Date: Sun, 29 Aug 2021 01:13:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 556  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 556 by Rob Williams

Chapter 556 – "THE BOYS FACE DANGER AND DESIRE IN THE DESERT"

IN THIS CHAPTER

Horny young jocks Jamie & Larry barge in on the Marine Hassan & the cop
Mark in Hassan's remote desert shack. The jocks end up bound naked, at the
mercy of the enraged uniformed men. Later at Uncle Mike's house, young
redhead chef Will enlists hot movie-star Grady and his Italian lover Mario
as his kitchen assistants – and he ends up in a mind-blowing three-way
with the handsome lovers.
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<><> IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER <><>

There were three couples from the tribe staying at the Palm Springs home of
Uncle Mike and his boy Larry: Bob and Randy, the leaders of the tribe –
the cop Mark and his boy Jamie – the Marine Hassan and his boy Eddie
– movie star Grady and his Italian lover Mario.

Also excited to be there was the young redheaded chef Will who was in
charge of the big dinner planned as a tribute to Mike for all his maturity
and wisdom in support of the tribe.

Currently the focus was on Mark and Hassan.  As Bob explained, "Those guys
go back a long way – back to the Mid-East war where Mark, then an army
corporal, was captured and interrogated by the Arab Hassan.  They fell in
love/lust and, after the war, Hassan followed Mark to this country and
they've been kind of replaying that scene ever since."

So it was no surprise when the cop and the Marine announced to the other
guys.  "We got a bit of business to take care of, so if you'll excuse us
gentlemen, we won't be gone long."

The two young jocks, Jamie and Larry, were buddies from the days when they
ran wild on the streets, and they still shared a rebellious streak.  They
had plotted to go out to the small house in the desert and watch the
homoerotic scene between the cop and the soldier.  They took young Eddie
with them as he was skilled with a camera and wanted to get the scene on
video.

When they crept into the basement they gaped at the sight that met their
eyes.  In the middle of the room stood Hassan, shirtless in fatigue pants
and combat boots – he was a prisoner.  The swarthy Arab stood with his
muscled arms stretched up, wrists manacled to chains that hung down from a
ceiling beam.  A whip, a cat o' nine tails, hung round his neck.

In contrast to the olive-skinned Arab with his darkly stubbled jaw, his
captor was the handsome all-American blond cop with sculpted, square-jawed
features, stripped to the waist, his muscled torso gleaming under the red
spotlights overhead.

The stage was set for their ritual. But they were interrupted by a sound
from the shadows.  Eddie, in his mounting excitement as he manipulated his
camera, had dropped a lens cover that clattered to the ground and rolled
across the floor, circling to a halt at Mark's feet.

Mark freed Hassan and they glared angrily at the three boys.  Larry
stammered.  "We didn't mean no harm, sir.  We just wanted to watch."

"Well you boys are in a whole mess of trouble now.  You've landed in just
the wrong place and you're gonna pay a heavy price.  That goes for you too,
boy," glaring at Eddie.

Cheeky young Eddie adopted a defiant tone.  "Sir, you can't touch me
... I'm a freelance reporter, just doing my job.  What we in the business
call a photo ...thingy ... er, journalist, yeah that's it, a
photojournalist So you can't do stuff to me ... freedom of the press.
See?"  He held up his camera as if to prove his point.

Hassan's affection for his boy was growing as Eddie faced him defiantly
with his trumped-up claim to belong to the media.  He really wanted to hug
the kid, but after some hesitation he turned to Mark.  "I don't know shit
about this.  You're the law expert, officer, what do you think?"

Mark looked stern, though Hassan caught an amused gleam in his eye.  "He's
right dude.  Us cops have to be real careful with the media ... it's a free
speech thing, in the Constitution, whatever.  We can't touch `em.  If we're
caught roughing up a reporter our career is toast."

"Hm," Hassan grunted and looked sternly at Eddie.  "OK boy, seems you're in
the clear.  You can carry on doing your job.  But I'm warning you, you stay
in the background, you don't get involved in what's gonna happen to these
guys.  Is that clear?"

"Aye-aye, captain.  You won't be sorry.  I'm making a documentary, see?
It'll pack `em in."  Eddie gave that impish, crooked smile that always made
Hassan melt.  He had an overwhelming desire to kiss the boy, but restrained
himself and turned to Jamie and Larry.

"What about you, guys?  You don't claim to be reporters or any other
bullshit thing?"

"No sir," Jamie said.  "I'm a surfing coach." Larry said, "And I'm a
motorbike mechanic."

"So, just a couple of spies who need to be taught a lesson."  Hassan looked
them over.  "Hm, not bad ... two sexy young muscle-jocks, a surfer and a
grease-monkey.  Gonna be fun working them over.  So what's it to be,
officer?"

"Pretty obvious to me.  They came here to witness a guy getting tortured,
but we can do better than showing them – we can make `em feel it.  So
let's do it, soldier."

A few minutes later Eddie was trembling with excitement but he steeled
himself, and focused his camera.  He knew exactly how he would open this
climactic scene – slowly, in closeup.

He opened on the ceiling beam, the hooks and chains.  He panned down the
chains, then pulled back a little as the chains widened to two sets of
shackles locked round wrists. He moved down stretched, muscular arms, then
the faces.  One was a suntanned blond jock, his tousled hair falling over
square-cut features.  The other was a tough-looking young buck with rugged
good looks and shaggy black hair.

Then Eddie pulled the focus back to get the whole scene – a reveal that
he called the `gasp shot', the point where there's a collective gasp in the
audience.  The intruders were chained as Hassan had been, bodies stretched
up, barefoot and naked except for red boardshorts on the surfer and
grease-stained cargo shorts on the mechanic.  They stood facing each other,
three feet apart.

Eddie focused on the feature that excited him.  They both had tit-clamps on
their chests with light chains attached that joined the two boys by the
chest.  Their cocks were similarly joined by a thin cord tied round the
base of their scrotums. There was no pain in either their tits or their
cock and balls, as long as they stayed facing each other and didn't jerk
backward.

But stretched in chains, joined to each other by the tits and the balls,
they were pretty sure that the men would never injure them.  As if to
reassure them Jamie felt Mark's finger rub gently up the back of his neck
– the same slight gesture he always made before they made love.  And
that's what was about to happen – although this time it meant stretching
love into the realm of pornographic fantasy.

As for Eddie, he was deep in his self-proclaimed role of `photojournalist',
intent on adding another dramatic scene to his documentary.  And this one,
he thought, was gonna drive his audience batshit crazy.  He focused his
camera and murmured to himself ... "And action ..."

========= CHAPTER 556 =========

<><> TORMENT OF THE JOCKS <><>

Jamie and Larry, bound together, stared at each other, a hint of a smile on
their faces, mixed with some fear as they braced for their punishment to
begin.  The bare-chested Marine Hassan, standing behind Larry grinned to
the shirtless cop behind Jamie, "What d'you think officer?  Lose the
shorts, eh?"

"Sure.  I wanna see this surfer jock butt naked."  He grabbed Jamie's red
lifeguard shorts and yanked them down so they fell round his ankles.  "Oh,
man, you should see this fucking ass."  Mark stroked the white globes, with
tan lines at top and bottom, and slapped them hard.

Reflexively Jamie jerked back and instantly felt a jolt of pain in his tits
and balls, causing equal pain in his buddy Larry.  Their tit clamps were
joined by a slim chain, and a cord stretched between their ball sacs.  As
they both gasped Mark said, "See, guys, you got a choice.  You take the
blows without flinching, you don't hurt your buddy.  You move and ... well
you get the picture.  It would be like torturing your own pal."

As if to demonstrate, Hassan pulled down Larry's cargo shorts and slapped
the back of his hand against his bare ass.  The result was the same –
Larry's body jerked, the chain and rope tightened between them and Jamie
howled at the pain in his chest and balls."

"You starting to get the picture, guys?" Hassan said.  "We're pretty sure
you can take a little abuse from us, but when you start torturing each
other, that's a whole `nother ball-game.  OK, officer, let's see how well
they protect each other."

The men held cat-o'-nine-tails whips, whose leather braids could sting but
cause no real damage.  They raised their arms and lashed the jock's asses,
hard enough to make them both jerk back.  It wasn't the pain in their butts
that made them yell, but the sharper pain in their chests and balls.  And
that's when they felt the first stab of fear, realizing how helpless they
were if the cop and the soldier lost control and got rough."

"Mark shook his head.  "Guess they don't give a shit about their buddy,
soldier.  Damn, all they have to do is grit their teeth and hold still."

Eddie was the one gritting his teeth and holding still.  He was having a
hard time controlling his own sexual excitement while he filmed the erotic
scene.  He too was wondering just how far the cop and Marine would go. But,
professional to the last, he held the focus steady as the men continued the
punishment, whipping the boys' asses and backs as they forced themselves to
take the blows without moving.

Eddie almost lost it as the two jocks came up with a way not to jerk back
on their chains.  They pressed their naked bodied together, chest on chest
... and kissed each other.  "Wow," Eddie breathed as he focused on their
mouths, churning together as the blows landed on their backs.

For a moment the whipping stopped and Hassan said, "Hey, that gives me an
idea, officer.  Of course you and me are gonna fuck those hot asses, but
how about we make it harder on them by making them cum first?"

"How we gonna do that, dude?"

"We don't ... they do.  They do whatever it takes to make their buddy bust
his load."

Mark grinned as he got the picture.  "OK, these macho jocks who think
they're so tough, let's see if they can get off on each other.  You ready
captain?"

The whipping got harder, raising red welts on their backs as they ground
their faces, chests and crotches against each other.  As they kissed
feverishly, the clamps pressed against their chests and the bulging balls
against each other. Eddie gasped again at this ultra-hot scene, two muscle
jocks, bound naked, grinding together while the cop and the soldier flogged
their backs.

Jamie and Larry had had sex with each other before, but never anything like
this.  The pain in their back, chests and balls was lessened by the carnal
desire they felt, making frantic love to each under a rain of blows.  But
their captors were pushing them beyond their pain threshold, the lashes
became unbearable and they were scared the men were getting carried away.

"You can make it stop, guys," Mark yelled.  "Rub those fucking dicks
together and shoot."

With mounting desperation, they crushed their cocks and balls against each,
their mouths clamped over each other, when suddenly their faces pulled
apart and Larry groaned, "I love you, dude ... you're gonna make me cum
... fuck ... let's do it, man ... aaagh ..."

They howled with pain and relief as their cocks spurted jizz up between
their bodies. They shuddered, their faces fell forward on each other's
shoulders ... and the whipping stopped.

<><> THE FINAL ACT <><>

Eddie turned off his camera, sighed from visual exhaustion and lowered his
aching arm.  He envisaged a fade-to-black in his video for a few long
seconds, before raising the camera to his eye and opening on the follow-up
scene.

The men were removing the tit clamps then rubbing the sensitive nipples,
making the captives take sharp intakes of breath.  They untied the cord
round their balls, and the boys relaxed a little, though they were still
stretched in bondage.

Jamie heard Mark's voice behind him, so close he was almost kissing his
neck.  And his voice was not as harsh as before.  "Now that you intruders
have been punished and forced to cum, the captain and I are gonna plough
your asses. Not easy for you just after your orgasm, but who ever said this
was gonna be easy?  OK soldier, these hot asses are begging for it, so
let's do it."

The men pulled their cocks out of their uniform pants and spat on them.
They pushed the boys against each other and, with military precision, drove
their long dicks deep inside them.  The bound jocks gasped and winced as
their ravaged tits scraped against each other.  They normally loved getting
butt-fucked, but as they had just cum it hurt more than usual.

Still, they grinned at each other.  This was, after all, what they had
fantasized about before they came out to this forbidding, and forbidden
place, this desert dungeon – surrendering their asses to the
bare-chested muscular blond cop and brawny Arab soldier.

It was what Eddie hoped for as a fitting climax to his film.  Having stayed
mostly in the shadows he now emerged and circled the group, filming
different angles of the action – the sweating, muscular bodies of
captors and chained captives, the wincing faces of the blond surfer and
tough mechanic, and the chiseled features of the cop and the Marine
pounding their asses.

To alleviate the pain in their butts the boys kissed again, each knowing
his buddy was feeling the same sensation of being stretched in chains,
muscles flexed, as the relentless shafts pistoned inside them.

When the men neared their climax at last, Hassan growled, "Now we wanna
hear you macho studs beg.  We could rip those asses open unless you beg
forgiveness and make us bust our loads inside you."

Their asses were really hurting now, and the pain and fear made their
pleading real.  "Please, sir," Larry groaned to Hassan, "we were wrong to
intrude on you.  We didn't think we'd get caught, and we deserve the
punishment we got.  Have mercy on us, sir ... I'm begging you sir, my ass
hurts ... please spill your juice inside me, sir ... please."

"How about you, surfer boy?" Mark said.  "What have you got to say for
yourself?"

"I apologize to you, officer.  I'll to anything to make amends, sir.  Let
me be your prisoner, sir, your fuck slave.  Keep me chained to the wall and
when you get off duty, work me over and fuck my ass.  I surrender my ass to
you, sir, forever.  You own it ... you own me, sir.  I ... I've fallen in
love with you, sir, just as you fell in love with your captor years ago in
a place just like this."

"Just what I need to hear.  OK, soldier, you ready?  Let's give `em what
they want."

"Yeah – I get off hearing tough muscle-jocks beg for mercy.  Let's fuck
..."

The action suddenly intensified as the soldier and the cop lost all
restraint and jackhammered the sore asses, driving their rods in hard and
deep, banging the writhing young bodies against each other, their agonized
shouts bouncing off the walls until ... aaagh!!  The merciless cocks
exploded in the asses of their prisoners, who slumped against each other,
hanging exhausted from their chains."

And that was where Eddie's video faded to black.

<><> MISSION ACCOMPLISHED <><>

It was over.  Hassan and Mark quickly released the boys and hugged them
tight.  "You OK, Jamie?" Mark asked.

"Better than OK, sir.  I fell in love with you all over again.  Now I know
how you felt when you fell in lust and love with this Arab soldier right
here."

Hassan was equally solicitous of Larry, and he had an additional concern.
After Larry reassured him he was fine, Hassan asked, "Larry, is Mike gonna
be OK with what I did to you?"

Larry beamed, "He'll be thrilled when I tell him.  Mike loves when I play
rough with other guys in the tribe.  He'll only be pissed off that he
wasn't here to see it."

"No problem, guys." Eddie waved his camera.  "It's all right here ... get
your tickets here, folks."

"OK, guys, let's hit the road," Hassan said.  "Eddie, you and Larry come
with me in my jeep.  "I've a feeling Mark and Jamie want to be alone for a
while."

They all agreed, and left the little house to bake in the sun, with sexual
vibrations still resonant in the basement, silent now until the next visit
by horny men.

The two-vehicle convoy took off along the narrow, deserted road back to
civilization. Mark's right arm was stretched over Jamie's shoulder and they
drove in comfortable silence, made more intimate by the intensity of the
scene they had just played out.

"You know what I want, buddy?" Mark said.  "I wanna take you to bed tonight
and make long, tender love to you for hours.  Just you and me, no bells and
whistles, no ropes or whips, just two guys in love.  How's that sound?"

Jamie smiled.  "Sir, you remember what I told you back there?  I fell in
love with you all over again – in love with my captor.  `Love slave'
sounded a bit melodramatic but it's close to the truth.  I hope sometime in
the future we can do the rough sex thing, but right now I'd settle for
feeling you pressed naked against me, your arms wrapped round me."

Mark smiled and they drove the rest of the way in silence.

Things were a bit more boisterous in the jeep following them.  Eddie was
sitting between Hassan and Larry, his leg pressed against Hassan's.  "So
tell me kiddo, what was all that stuff about the media, you being a
reporter and photojournalist?"

"Well, sir, it's like this.  A reporter sometimes has to be pushy to get
the story, especially a tough one like this.  I didn't wanna be thrown out
before I even started, so I was lucky that Mark bought my story.  It was
right what he said about cops treating the media with respect, and it meant
I got one of my best ever videos.  It's gonna be a blockbuster – lines
round the block.

He frowned.  "Only problem is, a reporter just reports, he can't be a part
of the scene, so I didn't get a slice of the action."

"Oh, don't worry about that, kid.  Tonight in bed you're gonna get your
slice – more than a slice, you'll get the whole damn pie."

<><> TWO NEW CHEFS <><>

Meanwhile, at Mike's house Will had cleared away the remains of the
sandwich lunch and he was taking his break before cranking up his big
effort for the big celebration dinner.  He was relaxing with the other guys
– Uncle Mike, Bob and Randy, and Grady and Mario.

The men were speculating what was happening out in that remote basement,
somewhat anxious for the boys who had so rashly followed the cop and the
Marine out there.  Mario said, "You think they have ... how do you say?
... bitten off more than they can eat?"

Grady grinned. "... more than they can chew, buddy.  Well, we all know what
those tough guys do to each other out there.  I can't exactly see them
saying, `Oh hi guys, good to see you.  We're a little tied up right now but
make yourself at home, have a seat and enjoy the show'."  He chuckled.  "If
that's how it went, the script guy who writes their dialogue should be
fired."

Randy said, "If it was me out there and they showed up out of nowhere I'd
be plenty mad and whip their fucking asses."

Bob smiled, "I suspect that's probably closer to the truth, Randy, knowing
Mark and Hassan."

"Well I think we're about to find out, guys," Mike said.  "Sounds like they
just got back."

All eyes turned to the gate as Mark walked in proudly with his boy Jamie,
followed by Hassan and Larry, with Eddie running excitedly beside them.
Hassan brought Larry up to Mike.  Mike, I return your boy to you.  You're a
lucky man, dude.  He was hot – sexy as a stallion in heat."

"That's my boy," Mike grinned, punching and punched Larry on the shoulder
as he sat down next to him.

Meanwhile Eddie was hopping around waiting for a chance to speak.  When it
came, the floodgates opened.  With his trusty camera slung round his neck
he opened his arms wide, his palms wide and his eyes wide. "Dudes, you
... will ... not ... believe.  I had to go under deep cover as a
photojournalist to land this story – we call it guerilla filming.  But
they couldn't stop me, see, `cos I'm a reporter and even the cops can't
touch the media – just ask Mark.

"And, boy, was it worth it! This movie's gonna be big, I might sell
tickets.  If I had to find key words for it, I'd go with, let's see
... bondage, chains, interrogation, uniforms ... wait a minute I'll think
of more ..."

"Er, before your brain explodes, kid," Hassan grinned, "come here and sit
with me and tell me all the secret stuff you can't go public with.  Then
I'll tell you what's gonna happen to you when I get you in bed tonight."

While the Marine and his boy huddled conspiratorially, general conversation
continued with a heightened intensity as details of the scene in the desert
dungeon leaked out. The only one of them who was not totally engrossed was
Will.  He kept looking at his watch, then at Eddie to alert him it was time
to get back to the kitchen.  But he didn't want to steal his friend's
thunder, in animated conversation with Hassan and basking in his triumph as
a `reporter'.

Bob noticed Will's unease ... and so did Mario sitting next to him.  He
whispered to Bob, "No problema, amico," I think I can handle this.  Mario
turned round for a quick whispered chat with Grady, who smiled and nodded
eagerly, his eyes shining.

Then Mario said to Will, "Scusami, bambino, but could I offer a suggestion?
I know you will be extra busy in the kitchen for the next few hours
preparing for tonight's big celebration dinner – for eleven of us, I
believe.  And your former assistant chef seems to be engrossed with his man
Hassan right now.  It would be a pity to interrupt them, so Grady and I
were wondering if you would consider hiring us as your new assistant
chefs?"

"You, sir?" said a startled Will.

"Before you say no, Will, you should know I used to be quite the cook back
in Tuscany before I came here.  Of course, when I worked at the hotel here
in Laguna they provided meals, and now we have Danny as our chef.  But I
used to be good at Italian food."

"And what about Grady, sir?"  (This was starting to sound like a job
interview.)

"Ah well ..." Mario said uncertainly, "when he lived alone in Laurel Canyon
he, er, learned to make ..."  His inventiveness ran out but Grady saved the
moment.

"... an omelet ... yeah that's it ... I can still make a mean omelet
... did it all the time.  `Course I got real tired of eggs, but as I
couldn't make anything else, I ..."

"... he learned," Mario cut in, "or at least he tried hard."  Mario
signaled with wide eyes for Grady to keep quiet.  "That's the thing with
Grady, if you treat him with a firm hand he's a quick learner, and he takes
orders very well ..."

"Actually I love taking orders." Grady grinned – in the right time and
place ... like a desert dungeon, fr'instance.  I know a kitchen ain't
exactly a torture chamber, but I could still ..."

Mario glared at him again and Grady stopped with a murmured "sorry."  He
drew his fingertips across his lips and twisted them at the corner,
Eddie-style, as a sign of obedience.

Will frowned. "Thing is, sir, when I'm doing a big job like this dinner, I
have to be the boss of my kitchen – the head chef.  And guys helping me
are only assistant chefs.  What I say goes – I give the orders."

"That's perfect then," Grady beamed.  "Like I said, I love obeying orders."

Will still frowned in thought, then came to a decision.  "Wait here, sirs."

He ran back inside the house and emerged wearing his red apron and chef's
hat – and carrying two more that Mike had given him.  "Thing is, sirs,
you'd have to wear these."

"No problema," Mario smiled.  Of course we must.  He put the apron on round
his neck and tied it behind his waist.  The white chef's hat was the
crowning touch and Mario managed to look the height of elegance, as he
always did whatever he wore.

He tossed the other apron to Grady who stood up and said, "Do I have to
wear anything underneath?  I always think butt naked under an apron is a
real cool look, don't you?"

"Shorts and T-shirt are required, sir, and you cannot be barefoot in a
kitchen."

"Aye-aye, sir."  Grady sounded a tad deflated but he put the apron on,
pulled the hat on at a jaunty angle and completed the ensemble with that
gleaming smile that melted hearts of moviegoers all over the world.

Bob laughed. "Stunning, Grady.  You would look drop-dead gorgeous in
anything.  Hey, you guys, look.  Will's got two new chefs."

Mario and Grady smiled at the company and bowed deeply, to enthusiastic
applause.  Eddie said, "Oh dude, I kinda forgot, what with all that dungeon
stuff.  I'll help too if you want."

"Thanks for offering Eddie, but I think I can manage with these two if
they're as talented as they claim to be.  OK, sirs, to work."

As they left, Randy grinned, "Bit weird hearing the boss call his
assistants `sirs'."

"They'll do great," Mike said.  "They know how important this is to Will."

Mario reinforced that point to Grady as they followed Will into the
kitchen.  "Amore, all joking aside, this is a very important event for Will
and we must help him all we can."

"Don't you think I know that, Mario?  I love the kid a whole lot and we'll
help him make it a triumph.  Still," he grinned, "I'm sorry he nixed the
bare-butt thing."

<><> WILL GIVES THE ORDERS <><>

When they got to the kitchen Mario and Grady looked around in dismay.
Every countertop was covered with bowls, vegetables, sauces and all the
other ingredients that go into a large, elaborate dinner party.  When Will
opened the refrigerator, that too was full of food in various stages of
preparation.

"That is really intimidating, bambino," Mario said.

"Not if you know what you're doing, sir.  OK, here's where we are.  I'm
serving quiche to start, then a fish casserole as it's easy to serve to a
crowd, and finishing up with my famous rhubarb pie. Eddie and me already
did a lot of the basic prep.  Over there are the vegetables and stuff that
are ready for cooking – this counter for baking, this for steaming.  The
only exception is that pile of potatoes that still have to be peeled.
That's your job, Grady as you have limited skills."

That gentle put-down made Grady look at Mario with a wry, wide-eyed smile.
But he dutifully said, "Aye-aye, chef," picked up the peeler and began
hacking at a potato.  Will sighed and took the peeler from him.  "No, no,
sir, you hold it like this and peel the skins thin like this ... see?  It's
all in the wrist action – you have to have strong wrists."

"Are you saying I'm limp-wristed, dude?"

Will giggled.  "No sir, I didn't mean that.  Action heroes don't have limp
wrists."

"I'll take that as a compliment, kiddo."  Grady flashed another smile at
Mario.

Will turned to Mario, "And you, sir, I'd like you to help me with the
quiches.  It's my own recipe and I'm making three, eight slices in each so
the guys can have two each if they want.  As they're the hors d'oeurve I'm
serving them at room temperature, so we'll cook them first and let them
cool.  Then I'm making the sauces and I'd like your input, sir, as a couple
of them are from Italy and I want to get them right."

"I'd be more than happy to, bambino ... er, could I clear one thing up.  I
can't go on calling you bambino and you calling us sir.  After all, you're
the boss and we're your staff."

"Oh I don't mind, sir.  I like it when you call me `bambino' – like you
do Brian – and it feels right to call you `sir'.  I know I'm the chef de
cuisine but I think of this as a team effort.  When Randy hired me for this
job he explained that he and Bob were giving it as a thank you to Mike and
Larry, so he wanted it to be special – `kinda fancy', is what he said,
with great food and wines, table all set up like a fancy restaurant.

"So that's what we're gonna give him, sirs.  We're all in this together.
And Grady, you're doing well with the potatoes, you've really got the hang
of it.  You're right, Mario, he learns fast, given the proper training."

"Thanks, boss," Grady said, with another quick glance at Mario.  They were
both thinking the same thing.  This had started out as a kind of lark but
when they saw the scope of the effort and the dedicated, skillful way Will
went about it, they were hugely impressed and felt a wave of affection for
the freckle-faced boy blinking earnestly behind his glasses.

Grady wanted to hug him, but he stuck with the potatoes.  Both men realized
how serious this effort was, and they felt an intense desire to help Will
make the party the success he deserved.

Will marshalled his forces with military precision, doling out orders to
the movie star and the Italian, who both immersed themselves in the complex
operation.  "All done, chef," Grady said proudly when finished with one
task.  "What's next?"

Will had intense conversations with Mario about Italian sauces and was as
eager to learn from him as the men were to learn from Will.  Through it all
the men became increasingly impressed with Will's culinary skills, and
their affection for the eager, once-shy young redhead increased.

As they fell into a routine they felt able to talk while they worked.  And
when Will left the kitchen briefly to fetch some kitchen tools from his
truck, Grady and Mario had a quick conversation on a subject they
immediately agreed on.  When Will came back and they resumed work, Grady
broached the topic with Will.

"Dude, we were just talking about sleeping arrangements tonight.  Larry has
assigned rooms to all of us and we wondered where you would be."

"Oh yes, sir.  Well, everyone here is a couple, all except me.  So Larry
suggested a real nice room in the little pool house.  It's small but really
comfortable, with its own bathroom and all."

"Ah, good," Grady said, then hesitated and looked at Mario who took over.

"Larry has given us a really big room with a king-size bed.  I think he
assumed we would want the space as we were used to all the space in the
Grady House.  So anyway, we, er ... we were wondering if, rather than
sleeping out there all alone, you would like to share with us, bambino."

"Like, bunk in with us," Grady smiled, "in that huge king bed, like our boy
Brian often does at home.  After watching you work so hard here we'd like
to give you a small reward.  Though I don't know if you'd consider it a
reward or a penance, kiddo," he chuckled.

When Will raised his head from the dish he was working on his eyes were
shining.  "Oh, sleeping with you and Mario would definitely be a reward,
sir.  Only thing is, I wonder what Brian would think about that.  He's my
good friend and I wouldn't want to upset him."

"I don't think you would, bambino, but we could call him, if you like, to
make sure."

"OK, sir.  Once we've put the quiches in the oven we have thirty minutes.
What I usually do at this point is open a bottle of white wine and take a
break."  He giggled. "Julia Child used to do that when I watched her on TV,
and I believe she got a bit tipsy sometimes."

"Sounds good to me," Grady grinned.  "Or perhaps not ... too much to do, eh
boss?  But a glass of wine would go down a treat."

So Will pulled a bottle from the fridge and they all sat down at the
butcher block in the middle of the room.  While he poured three glasses
Mario called Brian and asked if he would be OK if Will slept with them.
Mario smiled then handed the phone to Will.  "He wants to talk to you,
Will."

"Dude you gotta," came the excited voice. "I mean, practically the whole
world wants to sleep with Grady, so don't miss the chance, buddy.  You'll
have a blast.  And don't worry about me.  My boyfriend Brandon has been
sleeping with me in the Grady House while the guys are gone, as Ranger Pete
is out of town.  And Danny's lover Tommy is here too, so we're doing just
fine.

"Hey, dude, Eddie called Brandon and told him what's been going on out
there in the desert.  His video sounds epic, can't wait to see it.  We
asked him to email a copy but he said he's not putting it `in general
release' until it's had its premiere with you guys.  You know how he is,
like he just made Gone with the Wind."

They talked more boy-talk for a bit longer, then Will rang off and said,
"He's fine with it, so yes thank you, sirs, I would love to sleep with you.
When I've finished a big gig like this I'm usually still on a high, lots of
excess energy to burn, so it would be nice to share it with you, sirs."

Eddie ran in at that point, asking what he could do.  Will said, "Time to
set up the table, on the lawn, dude.  I want three centerpieces.  See those
flowers over there?  I've already made one centerpiece and you should copy
it with the flowers.  But cut them down short like I did.  We want the guys
to see each other across the table, not talking into a bunch of flowers.

"And I would like Larry to set up an outdoor bar.  Ask him to come and see
me and I'll tell him what to take out.  I know the favorite drinks of all
the guys."

"Aye-aye, sir," Eddie said, flashing his crooked grin at Grady and Mario.

Grady raised his glass.  "Here's to a knockout event, guys."  They clinked
glasses and drank.  "And later tonight kiddo, we'll find a way to burn up
all that excess energy of yours, eh Mario?"

"Assolutamente." Mario laughed.  "And Grady can be very inventive,
bambino."

<><> WILL'S TRIUMPH <><>

The other guys – Mike, Randy and Bob, Mark and Hassan – were in the
house showering and freshening up before dinner.  When they eventually
emerged, the long table on the lawn was already elegantly set – with a
white cloth, plates, silverware and three centerpieces of flowers.

"Well, Randy," Bob said, "you told Will you wanted it to look like a posh
restaurant, and it does."

"Looks terrific," Randy smiled.  "That kid sure earns his money."

Larry was at his post behind a small bar set up close by.  "I'm taking
drinks orders, sirs."  They came up and Larry poured.  Randy asked, "You
got Scotch, Larry?" Larry smiled and reached down behind the bar. "Sure we
do, sir.  For you, your favorite Chivas Scotch.  Will brought some
specially from home.  He said to stash it away for you."

Randy's eyes moistened, "Damn, that kid is amazing – to remember that
when he had so many other things to think about.  OK, Larry, pour me a
double."

There were appetizers at various small tables nearby and the men sat down
with their drinks.  The atmosphere was already mellow when Will suddenly
emerged.  "Dinner is served, sirs. Please take your seats.  Mike at the
head and Larry on his right as they are guests of honor."

Will was in full authoritative head-chef mode which impressed the group,
recalling how shy and unobtrusive he could be sometimes.  He came up to
Randy and asked, like a good head-waiter, "Is everything to your liking
sir?"

Randy smiled, took off Will's hat and ruffled his hair, then jammed the hat
back on and kissed him.  "Red, you've done us proud. It's just what I
wanted.  I told you I'm not good at this high-class stuff, but this is way
beyond my expectations.  Oh, and Red, thanks for the Chivas."

"I'm glad you're pleased, sir.  And I had a lot of help in the kitchen from
Grady and Mario.  They really got into the swing of things and followed my
orders exactly.  And guess what, sir.  They've asked me to spend the night
with them, in their great big bed."

"Perfect," Randy beamed.  "Just what you deserve, sleeping with the
heartthrob movie star and his gorgeous Italian lover.  And tomorrow night
Bob and me want you to sleep with us."

His freckled face broke into a smile.  "It's a date, sir.  I gotta get back
to the kitchen ... we're ready to bring out the first course.  It's quiche,
sir, but don't worry, a real man like you can eat quiche and still be a
macho boss man."

"Good to know, kiddo." Will ran back to the house, straightening his hat,
and Randy smiled after him. He said to Bob, at his elbow, "I'm crazy about
that kid, buddy. His dad Seth is a lucky guy."

In a few minutes the quiche was served and the three chefs emerged from the
kitchen.  Randy stood up and banged on his glass for silence.  "Gentlemen,
first I want to say a big thank you to Mike and Larry for their
hospitality, not only for this weekend but for their continuing support of
us guys in the tribe.  Mike sure keeps me in my place on the, er, rare
occasions I stray."

Amid the laughter the men raised their glasses in a chorus of "Mike and
Larry."

"And next a special thanks to Will and his assistant chefs and helpers.
And that means you two, Mario and Grady, and Larry and Eddie.  You know the
drill, guys."

They stood in a row, shoulder to shoulder.  Will was in the middle between
Grady and Mario, all three resplendent in bright red aprons and chefs hats.
Beside them were Eddie and Larry at either end.  The chefs raised their
hats high in the air and swooped them down in a deep theatrical bow, the
other boys bowing beside them.  The cheers were thunderous.

When they straightened up, Grady and Eddie, Mario and Larry all turned to
face Will and flung out an arm like the cast at a curtain call
acknowledging the star.  Will performed another deep bow as Randy leapt to
his feet and led a standing ovation.

When Will straightened up he was blushing deeply with a huge smile, his
wide eyes blinking behind his owl glasses.  He had pulled off a triumph,
and he knew it.

<><> WILL GETS HIS REWARD <><>

The raucous dinner went on late as one course followed another, through to
Will's signature dessert, rhubarb pie, then coffee and after-dinner drinks.
The men dawdled over their drinks, enjoying the mellow mood and warm
companionship.

But eventually Mike stood up and said, "Guys, Larry and I want to thank
Randy and Bob for arranging this celebration, along with the tireless
efforts of Will, the master chef.  Please feel free to stay and drink and
talk as long as you like.  But one thing I forbid is any attempt at cleanup
tonight.  This table and the kitchen can stay as they are until tomorrow
when Larry and I will pitch in and help straighten it all up.

"This has been a memorable day, so sleep well, make love, cuddle, all those
good things. We love you all, guys."

Shortly after, Mario said, "Signori, Grady and I are going to ... how do
you say ... hit the bag?"

"Hit the sack," they all chorused."  Mario laughed, "Such an unpleasant
phrase.  I prefer `getting our beauty sleep'."

"Otherwise known as getting your rocks off," Eddie shouted, and Hassan
clamped his hand over his mouth."

"Grazie mille, Eddie for the, er, translation.  Whatever it's called, we
are going to enlist our friend Will in the effort, so we have to deprive
you of the star of this show."  He stood up with Grady and Will and they
left the table to renewed applause.  Grady whispered in Will's ear, "One
thing I learned as an actor, kiddo – know how to make an exit.  It
should always be an applause line."

In the large guestroom Grady and Mario lost no time in taking all their
clothes off, watched by Will, mesmerized by the sight of two such beautiful
men.  Mario smiled, "I hope you don't mind, bambino, but we always sleep
naked."

Will gulped, "I don't mind at all, sir ... not at all."  He kicked off his
sneakers and dropped his shorts, but modesty left on his T-shirt and boxer
briefs.  There was no way he could compete with the beauty of these
two. But Grady said, "Here, kiddo, let us help you with that."  Mario stood
behind him and pulled his T-shirt off over his head while Grady dropped to
his knees and pulled down his briefs."

Will's cock sprang out hard as a poker and Grady grinned, "Hmm, all ready
to rumble, I see. I love that about you, kiddo."

Will stood nervously, not sure what came next.  Grady smiled at Mario and
between them they picked him up, carried him to the bed and gently laid him
down, propping him up against the pillow.  Bellissimo," Mario smiled, and
they fell on the bed on either side of him.

Grady propped himself on his elbow.  "Will, we want to show our thanks to
you for everything you taught us today – more than you know, actually.
Usually at this point Mario and I make love before we sleep, but tonight we
want you to choose what you want – assuming you want us to make love to
you."

"Oh I do, sir.  Randy told me not to waste an opportunity like this."  He
paused in thought.  "Anything, sir?"

"Anything your heart desires," Grady laughed.

"Well sir ... see, I've never been fucked by a movie star before and I
wondered ... I mean, Brian told me if feels awesome, so ... so I ..."

"So you wanted to give it a try," Grady said.  "Well let me tell you
something, kid.  I've never fucked a head chef before.  You were my boss
today, and I've never fucked my boss either, unless you count Mario who
bosses me around all the time."  Mario smiled at Grady. He loved to see
Grady chatting with a shy boy like Will, making him feel he was the most
important person in the room.

"Randy was right," Grady said. "I don't want to waste an opportunity like
this either.  Seems the movie star wants to make love to the head chef –
and vice- versa.  A match made in heaven, I'd say.  Leave everything to me,
kiddo."

He pulled Will down the bed a little so he was flat on his back with only
his head on the pillow. Gently he took off Will's glasses and laid them on
the bedside table. He dipped his fingers in a jar of lube on the table and,
keeping eye contact with the boy, reached down and eased his greased
fingers in his ass.  Will moaned and Grady asked, "Does that hurt, kiddo?"

"No sir, it feels wonderful.  Don't worry, sir.  I've been butt-fucked by
Seth many times and his cock is huge."

"Right, so you know what to do eh?"  In reply Will hooked his hands behind
his knees and pulled his legs back.  Grady looked down at the eager
freckled face and recalled the boy taking charge of his kitchen earlier,
this once-shy kid confident in his kingdom.  Now, as then, his heart went
out to him and he wanted so much to give him pleasure by making love to his
ass.

He pressed the head of his cock into the fine ginger hair round his butt
and eased it into his ass, pushing deeper and deeper, watching the ecstasy
spreading over his face.

Will stared up at the man he had watched so often on the screen as the
ruggedly handsome Tarzan, and could hardly believe this was the same
person.  He was getting fucked by Tarzan!  That image made his already hard
cock pulse and he feared for a second that he would cum, but he held back,
as he wanted this to go on and on.

And it did. As Mario nodded encouragement to Grady he increased the tempo
until his cock was driving inside the boy's ass like a piston, not enough
to hurt, but enough to give him infinite pleasure.  Will always loved
getting fucked by his stepdad Seth, but he was a rough, sexy construction
boss.  Grady was different, a gentle man with a sculpted body and finely
chiseled features.

And suddenly that face came closer and his smiling pale-green eyes
penetrated Will's, making him feel like the most important person in his
world.  Which at this moment Will was.

The face came lower and their lips touched, then opened in a warm
full-mouth kiss. The long cock continued to caress his ass and Will felt
for a moment stifled by joy.  But when he remembered to breathe through his
nose he relaxed into the infinite pleasure of Grady's touch.

At last Grady pulled his face back and Will found himself staring up at
another – the dark square-cut Mediterranean features of Mario smiling
down at him.  His lips replaced Grady's on his open mouth and Will's mind
reeled.  He was being fucked by the movie-star and kissed by his Italian
lover.

When Mario pulled away, Will's freckled face was glowing and Mario said, "I
am so glad you're happy, bambino, and that you are spending the night in
our bed.  He kissed Will's check, then licked his neck his chest and
nipples, and all the while Grady's rod eased in and out of his ass.  He was
in heaven, pure and simple.

Mario moved lower, kissed his belly button, and then Will gasped as he felt
Mario's tongue lick the sensitive head of his cock.  The warm mouth closed
over it and Will shuddered as his cock slid down Mario's throat.  It was
sensory overload as he was fucked and sucked by these handsome lovers.

Falling under their spell Will lost track of where he was and felt semen
rushing up his cock.  But Mario sensed it too and quickly pulled away.
"Not yet, bambino.  We haven't finished yet."

Mario's face turned and he smiled up at Grady. Will saw their eyes meet and
he suddenly understood the depth of their passion for each other.  He knew
they made love all the time and their boy Brian had told him that was when
they entered their own private world – and sometimes took Brian there
with them.

Was it possible that he, Will, could experience that too?  He saw the
hungry look in Grady's eyes even as he continued his gentle massage of
Will's ass.  And Will saw clearly what had to happen.  He took a deep
breath and said to Mario, "Sir, I think Grady wants to feel your cock in
his ass."

Mario smiled at Grady.  "Is that true, amore?  Do you want me to make love
to your ass while you make love to Will's?"

Grady gave his answer to Will.  "You know me too well, kiddo.  You want to
join us?"

Will blinked hard.  "Yes please, sir."

Grady turned back to Mario. "You heard what the boss said, amico. He gave
you another order."

Mario stood behind his lover and put his hands on his hips that moved
forward and back fucking Will's ass.  All Mario had to do was press his
cock against his ass and let Grady do the rest.  Whenever Grady's hips
moved back, his ass slid further onto Mario's cock until he was both
fucking and getting fucked, his ass impaled on Mario's cock, his own
penetrating Will.

Will gazed up in disbelief, so many sexual pleasures merging together.  He
saw the two handsome faces above him, Mario piledriving his lover's ass and
forcing Grady's rod deeper into Will's.  It was like being fucked by both
men.  He had never felt anything like this and his cock was straining for
release.

That came when Mario's face pushed over Grady's shoulder, Grady turned to
look at him and they kissed.  This was their world, their private world
they were sharing with Will.  They were making love to each other and to
Will in a perfect rhythm, ensuring they would climax together.  Grady
curled one arm round the back of Mario's neck and his other hand reached
down and stroked Will's cock.

The prefect lovers both smiled down at Will.  He knew they were about to
cum, and felt his own climax approaching.  He was floating in this magical
world to the sound of Grady's merry laughter as Mario came inside him,
Grady's semen filled Will's ass, and Will's own cock erupted in Grady's
hand.

Will impulsively joined in the laugher of both men – an outpouring of
joy that resonated all through the house.

<><> RUMORS <><>

It took a while to disentangle their limbs but eventually they had Will in
his original position, sitting propped up against the pillows.  Grady said,
"So how did it feel, dude, getting fucked by a movie star?"

"It felt wonderful, sir.  Funny thing, though, by the end I forgot you were
a movie star.  I was getting fucked by my friend."

"Will," Grady laughed, "you could not have said a nicer thing.  I was just
one of the guys."

"It was kind of like being in another world, sir."

Mario smiled.  "You were in another world, bambino – our private magical
world.  And next time you're at the Grady House we'll take you into another
magical world – our secret garden, and you can share it's magic with us.

"In the meantime, kiddo ..." the familiar roguish grin lit Grady's face.
"At this point in the evening I would pump Brian for gossip.  He knows it
all, knows where all the bodies are buried.  But you get around to all the
other houses when you do catering jobs, you must see and hear it all."

"I do, sir.  But I have to treat it all in confidence, sir, it goes with
the job."

Mario hurried to reassure him.  "We understand, bambino, and we wouldn't
dream of asking you to betray a confidence.  But you are close friends with
Eddie and he's the one who feeds and nurtures the grapevine.  There must be
rumors."

Will brightened. "Oh, if it's rumors you want I've got some beauties."

Mario smiled, "Ah ... this calls for a late-night brandy."  He got off the
bed, went to the drinks cabinet that Larry had put there, and came back
with a bottle and three glasses on a tray.  He got back on the bed beside
Will and poured the drinks.

Grady grinned roguishly.  "OK, kiddo, spill.  What's coming up next?"

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 557


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