A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 472 By Rob Williams
Chapter 472 – "RANDY BREAKS ALL THE RULES"
IN THIS CHAPTER:
Suffering from work stress and burnout the tribe's handsome co-leader Bob retreats to the seclusion of the Grady House to recover, with young Will as his assistant. In an erotic role reversal Will says, "Damn, Superman's my prisoner and I'm gonna fuck him." Then the macho gypsy Randy, defying all the rules, breaks into the house and wakes his sleeping lover. "I had to come, Bob. I missed you so bad." ___________________________________________________________________
IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER
Bob, the co-leader of the tribe with the face and body of Superman, was normally rock-solid physically and mentally. But now he was close to a psychological meltdown. The pressure of work had overwhelmed him.
"The stress has finally got to him," said Jamie, the tribe's young office manager. "Bob's been working long hours at his own job, plus supervising the Construction Company finances and the general management of the tribe. Everyone looks to him for guidance and he's had to fight a lot of fires lately. It all falls on Bob's shoulders and he's starting to crack up under the strain."
The twins, Bob's boys, agreed. "Bob's different somehow ... snapping at everyone, even us, and he's never said an unkind word to us in the past. He's just not the Bob we know and love."
The blowup came when Bob's lover Randy decided that a good fuck would solve Bob's problems, an idea that backfired dramatically. Bob struggled and resisted but finally yielded to the dark gypsy's sexual magnetism in a forced hands-free climax.
That led to the first of several panic attacks and he sought help from the tribe's shrink Dr. Steve who said, "It's a textbook case of burnout, Bob. You need to take a break, and by that I mean a complete break. You have to get away from all the triggers that bring on the anxiety.
"You need to go somewhere you can be private, pampered, with no connection to work or the tribe for a while. Actually I have just the place in mind, where nobody can get at you ... except maybe one person I would nominate as your personal assistant assigned only to you."
"And I suppose you have that person in mind too, doc."
"As a matter of fact I do, Bob. But the healing will take time. You'll still get that bleak, empty feeling sometimes, even more panic attacks. But with a break from work and the tribe, and loving care of a discreet assistant, I guarantee you'll eventually be back to your old self."
The answer was the Grady House, the sprawling home of the movie star Grady and his Italian lover Mario. Because of Grady's international stardom playing Tarzan in a blockbuster movie franchise, the house had heavy security and was perfect as a retreat for Bob. And the assistant Steve chose was Will, the twins' freckle-faced redheaded boy.
When Will first arrived a panicked Bob rudely rejected him. But, moved by the boy's sweet nature and `the wisdom of innocence' as Bob called it, he soon embraced Will. All the tension of the last weeks overflowed and he sobbed as he held onto Will like a lifebelt.
He stammered disjointedly, "I ... I'm sorry, Will, for shouting at you like that. I'm sorry for the boys ... Eddie, Brandon and all the boys I ... did you know I made Brandon cry? I'm sorry for Randy and Mark and ... I used to love them but something happened and ... I don't think I do anymore. I don't think I can. I've forgotten how to love, Will."
"That's why I'm here, sir, to help you and love you."
It was a catharsis for Bob who, in a desperate need for love and affection, ended up making love to the overjoyed Will. Afterwards Bob asked, "So you're to stay here in the Grady House?"
"Yes, sir, I'm to be your personal assistant. I'll take care of you, cook your favorite meals, give you whatever you want, sir. I think I'll be good at that."
Bob smiled, "I'm absolutely sure you will, kiddo. And I have a favor to ask. Would you mind sharing my bed tonight?" Thrilled by the suggestion Will eagerly agreed.
"I need to ask you another favor too. I'll give you a list of the few clothes and stuff I need from the house so could you run down there and pick them up for me? Also, I'm gonna write a note for you to give to Randy. Ask him to read it to all the other guys at dinner tonight."
Later that evening, the whole tribe gathered for dinner at the tribe's compound and Randy said, "Er, listen up guys. Bob has sent me a note that he asked me to read to all of you. Here goes.
"Hi, guys. As most of you know from the grapevine I've been having a few problems lately and I won't be with you for a week or so. Doc Steve has prescribed a temporary break from work and the house routine, so I'm staying quietly up at the Grady House with Will who's gonna take care of me. He's already teaching me how to love again.
"You all know I've been a bear these last few weeks and I want to apologize for that, especially to the boys I was so mean to – Brandon, Eddie, Finn, Nate and to everyone else I flared up at. I am ashamed of the way I behaved to you guys, `cos I love you all so much, you're my family. Try to forgive me, and I know you will all pull together to keep things running in my absence."
"And to you, Randy, I owe the biggest apology. I was cruel and insulted you, saying things I didn't mean. I hope you know, buddy, that I would never willingly hurt you `cos I love you – you are the love of my life. I hope you can forgive me, and when I come home I'll make it up to you, dude, that's a promise. I love you, man.
"Be loving to each other while I'm gone, as I love you all and always will. Your old pal, Bob."
There were cheers from the group as Randy wiped the back of his hand across his tear-stained face. "So you heard what Bob said, guys. He wants us to pull together and keep everything running as always. I want this place to be looking perfect when he comes home ... `cos he's the boss, and our friend and ... and the man I love."
********************* CHAPTER 472 *********************
THE SHRINK CHECKS IN
While Bob waited for Will to come back to the Grady House he had that sense of loneliness again, of being disconnected from the world. Luckily, another lapse into an anxiety attack was forestalled by the ring of his cell phone. He looked at the screen and smiled. "Hi, Steve?"
"Hey Bob. Just doing due diligence as your shrink, checking to make sure you've settled into your hideaway OK. How'd you like my choice of assistant eh?"
"You son of a bitch, doc," Bob smiled. "You always seem to know exactly the right thing to do."
"Oh not always. Often when I suggest a remedy to patients I cross my fingers and hope it works. It's like flinging ideas at the wall to see what sticks. But I'm glad Will is working out."
"Working out?" Bob chuckled. "Would it surprise you to know we already made love?"
"Not really, Bob, nothing surprises me in this game. But I was hoping something like that would happen. Love is what you need right now, buddy."
"So I discovered. I was having another meltdown ... picked up the phone about to tell you I wanted to leave, when in walked Will. Steve, the kid is amazing, so simple and clear-headed. He hasn't learned yet how to be complicated. It's what I call the wisdom of innocence."
"That's what I always see in the kid, Bob. I always wish I could go back to being like that. But here I am – seen a lot, done a lot, and fucked up as hell."
"Not too fucked up to help me out, doc. I sent Will down to the house to pick up some stuff for me and give a note to Randy for him to read to the guys. I'm waiting for him to come back, and you know what? I miss the kid already."
"Good, that's a good sign, Bob. And I'd like to keep it like that. Ideally I'd prefer you to be incommunicado – no phone, definitely no laptop. If you talk to the guys it will only remind you of the things you're missing, the stuff you should be doing, and trigger the bad shit. Your only lines of communication should be through me or Will. Let him answer the phone for you. He'll be a kind of gatekeeper – he's a smart enough kid for that. And let him pamper you."
"We're having dinner in my room, just him and me. And I've asked him to sleep with me tonight."
"And the kid's thrilled I bet. Who wouldn't be? Hell, I should have nominated myself as your caregiver. Holed up with Superman for a week? Sounds perfect. Before I get too jealous of Will I should go. Don't forget, call me if you need to buddy, night or day."
Bob thanked Steve profusely and hung up, feeling a lot better. As he looked round the large, luxurious guestroom he caught sight of Will's backpack that he had dropped on the floor when he first came in. It was small, simple, inexpensive, probably containing not much more than his green apron and chef's hat that he took everywhere. It was as unassuming as its owner.
Bob's eye misted over. God, he missed the kid, and those wide eyes blinking behind his glasses on his freckled face.
ROLE REVERSALS
It wasn't long before Will came in with a backpack full of clothes for Bob. Bob noticed a newly confident bounce to Will's step, reinforced by his take-charge manner as he spoke.
"Here are your clothes, sir. The twins had it already packed, they knew what you would want. And soon I'll make a start on dinner. I wrote down a suggested menu for your approval, sir."
"Thank you, William. I know whatever you cook will be perfect as always. But listen, there's something I want to say. I love the prospect of having you with me while I'm here, but I don't want to cramp your lifestyle and take you away from all your friends, isolated up here with me."
"Sir," Will said assertively, "There is no place I would rather be than with you. Well," he grinned, "except maybe in bed with the twins, but I'll get plenty of that later on. I was told to take care of you and give you whatever you need. But I didn't come because I was told to, sir, I came because I wanted to."
"Thank you William. Doc Steve said I won't be out of the woods for a while – maybe more depression and anxiety attacks – so I'm gonna need plenty of hugs."
Will beamed. "No problem there, sir. But when I do stuff for you I don't wanna come on too strong ... you know smother you and drive you crazy. You will tell me if I do that, won't you?"
"Of course, Will. But there's not much chance of that. If I'm gonna be killed with kindness I can't think of a nicer killer than you."
Will giggled. "I should be getting down to the kitchen now, sir. You know there are two in the Grady House. The large one where Danny rules and a small one they use for overflow when there's a big party here. Danny has turned over the small kitchen to me, which means I won't get in his way while I'm cooking for you."
Bob suddenly had a vision of being left alone again, and he asked, "Can I come with you, William? Maybe help you cook?"
Will frowned uncertainly. "Well ... thing is sir, in my kitchen I'm always the boss."
"I know, Will, and that's fine. I'll be good and obey your instructions. Give me a shot at the job."
"Well OK, sir. But you'll have to wear an apron and chef's hat like I do. Fortunately I brought a spare up here with your other clothes."
He rummaged in Bob's backpack and his own and pulled out two identical dark green aprons and white hats. Bob put on his apron and admired himself in the mirror. "Hmm, pretty spiffy, don't you think?"
"It suits you, sir. OK, let's go."
Will was always at his happiest and most confident in a kitchen. A self-taught cook it had been his solace when he lived a lonely life in a small apartment where he experimented with recipes in a tiny kitchenette. Then the twins discovered him and invited him to become their boy and assistant chef.
His confidence asserted itself now as he explained to Bob what he was doing, in what order, and assigned the more menial tasks to Bob. It may have looked rather incongruous to see the handsome musclehunk leader of the tribe in a chef's hat and apron taking orders from a boy, but at this moment there was no place Bob would rather be.
He recalled Doctor Steve's use of the French phrase changer les idées – get a whole new outlook on life – and he was certainly doing that, a far cry from his work and all the problems. Will had confidently assumed the role of boss and Bob was a willing assistant.
Soon the kitchen was full of tempting smells and they were finally ready to load up the cart and wheel it upstairs to Bob's guestroom. Bob smiled, "Well, you sure were king of your kingdom in the kitchen, Will ... and me the humble assistant."
"Yes, sir, but now we're back here you're the boss and I'm the assistant. Don't you think it's kinda cool when roles are reversed – like when Eddie fucks his macho Marine Hassan or Jamie fucks Mark? Picture it, a surfer fucking a cop – that's a real turn-on."
Bob smiled at this sudden change of subject. "Yeah, and just look at Grady. He plays this big gorgeous hunk Tarzan, king of the jungle, but when he gets home it's a trip to watch him naked in his loincloth take it up the ass, the muscle-god pinned down getting gang fucked."
It was certainly food for thought as the roles here reaffirmed themselves, with the master sitting at the table while the boy served dinner. A new and intriguing element had been added to the developing relationship between the macho superman and the freckle-faced boy.
WILL TAKES CHARGE
As they both ate dinner Bob was amused to see the change in Will from shy uncertainty to growing confidence as he chattered on about his previous life, living alone and working as a grocery store clerk.
He also talked admiringly of what the twins had done for him. They were Bob's boys but had taken on a boy of their own, Will, and Bob now saw them through Will's eyes, giving him a whole new layer of respect for them.
As Will's confidence grew Bob happily settled back and let the boy make the decisions. "Will you help me clear the table, sir, and then it's straight to bed, I think. It's been a long hard day and Doctor Steve said you had to get plenty of rest. I don't think we'll shower now, we'll take care of that in the morning."
"Aye-aye, sir," Bob grinned. "OK if I sleep naked like I usually do?"
"Sure, I always do too."
Will watched Bob pull off his white V-neck T-shirt, kick off his loafers and drop his jeans and shorts. The sight of Superman stripping naked and lying on his back on the bed with a deep sigh gave Will a hard-on which would normally have made him blush and try to hide the bulge in his shorts. But there was no shyness now as he quite brazenly dropped his shorts and let his stiff cock spring out proudly.
He smiled, "Don't worry, sir, that always happens when I see you take your clothes off."
"Oh I'm not worried at all, Will. I take it as a compliment. You, er, probably don't get to fuck much do you? I mean, be a top. You mostly bottom for the twins and other guys, right?"
"I don't go in for labels like that sir. But it's true I don't fuck ass as much as I would like to. I mean, it's how other guys see you, isn't it? You now, you are every boy's fantasy of a macho alpha male, with that body and face. You're a born leader, sir. I bet you don't get fucked much, except by Randy of course.
"That's pretty much it, Will. `Course, he fucks me a lot ... I'm already missing it. Before I stormed out of the house he gave me one of those caveman fucks and I totally lost it. I was rude and insulting to him, had a panic attack and that's when I left."
Recalling the times he had seen Randy fuck Bob made Will's cock get harder. He saw Bob's cock stir to life too when he talked about Randy. "Sir, after that Randy fuck what you prob'ly need is a nice gentle fuck. Remember what we were saying about ... that role thingy ...?"
"Role reversal, Will?"
"Yeah, that's the one, sir."
"I think what you're suggesting Will is that the boy fucks the master, is that it?"
Will shrugged, "Well yes sir, kind've ... I mean yes, definitely, sir." He took off his T-shirt and stood naked at the foot of the bed, flexing his muscles. "See, I've been working out regular with Randy, he pushes real hard, and I think it shows, sir, don't you think?"
Bob was moved by the boy's earnest attempt to turn him on, and it was that innocent wide-eyed charm that made him want Will to make love to him. "William, would you fuck me, please? I would like that a whole lot."
"Sure thing, sir. I was told to take care of you and give you whatever you want." There was a ring of confidence in his voice – he was on a roll. He took off his glasses, laid them on the bedside table and dipped his fingers in the jar of lube. He lubed his cock, knelt on the bed and pushed one of Bob's legs back exposing his ass. He pressed the head of his cock against it ... and had a moment's hesitation. "It won't be like a Randy fuck, sir."
"I don't want it to be like Randy, Will. I want it to be you."
Will smiled and eased his cock inside the ass of the naked superman. He stopped halfway and closed his eyes, beating back the urge to cum. "Whew, that was a close one, sir," he grinned.
Bob loved it. He lay back and gazed up at the determined freckled face concentrating hard, his shock of red hair falling over his forehead as he eased his cock in an out of Bob's ass. "Feels great to me, sir. Is it good for you?"
"Oh yeah, just keep doing what you're doing kiddo. Just a bit harder."
Increasing the tempo Will recalled watching other men fuck and tried to copy what they did. He leaned forward between Bob's legs and pinned his wrists to the bed. Bob pretended to struggle but Will knew it felt fake. They both knew Bob could have pushed Will off easily.
But as he fucked harder Will was feeling more and more empowered and suddenly he pulled out. "I know what you need, dude." (Bob noticed he had dropped the `sir'.) He pushed Bob's arms up in a V, grabbed the two discarded T-shirts, and tied his wrists to the corner bedposts, not as expertly as Randy maybe, but fumbling only slightly.
Will stood on the floor at the foot of the bed and stroked his cock as he gazed down at the naked bound muscle-god. "That looks real hot, man," Will said in something close to a growl. "Damn, Superman's my prisoner and I'm gonna fuck him up the ass."
He assumed his former position on his knees and plunged his cock deep inside Bob whose head rolled back with a loud groan. Randy had taught all the boys about secure knots so now Bob really struggled against his tightly bound wrists. The pornographic sight of the struggling superman sent a wave of testosterone coursing through the boy's body.
Now it was a real fuck as Will forgot all about top and bottom, master and boy. All he saw was this beautiful alpha male in bondage, his writhing body impaled on a pile-driving cock – his cock! Bob was surprised by Will's strength and the fierce expression on his face ... no longer the shy young boy but a young buck taming his master in an erotic reversal of roles.
With the seemingly limitless stamina of youth Will hammered the leader's ass and Bob surrendered to the erotic fantasy of being helplessly bound at the mercy of his own boy. "Fuck you, man," Will snarled, copying the sneer he had seen on other men's faces as they fucked. "You needed this, man, you had it coming."
Bob loved watching the kid growing in strength and confidence, a sensation that pushed all his recent problems from his mind. Having abused his authority in the last few weeks by angrily throwing his orders around, and then been savagely force-fucked by Randy, this is exactly what he needed, Will was right – being forced to surrender his authority to a junior boy.
He could have taken the dick in his ass indefinitely and thought he might have to, such was the endurance of youth – except for one thing. From the moment he had entered the master's ass Will had fought against his building climax, but at last the pressure was too great.
"I'm real close, man," he groaned, "but I wanna see you cum first." Without reducing the force of his fuck Will grabbed Bob's cock and pounded it in his fist.
Bob was blown away by the sight of the energized boy, his muscles flexing as he pounded Bob's ass and cock. Instinctively Bob tried to resist but the sensation in his cock and ass pushed him over the edge and he groaned, "I'm done, man. I gotta cum ... I give up ... I submit ... aaagh!"
Will felt Bob's cock swell in his fist and watched it erupt with jets of cum that splashed over his writhing body and face. He had done this ... a junior boy, he had fucked the leader of the tribe and forced him to cum in surrender.
Will stopped moving, his cock buried deep in the hot ass. He stared down at the bound muscle-god, his face and heaving chest smothered in his own jizz. "Yeaaah!" Will yelled and finally yielded to the orgasm that had been building for so long and now poured cum inside the master.
As his heartbeat subsided he reverted from top man to junior boy ... and he didn't know what to do next ... smile triumphantly? ... apologize? ... say thank you?"
Bob saw his dilemma and grinned, "That was sensational, Will. Damn, you're a great fuck. One day you're gonna make a great senior and then a master. I just hope you let one of your boys butt-fuck you. Now maybe a shower before bed?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." Will pulled slowly out of Bob's ass, got unsteadily to his feet and made for the bathroom.
"Hey, kid. Haven't you forgotten something?" Will turned and saw Bob tugging at his bound wrists.
"Oh, sorry, sir." Will laughed as he ran back and quickly untied Bob and fell into his arms. "'Course I could have left you like that and held you captive all night, sir."
"That's a thought," Bob smiled. "But I thought you were here to give me whatever I need. And right now my tired muscles want a massage in a hot shower.
Will grinned, "Aye-aye, sir. You're the boss."
In the shower young Will serviced the master he had just fucked in the ass. Lovingly he massaged him as water poured down his gleaming muscles. Then Bob wrapped his hand round Will's head and drew him to him in a hungry kiss.
It had been a long, long day, full of physical and mental stress, and when they finally ended up in bed together they were exhausted. Bob folded Will in his arms and whispered in his ear, "I'm real glad you got the job of taking care of me, Will. You're exactly the boy I need, as Doctor Steve predicted, and I need you to stay close to me, kid. It might be a bumpy ride, though."
"I'll be here, sir, bumpy or not." Will said drowsily. "You're such a beautiful man, sir, and I ... er, I've forgotten what I was gonna say, sir ... I'm so tired I'm not sure if I ... I ..."
And he was asleep. Bob looked at the freckle-faced redhead sleeping peacefully with a smile on his lips. He gazed at him affectionately until his own eyes grew heavy and closed. And that's how they stayed all night.
SON OF ALF
When they woke next morning the world somehow looked brighter. Bob had been living in a dark tunnel but at least now there was a glimmer of light at the end. Will made a move to get up and cook Bob's breakfast but Bob said, "Hey, how about we join the other guys for breakfast? I feel up to facing the world at last, at least this private little world up here."
"OK, sir. I should go and see if Danny and Brian need any help in the kitchen." He pulled on his shorts, T-shirt and sneakers, grabbed his apron and chef's hat and hurried out.
It was strange how empty the room felt without him, Bob thought, but he luxuriated in bed a little longer trying to keep his mind off the tension and pain of the last few weeks. He concentrated on last night instead, the image of Will fucking him, and that did the trick.
At last he roused himself, pulled on his usual jeans and V-neck white T-shirt and walked barefoot downstairs. The warm sun hit him as he emerged into the garden where he saw Mario and Grady sitting under a tree at a table set for breakfast. With them was Seth who had spent the night with his boy, chef Danny.
"Buongiorno amico," Mario said, his classic Italian features lit with a dazzling smile. "Vieni qui." He patted the chair beside him.
Bob's spirits rose at the sight of Mario and his lover Grady and he sat next to them. "Mi amore Grady is half asleep," Mario smiled. "He has spent the night in a loin cloth wrestling with an alligator in the studio water tank that doubles as a lagoon. Not a real alligator of course."
"I kinda wish it had been," Grady grinned. "The fake one that Props built fell apart on the third take and I ended up waving the jaw in one hand and the face in the other. Even Tarzan couldn't pull that off. The alligator fake was better known as Alf and we had to wait until Props brought in a spare that I called Son of Alf. I spent the rest of the night fighting Son of Alf, and suggested that the title of the movie sequel should be Son of Alf, but I don't think they'll go with it."
Bob laughed heartily, a wave of joy sweeping over him in the company of these merry men.
"And Seth here is almost as tired," Mario smiled. "He has spent the night wrestling with Danny in bed – quite an improvement over Alf but just as tiring I think."
"Hi, Seth," Bob smiled. "Haven't see much of you lately you've been so busy as the new manager of the Company's commercial construction division. How's that going?"
"Pretty good," Seth grinned. "I'm learning how to be firm but fair with the crew like Randy is and Randy seems pleased with my job. We've only had a few differences of opinion where things got heated – just clenched fists, though, nothing actually swung."
Bob chuckled. "Fist fights are an occupational hazard when you work with Randy – goes with the territory. Actually we've had plenty of arguments over his new government-contracts division. He got the contracts but budgeting them out is a real headache. I've been ..."
"No, no, no, basta, basta!" Mario protested. "No more ... come si dice? ... shoptalk. ? proibito. Doctor Steve's instructions were quite explicit. No talk of work, no visitors, all phone calls screened by Will. Amico, you are in ... how you say ... lockdown? If Will had heard this talk he would have shut you down, Seth, even though you are his papa."
"I know," Seth grinned. "I have to watch out for that little tyke these days, he's got so pushy. And now he's looking after you, Bob, he's got even more bossy. He's so proud of being chosen for that job, by the way, dude. I hope he does well."
"He's perfect for the job, Seth, you should be proud of him. Believe me, he's gone way over and above the call of duty."
"And loved every minute of it, I'm sure," Mario laughed. "Ah, speak of il diavolo here comes Will, and here comes breakfast."
Danny, Brian and Will came marching into the garden, Danny and Will carrying trays, Brian with plates piled on his wheelchair's tray table. There was a flurry of activity as everything was set on the table and the three boys took their places – Danny next to Seth; Will between Seth and Bob; and Brian between Mario and Grady who threw an arm over the boy's shoulder and kissed him on the cheek.
And so they steered clear of work talk, which was not difficult as Grady kept them entertained with tales from the movie set. He was such a great storyteller that Grady's life on the set sounded even more exciting than Tarzan's on the screen. But eventually his lack of sleep caught up with him and he said, "Mario, would you come upstairs and put me to bed, please?"
"And by that I assume you mean climb into to bed with you?"
"Well of course. How else do you think I'll get to sleep without my usual goodnight fuck?"
They made their excuses and went into the house. Seth stretched and said, "Time for me to go to work too – although I know we're not supposed to mention the word," he grinned.
"Seth, I'll be living up here with Will for over a week so I hope we can have dinner one evening – just you, Will and me. I'm sure Will can cook something special for the three of us, eh Will?"
"Absolutely, sir." Will's eyes were shining as he looked at his dad. "Please say yes, sir."
"I'd like that a lot, Bob. A lot of water's flowed under the bridge since you and me got together."
"Great. God knows I won't be seeing any of the other guys with that no-visitors embargo Steve clamped on me. He spread the word among the tribe and they've promised to keep to the rules."
Bob was right about that. Except perhaps for one man who never obeyed rules, even ones he made himself. That man marched to the beat of his own drum ... and fuck the rules.
WILL THE GATEKEEPER
It was surprising how quickly Bob established is own simple routine in this new cloistered existence – with the unfailing help of Will. Even more surprising was how Will grew into his job and intuitively guided Bob on the path to emotional recovery.
His presence was especially required during Bob's down times, which happened quite often. Despite the serene environment of the Grady House, in moments of weakness Bob regressed into depression when his mind flashed on the work and social problems that had led to his burnout in the first place. At such times his gloom returned and he became irritable, even snapping at Will sometimes, then seeing his dejected face apologized at once.
Will took it all in stride as his love for Bob went deep and his only focus was on helping him get well. On the second night Wil suggested that they sleep together again and Bob readily agreed. The feeling of Will's warm body pressing against his comforted him and he felt less alone.
But next day Will said, "Sir, I don't think it's a good idea for you to become too dependent on me. When Doctor Steve chose me for this job he said the idea was for you to get back to your old self ... you know, confident, macho ... the boss."
"I know what you mean, Will, and it's sound advice. I have to learn to stand on my own feet again. OK, deal. Tonight I sleep alone. But if I need you in the night you'll come if I call?"
"Of course, sir. My room's only just down the hall."
During the day Will fielded several calls from the tribe and his answer was always the same stock reassurance – "Bob's doing fine, the Grady House is the best place for him and he'll probably stay a week or so." One of the first callers, unsurprisingly, was his pal Eddie, and Will knew that whatever he told motor-mouth Eddie would be up on the grapevine in minutes.
Mark called to ask if there was anything he could do but even he got the same calm reassurance from Will that everything was fine. But Will knew that when Randy called he had to be careful and give rather more detail.
"Sir, Doctor Steve gave orders that Bob should not have visitors or even speak to anyone outside the Grady House. But he really is doing much better, though there are a few ups and downs. The first two nights I slept with him and that seemed to help, but from tonight on he'll be sleeping alone. He said that if you called I should tell you he's doing fine and misses you, sir. Of course I'll tell him you called, sir."
Randy had called from work and now he shut off the phone with the distinct impression he had just been fobbed off by one of the junior boys. And that didn't sit well. Oh, he knew Will was only doing his job and he loved him for that – Will was one of his favorite kids and he knew he would take good care of Bob. He also trusted the doc, his brother Steve, to do what was best for Bob, even if it meant this kind of isolation from the whole tribe.
But Randy still felt antsy ...
A BREACH OF SECURITY
That evening at dinner with the tribe Randy almost resented the other guys' cheerful banter, illogically seeing it as disrespect for their leader who right now was getting ready to spend the night alone.
The twins, with the sensitivity they had learned from their master Bob, noticed that Randy was quieter and more restless than usual so they paid special attention to him, cooking his favorite food and breaking out the premium Glenlivet Scotch that he loved.
Mark, who was in love with both Bob and Randy, had a quiet word with him as dinner was winding down. "I know it's tough, Randy, but I'm sure Steve came up with the right remedy. I've seen so many cops burn out and always the solution is to separate them for a while from all the triggers that caused the stress."
"I'm not a damn trigger, man," Randy growled. "I'm his fucking lover." But immediately he checked himself. "Sorry, Mark, I'm just on edge. But I can't get over what made him leave. Like a fucking raging bull I thought I could cure him by fucking him ... you know that caveman thing I do. Usually he loves that but this time it pushed him over the edge and he hightailed it to Steve."
"Randy, stop beating yourself up over that. Steve told you it was not your fault – Bob was bound to snap sooner or later and you actually pushed him to the point where he sought help from Steve. That was a good thing. And think of that note he sent here, saying how much he loves you and would make it all up to you when he gets back. The love of his life, he called you."
"Ah, I know all that, Mark, I've gone over and over it all in my mind. I'm just dog tired is all. I'm gonna call it a night and hit the sack. Thanks for being such a good pal, Mark. I love you, man."
Randy went alone to the house he shared with Bob and into the master bedroom. And he suddenly felt the same desolate loneliness that Bob had felt when he first went into his guestroom at the Grady House. Randy stared at the bed he always shared with Bob, where they had made love every night and sometimes talked late into the night.
"Fuck ... fuck ..." He paced the room and made a decision – not a reasoned decision, more like an impulse. Randy always acted on impulse. He went to the closet and pulled out a pair of black jeans and boots, then found a black tank top. He put them on, grabbed his keys and quietly left the house. He walked across the darkened garden and through the gate, careful not to be seen. He got into his truck without slamming the door and drove quietly up the hill.
When he reached the private road lined with high hedges he pulled over quite a distance from the Grady House.
He had a plan. He could have driven up to the gate but he knew they had recently changed the security code as they did every few weeks. He could have buzzed Brian and insisted that he open the gate but the boy would have refused and there would have been a big hullabaloo that roused the whole house.
Nobody knew the security setup at the Grady House better than Randy. He had installed it with Mark and Zack and checked it out regularly. He knew there was one blind spot in the far corner of the perimeter that the cameras didn't quite reach. He had meant to tell Mark they should fix it, but now it worked to his advantage.
He walked quietly to the spot where a big oak tree grew against the high fence. He jumped up to the lowest branch and swung himself effortlessly up the tree to a higher branch that hung over the fence. He crawled out on it and dropped quietly to the lawn.
He stopped and listened, then walked softly to the house. He had always had a key to the back door and let himself in. He knew the house's indoor security code hadn't been changed lately, another thing he was going to put right, but now he simply disabled the alarm and made his way to the stairs.
He took the stairs three at a time to the long hallway where he knew they would have given Bob the main guestroom. He paused, listening for signs of life, but the house was asleep. Good.
RANDY GETS IT RIGHT
When Bob had gone to bed Will went with him to make sure he had everything he needed. Then he kissed Bob goodnight and went to his own guestroom next to Brian's, happy at the prospect of a full night's sleep. He was out like a light as soon as his head touched the pillow.
The same could not be said of Bob who was fighting against melancholy in the silence of the room. He undressed, went to bed and pulled the covers up to his chin. He tossed and turned for a while until his eyes felt heavy at last, his mind went fuzzy ... and he was asleep.
Pretty soon he started to dream, mostly of Randy. He often dreamed of Randy, the most important man in his life, but this time his troubled mind produced frustration dreams where he wanted to touch his lover but was tied up and couldn't reach him. He dreamed that Randy was standing over him watching him struggle, but he didn't help – just watched.
His head rolled uneasily from side to side and he half-opened his eyes. He saw a blurred image of Randy looking down at him. He winced and murmured something unintelligible, then closed his eyes and went back to his dream.
The real-world Randy gazed down at the chiseled features he loved so much and was troubled by the pain he saw in the handsome face and heard in the mumbling voice. He wanted to wake Bob but was afraid of startling him and waking the house. He put his hand lightly over his mouth to muffle the sounds and said, "Hey, buddy, it's me. Wake up – you're dreaming."
Bob heard the voice in his dream and then suddenly he couldn't breathe. The frustration dream was becoming a nightmare and his eyes opened wide in a panic. His shout of fear was stifled by Randy's hand clamped harder over his mouth and his mind cleared as Randy said again, "No problem, kid, it's me ... you were dreaming, but this is really me. Don't shout though."
He removed his hand and Bob said, "Randy, what are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here ..."
Randy grinned, "I do a lot of stuff I'm not supposed to. I know I'm breaking the rules but I missed you so bad, dude. But we gotta keep the noise down. If Will catches me here he'll throw me right out and I don't wanna face that kid's anger – he can be scary when he's being protective. Takes after me," Randy grinned.
"But I had to come, man. I wanna talk to you. You won't shout for help, will you?"
Recovering from his shock Bob smiled. "It's good to see you, Randy, even though it's against Steve's rules. OK, I'll be good, I'll listen."
"Dude, I know what you've been going through and I tried to help but of course I did exactly the wrong thing as usual. I thought a good old-fashioned caveman fuck would put all the bullshit out of your mind. I should have known that charging in on you like a bull in a china shop would have the reverse effect and push you over the edge.
"So I came to apologize, dude. Plus, I wanted to see you and ... and do whatever you want. So what d'ya say? You want me to stay? We'll be quiet and I'll leave early in the morning so no one will know I was here – it'll be an adventure. How about it, buddy?"
Bob loved that seductive little-boy look Randy had when trying to get his own way. "Randy, I've often accused you of talking through your dick. Maybe I should do the same." He pushed the sheet down past his cock that sprang up hard and proud as a flagpole.
Randy flashed a gleaming smile. "Pretty much says it all, dude."
He pulled off his tank-top, eased off his boots and dropped his jeans. Bob stared up at the rugged gypsy in all his muscular nakedness and knew for sure this is exactly what he wanted. But Randy surprised him as he knelt on the bed and leaned forward, arms straight, bracing his hands on the top of the headboard. Swayback, his ass pushed upward.
"You know I'm no good at apologizing, dude, I don't have your gift of the gab. So let me do it this way. Last time I fucked up ... this time I wanna get it right. Come on, man ... fuck me."
Bob smiled. Typically that was more a command than a plea, even though the big man was offering his ass to get fucked. But that was Randy – always the top man even when he was on the bottom. The effect on Bob was that his cock got even harder at the sight of the swarthy gypsy on his knees, his muscles flexing, stubbled jaw clenched and shaggy black hair falling over his brow.
"You son of a bitch," Bob grinned. "You break into this house and, against all the rules, sneak into my room and wake me up. By way of apology you order me to fuck you in the butt."
"So ...?" Randy grinned.
"So here's the news flash ... it worked. You're gonna get your ass ploughed, mother fucker."
Wide awake now and charged with lust Bob scrambled to his knees behind Randy and spat on his cock. He grabbed Randy's hips from behind and pressed his cock against the big man's ass. Staring at Randy's reflection in the wall mirror behind the bed he said, "No foreplay, eh dude? Just how you like it."
Bob drove his cock in fast and hard, watching Randy buck and grimace in pain as the shaft buried itself deep inside him. Bob pulled back and slammed in again even deeper. Their eyes met in the mirror and Bob grinned, "This what you had in mind, dude? The King of the Gypsies surrenders his ass as penance?'
"Just shut up and fuck, man." Another order, even though he was in no position to call the shots. They kept eye contact in the mirror as Bob invaded the big man's ass, skewering it, pounding it, pulling his hips back on his cock for maximum thrust."
Most men would have screamed in pain but Randy flashed his roguish grin in the mirror. "Yeah, fuck me, dude, that's what I've been missing, your dick in my ass. Make me feel it, man. Come on, punish me."
Bob gave his lover what he wanted. He flashed back on the savage fuck Randy had given him before he fled from the house, right when Bob was at his most vulnerable, and yes, he did resent that. Now it was payback time. His anger combined with lust as his eyes pierced Randy's laser blue eyes in the mirror. It was the summit of man-on-man passion, a superman ploughing the ass of the gypsy construction boss in a ferocious display of machismo.
Randy braced himself by gripping the top of the headboard, flexing his arms and shoulders and clenching his jaw. Far from submitting, in an act of defiance act he pushed his ass back hard to feel the full impact of his lover's pounding shaft.
Soon Randy again asserted his authority and growled, "Get on your back, big guy." So commanding was the order that Bob complied. He pulled out of Randy's ass and flipped over on his back. Randy leapt to his feet and stood astride his lover like a colossus. "Buddy, when I last fucked you I rode your ass hard, too hard. I'm gonna make amends for that now – by riding your cock."
He dropped to his knees astride Bob's waist and made Bob gasp by lowering his hips suddenly and letting Bob's cock slide into his ass. Watching Randy ride his cock Bob realized that the gypsy had once again taken charge. Randy was always on top, even when he was the one with the cock in his ass.
Bob surrendered himself to the incredible sensation and to Randy's dominance. He realized it was only with Randy that he could truly shrug off the mantle of leader, leave the stress and tension behind and deliver himself totally into Randy's protection.
Far stronger than their physical intensity was the spiritual union the men achieved by gazing into each other's eyes. It happened whenever they made love and each man saw himself reflected in his lover's eyes, the door to their own secret sensual world where only they existed.
Randy increased his dominance by leaning forward and pinning Bob's arms to the bed, all the while riding his ass. He smiled, "Buddy, this is what I tried to show you the other day but I did it wrong. This time we got it right. See, whatever we go through, we'll always have this, you and me in our own world where no one can hurt us.
"I'm here to protect you and to make you forget all the world's bullshit. You have to surrender to happiness, dude, `cos I can make you do anything."
"Like making me cum?"
"Especially that," Randy smiled. "That's our specialty. I can do it right now. You feel your cock in my ass? You feel me pinning you down? And you see into my eyes? You can't fight it, man, you know you always have to surrender."
Bob stared up at the dark gypsy face, the square-cut features, the heavily stubbled jaw, high cheekbones and long black hair. And the eyes, most of all the piercing blue eyes against which he had no defense. The deep voice ordered, "Cum for me, man. Shoot your jizz in my ass, in your lover's ass. Do it, man, because I tell you to – and because you want to."
Bob felt fire in his cock, spreading through his whole body. Staring at Randy was like being back in his dream, only this time he could touch Randy, he could be inside him, he could flood his ass with cum and ... "aaah!" He sighed as his cock poured semen deep inside the man he loved."
"See?" Randy grinned. "Told you. Now I'm gonna leave my mark on you, dude, because I love you and because you are so goddam gorgeous. Randy pulled back on his knees, grabbed his own cock and stroked it a few times until he tensed, gasped, and blasted semen all over his lover's spectacular body, then leaned forward and sprayed jizz in his face and mouth.
And Bob knew that Randy was right. Whatever life threw at them they would always have each other, always have this. The rest was bullshit.
INTRIGUE AT THE GRADY HOUSE
Bob lay in his arms and Randy said, "Now here's what's gonna happen, bro. I'm gonna sleep with you all night and I'm gonna leave real early so no one will see me. This is just between you and me. I won't tell Steve and you won't tell Will. It's our private world, right? You should stay here the rest of the week as Steve recommended and when you come home I'll be waiting for you. In the meantime, no more visitors, right?"
"Right ... oh, except that Seth comes here to visit his boy Danny and I did invite him to have dinner with Will and me one evening."
"Hmm, yeah, Will would love that, cooking for you and his dad. Seth's turned out to be a great guy, you know. He's working out real well as a manager, as well as being sexy as hell. Him and me fuck from time to time. So sure, whatever happens is fine by me. Not that you need my approval."
"It's nice to have it anyway, Randy. God, love is weird. It can make everything come right."
"If you play it right, buddy. And we did, didn't we, with a few stumbles along the way? OK, buddy, now sleep. You can dream again too – provided it's of me. `Night, buddy."
Bob did dream a lot, good dreams, and even when he felt Randy leave the bed early next morning and kiss him on the forehead it still felt like a dream. When he finally woke he still wondered if he had dreamed it all until he tasted Randy's dry cum on his lips. That was real.
Randy had pulled on his pants and boots and stuffed the tank in his back pocket. Dawn was breaking when he quietly let himself out of the house and into the garden ... where he saw Brian wheeling his wheelchair across the lawn looking worried. Brian saw him and rolled up to him.
"Oh, sir, I'm so glad you're here," he said breathlessly. "I was running the security videos from last night and I think there was a security breach. I'm real concerned `cos ..."
"Hey, hey, no sweat kiddo. The security breach was me. I was testing the system out and good for you for catching it. There is a weak spot and I'll come up here with Mark to fix it. You're doing a great job, kiddo. Grady and Mario must be real proud of you."
"Would you like me to open the gate for you, sir?"
"Nah. I'll go out the way I came in. Keep up the good work, kid." He ruffled Brian's hair, then strode off to the corner of the grounds and hauled himself over the fence.
Much relieved Brian went back to the kitchen and half an hour later he had a tray of tea and coffee on his tray table and was knocking at the door of the master suite. He went in and Mario and Grady disentangled themselves from each other's arms and sat up in bed.
"I know you have an early start, sir," he said to Grady, "so I brought tea and coffee to wake you."
"Thanks kiddo," Grady grinned. "Hey, come and join us." He hauled Brian out of his wheelchair and planted him between them.
"Oh by the way, sirs, I think you should know there was a security breach last evening, but not to worry. It was Randy testing out the system. He said there's a flaw and him and Mark will fix it later. He just left."
Mario looked puzzled. Randy was here? And he just left? And what time did you say the intrusion was?"
"Oh, sometime just after bedtime last night, sir."
Mario looked at Grady whose eyes were sparkling. Mario flashed a knowing grin, then turned back to Brian. "Er, good for you for spotting it Brian. But you know, I think we should keep this private, just between us three, right? Don't want to alarm the rest of the guys, especially Bob and Will. Er, did they sleep together again last night?"
No, sir. Will slept in his own room and Bob slept alone. I was gonna take him some tea."
Grady stifled a playful smile. "Bob slept alone, eh? Well he probably needed a good night's sleep. I'd let him sleep a while longer before you take the tea. And like Mario said, don't mention Randy. Might upset him. So what else is cooking, kiddo? Give me all the gossip."
"Well, sir, Will is all excited `cos Bob suggested Will's dad Seth have dinner with them, just the three of them. He's already planned the menu. Bob and Seth seemed to get along real good yesterday and Will hopes ... er, never mind ..."
"No," Grady laughed, "you can't leave me hanging with `never mind', kiddo. Never mind what? Spill."
"Well, sir, this is only gossip, but you know that Seth and Will occasionally ... you know ... even though Seth's his dad ..."
"Yeah, they make love and fuck, good for them," Grady grinned, having fun now. "So?"
"So, Will is hoping it'll happen again." Brian frowned, "Though I'm not sure where Bob will fit in."
"And we won't try to guess," Mario smiled. "We'll drop the subject for now and just see what happens."
"Italian party pooper," Grady grumbled. "But you'll tell me what happens won't you, kiddo?'
"Of course, sir. Don't I always?"
TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 473
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