A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 356 By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:

1. Grady, the hot new movie Tarzan, and his Italian lover Mario, initiate their new boy Brian in the joys of sex with them. He waits nervously as the two beautiful lovers smile down at him on the bed. 2) The two jocks Danny and Tommy, lying in bed, are visited by the rugged gypsy Randy. "Get ready, boy," he tells the young gymnast. "You're gonna get ploughed by the boss while your boyfriend watches."

CHAPTER 356 – "THREE-WAY LUST"

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

There was a whole lot of action at the Grady House, the large house in the Hollywood Hills owned by Grady, the hot new star of the upcoming Tarzan movie, and his Italian lover Mario.

They had been away in South America on a two-week promotional tour for the movie and, their return now imminent, their young house manager Danny was planning a big party for the whole tribe for a sneak preview of the movie which was in the last stages of post-production.

Danny was helped by his assistant Brian and Brian's buddy Brandon, both of whom were in wheelchairs – a fact that did not limit their activities in any way. Also present was Tommy, the ex-gymnast known by the tribe as Golden Boy, who had professional party-planning experience.

There was bad blood between Danny and Tommy, a low-key rivalry and animosity that went back a long way. But that night changed everything. The planning meeting went on very late so they all decided to stay the night and resume in the morning. Danny and Tommy found themselves sharing a bed, against their will, and that did the trick.

Lying naked next to each other they discovered that their animosity had been a mask for a deep-rooted lust that now erupted. Once the genie was out of the bottle there was no stopping them. They acknowledged their past foolish stubbornness and now made up for lost time.

Brandon and Brian also slept together and made love as they often had in the past. Young, insecure Brian was the devoted houseboy to Mario and to Grady whom he loved, but felt that as a mere houseboy he could only be dazzled by their celebrity and glamor.

The next evening the men finally came home and, when they were settled in, asked to see Brian in their master suite. Nervously Brian blinked at Grady, the man he idolized, as Grady asked, "Brian, you like living here don't you?"

"Yes, sir. Very much, sir."

"'Cos we have something to tell you."

Brian's eyes opened wide. "You're gonna fire me, aren't you, sir?"

"Oh, bambino," Mario smiled, grasping his hands. "Were you really afraid of that? How could you even think that? No, amico, but Grady does have something important to ask you."

Brian looked wide-eyed at Grady. "Brian, while we were away Mario and I had long talks about our relationship and where it was going ... and about you too. Brian, we want you to be our boy, for both of us. Is that something you would like?"

"Excuse me, sir?" Brian gulped in confusion, pulled his glasses from his pocket and put them on as if seeing Grady clearer would help him understand him. He tried to speak again but nothing came out as he opened and closed his mouth repeatedly.

Grady laughed. "Kiddo, you look like a goldfish. I said would you like to be our boy?" There was dead silence and Grady looked disappointed. "Oh ... oh dear ... is that a no?"

At last Brian found his voice. "No, sir ... I mean yes, sir ... I mean no, it's not a no, sir, it's a yes."

"Phew, you had me worried there," Grady teased.

Brian looked startled and confused so Mario took over. "Let me explain, Brian. We love each other very much as you know. We're a couple and always will be, and we want to take the next step. See, we want a little family. We want a boy, a boy we can love and take care of, and someone who loves us. And of course we chose you.

"At first we thought of adopting you but then Grady realized that if that became official, a matter of record, the media and the paparazzi would be all over you, and we wouldn't wish that on anyone. So you'll be our private boy, just like an adopted son minus the paperwork. I mean, we already think of you as family but this makes it official." Mario smiled and elaborated further.

"It won't be exactly like the master/boy thing the other guys have. We don't see ourselves as masters, just two guys in love, and you will be the boy of both of us. You'll still live and work here, of course. and take care of us, and we'll take care of you and love you. Your duties will still include, well, you know, sexual stuff and sometimes you'll have to sleep with us. But the main thing is we love you a whole lot, Brian, and we think you love us. So how does all that sound?"

Brian's eyes brimmed with tears ... tears that started to flow down his cheeks. Grady said, "Hey, hey, kiddo, this is no way to begin. Come here." Grady picked him up from his wheelchair and sat him on the bed beside him. He pulled off his glasses and kissed his eyes. "First thing I'm gonna do is kiss these tears away."

Brian sniffed and dried his eyes, but then suddenly pulled back. "Oh, I can't sir. I can't do it. What about Danny? He's my friend, sir, and I don't wanna hurt him. He's the senior boy and..."

"Brian," Mario said gently, "there's no problem. That's why we spoke to Danny first. Of course he will always be part of the family, he already is, and he'll be in complete charge of the house and, in a way, your boss. He loves the idea and said he already thought of you as our boy. In fact he seems more cheerful than he's been for a long time and we kinda got the impression he's got something else going on."

"Oh he does, sir, didn't he tell you?"

"No he did not, kiddo," Grady said with mock indignation, "and that's another one of your duties, to give me all the gossip. You know I love gossip and people tell you stuff they wouldn't tell me so you'll be my eyes and ears. So what's been going on while we've been away, kid? What gives with Danny?"

Brian's eyes opened wide and he said, "Well, sir, it all started when ..." And he told the whole story of Danny and Tommy in a rush. Grady stared enthralled at Brandon's round, earnest eyes and Mario smiled at them both, happy that his lover and their boy were both so happy. Brian ended breathlessly, "So that's it, sir, they're in love and they prob'ly always were, just stubborn."

"I knew it," Grady beamed. "I always said those two were made for each other, didn't I say that Mario?"

"You did not. You never said any such thing ... you're making it up."

"I did too," Grady objected. "Brian, that's another thing you'll have to do – referee when we have a fight. Oh, by the way, I do have to scold you about one thing." Brian looked startled. "When Mario called you from Rio and I was still asleep you told him not to fuck me."

"Oh ... oh no, sir," Brian said earnestly. "I only meant that you should get your sleep. I never ..."

Roaring with laughter Grady pulled him into a tight hug. "You are such a sweet kid, Brian. I'm only teasing you. Oh, kiddo, we're gonna have so much fun. And talking of fun, how are the plans for the party coming along? Day after tomorrow, isn't it, and we'll unveil the movie to the tribe. Hope they like it. And we'll announce the news about us and about Danny and Tommy."

Grady laughed merrily. "It'll be a real celebration. Hell, when that tribe all gets together they get so crazy you never know what's gonna happen."

********************* CHAPTER 356 *********************

Brian was in total heaven as he sat on the bed between Grady and Mario listening to their plans for his future as their boy, and laughing along with them over anecdotes of their travels round South America promoting Grady's upcoming movie.

"The worst times," Grady said, "are not the public appearances. I love meeting the fans and if I'm charming it's because it comes naturally. No, the absolute worst are the dinners in the evening with the executives and their wives, the moneymen, backers of the movie. They think they own me, and I guess in a way they do.

"The men are ever so slightly condescending and the wives all wish I would fuck them. I have come this close to blurting out, "Listen, ladies, the only one at this table I'm gonna fuck with is my gorgeous buddy Mario. How'd you like them apples?"

Brian burst out laughing and they were pleased to see his initial nervousness fast dissolving. Grady continued, "It's true, though. And until you've tried it you have no idea how hard it is, after a long exhausting day, to be constantly charming to these people. Keeping that smile on my face makes my jaws ache, I kid you not."

"Oh, I could never do anything like that, sir," Brian said, "like force myself to be charming."

"But you don't have to force it, kiddo," Grady smiled. "You are charming naturally, just by being yourself. You don't have to smile – just open your eyes wide and blink and my heart melts. That's why we love you, kid." Grady put his arm round Brian and pulled him into a tight hug while Mario smiled and shrugged, "? vero, bambino, you are delizioso.

Brian blushed and said, "Sirs, I think I should be in the kitchen helping Danny."

"Ah, do you have to, kiddo? Just when we're having fun?" But Mario frowned discretely and shook his head, unseen by Brian, and Grady quickly added, "Yeah, I guess you're right, kid. Just because you're our boy you shouldn't neglect your duties. After all, Danny's your boss."

"Brian," Mario said, "I think dinner up here in our private dining room, don't you? I'm sure Danny has a menu already."

"Yes he does sir. Er, Brandon is still here and Pete's picking him up later when he gets off work. Do you think, er ...?"

"Of course, he can join us for dinner. Listen, we know you and Brandon are best buddies, practically lovers, and that's perfectly fine. He works up here in the office a lot already but whenever you want him here is fine. He can even have one of the guestrooms permanently, though I have a feeling he prefers to sleep with you. Even though you're our boy we want you to feel free to have your own life, your own friends and activities."

"Except, dude," Grady grinned playfully, "when I want you in our bed to, like, fool around, you better be there, OK?"

"Absolutely, sir," Brian beamed. "Just clap your hands and I'll come running ... well, rolling actually," he laughed as he pulled himself into his wheelchair and rolled out of the room.

When he entered the kitchen where Danny and Brandon were preparing dinner Brian said, "Danny, I'm sorry I took so long, but ..."

"... but you had a lot to talk about, eh"

Brian's eyes sparkled. "They want me to be their boy!"

"Of course they do," Danny laughed. "They told me."

Brandon wheeled up to Brian and grabbed his hands. "Dude, I am so happy for you. Didn't I say earlier that now Danny and Tommy are an item we have to find a guy for you? I didn't realize that that guy, or guys, were right here in the house already.

Brian frowned slightly, "Danny, you sure you're OK with this? I mean, you're still my boss and I'll do whatever you say. And Brandon, Mario said you'll still be my best buddy ..." he blushed "... he called us lovers actually, and he said we can do whatever we like here."

Danny laughed, "Dude, stop worrying, it's all gonna be just fine. As for me, you may have noticed that I've got a man of my own now." His eyes gleamed with excitement. "Guys, sex with Tommy last night was totally amazing. All that antagonism between us was all bullshit. We always wanted each other but were too pig-headed to admit it. I'm over the fucking moon, guys. I'm gonna ask Mario if I can spend the night with Tommy up at Steve's house. You might have to cover for me a bit, Brian.

"No problem there, dude. I know the ropes pretty well. Go and fuck your brains out with that gorgeous man."

"I intend to. OK, Brian, dinner's almost ready so can you take the dishes and stuff upstairs and get the table ready in the guys' dining room? Then Brandon and I will bring the food. Guys," Danny smiled, "things around here are gonna be just great."

The dinner was a festive affair. So much to celebrate – the travelers' return, Danny loves Tommy, and best of all Brian as the new boy of Grady and Mario.

For a while the boys bombarded the men with questions about their promotional tour – the luxury of a corporate jet, the cheering crowds, long lines of fans waiting for a signed picture, and the innumerable little things that had gone wrong and made them laugh. Then Grady, with his love of gossip, guided the conversation round to the tribe – the goings on, dramas, loves, fights, and funny incidents.

Grady and Mario were agog to hear about Pablo growing into such a young stud that he had fucked Randy and Bob – and then paid the price by getting spit-roasted by them. "Wow," Grady said, "did Darius film any of that like he does most of the stuff that goes on? Hell, we should screen that one on Sunday instead of the Tarzan movie.

That provoked such an uproar of protest that Grady laughingly backed off. "But, guys, I'm really nervous about the tribe seeing the picture. Even I haven't seen the whole thing, only the dailies ... what if it's no good and gets laughed off the screen?"

"Sir," Brandon chuckled, "it would be enough for us if you just stood there in your Tarzan loincloth for the whole two hours."

"Thank you, Brandon," Grady laughed, "but there's a bit more to it than that I hope. All that swinging through the trees and fighting off the renegade soldiers ... plus Tarzan's bondage scene where he gets captured. That should get you guys going."

"In any case," Mario added, "I think the studio must be thrilled with it to have promoted it the way they have and to have ordered up sequels. Did you guys know Grady has already put in a month of shooting scenes for the first sequel?"

And so the meal progressed in high spirits, with Brian talking the least but sitting wide-eyed in the middle of things, still bemused at the thought he was now the boy of these spectacular men. Danny produced one of his special desserts that he knew to be Grady's favorite and they were just finishing up when Danny's security remote buzzed. He flipped on the TV to the channel that came from the camera at the gate and Brandon shouted, "It's Pete, come to get me."

"Danny spoke into his security phone, "Come on in Pete. Brandon's coming down." And He pressed the button on his remote to open the gate.

As Brandon pushed away from the table Mario said, "Ask Pete to come up her and joins us for a drink, Brandon." In a few minutes Brandon came proudly back through the door with Pete beside him. Grady and Mario stood up and shook the hand of the handsome Forest Ranger.

"Hi, guys," Pete grinned. "I hope my boy hasn't been making a nuisance of himself."

"He's been invaluable," Mario smiled, "a tower of strength. And he's bursting to tell you our news. Grady and I want Brian to be our boy."

"Hey, way to go kiddo," Pete grinned and bent down to give Brian a hug. "It's about time. Just so long as you guys don't want Brandon too."

"And risk getting punished by a tough Forest Ranger?" Grady laughed. "On second thoughts, though ..."

"Down, tiger," Mario smiled.

Pete said he could only stay for a quick drink. "I haven't seen my boy for a couple of days, guys, so I gotta get him home and ..."

"And get reacquainted," Mario laughed. "Capisco perfettamente. As a matter of fact Danny here is straining at the leash to get out of here and join his lover Tommy at Steve's house."

So after a quick brandy Pete stood up to leave and Brandon said, "Danny and me have to clear the table first, sir ..."

But Mario said, "Absolutely not. That can all wait until tomorrow. That's what private dining rooms are for – to leave the mess. So off you go, all of you and ... how do you say? ... have a blast, no?

They all left together and Grady sighed deeply. "So, here we are at last, all three of us alone together. So what are your plans, kiddo?"

"Plans, sir?" Brian blinked. "Well, I'll go to my room as usual."

Grady frowned. "You know, I've always wondered what you do all alone in that room."

Brian hesitated. "Well, sir, usually before I go to sleep I ... I jack off, sir."

"Thinking about what? The truth now, kiddo."

The boy blushed deeply. "The truth, sir? Well, I think of you and Mario."

Grady pulled his chair facing Brian, held his hands and said tenderly, "Well, kid, those days are over. No more jacking off alone. If you're thinking of us you come in and tell us, OK?"

Grady bent over and kissed him. "See, you're our boy now, kiddo, and we love you. And tonight ..." Grady glanced up at Mario for approval and Mario nodded enthusiastically ... "and tonight, you're gonna sleep with us." He pulled Brian's chair closer to him and, still holding his hands, smiled at him while Brian looked at him wide-eyed, blinking behind his glasses.

"Now look, kiddo, here's the deal. I still sense that something's making you nervous and I know what it is. It's that movie-star Tarzan thing, but I want you to forget about that. You see, the world of celebrity, all the glitz and glamor, that's not the real world. This is the real world right here. Mario and I learned that some time ago. It took a while, wasn't easy, but we finally figured it out, eh amico?" He grinned at Mario.

"This here is our own private world, kiddo – you, me and Mario. That's why we have those big steel gates out there, to keep the other world out. "So forget that Tarzan thing you see in all the magazines. In here I'm just your old pal Grady who loves you and wants to take care of you."

Grady grinned, "You've probably guessed that I'm good at the fun part, but not so great at the education thing. But Mario is the sensible one and an excellent teacher, so I want you to learn as much as you can from him. Do whatever he tells you and feel free to ask him about anything that confuses you. OK, that's it ... here endeth the first lesson." Grady leaned forward and held him in his arms stroking his hair.

Grady looked up and smiled at Mario, whose eyes filled with tears. And in that moment he was swept by a wave of love for Grady stronger than he had ever felt before. He knew that this was exactly what Grady needed, a boy to take care of. After all the posturing and swagger of the show business world he needed the simplicity, honesty and innocence of the boy in his arms right now.

Mario wiped his eyes and smiled, "OK, guys, before you get carried away, you know that old saying – `get a room'? Well we already have one. So let's go."

"As you're our new boy," Grady grinned playfully, "I think I should observe the time-honored custom of carrying you over the threshold." He stood up and scooped Brian out his wheelchair into his arms, carried him to the bedroom door, kicked it open and laid him gently on the bed.

Brian gazed up at the two beautiful men standing side by side by the bed. He could still hardly believe this was happening to him. It was like being in a dream, or playing out a movie scene. But he knew it was real when the men bent over him and undressed him. Mario pulled off his T-shirt while Grady pulled his shorts down and took them off with his sneakers. As he did so Brian's cock sprang up hard and erect as a flagpole.

"Whoa!" Grady took a step back in mock surprise. "Will you look at that, amico? Now that is a boy who is ready for action."

"Magnifico," Mario chuckled. "So this is what you wrapped your hand round every night before bed. Well not tonight, bambino. We must think of other uses for that weapon, eh, Grady?"

"You read my mind, amico. Hey, he's our boy now so we can do whatever we like to him. Let's get ready for bed ... and don't you move, kiddo, and definitely don't cum. That's an order."

Brian wasn't fooled by Grady's stern order, unconvincing as it was, delivered with laughing eyes. He knew the men were teasing him, but what came next made it very hard to obey the order, especially the `don't cum' part. The two men began slowly to take off their clothes.

Mario was, as usual, casually but elegantly dressed in a floppy white linen shirt and loose, beige lounge pants. He slowly unbuttoned the shirt, giving glimpses of his finely sculpted chest, then let it fall open revealing his full torso, ripped abs and long waist. He shrugged the shirt back on his shoulders and let it drop, catching it as it fell behind him rather as a runway model does.

Grady was far less refined. He was wearing his usual loose T-shirt and cargo shorts and reached behind his neck, pulled the T-shirt off in one go and tossed it on top of Brian. He roared with laughter as the shirt landed right over Brian's erect cock with a circus-tent effect. "Look at that ... bull's-eye! ... give the man a prize."

That made Mario laugh too and they gazed at each other lovingly and kissed, pressing their bare chests together. The two beautiful lovers were a stunning sight and Brian had to close his eyes to stop from losing his load. When he opened them they had pulled apart and were once again side by side ready to resume the show for their boy.

Mario slipped out of his slider sandals while Grady boisterously kicked off his sneakers making them fly across the room. Mario loosened the string of his pants, Grady unzipped his shorts and as the awestruck boy gazed up at them ... they let their pants drop.

And there they stood, magnificently naked except for briefs that showed off the bulge of their dicks and the mounds of their asses. Grady was wearing the black briefs Brian had first seen in magazines in Grady's earlier days as an underwear model and had jerked off over the picture. Mario looked equally splendid in blue Continental-style briefs that hugged his slim hips.

Brian felt an almost irresistible urge to touch his cock but knew he didn't dare to as he would cum immediately. "OK, kid," Grady said, "here's something you should know. On that two-week promotional tour Mario and I fucked our way around South America. Mario reamed my ass every morning before we went out to face the press. During the day Mario became my faithful personal manager in the background, but every night when we fell into bed, no matter how exhausted we were, we fucked again.

"But Mario is tired and needs a rest." Mario smiled and shrugged in agreement. "But me, as you know, I can never get enough dick. So what's a guy to do? Where am I gonna find another dick, I ask myself. Then suddenly, bingo! I've got a boy don't I? He has to do whatever I tell him to do ... he can fuck me."

"Oh, sir," Brian blinked nervously, his old insecurities kicking in. "I can't fuck you like Mario does."

"Kiddo," Grady laughed, "nobody can fuck me like Mario does. And anyway, I need something different – a change of cock if you like. So what d'ya think, Mario? You think that one will do?"

Mario looked down at Brian's pole rearing straight up. "Mmm, I guess so. Maybe it could do with a little fluffing first. Want me to help you with that?"

"I'd be much obliged, sir. Hell, you are my personal manager after all."

They knelt down, one on each side of the bed, and leaned forward. Mario licked the head of Brian's cock and said, "Mm ... tastes good. You should try it, amico." On the other side Grady flicked out his tongue to the cock, then licked his lips. "Yeah, tastes great, especially that pre-jizz oozing out the top. I gotta get me some more of that."

They both went to work, licking both sides of the cock from the pubic hair right up to the head. Brian craned his neck and looked down at the almost unbelievable sight of the two muscle-jocks feeding on his cock. He knew they were having fun, playing around as they did so often, but it took every ounce of his self-control to obey the rule about not shooting his load, especially when they started to fight over who got to suck his cock.

Mario was going down on it lustily but Grady pulled him up by his mop of dark hair and said, "Back off, man, let me get a slice of the action here." After squabbling for a while they decided to share, and that was when Brian was in real trouble. Both mouths were licking the head of his cock, one from each side, and their lips met. Brian realized the two lovers were kissing with his cock between them in both their mouths. He gasped, "No, please, sir, it's gonna make me cum. I can't stop ... I'm gonna ..."

"No!" Grady ordered as they both pulled off suddenly. Grady leapt to his feet on the bed, while Mario stood beside it. Brian was gasping as he pulled back from the brink of orgasm, his body shuddering as he gazed up Grady towering over him.

"Boy, you got a lot to learn about obeying the rules." Grady was teasing again and Brian knew it. "See that was just fluffing, kid, getting you ready for the main event. You can't just bust a load whenever you feel like it. Here look at this."

Grady turned round and dropped his briefs so Brian got a good look at the perfect mounds of his ass, white against the sharp tan-lines of his bronzed body. Grady looked back over his shoulder and pointed to his ass. "See this, boy? Take a good look. That's where your dick is going, right there." He turned round and slowly stroked his own cock as he stared down at Brian.

"OK, now here's the deal. To fuck or not to fuck? That is the question. Do you want to, kiddo?"

Almost speechless with excitement and lust Brian managed, "Yes, sir. I do, sir ... a whole lot."

"Right," Grady said with mock impatience. "My boy's cock is all fluffed and lubed, so what the hell are we waiting for?"

Brian had been told to forget about Tarzan, but he couldn't. The naked man standing astride him was the same homoerotic man he had seen and drooled over in magazines and online, looking magnificent in just a loincloth. And now the boy watched spellbound as, with superb muscular control, Grady slowly bent his legs and squatted over him, lower and lower until Brian felt the tip of his cock between the mounds of his ass.

Then Grady stopped and grinned roguishly. "You sure you want this, boy?"

"Yes, sir, please, sir," Brian gasped in desperation.

"Okey-dokey," Grady said and "Aaagh" Brian yelled as Grady sat all the way down on his cock. Brian felt the incredible, warm sensation in his cock and stared up at the handsome muscle-jock but did not immediately associate the two. Then it hit him – his cock was shuddering because it was deep in Tarzan's ass!

Grady grinned down at him and wriggled his ass on Brian's pubic hair. "Feels great don't it kiddo?" He leaned back, rested his hands on the bed between Brian's legs and raised his hips up high so his body was arched over him. Then he eased his ass down and back up, groaning as he rode his boy's cock. "Don't you cum, boy, not till I say you can."

In a daze Brandon glanced sideways at Mario standing by the bed. He had taken off his briefs and now stroked his cock slowly, smiling down at his lover and their boy as they fucked. Grady looked sensational arched backward, his arms and shoulders bulging as they supported him, his chest and abs flexing as his hips rose and fell and the boy's hard rod disappeared in his ass.

Brian closed his eyes and felt the exquisite sensation of the muscle-jock's hot ass moving slowly up and down his cock. Grady was getting butt-fucked but he was in control and knew how to bring the boy to the edge of his climax and then pause, letting his shuddering cock calm down before riding it again.

Carefully Grady shifted position, sliding his legs under him so he was kneeling astride the boy. He was now able to lean forward and rest his hands on Brian's chest while his ass still rode his cock. He smiled down at him. "Don't this feel grand, kiddo, you and me fucking? You are the perfect boy for me, you know that? I love the feeling of your dick in my ass. You happy?"

"Yes, sir, very happy ... except ..."

"... except you're dying to shoot your load in my ass but I keep stopping you," Grady laughed. "I know just how you feel, kiddo, Mario always does the same to me when he fucks me. But I'll have mercy on you, kid, `cos I'm hot to trot too. So shall we do it, young buddy?"

"Yes please, sir. I want it so bad."

"OK, boy ... you want a little fantasy? How about a naked cowboy at the rodeo? Watch this." Grady reared back, upright on his knees, his torso straight up, left arm raised high like he was riding a bronco. His right hand grabbed his own cock and he pumped it as he bounced up and down on the cock, faster and faster, whooping with joy.

In a daze Brian was dimly aware of Mario's hand removing his glasses and the slightly out-of-focus image of the naked cowboy made the fantasy complete. He heard Grady shout, "Welcome to the family, boy. OK, let's do it." Grady rode him hard, pumped his own cock hard, and suddenly Brian saw a white ribbon of semen steak from it and splash into his face. His body shook and he didn't hear his own screams as his cock exploded in Grady's blazing ass.

Stream after stream of semen poured down on his face and chest and, as he threw his head back in ecstasy, he saw Mario standing behind him jacking off. "Spettacolare!" he yelled as he blasted cum down onto the boy until Brian felt he was drowning in the juices of his two beautiful new masters. The sensation was so overwhelming that for a moment everything went dark.

When the boy came to a few seconds later he felt something wet on his eyes and face. He opened his eyes and saw the blurred images of Grady and Mario kneeling one on each side of him licking their own jizz from his face.

"You OK, Brian?" Mario asked with genuine concern. "Here, let me clean you off." He wiped his face and chest with a towel and said, "Was that too much for you, Brian? I know mi amico there can get carried away with his fantasies."

Brian caught his breath and panted, "It was perfect, sir. The best feeling I've ever had. Sir, can we do it again soon?"

The two men roared with laughter and Grady said, "Like I said, kiddo, you're the perfect boy for me. Hell you can match me blow for blow and fuck for fuck. "Sure we'll do it again, and often."

"But now," Brian, "we must get some sleep," Mario said. We just had the perfect climax to a very long day. So shove over to the middle of the bed, bambino."

The men lay on either side of him and Mario pulled the sheets up over them. Brian was already half asleep when he turned on his side and laid his head on Grady's chest. Drowsily he murmured, "Wait till Brandon hears about this ..." and he was asleep.

Grady and Mario linked arms over him and gazed into each other's eyes. "Ti amo, amore," Mario whispered. Grady grinned, "Me too, buddy. You're my life." He glanced down at the sleeping Brian. "And thank you for this, amico. He makes us complete. A real family at last."

The next day, Saturday, was a hive of activity as preparations for Sunday's big party swung into high gear. Danny and Brian were joined by Tommy (of course), Brandon (of course), plus the junior boys Eddie and Ben.

As soon as they took a break Danny and Tommy sat together gazing at each other, while a gaggle of boys gathered round Brian who was enthusiastically describing his first night as the boy of Grady and Mario. Brandon, Eddie and Ben listened wide-eyed with wonder, oohing and ahhing and pumping him for more details.

Mario and Grady stayed above it all, literally, upstairs in the master suite, recovering from their exhausting two-week tour of South America promoting Grady's movie. Periodically Danny would come in discreetly to seek their approval on various aspects of the event.

Grady said, "Danny, it was great idea of yours to have a casual Sunday brunch party, swimming and all, with the screening of the movie to follow. That way, hopefully, the guys will be drunk when they watch it and will be more receptive. I'm real nervous about their reaction."

"Sir," Danny grinned, "I wouldn't worry about their reaction. You could be up on the screen in your loincloth reading the telephone book and they'd still jerk off watching you."

Grady roared with laughter, and Mario said, "There's just one thing I want to emphasize, Danny. You know, of course, that Brian is our boy but we don't want that to make any difference in your relationship with him. As house manager you are still his boss and you give him instructions as you always have and he must follow them. If he makes mistakes, don't hesitate to correct him."

"Oh, sir, we're way ahead of you there. Brian raised the same topic with me and said more or less what you've just said. He's a great kid, I love him to death, and I foresee no problem at all."

With that out of the way, and after Brian had regaled his buddies with his latest adventure, work picked up again and didn't stop until they broke for dinner. Grady and Mario joined the boys for the casual meal in the large area off the kitchen and tried to help the boys relax with endless funny stories of incidents from their promotional tour of South America.

When the meal ended Eddie and Ben had to go home to their masters – Eddie to his Marine captain Hassan and Ben to the fireman, Jason. But Brandon had made arrangements with Pete that he would stay up here with Brian for the night and make an early start tomorrow. Brian broached the topic tentatively with Mario, who smiled encouragingly.

"Brian, we already told you that, even though you are our boy, you are free to do as you please. You won't be spending every night with us and of course Brandon can stay with you ... he's your boyfriend after all."

It was assumed that Tommy would be sleeping with Danny, and so the day ended with them all pairing off. As they left the kitchen Grady said, "Big day tomorrow, guys so don't stay up all night fucking, you hear?"

Mario chuckled, "And that goes for you too, amico."

"What?" Grady protested. "No sex? But me Tarzan, you Mario, we gotta fuck, it's in the script."

"Well I just re-wrote the script, amico. Tarzan sleep – Mario sleep. Capisci?"

The next day all their preparations paid off handsomely as everything was ready well before noon when the first guys arrived. The first private showing of the new big-budget movie was a big event and the whole tribe came in support of one of their members, Grady.

The preview disc was one of the few the studio had produced, even though the final edit of the movie was still being fine-tuned. The confidential disc was in the safe upstairs, and the whole tribe knew that the familiar caution applied today more than ever – `What happens in the Grady House stays in the Grady House'. The secrecy added an extra frisson to the event.

The garden soon filled up with men and boys all ready to party. It was, as usual, a boisterous crowd and the junior boys who were serving were all wearing what they called their casual uniforms of gray shorts and red T-shirts.

Brian, of course, was one of them and the whole tribe by now knew of his elevated status as the hosts' boy. Much of the time his face matched his shirt as he had a constant blush from all the congratulations he received as he wheeled through the crowd serving food and drinks.

Danny was hard at work in the kitchen assisted by the chefs from the tribe's main house, the twins Kyle and Kevin. Tommy, the professional party planner, was overseeing the event, but ducked into the kitchen as often as possible to grope and kiss Danny.

As usual, the most dramatic entrance was made by Randy and Bob, not because they did anything dramatic, nor because they were the tribe's founders. It was simply the mere presence of these remarkable men – the dark, macho gypsy and the Superman clone. This time they were accompanied by Randy's boy, the handsome young stud Pablo and his lover Darius.

As a hush fell over the crowd Doctor Steve (Randy's brother and the tribe's therapist) noticed a cloud pass over the face of Zack who was standing close to him. That surprised Steve as the macho black musclehunk was a close buddy of Randy's and there was rarely any bad blood between them. Ah well, Steve thought, never mind – it's party time.

The festivities ramped up and it wasn't long before the food had been served buffet-style, the drink was flowing and the servers could relax for a while. Danny and the twins came out of the kitchen to generous applause.

Danny made a bee-line for Tommy and the two of them sat at a distance from the group totally enraptured with each other, touching, kissing and gazing into each other's eyes. More than a few teasing whispers of "get a room" rippled among the boys. And Bob noticed Randy glancing at them with a glint in his eye that Bob recognized.

Grady and Mario kept a low-key presence. Grady was tired of being the center of attention out in the world and what he valued most here was being `just one of the guys'. However, courtesy required that he make a short speech of welcome so he got to his feet and the crowd hushed.

"Guys, after all our travels, Mario and me, I can't tell you how great it is to be here among my buddies, where no-one wants my autograph. Today I want you all to get good and drunk because I think drunk is the only way to watch this movie." Cheers and raised glasses from the crowd. "Seriously, though, I haven't even seen the movie myself `cos, like a lot of other actors, I hate looking at myself."

"Yeah," Jason laughed, "except when you're looking at yourself in the mirror jacking off, eh?"

"Ah, well that's a whole `nother thing, dude," Grady grinned. "But alas I don't recall filming a scene where Tarzan is jacking off looking at himself." Amid cries of "Shame" Grady laughed, "But have fun anyway, guys."

When the applause and catcalls died down Randy looked around and said. "Hey, what happened to Danny and Tommy?" During the speech they had disappeared and Brian said quietly, "Sir, I think they went up to Danny's room." That unleashed a torrent of bawdy comments and Brian said earnestly, "Well, guys, you were all telling them to get a room."

Amid the laughter Grady grabbed Brian and hugged him. "You're priceless kiddo. Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

But Randy was grinning lasciviously with that look in his eye that Bob knew meant only one thing. After all, Randy had been the man who had broken the Golden Boy gymnast of his arrogance and subjected him to one of his notorious fucks, which had the usual effect of making the young jock fall in lust with him and beg for more, which Randy had delivered several times.

In fact, two nights ago when Tommy and Danny were in bed post-sex, they had joked about who in the tribe was the best fuck and Tommy had said, "Has to be Randy. I gotta say dude, much as I love being in bed with you, if that fucking big gypsy walked in here now and snapped his fingers I'd be on the floor at his feet. Dude, I'd crawl across the floor on my belly for him."

Bob was aware of Randy's habit of stamping his seal of approval on any major development in the tribe, so he was not surprised when Randy stood up and said, "And they left in the middle of the party? Huh, we'll see about that."

He strode into the house and Jason asked, "What's he doing?"

"Just being Randy," Bob said, catching Steve's eye with a smile and a shrug.

In Danny's room, predictably, he and Tommy were already naked on the bed, rolling about in frenzied foreplay, when suddenly the door flew open.

Filling the doorway was the intimidating figure of the rugged gypsy construction boss, his long black hair framing his swarthy face with its chiseled features and square, stubbled jaw. He was wearing jeans and a gray T-shirt that clung to the contours of his muscular torso. And set in his dark face his electric blue eyes flashed at Tommy like lasers.

The young men instantly pulled apart and knelt on the bed facing him. Danny's first thought was of Tommy's words to him about Randy ... a light-hearted prediction that had suddenly come true.

The deep voice said. "Danny, I'm told you and this young stud are suddenly a couple. Well good for you, boy, he's a beauty and you're a good match. Only thing is, as leader of the tribe, I usually have to give this kind of thing my approval, and there's only one way to do that. So I'm gonna have to borrow your new boyfriend for a few minutes. But don't worry, kid, you'll get him back and he'll be better than ever, I guarantee."

Tommy's dick has hard as steel as he stared at the gypsy and knew what was coming. He looked desperately at Danny who grinned and said quietly. "I'm all for it, dude. I always wondered what it would look like and now I get to watch you get fucked by the gypsy boss. I know you're longing for it, so go for it dude."

Randy pulled off his T-shirt and stood stripped to the waist, his biceps and shoulders bulging as he crossed his arms across the slabs of his pecs. "You know what to do boy, only now you're gonna do it in front of your boyfriend. Believe me, he's gonna love it. You never look hotter than when you're getting your ass ploughed by me."

Tommy's eyes never left Randy's as he slipped off the bed onto his knees. Then onto his belly, and he started to crawl. "Real slow, boy. I wanna watch that gorgeous ass clench as you crawl." Tommy obeyed, dragging himself naked across the carpet, the white globes of his flawless ice-skater's ass dimpling as he moved one leg then the other.

"Shit damn," Randy growled, "Look at those spectacular buns, Danny. That's what you're gonna get to fuck every night. How many times you fucked that ass already, boy?"

"A whole lot, sir. I ... I lost count."

"Way to go, kid. A man's gotta do justice to an ass like that. Look at that fucking gymnast body, the muscles in the broad back, the tight waist, the tan lines and, oh Jesus and Mary, that butt! Come on, boy, come and get your master's cock good and ready for that ass."

Any remaining traces of arrogance or pride dissolved, but there was nevertheless a unique kind of beauty in the way the boy paid homage to the man he idolized. The naked muscle-jock reached forward, grabbed Randy's leg and pulled himself forward onto his boot. He licked the boots, then pulled himself up until his face was level with the bulge in his jeans.

He pulled the jeans open and the monster shaft sprang out and hit him in the face. He opened wide and swallowed it all the way down to the back of his throat. Randy grabbed the handsome athlete's blond hair and pulled his face down and up on his cock, but only briefly as he soon pulled out and growled. "You're a great cock-sucker, boy, but let's cut to the chase here. You know damn well what I want, so get ready."

Obediently Tommy rolled off his knees and lay flat on his back. He pulled his legs back and offered his ass to the shirtless musclehunk who spat in the palm of his hand and stroked his cock. "This is what you want, eh boy ... what you jerk off thinking about? Watch this Danny ... I'm gonna prime this beautiful ass for you. And don't cum, kid, `cos I got plans for you too."

As Danny watched spellbound Randy dropped to his knees behind the young gymnast, leaned forward between his raised legs and pinned his wrists to the floor above his head. His ice-blue eyes pierced Tommy's as he said, "You sure you want this, boy ... getting butt-fucked by the boss while your boyfriend watches?"

"Yes, please, sir. I want Danny to see. I need it so bad. Please, sir ... Aaagh!" His scream echoed round the room as the massive rod speared his ass, then pulled all the way out and drove back in.

"This what you want? You like it rough, eh? The full gypsy treatment?"

"Yes, sir. Fuck me hard, sir." And so the assault began, the legendary savage Randy-fuck that many men had endured and that Tommy craved. As always Randy teased, bringing him to his pain threshold then backing off with short stabbing thrusts that drove the boy wild with desire and made him crave more.

Several times Tommy had described to Danny how it felt to get ploughed by the master but Danny was not prepared for the actual spectacle. He mindlessly stroked his cock as he watched his lover, the muscular blond gymnast, a helpless captive pinned to the ground as the wild gypsy pounded his ass, his cock pistoning inside him faster and faster, deeper and deeper.

Danny loved Tommy's handsome face but now it was radiant as he stared up at the gypsy's dark stubbled features, at the laser blue eyes piercing him while his shaft pierced his ass. It was a pornographic domination fantasy that fired Danny's lust ... a savage shirtless construction boss reaming the ass of the muscle-jock at his mercy. Despite his excitement Danny was concerned about the pain Tommy must feel – until he heard him beg for more.

And he got more, much more – a fuck that went on an on to exhaustion. But finally, his face wincing in an ecstasy of pain as sweat dropped from Randy's face onto his, Tommy begged, "Please, sir, make me cum. I need to cum so bad ... please let me, sir."

"I love to hear a hot young jock beg, and you do it real well, stud. OK, boy, I'll have mercy on you. No need to touch your cock, I can make you cum in seconds. Here it is, boy." Randy's eyes flashed as he piled on the pressure, fucking like a raging bull, muscles flexing, his square jaw clenched, black hair flying as sweat poured down his rugged face.

Tommy stared up, hypnotized by the blue eyes and the deep growling voice ... "Here it comes, Golden Boy ... here comes your master's jizz in your beautiful ass. Yeaaah ..." Tommy felt the cock swell inside him and blast hot jizz deep in his ass as the order came, "Do it now, boy. Shoot that load for me. Now!"

"Yes, sir," he panted "I'm cumming, sir ... oh fuck ... fuck ... I'm ... aaagh." His head flew back as his cock jerked and erupted with a thick rope of cum, then another and another, pouring over his abs, his chest and up to his face. Finally Randy's massive shaft came to rest in his ass ... and Tommy's eyes closed in semi-consciousness.

Randy leaned forward and kissed his eyes, then got to his feet and scooped Tommy up in his arms. He walked to the bed and laid the dazed athlete on it beside Danny. When Tommy at last opened his eyes he saw Randy standing by the bed smiling down at him. "You're a great fuck, Golden Boy. Any time you want a repeat let me know."

Randy turned to Danny. "But now it's your turn, kid. I said I'd prime your boyfriend for you and I have. He's dazed and exhausted, his ass is fucked raw and he's drained his cock of jizz ... which means he's good and ready for you. So here's what you're gonna do ... you're gonna fuck your boyfriend." Danny looked startled. "You're gonna push your dick in that ravaged ass and make love to it. And believe me, it'll be the best fuck both of you have ever had.

"You're a great couple ... you go well together. And now you're gonna feel just how great that can be. You won't need lube. His ass is already good and lubed with my jizz."

Danny looked in bewilderment from Randy to Tommy but Tommy groaned weakly, "Do it, Danny. Do what he says."

Tentatively Danny knelt between Tommy's legs, pushed them up and pressed the head of his stiff dick against his hole that still oozed with Randy's cum. Hesitantly Danny pushed forward and gasped as he felt his cock enter the fiery cauldron of his lover's shattered ass. A shaft of pain crossed Tommy's face but then he gazed up at Danny and sighed, "Oh ... oh ... that feels ... oh my god, it's never felt so ... Oh, Danny, make love to me. Please, dude, I love you ... my ass is ready for you. Make love to it, Danny."

It was the most exquisite, other-worldly sensation either one had ever felt. Danny gently eased his cock slowly past the sore, raw membrane of his ravaged ass, soothed only by the coating of Randy's warm juices. "Tommy, your ass has never felt like this before. It's beautiful. I love you so much, dude. Let's make love."

And so, gently, carefully, lovingly they did. After the gypsy savagery of Randy's fuck all was now sweet and tender as Danny's cock glided slowly in and out of the ass Randy had, true to his word, primed for him.

With eyes only for each other they were unaware of Randy smiling down at them, unaware of him pulling on his T-shirt and quietly leaving the room with a smug, satisfied grin on his face as he closed the door silently behind him.

Randy's emergence into the garden brought a hush to the group. His eyes gleamed, his unruly, damp hair hung round his face and his T-shirt clung damply to his sweaty body. It was obvious to them all that he had just fucked ... and they all knew who.

Randy was never more sexy than when he had just fucked ... and he knew it. With an arrogant grin and a casual all-in-a-day's work shrug he sat beside Bob, picked up a beer, tilted his head back and drank deeply, his prominent Adam's apple sliding in his throat.

They all felt his sexual magnetism and there were a few moments of awe before conversation picked up again and quickly became as rowdy as before.

But Bob and Steve, the two most socially attuned to the currents that flowed through this lusty crowd of men and boys, were both aware that one man appeared not to share in the general awe of Randy. Zack, the ruggedly handsome muscular black construction boss, as much a macho alpha male as Randy, was sitting alone a few feet away brooding over his beer.

Bob said quietly to Randy, so Steve could hear, "Er, is there any, like, problem between you and Zack, buddy?"

"Fucked if I know," Randy retorted gruffly with an indifferent shrug. Bob and Steve rolled their eyes at each other.

Bob pushed the matter out of his mind until, a short while later Danny and Tommy emerged, positively glowing. It was obvious they had been making love, evidently after Randy's visit to their room. They walked straight over to Randy and gave him dazzling smiles as they said in tandem. "Thank you, sir."

A knowing buzz ran through the group, but Zack jumped to his feet, glared down at Randy and said loudly, "I gotta take a piss." As he strode away to the house Bob looked wide-eyed at Doctor Steve and said softly, "Looks like a case for our resident shrink, old buddy."

"Maybe so, maybe so," Steve smiled. "We shall see." Then, seeing Grady stand up, he added, "Not just yet though ... looks like it's time for the big movie."

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Part 357

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