A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 378 By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 378 – "THE WORSHIP OF MUSCLE-GODS"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

1. Grady, the new movie Tarzan, comes home from his film premiere stoked with testosterone and unloads it on his naked Italian lover Mario, who pleads, "I want it rough, man. Fuck me like Tarzan would." 2) At Mike's house the men watch the older man test the hot new Latino Miguel. "Stud, my core fantasy has always been watching a macho muscle-god like you get tied up and worked over by another top."

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

The feud was over. The drama had engulfed five of the tribe's alpha males – the founders Bob and Randy; the cop Mark; and the black leatherman Zack and his new partner, the handsome muscular Latino Miguel.

One by one they had all made their peace and the whole tribe had gathered to celebrate at the Grady House, the estate of Grady, the new movie Tarzan, and his Italian lover Mario. One final score, between Mark and Randy, had been settled in a remote corner of the grounds where the cop had handcuffed the gypsy to the chain-link security fence and gut-punched and fucked him.

With that behind them the tribe could now relax and enjoy the festivities. Actually it was a double celebration as today was the day of Grady's movie premiere, which his studio had planned as a major event, televised on a national network. As the star, the heartthrob Grady was to get the full red carpet treatment along with his leading lady ... and young Brandon, who had, just by chance, had a small part in the movie as the wheelchair boy lost in the jungle.

However, as Grady's boy Brian had said breathlessly to Bob and Randy, "But, sirs, neither of them wants to go! Grady told me he gets tired of all the glitz and stuff and would rather stay home and watch it on TV with Mario. But I told him he can't be on the red carpet and watching at home at the same time.

"And Brandon thinks it's just stupid for him to be there as he has only had two lines in the movie. He said the studio's just using him as a way to sell tickets. There's a big fuss going on upstairs."

Upstairs Brandon's best friend Eddie was saying, "You look totally cute in that tux, dude. I'd fuck you." But Brandon rebelled until Pete came in hearing that his boy was having cold feet. Using reverse psychology Pete said, "Yeah, I think you may be right. You always say you can do anything, but you're right to be scared of rolling down the red carpet in that chair."

Brandon bristled. "I'm not scared, sir, and I can do anything. But why should I?"

"Well, the premiere is a fund raiser to help kids in wheelchairs like you, that's why. Picture it, kiddo, guys like you watching TV and envying all those gorgeous people who can actually walk the red carpet. And suddenly you get out of the limo and wheel yourself confidently into the spotlight, proving that you can do anything alongside the best of them in all the glitz and glamor.

That argument won the day, but in the master bedroom Mario was having a harder job with the reluctant Grady, all dressed up in his tailored tuxedo and black tie. Eventually Mario said, "OK, amico, I know just what you need, and the limo won't be here for half an hour."

He made him take off his pants and lie on his back on the bed. He smiled down at the handsome movie star in his smart tux jacket, pleated white shirt and black bow tie. He was perfectly groomed – except that he was wearing no pants, just black socks. "Well, that is certainly a look," Mario chuckled. "Very sexy, actually. We might be starting a trend here."

Then Mario fucked him. It was what Grady loved best, and he stared up at the beautiful face with its square-cut Mediterranean features, tousled black hair and soft brown eyes. "Bene, perfetto – così bello," Mario said soothingly. "I know you will be magnificent today amico. All those people at the event and watching on TV will be in love with you.

"But your real lover will be watching you from home and will be thinking, `Hands off, world, he is mine, that beautiful man, that macho Tarzan, is mine.' And when he comes home I will be in bed waiting for him. All the world wants Tarzan to fuck them, but it will be me that he fucks."

Mario's face broke into a gleaming smile. "You said you want me to be there beside you, amico. We know that is not possible, but you will have the next best thing. You will have me inside you – my sperm in your ass." Mario sighed with joy, locked eyes with Grady and with one last deep thrust poured his juice inside his lover's ass.

He gazed down at the incongruous sight of the handsome man with a cock in his ass, smartly dressed in tuxedo, black tie, no pants, just black socks, yelling, "Oh yeah ... oh man that feels good ... I'm gonna cum ..." Just in time Mario threw a towel over Grady's jacket to catch the shower of semen that blasted from his cock. Mario eased his cock out of Grady and wiped the residue of cum from his ass cheeks. "But all the rest stays inside you, amore."

Grady's playful grin was back. "Yeah," he laughed, "and when I'm parading down the red carpet, waving and smiling like a loon, only you and I will know that my ass is full of the juice of my gorgeous Italian lover who's waiting at home for me to fuck him."

Down in the garden, the boys were fussing over Brandon, making sure every hair was in place, when Grady emerged, resplendent in his black tie outfit (now including his pants). The tribe had never seen him dressed up like this and rewarded him more than a few wolf whistles.

"The limo is outside," Mario said, all business now. "It will take you both to pick up Grady's leading lady and the three of you will go straight to the theater. Brandon, you'll leave your wheelchair here because there will be another waiting for you when the limo arrives at the foot of the red carpet. I, er, hope it won't be awkward for you to transfer from the limo to the chair."

"Duh!" Brandon gave him a withering look. "Sir, if I can get down from my truck into my chair several times a day I'm sure I can handle a limo."

"Even if there are a million people watching you," Eddie grinned. "No pressure, of course."

"Thanks for reminding me, dude. You watch and see. It'll be a flawless performance."

"Atta boy," Grady grinned. "OK, kiddo, time to face the music ... you and me against the world." Mario gave Grady a last long hug and Grady said, "You will be watching won't you? And you'll be waiting for me when we get home?"

"Assolutamente, amore. I may even jerk off watching you on TV and fantasizing about that gorgeous movie star in my bed."

Pete gave Brandon a last kiss, with "Make me proud, kiddo," then Brandon wheeled himself alongside Grady through the gate to the waiting limo.

After they left, Mario, always the gracious host, said, "Gentlemen, the red carpet show has already begun on TV and you are all invited to watch it in the viewing room – plenty of room there for everyone. We have a lot to celebrate."

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The Red Carpet

It was a first, and unlikely, act of the tribe – all of them sitting down together and watching television! But this was no ordinary show, no ordinary location and no ordinary gathering.

In the basement of Grady and Mario's large house they had installed a viewing room where they often watched movies with friends. It could be an intimate setting but could be expanded to an expansive room with comfortable lounge seating and, in this case, plenty of drinks and pre-dinner appetizers supplied by the house chef Danny, his lover Tommy, and Bob's twins.

It was a noisy, rambunctious group of men and their boys, with Brian (Grady and Mario's boy) doing the rounds in his wheelchair making sure everyone was well taken care of. It took quite a while for the group to settle, and only intermittent attention was paid to the giant TV screen showing the first of the red carpet arrivals for the premiere of the big-budget Tarzan movie.

Warner Studios had high hopes for the movie, which had received glowing reviews and great word of mouth. Like all red-carpet shows, the supporting actors arrived first and did the requisite interviews, and it built to the climax of the stars' arrival – Grady and his leading lady who played Jane, a young actress named Dawn.

As it was also a fundraiser for handicapped children and youths in wheelchairs, word had gone round that the real wheelchair boy who makes a couple of short appearances in the movie would accompany the two stars on the red carpet. That would be the tribe's much loved boy Brandon, the cause of brimming excitement among Brandon's young buddies.

At first reluctant to put himself on display in what he feared was a studio gimmick, he had finally relented and had told his other `three amigos' – Eddie, Ben and Brian – "Just wait till I'm on that red carpet, dudes. If I get the chance I'll do something that will be just for you guys. You'll know it when you see it."

It was a raucous crowd in the room, but fortunately the noise had subsided in time for their host Mario, Grady's Italian lover, to announce diplomatically, "Attenzione, signori. Grady and Brandon left about half an hour ago so I think their arrival at the event is imminent."

A loud gruff voice shouted, "What our sexy Italian host is trying to say, guys, is sit down and shut the fuck up." That was Randy, of course, greeted with loud cheers from the group and an eye-rolling shrug of helplessness from his lover Bob, causing even more laughter.

But it was clear from the commentary and the heightened excitement on screen that Mario was right. Most of the actors had already arrived, there was a pause as they cleared the red carpet, and then the announcer said, "And now, folks – the moment you've all been waiting for ..."

A long stretch limo glided to the foot of the red carpet, an attendant opened the door and Grady stepped out to thunderous applause. Tall, bronzed and sexy as hell he laughingly acknowledged the screams of girls in the crowd. Extending his hand to the car he assisted his co-star Dawn from the limo. They kissed, then turned to the crowd and waved, to deafening cheers. Then, in a previously choreographed move, Grady and Dawn stepped back from the car with graceful arm gestures toward the door.

An assistant pushed up a wheelchair and Brandon emerged from the car, effortlessly transferring himself into the chair. At first the flashbulbs blinded him and he blinked behind his black-rimmed glasses as he waved in the direction of the cheers. "This is it, kiddo," he heard Grady say cheerfully. "Just stick with us."

Awed comments spread through the group in the home viewing room as they watched the three of them progress along the carpet, waving to fans in the bleachers on either side. Lloyd said, "I bet he'd rather have you there beside him, Mario."

Mario smiled. "I'll tell you guys a secret. I may not be beside him but I am inside him. I fucked Grady just before he left and he still has my sperm in him."

"Good on ya, mate," the Aussie said as the rest of them roared with laughter.

Suddenly Grady and Dawn were sidetracked for an interview by a TV host, and Brandon was momentarily left on his own in the middle of the carpet. Unfazed Brandon kept waving and then grabbed both wheels of his chair. "Here it comes, dudes," Eddie said excitedly. Brandon raised the front wheels up and swung the chair round in wild set of wheelies, spinning round and round to the excitement of the crowd and a blizzard of flashbulbs.

Eddie and Ben leapt to their feet and Brian pumped his fists in the air, yelling, "That's for us ... he said he would do that just for us!" Their cheers died down as it was Brandon's turn to be interviewed. The host said a few words about the charitable cause of kids in wheelchairs and asked Brandon how he felt about being a poster boy. "Keep it short, dude," Eddie muttered. "Don't talk too much. Cos I myself ..." But he was drowned out by loud shushing' from the others and the Marine Hassan genially put his hand over his boy's mouth.

Brandon spoke briefly and eloquently about the privilege of being an example to others, proving that guys in a wheelchair can do pretty much anything any other guys can do – "even if they don't have Tarzan to rescue them like my character does in the movie. They can even do things other guys can't – like this." He demonstrated by doing another couple of wheelies for the cameras, amid cheers and more blinding flashbulbs.

Bob put his arm round Pete whose eyes were brimming with tears, watching his boy. "He's outstanding, Pete, a great, great kid. The whole tribe is proud of him." Even Randy had moist eyes as he said, "Fucking gutsy kid. I love the hell out of him."

After several more minutes of smiles, waves and interviews Grady and the group moved into the theater and the red carpet show was over, followed by a Public Service Announcement for the wheelchair charity benefiting from the event.

In the viewing room the crowd subsided in awe. For the first time they had seen with their own eyes the extent of Grady's remarkable celebrity. Their good pal Grady, just one of the guys at home, had been idolized by his fans at the peak of his glamorous world. Bob hugged Mario and said, "But this is his real world, Mario, you know that – his life with you and his little family."

"Yeah," Randy grinned salaciously, "and take it from me, that guy is gonna be so stoked with adrenaline by the time he gets home you are gonna get it good, buddy, so brace yourself."

"I'll be waiting for him, Randy," Mario smiled, "fully braced."

Tommy, the party planner at the house, stood up and said, "Gentlemen, Danny tells me he and the twins will have dinner ready in the garden in half an hour."

"Good," Randy said. "Hey, Zack, that gives you and me time to fix those problems in the security fence. We gotta make sure everything's safe for them when they get back later. And Mark, later on maybe you could put that cop uniform on again and meet their limo outside. That'll intimidate any paparazzi who've followed them. Hey, officer," he grinned, "any guy gives you trouble you can always handcuff him to the fence."

Bob smiled to himself. Randy was back on form – in control, in full protective mode, taking charge.

After watching their buddies Grady and Brandon on TV in the rarefied atmosphere of a glamorous Hollywood premiere the guys were stoked and the meal was festive. It would be several hours before Grady and Brandon would come back because they had to sit through the movie and attend the reception afterwards.

So in the meantime they ate and drank their fill and drank many toasts. Bob stood up and said, `On behalf of all the guests I want to thank Tommy and Brian for taking such good care of us and Danny and the twins for providing this sumptuous meal. And finally, guys, please raise your glasses to our generous and gorgeous hosts – Mario and Grady."

Next came Mark, who said, "Also, gentlemen, let's not forget the other two guys we're celebrating here today, guys whose reconciliation has dragged the tribe back from the edge of a cliff and brought relief to us all. I give you, Bob and Randy." They all raised their glasses again.

The party became more and more boisterous, with some of the boys diving in the pool and the men in groups sipping brandy and coffee. It was well after dark when Brian's cell phone buzzed. It was Brandon with a brief message. "Dude, we're in the limo on our way back. Can you tell Mario? See you soon, buddy." He rang off, evidently unable to say more from the limo.

Brian wheeled himself round to Mario and whispered in his ear. Mario's eyes sparkled, he replied softly, then quietly left the party and went into the house. Brian cleared his throat and made the general announcement. "Guys, Grady and Brandon are on their way home." Pete came over to Brian and said softly, "Er, Brian, is there a spare guestroom I could use when Brandon gets here?"

"Of course, sir. Let me show you to the blue room – that's Brandon's favorite, the one he uses when he stays over but doesn't sleep with me `cos I'm with Grady and Mario," he blushed. He led Pete to the elevator, then up and along the corridor to the blue room. "I think you and Brandon will have everything you need, sir," Brian said with an impish grin. Then he heard sounds coming from the gate and said, "Oh, I think they're here, sir. Gotta go."

The limo had pulled up at the gate followed by a group of paparazzi. As Randy had suggested Mark was there in uniform astride his police motorcycle and drove round to the rear of the limo to keep the press at bay as Grady got out.

Affable as ever, Grady smiled at the photographers, most of whom he knew by now and used their first names as he answered their shouted questions. Finally he said, "OK, guys, that'll have to be it. It's been a long evening and my smile is starting to crack. Even Tarzan needs his rest, you know."

Eddie had come out with Brandon's wheelchair and he climbed into it from the limo, waved to the cameras then rolled quickly inside the gate followed by Grady. Mark said, "OK, that's it guys, nothing more to see here. Move along please, gentlemen."

Inside Grady and Brandon were greeted with enthusiastic applause and Grady raised Brandon's arm in a gesture of triumph. The guys started to crowd around but Grady seemed preoccupied, with a determined gleam in his eye. They had never seen him quite this intense, he was usually so happy-go-lucky, and Randy nudged Bob, "Told you so. That guy is pumped with adrenaline and testosterone. I should know. And he's gotta unload it somewhere."

Single-mindedly Grady carved his way through the crowd and spotted Brian. "He's upstairs waiting for you, sir," Brian said. "Thanks kiddo," Grady said and strode into the house. Brian followed him and watched him sprint up the stairs three at a time.

In the garden Brandon's buddies crowded around him with awestruck comments. "Dude," Eddie enthused, "you were so cool ... I mean those wheelies ... literally, dude ... first time ever on a red carpet, I bet. That picture is bound to be in the papers and all over the internet by tomorrow." Ben came forward holding a big photo. "Hey, dude, I took a screen shot of you on the red carpet. Will you autograph it for me?"

"Ben, you're my amigo, you sure you want ...? OK, OK." Ben handed him a felt-tip pen and he wrote, To my best buddy Ben. I love you, dude. Eddie laughed, "Just don't go selling it on eBay, Benny boy.

Brandon sighed, "I just wanna get out of this penguin suit and become one of the guys again."

"I think I can help you there, kiddo." That was Pete pushing through the crowd. "If you don't mind guys I wanna reclaim my boy here. Come on kid. I'm taking you upstairs."

Meanwhile, the door of the master bedroom burst open and Grady stared down at the bed where his beautiful Italian lover was sprawled naked, his muscular body on tantalizing display. "Oh, fuck," Grady groaned. "Oh fuck, you look so ... Man I am fucking stoked ... it was all so tough ... I needed you so bad ..."

Mario had never seen Grady like this, almost savage in his intensity, almost scary. The only time he had seen that look was watching him as Tarzan in the movie, fists clenched, his square jaw clamped tight, eyes blazing. He yanked his bow tie open, letting it hang round his neck, and pulled open his shirt, giving glimpses of the chest underneath. Then he virtually threw himself on Mario, running his hands voraciously over his face, neck, chest and abs, and digging his fingers into his pecs.

"Man, I needed you so bad. It's all I could think about – coming back here and making love to you ... fucking you." He unzipped his pants, yanked out his rigid cock and spat on it, then pushed Mario's legs up and entered his ass, so hard, so fast that Mario cried out in pain.

"Oh no – I hurt you," Grady said, eyes wide with remorse. "I don't wanna hurt you ... you know I would never hurt you, buddy ... never."

Mario smiled up at him. "I don't care if you hurt me, Grady, as long as you love me. I want you to fuck me ... I wanted it when I saw you on TV waving to your cheering fans. I got hard thinking about it. I know you are pumped with excitement but slow down and make love to me." His eyes gleamed. "Fuck me as Tarzan would fuck me."

"Yeah," Grady said, his cock still deep in his lover's ass. "Yeah that's it." He pulled off his dinner jacket and tossed it aside, then opened his shirt, pulled it out of its pants and let it hang open, his black tie still hanging round his neck. Mario had never been more turned on by Grady than he was now, and ran his hands over the bare muscular chest above him. "Grady, I want it hard ... like Tarzan would fuck."

Grady uttered an animal growl, ripped off his shirt and, stripped to the waist, flaunted his rippling Tarzan physique. He put his hands on Mario's chest, pressing him to the bed, pulled his cock all the way back, then plunged it back in at the start of a powerful, almost savage fuck. As Randy had said, he had to unload his testosterone somewhere, and that was in Mario's ass.

"Man, I gotta do this. I gotta own you ... I need you so bad. Take it, stud, take your man's rod in your ass." He took his hands off Mario's chest and pinned his wrists to the bed above his head. "See ... feel that? You're my prisoner ... I'm never gonna let you go, mother-fucker. You belong to me ... you belong to me," he growled desperately as he pounded Mario's ass.

He was so rough that there was pain, but Mario didn't feel it. He was so blown away by the wild look on Grady's chiseled features, his burning eyes, the pumped, flexed muscles of his magnificent body – and the feel of his shaft pistoning in his ass. Mario fantasized he was getting fucked by the jungle man, half man, half animal, consumed with carnal lust.

"Fuck me, man," Mario groaned. "Oh god I love you so much. Fuck me harder – I'll take it all, I wanna feel you inside me."

It was as if all the tension of the day was being released at once, all the pent up adrenaline and testosterone was brimming over, as the shirtless muscle-god attacked his lover's ass. Hours earlier the elegantly dressed movie star was being worshipped by fans from coast to coast and now he was stripped to the waist pile-driving his rod in the naked Italian's ass.

He stared into the tortured brown eyes, released his wrists and laced his fingers through Mario's tousled black hair, pressing his head back into the pillow. `Man, you are so fucking gorgeous I wanna own you. You'll belong to me and I'll never let you go. You gotta love me, man ... tell me you love me ... I gotta hear it ... I need to hear it. Tell me!" he shouted.

"Of course I love you," Mario shouted back. "I'll always love you. You can lock me up, tie me up, keep me as your captive and I'll never try to escape."

The fantasy of Mario tied up naked, Tarzan's prisoner, waiting to get his gorgeous ass fucked again and again, was enough to push Grady over the edge. His eyes blazed, his body flexed, muscles rippling as he yelled in a frenzy, "I can't take looking at you any more, man. I gotta cum ... you're making me cum. I wanna see you shoot ... cum because you love me, man. Show me you love me ... please! Aaagh, fuck, I'm cumming inside you, man ... yeah ... fuuuck!"

Mario had never felt so alive, so in love, feeling the wild man's cock pouring jizz in his ass. His own cock exploded so ferociously it blasted upward and splashed against Grady's chest, running down his abs and into his pubic hair that pressed hard against Mario's butt. Sweat poured off Grady and dripped down onto Mario's face as they stared at each other in disbelief.

Then, before Mario's eyes, Tarzan, the wild jungle man morphed into the tender, concerned lover. He leaned forward and ran his lips lightly over Mario's before a full, gentle kiss. "Are you OK, amico? I didn't hurt you, did I? Did I hurt you?"

"Sure you did." Grady looked alarmed, but Mario smiled. "And I loved every minute of it. That was a spectacular fuck, Grady. Did it take the tension away?"

Suddenly the memory of the premiere flooded back and Grady fell into Mario's arms. "Man, doing all that today was so hard. You know what I felt most of the time on the red carpet? I felt scared to death. All that cheering, the flashbulbs, but ... it was only me, Grady. They must have seen someone else – Tarzan maybe – but it's just me, Grady, playing at being a movie star.

"But I'm not a movie star, Mario. I don't feel it inside – I'm just me, a simple guy. I can't live up to all the hype. And you know how Hollywood is. They love building you up and they're just as quick to tear you down when you have your first flop. Like I said, amico, I'm scared."

"Grady, amore, stop a minute. We've always said that that's another world, a make-believe world. This is your real world, here with me and your little family. And you will always have us. We'll never stop loving you no matter what happens."

"Yeah." Grady's eyes glinted and he sprang to his feet and paced restlessly round the room, shirtless in just his black dress pants. "Yeah, you're right – our family. I want my family. He yanked open the door and yelled down the hall, "Hey, Brian, you there?"

"Yes, sir," came the reply from the end of the hall. Grady knew that Brian always stayed close in case he was needed.

"OK, kiddo, go grab Danny and both of you get in here, fast." He paced some more and in less than a minute Danny came in resting his hand on the back of Brian's wheelchair. Grady looked magnificent, stripped to the waist, but hey could see right away that he was super charged, wilder than they had ever seen him.

"Come here, guys. You see that man lying naked on the bed. Do you love him? Are you sure you love him ... you gotta love him."

"We do, sir," said Brian nervously. "Of course we do, sir," Danny added. "We're your boys."

Grady threw his arms round both of them and hugged them tight, his breath heaving. They felt his solid muscles pressing against them, tasted his sweat and smelled the semen on his chest. Grady pulled away and stared at them. "Yeah, you're our boys, our family. Just us four. And we'll always be together, eh? Always." He stood back. "Here show me ... show me."

Grady undid his belt and dropped his pants and briefs, then threw himself naked on the bed beside Mario. "Here," Grady said pleadingly. "Come here and show us you love us. You know how to do that – you've done it before. Please, boys."

Danny and Brian exchanged quick smiles. Yes, they knew how to do it. Danny stood by the bed beside Mario, and Brian wheeled himself up against the bed by Grady. They both unzipped their shorts, pulled out their cocks and stroked them. It didn't take them long – how could it, looking at these two glorious men, their muscular bodies gleaming with sweat and semen.

They watched spellbound as Grady turned his head and kissed Mario. After a long, passionate kiss Grady pulled back and lay on his back again, gazing up at the boys who by now were pounding their cocks. "OK, guys, do it. Show us you love us, show us we're a family."

Danny nodded at Brian, then they focused on the two naked muscle-gods – the movie Tarzan they had just seen being adored by his public, and his Italian lover who had waited home for him and just got fucked by him. This was their family, their future – and it was sexy as hell.

"Here it comes, sirs," said Danny breathlessly. "Come on Brian, let's do it." Together they shouted, "We love you, sirs," and their cocks erupted together, spraying their semen, the token of their love, all over the naked men.

"Yes!" shouted Grady – "yes!" He reached over, hauled Brian out of his chair and on top of him, while Mario pulled Danny onto the bed and they writhed, laughing, in a joyful heap. "That's it ... all better," Grady smiled. "Thank you guys ... I'm home."

As they all lay together Grady said, "Hey, how about that Brandon today, eh? Was he something! Talk about a star. Where is he, by the way? Is he OK?"

He's fine, sir." Brian said. "I put him and Pete in the blue room. Brandon's probably getting it good from Pete even as we speak."

Brian got that almost right, but not in quite the way he meant. When Pete took Brandon into the guestroom he said, "Now let me help you out of what you call your penguin suit. It looks terrific, but I know what looks better." Pete took off Brandon's jacket, bow tie and shirt, then Brandon pulled himself out of his wheelchair onto the bed, where Pete pulled off his shoes and pants.

Pete looked down at Brandon, naked on his back, and said, "See what I mean? That looks hotter than any tuxedo. You should have ridden the red carpet like that. The flashbulbs would have gone crazy." Pete pulled off his own T-shirt, dropped his shorts and towered over Brandon naked. Guess you think you're gonna get fucked, eh kid?"

Brandon smiled coyly. "It's a distinct possibility, sir."

"Oh yeah? When I saw that guy showing off on the red carpet, all the cheering, the flashbulbs popping, I wanted him bad and in a whole different way. How's your cock doing, stud?"

"How do you think it is, sir, looking up at a naked Forest Ranger? Pretty damn hard."

"Hmm, just needs a bit more fluffing, I'd say." Pete knelt on the bed, lowered his face and let his boy's dick slide down his throat. Brandon gasped. This wasn't what he had expected but he, like Grady, had been stoked by the cheering crowds and was feeling pretty pumped up right now. "Yeah, eat that meat, Ranger," he growled, surprising himself and Pete. But it sounded good.

Pete finally pulled off, spit running down his chin. "Now that is a fine looking hunk of beef. And I know just what to do with it." He knelt astride Brandon's chest, raised up on his knees, then lowered himself slowly so his boy's cock slid easily inside his ass. He sat on Brandon's mass of pubic hair, his dick resting deep inside him, and grinned, "If those fans could see you now with your dick buried inside a Ranger's butt that would really give them something to cheer for."

"OK, Ranger, ride that cock. Let's see what you got," Brandon grinned mischievously. Pete leaned forward and tweaked Brandon's nipples in his fingers while he rode his cock, making the boy groan and writhe with pleasure. "Man, that rod feels good in my ass," Pete moaned.

Brandon gazed up at the Ranger and stroked his chest. "You look so hot fucking my cock, sir. All that stuff out there was fun, I guess, but this is where I belong ... with you.

"And this is where your cock belongs, kiddo, in my ass. Damn you're making me hard. You getting close?"

"I was close as soon as you sat on my dick, sir. So what are we waiting for?" Pete reared up on his knees and grabbed his own cock with one hand while he raised his other arm and pumped his fist in the air like a rodeo star riding a stallion.

Brandon shouted, "Yeah, ride em' cowboy," which immediately made them both laugh, and they were still roaring with laughter when Pete jacked his cock fast and blasted a load of jizz all over his boy's chest and face while Brandon poured cum inside the ranger's ass. Still laughing Pete rose up off Brandon's cock and fell forward on him, hugging and kissing.

"Sir, you know what I want most?" Brandon said. "I wanna put all of today's craziness behind us and tomorrow evening when you come home from work I'll have dinner ready for you, a chilled bottle of wine, and we'll drink a toast just to us. Then we'll watch a movie and fall asleep together. I hope that doesn't sound too boring sir?"

"Not boring at all, kiddo. More exciting than all the red carpets in Hollywood. Come on, better go join the others.

They got dressed and as they left the room Grady, Mario and their two boys were coming out of the master bedroom. They all went down to the garden together to be greeted one last time with wild applause.

Mario raised his hand and said, "Signori, thank you for helping us celebrate a perfect day. Grady's movie has finally opened; he and Brandon were stars on the red carpet; Bob and Randy are back together, all wounds are healed; and, best of all, we are all here together, one big, wonderful crazy family. As we say in Italy, Tutto è giusto con il mondo, which loosely translates into All's right with the world.

The last part they all chanted in unison, and the noise was deafening.

Uncle Mike

It was time to get out of town.

Earlier, at Grady's big party, Bob and Randy, Zack and Miguel, and Mark had been sitting by the pool, glad to be out of the limelight for once. It was the first time all five of them had been together since the traumatic disruption of their friendship and, even though they had all recently patched things up, they were still a bit tentative with each other as a group, and the group dynamic was still complex.

So Bob had raised a subject he and Randy had previously discussed. "Guys, Randy and I were thinking it might be a good idea for us all to take our boys out to the desert, to Uncle Mike's place in Palm Springs. Miguel, you'll get a chance to meet Mike and his boy Larry."

Miguel had looked around at the men, received a nod of agreement from Zack, and said, "Yeah, sounds like a good idea. You guys have talked a lot about Mike and Larry and they're the only ones of the tribe I haven't met." And yet there was a note of hesitancy in Miguel's voice. "Only ... we, er, we haven't yet spent any time as a group since ... well, you know, all that stuff. Being all together out there in the desert in one house ... you sure it wouldn't be too soon?"

Zack grinned, "Dunno, not sure at all, but there's only one way to find out. Gotta take the plunge sometime."

"Anyway," Bob smiled. "Uncle Mike won't let things get out of hand. He runs a leather bar and he's used to breaking up fights if there's any rough stuff. So is it a deal?"

They all raised their glasses and drank to, "Uncle Mike."

That had been over a week ago and now they were finally ready to take the plunge. The Grady House had settled into a long overdue period of domestic tranquility where Grady would be `just one of the boys', and Brandon and Pete had holed up in their bungalow in their private bliss. But these men were in a mood to spread their wings. They would take a long weekend, starting early on Friday morning.

It was to be a large group, but Uncle Mike had enthusiastically agreed to accommodate them all in his sprawling house. He and Larry both worked in Mike's popular leather bar but they sometimes got tired of the small desert community and looked forward to visits from the L.A. guys. "Besides," Mike had said to Bob and Randy on the phone, "you guys are good for business. The customers flock in when word goes round that your gang of muscle-gods are gonna hit the bar.

It turned out to be quite an expedition, involving three trucks. Randy headed up the convoy in his big Ford F-450. He sat up front with Bob, and Pablo shared the large back seat with the twins, with Pablo's dog Billy in the space behind them, his head hanging excitedly out the window most of the way.

Next up came Zack and Miguel, with Darius sitting confidently between them. And bringing up the rear was police officer Mark with his surfer boy Jamie, though he no longer thought of him as his boy but rather his macho young buddy. They drove last for one good reason, and everyone knew they would be delayed arriving at Mike's – and why.

It had become a tradition that when Mark and Jamie drove the 100 or so miles to the desert they stopped off on the way. As always Mark was wearing jeans, and his black ribbed tank-top over his muscled torso – another tradition, as Mark knew how much it turned Jamie on.

When they hit an empty stretch of desert Mark pulled off the highway onto a track he knew well that lead a few miles into the scrub and ended in a stand of trees where he parked the truck, got out and pulled down the tailgate. Jamie, wearing his usual loose tank top and surfer trunks, sat on the tailgate and Mark yanked down his trunks. Leaning back on his elbows Jamie watched Mark pull out his cock that was already hard at the sight of the tanned, muscular young buck.

He spat on his cock, pushed Jamie's legs back and drove his rod straight into his ass. "Shit, man, your ass feels hotter every time we come out here. You ready to get ploughed, stud?"

"You bet, officer," Jamie grinned. He lay on his back and pressed his palms on Mark's chest, feeling his pecs flex under the thin black cotton. It didn't take long – never did. A combination of their mutual lust, the remoteness of the truck in the desert sage brush, and the mid-morning sun blazing down on them, was too much for either of them to resist.

The cop rammed his rod into the blond surfer jock who was pumping his own cock in his fist. "God I love you, Jamie," Mark groaned. "I could stay out here all day fucking you like this. But we got a date with Uncle Mike. So here it comes, dude. You ready?"

Two pairs of blue eyes pierced each other, the cop fucked harder and deeper until the young jock tensed, yelled "Thank you, sir," and shot a ribbon of cum over his own chest and face.

"Damn that looks hot," Mark groaned. His muscles tensed and he plunged in one last time and blasted his jizz deep in the surfer's ass. As they climaxed they howled like coyotes in the wild, but their shouts were carried off by the desert breeze and reached only the hawks wheeling high above, watching curiously the things men do.

Mark pulled out and stuffed his cock back in his jeans. Jamie jumped down from the tailgate, pulled up his trunks and they got back in the truck. As Mark turned the truck round and bumped back toward the highway, Jamie rested his hand between Mark's thighs and they both had satisfied smiles on their faces. Another tradition had been honored.

Larry was waiting impatiently at the gate of the house he shared with Mike.

He had a past, troubled history with the tribe as, years ago, he and Jamie had been a pair of runaways, living rough, and had busted into the tribe's compound. They had been punished by the tribe's boys, but from there their paths had diverged. Jamie had become Mark's loved and respected boy. Larry had gone back to his family in St. Louis but had eventually escaped from his abusive father and shown up again at the tribe's home.

By chance he had met Mike, who had been visiting the guys, and they had struck up an unlikely relationship between a youth in his early twenties and an older man in his late fifties. Having always lacked a supportive and protective father figure, Larry was immediately attracted to Mike and they had fallen in love. Larry had moved to Palm Springs to live with Mike, who was loving but strict and helped him reform his ways.

Larry assisted Mike in his popular leather bar there and was well-liked by the crowd. But he missed the company of the rowdy tribe of men and boys and looked forward to their visits to the desert city. He was also keen to meet the new man Miguel, the macho Latino that Jamie had told him about in their frequent phone conversations. All of which is why he was now at the gate eagerly awaiting their arrival.

He was rewarded at last when Randy's truck pulled up first. Billy the dog was first to leap from the truck and he bounded up to Larry who made a great fuss of him. Then out tumbled Pablo and the twins who engulfed Larry in a group embrace. Randy and Bob smiled broadly and Larry shook their hands shyly, always slightly intimidated by the two handsome leaders of the tribe.

"Larry, you young stud," Randy grinned. "How's it hangin'? And how's that old man of yours?"

"He's doing great, sir ... oh, you can ask him yourself." Uncle Mike came out of the house, straight into a bear hug from Randy.

"Hey, you old rascal ... looking younger than ever. Love must agree with you. Have you forgiven me yet?"

"What for this time?" Mike laughed.

"Oh I dunno, but there's bound to be something. You know I'm a bit scared of you."

"Yeah right," Mike chuckled scornfully.

"No," Bob smiled, "he really is, Mike. I often wish you were in L.A. to keep him in check."

As Mike was greeting Pablo and the twins a second truck pulled up. Zack and Darius climbed out and greeted Mike and Larry, then Miguel emerged from the passenger side. He was wearing cargo shorts and his usual Hawaiian shirt, flapping open over his solid pecs and abs. Zack said proudly, "Mike, Larry, I want you to meet our new man Miguel."

"Holy shit," Mike said, gazing at the dark, chiseled features and sculpted body. "Where do you guys find these men? Straight out of Central Casting?" He clasped Miguel's hand warmly. "Miguel, my boy, welcome to the desert. With those looks you sure fit in with this tribe. As for the rest, we'll find out. I have my methods."

Miguel grinned, "I know membership in the tribe doesn't come cheap. I've already had several tough initiations to the group. You gonna subject me to another trial of strength, Mike?"

"Nah, nothing so dramatic, big guy. Actually, whatever I do to you it's really just to give a horny old man a chance to get his rocks off looking at you. Here, I would like you to me meet my boy Larry. He's the one drooling in the background staring at you."

Larry came forward shyly. "Pleased to meet you, sir. Jamie has told me all about you."

"Oh god," Miguel smiled, "none of it good, I'm sure."

"Oh no, sir. I mean yes, sir. Jamie told me how great you were, but you're even hotter looking than he said." He blushed and Mike put his arm round him. "I'll tell you the truth, Miguel. Right now my boy here is thinking how much he wants to suck your cock."

"Okey-dokey," Miguel said, and made as if to unzip his shorts, causing laughter all round. While they all got to know each other, with Billy racing around barking like a crazy dog, Larry looked around and asked, "Where's Jamie?"

Randy laughed. "Oh, we saw Mark and him peel off the highway and drive away through the brush. Pretty safe bet they were pulling that truck tailgate stunt they usually do. That cop can't keep his dick out of his surfer's sweet ass." Just then Mark's truck came round the bend. "Huh, that didn't take long – must've been a quick slam bam thank you man."

Mark was warmly greeted by Mike, and Larry hugged Jamie tight. Their friendship had been a long and rocky one but it had deep roots and they were now very close.

"OK, guys," Mike shouted above the din, let's get his show off the road and inside. As you know we have three guest rooms, plus the pool house in the garden that sleeps two comfortably. So follow me and I'll get you settled." Larry added, "And around noon we'll be serving lunch in the garden. I, er, I've already made a start on it," he said, with a hint of desperation in his voice.

The twins smiled and put their arms round him. "Don't sweat it, Larry," Kevin said, "the cavalry has arrived. Why don't you show us round the kitchen and then you can leave the rest to us and go and play host. In a while you can come back and take out cocktails and appetizers."

Larry smiled with relief. "Gee, thanks, dudes. You saved my life. With the prospect of lunch for twelve I was already in the weeds."

"Yeah," Kyle smiled, "well we're experienced weed-whackers so just leave it all to us.

As always the twins took 12-for-lunch all in stride. They were used to making almost daily meals of that size for the tribe. They missed the junior boys who usually served, so Larry and Jamie helped them ferry stuff from kitchen to table before they all joined the crowd.

It was, predictably, a noisy get-reacquainted meal, in which Grady's movie premiere last week was a hot topic. Mike and Larry had watched Grady and Brandon's bravura red-carpet performance on TV, and now they were agog to hear of the after-party action back at the house. Brandon was a particular favorite of Uncle Mike's for having saved his nephew Brian from a solitary, desperate life of a boy in a wheelchair. "And now the kid is the boy of that gorgeous Tarzan hunk. Who'd a thought it, eh?"

The title of `Uncle' had initially attached to Mike because of his nephew Brian, but it stuck because Mike was by far the senior man in the group, a tough but kind man who even in late middle age still bore an older version of the good looks and husky build of his youth.

He was looked on as an authority on men and keeping them in line, a skill often called on as owner of a leather bar where machismo sometimes got out of hand. He was the only man, apart from Bob, who could rule Randy, and had several times in the past given him a ferocious tongue lashing.

Miguel had not been totally kidding in asking if Mike was going to subject him to some kind of trial of strength. He had gone through that at the hands of the tribe's leaders in several acts of initiation, but he knew that out here in the desert Mike was king and would no doubt want to put Miguel through his paces to make sure of him as a fitting addition to the tribe.

And that started to happen at the end of the meal, where the wine had flowed freely and they were all feeling loose and uninhibited. "So, Miguel," Mike said, lolling back in his chair, "rumor has it that you caused quite a mess of trouble when you first came to town – with considerable help from a certain shit-kicking gypsy we won't mention."

Miguel squirmed uncomfortably and said, "Yes, sir, it's true and I'm not proud of ..."

"Yeah, yeah, well that's no concern of mine, boy ... that's an L.A. thing and I understand you guys have pretty much put the problem to bed. But see, out here I always feel kinda responsible for these guys ... comes from being an opinionated old taskmaster who's been around the block a few too many times.

"A new guy like you comes along and I have to make sure for myself that you're good for the tribe. Oh I don't resort to fists and whips like some guys do" (glancing at Randy and Zack) "but I just have to make sure a guy's got what it takes – mentally as well as physically."

The other guys round the table were having a good time watching Mike take charge, with his gruffness and sly sense of humor – the `old rascal' as Randy called him. Miguel himself even joined in the spirit of the thing, and said. "I understand, sir. If I were in your shoes I'd probably do the same thing."

"Yeah, well I have no doubt you will one day be in my position. Hell, you're obviously one tough alpha male and pretty much a top-man, I'd guess."

"Pretty much, sir," Miguel replied with a swaggering grin.

"Well ya see, that's just the point," Mike said. "I'm damn sure you make a real tough master, but I often say that the proof of a top-man's real strength is how well he submits to another alpha male." Mike grinned roguishly. "Plus, you should know that my core fantasy has always been watching a good-looking, sculpted muscle god such as yourself getting dominated by another top – especially if that top is an arrogant young buck out to prove his manhood."

He looked round at Darius. "You got that camera of yours, boy? 'Course you do. Turn it on, man – this will be one for the record books. OK, big guy ... stand up.

Miguel obeyed and Mike said, "Take your shirt off." Miguel shrugged off his shirt and stood before the group stripped to the waist. "Holy shit, that is some primo fucking body you got on you, stud. No doubt you fit in in the looks department. Drop the shorts." Without hesitation Miguel dropped his shorts and stood there naked, his huge cock swinging between his muscled thighs. Darius was circling unobtrusively, getting it all on camera.

"Fucking spectacular," Mike said. "You're so hot I'd like to give my boy a little pleasure along the way too. Hey, Larry, I see you drooling over there. Tell me what you'd like to do for this beautiful man here." Larry sputtered and hesitated but Mike insisted. "Come on boy, you know I've taught you to always speak your mind."

Larry swallowed, cleared his throat and said out loud. "I would like to suck his cock, sir."

"And so you shall, kid. OK, why don't you take our big stud top man here over to our favorite tree? And don't worry, Miguel. This is just our way of having a little fun out here in the desert."

Miguel grinned and followed Larry to the tree which had two ropes hanging down from a high branch, with leather wrist restraints attached to the ends. Knowing his role, Miguel stood under the branch and Larry came up close and said softly, "Sir, I think you are incredibly beautiful and sexy. It'll be an honor to suck your cock." He pulled one of Miguel's wrists up high and buckled a restraint round it, then did the same with the other wrist.

Larry stood back and waited for Mike's instructions. Mike pulled his chair round to face Miguel a short distance away. He surveyed the spectacle of the swarthy Latino with the rugged looks and square stubbled jaw, his magnificent body stretched upward, arms in a Y, wrists shackled.

"Fuck, do you have any idea how gorgeous you look, man?" Mike groaned, yanking open his jeans, pulling out his cock and stroking it in his fist. "Of course you do, that makes this even better." Then to the other men, "Sorry guys, but you bring a man like this to my house, I gotta have me a little fun with him. Now all we need is that arrogant young buck proving his manhood. Any takers?"

"I guess that would be me, Uncle Mike." Pablo stood up and Mike grinned, "Perfect".

Wearing old jeans and a sleeveless denim shirt, Pablo strode up to face Miguel. Staring him in the eye Pablo pulled off his shirt and stood bare chested in beltless jeans, much as Miguel had often seen him as the hot jock mechanic on the construction site. Pablo smiled his sexy crooked smile and raised his arms in a bodybuilder's pose, flexed and kissed his own biceps.

Miguel instinctively pulled at the ropes binding him and his cock stiffened as he gazed at the muscular shirtless young jock, his Mestizo features a mix of Hispanic and Indian with high cheek bones and slightly slanted deep brown eyes. His jet black hair flopped over his forehead into his eyes with their look of arrogance that he had inherited from his master Randy. He had grown up from the boss's boy to a young alpha stud in his own right, and he now said. "Let's see that cock, man. Look at me ... get it hard."

Miguel had no choice. His body tensed and his cock rose up stiff. Pablo said, "OK, Larry, that's your cue. Go for it, dude. Get him good and ready for me." Larry came excitedly forward, dropped to his knees, pushed his face forward and swallowed the Latino's long shaft right down his throat.

Miguel moaned loudly and Pablo came close, stood behind the kneeling Larry and gazed into Miguel's eyes. He stroked his face and said, "Mike's right of course, you are one hot fucking stud, dude. A few years ago, as the boss's boy, I would have called you sir, but now I'm all grown up ... and I am gonna bang your ass, big guy.

"I've always been a bit jealous of my buddy Darius sleeping with you and Zack, but at least I have you now. And come to think of it, I'm just about the only guy who never took his revenge for you fucking with my dad Randy. So this might hurt a little. For Mike it's a bit of fun. For me, it's retribution."

Miguel grinned defiantly. "Take your best shot, Pablo. I can take it."

Pablo walked behind him, spat on his cock, put his hands on Miguel's waist and pressed his cock between his ass cheeks. "OK, Uncle Mike," Pablo shouted. "Is this what you had in mind?"

"Aaagh!" Miguel's shout echoed round the garden as he felt the piston drive deep in his ass. "Holy shit," Mike yelled, sprawled in his chair, pounding his cock in his fist. "Yeah, fuck him, boy. Let me hear that muscle-stud scream." The naked man yanked at his restraints in a futile attempt at escape and his body writhed in bondage as his ass got speared from behind and his cock got eaten by the boy kneeling at his feet.

"Damn," Mike yelled, "look at that, you guys. That is every man's fantasy, a fucking gorgeous Hispanic musclehunk strung up by his wrists, getting ramrodded by a hot stud mechanic and cock-sucked by a boy. Look at that body thrashing in pain, hear him scream. Shit damn, Randy, that boy of yours sure knows how to pound ass."

It was Pablo who set the pace. He had learned a lot from Randy, had modeled himself on him and had a lot of the young savage in him, which surfaced now as he jack-hammered the writhing captive's ass. He clamped his arm round Miguel's neck from behind and held him tight while he ploughed him.

"Feel that, stud? Feel that bicep pressing against your windpipe. Can't breathe eh, dude? I could choke you while I rip your ass open, so let me hear you beg, dude. Let the guys hear the big, tough alpha top-man beg the young mechanic."

Miguel was really suffering now. He could hardly breathe, he was choking while the merciless shaft pistoned in his ass and the kid on his knees tortured his cock, bringing him to the edge of orgasm, then denying him release. The other men watched in awe, all of them pounding their dicks as Mike yelled encouragement.

"Watch that beautiful man suffer, guys. That is what I call pornographic. You getting all this Darius? We'll be jerking off to that video for years. OK, Pablo, turn up the heat. Finish him off ... make him beg."

Pablo squeezed his arm tighter round Miguel's neck, fucked harder and the tortured man gave a guttural groan ... "I give up ..."

"What? I can't hear you?" Pablo loosened the grip of his arm. "OK, big guy, say your piece."

Miguel gulped, regaining his breath. "I can't take anymore. You're gonna choke me ... my ass is on fire ... my dick's fit to burst ... my body feels like it's stretched on a rack."

Pablo growled, "You know what it takes for freedom, stud."

"OK, you win. I give up ... I submit. Bust your load in my ass, make your boy let me cum in his mouth. Aaagh! You want me to beg? OK, I'm begging you ... finish me off. I can't take anymore. Please, I'm begging you, sir ... aaagh ..."

"Fucking unbelievable," Mike said. "OK, Pablo, I needed to hear the macho top man beg, but he's had enough. Do it, boy. The final humiliation. Fill the stud's ass with jizz."

Pablo's cock was a pile driver as he yelled, "OK, guys ... here it comes ... fuck ... I'm gonna cum in his ass ... here it comes ... yeaaah!"

Never had there been so many simultaneous orgasms in this house. The air shook with their howling as Pablo's dick exploded in the prisoner's ass making his cock finally release his pent-up load in Larry's mouth. Larry swallowed every last drop while he pounded his own cock and shot his sperm over the captive's leg.

He heard Mike yell, "Yeah ... oh fuck ... fuck ... aaagh!" Semen burst from his cock, rose high in the air and splashed down on his own face and chest as ecstatic shouts came from the other guys who were drenching the ground with their own sperm.

Darius, who had been circling getting it all on camera, now towered over Larry, pointed his massive cock at him and blasted jizz into the boy's shining upturned face. Above the din they all heard Uncle Mike laugh, "Thank you, God. Now I can die and go to heaven a happy man."

Pablo pulled his cock out of Miguel's shattered ass, went round to face him, gabbed his head and kissed him ravenously. When he finally pulled back he grinned, "Shit, man, Mike's right. You are one hell of a hot fucking sex god. I can see why my dad went apeshit over you."

He was interrupted by the sound of a sudden loud crack that came from the dense trees by the fence, followed by a howl of pain. Stuffing his cock back in his jeans Pablo ran to the trees, dived into the bushes ... and hauled out, by the scruff of his neck, a fresh-faced boy in a torn T-shirt, trembling with fear.

Holding the back of the boy's T-shirt in his fist Pablo stared down at his scared round eyes. "So what the fuck have we got here?" he asked, with a trace of amusement in his voice. "Did you just fall out of that tree, kid?"

"Y ... yes, sir."

"You ripped your shirt. Did you hurt yourself?"

"I ... I don't think so, sir."

"What's your name?"

"Tyler sir," the boy stammered.

"OK, Tyler-sir, and how old are you?"

"Eighteen, sir."

"Eighteen, eh?" Pablo looked down at him, at his cute but frightened face, big blue eyes, tousled brown hair and lithe young body under his torn T-shirt. "So, Tyler-sir, were you jerking yourself off in those trees spying on us?"

"Yes, sir."

"OK, so tell me this. When you shot your load what were you looking at, what made you cum?"

"You, sir. I was looking at you."

Pablo roared with laughter, "Well, guys, the kid's got taste, I'll give him that. But he's a Peeping Tom. We can't have that ... can't just let him go. So what'll we do with him? What d'you say, guys, what are we gonna do to young Tyler-sir here?"

Uncle Mike chuckled. "I'd say he's all yours, Pablo. Finders keepers. It's your call."

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 379

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