway, sir, it could've been the fight, but I was wondering about something else ..."

"That missing piece of the puzzle, eh? You're real smart, kiddo, `cos I watched them at lunch and came to the same conclusion. Well, there's one way to find out, if you guys don't mind forming a little conspiracy with your old pal Bob. Listen, Steve and Lloyd are coming to dinner here tonight, so I'll call now and have a word with Steve. Here's what I want you guys to do..."

After Bob hung up Brandon and Brian giggled together. They loved being in a conspiracy with Bob, and their chance for action soon came. When they rejoined the other two Danny said, "Wow, there's a whole bunch of work still left to do on this thing. It could take us late into the evening including a break for dinner if you guys are up for that."

Brandon nodded enthusiastically. "Sure. Actually, Pete's away in San Diego tonight so, rather than sleep alone, I could stay the night here if Brian don't mind me bunking in with him."

Brian grinned, "Sure thing dude, provided you don't wanna sleep in any of the guestrooms. I just put clean sheets on all the beds for when the guys get home, so I don't want those rooms messed up."

Just then Tommy's cell phone rang, he looked at the screen and said, "I gotta take this, it's Steve." Brandon and Brian grinned at each other – right on cue, they thought.

"Yes, sir, of course, sir, I understand. OK, sir, thanks for letting me know." Tommy shut off the phone. "Steve and Lloyd are having dinner with Randy and Bob and they'll be staying the night there. Steve don't like to drive when they've been drinking. The twins will be cooking them breakfast too so I'm off the hook until noon."

"Perfect Brandon," smiled with a conspiratorial glance at Brian. "We can work late and you can stay the night too, Tommy." Brian frowned dramatically and Brandon said, "What's the matter, dude? Oh, right, you don't want the guest rooms messed up. We don't wanna make more work for you – god knows you've got enough to do right now."

Then he brightened. "Never mind, Tommy could bunk in with you, eh Danny? You've got that massive California king bed Mario bought for you."

Immediately Danny and Tommy made signs of protest ... "Nah ... not possible ... bad idea ..." But the logic of Brandon's argument was overwhelming and it was clear they were protesting too much, so eventually they had to grudgingly agree. But they didn't seem happy about it as Danny went back to the kitchen and Tommy returned to the dining room.

The boys' eyes sparkled and they high-fived each other. "The plot thickens," Brian laughed.

Danny had been right about the workload. It took them right through to near midnight with only a brief break for dinner after which they worked round the kitchen table. Throughout it all work took precedence, but even as they concentrated hard on the task there was still an undercurrent of tension and apprehension between Danny and Tommy that the other boys picked up on.

Close to midnight Brandon looked at the clock. "Shit, is that the time? Guys, I'm bushed. I've been reading this same paragraph over and over again. I'm done." Brian agreed, "Me too."

"I think that goes for all of us," Danny said. "Let's call it quits for the night. Thanks for all your help guys. We made great progress."

Brian and Brandon exchanged knowing smiles and wheeled themselves out of the kitchen and took the elevator to Brian's room. In the kitchen Danny said, "Just let me double check the security panel ... yeah, all systems go. Well, shall we?"

As they left the kitchen Danny sighed, "Look, man, I know this is a bit awkward. I mean, we're not what you'd call best pals right now. We work OK together but, face it, I don't like you much and you don't like me, and I don't care for the idea of sharing a bed with you any more than you do. But it's only for one night, so ..."

"Yeah, the feeling's mutual, man, but ... no sweat. Once this project's over I'll be gone back to Steve's house and we won't be seeing much of each other, thank god. Any contact we have will be strictly business."

They got to Danny's large room with its king-size bed and there was an uneasy moment before they turned their backs on each other and began to undress. They tried not to look at each other but there were so many mirrors (Randy's doing) that glimpses were unavoidable.

Tommy saw Danny kick off his flip-flops and pull off his T-shirt, exposing his lithe well-muscled young body. With his tousled hair and handsome features he was quite a sight as he pulled back the bed covers. When he dropped his shorts and walked round in just his tight white boxer-briefs stretched over his hard round butt Tommy looked away quickly.

Tommy unbuttoned his shirt, it fell back off his chest and he shrugged it off. Steve and Lloyd were always turned on just by watching him strip to the waist and showing off the ripped, sculpted torso of a gymnast. It was not lost on Danny either, who watched him ease off his loafers and pull down his black pants. He was wearing black briefs that showed off his spectacular ice-skater's butt to perfection.

The two men tried not to make eye contact as they went to the bathroom to brush their teeth. "There's a brush over there you can use," Danny said curtly and they stood side by side at the twin sinks looking in the mirror at themselves but not each other – except for sideways glances.

Then it was bedtime. Without a word Danny climbed in his usual side and Tommy got in the other. With a muffled "'Night" they turned their backs on each other, clinging to their respective edges of the bed. It was late and they were tired after a long day's work and closed their eyes expecting sleep to come right away.

But it didn't. In fact sleep wouldn't come at all."

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 355

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