A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 546 by Rob Williams
Chapter 546 – "THE BOY & HIS STEP-DAD PLAY ROUGH"
IN THIS CHAPTER
Two boys have family problems. First, freckle-faced redhead Will spends the night with his step-dad, the rough construction boss Seth. To prove his total trust in savage Seth Will puts himself at his dad's mercy. "Do what you want to me, sir." Later, young jock Danny proves he is still a member of hunky Grady's family in a sexual fantasy of a rich boy tamed by his stud gardener. __________________________________________________________________
<><> IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER <><>
The first day of the tribe's gathering at the Grady House sprawling estate had been a raucous success. Their hosts, the movie-star Grady and his Italian lover Mario – aided by their boy Brian, and their house manager and chef Danny – sure knew how to throw a party, and the men and boys of the tribe sure knew how to enjoy themselves.
They all worked hard during the week and this was the weekend to forget all that and let their hair down. There were reunions, comradeship, eating and drinking, lazing, sunning, swimming... and sex, lots of sex. The horny, oversexed men and boys were on a mini-vacation and they threw inhibitions to the wind.
On the first night, after a festive dinner, everyone stayed the night in the large house's many guestrooms, assigned to the various family groups and couples by Grady's boy Brian. It was a noisy, somewhat chaotic process with much running from room to room and re-grouping, making the Grady House `look like a French Farce', as their host Mario put it.
In the midst of the unruly activity the two new boys to the tribe, Vic and Noah, looked lost and bewildered, so the tough macho leader of the tribe, Randy, invited them to spend the night with him and his lover Bob, and Bob's boys, the twins Kyle and Kevin.
Vic and Noah were skinny boys with only average looks, and had only recently been introduced to man-on-man sex. That had definitely not included getting butt-fucked, an act that they swore they would never do. But traditionally, sexy boss Randy was the first to fuck any newcomers to the tribe and now, as they shared a room and a bed, now was the time.
Randy was notorious for his erotically savage fucks, but he was also known for his kindness and protection toward the boys, especially timid newcomers like these two. The sexual appeal of the handsome muscular gypsy was magnetic, hard for anyone to resist, even these boys.
Vic and Noah quickly fell under the dark-haired gypsy's magic spell and in the end willingly offered their asses to him, their first time ever. Lying on their backs they gazed up at Randy's hypnotic blue eyes as he fucked them in turn, and they both experienced the most intense orgasms of their young lives.
When it was over Randy pulled back on his knees and smiled down at the two tearful, cum-splashed faces gazing confusedly up at him, still unsure what had happened. All they knew was that they were in love with this extraordinary man.
"So there you are kids, you've been butt-fucked for the first time, and by the boss, no less. See, I told you I always fuck newcomers to the tribe and you were no exception. Now you really do belong to the tribe – paid-up, card-carrying, butt-fucked members. Am I right Bob?"
"Right as always, Randy," said his lover Bob. "Very impressive." He kissed Randy. "And I have a feeling you learned as much as they did. As I told you, compassion and love are equally powerful and they blend into the same thing – and make your dick hard."
The twins hugged the boys who were breathless with exhilaration. "You did it, dudes."
"No Randy did it," Vic smiled. "Ain't he amazing?"
The boys were soon lying in bed on either side of their hero, his brawny arms wrapped round them, while in the next bed Bob had a smile on his face as the twins fell asleep with their faces on his chest. They would have so much to tell their assistant chef Will tomorrow, and the whole story would be shaking the leaves of the grapevine in no time.
As it happened, young Will would have his own story to tell. Because in another guest room the freckle-faced redhead was having a night-cap with his stepdad Seth, the brawny wildman construction boss so different from his boy. As always when they were together like this, looking forward to a night in the same bed, they were a little shy with each other at first.
But the shyness would soon evaporate in the steam-heat of their building mutual lust – a boy and his unpredictable step-dad.
========= CHAPTER 546 =========
<><> WILL & SETH – BOY & STEP-DAD <><>
In the guestroom that had been assigned to them at the Grady House party, the young assistant-chef Will and his step-father, construction worker Seth, exchanged nervous smiles.
In an attempt to lighten the tension in the air Seth chuckled, "Well here we are, kiddo. Did you get the feeling that Brian was hell-bent to make sure we had our own room to ourselves?"
Will's freckled face broke into a smile. "I sure did. He's pretty aware of everything that goes on in this house and he must have seen the way you were looking at me at dinner. But, sir, if you'd rather have the room to yourself I can go and sleep in Vic and Noah's room `cos they've gone in with Randy and Bob."
"Hey, did I say anything about splitting up? I like your company, kid. During the week we're so busy with work that we don't get to see each other that much. You are my step-son after all and I take an interest in how things are going for you."
Will blushed. "I think of you more as my real dad than a step-dad, sir. You're the only dad I've known since my mom walked out on us when I was a young kid. I don't even remember what she looked like. `Course, I'm the twins' boy now, so obviously I spend most of my time with them. But now that you're living in the little house next door to the tribe's compound I try to get over there as often as I can."
"I know you do, Will, and I appreciate that. But, er, most times when you spend the night there we, like, have sex, and I guess what I'm saying is we don't always have to do that – like tonight fr'instance. We can be just like a regular dad and his boy.
"When Brian saw me looking at you at dinner he thought it was lust, but it was really just my pride in you, watching you talk so confidently with the other guys, even Randy when you brought him that special Scotch you keep stashed away for him."
"Ah," Will smiled, "Randy has a soft spot for me, always has ... calls me Red and ruffles my hair a lot. I hope you don't mind that, sir."
"Nah. Randy's a great guy, and he'd be the first to swing into action if you were ever in trouble. So like I said, let's just enjoy our time together now and not think about sex. There's two big beds here after all, so we can each have our own if we want. Plus," he grinned, "there's also a drinks table over here. Those guys really take care of their guests, and hey, get this..." He picked up a bottle. "My favorite Bourbon – Brian actually remembered."
"Brian loves his job here," Will said, "taking care of Grady, Mario and their guests, and he does it real well. Here, let me fix the drinks, sir. You relax and let me take care of you for a change."
Seth flopped down on the couch while Will poured the drinks. His words had eased Will's tension at being here with his step-dad, away from their usual surroundings, but he also felt a twinge of disappointment by Seth's apparently excluding sex tonight. He loved just being with his dad and chatting to him, but he was still a hell of a sexy man and that gave Will a boner.
Will glanced over at him sprawled on the couch, his legs manspread, arms spread along the back of the couch, his head tilted back with his eyes closed. He was barefoot in jeans and a T-shirt that fit snugly, and showed off his brawny arms and the contours of his bulging pecs underneath, with small sweat stains under the arms.
Father and son were totally different from each other. For most of his life Seth had been what could only be described as a loser – a hard-drinking, womanizing day-laborer who spent more time in bars than on construction sites.
To his lasting shame he had been drunkenly abusive to young Will, who later discovered that his dad was confused about his own sexuality, which explained his attempted sexual assaults on his step-son. Will never let him actually follow through on the sex act, but eventually things got so scary that the boy had run away from home.
Will had ended up at the tribe which was a turning point in his life. Cooking was his first love and the twins had hired him as their assistant chef in the tribe's large kitchen, where he flourished. Some of the sophistication of Bob and his twins rubbed off on Will and he became confident, loved and respected by the tribe.
Seth, by contrast was a wild-looking roughneck, and his salvation had also been the tribe. Coming in search of his runaway boy he had tangled with the ever-protective Randy. They'd had a brutal fist fight, but Randy sensed an affinity with the tough construction worker, as Randy himself had once been an itinerant laborer in Texas. He hired Seth at the tribe's construction company where he eventually rose to the position of manager of one of the sites.
But his work success did not change his rough appearance and manner, nor his guilt about the way he had lived and treated his boy. Once they were both in the tribe Seth and Will eventually became close, and Seth only recently told him that he was not Will's biological father. His mother had been pregnant when Seth met her.
Although Seth was only Will's step-dad he had brought Will up as his son. And despite their difficult life together, there had always been a genuine sexual attraction between them, buried deep under the rows and conflict. Once in the tribe they had finally made love, but they still approached sex tentatively, the memory of their troubled past always hanging over them.
Which brought them to this point, as Will now happily served drinks to his dad and they contemplated a night in each other's company, albeit in separate beds, it seemed. Will poured Seth's favorite Bourbon, and a cognac for himself, and sat beside him on the couch. Seth raised his glass and smiled, "To us, kiddo."
"To us," Will said.
"Actually, Will, we have something else to drink to. I didn't wanna tell you till it was definite, but now it seems it is. You know the construction company has grown real fast under Randy and there are three divisions now. Randy manages the government contracts, which are real lucrative – Zack runs the commercial side, offices and shopping malls – and I'm in charge of residential construction. Bob of course does the financial and legal side, with the help of those guys in the office, and Mark, being a cop, does all the security."
"And...?" Will grinned, waiting for the punchline.
"And... those guys are the four directors of the company, and ... well, Bob has proposed that I join the board as a director too. You know Randy never says no to Bob, and he agreed it's only right, as I'm already one of the three site managers. So kiddo, you're looking at the newest director of the tribe's construction company."
"Wow!" Will threw his arms round Seth and kissed him, a kiss that quickly became intense and sexual. When they realized what was happening they pulled apart and blushed. Will filled in quickly to save their embarrassment. "That's terrific, sir. I'm so proud of my dad."
"Thanks, kid. I'm a bit nervous of the first board meeting but I guess I'll keep my mouth shut at first and listen and learn as I go along."
From then on, any tension there had been quickly evaporated and their conversation got animated as they exchanging stories about their work. "You still OK in the kitchen, Will? The twins not working you too hard?"
"It's the opposite, sir. I love being in the kitchen so much that they have to force me to take breaks and days off. And Bob is always around to keep an eye on things like the workload. Like you said, Randy is real protective of the boys, but it's Bob who watches the details and takes care of us. How about you being in charge of a whole crew? Must be tough, sir."
"It was at first until I realized I had to make the crew accept me as boss and respect me. Randy was good about that, real supportive. With his experience he could pick out the potential troublemaker in the crew and told me to watch my back.
"He was right. Wasn't long before the guy challenged me and we had a knock-down drag-out fist fight. I've always been good with my fists and in the end he was begging for mercy – while all the other guys watched. From that time on they accepted me as their boss and we became a great team. They knew I would never ask them to do anything I wouldn't do myself. `Course, it didn't hurt that I was a good buddy of boss Randy, and nobody wanted to mess with that guy."
While Seth was talking, Will imagined the scene of his dad thrashing the troublemaker. He watched the rugged face, the prominent Adam's apple moving in his throat, and heard the gravelly voice – all of which made Will's cock stiffen in his shorts.
<><> GUILT FOR PAST SINS <><>
All this time Seth had been swigging the Bourbon and his remaining inhibitions disappeared with it. Will listened mesmerized as Seth talked about the mix of temperaments on the crew.
"There's this new guy I hired, a young guy, not a lot older than you. I make sure the older guys treat him OK and he looks up to me ... maybe even wants me, I dunno. `Course I would never make a move on him or anyone else in the crew. Getting physically involved with guys who work for me would be the kiss of death. Discipline would fly out the window and my job with it. Randy would fire my ass in a hot minute."
"But you like the new kid, eh sir?"
"I do, Will. He's by far the youngest on the crew but he's tough and I admire the way he holds his own with the older guys. He won't let anyone push him around. He's got a sorta sexy swagger, even questions some of the orders I give him. So yeah, I like the kid and, well ... ah, never mind."
"Sir, you can't leave me hanging like that. What else were you gonna say?"
"Well, OK, but it's kinda crazy. Even when I'm in my trailer office on the site I keep an eye on him and ... well, like I said, it's kinda stupid, but when I'm horny, which is a lot of the time, I have my fantasies."
"Which are?"
"Like I said, he's got this arrogant swagger and I fantasize about cutting him down to size, showing him who's really the boss."
"How, sir?"
"Shit, you're really dragging this out of me, kiddo. OK, so I fantasize about throwing him on his back on the ground, stretching his arms up and roping his wrists to stakes. I pull down his dungarees and fuck him in the butt until he submits to me as his boss ... and begs for more." Seth shrugged with a goofy grin. "See - told you it was dumb."
"It's not dumb, sir, it's real sexy." Will paused, with a frown. "Sir, I wish you felt freer to share more stuff like that with me instead of me having to drag it out if you, as you called it." He paused, staring Seth straight in the eye. "Sir, I hope you don't hold back because of ... well, you know, all those times in the past when ..."
"... when I got drunk and molested you, tried to shove my dick up your ass, made you run away from home? Off course that's the fucking reason, Will. I don't think I'll ever really shed the guilt and shame for the brutal way I treated you."
"Sir," Will said heatedly, "I thought we'd buried all that a long time ago. We've talked about it often enough, and it don't mean a thing to me now. Only thing I want now is for us to be buddies, who feel free with each other to share everything – even your work fantasies, which I happen to think are real hot."
"Yeah, but a bondage fantasy is cutting a bit too close to the bone, as I used to hold you down and ..." I could never do that again with you, Will, nor anything like it." Seth took another long drink of Bourbon and said, "But I think it's time we hit the sack kiddo. Long day of partying ahead tomorrow."
"Yes, sir." Will stood up, disappointed that the conversation had taken this uncomfortable turn. He had thought they were getting closer, but now this uneasiness surely meant separate beds. He cleared away the drinks, went and brushed his teeth, and when he came out of the bathroom he avoided eye contact as he pulled off his shirt and shorts and folded them up.
Seth was still sprawled on the couch and watched as his boy stripped down to his briefs. "Hell, you've really filled out lately, kid. That's quite a build you got on you. It must account for that new swagger I've seen in you lately, not unlike the kid at work. I suppose that ripped body is another production of Randy in your gym workouts eh?"
"Yes, sir. He's a great coach. Really pushes me to my limits, and then some."
"And, er, butt-fucks you when you're finished?"
Will blushed. "Quite often, sir. He does that to all the boys. But if you object and don't want me to do that, I'll tell him that ..."
"Will, like I've told you before, you're your own man, you do as you like. And a Randy fuck is not something a boy wants to turn down. You sure don't need my permission."
"No sir." But behind that freckle-faced smile there was just a little part of him that wished he needed his dad's permission. Ah, well. He got on one of the beds, pulled the sheet over him and pulled off his briefs. He didn't want Seth to see his hard-on."
He lay there and watched as Seth pulled off his shirt, yawned and stretched, flexing his chest and arms. Seeing the macho stud stripped to the waist Will's mind went back to Seth's description of the fight in the construction site dirt where he had beaten a guy into submission.
Seth ripped open his jeans and let them fall to the floor, where he left them. No folding of clothes for this man. None of Will's modesty, either, as Seth pulled down his boxers and let his cock spring out, which Will was pleased to see was hard. But he imagined the stiff dick was a more-or-less permanent state with the horny roughneck, and not necessarily because Will's body had "filled out" as Seth had said.
Seth strode naked over to the other bed and climbed in. He grinned over at Will, said a cheery "'Night, kiddo, sleep well," and snapped off the bedside lamp.
"'Night, sir," Will said softly into the darkness."
<><> TAMING THE DEMONS <><>
Will felt bewildered and disappointed. He was not sure what he had expected from his night at the Grady house with Seth, and the evening had begun well, with their cheerful, animated conversation. But at the end it had turned a bit sour when Seth talked of his guilt about the past, the reason he was still tentative in getting sexual with his boy.
Will recalled how, quite recently in Seth's little house, they had had fun times that included sex, some of it quite uninhibited, even adventuresome. Maybe the problem now was being in a new environment, a big luxurious house where Seth might have felt intimidated, less at ease than in his own modest home. Or maybe it was all the Bourbon he had drunk.
Will sighed. Whatever – what was the point of second-guessing Seth? Here they were in separate beds and that was that. Get used to it, he told himself.
But that was easier said than done. He was still holding onto the graphic image of this big alpha stud beating up a guy who challenged him. He embellished the image a bit, seeing the two men stripped to the waist, slugging it out, blow for blow, then wrestling in the mud until finally Seth had the guy pinned down admitting defeat.
No, he had to get over this and try to sleep. But then Will's mind went to an even more erotic scenario – Seth's fantasy of the pushy new guy, not much older than Will, being tamed by the boss, staked down in the dirt, his wrists tied, struggling to get free, while the brawny wildman towered over him, taunting him, then subjecting him to the ultimate humiliation of getting fucked up the ass with the boss's huge cock.
He wondered what the boy would feel like, helplessly tied, completely at the mercy of the muscular construction worker. Try as he might, Will could not rid his mind of this pornographic image, so vivid he would never get to sleep. There was only one thing for it...
His hand went down under the sheets to his cock and he grasped it lightly, stroking it silently and slowly so as not to cum too soon. He imagined himself in the place of the staked-out boy, felt the fear and excitement, even moved under the sheets as if struggling to get free. As he pounded his cock faster his heart was beating wildly, his breathing became ragged, and he forgot about the man in the next bed until ..."
"You're not jacking off, are you boy?" came the deep voice.
"No, sir. I mean, yes sir, I was. Sorry if I woke you, sir."
"You didn't, kid. I was too horny to sleep. You wanna bunk in with me?"
"Yes please, sir." Will almost fell out of bed, went over to Seth and climbed in with him, feeling the joy of his muscled arms folding round him.
"This is what I wanted all along, kiddo. But I wasn't sure about sharing a bed in this house. I guess I was kinda scared about what it might bring out in me. I felt this bad urge to force myself on you ... just like I used to ..."
"And just like you did to that new kid in your fantasy, sir, tied him down at you mercy and forced yourself on him." Will paused, then took the plunge. "Truth is, sir, it was that picture in my mind making me jerk off ... only the boy was me, sir."
Will felt Seth's cock jerk against his leg, but his voice told a different story. "You know I could never do that to you, Will, and you know why. I'm not gonna repeat my past mistakes."
"But sir, it wouldn't be like the past. I was scared then, it was all new to me. But I'm not scared of you now, sir. I love you and trust you. I know you wouldn't hurt me. The twins always taught me that a man has to face his fears and defy them. If he bottles them up they'll never go away. This is our chance, sir, to banish them for good."
"I dunno, Will ..."
"Sir, if I really was helpless and you didn't hurt me, it would kill off all those old demons – it would prove that the past is the past. Unless of course you're not into that."
"Kid, when I'm alone I jerk off thinking about it – tying you down, having you beg like you used to. See that's what scares me so much, I still want that, those demons are still in me and won't go away."
"OK, sir, if they won't go away we'll tame them, convert them into good demons, the ones that give pleasure instead of pain. We can do that – now, here – `cos everything's changed. You know who you are now and what you want, and so do I – and we both want the same thing, sir."
Excited now, Will reached up and turned on the light, then jumped out of bed and turned on the room lights, the overhead spots that made everything look sexy. "And look at this, sir." Will pointed to the lengths of ropes tied round the bed posts. "You said Grady and Mario know how to take care of their guests, and they do. I bet Brian has tied ropes like this to every bed in the house – just in case."
Seth smiled at last. "Just in case two sick puppies like us want to play out a bondage fantasy? OK, kiddo, you sold me on it. Let's do it."
<><> AT THE MERCY OF SETH <><>
Once the decision was made it only took a few minutes before Will was lying naked on the bed, his arms stretched up to the corners, wrists tied to the bedposts. And it was the real ting – tied tight, no fake knots, though Seth had used the escape knot he had learned from Randy long ago for quick release in case of panic.
Will had been tied up before, by the twins for instance, but now he stared up at the burly, naked construction worker, the same man who a few years ago had terrified him by holding him down and trying to force himself on him. All their earlier talk of that was still in his mind, and he recalled vividly how scared he had felt.
Now he tugged at his restraints and that old feeling of helplessness swept over him. A jolt of panic shot through him, but as he looked up at his captor there was a smile on Seth's face. "You sure look hot like that, kid. Damn, the number of times I've jerked off picturing just that. You sure you're OK, Will? You're still into this?"
"Yeah, I think so, sir. But it would be good to have a safe word." He tried to come up to a word he wouldn't blurt out in the heat of the moment. "What about Brian', sir? So no matter how much I struggle and beg for release, I'm OK as long as I don't say Brian'."
That helped them both a lot, and their uneasiness faded away. Seth became so uninhibited that he even swung into the persona of the man he had been years ago, the coarse laborer who came home the worse for drink, looked down at his cute redheaded son and felt an urge to fuck him. "So," he growled, "at last I've got you right where I want you, boy, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it."
The threatening voice transported Will right back to those dark days. He recalled the fear, but also the strange lust he had felt for his handsome, rugged father. Back then, fear had stifled lust, as he knew Seth was out of control and he couldn't trust him. Now it was much different – Will wanted to please his dad, wanted to be sexy for him and turn him on. So he struggled to get free of the ropes, his lithe young body writhing on the bed as if desperate for freedom, knowing that would excite Seth.
And it did. Unlike those former dark times, though, now Seth was not drunk or impulsive, and he knew it was a good thing to love his boy, even to make love to him. He got up on the bed and stood with his legs astride him. To Will he looked like a colossus, which excited him, though with a slight edge of fear that excited him even more.
To Seth, the freckle-face young redhead looked vulnerable, his sweet boy now at his mercy. Far from being reckless, as in the dark days, he felt protective, felt a need to satisfy the boy's cravings. And he knew what they were.
Seth dropped to his knees, straddling Will's chest, leaned forward and braced his hands on the headboard. His meaty cock pointed straight down at Will and Seth moved his hips so his cock slapped his face, one cheek then the other. Will opened his mouth wide and tossed his head, trying to catch the swinging cock in his mouth, without success.
Seth stopped still and smiled down at the eager boy. "Looks like you want your dad's cock in your mouth, eh son?"
"Yes please, sir."
Seth grabbed the shock of red hair and pulled his face forward, letting his lips close round the bulbous head. "Damn, that feels good. OK, come on, kid, let's see what you got. Eat your dad's meat."
Will feasted on it, using all the cock-sucking skills he had learned from his pal Eddie, and was thrilled to hear the groans of pleasure coming from the step-dad he wanted so much to please. He loved the feel of the thick cock swelling in his mouth, almost choking him so he had to breathe through his nose. Now he really felt the power and dominance of the man. He was totally at his mercy, tied up, knowing the huge shaft could choke him with one impulsive thrust.
But this time fear did not stifle lust, mostly because Seth pulled out intermittently, giving Will the chance to use the safe word if he felt panicked. But he didn't – he knew now that Seth would never hurt him again.
Completely at Seth's mercy, Will felt he was owned by his dad, a sensation that thrilled him. He loved the taste of the massive cock and the pre-cum oozing from it down his throat. With every thrust Seth's sweaty black pubic hair pressed against his face and he inhaled the musky smell.
He could have feasted on his dad's cock forever, but he knew Seth was close to his climax and braced for him to cum in his mouth. But suddenly Seth pulled out and straightened up on his knees so the tip of Will's rigid cock was brushing against the cheeks of Seth's ass. "Hmm, you feel that, boy? That gives me an idea, something that'll drive you crazy."
Seth spat in his palm, reached behind him and wrapped his wet hand round Will's cock. How'd you like to fuck your dad's ass, kid?"
Will gasped. This was the last thing he had expected. But he was in no position to object – even if he had wanted to, which he didn't. So he replied obediently, "Yes please, sir."
"Good." A smile came over the construction worker's rugged features ... and he abruptly sat on his son's cock, letting it slide all the way deep in his ass. Will gasped again and his cock shuddered. "Don't you cum yet, boy. I wanna enjoy the feel of my son's cock in my ass."
Will gazed up at the pornographic sight of the macho wildman riding his cock, his muscular chest and ripped abs flexing as his body rose and fell above him. Seth reached down and squeezed Will's nipples hard. But any pain he might have felt was overwhelmed by the incredibly erotic sensation of his cock driving ever deeper into his dad's ass.
It was agony trying to hold back his orgasm. He tugged frantically at his bound wrists and realized escape was hopeless. He was totally in the power of this dominant hunk and the only thing left was to plead with him. "Please, dad, let me cum. I can't take any more without cumming. Please, sir. I need to cum real bad."
"I always did like hearing my boy beg for mercy – just like old times." Tears were running down Will's cheeks, his freckled face twisted in the effort to restrain his climax. "OK son, permission granted. Let me feel your cock empty its juice inside me. Here, this'll do it."
Seth's hips rose and his ass pulled off the cock. He paused, teasing his boy, then suddenly dropped down on the cock so it penetrated the warm depths of his ass and erupted with semen. "Aaagh ... I'm cumming sir ... cumming inside you. I love you sir ... aaagh!"
Will stared up at the smiling face and his mind raced with the incredible sensation of butt-fucking his step-dad, but at the same time being totally dependent on the top-man's mercy. He closed his eyes and felt Seth slowly rise up and pull his ass free.
When he opened his eyes he was staring into smiling blue eyes set in a dark, stubbled face. "Beautiful, son. Fucking beautiful. But now comes the real test. `Cos now I'm gonna fuck your ass, kid. Getting fucked when you've just spilled your load can be tough, but I wanna see if you can take it."
"I can take anything from you, sir."
"We'll see about that. `Cos I'm gonna cut you free and we'll see if you squirm to get away like you used to. Are you gonna be a good boy for your dad and let him plough your ass with that massive dick you just sucked?"
"Yes, sir. Definitely, sir. I'll be a good boy. Please fuck me."
Seth pulled at the safety knot and the ropes slid free. Will rubbed his wrists, then reached up to Seth's chest."
"Pushing me away already?" Seth grinned.
"No, sir. I just wanted to touch you." Seth eased back on his knees and pushed one of his son's legs up high. He pressed the head of his cock against the boy's ass and felt it relax, so it slid smoothly inside him. "Does that hurt, kid?" Will shook his head no. "'Cos I'm gonna shoot real quick. I almost lost my load when I fucked your face and then when you fucked my ass, so my balls are fit to burst."
It felt strange being fucked by his dad after he himself had already cum, but it didn't hurt and he could have taken it all night. But already he felt the monster swelling in his ass, he saw the chiseled features wince, and felt the pecs flex hard as he pressed his hands against them and dug his fingers into the hairy chest.
"Here it comes, kid. "Will, I love you, boy. I'm gonna pump my jizz in that sweet ass. Here it comes, yeaahh ... yeaahh!"
This was the sexiest sight of all – the rough, tough construction worker howling like an animal, his head thrown back, shaggy hair flying wildly as his body shook, his cock filling his boy's ass and pouring cum deep inside him.
They gazed at each other for a long time as Seth's cock drained and he pulled gently out. "You were right kiddo, we just tamed those big ol' demons. Now I can trust myself, I'll never hurt you again. But I'll still fuck your mouth and your ass, tie you up and do whatever the hell else I wanna do to you."
"The ropes will always be there, sir, thanks to Brian."
"Hey, you just used the safe word, kiddo."
Will smiled, "I don't need a safe word anymore, sir. My safe word is `dad'."
"A dad whose gonna wrap his brawny old arms round you and have you fall asleep with that cute freckled face on my chest. How's that sound, boy?"
"Sounds like a chunk of heaven, sir – sleeping all night in my dad's arms."
So that's what Will did – all night.
<><> DANNY VENTS TO MARIO <><>
And so, one by one, the bedroom lights went out all over the Grady House. The various sexual adventures had run their course – Grady had acted out his latest Tarzan fantasy for Mario and Brian – Randy had at last, and inevitably, introduced new boys Vic and Noah to the joys of getting butt-fucked by the boss – and Seth and his boy Will had finally tamed Seth's demons and enjoyed uninhibited sex, free from fears of the past.
And so it went with the small family groups in all the other guestrooms, letting their imaginations and libidos run free until exhausted men and boys had at last fallen asleep in entwined limbs and tangled sheets.
Needless to say there were many late risers next morning, Sunday. Danny and the twins had made an early start and a buffet breakfast was spread out on tables on the lawn. Group after drowsy group slowly appeared and headed straight for the coffee. It took a while for most of the guests to gather, ready to cheer the last arrivals, whose exploits were already common knowledge on the grapevine.
Mario, Grady and Brian drew well-deserved applause as hosts of the gathering. Seth and Will, bathed in a bright afterglow of sexual release, blushed at the warm reception of their friends. And finally cheers rang out when Randy appeared with his arms over the shoulders of newly confident Vic and Noah, confirming the rumor that their virgin asses had at last surrendered to Randy, as so many of the men and boys gathered here had done in the past.
Gradually yawns subsided, eyes grew brighter and the hum of voices reached the same pitch as the day before. Sunday was a lazy day, as men worked off hangovers, gathered in small groups with their breakfast, wandered the grounds or floated in the pool.
Mario, as ever, kept a keen host's eye on everything, watching for a guest who might have unmet needs or just looked a little lonely. He spotted such as man, surprisingly his own Danny, the chef and manager of all the house operations.
The chefs – Danny, the twins and Will – who worked so hard, took breaks in turn, at Mario's insistence. Now it was evidently Danny's turn as he sat alone under a tree nursing a cup of coffee. To Mario's intuitive eye Danny had a doleful, faraway look that was out of sync with the mellow mood of the morning.
Mario poured himself coffee and casually made his way across the garden. "Ciao, amico," he smiled at Danny. "Care for some company?"
The good-looking young blond looked up with a weary smile. "Of course, sir, especially when it's you."
Mario sat across the small table from him and at first they sipped their coffee in silence. Then
Mario said, "How does the saying go here? Pennies for your thoughts?"
Danny smiled, "A penny for your thoughts, Mario – just one."
"Cheap at the price," Mario laughed. "I don't have a penny with me, but maybe you'd like to share your thoughts for free."
"Do I look that pitiful, sir?"
"You look as if you have something on your mind, Danny."
"Not really, sir. Everything's fine."
Mario reached across the table and rested his hands on Danny's. "Amico, first of all, please stop calling me sir. I think of us as friends, not master and boy or whatever it's called. And second, all is not fine with you. It doesn't take a shrink like Doc Steve to see that. What is it, amico? Has this party piled too much work on you?" He smiled at Danny questioningly.
"No, sir ... I mean Mario. "I love being the king of the castle in my kitchen with all the hubbub going on. And I love working with my boyfriend Tommy. It's ... it's nothing really ... I'm just being silly." Mario said nothing but still smiled at him with raised eyebrows.
"OK, well, it's just a feeling I had last night, and again this morning. You know last night when all the guys were laughing and jostling over room assignments, and in the end they split off into family groups. You and Grady took Brian into the master-suite, while I, naturally, invited my boyfriend Tommy to my room and he brought his bosses Doc Steve and Lloyd. We had a great time together and Lloyd even said I was a great addition to their family."
"Ah, I'm beginning to see a connection here, Danny."
"It's the family thing, Mario. I mean, I always thought of myself as a member of the Grady House family, but last night I was definitely right in the middle of the Doc Steve family. I really love my work here as chef de cuisine, especially when there's so much activity, and sometimes I wonder if my real family is the family of chefs, as I work so closely with the twins and Will. And when, after dinner, you proposed a toast thanking us I was lumped in with `the chefs'.
"That was my fault, Danny, mille scuse. I should have singled you out as house manager ..."
"No, stop, Mario. I wanna stress that I'm not blaming anyone. Everyone has been terrific to me, especially you and Grady. I'm just trying to explain my confusion at where I stand.
"And it's not only which family I belong to. Some time ago Seth asked me to be his boy and we had a great time. But he became a construction-site manager and got busy, and I was busy up here. We saw less and less of each other until, I dunno, suddenly I wasn't his boy anymore.
"I got close to Tommy and we became lovers and that's going great, but again, he works hard at Steve's and I'm always here. But other than Tommy, I feel kind of adrift – not sure if I'm anyone's boy or which family I belong to, if any.
"It's, like, different for Brian, `cos Grady's totally in love with him and spends a load of time with him. Don't get me wrong, Mario, I love Brian as much as you do, he's a terrific kid and we work great together but ... oh I dunno ... I'm not sure what I'm saying anymore. Maybe you should just forget I spoke."
"Assolutamente no, Danny. Of course I won't forget it. You have real concerns and we have to address them and make things right. I know you are not blaming anyone, but Grady and I are to blame. We have taken you for granted, but we know very well that you are the backbone of how this house functions. We'd be lost without you, and I sincerely thank you for the excellent way you take care of us."
"But Mario, I don't want thanks ... I want love."
"And we do love you, Danny. We have loved you from the first day you came up here to cook for us. And our love has grown and matured as you have become such an important part of our little family. We are to blame for not showing you how much we love you. I suppose we all get so busy that we don't spend enough time together.
"As for Brian, let me explain something to you. This house, and my life, revolve around Grady. As you know, his life in the movies is full of stress, and I have tried to create a world here where he can leave all the tension behind and become simply the loving man that he is. Brian is a big part of that. In him Grady sees a simplicity and purity that is a perfect antidote to the insincerity and superficiality he confronts every day. He is never happier than when they are both propped up in bed together gossiping about the doings of the tribe.
"But all that is no excuse for our neglect of you, taking for granted all the hard work you do to keep this private little world of ours running. So I will talk to Grady when we have a moment together and I would like us all to meet upstairs later, just our family of four. Will you have any free time after lunch?"
"There's a lull in the kitchen between lunch and dinner so I could take off then and leave the twins in charge."
"Good, and then ... oh look, right on cue, here come the twins. Ciao, Kyle, Kevin. Everything running OK?"
"Like clockwork, Mario," Kevin said. But we're on our break now and we've left Will in charge. He's got everything under control, and Brian and Brandon are starting to clear away breakfast."
"Oh, I gotta go," Danny said, jumping to his feet. "Can't leave Will handling the whole thing solo. Mario, thanks for the talk, I feel a whole lot better." He ran off to the kitchen and Kyle asked, "Everything OK, sir? Can we help in any way?"
Mario smiled, "it's nothing we can't handle, boys. But there is one way you might help. I would like to borrow Danny from you for an hour or so this afternoon whenever is most convenient for you guys."
"No problem there, sir," Kyle said. "Danny has a scheduled break at around two, after the lunch rush." Kevin added, "Keep him as long as you need to, sir. We and Will can manage everything while he's gone."
Mille grazie, amici," Mario smiled. I can see why Bob is so proud of his bel gemelli. Maybe one day soon he will loan you out to us. Grady would certainly appreciate two handsome twins."
"It would be our pleasure sir," they said, with a world of understanding behind their bright smiles.
<><> THE RICH BOY & THE GARDENER <><>
In the warm afternoon sun the party guests were roused from their torpor by the call of hunger, a call that was answered by the ever-efficient crew with a lunch-spread on the long table under shade trees.
When they were all seated it was Randy this time who did the honors. Just by standing up he commanded silence, and he raised his glass. "Gentlemen, a toast as always to our chefs, Danny Will and the twins, to their helpers, Brian and Brandon and our hot-as-a-pistol bartender Tommy. To our boys!" They all drank and the crew lined up, took elaborate bows, with Brian and Brandon doing head-spinning wheelies, to deafening cheers.
Danny flashed a smile directly at Mario who raised his glass to him. The meal was the usual raucous affair with maximum mirth and minimal manners. Conversation for many was beginning to turn to plans for the coming week as this festive weekend was drawing to a close.
After lunch some of the men lingered while the boys mostly went to the pool, to swim, play and, in a few horny cases, fuck. Mario had corralled Grady and Brian in a quiet corner for a chat, where he told them the substance of his conversation with Danny. They were voicing their concern when Danny himself appeared and smiled, "Here I am guys, unshackled from the kitchen, courtesy of the twins and Will."
Mario shepherded them unobtrusively to the house and they gathered in the master suite. They all knew by now why they were there and Mario lost control of the conversation as Grady and Brian rushed in to blame themselves. "Dude, Brian said, it's all my fault for monopolizing Grady, spending so much time with him that I kinda shut you out."
"Hey," Grady protested, "don't I get a say in this, as it seems to be all about me? Danny, please don't blame Brian. It was I who monopolized him and I got so caught up in our endless gossip that I forgot all about you toiling away in the kitchen.
"Danny, I love you, you know that. Only thing is we don't see enough of each other. Though sometimes I look down from this window and watch you exercising – you know, the way you do every morning on the lawn in those skimpy shorts. My dick gets hard and if these two are not around to take care of me I jerk off looking at you. You didn't know that, did you?"
"Grady," Mario interjected, "not everything is about sex, you know."
"Isn't it, dude? It often is with me, you know my appetite better than anyone, begging you to fuck me every hour on the hour. Look, guys, I know most everything in this house is focused on me and my needs cos I have the stressful job and bring in the big bucks. But it shouldn't be like that – well," he flashed his roguish grin, "except for the fucking part. You know the deal here, I just wanna be one of the guys, equal with you all, cos you're my family – you included Danny."
"Thanks for saying that, Grady, it means a lot. But you did get one thing wrong – when you said I didn't know you were watching. A long time ago I caught site of you at the upstairs window stroking your dick. Next day I saw you again, and I figured you did that whenever you weren't at the studio or on location at the beach – and whenever you didn't have these guys to suck you off. Why do you think I always wore those skimpy shorts?"
Brandon's eyes sparkled and he grinned at Mario, who said. "Well, amici, I guess I was wrong thinking we could keep this all on a higher plane. I suppose sex is a major ingredient after all. I wish I had known, Danny, I would have recruited you to take my place when my dick was sore from all the butt-fucking I did with this pervert."
Grady said, "I wish I'd known too, Danny, and I would have whistled down to you from the window. I can picture the fantasy now – the rich young movie star looking down at the gardener and beckoning him up, where he'd take over, rip my clothes off, throw me on the bed and fuck me. Wow, that sounds hot."
"Only thing is, sir," Danny said, `sir'-ing him to get into the part, "I'm the chef not the gardener and I'm wearing this apron and silly hat. "
"But you can soon change that," Brian said excitedly, blinking behind his owl glasses. "Where's your imagination, guys? Mine's already in full gear."
Mario laughed. "I knew this was the perfect family, everyone so in sync, minds running on the same dirt- track."
Suddenly Danny bolted from the room and Brian grinned, "Yes sir, in perfect sync like you said."
He took Mario's arm and led him to the side of the room while Grady, his heart beating faster, paced the room wearing his usual floppy old tank top and baggy shorts. Soon he passed the window, glanced down and inhaled sharply. Down on the lawn was Danny, in a white tank and the same skimpy shorts, doing pushups, the sun glinting on his flexed muscles. Grady opened the window and whistled. Danny looked up with a dirty grin and ran toward the house.
A minute later he burst into the room panting, a sheen of sweat on his arms and face, his tousled blond hair falling over his handsome face. Danny worked out often with his lover Tommy, a perfectly sculpted gymnast, and he had grown into a toned and muscular young jock.
Although what Grady saw was the gardener who had stripped down to his underwear to work out on the grass. Danny too was deep in the fantasy. He grinned hungrily at Grady, strode over to him, gripped his tank with both hands, ripped it clear off and tossed it contemptuously aside. Then he ripped open his shorts and they dropped to the floor. Danny shoved the naked rich boy so he stumbled backward and fell on the bed.
He stared up at the horny jock as he pulled off his tank and grabbed the bulge in his shorts. "This what you want, sir?" spitting out the last word contemptuously.
"Yeah," Grady groaned hoarsely.
Danny peeled down his shorts and his long hard dick sprang out. With no finesse or foreplay he knelt on the bed and spat on his cock. He grabbed Grady's feet, pushed his legs back ... and plunged his cock in the rich boy's ass."
"Aaagh! Grady howled and the shaft pulled back and drove in again, and again, deeper each time He reached up to Danny's chest but Danny grabbed his wrists and pinned them down on the bed as is cock became a piston, pile-driving his ass.
He grinned down at the screen-idol face and sneered. "I know why rich boys like you want gardeners like me – `cos you like it rough and that's the way we dish it out."
"Yes, sir," Grady moaned, deep in the fantasy. The ass-pounding intensified in force and depth as Grady stared up at the macho blond jock, sweat dripping from his face into Grady's gaping mouth.
Against the wall Brian nervously grabbed Mario's hand, but Mario said, "He's loving this. He gets loving fucks from me, but sometimes he likes to take a walk on the wild side and get it rough, like he's getting from the hot young gardener."
There was no letting up on the ferocious fuck, which got wilder and rougher. Grady was writhing on the bed, unable to get free from the merciless jackhammer even if he'd wanted to, which he didn't. The pain in his ass added to the thrilling sensation of getting raped by the gardener.
As Grady neared his climax Danny grabbed Grady's shuddering cock and pounded it in his fist while he ramrodded his ass. "You want my load in your ass, don't you? Thing is, I like to hear rich boys beg. I'm just the gardener but I can make the sons-of-bitches beg."
"OK, OK, you win. Please, sir, cum in my ass ... I can't take any more ... I need to feel your jizz in my ass ... please, sir ... I'm begging you ... aaagh...!" Cum spurted from his cock all the way up to his face while Danny yelled "Yeaahh", and emptied his load deep inside the rich boy's ass.
His task completed the arrogant jock pulled his dick out as suddenly as he had plunged in. He picked up the torn remains of Grady's tank, wiped his cum-soaked cock with it and stuffed it in Grady's gaping mouth. He picked up his own tank and shorts, slung them over his shoulder and strode to the door, where he turned and grinned at the stunned Grady.
"Any time you wanna replay, rich boy, you just have to whistle. And you know how to do that, sir. You just put your lips together and blow."
<><> MARIO MAKES PLANS <><>
As soon as Danny left, Mario and Brian hurried over to Grady and looked down at the stunned face with a dopey smile on it. Grady pulled the torn, cum-stained tank from his mouth and groaned, "Wow, what was that, guys? Was that Danny or the gardener?" He handed the ripped shirt to Brian. "Here kiddo, you want this?"
"Thank you, sir. Me and Brandon collect them."
Mario said, "Now stop fooling around, Grady and pull yourself together. We have guests waiting for us downstairs." Brian wheeled over to a closet and got a clean tank top and cargo shorts for Grady. And soon Danny came back in, fully dressed as before minus the chef's hat. "Danny," Grady said, "that was abso-fucking-lutely awesome. Who knew? Where did you learn all that?"
Danny smiled, "Tommy and I fool around a lot and he's a great guy for fantasy – I've played a bunch of different roles when I fuck him. And like the gardener said, any time you want a replay, dude ..."
"How about right now?" Grady still had the goofy smile. "Maybe you and Tommy – two gardeners? Nah we already did that one."
"Basta," Mario said sternly. "Put on these clean clothes Brian has given you and let's get back to our guests. Danny, I must say you were a revelation. And you proved beyond a doubt that you are definitely a member of this family – and I'm not talking about cooking.
"So now we have to work on the rest of your problems. Maybe Grady's silly idea of you and Tommy is not so silly after all. When Tommy comes here to see you in the future he'll be part of the family too. And talking of family ... hmm, let me see. There has to be a way of bringing families together." He frowned in thought.
"I checked your call sheet and you're not working for another five days, except for a wardrobe fitting. Though for the life of me I can't see why you have to go in to try on a T-shirt and board shorts.
"They have to fit just right to show off my beautiful body, including the package in the shorts. That bulge on a billboard sells a few thousand more tickets."
Mario mused, "I wonder if Tommy's men, Steve and Lloyd, would be able to stay with us for another few days. They say there's safety in numbers and combined families have all kinds of possibilities. What do you think, amico?"
"OK, wait a minute here," Grady frowned in mock seriousness. "Let me do the math. There's the four of us – plus the hunky doctor – plus his macho gym-jock lover – plus a gorgeous blond gymnast with the body of death. That's four, plus one, plus one, plus one ... hmm ..."
Grady looked up at his little family with that famously sexy smile that broke hearts all over the world. "Yeah, I'd say it adds up perfectly. I'm in – let's go for it guys."
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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 547
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