A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 509 By Rob Williams
Chapter 509 – "ACTION-STAR GRADY & DOC CHAD"
IN THIS CHAPTER:
Grady, the rugged young action-star of the popular Tarzan movies, has injured himself on location abroad. When he gets home his first need is to make love to his handsome Italian lover Mario. Then he asks the hunky square-jawed Doctor Chad to treat his injury. But no one tells Chad that Grady is famous, and when the truth comes out the horny Grady tries to sexually seduce the reticent, macho Dr. Chad. ___________________________________________________________________
IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER
The latest drama to rock the boat in the tribe had been the abusive behavior of its leader Randy and his adopted son Pablo. But the worst was over and the waters had calmed, it seemed.
Pablo, the construction company's chief mechanic, had struck his boy Tyler and fought with the Marine Hassan. Pablo had lost that fight and, to his credit, sought anger management therapy from the tribe's shrink Dr. Steve. The love between Pablo and Tyler was still rock-solid.
Randy, the construction company's boss had been under pressure to complete a major project on schedule and, in a stress-fueled rage, had insulted the young freckle-faced chef Will. Will was one of Randy's favorite boys in the tribe and the big powerful gypsy felt deep remorse for what he had done. At Will's suggestion Randy had taken him to bed where his tenderness and sexual magnetism reinforced his love for the boy.
So peace was restored, and Randy was now even more solicitous of the young chef's well-being. As Will lay in his arms he said, "I wanna make sure you're happy with your life here with us, kiddo? I mean, we're not working you too hard, are we?"
"I'm happier than I've ever been in my life sir. I love the twins and Bob and my dad Seth and my dog Norman... and you, of course, sir. You're all my family. As for working too hard that's not possible `cos I love being in the kitchen – it's my kingdom. And tomorrow I'm going up to the Grady House to help Danny in his kitchen to prepare for the big party."
"What big party?"
"Didn't you know, sir?
"Hell, I've been so engrossed in my work lately that I'm too tired for gossip when I get home late. So after I've made love to Bob I go right to sleep. So fill me in, kid."
Well, sir, you know Grady's been filming his Tarzan stuff abroad in ... Costa ... something. ..."
"Costa Rica?"
"Yeah that's the one, sir – the place with real jungles. Seems he got injured on the last day there doing some stunt in the jungle – not badly injured but enough to keep him off work for a week or two. When he gets back home Mario wants to throw a big party for him while he's resting up."
"Hmm, now I think of it, it's been a long time since we were all up in the Grady House."
"That's right, sir. It was even before Doctor Chad came here, and the joke is that the doc don't know anything about Grady – that he's this big movie star and stuff. Seems Chad is not a big movie fan so he's probably never seen one of Grady's films."
"So he's in for a big surprise, eh kiddo, and we're in for a lot of fun. Grady is such a hunk and a great fuck, so I could sure go a few more rounds with him. In the meantime we've had ourselves our own little party here ain't we? I'll sleep the rest of the night with you and in the morning I'll wake you up in my own special way – and you know what that means."
"You know, sir? I'm kinda glad you yelled at me, `cos this has been great. Making up after a fight is always kinda special ain't it? Hmm ... you feel real good, sir." Will laid his head on the gypsy's hairy chest and he was asleep in seconds.
========= CHAPTER 509 =========
<><> WAITING FOR GRADY <><>
By next morning the clouds that had been hanging over the tribe had lifted.
Randy was now confident that his construction project would be completed on time for the City inspectors, and their pledge of future government contracts was assured. And young Will couldn't wait to tell the tribe's other leader Bob and the twins of his night spent with Randy.
Bob's boys, the twins Kyle and Kevin, were thrilled that their boy Will was so happy and they helped him pack everything he needed for his trip up to the Grady House for pre-party planning.
As Randy had said to Will, it was quite some time since any of the tribe had gone up to the Grady House, the large property of movie heartthrob Grady and his handsome Italian lover Mario. For the last couple of weeks Grady had been on location in Costa Rica where actual jungle scenes for the latest Tarzan epic were shot in that country's jungle and rain forest.
Mario had reported that he was due home today – and not in the best shape. Details were sketchy but it seemed that right at the end of the shoot a stunt had gone wrong and Grady had fallen heavily. When he called Mario he typically made light of his injury, but he was being flown home in one of the studio's private jets.
"I should be able to work in a couple of weeks and meanwhile they'll shoot scenes I'm not in. The good news is it means you and me have a two-week vacation together – no work. So what better time for a party, amico? Can we have a party? Please ..."
Mario loved that fun-loving little boy in Grady pleading for a party. And of course. Mario had acquiesced – "provided you're careful and don't aggravate the injury. You'll need a doctor to check on it regularly and I'll call down to Bob and the twins to ask if Will can come up and help Danny in the kitchen and start to make plans.
The twins had agreed to loan out Will to help plan the party and they offered to come up too on the day of the party to help in the kitchen. As Will drove up the winding hill to the Grady House estate he felt light of heart. He was a positive-thinking boy and disliked any discord in the tribe. Now his friend Tyler had patched things up with his hero Pablo, and Randy had made love to Will and promised to get anger therapy from Doc Steve.
So all had come right in Will's world and now he faced the excitement of working in the Grady House. His self-esteem got a boost when other houses specifically asked for him, though he always felt slightly in awe of the sprawling estate with its imposing house.
However, any apprehensiveness was dispelled when he pressed the gate buzzer and Brian's excited voice came from the intercom. "Hey, Will, long time no see. Come straight in, dude."
The gates swung open silently and majestically and Will drove his small truck to the parking area behind the house. As soon as he got out Brian came racing up to him in his wheelchair and Will bent down and kissed him. "Dude," Brian said, "it's been so long since you were here and I have soooh much to tell you."
Will unloaded the extra kitchen equipment and food he had brought and piled some of it in Brian's lap. They went straight to the kitchen where the young, blond house-chef Danny was already working. Danny was also the house manage – Brian was Grady's boy and assistant manager. While Brian and Will stashed away all the equipment Danny filled Will in.
"We're expecting Grady to get here soon. He flew on the studio's private jet from Costa Rica. He rarely flies commercial anymore, they won't let him, though he would love to `cos he says he meets more people that way. So he lives his life in a kind of bubble. His contact with others is controlled by the studio's public relations guys – giving interviews and stuff.
"That's why he values his home life here so much with Mario and us, especially when he can invite all the tribe here. That's his family where he's treated like just one of the guys – he loves that he can blend into the crowd and forget all that `celebrity crap' as he calls it. Mario's the gatekeeper, of course – he strictly controls Grady's privacy."
"I know," Will said. "Bob and Randy have given strict instructions that no one talks about Grady and blows his cover. We can't even tell new guys to the tribe who Grady is until they've been cleared by Mario. Like the latest guy to join us, Doctor Chad. He's never been up here and still don't know that Grady plays Tarzan in the movies. But what about this accident on location? Is Grady hurt bad?"
"Probably not too bad," Danny said. "Mario might not be telling us the whole story, though, `cos he don't want to upset us. But I could see how worried he was. See, Grady is Mario's whole life and Mario is his. Seems like every time they see each other they fall in love all over again. I bet, when he gets here, the first thing he'll want to do is take Mario to bed and make love."
Just then Mario himself came into the kitchen and his fine, dark Italian features broke into a smile when he saw Will. Ciao, bambino, benvenuto a casa. It has been so long since you were here and you are handsomer than ever. Rumor has it that you slept last night with that big gorgeous gypsy Randy. When Grady gets here he will want all the details. You know how he loves gossip and has been starved for it these last few weeks." Will grinned and blushed.
"Danny," Mario continued in his lilting Italian accent, "Grady just called from the limo and he'll be here in ten minutes. Por favor go upstairs and bring down Brain's spare wheelchair in case he needs it. Then I would like us all to go to the gate to welcome him home.
<><> A BROKEN VINE <><>
A few minutes later they were all at the gate when the limo pulled up. Danny opened the door of the limo and the first things to emerge were crutches, then Grady's legs, the right ankle heavily bandaged and with a walking brace. Grady emerged and Mario and Danny reached to support him but he smiled broadly and said, "No, no, let me do it – I've got pretty good at his."
He clumsily hooked the crutches under his armpits, swayed a bit, and leaned perilously forward. Disaster was voided by Mario, Danny and Will pushing back on his chest. "Basta, basta, that does it," Mario said sternly and pulled the spare wheelchair close. "Sit!"
"Yes, master," Grady grinned and sat heavily in the chair. He looked at Brian whose wheelchair was next to his. "Hey, kiddo, I missed you so bad. And now here I am same as you. Hey, looks pretty good from down here, eye-level with guys' crotches. Now I know why you always have a permanent boner. Here, give us a kiss." Grady leaned sideways, pulled Brian toward him and kissed him. OK, kid, now I want all the scandals – I am so far behind on the gossip."
"No, assolutamente no.! Upstairs first, rest and then gossip if you're good."
"Hey amico, haven't you left out something before all that? Damn, I knew it, you don't find me sexy anymore with this stupid boot on do you? OK, I'll take it off. Hey Will, glad to see you up here, kiddo, cuter than ever. You'll help me take this damn thing off won't you?"
"Boys," Mario insisted, "pay no attention to him. He's always like this. Probably delirious from the pain meds."
As the little entourage moved slowly forward Will said shyly, "How did it happen, sir?"
"Ah, the damndest thing. It was the very last shot. I was high on a tree branch and had to grab a dangling vine and swing to the ground – done it a million times before. But they are always actual ropes made to look like vines. But this was the real jungle and by mistake I grabbed a real vine that snapped and sent me crashing to the ground. Don't believe everything you see in the movies, guys – those tree vines would never support Tarzan or anyone else."
"How bad were you injured, sir?" asked Danny.
"I was lucky the ground wasn't too hard. I ended up with a badly sprained ankle and a torn ligament. Also a bruised butt, but don't let that put you off, Mario, you can still bang away at it all you like. In fact I insist."
As usual, Grady had turned what could have been a tense moment into an occasion for fun and their laughter rang round the garden as they made their way into the house and up in the elevator.
A few minutes later Grady was on the bed in the master suite. They had helped him off with his clothes and he now wore only his usual black briefs that were not unlike his Tarzan loincloth. Despite the incongruous boot his athletic body looked flawless as usual and once again the boys could see just why movie audiences went wild for him.
"Boys," Mario smiled, "I wanna thank you for all your help, I'm so glad you were all here. But I think I can take it from here. I'll buzz down if we need anything."
"Thanks guys," Grady echoed. "And gossip later eh, Brian? I can't wait."
<><> SAFE FROM THE WORLD <><>
The doors closed quietly behind the departing boys and Mario sat on the bed gazing down at his lover's handsome face. "Now, amico, it's just us two. Tell me how you are really feeling."
"I'm feeling fine, really. I ... I ... er ..." His voice faltered and tears began to flow. Mario lay down beside him and Grady sobbed in his arms. "I'm sorry, Mario, I didn't mean to do this ... I've held it together for so long. I have to – they depend on me. The crew take their cue from me – if I don't hang tough they don't. But it gets real hard, and when I see you ..."
"When you see me it means you are home, amico, and you can let it all out ... let it go."
Gradually Grady's sobs died down. "You don't know how tough those location shoots are ... well of course you do, you're the only one who knows 'cos you're the only one I can tell. It's pretty rugged down there in the jungle – no trailers, only tents – and then to cap it all this stupid accident. But the crew takes good care of me – they're a great bunch of guys and they like me.
"The studio sees dollar signs every time they look at me so they're very protective of their investment – you know, private jet and everything. But buddy, I missed you so bad. All I wanted was you. I felt so alone in my tent I used to jerk off every night thinking about you."
"Well now I am here, amore, you`re safe now. So what can I do for you?"
Grady grinned through his tears. "You don't have to ask that, Mario – you know damn well what I want. But first can you take off that silly boot? The docs said I only need it for walking."
It was easy to undo the Velcro straps and remove the boot, leaving just the heavy bandage. Then Mario said, "If you want what I think you want, is it OK for you to raise your leg?"
"Sure. The docs said I should keep it raised. I spent most of the six-hour flight on my back with my leg raised. Apart from the flight attendant the only other passenger was my young Public Relations assistant who kept asking what I needed. He was kinda cute and I almost asked him to ... nah, just kidding. I saved it for you, buddy. I closed my eyes and dreamed of this moment."
Mario smiled. "Well, I will try my best to make your dream come true, mi amore." He stood up and slowly unbuttoned his floppy white linen shirt and let it drop on the floor.
"Oh fuck ..." Grady gazed up at the shirtless Italian with his darkly handsome Mediterranean features, tousled black hair and flawlessly muscled torso. He held his breath as Mario slipped off his slider sandals, untied the drawstring of his beige linen loungers and let them drop too.
Naked except for white briefs, Mario smiled down at wide-eyed Grady who said, "Dude, you better get on the bed right now or I'll cream my briefs just staring at you."
"We cannot have that, amore. That is not what you flew six hours for." Mario reached down and slid Grady's briefs down his legs. His long rigid dick sprang up like a pole and Mario chuckled. "Your fall from the tree left your most important equipment intact, I see."
"Intact and raring to go. Come on dude – I showed you mine, now you show me yours."
Mario pushed down his briefs and teased Grady by stroking his own cock. `I too could ejaculate just by staring at you, bell-uomo."
"Please, Mario, you're driving me crazy."
"Do not panic, amico. In Italy we call it i preliminari ... foreplay."
"Yeah, and in America we call it cock-teasing. Please, man, cut to the chase. I want it so bad."
Mario knelt on the bed and carefully pushed Grady's injured leg back. He spat in his hand and pushed two wet fingers gently into his ass. "Oh ... oh yeah," Grady gasped. "That's it dude, that's hitting the spot. Fuck me, Mario. Please ... I want it so bad."
Mario eased his cock between the cheeks of Grady's perfect ass, over the sphincter and slowly deep inside. Grady's handsome face rolled from side to side and he groaned, "Oh man, you don't know how I've missed you – missed this. Kiss me, buddy. That's what I fantasized about in my tent – you kissing me while you fucked me."
Mario smiled as he bent down and kissed Grady's cheek, his eyes and then his lips in an increasingly passionate kiss. He felt Grady's body relax under him, felt the tension of the last weeks drain away as they were reunited physically, spiritually and sexually.
Mario's face pulled back but stayed inches away from Grady's as they stared deep into each other's eyes. "Fuck that feels good, Mario. I love you so much, man. I couldn't do all this without you, I'd chuck it all in and walk away from the fame, the money everything. I couldn't go on without you."
"And you won't have to amore because I will always be here to love you and give you whatever you want."
Gradually Mario increased the pace and force of his cock driving into his lover's ass and Grady reached up and ran his hands over the silky smoothness of Mario's flesh – his broad shoulders, chest and washboard abs. He traced the ridges of his abs, then clamped his palms over his solid pecs, feeling his muscles ripple under the skin.
Transported into the private world only they shared, Grady left behind the memories of his trip and the pressures of his job and his life. Here he was not a celebrity, a heartthrob only to Mario.
For what seemed like an eternity they made love with their cocks, their eyes and their mouths that kissed, licked and nibbled at every part of the other's body – two beautiful young men oblivious that they were at the center of a world of affluence and fame. None of that mattered – they could have been anywhere. All that mattered was right here, just them, making love.
But inevitably their pent-up passion had to find explosive relief. "Mario, I want to cum without touching myself. I love it when you make me do that."
"Va bene, amore," Mario smiled. "It shall be just as you want. Just look into my eyes."
Grady's groans got louder, more urgent as he was intoxicated by the sight of the handsome Italian face staring down at him, his curly black hair falling over his brow as his body rose and fell above him. He felt Mario's cock swell in his ass and heard him say, "I love you so much, amico. I'm going to cum inside you. Let me watch you spill your juice all over that gorgeous body. Always together, amico – always."
"Aaaah!" They sighed in unison as they reached their climax together, Mario pouring his juice inside his lover whose cock spurted cum over his flexed abs and chest.
As their panting subsided Mario smiled. "Now you are home, amico, home with me ... no more tears ... you are safe from the world."
<><> "I GOTTA FIND A DOC I LIKE <><>
Mario pulled out slowly and gently lowered Grady's leg. "How does it feel, Grady? Does it hurt or throb?"
"It's about the only part of me that wasn't throbbing," Grady grinned roguishly.
"But you must rest it and be good, and let us all take care of you."
Grady grimaced. "But the studio wants a doctor to come and check on me every day. You know how I hate it when strangers come here – we have to be on our best behavior. I pleaded with them and they finally relented, said I could choose a doctor provided they got daily reports.
"They've got so much riding on me, Mario, that's where the pressure is. I haven't told you yet but they told me they had plans for me after this latest Tarzan flick wraps in about a month."
"I'm sure they do, amico. I read somewhere that you are one of Warners biggest money-makers. So what's the plan? Another Tarzan saga?"
"No, they wanna give the Tarzan franchise a rest for a while and what they call `broaden my range'. Kinda interesting really. Seems they're gonna change my loincloth for red lifeguard board shorts. They want me to star as a lifeguard in a new action movie they're developing. My agent is thrilled, she says the money will be through the roof now I'm such a big name.
"I like the idea, too. It would give me a chance to show off my acting chops rather than just grunting `Me Tarzan' and swinging from trees. You know, dialogue with friendly lifeguards and unfriendly bad guys, a love interest – humor too. There's not much humor in Tarzan, just my scenes with the chimp, and the chimp always steals those scenes
"It's a blockbuster budget, they're going all out. Trouble was they were thinking of shooting it in Florida or Hawaii – even Australia. But they settled on local beaches – Malibu, Zuma, Santa Monica – meaning I won't have to leave home. `Course, most of the picture I'll be in just board shorts – the bronzed California beach lifeguard – so I better up my gym sessions with Randy. That's why they're so concerned about the injury. They don't want a limping lifeguard. I gotta find a doc I like, pronto.
"Hmm," Marios smiled, "one who specializes in sports injuries. Has to have a good reputation too to keep the studio happy. Anyone come to mind?" Grady shrugged, looking blank. "Stupido," Mario laughed, "there will be one up here at the party. Doctor Chad!"
"Chad? You mean the guy who just became Adam's lover?"
"Of course. He's just perfect. He's the head of surgery at the hospital he works at and his specialty is sports injuries. I don't think you've actually met him yet."
"I glimpsed him at his and Adam's big housewarming party but there was such a crush I didn't get a good look. Kinda cute, as I recall."
"The phrase `Greek God' is the one that usually comes to mind, amico. But don't get too excited. Word is that Chad and Adam are, how you say, monogamo – monogamous? The other bonus is that he doesn't know who you are – I mean that you're a movie star and all. You know how discrete the guys are about that. They take their cue from me and I haven't told him. Apparently Chad never goes to the movies so he wouldn't even recognize you."
"Now you've got me interested, buddy. You know how I love it when someone don't know about the celebrity thing, and they like me for just me. When they find out it kinda fucks everything up, changes their whole attitude."
"Perfetto, amico. Leave everything to me. I'll run it by Bob first. Could be the answer."
<><> A GOOD OLD GOSSIP <><>
There was a timid knock on the door and Mario said, "Come in – it's safe, we're decent, kind of."
The door was shoved wide and Brian wheeled himself in with a large tray on his tray table. Unfazed by the sight of two naked men he said, "Sirs, Danny and Will made some lunch for you. Is this a good time?"
"Perfect timing," Brian, we just finished."
"For now ..." Grady grinned. "But sex always gives me a big appetite, so bring it on, kiddo."
Brian wheeled over to the bed but Mario got up. Mi scusi, signori, but I'm afraid I have to love you and leave you. I have to make some phone calls and check on the catering plans Danny and Will are making for the party."
"OK," Grady pouted, "be a party pooper, see if I care. But Brian you have to stay `cos guess what? It's gossip time! I have been so out of the loop these past weeks, stuck in that jungle where, contrary to common belief, there are no jungle drums pounding out the local gossip. So get that sweet ass over here on the bed, kiddo, and fill me in."
Mario shrugged. "Better do what he says, bambino, or there'll be no living with him." Brian hauled himself out of his chair and scrunched over on the bed next to Grady. They sat propped up on pillows, Mario put the tray on their laps and grinned, "Just like two gossiping old ladies."
"Go!" Grady said. "We have serious work to do here. And only come back when you're horny." Mario loved seeing Grady like this, with the boy he loved, and left with a satisfied smile.
"OK, eat up kiddo and let's get down to business. Last I heard was something about Pablo going off the rails."
"It all started, sir, when Pablo came across his boy Tyler in the garden and guess what? He was giving Hassan a blowjob."
"No kidding!" Grady gasped wide-eyed and dropped his fork. "Pablo must a' gone apeshit."
"You got that right, sir. He attacked Hassan, but you don't mess with a Marine. He forced Pablo to the ground and pressed his boot on his chest. Pablo hated getting beat so he ran upstairs and slapped Tyler around ..."
"No! One of the biggest no-no's in the tribe," Grady said, "hurting your own boy."
"Right again, sir. Well, Tyler ran off to Doc Steve's house and Bob gave Pablo an epic tongue lashing and made him promise to get therapy from Doc Steve. Anyway, long story short ..."
"Not too short, kid ..."
"I'll give you the outline first, sir, then fill in the details. So Steve put Pablo through the mill and made him see his bad behavior was all based on fear. As for Randy, he went to get revenge on Hassan. He was gonna beat up on the Marine but Hassan calmed him down and they settled everything by Hassan being forced to watch while Randy fucked his boy Eddie."
"Tied up?" Grady eyes gleamed.
"Hassan? Oh yes, sir, tied to a chair. Well of course Eddie loved it, especially when Randy made him suck Hassan's cock. So that settled that, but then a whole new drama started. Randy was stressed out about finishing a project on schedule and started ranting and raving and was even mean to Will. I mean Will, sir, who Randy really loves. But all that got sorted out when Randy took Will to bed." Brian stopped and took a big mouthful of food.
"So?" Grady gaped. "And that's it? That's all the gossip you got for me?"
"Well, like I said, sir, that's just the outline. There's a whole lot of stuff in between."
"That's the stuff I want, kiddo. All of it." Grady smiled, pulled Brian's head toward him and kissed him. "Dude, it is so good to see you. I've missed the hell out of you and our little chats. OK, we've got all the time in the world now, so eat your food before it gets cold, and then I want the whole sordid story, every last gory detail. Don't leave anything out – I can take it."
Brian giggled. "OK, sir. Here goes ..."
<><> JUST A STUNTMAN <><>
While Brian was entertaining Grady Mario was downstairs on the phone to Bob, who thought that enlisting Chad's medical help was an obvious solution. "I think he's at the hospital today but here's his cell number."
Mario got through right away. "Ciao, Chad, it's Mario, calling about my friend Grady." He explained the situation but omitted the Tarzan-swinging-from-a-vine part. He merely said that Grady worked at Warner Studios."
"Of course I'll help," Chad said. "We see a lot of those stuntmen from Warners, they're always twisting or breaking something. Matter of fact I just got out of surgery. Just gotta check on the patient when he comes to and then I'll come right up there. I'll need the address, though."
"Molto, molto grazie, amico." Mario told him how to get to the house and Chad said he'd be there within the hour. After consulting with Danny and Will in the kitchen Mario went back up to the master bedroom. At the door he smiled as he heard Brian's voice and Grady's excited gasps.
He went in but Grady put up a hand. "Wait a minute dude, we're just coming to the juicy grand finale. So, kiddo, Will actually let Randy fuck him even though he'd insulted the kid?"
"Oh, you know Will, sir, he loves Randy and knew it was only work pressure that made him go crazy. And anyway Will loves getting fucked by Randy – most guys do."
"Yeah, tell me about it," Grady said with a faraway look in his eyes. "So that's it? You brought me up to date? What a story ... man it never ends. So, Brian, who's gonna be the next subject of tribe gossip – what's your guess?"
"Well, sir," Brian blushed, "prob'ly you, sir. That would be my bet."
"And you'd most likely be right, Brian," Mario interjected. "I'm sorry to interrupt this epic but I do have news. Grady, I spoke to Doctor Chad and he'll be here within the hour. And no, I didn't – how you say – blow your cover? I just said you worked at Warner Studios. I think he assumed you're a stuntman, hence the injury. He treats a lot of stunt guys from that studio."
"Good, let him go on thinking that – just a humble stuntman. Although there's nothing humble about a stunt double. Damn, those guys carry the picture."
"I better get downstairs and help the other guys," Brian said. "Don't want to get into trouble."
"If they give you any grief, kiddo, blame it on me. Just say I needed a distraction from all the pain and insisted you tell me a story." Seeing Mario's disapproving frown Grady said, "What? No, I'm not telling the boy to lie. It's almost true. I did need a distraction. You sure distracted me, Mario, and then I did insist that Brian tell me a story. And what a story. I hope there's more where that came from, kid."
Brian grinned impishly. "Depends on what you do next, sir. You're the star now."
<><> NO HANKY-PANKY <><>
On his drive up the winding hill Chad checked in by phone with his Aussie lover Adam, as he did several times a day, and explained where he was going and why. "Well, mate, you're definitely the man for the job. Er, did Mario tell you about Grady's job?"
"Only that he works at Warners. We see lots of stuntmen from there – injures are all part of the job for those guys. Tough way to make a living."
"I, er, guess so, Chad. Er, I just wanna say one thing. Before you and I met I fucked Grady several times. He may look like a macho stud but, man, does he like to take it up the butt! I guess what I'm saying, buddy, is that a lot of guys in the tribe have had sex with Grady so, er, if you feel so inclined go right ahead, you'd love it. Just as long as you spend the evening with me by the fire as usual."
"I'll be there, buddy, you know I will. As for me and Grady, I don't think that's likely. You see one stuntman you seen them all."
After he rang off Adam grinned to himself. He was playing the same game as all the other guys in the tribe – keeping Chad in the dark. Boy, did he have a surprise coming.
When Chad pulled up at the house he was surprised by the impressively solid twin gates. He pressed the intercom buzzer and a young voice said, "Hello, Doctor Chad. Welcome to the Grady House. Inside the gate turn right and park behind the house and I'll come and meet you."
The gates swung silently open and as Chad drove in he was amazed at the size and opulence of the house. Hm, he thought, didn't know stuntmen earned that much. Probably Mario's money mostly – he looked like a real classy guy. He parked as instructed, grabbed his doctor's bag and got out as a boy in a wheelchair came speeding toward him. He recognized Brian whom he had met briefly before."
"Hello, sir," Brian smiled, gazing up at the handsome doctor still in his dark green hospital scrubs. If you follow me I'll take you straight up to the patient. Chad strode beside him to the house and Brian's cock was already hard being so close to the sexy doc who all the boys agreed was totally hot.
They went up in the elevator and Brian led Chad to the double doors of the master bedroom at the end of the long corridor. They went in and Brian said, "Sir, this is Doctor Chad. I'll leave you to it ... if you need anything just ring."
Grady was propped up in the bed wearing just his boxer shorts and the doctor walked up to him with a smile. Grady looked up at the chiseled, square- jawed features and the obviously muscled body under the short-sleeved scrubs. "Holy shit, doc, you're fucking gorgeous. Greek God was right."
A little embarrassed Chad shook Grady's hand. "Well, you're not exactly chopped liver, man."
"So I've been told," Grady sighed. "Sometimes I wish I were."
Chad let that cryptic remark go and said, "So let me get a look at that leg. Tell me how you injured it."
"I fell out of a tree, doc," Grady grinned.
"That's a little boy's trick. Bit old for climbing trees aren't you?"
"Yeah, I'm trying to give it up." Chad smiled as he leaned down and gently pressed the thick bandage. He unwound it and felt all round the ankle and flexed the foot gently, asking which angles hurt. He couldn't help noticing as he bent over him that the bulge in Grady's shorts was getting bigger. It didn't seem to faze Grady whose smile just got bigger too.
Clearing his throat Chad said, "It feels like a bad sprain but I have to know how badly the ligament is torn and the only way to do that is an X-ray. Here's what I recommend. I can run you down to my hospital for the X-ray, it's not far, and then decide on a course of treatment."
"But I can come home again, can't I?" Grady said with some alarm.
"Of course, you won't need to be admitted. I can treat you here, though it'll probably mean daily visits for physical therapy."
"Oh, I can handle that, doc, definitely."
Chad cleared his throat. "Er, there's one thing I have to make clear first, Grady. You are just an employee at the studio and I'm your doctor. There's a strict protocol for doctor/patient relations and it does not include any ..."
"Any hanky-panky? I get it, doc, and I'll be a good boy, promise. But ... fess up, doc. You gotta feel something under those sexy scrubs, don't you?"
Chad didn't answer but blushed deeply. "I'll take that as a yes, doc," Grady grinned. "Sorry, just had to check – call it professional pride."
"Grady, I can't be your doctor if ..."
"I know, I know, Chad. I can call you Chad can't I? I'm sorry. I really, really need you though, I gotta get better fast. I promise – no more hanky-panky – promise."
Like so many men before him Chad was won over by Grady's easy-going charm, not to mention his stunning good looks. He managed a smile. "OK, Grady, just so we understand each other. I'll just put a temporary bandage on this, and the boot, and then do you think Mario and Brian can help us down to my car?"
<><> THE TRUTH COMES OUT <><>
When Grady was safely in Chad's car Mario said goodbye to Chad with effusive thanks. "Grazie mille, amico." You have gone ... how you say ... over and above the call of duty – home visit, transportation to and from the hospital. I know Grady is grateful and relieved, though he may not express it, he makes light of everything."
"Yeah, I noticed. He can get pretty frisky."
"What we call vivace. It's just that when he gets home after work he needs to let off steam after all the pressure. Please excuse him if he ... how you say ... comes on a bit strong sometimes?"
"Nothing I can't handle, Mario," Chad said, charmed by the handsome Italian's old-world courtesy and lilting accent. "We better get going."
On the short drive to the hospital Grady asked many questions about Chad's work, a curious attempt, Chad thought, to steer the conversation away from his own work as a stuntman. And when they arrived at the hospital and approached the crowded main entrance Grady said, "Er, doc, is there something like a back door we could use?"
Puzzled, Chad replied. "Really? Ah I get it, bit tough stuntmen don't like being seen hobbling in on crutches, eh? Sure, there's a side entrance I usually use. I'll drive round there."
He helped Chad out of the car and a male nurse, seeing it was the boss, came up with a walker and helped Grady inside. "Straight to X-ray please, Ted." As they moved slowly along the hall Chad sensed a slight buzz among the staff, more than he usually got as head of surgery.
When they reached the imaging room he gave the technician instructions on what he wanted, then someone brought a wheelchair for Grady while he waited till they were ready for him.
Again Chad noticed a heightened level of excitement among the staff gathered in clusters, and a nurse came up to him. "Er, doctor, is Grady going to be a patient here? We're so excited. I suppose it would be against the rules to ask for his autograph or even a photo with him?"
Chad frowned. "Why? I don't get it."
The nurse opened her eyes wide. "You don't know who he is, sir? That's Grady – Tarzan. You haven't seen his movies? He' a great big star, world-wide, major heartthrob. I can't believe he's actually here in our hospital."
Chad looked along the corridor to where a small crowd was gathered round Grady, who was smiling good-naturedly, laughing and chatting and making the crowd laugh. Chad felt as if he had been punched in the gut. But he instinctively took charge and marched over to the small crowd. They parted, seeing the boss, who said, "Grady, let's get you into one of the offices here so you get some privacy."
"It's OK, doc, I love meeting my fans. Especially you guys he laughed, `cos you're the ones gonna make me better. The laughter was more than the comment merited but as Chad saw the excited faces and Grady's pleasure he let it ride. He said to the nurse, "At the first sign he's had enough bring him straight to my office."
Chad went into his own office, shut the door and sat at his desk with his head in his hands, his mind reeling with confusion, frustration and even anger. Why had nobody told him? He had made a complete fool of himself. Grady must be laughing at him. And suddenly that mattered more than anything, that Grady might think less of him, especially in view of the semi-erection Chad had had in his pants since they left the house.
"Dammit." He made a conscious effort to focus on his notes, writing instructions for the staff and initiating a computer file. Eventually the nurse came in and said, "X-rays are done, chief. Grady's in a room getting a new dressing. "Sir, he's amazing. He's so sweet and natural. You would never know he's this great big celebrity."
"Yeah, tell me about it."
"Excuse me, sir?"
"Never mind, Rose, thank you. I'll go collect him, I'm running him home."
When Chad got to the room where staff were finishing up with the bandage Grady looked up at him with a nervous smile, running crooked fingers across his lips in a gesture of nervous contrition, like a kid caught out in a lie. Chad glared at him but found himself struggling to suppress a smile. He took a large envelope from the technician and murmured to Grady, "We gotta get you out of here."
That was easier said than done as word had gone round and people were lining the hallways. A crowd had gathered outside and the hospital's security held them back while two nurses helped him into the car. "Hey, guys," Grady called back to them. "Thanks a heap for all you've done. If you want pictures just give a list of names to the doc here and I'll see you get them."
The door slammed and they took off. "Oops, maybe I shouldn't have said that eh, doc? The pictures, I mean."
"Grady there's a lot you shouldn't have done. Like misleading me that way. Honestly, I'm not sure I can treat you anymore ... I'll hand your case to one of my colleagues."
"No, Chad please, please don't give up on me. See, what you're saying now is exactly why I kept the truth from you. As soon as people find out about me everything changes and they stop seeing the real me, they see this great big ... oh I don't know. And now it's happened with you. We were getting along just fine, even had twin boners, but now all you wanna do is run away from me.
"It's what I love about the tribe. They treat me like just one of the guys, no special treatment – well except for a few good fucks along the way," he grinned. "Please, Chad, can't you forget all that nonsense at the hospital and go back to thinking I'm just, like, a stuntman or something?"
Chad didn't reply. He was beginning to see the pressure Grady must be under all the time and his annoyance abated a little. But they continued the ride back to the house in silence.
<><> THE SEDUCTION OF CHAD <><>
Just before they pulled up at the gate Grady grabbed Chad's wrist and said, "Look, doc, blame me all you want, but please don't blame Mario. He was only protecting me like he always does. Besides, he never actually told you I was a stuntman, you just assumed I was and Mario just let you assume. He's such a great guy, Chad, please don't think badly of him."
"Relax Grady, I would never think badly of Mario – he's one of nature's gentlemen."
The gates swung open and Mario was there to greet them and help Grady from the car. Grady grinned ruefully at him. "The cat's out of the bag, buddy."
Mario sighed. "I was afraid of that. Mille scuse, Chad, it was all my fault so please don't blame Grady. It was I who let you go on believing something that was not true. I hope you ..."
Chad smiled. "Like I just said to Grady, relax Mario. He just pleaded with me not to blame you – each of you defending the other. That's love, I guess. Adam and I would do the same. Look, Grady is still my patient and my only focus here is to make sure his leg heals properly. So I'd like to take him back to his room and go over the X-rays with him.
Brian appeared with Danny pushing Brian's spare wheelchair for Grady, and the little group trooped into the house and up in the elevator. In the master bedroom they helped ease Grady out of the wheelchair and into his big recliner chair, his favorite place to relax and veg out. They raised the leg-rest to prop up his leg and keep it horizontal.
"Thank you, boys," Mario said. "Now let's leave doctor and patient alone together. Just call down if you need anything, Chad – and again, please accept my sincere apologies and thanks."
The door closed behind them and Chad pulled the X-ray from the envelope and held it up to the window against the light. He took a pen from his scrubs and said, "You see this, Grady? This is the tear in the ligament, not as bad as I had feared but something we have to treat with care. If you want a fast recovery, daily physical therapy is needed and I'll be here for that. Meanwhile, you have to keep your weight off it, and no strenuous activity."
"Like sex? Too late, dude, Mario and I have already ... OK, OK, I hear you loud and clear, doc. See, now you know the truth about me I'll tell you why I have to be fit to go back to work in two weeks. Right now they're doing what we call shooting around me ..."
Grady grinned lasciviously. "Course, I've had a bunch of guys shooting around me before while I lay there and ... but that's a whole nother story. Sorry, doc, too crude, eh? But like my mom used to say, in this life you take what you can get.
"What I'm saying is delay costs beaucoup bucks and the whole production depends on me coming back pronto. And when this picture wraps they're putting me in another big-budget action flick as a lifeguard, so lots of running along the beach. I'm gonna have to work out hard with Randy to get my body in perfect shape."
Chad looked down at the handsome actor sprawled in the lounger, in his old shorts and a casual shirt opened almost all the way down, falling back off his flawless pecs and abs.
"From where I'm standing it looks like it's already in perfect shape, Grady?"
"Something else I wanna tell you, doc – full disclosure. Right around this time I would be leaping up and throwing myself at you. You are so fucking gorgeous I've had this boner all the time I've been with you. Only two things stop me from ripping those scrubs right off that sexy body – the fact that my foot won't currently let me leap anywhere – plus the fact that you and Adam are what Mario calls monogamo."
Trying to keep things professional Chad said, "As to the first thing, as your doctor I absolutely forbid you to even stand, let alone leap." He paused. "And, er, as to the second thing, Adam already told me you and he have fooled around several times and he, er, encouraged me to do the same."
"So we can fuck?" Grady beamed. "You know Mario calls me vivace – in other words, oversexed – and you yourself said I need daily physical therapy. So let's start now – no time like the present, doc."
"Grady, I'm your doctor, you have to stop this ..."
"Think of it as payment for services rendered, doc."
"I bill the studio for that."
"Er ... OK, OK. So tell me one thing and I'll stop. Tell me that bulge in your scrubs is not a big, rock-hard dick."
"Fuck you, man. You're just a big, muscular good-looking cock-tease is all – and, as I just found out, one who's hero-worshipped around the world."
"So you admit I'm good-looking and muscular, doc? OK, no butt-fucking, but at least fuck my face. Hey, I heard that you're into healing injured athletes psychologically as well as physically. You could stretch that to sexually too, couldn't you? I've been injured, doc, and I really, really wanna suck your dick. Please ..."
Chad couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had just seen this man mobbed as a macho heartthrob movie star and here he was in front of him begging to suck his dick. It was a combination of his athletic physique, a drop-dead gorgeous face, and the pleading look in the eye that pushed Chad over the edge.
"OK, mother-fucker, you asked for it. But don't move that foot." Chad pulled off his scrubs shirt and Grady gazed up at the bare-chested hard-muscled torso. "Holy shit," he gasped, grabbing his own crotch – "like it's carved in marble."
Chad swung his leg over Grady and stood astride his waist, his crotch level with Grady's face. He pulled his cock out of his scrubs, stiff as a pole and Grady grinned, "Damn I was right," and his square jaw sagged open. Chad leaned forward and braced one hand on the back of the chair while the other hand grabbed Grady's tousled mop of dark hair. He pulled his face forward and slid his cock in the gaping mouth, easing it in deeper and deeper until Grady gagged.
He pulled back then drove in again, faster this time and even deeper. "Fuck, man, I wanted to do this from the minute I first came in here and shook your hand. I don't care what you do for a living, you are one gorgeous fucking dude. That's it, stud, chow down on that fucking meat."
Grady was euphoric as Chad's cock eased in and out of his mouth. He loved being topped by handsome hunks like the doc and he clenched his throat muscles round the long shaft, pursing his lips as it drew back and plunged in again. He glanced sideways at the wall mirror and almost shot his load as he watched the rugged, shirtless doctor, his magnificent body arched over him, muscles rippling as his long pole disappeared into his mouth.
Chad was blown away not only by the fiery sensation in his cock, but also by the thought that he was fucking the face of this macho jock movie-star desired by millions. He gazed down at the chiseled features and the neck pulsing as he swallowed dick. The shirt was now open wide and the ribbed abs and pecs flexed with each thrust of the rod in his mouth.
The doc gasped as he felt Grady's hand grab his pecs, digging his fingers into the solid muscle, then squeezing his nipples hard. "Damn that's hot. Yeah, work those fucking tits, man. Make them suffer while I plough that gorgeous ass."
From then on the tempo became hot and heavy, the doc's rod pile-driving the square-cut face like a piston while Chad took one hand off his chest, pulled his cock out of his shorts and pounded it in his fist. At one point Chad pulled his cock out and said, "You OK, man?"
"Fuck yeah, this is intense. But I'm getting close, doc, really close."
"Me too, that mouth is so damn hot. OK, let's do it, stud."
Chad grabbed Grady's hair again and pulled his face forward hard on his cock that drove deep down his throat again and again until Grady felt it swell and heard Chad yell, "Fuck. I'm gonna cum ... damn, I'm gonna shoot ... fuck ... fuck ... yeaahh!"
He stared down at Grady and watched his throat tense as he gulped the streams of jizz pouring down it. Then suddenly Chad pulled out, pulled Grady's face up by the hair and panted, "That face is too fucking beautiful man." The rest of his cum spurted over the rugged face and ran down his forehead, cheeks and jaw. It dripped down on his chest as Grady gave an animal roar and blasted semen that arched up and splashed on the doc's abs flexing above him.
They stared into each other's eyes until their pounding heartbeats and heavy breathing subsided. There was a knock on the door and Mario's unmistakable voice said, "Scusi, signori, may we come in?"
<><> THE INVITATION <><>
Mario opened the door a crack and poked his head in. "Ah," he smiled, "I see your medical consultation is finished." He came in, followed by Brian and they gazed in awe at Grady's face and Chad's abs dripping with cum. Mario smiled, "And I see that you have forgiven us, dottore, for having played tricks on you. Grazie molto. Grady, I hope Doctor Chad has been taking good care of you."
"Oh, yeah. Top-notch medical care. You'll get no complaints from me."
Rather embarrassed Chad said, "I have to call Adam."
"Of course you do, amico, but might I make a suggestion? Perhaps when Adam gets off work he would like to join you here, have dinner with us and spend the night. It would be our way of thanking you, Chad, for everything you have done for Grady today. Will is staying on here to help Danny as there is so much to be done before the party in two days' time."
Grady's eyes sparkled. "Say yes, dude. I mean, I might need you if I have a relapse or something."
"Grady, people don't have `relapses' from a sprained ankle. But sure, I'll ask Adam. We were gonna spend another evening by the fire but this would make a nice change. But I gotta get my clothes, gotta get out of these scrubs."
"That's no problem, dude," Grady said. "I got closets full of clothes I never wear. You can have your pick. Better yet, let me choose for you – I know just what'll make you look way sexy. Man, you and that hot Aussie together ... I can just imagine ..."
"But in the meantime," Chad said sternly, cutting him off before he went too far, "I insist that you get plenty of rest before we start physical therapy."
"Oh I'll take care of that, sir," Brian said firmly. "I'll make sure he behaves."
"Tyrant," Grady said. "He will too, doc. Don't let that cherub face fool you. His word is my command.
"Eccellente," Mario said. Tutto è perfetto. And in two days, the biggest and best party ever."
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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial of Strength" – Chapter 510
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