A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 391 By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 391 – "EDGING – THE THRILL OF DENIED CLIMAX"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

At the big gathering of the clan the tribe's leaders – the rugged gypsy Randy and his handsome businessman lover Bob – are consumed with lust for each other. Bob restrains the arrogant construction boss and asks, "You ever heard of edging – where a man is repeatedly brought to the edge of his orgasm but denied it? Stud, you are about to learn that sexual frustration can be the biggest turn-on of all." _____________________________________________________________________

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

Grady, sitting with his lover Mario, said to their houseboy, "So, Brian, how d'you think the party's going so far?"

Brian beamed. "Awesome, sir ... a whole lot of action and we haven't even got as far as lunch."

They were talking about the big gathering of the clan at the Grady House, the large estate owned by Grady and Mario. By now Grady was rich and famous from his starring role as the new Tarzan in the latest big film franchise, but to the tribe he was just one of the guys, a simplicity he longed for, a world away from the adulation of a heart-throb celebrity.

Devoted to his Italian lover Mario, Grady also loved gossip and his houseboy Brian, so he had begged Brian to bring him up to date on the shenanigans so far. Brian was busy helping the junior boys set up the party but he agreed to give Grady "the speed-read version" of events.

He described how the senior men of the tribe had gone through a series of hard-core sexual fantasies to prove their manhood. That included the tribe's founders, the gypsy boss Randy and his lover Bob; the handsome cop Mark; and a trio of leathermen – Zack, Darius and Miguel.

And he made a prediction. "See Bob and Randy over there, sir, and the way they're looking at each other? My bet is they'll soon disappear upstairs, so I'm gonna get one of the guestroom beds ready for them."

But the most recent action in the tribe had featured the muscle-stud fireman Jason and his boy Ben – the young gypsy who was also Randy's kid brother. Jason had a strong streak of narcissism that was mostly regarded by the tribe as a big sexual turn-on. As Randy had told Bob, "Sure he's vain – who wouldn't be with a face and body like that? Nothing wrong with an athletic jock like him getting off on his looks."

However, Jason's affinity for the mirror had caused him to neglect his boy Ben, so Randy, always protective of his little brother, had left the party for a while to go visit Jason and sort him out. "Face it, stud, all this flexing your biceps in front of a mirror, is that the best you can do? Bit vanilla, wouldn't you say? Guy like you, a big stud fire-fighter, needs more than that."

So Randy had subjected him to a more rugged display of vanity, involving the naked jock roped and tormented. When it was over a dazzled Jason said, "You are without doubt the sexiest man I have ever met. You ooze sex, not only your incredible face and body, but your mind too. Shit, what we did just now was fucking awesome, dude, something I'll jerk off to for a long time."

But Randy was not done with the handsome fireman – he still had to make things right with Ben. "What I have in mind, Jason, will kill two birds with one stone – it'll let Ben show off to his buddies, and give you another stage to flaunt your vanity."

So a short time later Jason finally appeared before the whole tribe at the Grady House, a homoerotic icon in his fireman's uniform, and said, "I want my boy." Ben ran into his arms and Jason whispered apologies in his ear, then made amends by slowly stripping out of his uniform and fucking the ecstatic gypsy boy in front of all his envious young buddies.

Jason pulled Ben to his feet and raised his hand high in the air like a triumphant fighter. The cheers were thunderous as Ben hugged Jason, then ran to Randy and hugged him too. "Thank you, sir. You said you'd make everything come right and you did."

Earlier Randy had come back from Jason's house with a swagger that everyone knew meant "mission accomplished", and he was widely viewed as the hero of the hour. Bob loved Randy when he was in his confident big-boss mood like this. The sexual magnetism was more powerful than ever and Bob's cock was rock hard in his jeans as he gazed at him.

"Er, Randy, sometime this afternoon is there any chance we can escape up to one of the guest rooms and, you know ... fool around?"

"Oh that's already on the agenda," Randy retorted. When I watched that fireman, tied up naked, I thought of you and knew I would fuck you when I came back here. Right after lunch, OK?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Nope." The gypsy's arrogant tone made Bob's cock swell even more.

********************** CHAPTER 391 **********************

The breathtaking sexual performance of Jason and Ben was a warmup to the afternoon's festivities and the raucous voices and laughter of the crowd almost drowned out the announcement made by Tommy – the handsome young gymnast, Dr. Steve's house manager and today's party planner.

"Gentlemen ... Gentlemen," he shouted above the din. "Lunch is served." The crowd shifted to the pool area where several tables had been placed end-to-end to form one long table by the pool, covered in white linen cloths. In a haphazard free-for-all men and boys took their seats.

Instead of the usual two separate clusters – men in one, boys in the other – this time men and their boys sat together, no doubt prompted by the spectacle of the master/boy bonding they had just witnessed between Jason and Ben.

Basking in the sudden celebrity he had earned, Ben sat proudly between his master Jason and his big brother Randy, with Bob on Randy's other side. Facing them were Randy's adopted son, the hot young mechanic Pablo, and Pablo's new boy Tyler, now accepted as a full member of the tribe and enjoying his first full gathering of the clan.

Brian, having worked hard with the other boys to get lunch ready, now sat in his wheelchair between Grady and Mario, with Grady whispering in his ear, thoroughly enjoying swapping notes on the party with him. Grady loved all this, so far away from the tension and expectations of the studio where he carried the next movie in the Tarzan series on his broad shoulders. Here he could relax as just one of the tribe.

Then Danny and the twins, the three chefs, finally emerged from the kitchen and Mario rose to propose a toast. "Signori, Grady and I welcome you to our humble home." He paused for the derisive chuckles at the description of the estate as humble. "It is a pleasure to host all of you at this gathering of the tribe.

"So many people to thank, not least Jason and Ben for making all our dicks hard with their amazing display, which sharpened our gastronomic and sexual appetites, not necessarily in that order. And thanks to Randy for making it all possible with his surprisingly fist-free diplomacy.

This was greeted with howls of laughter and cheers, making Randy grin, Ben blush and Jason smile broadly, soaking up the praise.

"I have a feeling," Mario added, "that after seeing the fireman in the flesh, many of the boys will later be pulling from under their beds a certain calendar open to a certain fireman's picture on the August page. Just remember, amici, that pages once stuck together are difficult to separate. At least that was my experience when I looked at movie magazines and drooled over pictures of the new Tarzan."

"Who now shares his bed," Grady shouted. "Who'd a' thunk it?"

Amid more laughter Mario continued, "I know you are not here to listen to speeches, but I do want you all to join me in a toast. The party would not have been possible without our chefs, Danny and the twins Kyle and Kevin providing their usual gourmet feast ... Tommy for planning everything with his usual flair ... and Brian and the boys for serving it all so skillfully. So, signori, I ask you all to please raise your glasses to ... `The chefs and the boys'."

The toast was raucous and heartfelt. Danny, the twins and Tommy bowed graciously before taking their seats and Grady raised Brian's hand high before kissing him on the cheek. After that the party erupted in boisterous, competing conversations and bawdy laughter that continued throughout the meal.

But as usual, there were undercurrents flowing beneath the surface of the revelry, some subtle, others not so much. The tone had been set by the erotic display of master/boy sex of Jason and Ben, so most of the party's undertones had a strong sexual component. One of the not-so-subtle examples was Randy and Bob who had eyes only for each other. "Practically drooling," Grady whispered in Brian's ear as they compared notes.

As Jason had said earlier, Randy oozed sex appeal, especially when he was at the top of his game as the powerful leader. It had been evident in his arrogant strut as he returned to the party after `doing a number' on the muscle-jock fireman Jason and setting up his reunion with Ben.

And that's when he fired up his lover Bob the most, reminiscent as it was of his early caveman days. Those days had been painful but highly erotic for Bob. and glimpses of that wild gypsy now gave him a permanent erection under the table.

"Randy," Bob said, "you never did give me all the details of what you did to Jason down at his house. The only words I remember are mirror, ropes and jockstrap."

"And that's all you need to know, buddy. You do the math." But he could never resist Bob's pleading brown eyes. "OK, OK, I'll give you a blow by blow account. Just don't let it make you blow your load. Save that for later."

Sitting nearby, more cerebral than drooling, was Randy's brother Doctor Steve, Ben's brother too, and therapist to the tribe. The handsome doctor shared his brother's sex appeal, but in surveying the group he was, unlike Randy, more analytical than visceral – brain rather than gut. He had sat with his lover Lloyd watching the Jason/Ben show and had shared his thoughts on the causes and effects of this new dynamic between them.

Steve knew that Randy wanted him to hold a therapy session with them, and he was more than willing – the sooner the better, he thought, to build on the momentum of their sexual energy.

But mostly the tribe's celebration was simply one of joy, seasoned with a large ingredient of lust. The food was consumed eagerly and the wine and beer flowed copiously, diluting their inhibitions even more. And the boys stoked the fires with their continuous service.

Tommy had devised a way of letting the junior boys enjoy the party but serve as waiters too. Eddie, Brandon, Ben and Brian (the four amigos as they called themselves) took it in turns, leaving the table for twenty minutes at a time to serve drinks and clear plates. There was now a fifth amigo too – Pablo's boy Tyler – who loved being included as a full member of the boys' club and served the group with enthusiasm when his turn came – under Pablo's watchful eye.

When Brian's turn came Grady said, "Ah no, do you have to? I need you with me kiddo. Where am I gonna get all the gossip?"

"I'll be back with you when my duties allow, sir," Brian said formally. "I've gotta help the boys."

Grady looked hurt but as Brian wheeled away Mario said, "Grady, you've got to be careful not to monopolize Brian. He doesn't want to be thought of as special just because he's your favorite. More than anything he wants to fit in, be just one of the boys. You should understand that because you want exactly the same thing. And it's that that makes Brian special, though he doesn't know it."

"You're right, dude, I never thought of it like that. Mario, you're so good for me, and I don't mean just because you're such a great fuck," (groping Mario under the table).

It was during after-lunch drinks that Randy fixed Bob with his hypnotic blue eyes and growled, "I can't take this anymore, man, you're making me so fucking hot. You're coming with me."

They got to their feet and Brian dug Grady in the ribs. "See, told you so, sir."

Randy said to Mario, "Buddy, we're gonna disappear for a while. We got business to take care of upstairs."

"Urgent business by the look of things," Mario smiled. "I understand."

Grady hissed at Brian, "It's happening just like you predicted, kiddo."

"Yeah, and I gotta talk to them, sir." Brian pushed back from the table and wheeled himself quickly up to the two men as they started to leave, with Grady straining to hear.

"Excuse me, sirs." They turned round and smiled down at Brian. "Sirs, just so you know, it's the same room you used before, third door on the right upstairs. I tidied it up and I think you'll find everything you need."

"Well that's mighty nice of you, kid," Randy grinned. "You wanna come watch?"

"Oh, er, well, I'd like to, sir, but I've got my duties out here. But you'll be back before we screen your movie, won't you, sir? Nobody's seen it yet, except Darius of course. He's been editing it and he said it's a mind blower – definitely one for the highlight reel in the archives. You gotta be there `cos you and Miguel are the stars."

"Well we wouldn't wanna disappoint you, kiddo, so sure, we'll be there. Er, I think Grady wants you."

They walked toward the house and Brian wheeled himself back to Grady. "Dude," Grady said, "what did you mean by `you'll find everything you need."

"Well, sir, you know ... clothes, ropes, lube – what does Mario always call it?"

"Accoutrements, bambino," Mario said with a smile. "And I'm sure those guys know just how to use all of them."

Grady's eyes sparkled. "Hey, amico, maybe we could check in on them later, what d'you think?"

"Assolutamente no, amore," Mario said firmly, though he could tell from the gleam in Grady's eye that he probably would not take no for an answer.

As soon as Randy and Bob got inside the room and closed the door behind them they were all over each other. Randy pushed Bob back against the door and pressed his mouth on his in a savage kiss, their lips churning against each other, tongues probing deep. At the same time they tore each other's pants open and let them drop. Then they clawed at each other's shirts, yanked them off and ground their naked bodies together.

Randy panted, "Shit damn, I've been wanting to do that to you since I got back from Jason's. Fuck, man, you turn me on even more than you did that day we first met. In those days it scared me and I reacted by beating you up, but now, man, I wanna fuck your ass."

"Hey, Randy, let's cool it a bit, OK?" Bob said, pulling back. "I don't just want a slam-bam-thank-you-man kinda thing. That's OK for cavemen but I pride myself on being a bit more refined than a caveman – one of us has to be."

"Asshole," Randy grinned, grabbing Bob's head and pulling him into another ravenous kiss.

"No seriously, Randy, I want to savor the moment. Let's see what Brian was talking about when he said he had set the room up with everything we'd need."

"And I'm supposed to watch you walking around naked without shoving my disk in your ass?"

"Yeah, dude, curb your enthusiasm. Let's see here ... yep, ropes at all four bedposts, even wrist restraints and a leather collar too. Wow that boy thinks of everything. He's come a long way for a kid who not so long ago was holed up in a shabby trailer in the middle of the desert feeling sorry for himself. I guess that's what working for a movie star will do for a boy."

"Specially when the movie star is as crazy about the kid as Grady is. I'm surprised he don't adopt him," Randy said."

"Oh, he wanted to, Mario told me, until they realized what the tabloid press would have made of it. They would have been all over Brian and the guys couldn't subject him to that. All he wants to be is one of the boys."

While they spoke Randy was poking round in the chest of drawers. "Let's see what he's put in here ... hmm ... polos, T-shirts, tank tops. Uh-uh, what's this? This is a mistake. Randy held up a limp, threadbare tank top that obviously hadn't been washed. "This is one of Grady's – stinks of sweat and stained with dry cum. The kid meant to throw it in the laundry."

Bob chuckled. "No he didn't. Remember how he told us he and the boys love men's cast off torn shirts? He put that there deliberately, we were meant to find it. I think he intended it for you. Put it on."

Grudgingly Randy pulled it on and Bob gasped. "Shit, that kid has more imagination than we thought."

Grady liked loose tank tops, and this one was fairly lose even over Randy's muscled chest. Dirty and with a tear at one shoulder it looked just like the sweaty tank Randy always wore on the construction site.

Bob's cock was fully erect as he stared at the dark gypsy with his long black hair and heavily stubbled jaw, naked except for the torn tank, his massive cock hanging beneath it swinging between his thighs. "Oh shit, Randy, you look so fucking beautiful like that, exactly how I like you best. Look in the mirror."

Unlike the narcissistic Jason, Randy had no vanity about his own looks but even he smiled when he saw himself. "Yeah, I guess it does look pretty hot at that. Hey, maybe I should just jack off looking at myself like Jason does."

"Don't you dare, or I'll tie you to the bed so you can't touch your dick and I'll jerk off all over you." Bob came close and ran his hands over the thin tank, feeling his pecs flex underneath. Then he squeezed his nipples hard through the shirt.

But Randy didn't wince even slightly, he just smiled. "Takes a lot more than that to make me flinch, buddy. Just ask Miguel. Couldn't break me even by whipping my body. He had to fuck the cum out of me."

"Hmm," Bob grinned and gave Randy a light shove so he fell on his back on the bed. "Amazing," Bob sighed. "Fucking beautiful." He turned back to the chest of drawers and said, "Look, when you pulled that tank out the drawer this came out with it. Brian must have folded them together."

He held up another tank top, but this one was brand new – a classic white, ribbed tank. "I guess Brian intended this for me. Let's see..." He pulled it on and smoothed it down over his chest and abs."

"Son-of-a-bitch," Randy groaned, "that looks fucking incredible, man."

He stared in disbelief at the dazzling sight of Bob wearing only a tank top that clung to his torso, accentuating his broad shoulders and muscular arms, the slabs of his pecs and his washboard abs etched under the ribbed cotton. The bottom edge ended just above his tangled black pubic hair, from which his iron-hard dick stood out like a pole. The gleaming white contrasted with his tanned, chiseled features – square lantern jaw, prominent cheekbones, and deep-set brown eyes, his tousled black hair falling over his high forehead.

"Fucking hell, that looks even more gorgeous than you do buck naked, man." Randy reached up and grabbed the bed posts hard, stopping himself from touching his cock, knowing that he would cum instantly just looking at his spectacular lover. There was another impulse too that he had to fight against.

"Bob, you remember how Zack says that when he sees something so beautiful that it hurts, he has an urge to dominate it, hurt it ... to own it. I know what he means. I am this close to grabbing you, tying you up, gut-punching you and fucking your ass until I own you as my slave."

Bob stood at the foot of the bed and smiled down at him, aware of the effect he was having on the rugged gypsy who was holding the bedposts with a white-knuckle grip. Bob understood the impulse Randy described, a visceral, painful need to dominate a beautiful man where the only alternatives were to worship him or enslave him.

"Randy, I am already your slave ... and you're mine. That's the way we are, buddy. Like you, I'm an alpha male, and I had the same dominant impulse as you when I saw you come back here after you had tamed Jason. With that arrogant strut of yours you looked pornographic, stripped to the waist with your shirt slung over your shoulder. Of course you said you were gonna fuck my ass ... but I had other ideas. Just as I do now."

Bob knelt on the bed between Randy's legs and leaned forward. "Randy, in a little while we're gonna be down in Grady's theater watching the movie Darius made of you and Miguel, where the leatherman tied you to a tree and whipped you with his belt. And that will make me and everyone else there cream our pants, but I don't wanna cum looking at you on the screen. I want you all to myself – like you are now."

Randy stared up at his lover. "Are you saying you wanna tie me up and thrash me with your belt?"

"No, Randy. That's not my style, you know that. I don't need a whip to make you submit to me. I've got another way – though it does mean tying you up. But unlike you, I'm not gonna force you – I couldn't even if I wanted you. Like I said, I have other methods – such as simply asking you. Randy, I really want to tie you to the bed. Will you let me?"

Randy stared up at the gentle brown eyes. He reached up and touched his face, then ran his hands down his neck, over his sold shoulders and arms, then pressed his palms on the white cotton tank, feeling his pecs flex underneath. Tears came to his eyes as he said, "Man, you know I can never say no to you. I'm so fucking in love with you and yeah, you're right, we are slaves to each other. Bob, you can do whatever you want to me. I need you, man."

Bob smiled and reached for the wrist restraints Brian had left on the bed. He buckled them round Randy's wrists and, meeting no opposition from his compliant lover, roped each wrist to one of the corner bedposts. He looked down at the swarthy construction boss and pulled lightly on the old sweaty tank he was wearing, then rubbed it loosely over Randy's chest.

"Young Brian sure has an eye for what looks hot. Every time I see you come home from work in a tank like this I wanna rip it right off you."

"You do that now, buddy, and I'll bust a fucking load so big it'll drown us both."

"No," Bob smiled, "that's not gonna happen yet. I want to see you suffer first, big guy." He reached to the side table for the jar of lube Brian had left open there."

"I don't need that, man, you know that."

"Oh yes you do, Randy, for what I have in mind."

"Brutal fuck, eh?" Randy grinned.

"Randy, stop second-guessing me. Face it, I'm in charge now. I can do whatever I want."

He lubed his cock, then raised up one of Randy's legs and hooked it over his shoulder. "That looks real hot, big guy. A lion to the slaughter."

Randy expected to feel Bob's cock drive in his ass like a battering ram, but the well-lubed cock entered so gently that he was aware of it only when it was halfway in his ass. Having braced for an attack this could have been disappointing, but as he looked up at the muscle-god in the white tank and felt his cock slide slowly inside him he felt his body come alive and he sighed deeply. "Aaaah ... shit, man ... fuck that feels ... damn it feels good."

Bob pulled back and eased his cock in again, the start of a slow, gentle fuck that tenderly massaged the membrane of the gypsy's ass. Randy's head rolled from side to side as he moaned in ecstasy, and every time he looked up at Bob his cock shuddered. "Man, I gotta cum. Touch my cock and make me cum, then you can go on fucking me."

"Randy ... shut up. I told you I'm in control now."

"But I need to cum so bad, ever since I shoved you against the wall and ripped your clothes off."

"I know you do, Randy. But you've always told me that if you want to make a man suffer you gotta know his weakness. Well, needing to cum, that's your weakness right now, Randy – and I do wanna make you suffer."

He let the thought hand there, then asked, "Ever heard of edging? Darius tells me it's a word used in porn shoots where a guy is brought right to the edge of orgasm but then denied it. And it happens over and over again. And that's what's gonna happen to you, big guy. `Cos you're at my mercy."

As the truth dawned Randy pulled hard on the ropes binding his wrists but Bob laughed, "Save your strength, dude. It's you taught me how to knot ropes – I learned from the best. You ain't going nowhere till I've finished with you."

"Fuck you, man," Randy growled. "I never said you could ..."

"I said shut up, Randy." Bob's voice had an edge to it now. "This is my show. The only thing you can do is accept me as the master."

Randy slumped in surrender to the stunning man leaning over him. The big gypsy could endure any physical pain, and often had, but this was sexual and psychological torture from the man he loved. He had never felt more like a slave than he did now. And a part of him craved it.

Bob was speeding up the fuck, sinking his cock deeper and deeper into his ass, making him writhe in ecstasy. Randy was mesmerized by the beauty of the man staring down at him, and the sensation of his cock driving deep inside him. His breathing got heavy, his heart pounded and he groaned, "Yeah, fuck yeah. That feels so fucking good. Fuck me, man ... make me cum ... yeah, that's it ... I'm real close ... fuck, I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum ... aaagh!"

But it was a cry not of ecstasy but of frustration as Bob suddenly pulled out and Randy's climax faded. "Fuck you, asshole ... don't do this to me ... I need to blow my fucking load."

"All in good time, Randy," Bob smiled, then leaned down and kissed him – not the ravenous kiss of raw lust when they came in, but a tender embrace where Bob licked Randy's lips, then separated them with his tongue and pressed their mouths lightly together. Randy's automatic response was to raise his head and push harder, but as he did so Bob pulled back and Randy was denied his hungry kiss, just as he had been denied his orgasm.

"Shit, man, I ..." But Randy's voice died as he saw the determined look in Bob's eyes.

"Randy, do you want me to fuck you, or not?"

"Yeah, I do, man. Please ... I need it so bad."

And so it began again, the slow gentle massage of Randy's ass, accelerating into a driving fuck that drove Randy to the precipice of his climax ... only to stop at the last second and leave the bound gypsy seething with frustration. Bob knew Randy so well that his timing was impeccable, sometimes even allowing a few spurts of semen to escape before pulling out his cock.

Time after time Randy's orgasm was denied or only partial, and he writhed on the bed, pulling frantically at his restraints, desperate to get free and touch his own cock, his balls aching as his semen built to an explosive climax that was denied again and again. So many times his eyes opened wide and he gasped, "I'm gonna ... I'm gonna cum ... yeah, here it comes ... aaagh ... Fuck you man. Fuck you," as Bob's dick suddenly pulled out, and he went limp with exhaustion.

It was even worse when Bob bent down and licked Randy's cock, touching the tip with his tongue, tasting the pre-cum that oozed from it, sucking it out in a fine gossamer thread. He licked the head gently, then the ultra-sensitive corona at the base of the head, making Randy writhe in ecstasy and agony, moaning, begging, right to the point of eruption, when Bob abruptly pulled his head back, knelt straight up and eased his cock slowly back in his ass.

Driven wild, Randy stared up at him with tears running down his cheeks. What made it even more painful was the homoerotic sight of the handsome muscle-stud in the white tank top leaning over him, playing with him, teasing him ... torturing him.

This was the man he loved, worshipped, the man who made him shoot massive loads every night when they were in bed, the man he pictured as he masturbated in the privacy of his trailer office on the construction site. And now that man was fucking him ... and he couldn't cum.

"I can't fucking cum," he howled as he felt Bob's cock enter him again. "Please, man, I can't take this anymore ... you're driving me insane ... I gotta cum, please man, I'm begging you."

"Not just yet, Randy. You have to cross another threshold. Remember when Miguel tied you up and whipped you so hard that in the end you stopped fighting the pain and came to embrace it, to love it? The pain itself turned you on so much that it became ecstatic and that's what caused your massive orgasm.

"You think this is torture, Randy, but it's not. It's not torture for me and I have the same feeling of denied orgasm each time, but I embrace it, I love it. And so will you. Look at me, my body, my face, then look into my eyes.

"Good, now relax and come with me into a world where frustration becomes the real source of pleasure." Bob's voice was mesmerizing. "You feel my cock entering you again? You feel it sliding deep in your ass. You love it, don't you? Your lover's cock feels so good it's gonna make you cum ... you feel your balls bursting, you feel your juice racing up you're cock? You're gonna cum ... you're gonna cum ..."

Then "No!" Bob pulled out suddenly and said, "It hurts, right? The frustration, the jizz swelling in your cock, the craving for release ... it's a feeling like no other, Randy, and you love it ... it's incredible ... you love it, don't you buddy."

"Yeaah ... yeaah" Randy's head thrashed form side to side and he howled, "I love it ... I fucking love it ... man, you're the best ... do it again ... please, man, hurt me, let me feel it."

So once again the tension built, Randy's cock shuddered, and once again he felt the exhilaration of sexual frustration, the feeling that his cock was about to explode in a massive orgasm that never came.

Randy had crossed the pain threshold, had embraced the helplessness of denied orgasm, and Bob knew he was near his limit. "Randy, remember how you came to love the lash of the whip, loved the pain so much that you lost all control, begged for more ... and felt your cock erupt at last in a stream of pent-up jizz. That's the pinnacle of sexual rapture ... and you're gonna feel it again – now."

Bob bent down and kissed him, hungrily this time, then pulled back and pounded his ass harder than ever. And one last time he brought him to the cusp of orgasm and pulled out. "Aaagh!" Randy screamed.

"Feel it, Randy. The ecstasy of frustration. Feel that pent-up juice straining for release. You're alive, man. You're alive."

"Oh yeah, I love it, man ... I fucking love it ... shit, it's never felt like this. Aaagh ... aaagh ... it hurts so bad it's gonna make me ... yeah, fuck ... fuck ...fuuuck!" And at long last his cock erupted in one of the most explosive orgasms he had ever experienced, with jizz pumping out over the tank, his chest, shoulders, neck and face.

"Wild-eyed he gazed up at Bob whose muscles rippled under his white tank as he pounded his own cock. "You have never looked sexier than you do now, Randy. Fuck you're beautiful, so fucking hot, tied up, smothered in your own jizz. Here it comes, stud ... yeah ... yeaaah! "

As Bob blasted semen all over him Randy howled with a passion so intense that he was hardly aware of his second orgasm erupting from his cock and soaking his tank that clung wet to his heaving chest.

They stared at each other in disbelief for several seconds until Bob fell on top of the rugged gypsy and their bodies ground together, sliding over their cum-soaked tank tops. Randy's breath came in sobs as he moaned, "Man, that was ... oh shit, man, I love you. I need you so bad ... don't ever leave me ... please."

"Randy, you know I couldn't ever leave you. Like I said, I'm your slave and you're mine – and we always will be. Now relax, buddy, and be still for a while."

There followed minutes of silence, interrupted suddenly by a soft thud and "Oops." They looked across the room and saw ... Darius with his camera. "Sorry, sirs, I dropped my light meter."

"What the fuck ...?" said a startled Bob.

"Sir, I can explain ..."

"No, Bob, it's all my fault," came Mario's voice from the doorway where he stood with Grady.

"No, it's mine," Grady said. "It was my idea to come and ... and check on you guys and to bring Darius with us." He grinned sheepishly, "You know I always travel with a photographer."

"Signori," Mario cut in, "this was such a bad idea, I knew it would be – such a gross invasion of privacy. We will leave right away."

Bob stood up and smiled, "Oh, there's no need to apologize, Mario. Did you guys watch everything? Darius, did you get it all on camera?"

"Pretty much, sir. You guys were too, er, engrossed to hear us come in. It was spectacular, sir."

"Darius," Mario insisted, "come away now. We have intruded long enough ..."

"No, you don't have to leave like that, guys," Bob said. "It's your house after all."

"No, I insist, Bob. We have to go ..."

"The man said stay, so you'll stay," came a deep voice from the bed. Bob stood aside and they all gazed in awe at the gypsy construction boss still tied to the bed, his sweaty, cum-soaked tank clinging to his muscular torso.

With no embarrassment or inhibitions he barked, "Come here, man." Mario came and stood at the foot of the bed. "You saw what happened here. My man here was fucking spectacular – he drove me wild and I'm still fucking stoked. I may have spilled my juice but I'm still juiced up, and you look fucking gorgeous, you Italian stud. Take your clothes off."

Startled, Mario looked round at the others. Bob shrugged with a `better-do-what-he-says' grin. Grady nodded with the excitement of a mischievous boy, and Darius raised his camera and flashed his gleaming smile. So Mario did as instructed – he unbuttoned his linen shirt, shrugged it off, then untied the string of his loose pants, let them drop and stepped elegantly out of them.

"Damn, you are fucking gorgeous, man, and your cock's as hard as a rock. According to Grady you're a great fuck but I don't see why he should have all the fun, even if you are Tarzan's mate. Come on, stud ... fuck me."

Mario looked at Grady, saw his eager expression, and said, "Molto bene, signore, it shall be as you wish." He knelt on the bed pushed Randy's legs up and pressed the head of his cock against his ass. "You look ... spettacolare, Randy, and that tank looks better on you even than it does on Grady."

"I said fuck me, man," Randy growled.

Mario smiled. "In my country a host must give to a guest whatever he asks for, and you, signore, have asked for this." Mario pushed his cock decisively and deeply into Randy's ass, then pulled back and plunged it in again, energized by the sight of the muscular gypsy flexing his muscles and pulling against his bound wrists.

"Randy, you are so sexy you should be in a porn movie." Darius coughed in the background and Mario chuckled, "Oh, I forgot, you already are."

Randy gazed up at the sexy Italian, with his flawless physique, his dark Mediterranean looks and curly black hair. "Fuck, you're beautiful. You come across so damn classy but to me you're a gorgeous hunk a' man. Dammit, I'm so stoked ... fuck me good, man."

Mario's dark eyes bored into Randy's and he did what he asked – fucked him good. It wasn't fierce, nor was it teasing as Bob had been. Mario was making love to Randy's ass and to his eyes ... and it didn't take long before he was saying, "I am very close, Randy. I cannot be as clever as Bob was, but there is one thing I would like to see."

As he fucked steadily Mario wrapped his hand round Randy's cock and stroked it. "I saw you shoot such a torrent of cum with Bob that you are no doubt drained dry, but ..."

"Buddy, fuck my ass and pound my cock and I'll show you how fucking dry I am. Yeah, that's it. A guy who looks and fucks like you do ... you can make any man bust his nuts – especially me. Here it comes, buddy. Fuck you're gorgeous ... cum in my ass, man, yeah, fuck yeah... aaah."

"Bellissimo," Mario shouted as he felt Randy cock swell in his fist, his own cock pulsed in his ass and they came at exactly the same moment.

"Hey what about me," came the shout from Grady. "I'm supposed to be the action man around here. I'm Tarzan, dammit, and Tarzan always gets his man."

"Nah, that's enough," Randy panted. "I'm done."

"You may be done, big guy, but you're also tied to the bed. Take a look at this, bossman." Grady pulled off his shirt, dropped his shorts, and spread his arms "Ta-da!" He had been wearing his Tarzan loincloth underneath and, as millions of filmgoers could attest, he looked magnificent. "Thought this might come in useful," he grinned. "Brace yourself, man, you are gonna get fucked by the jungle man."

Mario quickly got off the bed and Grady took his place. "Asshole," Randy growled, "you are gonna pay for this."

"Randy, I pay my dues every morning when you butt-fuck me at the end of our gym workouts. You can't grudge me a turn at your ass once in a while." He grinned playfully. "Especially when you're tied up and have already been fucked by my buddies." Grady flexed his muscles, then then cupped his hands round his mouth and delivered his iconic Tarzan yell.

"That usually scares the bejesus out of them however tough they are. OK, stud, I know you don't scare easy, but you're gonna get fucked anyway." Grady did as Mario had done, pushed Randy's legs back and plunged his long dick in his ass.

As Randy groaned Grady said, "Shit, every morning in the gym when I look up at the big tough trainer fucking me I fantasize on payback time – and this is it. Only thing is, you are so fucking gorgeous and your ass is so damn hot, I won't last long. Hell, I could cum right away but I wanna make you cum too. I know you've already cum a gazillion times already but ... hey you guys, give me a hand here ... or a mouth maybe."

Grady's spirit of fun was so infectious that Bob and Mario smiled at each other and Bob said, "OK, Mario, which end do you want? Your choice."

"Grazie tanti, amico, I think I will take this." He knelt beside the bed, bent forward and took Randy's cock in his mouth, while Bob knelt by Randy's head and looked down at him. "I love you so much, Randy. But I bet you can't cum again."

"Asshole," Randy growled. "You know I always rise to a challenge."

Bob bent lower and kissed him, gently at first but then harder, more passionately, as Grady fucked harder and Mario sucked faster. Grady reached down, grabbed the jizz-soaked tank and ripped it clear off. He waved it in the air like a trophy and yelled, "Let's do it guys. Let's squeeze the last drop of jizz out of the big bossman. That's it, men. Shit, I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum ..." yeaahh!" His body tensed, he waved the ripped shirt triumphantly in the air and his cock erupted deep inside the gypsy's ass.

After a moment's silence Grady reached down, grabbed Mario's hair and pulled his face off Randy's cock. "Did he do it, dude? Did he?" Mario smiled and semen flowed from the corners of his mouth. He stood up and kissed Grady, sharing Randy's juice with him.

When they separated Darius stepped up and said, "Guys, I need a closing shot – just Grady and Randy. Bob and Mario pulled away and Darius got a two-shot of the exhausted gypsy tied to the bed, and Tarzan with his cock sticking out of his loincloth and buried in the captive's ass. With cinematic flair Grady pumped his fist in the air, holding the shredded remains of the shirt, cupped his other hand round his mouth and gave another wild Tarzan yell.

Darius yelled, "Cut! Thanks, guys, you were brilliant. And that is definitely a wrap."

Bob quickly released Randy and he sat up rubbing his wrists as Darius said, "Gentlemen, I gotta go edit this footage real fast and then ... it's movie-time, guys."

In the hallway Darius bumped into Brian who asked, "Is it safe to go in, Darius?"

"Sure thing, kiddo. Those guys are pumped dry."

Brian wheeled into the room to an enthusiastic greeting from all four men. Bob flashed a grateful smile. "Brian, thank you for setting up the room the way you did."

"Did you find everything you need, sir?" Brian asked with a gleam in his eye.

"Everything. And it was a great touch to include those tank-tops. How did you decide that?"

"Just a lucky guess, sir," Brian smiled.

"A little more than a guess, I think, Brian," Mario chuckled. "And thanks for the suggestion that we bring Darius up here with us. He got it all."

"So you're the guy we have to thank for these guys crashing our party, eh boy?" Randy said.

Startled by the boss's gruff voice Brian said, "I'm sorry, sir. When you came up here with Bob I had a feeling that it would be one for the archives, as Darius says. I'm very sorry if ..."

"Hey, no sweat, kiddo. You done real good." Randy pulled Brian out of his wheelchair and hugged him. "You know, if you weren't Grady's boy I snap you up for myself." He kissed him, sat him back down and ruffled his hair.

"Thank you sir. Er, the reason I came up here was to tell you that the movie is almost ready and the guys are starting to take their seats in the theater downstairs." He looked around at the four naked men. "Er, will you be dressing before you come down, sirs?"

"There's a dress code?" Grady asked in mock surprise. "You think four naked guys might not be allowed in?" He grinned, "Just kidding, Brian." He bent down and whispered in his ear, "You did a great job as always, kiddo, and I want you to sit next to me at the movie `cos I've got a present for you later. OK, guys, seems this event is not clothing optional so let's get dressed and get the show on the road."

When, a few minutes later, the four men walked into the spacious theater they were greeted by cheers, whistles and more than a few off-color jokes. Of course, when Darius had come downstairs he had been mobbed by inquisitive boys and word had sped round the group about what had gone on in the guestroom. The expectant buzz in the room was increased by their knowing that it had all been caught on film that they were about to see.

They took their seats and Darius – as cameraman, producer, director and editor of the movie – now also assumed the role of master of ceremonies and took the stage, playing it to the hilt. "Gentlemen, it is still only afternoon and already today has been jam-packed and fun-filled. And I am proud to say that yours truly got all the hard-core action on film." He took a self-congratulatory bow that was greeted with shouts of, "Get on with it, man" ... "stop milking it," ... "cut to the chase, dude ..."

He waved for silence. "All in good time. But I would be, er, bemiss ..." he looked uncertainly at Zack in the front row who hissed "remiss." "Yeah, I would be remiss if I didn't thank our hosts, Mario and Grady, and also our stars – Randy and Miguel in the first film, and in the supporting feature Bob, Randy, Grady and Mario. And a special thanks to Brian who was the, er, set decorator and prop man for the second film."

The junior boys whooped and hollered at Brian's name, and he blushed deeply as Grady leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. The noise level was rising to an uncontrollable level, so Darius shouted, "Sounds like the natives are getting restless so without more ado we present: The Grady House – Morning', followed by The Grady House – Afternoon.' Aaand Action!"

As the houselights went down and the film started the noise decreased to an awed silence. Darius had captured it all, from the first handshake of Randy and Miguel, to Miguel tying Randy to a tree, whipping him, grabbing his balls and fucking him. The audience watched in awed silence as their leader stoically endured the abuse, then suddenly turned the tables, roped Miguel and fucked him. By the time Randy was tied again and fucked into orgasm the crowd was on its feet cheering ... and there wasn't a limp dick in the house.

The lights came up and Darius said, "Gentlemen, give it up for our stars ... Randy and Miguel." The men stood briefly amid thunderous applause, then Darius said. "There will now be a short intermission before our second feature that, believe it or not, took place half an hour ago upstairs in this very house."

Darius realized that by this time he had lost his audience to the drinks and refreshments on tables around the room, and the general hubbub of excited voices. They broke into small groups, lounging in the comfortable armchair theater seating, eating and drinking, and speculating about Darius's `second feature.'

Throughout the afternoon Jason, the handsome young fireman, had stayed close to his boy Ben. Randy had earlier confronted Jason about his attachment to the mirror rather than his boy, and the issue of Jason's narcissism had been temporarily resolved. But it was acknowledged that the problem was potentially harmful to his relationship with Ben as it was an obsession that would most likely recur and needed professional help.

As it happened, Jason and Ben were sitting next to Doctor Steve and his lover Lloyd. Randy had already strongly suggested that Jason should have a therapy session with Steve, the tribe's shrink, and Steve took this opportunity, during a lull in the proceedings, to broach the subject with Jason and Ben.

"Er, I don't wanna mix business with pleasure here, guys, but I wondered if you had given any more thought to the possibility of consulting me professionally."

"You mean a shrink session, doc?" Jason said. "Yeah sure, I'm all for that. Anything that would help Ben and me avoid any more problems like we've been having. Do you want us to come up to your house?"

"Well, there is another possibility. You know Mario has said that he and Grady would like to extend this party through the weekend, and have invited anyone to stay the night who wants to."

"Yeah, doc, me and Ben are staying, like most of the guys. Are you two?"

"We are, and I thought that would give us time, maybe tomorrow morning, to meet so we can sort through some of the issues – you know, vanity, voyeurism, self-love, that kind of thing." Steve grinned. "As you know my methods are notoriously unorthodox, but I think I can work something out. We may even recruit Lloyd here to give us a hand. How about it?"

Jason looked questioningly at Ben whose eyes sparkled. Steve, like Randy, was Ben's brother and Ben had always wanted to get closer to him – in addition to finding him hugely sexy. "I'm all for it, sir, if you are."

They had no more time to discuss it as Darius was on his feet again announcing the second feature. "Gentlemen, many of you know the term edging', where one guy torments another by bringing him to the edge of his climax, only to pull back at the last minute. It's also known as climax denied'." Well, this next video is the hottest example of it I have ever seen." He preened, "I myself am an expert in the art, with my ten-inch schlong and all, and though I say it myself ..."

"No more," Randy boomed, voicing the opinion of most of them. "Let's see the fucking film."

"Okey-dokey," Darius grinned. "Our leader speaks."

The next film featured the two sexy, much-loved leaders of the tribe and it stunned them as much as the first, though in a different way. This time there was no real physical pain, no whips, only the agonizing frustration of the tribe's gypsy boss tied to the bed, coming to the brink of orgasm so many times. He begged Bob for release but gradually learned to love the sensation of near-climax, and finally Bob brought him to an explosive orgasm.

It seemed that the film was over, but then Mario and Grady appeared, and Randy, his testosterone racing, endured another serial fuck from his two handsome hosts, ending in the ear shattering sound of the triumphant Tarzan yell that drowned out even the lusty cheers of the audience and their standing ovation.

In all the noise Grady leaned over to Brian and handed him a mass of damp cloth. "Here's the present I brought you, kiddo. These are the two tank tops you left out for Randy and Bob. They're pretty ripped and messed up with jizz now, but I think that's the way you like them."

Brian's eyes sparkled. "Thank you, sir. That's awesome. Wait till the other guys see them!"

Then Grady leapt to his feet and said, "Friends, I have been upstaged. You all know I am supposed to be the big movie star around here, but we have all just witnessed, in both films, the biggest star of them all ... our leader, Bob's lover, and my trainer – Randy."

Amid deafening cheers Randy stood up and Grady hugged him. Randy growled in his ear, "Fuck you, jungle man. Monday morning after our gym workout it's payback time, and Tarzan's ass is gonna get so fucking fucked. And that will be one for the archives."

Grady flashed his dazzling smile. "I was so hoping you would say that, Randy. Bring it on."

The crowd made moves to disperse but suddenly Darius once again jumped on the stage and shouted, "But wait, there's more!" They stopped and regained their seats. "No movie program in this house would be complete without a live performance on stage after the film. And for that I am joined by the leather-master you all love to fear – my man Zack."

Zack got up beside Darius and put his arm over his shoulder. They made a stunning pair, two beautiful black men in leather pants, boots and black tank tops.

"Guys," Zack said, "you haven't heard much from me while all this action was going on – but that's about to change. See, Randy and me are real good buddies who go back a long way. One of us gets hurt, the other takes revenge. You also know that Darius and I have recently welcomed a new ultra-hot alpha male into our home. Come on up, Miguel."

The muscular Hispanic, in jeans, black leather chaps and a sleeveless denim shirt, joined them and Zack faced him. "So, buddy, here's my dilemma. It wasn't easy for me to watch my friend Randy on screen getting tied up, gut punched, whipped and fucked. Like I said, one of us gets hurt, the other takes revenge."

Zack frowned. "But see, here's my problem. The guy who did that to my good buddy ... he's my other good buddy ... a real alpha-male hunk ... you, man. You have to pay for what you did, but what's one leather-master to do to another one?"

"Take his best shot, I'd say," grinned Miguel.

Zack turned to his boy. "What about you, Darius? You got any ideas?"

"Me? Hey, they don't call me the King of Fantasy for nothing. I'm all for audience participation shows, too, and we've got a hot group right here who have all been straining to bust their nuts."

"I like your thinking, boy," Zack grinned. "So what are we waiting for?"

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 392

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