A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 486 By Rob Williams
Chapter 486 – "ACTING OUT REAL-LIFE PORN""
IN THIS CHAPTER:
The tribe's leaders, Bob and Randy, watch a video of the rugged Seth, bound naked, getting punished by Darius. Randy is so stoked he growls at Bob, "I gotta fuck." Like watching porn while they fuck. Then new boy Ryan finally meets handsome movie star Grady and ends up in a fantasy version of Grady's Tarzan movie where Tarzan gets captured and surrenders his ass – only this time to the excited boy. ___________________________________________________________________
IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER
Darius put his arm over Ryan's shoulder. "Well, kiddo, I sure threw you in the deep end of that one, eh? And man, you came through for me like a trouper. You feel OK?"
The new Thai boy Ryan was feeling on top of the world. The sexy young black construction foreman had, over recent days, brought shy Ryan out of his shell, introducing him to man-on-man sex for the first time. His education culminated in the boy being tied to the bed and taking Darius's cock in his ass – even if it was just four of the ten inches.
Then Darius asked the question Ryan had scarcely dared hope for – did Ryan want to become his boy. Ryan was over the moon, but almost immediately he was, as Darius put it, thrown in at the deep end and recruited by his new master in one of the tribe's rituals.
That ritual involved Seth, the newest construction manager in the Company, a rough, rugged musclehunk with a quick temper. He had been involved in a drunken fight at work where he had committed the ultimate sin, slugging both the top construction bosses – Randy and Zack.
Thinking that he would surely be fired Seth had collected his boy Danny and gone up the coast to a beach shack in the dunes where Darius and Ryan were spending the weekend. Seth told Darius, "I fucked up royally, man. I deserve to be kicked out of the tribe. One thing's for sure, I can't never go back and face Zack and Randy, especially Randy. He must hate my guts now."
Darius smiled. "Hmm, I wouldn't be so sure. I've known Randy for years, from the days when it was just him and Bob. He can be a mean son-of-a-bitch but one thing he respects in a man is physical strength and toughness. I've seen him go toe to toe with a guy in a knock-down drag-out fist fight, and when it's over he shakes the guy's hand and pulls him into a man-hug. The guy has shot up in Randy's estimation and gained his respect."
But the tribe's rules demanded that Seth be punished, as Darius explained to his boy Ryan. "The punishment has to be in front of the whole tribe, and the public humiliation is the worst part of it. Now, I can see Seth taking the physical punishment part – the man is tough as nails and can take anything you throw at him. He knows he deserves it and it would prove his manhood.
"But he has a fragile ego that comes from his past where he saw himself as a confused misfit, a casual laborer and a loser. He has rebuilt his self-esteem in the tribe, but humiliation in front of the whole tribe would destroy all that and he would slink away back to his previous lost life."
As they discussed the problem Ryan came up with a possible way out of the dilemma – Darius could substitute for Randy and take charge of the punishment up here on the beach in front of Danny and Ryan. Darius had his camera with him so they would film the punishment and Ryan, a tech expert, would upload the video to Bob, the co-leader of the tribe with his lover Randy.
"Skeptical at first Darius said, "But you may be onto something, kid. That way Bob could show the video to whoever he chooses and Randy can punish Seth later in his own way – in private."
Darius called Bob who eventually warmed to the idea. "Zack's OK with it too," Bob said, "but ... well, there's Randy. But you can leave Randy to me ... huh, how many times have you heard me say that? But I won't confront him until I can show him the video. It will give me an edge if he can actually see Seth suffering, you know how visual Randy is.
"That means you have to do it right away, Darius – and it has to be the real thing, just as Randy would do it. No pulling punches, no holding back. Seth would want it that way too – help him prove his machismo to the guys. He'll show them how tough he can be, how much he can take, and it will restore his own self-esteem."
And so that's what happened. At the beach Seth was tied spread-eagled in an old doorframe. Darius whipped him, fucked his face and then his ass with his huge ten-inch cock. But he needed a final act of surrender by Seth, and that's when he recruited his boy Ryan who knelt before Seth sucked his cock and made him cum, just as Darius blasted a load in Seth's ass.
When Seth's cock was drained Ryan pulled off it and grinned up at Darius. "Was that OK, sir?"
Darius smiled down at the eager face, cum running down his chin. "You're my boy ain't you? So of course it was OK, it was fucking beautiful." He released Seth, they shook hands, and Seth's boy Danny helped his master into the shack to nurse his wounds.
"So what comes next, sir?"
"Well first, and most important, kid, you gotta work your magic on the video, edit it, compress it and upload it to Bob. I'll call him and tell him it's on its way. Then my guess is he'll make Randy watch it with him. If I know those two that should be quite a trip – Randy watching a homoerotic scene like that with Bob beside him ... hmm, I'd like to be a fly on that wall.
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"LEAVE RANDY TO ME"
Bob and Randy were co-founders of the tribe and passionate lovers. They were both drop-dead gorgeous with flawless muscular physiques, but there the similarity ended.
Randy, from hard-scrabble West Texas, was a raw, rugged gypsy, the undisputed boss of the construction site, respected by his men but quick to anger and lash out with his fists. He was the brawn of the company and Bob was the brains. Raised in California's upscale Marin County Bob, with the face and body of Superman, was a sophisticated senior vice-president of a financial services company, the voice of reason and calm in the tribe.
As Darius had told his boy Ryan, "Bob is the only man who can control Randy. The big gypsy is so crazy in love with him Bob can make him do anything."
And now, Bob knew, all his powers of persuasion would be needed. He knew how mad Randy was at Seth who had thrown a fist at him, knocked him down in front of the crew and stormed off the site. Normally this would have resulted in a savage punishment and humiliation for Seth in front of the whole tribe.
But Bob, always the peacemaker, hoped that this time such a scene could be avoided by Darius's plan of administering the punishment himself in front of only two boys and sending Bob a video of it that he could share with Randy and whoever else they decided should see it. That way the ritual punishment would have been carried out and Seth could prove his manhood through physical suffering. But he would be spared the circus-like spectacle of being degraded in front of the assembled tribe of men and boys.
But would Randy buy it? That was the question Bob wrestled with now. It's why he had waited until he received the video before confronting the vengeful gypsy. So he pounced on the phone when Darius finally called him.
"It's done, sir. Ryan did a terrific job editing it and he's sent it to you. Here, I'll let him explain." Ryan came on the phone. "Hello, sir. All you have to do is unzip the file to watch the video. If you want to make a big impact on Randy use the big-screen TV in your bedroom – you remember how I connected your laptop to your TV? Call me if you have any problems."
"Ryan," Bob smiled, "you've only been with us a short while but already you are indispensable. I am very grateful to you and when you get home I hope to thank you in my own special way. I know you are Darius's boy but he already told me I could."
"Thank you, sir, I'll look forward to that. Er, do you think it's gonna work with Randy?"
"Ryan, with your tech talents and my powers of persuasion we can't fail – but even as I say that my fingers are crossed. Wish me luck, kiddo."
He smiled as he shut off the phone. He liked the young Thai boy a lot and was pleased he had become Darius's boy so soon. They were obviously having a good time in the dunes and had worked hard on this plan to save Seth and keep him in the tribe. Now it was all up to him.
Bob turned on his laptop and found the file Ryan had sent. He unzipped it and set it to play on the big TV. He was about to start it when he heard the door bang open downstairs. Randy was home. Bob heard him crashing around in the kitchen and when he came upstairs and burst into the room he was nursing a beer.
Knowing that all his powers of seduction would be needed, Bob had dressed to impress. He was barefoot in jeans and was wearing a short-sleeve white dress shirt open halfway down his chest so it flopped open giving a tantalizing glimpse of the cleft between his pecs.
Bob recalled that long-ago time when they first met and Bob had returned to the rundown motel dressed in business clothes. The look had turned Randy on so much that he tied him up, ripped open the shirt and jerked off looking at him. He was hoping for a similar effect now – minus the bondage. Well, he shrugged, even that too if that's what it took.
Randy of course was in his work clothes – the usual muddy jeans, work boots and a frayed, greasy tank top hanging over his muscled torso. His blue eyes had that familiar gleam of anger as he paced the room swigging his beer, paying no attention to Bob.
"Hi, Randy," Bob said pleasantly. "Welcome home."
"What?!" Randy spun round and glared at Bob as if seeing him for the first time. But his mood immediately softened as he saw Bob lolling back in his chair in a way that exposed his pecs and the top of his ripped abs. "Oh shit, man, you look ..." Randy began, then jabbed the bottle at him. "You know, I should fuck you right now, stud ... only thing that calms me down."
"You won't hear me object," Bob grinned. "But before you do that, do me a favor – sit here and watch the TV for a few minutes." There was a vague implication that Bob would only let Randy near his ass after Randy had done him his `favor'. Randy knew when he was beaten but protested anyway.
"Watch fucking TV? You kidding? I don't have no time for game shows and shit."
"This isn't a game show, Randy – well, not your average game show. Look, I know you're still angry at Seth and I understand why ..."
"You don't understand shit, man. That fucker hit me, downed my in front of my crew then stormed away and left me on the ground like he like he'd beaten me in a fight. All I wanna do is look him in the face and tell him he's fired – he is so fucking fired."
"Oh I don't think you'll have to fire him, Randy. Right now he's up at the dunes with his boy Danny and he told Darius he's gonna quit and strike out on his own."
Randy's eyes blazed. "Quit?! Son of a bitch, he can't quit ... walk out on me just like that? He's my fucking manager ... mother-fucker can't quit."
Bob shrugged. "Hm ... you want to fire him, he wants to quit. Sounds like a zero-sum-game to me, the prefect solution, game over."
Randy sensed he was losing the argument (he always did with Bob) but he roared on. "The game is fucking over when I say it's over. I'm gonna string the fucker up and thrash him so he can't even crawl away, let alone walk."
"Er, I don't think you'll have to do that either, Randy. It's already been done. That's why I want you to watch TV with me – then you can have my ass."
"Fuck you, man. Fuck you." That was always Randy's ungracious way of admitting defeat. He went to the drinks cabinet, pulled out two more beer bottles and threw one to Bob. He slumped heavily in the chair beside Bob and growled, "OK, let's watch your fucking game show."
THE VIDEO
Ryan had done a great job on the video, even given it a title. The words Seth Suffers, came on the screen then faded to a lingering full-length shot of Seth spread-eagled naked and tied to the doorframe. "Holy shit," Randy murmured, now paying full attention.
Darius strode into the frame, also naked and his voice rang clear. "You have been accused of betraying the honor of the tribe by drunkenly attacking your two bosses, the senior men Randy and Zack. This is your ritual punishment. Have you anything to say?"
Seth raised his head defiantly. "I accept the punishment."
"What the fuck ...?" Randy growled, eyes now riveted on the screen. "What the fuck's that boy doing?"
"Substituting for you, buddy. Just wait and watch."
And so they watched in silence, except for Randy's intermittent groans of "Jesus" ... "Holy Crap" and finally, "Man that's hot."
They watched Darius lash Seth with his belt, then they gasped as he tossed the belt aside, jumped up and grabbed the crossbeam and braced his feet on pegs protruding from the uprights. "Damn, he's gonna ..." Darius pushed the full length of his cock down Seth's throat making him gag as tears ran down his face. As the young black jock pounded Seth's agonized face Randy murmured, "Look at him take that fucking rod ..."
And when Darius finally pulled out, grabbed Seth's hair and jerked his head back, the tortured man's face was defiant. "Shit, look at that ... he ain't giving up. Damn he's tough." Bob noticed that Randy was stroking the bulge in his jeans as he watched the homoerotic scene of a rugged alpha male being worked over in bondage.
Randy's visceral reaction to Seth's drunken outburst on the construction site had been rage at first – only to be expected. But he had always respected, even admired, the man as a rugged reflection of himself, quick to anger and quick with his fists – a worthy opponent in a fight.
And now he was watching the macho hunk writhing in bondage as his body was pounded by the young black stud and his ten-inch cock. And still he remained defiant, his stubbled jaw clenched as he stared stubbornly at Darius, tears running down his face. "That all you got, boy?"
He howled when Darius drove his massive cock deep in his ass but still he did not submit. "Yeah, bring it on ... fuck me, man, shove that black dick in my ass. I need it, man ... fuck me ... cum inside me. But don't think you can make me bust my load. I'll never submit like that."
"He won't either," Randy murmured. Cumming would be a surrender. Darius can't make him."
But then Darius yelled, "Ryan, get your ass over here. Get on your knees. You and me together, let's show him what we've got. We'll make this fucker submit."
Randy jumped to his feet. "No ... he's using his boy, dammit ... that young kid." Randy ripped open his jeans, pulled out his rock-hard dick and stroked it as he watched Ryan take Seth's dick in his mouth. "Seth can't take it, man, not both of them. Yeah, watch that ... here it comes ..."
On the screen Seth yelled as he struggled and flexed, yanking at the ropes binding him as Darius blasted jizz in his ass and Seth unloaded in Ryan's mouth."
Randy took his hand off his cock to prevent his orgasm and watched in awe as the boy looked up at Darius and said, "Was that OK, sir?"
Darius pulled Ryan to his feet and kissed him. Then he threw his arm over his shoulder and they stood beside Seth who was hanging limp and exhausted, his cock dripping cum, semen running down his leg.
Randy and Bob stared in admiration at the homoerotic spectacle that lingered on the screen for long seconds, until at last it faded slowly to black."
"Damn," Randy muttered to himself, "that guy is one hot, tough son of a bitch." He whirled round and gazed down at Bob. "Man am I stoked. That was a massive fucking turn on. I gotta fuck!"
WATCHING PORN GIVES RANDY IDEAS
Looming over him Randy reached down and ripped open Bob's shirt and slapped his exposed solid pecs with his palm then the back of his hand. He heaved Bob up and half-carried him to the bed where he threw him down on his back. He tore open Bob's jeans, pulled then off down his legs and tossed them aside.
He paced round the bed staring down at the sprawled superman, naked except for the ripped shreds of his shirt hanging down his chest. He pointed down at him – "Now that is the most spectacular sight of them all, man. Damn, I am so fucking pumped, I gotta fuck you man, just like that black buck ploughed Seth."
Randy picked up the remote, hit `play' and the video started again from the beginning. Bob was lying across the bed so when Randy knelt between his legs he had a clear view of the screen. "Dammit man, that should be you tied to that frame." He looked from the screen and down at Bob. "Fuck, you're gorgeous. I should be whipping you, fucking your face and your ass."
"Just the ass will do for now, Randy."
"Fuck you, smartass." Randy spat in his palm and stroked his cock. He pushed Bob's legs back and drove his cock deep in his ass. Bob winced and looked up at the stubbled gypsy face, shaggy black hair falling forward, his pale blue eyes staring down at him. "Damn," Randy growled, "that is so fucking beautiful, man." He leaned forward and pinned his wrists to the bed beside his face.
He looked up from Bob's face to the screen where Darius had just tossed the belt aside and Seth was slumped in the ropes, his heaving chest striped with whip marks. "Damn he looks hot. I should a' done that to him." He ramrodded Bob's ass a few times, as if he were punishing him, then broke away from the screen and stared at Bob.
"Dammit, man, remember that time in the motel where I had you tied up like that, I ripped your shirt off you and whipped you? Watching you suffer was when I fell in love with you, buddy."
Darius's voice on the screen made him look up at him hanging on the doorframe and shoving his monster dick down Seth's throat. "Shit damn, the guy's taking the whole fucking thing. Damn that's hot." Randy watched the naked construction worker get face fucked, a sight that made him fuck Bob's ass harder, keeping pace with Darius's pounding cock.
And so it went on, the savage action on the screen matched by the big gypsy fucking his superman lover. Randy looked from the screen to Bob and back again until the image of Seth's defiant face merged with Bob's. Randy should have been punishing Seth but he was going one better, taking out his anger on Bob's ass.
When at last Darius was standing behind Seth and plunging his cock in his ass Randy increased the pressure on Bob, stroke for stroke with Darius. Randy was still looking from the screen to Bob and back, but inevitably he settled for Bob, his laser-blue eyes piercing his.
He fucked in silence hearing the dialogue that could have been written for them as a defiant Seth said, "Yeah, fuck me, man, shove that dick in my ass. I need it, man ... fuck me ... cum inside me. But don't think you can make me bust my load. I'll never submit like that."
"Oh, no?" Darius taunted. "We'll see about that."
"Yeah, we will," Randy grinned at Bob. "You always submit, man. You know I can always make you do that."
Bob writhed beneath him pinned to the bed, his muscular body flexing to withstand the attack on his ass. He stared up at the wild gypsy, his stubbled face dripping with sweat as he pounded ass until they heard Seth howl, "Fuck you, man, fuck you both ... aaagh ... no ... aaaagh!"
Bob added his own screams as Randy plunged in deeper, gazed down at his lover and watched his cock spurt semen all over his ripped abs and heaving pecs. It was a quadruple climax as Darius blasted cum in Seth's ass, Seth poured jizz in Ryan's mouth and Randy roared like a lion, drove in deep one last time and flooded his lover's ass with his juice.
Randy had the other-worldly sensation that in fucking Bob he had punished Seth and made them both submit by forcing them to cum. He looked up at the final shot of Seth's muscular body hanging limp in bondage, then gazed down at a sated Bob smiling up at him.
He pulled out slowly, released Bob's arms, lay down beside him and kissed him. "You OK, buddy?"
Bob grinned, "I have heard of guys who watch porn while they fuck, but I never understood that till now – you watching a sex video while you fucked me."
"Yeah but the video wasn't porn. This was porn right here. You, stud, you are fucking pornographic, you look so damn gorgeous, and I love it ... I love you, man. Ask whatever you want, it's yours."
"Well, you seem to have punished Seth by proxy here so, you're not gonna fire him, are you?"
"Fire him? I was never gonna fire him, a man like that! That is one tough son of a bitch. So he lashed out with his fists, so what? I myself have been known to throw a punch or two."
"Or five or ten," Bob grinned.
"Fuck you, man. No, I ain't gonna fire the stud. I'm gonna fuck his ass and then promote him. A man like that is just what the company needs."
Bob smiled to himself, noting the change in tone from the raging gypsy who had first burst into the room swearing revenge. Obviously the video made by Darius and Ryan had done the trick better than anyone could have hoped.
"But Darius and that boy of his," Randy said. "What the hell was that, using his boy to punish Seth? Hell, the kid's only been his boy for a day or two and he throws him in the deep end like that. What the hell was Darius thinking?"
"He was thinking like you, Randy. Isn't that how you've brought up your boy Pablo – included him in everything, made him copy you so he'd grow into a man as tough as you? What Darius did was a masterstroke. And you saw Ryan on the video – he was thrilled at becoming a part of the action."
"Yeah, I guess you're right ... I hate it that you're always right, so goddamn smart. You need to be cut down to size, you know that?"
"You just did that Randy – how soon they forget. But listen, about the next few days. Tuesday's a holiday so we're closing the office Monday as well, giving the guys two paid days off."
"Yeah, I'm doing the same with the sites. Those guys have worked so damn hard lately, a ton of overtime, they deserve a couple of days off with pay, spend with their families or whatever."
"Great, `cos Mario called me a while ago and he and Grady want to throw a party for the tribe at the Grady House on Monday, partly to welcome the new boy Ryan and partly to ease Seth back into the tribe. Danny and Seth will be leaving the beach Sunday evening and Danny asked if Seth could take him straight to the Grady House and help him prepare for the party."
"Yeah, OK, sounds like a plan. Me and Mark are due up there soon anyway to do our check of the security. Talking of security, you know how careful Mario is about protecting Grady's privacy, especially with new boys. Darius's kid don't know who Grady is yet but has Mario checked him out yet?"
"I told him I was pretty sure the boy would be discreet. He doesn't have friends outside the tribe that he would blab to, and if Darius tells him to keep quiet about Grady he will. But Mario asked us not to tell Ryan who Grady is yet. Mario will have one of those `casual chats' with Ryan when he gets there, and then let him meet Grady – let it be a surprise. OK, so next question. What you gonna do with this video, Randy?"
"Show it to Zack first as he was the other guy Seth slugged. See what he wants to do."
Bob grinned, "So you and Zack will watch it while you fuck Zack, is that the plan?"
"Nah, I save that treatment for you, buddy. Hey, you wanna go again?"
"Down, tiger, I got work to do coordinating with Mario on the party. I'm loaning him the twins and Will to help Danny with the food. After all that's happened it should be quite an event.
THE MYSTERY OF THE GRADY HOUSE
News of the big party was soon on the grapevine that stretched all the way to the foursome at the dunes. Danny was the first to know, of course, when Mario called to clear it with him and they arranged for Danny and Seth to return to the Grady House Sunday night.
Darius planned on bringing Ryan straight there on Monday morning, and Ryan had already been asking Darius questions. "Sir, I've heard several guys mention the Grady House, but it's like they don't wanna talk about it. Why is that?"
"Well, all I can tell you now is that it's named after a guy called Grady," Darius had said.
"He used to live there?"
"Still does. And Danny works for him and his lover Mario. They're great guys and Grady is ... well I won't say any more until I clear it with Mario. That's a treat you have in store for you."
Now Ryan was even more puzzled. "Only Grady I ever heard of is that movie star who plays Tarzan in that hit movie. I've seen it twice. He's so gorgeous ... I jerked off watching him both times. Have you seen it, sir?"
"Er, yeah I have. But we'll talk later, kiddo."
When news of the party came Darius told Ryan a bit more to prepare him. "The Grady House is a real big estate and the two guys live a kind of secluded life there, with Danny as house manager and chef, and their boy Brian, a young guy in a wheelchair. They love to give big parties for the whole tribe `cos Grady gets off on all the goings on in the tribe and loves to hear the latest gossip." And Ryan had to be content with that.
Meanwhile the rest of the weekend at the beach was idyllic, now that the whole punishment saga was over. Seth and Darius had bonded even closer during that experience and they and their boys had a blast the rest of their stay, surfing, jogging, eating and drinking – and laughing a whole lot.
Sunday evening came all too soon and Seth and Danny prepared to leave. Amid warm hugs and goodbyes Darius said, "Well, Seth, at least you're going back to L.A. and not whisking your boy off to parts unknown as you originally planned. Bob told me Randy was real impressed by that video we sent. You actually went up in Randy's esteem so you probably don't have to worry too much when you see him again. Drive safe – see you at the shindig tomorrow, dude."
Left alone at the beach Darius and Ryan spent the last night in their shack, having dinner on the porch watching a dramatic sunset, then making love in bed and talking late into the night. "Well kiddo," Darius said before they fell asleep, "you are well and truly part of the tribe now. And you've seen how things go in this crowd – when one chapter closes another one opens. Let's hope the next one's as good to us as this one was."
"As long as I'm with you, sir, it'll be great." Ryan snuggled against Darius. "Life's real good, ain't it, sir?"
RYAN VISITS THE GRADY HOUSE AT LAST
Next morning Ryan was sorry to leave the scene of so much joy and excitement for him. He had been butt-fucked for the first time, his dream of becoming Darius's boy had come true, and he had played a part with his new master in one of those rugged scenes the tribe was famous for.
The sadness of leaving was soon replaced by the thrill of sitting shoulder to shoulder with his master driving down the coast. It was a three-hour drive so it was around noon when they finally reached the city. And instead of driving to the tribe's compound Darius headed straight to the Grady House where he knew most of the guys would already be gathering.
"How you feeling kid?" Darius asked as he drove up the narrow winding road to the top.
"A bit nervous, sir. I mean, all those guys and their boys gathered together. I hope I can just fade into the background."
"Fat chance," Darius laughed and squeezed his thigh. "First of all you're the boy of Darius, and second of all you're a star of that video that most of the guys will have seen by now. So there's no way you're gonna shrink into the background, kid – not my boy."
"Sorry, sir." But still Ryan's uneasiness grew as Darius turned onto the long private road shaded by old trees. The house was shielded from view by high, dense hedges and by the big solid gates where they now drew up.
Darius reached out and pressed the button at the intercom. Ryan saw a camera atop the gate swing round to point at them and Brian's excited young voice came through the intercom. "Hey, Darius and Ryan at last. Welcome to the Grady House."
The gates swung open grandly and silently and Darius drove round to a large parking area where many other trucks and cars were parked. "OK, brace yourself kiddo, it's showtime," Darius grinned. "And listen, something I wanna tell you. While we're here you can do whatever you want with other guys. I want you to mix and get to know the guys in every way, OK?"
When they got out of the truck Ryan was intimidated by the size of the house and expansive grounds. Then they saw a boy in a wheelchair racing toward them round the side of the house.
"Hi, guys, you're here at last." Brian rolled up to Ryan and held out his hand. "Hi, I know you're Ryan, I seen you on that video, and I'm Grady's boy Brian. Dude you're even cuter than you were on the video." Ryan shook his hand shyly and Brian said, "Here comes Mario."
Walking toward them came Mario, with his square-cut Italian features and tousled black hair, stylishly dressed in casual tan slacks, slider sandals, and a collarless white linen shirt, hanging open and blowing softly in the breeze to reveal his naturally muscular chest.
"Ciao, Darius," he called out as he approached, then stopped six feet away from Ryan with a gleaming smile and held his arms out wide. "Ciao, bambino, vieni qui." Ryan walked hesitantly forward and Mario wrapped his arms round him. "Benvenuto a Casa Grady."
He pulled back, held Ryan's hands at arm's length and gazed at him. "Che bel ragazzo. But you know," he added in his lilting Italian accent, "I should not call you bambino after seeing you in that video. You were magnifico the way you made the macho Seth submit and pour his juice in your mouth. You are very definitely Darius's boy. You are lucky to have found him Darius."
"Tell me about it," Darius grinned.
"Come and meet everyone, Ryan. They can seem an intimidating crowd at first but don't be shy, they are a friendly bunch – and all wanting to meet the man of the hour." Mario took Ryan's hand and led him round the house to the front lawn where everyone was gathered. A cheer went up as Darius and Ryan appeared and all the junior boys mobbed Ryan, hugging him and congratulating him for the role he played in the video.
Standing back and watching, Mario said to Darius, "You must be so proud of him, amico. And I admire so much what you have done. That shy boy we first glimpsed at dinner with the tribe has been transformed into a confident young man almost overnight. Including him in your punishment of Seth was brilliant. You are a natural master."
Darius smiled at the compliment and Mario added, "With your permission, Darius, I would like to have the little chat I have with all newcomers to the Grady House and then send Ryan to find Grady who is dying to meet your boy and show him around the grounds. Is that OK?"
"Sure Mario. I just got through telling Ryan that I want him to mingle with the other guys as much as possible. I don't want him to cling only to me ... he has to be his own man. But it will be a shock when he meets the king of the jungle. He told me he went to see the Tarzan film twice and jerked off looking at Grady both times.
"I would not worry, Darius. Most people are shy when they first meet Grady but he has this knack of putting them at ease right away and becoming just one of the guys. I'm sure he'll do the same with Ryan."
Darius called over to the knot of boys. "Hey Ryan, come here a minute. Mario wants to meet you properly. Ryan broke free and came over to face Mario, who said in his charming Italian accent, "I am so glad you have become part of the tribe, amico, and I see you already have many friends. You probably have a lot of friends outside the tribe too, no?"
"Oh no, sir. I lived on my own before meeting Darius and I wasn't good at making friends. I was kinda shy."
"So you have not yet told your former friends about all the excitement that goes on in the tribe?"
"No one to tell, sir. And anyway Darius told me that what happens in the tribe stays in the tribe. I know how to keep my lips zipped, as Eddie puts it." He grinned and mimicked Eddie's well-known gesture of running his fingertips across his lips and twisting them at the corner like a key.
Mario laughed his silvery laugh. "Ah, how many times have I seen Eddie do that – it is his ... come si dice ... his trademark, no?"
"I guess so, sir." Ryan was fast losing his shyness with Mario and did not realize he had just passed Mario's test, to protect Grady's privacy. Mario smiled at Darius with a slight nod.
Ryan looked over at the crowd of men and asked, "Er, sir, is your friend Grady here?"
"Ah yes, I was coming to that. He is always late to these gatherings, but he has a good excuse. Every morning he swims a hundred laps in our lap pool – he has to keep his body in perfect shape – his job depends on it. But he gave me strict instructions that when you arrive here I was to send you to the pool, way over there near that big oak tree. Grady is very eager to meet you and to show you round the grounds. He is proud of the house and likes to show it off."
Ryan glanced at Darius, seeking his permission, and Darius grinned and ruffled the boy's hair. "Like I told you kiddo, while we're here you can do whatever you want with other guys, especially Grady. You do whatever comes naturally, but of course you don't do anything you don't want to. And when you come back I want to hear all the gory details, OK?"
"OK, thank you sir." He hugged Darius, then headed in the direction of the oak tree"
"He is a charming boy, Darius. Don't worry, Grady will take very good care of him."
Darius smiled, "Oh I have no doubt about that, Mario."
RYAN MEETS THE KING OF THE JUNGLE
Ryan felt strangely excited as he went to meet the man who nobody would really talk about. He had glimpsed him only fleetingly in the crowd at a big dinner the day he first got here, but he had been so focused on Darius then that he didn't notice much else.
As he got nearer to the pool he heard the rhythmic splash of a lap-swimmer and when he got there and looked down all he could see was the man's tanned, muscular arms and shoulders and his dark hair as he cut through the water with long, powerful strokes. He wasn't sure what he should do – call out or just wait?
The problem was solved when, on one of his turns at the end of a lap, Grady glimpsed the boy standing by the pool. He stopped swimming and flashed a smile, still neck deep in the water. "You're here! And I'm being very rude and ignoring you. Sorry, dude."
Grady braced his hands on the side of the pool, heaved himself out of it and stood facing Ryan, water streaming down his flawlessly sculpted body and handsome smiling face. Ryan's legs buckled and he almost collapsed. "But you're ... you're not are you? ... you can't be ..."
"Hey that's a pretty poor start if you don't even believe I'm me. Here, maybe this'll convince you." Grady cupped his hands round his mouth and gave a long, loud Tarzan yell that rang round the grounds. On the other side of the garden Mario smiled at Darius. "That's it, amico ... they're off and running."
"You are Tarzan," Ryan said ... and that loincloth you're wearing."
"I know, real corny ain't it? At the last minute I decided to wear it – stupid I know, but I wanted to impress you."
"Oh sir, you would impress me even if you weren't wearing it?"
Grady laughed, "You mean butt naked?"
"Oh no, sir ... I didn't ... I mean that would impress me too but I didn't mean ..." He trailed off and blushed deeply.
Grady's heart went out to the nervous boy and he smiled, "Come here kiddo." He wrapped his arms round him in a tight, wet hug. "Please don't be nervous. Everyone's always nervous and I want us to be real good friends."
Feeling the strong arms round him and hearing Grady's friendly voice Ryan slowly got over his initial shock, though he still could not believe he was in the arms of Tarzan, the magnificent man he had jerked off to looking up at the big screen. Grady pulled away at last and said, "Ah, now I've made your shirt all wet."
"That don't matter, sir, it's only an old T-shirt ... I didn't have time to put on something better."
"Never mind. Later on I'll take you upstairs and you can choose something from my closet – I've got about a million shirts." He tucked the shirt in the back of Ryan's shorts. "Great board shorts, kiddo. They really suit you."
Ryan smiled for the first time. "They were a present from Darius, sir."
"Ah, Darius. He's such a gorgeous stud. You must really love him a lot."
"He's my idol, sir, my hero. And I'm his boy."
"I know, dude, I saw the video. Man, you were great in that. I almost jerked off watching it."
"I did jerk off watching you in that movie, sir, twice."
"I'm really flattered, Ryan. But listen, I want to hear all about that video and everything that's happened to you since you met Darius. Here's the thing. I don't go out in public much `cos I get mobbed, so they keep me stashed away in this place and all I get is what we hear on the grapevine, though my boy Brian is good about giving me the latest gossip on the tribe.
"See, I love gossip Ryan, so while I show you around the grounds here you gotta tell me all about your life with Darius – starting from the beginning. Deal ...?"
"OK, sir." By now Grady's magic had worked and Ryan had lost his shyness. `Well, sir, I first saw Darius when he barged into the office and ..."
RYAN'S JUNGLE FANTASY
As they walked and Ryan talked, Ryan was impressed by the beautiful grounds and Grady was enchanted with the boy's story, a mix of love, discoveries, fun and first-time sexual adventures. The story ranged from the time Ryan had first fucked Darius on the tailgate of a truck, then sucked his cock while he (supposedly), slept and finally, tied to the bed, had taken Darius's cock (or four inches of it) in his ass and become his boy. Not to mention the punishment of Seth.
Grady was engrossed, asking many follow-up questions as the story poured out. But even as Ryan focused on telling his story he never lost sight of the incredible fact that he was strolling casually alongside the big-screen Tarzan, naked except for his loin cloth. Many fans lined up to get just a glimpse of him and here was Ryan chatting to him like a new best friend.
Except that most friends don't have a permanent boner when they chat, and Ryan was acutely aware of his. Sometimes when they brushed shoulders or when Grady tugged at his arm he thought he might cream his shorts, but he stifled the urge.
After Grady showed Ryan all over the grounds they came to a good-size pond that looked quite natural with reeds and overgrown grass, close to a stand of trees. "Mario just created this," Grady said proudly. "He's a wonderful landscape artist. You like it?"
Ryan stared at it wide eyed. "Sir, it looks just like ..."
"I know, right? Like the lake in the movie that Tarzan swims across and then gets captured by the soldiers and tied to a tree like that one over there and ..."
"And they try to get information from him, sir, and whip him until he sinks to his knees and ..."
"Like this, eh?" Grady grinned. He suddenly grabbed Ryan's wet T-shirt that he had earlier stuffed in his shorts and tied it in a loop. He leaned back against the tree and curled his arms round behind it. He wrapped the looped T-shirt round his wrists and twisted it tight to simulate captivity, tied to the tree.
"Oh," Ryan gasped, seeing the torture scene in the movie come to life. "That's the one I jacked off to in the theater, sir," he murmured.
"Yeah, hot scene, uh? Remember how they whipped him with their belts, but he wouldn't talk and he slid slowly down the tree exhausted, on his knees. Grady replayed the scene, his handsome face flying back and forth as if he were being whipped, then slowing sank to his knees, his bound wrists sliding down the tree behind him.
Feeling he had stepped right into the movie Ryan pulled his cock out of his shorts and stroked it. "Sir, could I cum watching you like I did in the movies?"
Grady looked up at him. "We did take after take and to keep up the energy I fantasized that the scene was not just a beating, it was sexual. Remember how they grabbed Tarzan's hair, pulled his face back and slapped it? In my imagination one of the soldiers pulled his cock out of his fatigues and rammed it in Tarzan's mouth. Hey Ryan, I saw what you did to Seth on the video. Please, kid, do it now."
Totally lost in the fantasy Ryan walked forward and grabbed Grady's thick dark hair. Grady's jaw sagged, he opened his mouth wide ...and Ryan pushed his cock in – just as he had done to Darius and then to Seth. He watched the chiseled features wince and the muscles flex as Grady pulled helplessly at his bound wrists behind the tree.
He was fucking Tarzan's face – that handsome, square jawed face he had stared up at on the big screen and jerked off. The garden surrounding them faded away and he was in the jungle where Tarzan was suffering the humiliation of being face-fucked. Grady played his part, struggling to get free and groaning into the gag of the cock filling his mouth. Ryan drove his cock in and out, but not too fast as he was so close to his climax.
Pretty soon his cock was shuddering and he pulled it out on the edge of orgasm. "No, don't cum, man," Grady moaned. "I submit, I'll give you what you want."
Tarzan just submitted?! Ryan stepped back and watched spellbound as an exhausted Tarzan slumped lower against the tree. His body slid forward on the ground until he was lying flat on his back, his arms stretched back on the ground. He had maneuvered his wrists so they were still tied behind the tree. The movement had dragged the loincloth off him so he was lying naked on the ground, his body stretched like a prisoner on the rack, his rigid cock pointing straight up.
"I always imagine the soldiers have beaten the information out of him and as a parting shot of revenge they perform the final act of degradation on the defeated Tarzan. They fuck his ass."
No, Ryan thought, he couldn't. But then he knew he had to. Grady was so incredibly sexy, the fantasy so real ... and Grady wanted it so bad. So did Ryan. Darius had told him he could do anything, whatever felt natural ... he couldn't refuse.
He knelt on the ground between Grady's legs and pushed them back, just as Darius had done to Ryan when he was tied to the bed, as Grady was tied now. Grady groaned, "You gonna fuck my ass?"
"Yeah." Ryan's cock was still wet from Grady's mouth and he pressed it against Grady's ass. The muscle-god was at his mercy, as Ryan had been as the mercy of Darius. Darius would want him to do this, he was sure. So he gazed down at the sculpted face, Tarzan's face, took a deep breath and plunged his cock in his ass.
"Aaaagh!" Tarzan yelled and his body flexed as the cock plunged inside him. Grady was living the fantasy of Tarzan being sexually abused by his tormentors who had beaten him into submission then lined up to fuck his ass. The fantasy for Ryan was visual – the homoerotic sight of the man he had gazed up at in the theater and jacked off. That man was now lying struggling in bondage beneath him and he was pounding his ass.
Holding back his orgasm Ryan prolonged the scene and made the thrill last for long minutes. But as he fucked he was so turned on by the real Grady that the fantasy began to fade and they slowly reverted to the reality of Grady and Ryan – the handsome movie star being fucked by the new boy to the tribe. And in a way that was even more exciting than the Tarzan make-believe.
Grady stared up at the Thai boy's eager face, with its high cheekbones and almond shaped eyes. Grady loved to take cock in his ass, especially from the alpha men of the tribe like the construction bosses Randy and Zack and the cop Mark. But he also loved the boys, who fucked with the wide-eyed eagerness of youth, staring down in disbelief that they were actually inside the beautiful man they idolized.
Grady loved the awestruck look of discovery on Ryan's face and smiled, "That feels so good, Ryan, you are such a handsome boy. I think I can cum without touching my cock."
"I'm really close, sir. Your ass is so hot. You think those guys made Tarzan shoot when they fucked him in turn?"
"Sure they did, and he shot a massive load like I'm gonna do now." His muscles flexed, his arms stretched up like he was writhing on a rack, and his handsome face thrashed from side to side. "Fuck me, boy. Let me feel your jizz in my ass ... Yeah ... yeah ... Aaagh."
Ryan stared down in disbelief as the naked muscle-god arched upward and his cock blasted semen all over his ripped body. For Ryan it was the climax of the movie, where Tarzan is forced into the ultimate act of submission by spraying semen over himself. Ryan yelled, his cock swelled and erupted in Grady's ass.
He had fucked Tarzan! He was cumming in his ass as he lay bound and naked on the ground. Ryan reached down, scooped up Grady's cum from the cleft between his pecs and pushed his fingers into Grady's mouth who slurped in his own cum.
At last it was over and Grady smiled up at Ryan. "You are terrific sex, kiddo, with all that energy and imagination. You and Darius are gonna have such a great time ... he's a lucky man."
Grady untwisted the T-shirt behind him and freed his wrists. He leaped to his feet and pulled Ryan up into a tight hug.
When he pulled away he was still holding the remains of the T-shirt and he grinned ruefully. "Ruined. Sorry about that, Ryan, but I'm gonna take you upstairs and find you a shirt to go with those handsome board shorts. I assume you're gonna keep wearing them."
"Of course, sir. They were a present from Darius."
Grady picked up the ripped loincloth and gave it to Ryan. "There, a keepsake of the day you fucked Tarzan in the butt." He put his arm round him and together they walked to the house."
A RINGSIDE SEAT
Ryan was stunned by the interior of the house as they went up the grand curved staircase and along the wide hall to the master suite. Equally amazing was the huge walk-in closet where there seemed to be an endless array of shirts grouped by color.
"Let's see, now, light blue shorts so ... how about one of these Hawaiian shirts, the one with all the blue and brown? They'd look great together." Ryan put it on and smiled at himself in the mirror. "Looks real good, sir. I'll give it back after ..."
"Kiddo, it's yours. It's the least I can do after that incredible fuck. Talking of which, maybe I should get my own back by fucking you right here in the closet, eh?"
"I'd love to, sir, but I think I should be getting back to Darius."
Grady laughed, "Of course you must. I was just kidding – though we will fuck again, and soon."
Just then there was an insistent knock at the door and Brian's voice said, "Sir, can me and Darius come in? There's something you gotta see."
"Of course, kid, you know you can." Brian wheeled himself in followed by Darius who flashed a smile at his boy. "Not interrupting anything I hope."
"No, sir, we've finished." He flung his arms round Darius and his eyes sparkled. "I fucked Tarzan, sir ... in the ass,"
Darius laughed. "Well I should think so. A boy of mine meets the King of the Jungle, of course he fucks him. I would."
"Any time you like, big guy," Grady grinned. "OK, so what's all this we gotta see, Brian?"
"Over here, sir, come to the window."
All four went to the window and looked down at the secluded patch of lawn, the scene of many previous sexual encounters. Randy and Zack were there ... and then Seth appeared.
"This is it, sir," Brian said excitedly. "We all know Seth got punished by Darius and Ryan, but we also knew that Randy and Zack had to have their private revenge on him for slugging them both. This is the first time they've met since Seth stormed off the construction site. Look at them circling round each other, they seem real tense. And we've got a ringside seat."
TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 487
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