Date: Tue, 26 Nov 2013 18:07:16 -0500 (EST)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 183  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 183
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
  Ben thanks Jason in the way he knows best.  "The fireman was driven crazy
by the young buck riding him, like a wild young gypsy boy riding a stallion
bareback, his ripped shirt hanging on his naked body."  Eddie spends a day
with Darius, the Marines, and the arrogant Golden Boy. "The blond was on
all fours, Darius behind him, Eddie in front.  `OK kid, let's drown the
fucker in jizz'."  Enter Hassan, the muscle-stud Marine.

******************

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH Chapter 183 – "Ben & Eddie Serve Their Masters"


"I'm home, sir!  I'm home!"  Ben burst into the bedroom where Randy and Bob
were standing close together and they pulled apart in surprise.  "Oh,
sorry, sirs ... should have knocked, I guess ... but I'm home, sirs."

"We see you are," Bob grinned, "and glowing so bright you could set the
house on fire."  Randy had never seen his kid brother so excited.  "OK,
kiddo, sit down and tell us all about it."  The men sat on the bed and Ben
sat facing them.  For the first time Ben had spent the evening and night
with the muscle-stud fireman, Jason, and now the whole story came tumbling
out, disjointedly, with Ben not pausing for breath.

"Well, sir, it was totally awesome ..." and on he went, falling over
himself in his excitement until Bob finally laughed and said, "Enough!
... I think we get the picture, Ben.  So what d'ya think, Randy?  Think our
little brother's in love?"

"Sure sounds like it," Randy agreed.  Any lingering objections Randy might
feel about Ben being with Jason were banished by the sheer joy on Ben's
face.  He had never seen him so excited and his heart went out to him.
"So, did he ask you to be his boy?"

"Not yet sir but I'm seeing him again tomorrow – if that's OK, sir –
and he said he wants to ask me something real important."

Randy huffed.  "Just tell him you want to be his boy.  Be like me ... when
you want something just go for it – grab it.  That's what I did with Bob
here," he grinned.

******************

Good thing it was Saturday as the boys spent most of the day grilling Ben
about Jason, every last detail.  In fact it was such a hot story that
Darius filmed Ben telling it.  "Definitely one for the archives," he said.
"So, dude, does that mean you're Jason's boy now?"  Ben blushed.  "No,
Jason didn't say anything about that, but he put a toothbrush on one side
of the sink and said that's my side, and he put my clothes in a drawer and
said that was my drawer."

Darius threw his hands in the air.  "Well what more do you want, dude, an
engraved invitation?  Your own side of the sink, your own drawer ... you'll
be wearing each other's underwear next."

"We already are," Ben grinned.  "I'm wearing his boxer briefs right now, a
pair he's already worn twice!"  He blushed.  "My own kinda got soaked in
cum."  Then he frowned.  "But I'm not gonna wait for him to ask me.  Randy
says I should just go for it and tell him I want to be his boy.  Whenever
Randy wants something real bad, he said, he just grabs it – like he did
with Bob."

"Yeah, well you're not Randy, and Jason's not Bob," Pablo said with an edge
to his voice.  Although he and Ben worked together and had become best
buddies, there was always a competitive streak between them.  And while
Pablo was envious of Ben and the idea of him maybe becoming Jason's boy, on
balance he was pleased, as that cleared the deck for Pablo with Randy.  The
adopted son wouldn't be competing with the kid brother for his attention.

"Well, I think it's brilliant, mate," said Nate in his thick Australian
accent.  "I mean I know you've got Randy and Bob but that's family, and
it's different when you have a real master, especially one as hot as Jason.
I should know, mate ... I've got Adam.  All the guys in Sydney lusted for
him and now he's mine ... or I'm his, I should say."

Jamie put his arm round Ben and said, "It would be great for Jason too.
Like I told you, Jason's basically lonely – never had a relationship,
never had a boy.  If it works out for you two it would be the best thing
for you both."

The twins were practical as ever, and Kyle said, "Ben, if Jason does ask
you to be his boy you're gonna have to learn how to cook for him.  And
Jason eats real healthy food.  So come and help us prepare dinner and we'll
give you some tips."

"Thanks, guys," Ben said, then he grinned at Eddie.  "What about you,
Eddie?  You approve of Jason?  After all, you've got your own master,
Hassan, that hot stud Marine who's every guy's wet dream.  Do you recommend
it?"

Eddie blushed as all eyes turned to him.  "You bet, sir, it's awesome.  And
like I told you, tomorrow I'm gonna be working with Darius on that film
shoot for the Marines that's gonna star Hassan in all his combat gear and
stuff.  So I say definitely.  If Jason asks you, you should just go for it.
Any boy would be crazy not to say yes to that fireman."

Surprisingly Eddie had the last word and now it just remained to see how it
would all play out.  Ben spent the afternoon in the kitchen learning all he
could from the twins.  They even suggested a dinner menu for Jason in case
Ben ever got the opportunity to cook for him.

That night, as arranged, Ben slept with Randy and Bob and was kept busy
seeing to their sexual needs.  Finally exhausted he slept between them and,
while he loved the warmth of their bodies next to his, his dreams floated
down the hill to Jason, who must be getting home from work right about now.

Ben's love for Randy and Bob was the quiet, steady love of family, of
absolute security, and he knew it would last forever no matter how many
mistakes he made.  But his love for the man he was dreaming of was
different.  It was new, exciting, and transformed him from little brother
to a master's boy – or so he hoped.  The uncertainty of this disturbed
his sleep and made him even more determined to confront Jason with his
request as soon as he saw him tomorrow.

*******************

Morning came at last and Ben woke early, too excited to sleep any longer.
He slid quietly out of bed and went to the kitchen.  The twins were already
there, in just their undershorts, still drowsy with rumpled hair.  They
always went to the kitchen first thing to get the coffee going and make a
start on breakfast for all the guys.  "Jeez," Ben said, "you guys always
look gorgeous even this early with sleep still in your eyes.  Sorry I kinda
monopolized Bob last night."

Kyle grinned, "That's OK, Ben.  Bob's taking us out for the day and tonight
he's gonna sleep with us, so he'll make it up to us."  Kevin took over.
"OK, so why don't you practice your cooking and make breakfast for Bob and
Randy and we'll supervise?  Kind of a rehearsal."

Soon Ben was walking into the master bedroom, proudly carrying a big tray
laden with food.  "Wow, Bob said.  Well whoever's boy you end up as the guy
is sure gonna be well fed.  You all set for this afternoon with Jason?"

"Yes, sir.  The twins have given me all kinds of notes about food and even
suggested a menu for dinner.  I know my way around Jason's kitchen so I'll
give it a shot.  That's if he even still wants me after I tell him I want
to be his boy.  Maybe it'll scare him off.  Anyway, he'll be home from work
at two in the afternoon so I'm going then.  I'm real nervous though –
kinda paranoid that he'll call me and cancel."

"Hey, kiddo," said Randy, "don't sell yourself so short.  You're a great
young guy, not to mention gorgeous, and what's more you're my brother.  And
we don't get nervous about other guys – we make them nervous.  Hell,
that's what I always seem to do anyway."  He laughed and ruffled Ben's
hair.  "Now go and clean up and get ready for your big date.  And don't
forget – you have any trouble, you call me.  I've got your back, little
brother – always."

A bit later Ben was trying to decide what to wear.  Last time he dressed
preppy in a smart Polo shirt.  But this time he would dress casually –
for sex-appeal.  He chose a basic white tank top that fitted him snuggly
across his chest, showing off his pecs and his ridged abs.  Surfer shorts,
he thought, his dark blue ones with a broad white stripe across the top of
the ass that accentuated his perfect round buns.  And flip flops.

When he went to say goodbye, Randy said, "Holy shit, kid, that looks sexy
as fuck.  Better get out of here before I change my mind about Jason and
keep you for myself."  Bob hugged Ben and said, "You look good enough to
eat, Ben.  You have nothing to worry about – he'll be crazy about you."
Ben wished he had Bob's confidence.  The closer the time came the more
nervous he got that Jason would find some excuse to cancel.

Then, as he drove down the hill, it was as if his fears had come true as he
heard the text-tone on his smart phone and he saw that it was from Jason.
His heart missed a beat.  He pulled over and rested his head on his arms on
the steering wheel.  "Shit, shit, shit".  He felt sure Jason was canceling.
It had been a onetime deal after all.  He felt crushed.  He took a deep
breath, his heart pounding, plucked up his courage and opened the text.

"Big warehouse fire.  Big mess.  Mopping up.  Home a bit late.  Make
ur-self at home.  Miss you, kid.  Can't wait.  J."

"YES!"  Ben pumped his fists and gave silent thanks to whatever god was up
there.  Jason was coming – a bit late – but he missed him!  `Can't
wait,' he had said.  Ben's mind sprang into action.  He had to be good and
ready for him.  He'd be weary after fighting a big fire, probably want a
drink.  Too tired for sex, maybe, but who cared?  He was coming home –
and he missed him!"

Even pulling up at the gate made Ben's dick hard.  He went round the side
of the house as he knew the back gate was usually unlocked, and went in.
At the house door he groped high on a ledge where Jason had said he kept
the spare key.  He couldn't feel it at first and panicked.

No, there it was.  He let himself in and walked through the silent house,
remembering the first time.  The kitchen where they had had eaten dinner
and talked and talked.  The bathroom where he had been so nervous he had
missed the toilet bowl, pissed partly on the floor and cleaned it up in a
panic.  And the bedroom, where Jason had fucked him for the first time and
then folded him in his arms as they slept.  Ben had a strong urge to jerk
off over the bed, but checked himself.  He had to save it for when Jason
came home.

`When Jason came home !! ......'  He would want a drink and he'd probably
be hungry.  Ben got busy and a short time later he stood by the outdoor
table where he had set out beers and sandwiches he had made – healthy
ingredients, of course, he had made sure of that.  And then he waited.  He
didn't sit down but stood still like a footman waiting for his master to
return.  His master... if only ... but at least he felt like his boy –
standing at attention, waiting.

Then, at last, he heard a truck screech to a halt outside and a door slam.
And the gate opened.

********************

Jason came in and they stood silently gazing at each other.  Jason was
clearly exhausted after hours fighting the warehouse blaze.  When they had
finally got back to the firehouse he hadn't even stopped to change out of
his firefighting gear and had driven straight home.  Hot and sweaty he had
pulled off his T-shirt and now stood stripped to the waist, suspenders
dangling at the sides of his heavy yellow pants, his handsome face and
muscular body streaked with smoke, dirt and sweat.  He was a mess – and
he looked spectacular.

His tired eyes brightened at the sight of Ben, standing nervously by the
table, looking stunning in his surfer shorts and the white tank that
contrasted with his dark gypsy looks.  Still holding his T-shirt Jason
silently raised his arms to the sides and Ben ran forward, whimpering like
a dog whose master has just returned home.  He fell against Jason's naked
chest and felt the fireman's arms fold round him.

Jason gazed into Ben's eyes.  "Hi, kiddo."  He closed his mouth over Ben's
and instantly they were locked in a ravenous embrace, tongues probing, lips
grinding together.  Finally Jason held Ben at arm's length and said, "You
look so fucking gorgeous boy, a sight for tired eyes after the day I've
had.  Man I'm exhausted."

Ben took that as his cue.  "Come and sit down, sir.  You need a drink."  He
led Jason to the table where Jason sank down with relief, impressed by the
beers and sandwiches Ben had set out for him.  He laid his T-shirt on the
table and pushed it across to Ben.  "Here, you want this, Ben?  It's so
ripped, filthy and soaked in my sweat it's not even worth washing."

"Thank you, sir."  Ben's eyes were shining.  "I'll keep it always" ... he
smiled mischievously ... "and I won't ever wash it."

Jason laughed and he took a long swig of beer.  "God, that feels good.  And
you ... look at you.  You are great to come home to, boy."

Was that a hint?  Whatever, Ben decided to take the bull by the horns just
like his big brother would have.  "Sir, I know you're tired and need to
rest, but before you do there's something I need to ask you."

"Hmm," Jason said, "well I need to ask you something too – but you go
first."

Ben took a deep breath and clenched his fists round the T-shirt he was
holding.  "Sir, I would like ..." he gulped ... "I would like to become
your boy, sir."  So there it was ... the request hung in the air as Ben
blushed, gazing at the blue eyes piercing his.  Suddenly Jason threw his
head back and laughed.

Ben was deflated.  Was his question that funny?  It suddenly felt
ridiculous ... a man like Jason, who had never had a boy.  Why in the world
would he ever take on a kid like him?  His eyes filled with tears but Jason
grabbed his hands. "What's so funny, Ben, is that you just stole my
thunder.  That was gonna be my question to you ... how would you like to be
my boy?"

Ben blinked in bewilderment, not sure what he had just heard.  Then the
truth hit him and he launched himself across the table and hugged Jason
hard, kissing him all over his face.  "Sir ... thank you sir, thank you.  I
can't believe you actually... I mean ... I'll be the best boy you could
ever have, sir.  You'll see.  Wow ... awesome ... totally awesome."

Jason pulled back for his own protection and smiled.  "So can I take that
as a yes?"  Ben sat back down and gazed speechless at his gorgeous new
master.  Then Jason got serious.

"Look Ben, I'm gonna get a couple hours sleep soon and I want you in my bed
with me – our bed I should say.  But before that I want to make a few
things clear.  When I make a commitment like this it's for the long haul,
like I told you before.  I'll take care of you and I expect total loyalty
and obedience from you.  Now, Randy and Bob and their boys are your family,
I know that, so I don't expect you to move out of your home up there.  But
I do insist on seeing a lot of you and expect you to come here whenever I
want – or you want."

His mood lightened.  "Now, I've never had a boy before, but I know what I
want, so let's see here.  Hot young stud? Check.  Tough and independent?
Check.  Handsome?  Check.  Muscular?  Check.  Gorgeous butt? Check.  But
I'll tell you something else about that.  I love fucking your ass but
you're a real alpha boy, not a bottom boy all the time – what the Brits
call a bum-boy.  No, I'll get off watching my boy fuck, and I'm even gonna
have you fuck me."  Ben's cock was throbbing now.  "You're a brave young
buck and I like that.  Which reminds me, how come you ever got up the
courage to ask to be my boy?"

"Oh, that's easy, sir, it was Randy's idea.  He said I should be like him
... when he really wants something from a guy he just goes for it – like
he did with Bob.  Said I should do the same."

Jason chuckled.  "Damn, that big brother of yours is something else.  Never
ceases to amaze me.  I see why you love him so much, and why you're so much
like him."  He took another slug of beer, then stretched.  "Man, I'm tired.
But you know what else I am? ... fucking horny as a stallion.  When I'm
fighting a big fire the adrenaline rush always makes my dick hard."

"Oh, I can take care of that, sir."  Ben stood up, grinning mischievously.
"A boy has to serve his master, doesn't he, and I can do that right here if
you would just lie back on the grass, sir."

Jason grinned at his boy's confidence and enthusiasm, two of the qualities
he admired most in him.  He stood up and pulled his pants' heavy red
suspenders up over his shoulders.  He walked round the table, then lay on
his on his back on the grass.  He looked up at his boy, his excited,
swarthy face set against the clear blue California sky, and sighed deeply
... this was the perfect antidote to the chaos and tension of the blaze he
had been fighting.

Jason opened his mouth to speak but Ben said, "Sshh ... leave everything to
me, sir."  Ben looked down at his own arms and ran his hands over them –
his forearms, biceps and up to his shoulders.  Then his hands stroked over
his tank top, over his chest and abs, then back up to his nipples that he
squeezed through the thin cotton.  He moaned softly, "Oh yeah ... oh yeah."
He was getting off on himself, showing himself off, much as he would have
in front of a mirror, though this time his master was his mirror.  And his
master was transfixed by the sight, his cock rock hard in his uniform
pants.

Smiling down at Jason with a roguish look in his eye, Ben loosened the
string round the waist of his shorts and let them drop.  Wearing nothing
underneath his cock sprang out at full mast and he stood over Jason naked
except for his white cotton tank.  With his thumbs he stroked the fabric
over his nipples lightly back and forth making his cock jerk and his head
roll from side to side.  "Holy shit," Jason breathed, "that is fucking
beautiful, boy," and Jason squeezed his own tits beside the red suspenders.

Ben was having the time of his life, turning on his master.  He turned
round and Jason gasped, seeing the perfect white globes of Ben's ass rising
up naked just below the bottom of his tank.  "Oh, man, I've gotta have that
ass," Jason said, as Ben ran his hands over it, clenching his cheeks,
almost like a stripper in a bar.  Jason was stroking the bulge in his pants
and said, "Shit, boy, you're gonna make me shoot my load."

Ben whirled round and his look was no longer mischievous ... it was fierce.
"No, sir.  You can't cum until I tell you to."  Taken by surprise, Jason
grinned.  Just who was the master here, him or Ben?  "I told you I would
take care of you, sir, and I will."  He walked forward and stood astride
his master, then dropped to his knees straddling his chest.  He lowered
himself until he felt the tip of Jason's cock touch the cheek of his ass.
Moving side to side he brushed his ass lightly against the rigid cock.

"Oh shit, that is so fucking hot, boy."  Giving himself up to the exquisite
sensation at the tip of his cock, sliding against Ben's ass-cheeks, Jason
threw his arms above his head on the ground.  Ben leaned forward and
grabbed Jason's biceps, pinning his arms to the ground.  The boy positioned
himself so his master's cock was now pressing against the warm hole of his
ass.  Ben said, "Sir, do you want to feel inside your boy's ass, sir?"

"You know the fuck I do.  Come on boy.  Give it to me.  I'm your master,
goddamit.  Give me that ass of yours."  Still pinning Jason's arms to the
ground and smiling down at him, Ben lowered his ass slowly so the head
passed over the sphincter and just inside.  Then he stopped ... he knew how
to tease a man and drive him crazy.  "More, boy, more.  I'm ordering you
now ... fuck my dick, boy."

It was more a plea than a command, but Ben obeyed, lowering himself until
he was sitting on Jason's wiry pubic hair and felt the long pole pressing
against the back of his ass.  Then he rose up all the way and sat back down
slowly, feeling his master's cock slide deep inside him, watching Jason's
face writhe beneath him.  The muscles of Jason's perfect torso flexed and
strained under the red suspenders, as he tried to get free.  Ben rose and
fell on his cock faster now, still holding the fireman captive and driving
him wild.

Fuck, thought Jason again, who's the master here, him or me?  He tensed his
arms, exerted all his strength and pushed them off the ground, forcing Ben
back up.  Knelling upright now, Ben sat down hard on Jason's cock and the
fireman impulsively reached up and grabbed Ben's tank at the neck.  As Ben
raised himself up off the rod inside him, Jason pulled down on the tank,
pulling his boy back down on his cock.

And so the fuck went into high gear, the rhythm intensified, and it was
hard to say who was in command, Jason yanking down on Ben's tank, or Ben,
physically on top and dictating the pace of the action.  All of Jason's
pent up tension and adrenaline now drained from him and he lost the last
shreds of inhibition.  Ben gazed down in awe as his master's blue eyes
flashed, the face flew from side to side, blond hair flying, and the
muscles flexed, smeared with dirt and sweat, veins bulging, suspenders
tight over the mounds of his pecs.

As Ben turned up the heat, his ass bouncing on the fireman's rod, Jason
howled, "Come on, boy, show me what you got.  Fuck my cock, boy ... harder
... Fuck me, boy ... Fuck me!"  In his frenzy Jason yanked down on Ben's
tanks so hard that it ripped down the middle and hung in shreds from his
shoulders.  The fantasy of the young buck riding his cock, like a wild
young gypsy boy riding a stallion bareback, black hair flying, naked except
for the shreds of his tank hanging on his muscular body ... it all drove
Jason crazy.

"Man, I've gotta shoot," he yelled.  Make me cum, boy.  Please, let me bust
my load in that gorgeous ass.  You're driving me wild, boy.  I'm so
close... please ...!

Ben gazed down at the gorgeous fireman begging for release.  He pounded the
cock with his ass, grabbed his own cock and pointed it down at his master.
"OK, sir, now...!"  His body convulsed and a long ribbon of cum spurted
from his cock all the way to Jason's handsome face, splashing down onto the
sculpted features, into the open mouth and flying blond hair.  He saw
Jason's incredible body shudder, heard him scream and felt the cock erupt
inside him.

The outpouring of their passion seemed to last forever, drenching Jason's
body in semen and flooding Ben's burning ass.  Master and boy were both
pouring sweat, their breath heaving.  But finally they were still, gazing
at each other in wonderment, not quite sure what had happened.  It was as
if their roles had been reversed.  Ben had got his ass fucked by his
master, but it was as if the boy was in control.  He was on top, setting
the rhythm, dictating the moment of orgasm, with his master begging for
release.

As for Jason, it had been perfect.  From the start, what he loved about Ben
was his youthful masculinity, his toughness, the fearless, macho young
buck.  That is why he wanted him as his boy, a boy who could match him.
Jason recalled when Randy had first met him and thrashed him.  Painful as
it had been, there was something erotic about submitting to the spectacular
King of the Gypsies.  And now Randy's kid brother was his boy, had just
fucked his cock, still held it captive in his ass, staring down at him, his
torn shirt hanging over his naked, heaving chest ... like pornographic art.

Jason grinned up at him.  "One thing's for sure, boy.  Randy would be damn
proud of you.  And so am I."

***********************

>From then on Ben became the loving, dutiful boy serving his master.
Jason's exhaustion returned and he allowed himself to be helped to his feet
and led inside.  Ben carefully undressed him, turned on the shower and took
him inside, soaping up the magnificent body and running his hands lovingly
over the flawless muscles, massaging his shoulders and back.  He cleaned
his face, then kissed it with a quiet, "I love you, sir."

He fell to his knees and washed Jason's feet and legs, then reached round
and soaped the hard globes of his ass.  He ran his wet hands over the balls
and cock, which was already iron hard again.  He looked up at Jason and
raised his eyebrows questioningly.  "Later, kid," Jason grinned.  "Right
now I want you in my bed."

Ben dried them both off and Jason sank thankfully into bed, pulling Ben
down beside him.  They turned onto their sides toward each other, their
arms across each other, face to face on the pillow, feeling each other's
breath on their faces.  In seconds they were fast asleep.

A few hours later Ben slid carefully off the bed, went to the kitchen and
pulled out the dinner menu the twins had given him.  Jason woke to warm
smells floating from the kitchen and he went in, amazed at the spread on
the table and the boy bending over the stove, in just his surfer shorts.
"Hey, kiddo," he said, "let me find one of my shirts for you."  He
chuckled.  "Hell, first my undershorts, then my T-shirt ... before long
you'll be wearing more of my clothes than I do."

Soon master and boy were sitting facing each other at the table.  Their
life together had begun.

********************

Of all the boys in the house, Ben was one of the toughest, and young Eddie,
the houseboy, one of the shyest, even calling some of the other boys `sir',
including Ben.  But Ben wasn't the only one having one of the best days of
his life – so was Eddie. The two boys had even made a pact.  When they
eventually got back to the house they would share their stories – Ben's
experiences with Jason and Eddie's adventures with Hassan.  And some
adventure it turned out to be!

For some time now Darius had been putting his experience with his camera to
use, working with the film crew that produced recruitment videos for the
Marines, simulating actual battlefield operations – glamorizing them
somewhat for maximum impact.  They always used Hassan as the featured actor
with his squared-jawed chiseled good looks and sculpted, muscular physique.
His exotic Arab/Asian features also satisfied the Marines' need for racial
diversity, and over time he had become the Marines' publicity poster boy.

So today Eddie was at a pitch of excitement sitting beside his hero Darius,
the stunning black boy with the huge cock who Eddie had always lusted for.
It was before dawn and Darius was driving them to the remote canyon that
the Marines publicity department used as a location for scenes of soldiers
on active duty.  Once again Darius went over the setup for Eddie.

"I'm real glad I could get this gig for you, Eddie, `cause I know you'll
have a blast. You'll be Third Assistant Director for the day, really just a
glorified gofer doing the grunt work and reporting to me as Second AD.  So
no fooling around – it's all business, a tough shoot with a lot of
frayed nerves.  Except for lunchtime," he added with a mysterious smile.
"The First AD is Christian – a Golden Boy whose rich mommy and daddy got
him the job.  He can be a real arrogant prick most of the time, but not
with me ... not any more, anyway."  Again that mysterious smile.

"Hassan is the star of the show but, although you're his boy and he loves
you to death, don't be surprised if he pays you no attention.  He takes the
job real serious and enjoys the company of his fellow Marines, who treat
him with awe and respect.  Personally I think a lot of them would like to
fuck with him, but that is definitely not on the cards.  Anyway, you stay
close to me and do what I tell you and you'll do just fine."

Eddie's eyes sparkled at the prospect of working all day with Darius,
taking orders from him.  For the rest of the trip they talked shop, with
Eddie asking endless questions about filming and Darius answering
willingly.  He was proud of the skills he had learned and knew that the
director valued him, sometimes even taking suggestions from him about
specific shots.

Eddie's heartbeat quickened as they bounced over the rough terrain to the
dirt parking lot.  As they got out of the truck a distinguished older guy
with close-cropped gray hair passed by.  "Hey, Darius, good to see you.
This the new guy?  Welcome aboard, kid.  You're in good hands with Darius –
just do whatever he tells you.  See you on set."  For some reason his words
made Eddie's cock stiffen in his shorts.

"That was the director," said Darius.  "Now stay here a minute while I go
sign us in.  He walked behind some nearby trees and was lost from sight.
Eddie was tingling with excitement, wondering where Hassan was, when
suddenly he heard a voice.  "You the new Third AD, boy?"  It was a tall
blond around thirty, good-looking but with a ton of attitude. "Well I'm the
First AD, name's Christian, and I give the orders around here.  What
experience d'you have?"

Eddie gulped.  "Hi, Chris, I'm Eddie.  Experience?  I don't have any
really.  I'm a houseboy."

"The man's eyes blazed.  The name is Christian, never Chris, but you have
to call me `sir' always.  Houseboy, uh?" he sneered.  "Well the first thing
you can do is get me coffee from the mess tent.  A houseboy should be able
to handle that."  He sighed and rolled his eyes.  "But with no experience,
god knows what use you'll be or what you're even doing here."

"He's with me, Chris."  They both whirled round to see Darius.  He had
changed into the gear he usually wore on set – fatigues, boots and a
sleeveless denim shirt open down the front.  He looked stunning. "Oh,"
Christian said, visibly deflating, the air of pomposity hissing out of him.
"Oh, sorry, Darius, I didn't know.  I was just ... er ... I was ... OK,
guys, carry on."  He turned and hurried away, missing his footing and
stumbling.  Darius chuckled.  "That's Golden Boy."

"Well," Eddie grinned, "he shouldn't wear such tight jeans 'cause you could
see his dick getting hard as he looked at you.  Is that why he gives you no
trouble?  I almost thought he was gonna call you sir."

Darius laughed and ruffled Eddie's hair.  "You'll find out, kiddo.  Lunch
breaks can be a lot of fun around here.  Now come with me."  Eddie followed
him behind the trees and gazed awestruck at the scene of feverish activity,
several huge dark green tents, generator trucks, trailers, lights, camera
equipment.  Darius suddenly became all business, but there was still a
sparkle in his eye.  He tore a sheet off the clipboard he was holding.

"Here's the latest revision of the call-sheet – changes all the time.  I
want you to take it to wardrobe and makeup – the middle tent over there
– and give it to the guy sitting just inside."  He grinned.  "It's what
Christian told me to do the first day I got here.  You'll see..."

Eddie walked through the chaotic set to the wardrobe tent, hearing the din
of loud voices before he reached it.  Inside he blinked as his eyes
adjusted from the sunlight and his jaw dropped.  The tent was crowded with
Marines talking loudly, laughing, ragging each other, their coarse jokes
laced with obscenities.  But it was the way they were dressed – or not.
Some were shirtless in fatigue pants and boots, others wore olive green
tanks, some were stripped down to their skivvies.  The air was heavy with
testosterone and the stink of man-sweat.

Eddie was getting caught up in the fantasy when someone next to him said,
"That the new call-sheet, kid?"  He snatched it from him and Eddie was
reluctantly about to leave when he heard, "Hey, Hassan, you get any hotter
looking, stud, and the next movie you'll be in's gonna be porn.  Guy like
you could make a bundle in that racket."

"Yeah, and you'd be watching every one, Sanchez.  Nah, don't fancy the idea
of you and your big dick jerking off all over the screen watching me.  I'll
stick to this – leave the porn to you, pal."

Eddie stared wide-eyed at the make-up area where Hassan was standing
stripped down to his fatigue pants with a couple of women rubbing stuff
over his chest, black and brown smudges for dirt and grease, red strokes
for cuts, and painting camouflage stripes on his face.  Eddie almost came
in his shorts, he looked so hot, head and shoulders above his buddies.
Suddenly, across the noisy crowd Hassan glanced at Eddie and winked
quickly, unseen by anyone else, then quickly refocused back on the activity
around him.  That wink almost made Eddie shoot his load.  The spectacular
Marine, undoubted star of the show, had noticed him.  And Eddie was his
boy!

**********************

The rest of the morning was pretty much a whirl as Eddie stood close to
Darius and carried out his orders, fetching pieces of equipment, clearing
things off the ground that shouldn't be in the shot, sometimes even
tweaking the actor's uniforms to just how the director wanted them.  Once
he even had to throw more dirt over Hassan's sweaty green tank top, though
by this time Hassan was so much in his role that he didn't even acknowledge
Eddie when he darted forward.

Watching Hassan in his combat gear, the iconic image of a Marine in battle,
Eddie was so turned on that he knew he would have to go somewhere quiet in
the lunch break and jack off.  But when lunch finally came Darius grabbed
two bottles of water from the catering truck and pulled Eddie away.  "We'll
eat later, kid, when the crowd's thinned out.  Come with me."

Eddie followed him up a slope away from the set, then quite a way up a
secluded path and into a clearing ringed with bushes.  He was bewildered
but drank his water, trusting Darius to know what he was doing.  He became
even more concerned when he heard footsteps in the gravel and through the
bushes came ... Christian.

The Golden Boy stared at Darius and then glanced nervously at Eddie.
"Don't worry, he's cool," said Darius, a rough edge to his voice.  He
shucked off his shirt and stood stripped to the waist in his fatigues and
boots.  With his ripped ebony physique he looked spectacular as he assumed
a commanding stance, legs wide, arms folded across his chest.  Eddie stood
back near the bushes, watching fascinated, and saw Christian swallow hard.

The tall blond approached the daunting black man and fell to his knees
before him.  Linking his hands behind his back as if they were tied he
leaned forward and used his teeth to pull down the zip of Darius's pants.
Then he probed with his tongue until finally Darius's huge tool fell out of
his pants and hung down between his legs, all ten glorious inches of it.
"Oooh," Christian moaned, the black horse-dick hanging inches from his
face.  As if in a trance he ran his tongue up the long shaft, from the
bulbous head, all the way up to the wiry, damp, black pubic hair, burying
his face in it and inhaling deeply.

It didn't take much of this for Darius's cock to swell to its whole
magnificent length, with Christian gazing at it mesmerized.  "OK, boy,"
Darius growled, "you know what to do ... and make it good."  The handsome
blond gazed up at the black muscle-boy towering over him.  "Yes, sir," he
moaned and took the cock in his mouth, letting it slide deeper and deeper,
all the way down his throat.  Breathing through his nose he didn't gag once
and Eddie realized that he had done this many times before.  This was
Darius's hold over him.  The arrogant, high-and-mighty, domineering rich
boy worshipped the young black construction worker and his enormous dick,
and here he was kneeling in abject submission before him.

Darius reached forward and grabbed a fistful of blond hair.  He pushed the
face back until only the head of his cock was in his mouth and Christian
looked up at Darius, eyes brimming with tears.  "Come on, boy," Darius
growled, "show us what a good little cock-sucker you are."  He pulled
Christian's head forward, impaling it on his cock, and so began a ferocious
face fuck as the black boy pulled the blond's face back and forth, driving
his cock deep into his throat.  Now he was gagging and choking on the huge
piece of meat, tears streaming down his face, as he beat his own cock in
his fist.

But Darius wanted more.  Suddenly he pulled out and Christian gasped,
gazing up at him.  "Hands and knees, boy," Darius barked.  Christian obeyed
instantly and Eddie watched in awe as the tall, good-looking blond knelt on
all fours, his ass pointing upward.  Darius grinned over at Eddie and
stroked his long, hard rod, already lubricated by the man's saliva.  He
dropped to his knees behind Christian, pulled his too-tight jeans down
below his ass and said, "Here it comes, boy – what you jack off every
night thinking about."  With one savage thrust he rammed his horsemeat deep
into the blond's ass and grinned with satisfaction as he heard him scream.

"Boy," he yelled, "you're gonna get that rich white ass of yours fucked
rotten by the construction worker's big black cock.  Here ... feel it."
Christian bucked and heaved as the huge rod pistoned inside him, pounding
him into a world of ecstatic pain.  After several minutes Darius paused and
shouted, "You want more, boy?  You wanna feel that pole work your sorry
ass?"

"Yes, sir," Christian yelled.  "Please, sir, give me more.  I love that
cock ... I dream about it ... please fuck my ass, sir."  Darius grinned at
Eddie.  "Yeah, maybe.  But I'm gonna let my buddy here decide that.  If you
give him a good time so he gets his rocks off I'll fuck your ass good.  You
think you can do that, boy?"

"Yes, sir, anything.  Just please don't stop fucking me, sir."  Darius
smiled at Eddie and with a beckoned him over with a nod.  Quivering with
excitement Eddie took his place at Christian's head and pulled out his
cock, already hard as a rock.  Darius grabbed Christian's hair and pulled
his head back so he was facing Eddie's cock, inches from his face.  "See
that dick, boy?  Now I want you to suck it and suck it good.  I wanna see
the Golden Boy, the bossy First AD, get his face fucked by the young Third
AD, the `houseboy' you insulted.  That'll turn me on and make me ream your
ass so hard you'll never forget it.  OK, Eddie, get to work."

Darius still gripped his head by the hair and Christian drooled
open-mouthed, tears running down his face as he gazed at Eddie's cock.
Darius said to the awestruck boy.  "OK, kid, this is an order from your
boss.  You're gonna put your cock in that mouth and pound that face for
me."  Then he grinned.  "Make me proud of you, kiddo, and make your friend
back on the set proud too.  I'll tell him what a stud you are."

The reference to Hassan did it, and Eddie felt a surge of the testosterone
that had washed over him from the Marines.  He pushed the head of his dick
just inside the open mouth, took a deep breath ... and rammed it to the
back of Christian's throat, just as Darius drove his cock savagely into the
Golden Boy's ass.  His body shook and he screamed into the gag of Eddie's
cock.  But Christian longed to please Darius, and he knew he had to please
his friend.  So he clenched his throat muscles round Eddie's shaft as it
pounded his face.

Christian was getting hammered at both ends and he was afraid he would pass
out, but the sheer euphoria of feeling the black pile-driver in his ass
kept him going.  Darius and Eddie were having the time of their lives as
they grinned at each other.  Darius was Eddie's hero and now here he was
teaming with him to double-fuck their arrogant young boss.  Eddie thought
he had never seen Darius look hotter as his gleaming muscles flexed, his
hips pounding against the pulverized ass.

After long minutes Eddie said, "Sir, I don't think I can hold back.  You
look so beautiful, I'm real close.  Can we...?"

"OK, kiddo.  You here that, dude?" he shouted to Christian.  "We're gonna
shoot our loads inside your ass and your mouth.  But we gotta feel you cum
first.  You wanna feel my jism in your ass, boy?  So let me feel your body
bust its load."  His mouth stuffed, Christian was moaning loudly.  His body
started to shake, he screamed into his gag, his body bucked violently and
then went rigid as semen poured from his cock onto the dirt beneath him.

His whole body tensed, his ass muscles clenched around the pole inside him,
and his throat squeezed the cock in his mouth.  Darius opened his eyes wide
and yelled to Eddie, "Right on, kiddo.  Let's drown the fucker in jizz."
They both threw their heads back and howled as their cocks exploded, one
pouring hot juice deep in the man's shattered ass, and the other blasting
cum down his throat.

It took a long while for the trio to calm down but finally Darius's long
pole slid out of the shuddering man's ass and Eddie pulled away from his
mouth.  Christian stayed on all fours for a while, regaining his breath and
scattered wits, but finally Darius pulled him to his feet.  Without making
eye contact he pulled up his jeans, picked up his shirt and wiped the sweat
from his face and chest.  Then he dared to look Darius in the eyes and
said, "Thank you, sir.  Thank you."  He stumbled across the clearing and
disappeared through the bushes.

Darius and Eddie zipped up their pants and left too.  As they walked down
the sandy track back to the set Eddie gazed at Darius in adoration.  "That
was totally awesome, sir.  Now I know why Christian would never dare give
your orders ... never say anything to you."

Darius laughed.  "Yeah, about the only thing Golden Boy ever says to me is,
"Please, sir.  Fuck my ass, sir.  One of the advantages of having a big
black dick I guess."  He threw his arm over Eddie's shoulder and their
peals of laughter carried all the way down the canyon.

********************

So work resumed and the pace became even more frenetic as the day wore on.
But finally the director said, "OK, let's set up for the last scene, guys.
Now this one has to show the guts and brotherhood of the Marines, who
always take care of their own.  The idea is that after a battle one of the
youngest soldiers has been hurt and we get a shot of the captain carrying
him to safety.  Hassan, you ready?

Hassan came out of the wardrobe tent and Eddie gaped.  He was shirtless
except for the last shreds of a torn shirt hanging from his shoulders.
Wearing torn fatigues and boots, his body was covered in grease and dirt
and streaks of blood, signs of a brutal battle and he still had black
camouflage stripes on his rugged square-jawed face.  He was an almost
pornographic symbol of a soldier after the heat of battle.

"OK, who's the wounded young soldier?" the director barked Christian
stepped forward and murmured, "Sir, the young guy we were gonna use was
called away by his commander.  But all we need is a young-looking guy who's
light enough for Hassan to carry for several takes."

"Jesus Christ," said the director in frustration looking around at the
assembled men.  "Shit, you guys are all too old or too fat.  Jesus fucking
Christ."  Darius was standing behind Eddie and gave him a shove.  Eddie
stumbled forward, confused, and the director said.  "Hey you're the Third
AD aren't you?  You fit the bill exactly ... young, innocent looking, nice
body but not too heavy.  Do you need him anymore Darius?"  Darius shook his
head decisively.

"OK, kid you just volunteered.  No big deal, you just have to play dead
... or unconscious at least.  Think you can do that?"  Eddie blinked and
tried to think of a response, but the director said, "Good, then for god's
sake guys get the kid kitted up – just fatigues, no boots – too heavy
– and dirt and bloodstains on the chest and face.  And do it fast before
we lose the light."

The next few minutes were a daze for Eddie as he was whisked into wardrobe,
stripped and given fatigues to wear, while the makeup women daubed dirt and
bloodstains on him.  He stumbled outside and came face to face with Hassan.
But Hassan was all business and barely glanced at him.  Darius was speaking
quietly with the director.

"Sir, instead of just opening on the soldier why don't we have him come
through those bushes there.  They're not too thick and it would look pretty
dramatic."  The director grinned.  "You're full of neat ideas, kid.  OK,
guys, throw some lights on those bushes over there for me."

Someone grabbed Eddie's arm and pulled him round behind the bushes, where
Hassan and the director joined him.  Eddie felt himself being scooped up by
Hassan with one arm under his back and the other under the crook of his
legs.  Lying in Hassan's arms he heard the director say, "Here, try this,"
and he draped one of Eddie's arms loosely behind Hassan's neck.

"Yeah, perfect.  Now go limp boy, close your eyes and drop you head back
like you're unconscious.  That's all you have to do ... leave the rest to
the soldier here.  The director disappeared and they were left alone behind
the bushes.  Hassan looked down briefly and said, "You OK?"  "Yes, sir."
"Good, do just as he said."  Hassan looked straight ahead again, his jaw
clenched as the director shouted, "Stand by everyone.  Mark it.  And
... action."

With Eddie lying across his arms, his arm limply round his neck, Hassan
moved forward and stumbled through the bushes.  He paused, looked down at
the young soldier, then gazed determinedly ahead, strode across the set,
the camera following him, until he was out of camera range.  "Cut!  That
was perfect guys.  But I want a couple more takes for coverage –
close-up and longshot.  I'm nervous that we're losing the light, so can we
go again right away?"

Without loosening his grip on the boy in his arms Hassan strode back behind
the bushes, and once again, "Mark it ... and ... action."  And so it went
for several more takes.  Behind the bushes once Eddie opened his eyes a
crack and he saw above him the exotic sculpted features the Marine, the
broad shoulders and hard biceps taking the strain, and the strips of shirt
clinging to his naked chest.  He stunk of sweat and Eddie felt drops
falling from Hassan's face onto his.  Eddie was glad that the fatigues they
had given him were loose, or everyone would have seen the shape of his huge
boner inside them.

Before the last take there was a slight delay for a lighting adjustment and
as Eddie lay in Hassan's arms his tendency to fantasize, learned from
Darius, kicked in.  He actually felt like a wounded soldier being rescued
by his captain, being carried to safety in his strong arms.  It felt so
real, with Hassan being so much in character, his body taut, his expression
tense and resolute.  Eddie's imagination ran riot and he wondered what
would happen to the young soldier when the captain got him to safety and
laid him down.  Would the captain stay with him, take care of him?

His fantasy blotted out the shout of "action" – this was too real –
and he felt himself being carried once more through the bushes and across
the set.  But instead of stopping, this time he was aware of Hassan
striding forward energetically and the sounds growing faint.

On the set the director was saying, "And that's a wrap.  Thanks guys, great
day, we got some terrific footage."  Everyone not involved in the last
scene had already left and the rest of the crew now followed them.  The
director grinned at Darius.  "Thanks for your help, Darius and for your
suggestions.  That last idea was brilliant – made the shot.  Hassan
seems to have done his disappearing act again.  Always leaves right after
we wrap.  Run after him and make sure he and the boy are OK.  The kid was
perfect ... might use him again."

As he left, Darius winked at Christian who nodded with a slight smile.
There was no sign of Hassan or Eddie so he gathered his gear and ran toward
the parking lot.  He finally saw them up ahead but ... what the fuck?
Eddie was still lying limply in Hassan's arms, and he was striding toward
his jeep.  Was it Darius's fantasy or ...?  It was as if the scene was
continuing ... as if the Marine captain really was carrying the young
soldier away from the scene of battle.

His jaw dropped as he saw the Marine lay the limp body carefully across the
back seat of his jeep, then jump in behind the wheel and drive slowly away.
"Holy shit," Darius said, "what the fuck's going on?"  He jumped into his
own truck, made sure his camera was there, and took off after the jeep.
Darius's fantasy wheels were spinning into overdrive ... a fantasy where a
handsome, muscular Marine was driving a wounded young soldier away to a
place of safety.

But where too, and what was he gonna do with him then?

***********************

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Part 184


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