Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2019 03:39:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 447  by Rob Williams

TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 447
By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 447 – "MASTER & BOY AT LAST"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

After the party Grady swaps gossip with his boy Brian.  The handsome movie
star and his Italian lover Mario make love to young Brian and Mario wants
to freeze the moment in time. Then tough, macho Seth and gentle young Danny
go on a dinner date full of love and laughter.  But then Danny falls into a
perilous situation where he is rescued in a vicious fight by the man who
swears to protect him always.
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************ In the previous chapter ***************

"The Grady House always works its magic."  Those words, in a lilting
Italian accent, were spoken by Mario, the handsome Italian lover of the
heartthrob movie star Grady, both of them owners of the Grady House where a
festive gathering of the tribe was in full swing.

He was sitting at the group lunch with the tribe's leaders Randy and Bob.
They had all just been treated to a stunning display of master/boy role
reversal where the musclehunk Marine Hassan had just been fucked by his own
boy Eddie to prove he deserved his new title of senior boy.

"And I do not mean only Hassan and Eddie," Mario continued.  "You must have
heard of what happened last night between Seth, Danny and Tommy –
especially Seth and Danny."

"Yeah, that seems to be a story in the making," Bob said.  "But I wonder if
it will go anywhere?"

"Oh, amico, magic like that does not just disappear in a puff of smoke.
Just glance down at the end of the table where the three of them are
talking.  That's not smoke getting in their eyes.  That is what we call
vivacitΰ ... how do you say ... genuine sparkle?"

It had all started the previous night when the rugged construction worker
Seth had stumbled into the room Danny was sharing with his boyfriend Tommy
– and at Danny's urging Seth stayed the night.  Over a nightcap drink
Seth mentioned that he was confused about the setup of masters and boys in
the tribe.  "Like, whose boy are you Danny?"

"Hm, well, Tommy's my lover and he's the boy of Steve and Lloyd.  But I'm
the only boy who doesn't have a master, sir.  Grady and Mario are my bosses
and they love me, but their boy is Brian, not me."

"So, er, what makes a guy a master?" Seth asked.

"Well," Danny explained, "he's older than the boy, he has to look like a
master and be dominant sexually.  It can be a Randy type – tough and
rugged – or a guy like Bob who comes across as kind and gentle but can
be macho as hell.  Now you, sir, are definitely the Randy type.  You even
look like him – a big tough muscular gypsy.  It's what's called an alpha
male, and you are definitely that, sir."

Huh," Seth laughed.  "I guess I should take that as a compliment.  But,
hell, I could never teach a kid anything.  Look at the mess I made with my
son Will.  Nah, I'm not master material."

"That's not true, sir," Danny said heatedly.  "Like I said, a master
protects his boy and I bet you would fight like a tiger for your boy.  You
said you've no social skills but that's something that can be learned. But
being a tough hunk like you – that's bred in the bone, you can't fake
that.  I mean, all the boys naturally call you sir, don't they? They know a
master when they see it."

Seth later proved this when he gazed at Tommy's perfect gymnast butt.  He
growled in his guttural voice, "You can't flaunt this ass in front of a guy
like me without getting fucked, boy.  I see an ass like that I fuck it."
Then to Danny, "And you, you young fucker, are gonna stay there and watch
me fuck your boyfriend.  Then it's your turn.  You two may be all cool and
confident in this big fancy house but when it comes to fucking ass I'm the
master, get it?"

It was when Danny's turn came that the real magic kicked in.  Danny looked
up into Seth's magnetic blue eyes set in his swarthy face with its high
cheek bones, heavily stubbled jaw and shaggy dark hair.  As their eyes met
there was a flash of ... recognition? ... familiarity? ... a sensation that
could only be felt but not explained.

Danny was expecting the same savage wildman fuck that the rugged
construction worker had given Tommy, so he was relieved when Seth leaned
over him and he felt the long shaft slide slowly, tenderly in his ass. It
was as if Seth read his mind. "See, you don't have to worry kiddo.  I sent
the caveman back to his cave.  It's just me now, you and me and I'll take
good care of you."

Tommy was happy for his lover – the way Danny and Seth had found this
connection – and he felt in no way felt threatened by it.  He and Danny
were lovers, but there was no reason why Danny should not also have an
older man in his life as Tommy had Steve and Lloyd.

Next day, after the tribe had watched Eddie fuck the macho soldier Hassan,
Seth said to Danny and Tommy, "Man, there's more to this master-boy thing
than I realized.  Those two turned it on its head.  It must feel great to
have a boy you can protect, but I doubt if I could handle it.

"I mean those guys have money and power.  Me," he chuckled, "I'm just a
simple construction worker, just starting to pull down a salary and with a
roof over my head at last.  Nah, I'm too rough around the edges, no
breeding, no experience. I've heard guys call me primitive and they're
right.  But look at you two.  You've both worked in fancy hotels and that
rubs off – I mean, you've got class."

"But sir, like I said before, it's not the money or the job a guy does –
it's the man himself – the total vibe he puts out.  And sir, your vibe
is definitely a master vibe, no question.  As for the social manners and
all that stuff, like I said that stuff can be learned."

"Tell you what, sir," Danny said.  "On Tuesday evening I'm gonna be all on
my own.  Tommy is working a dinner party at Steve's house, Mario and Grady
will be out of town on some P.R. gig for Grady's studio, and Brian will be
spending the night at his boyfriend Brandon's place.  So, sir, if you're
not doing anything Tuesday ... why don't you take me out to dinner?  I know
this great place down in Silver Lake, kinda smart/casual.  I would love to
go there with you, sir."

"Me, take you?" Seth laughed.  "See me in a fancy restaurant?  Hell, I
wouldn't know which damn fork to use."

"Oh nobody cares about that sort of thing these days.  And anyway, that's
the point.  I could help you through that if you like.  Only thing is that
neighborhood can sometimes feel a bit dicey late at night but I'd feel safe
with you anywhere."

"I think it's a good idea, sir," Tommy said.  "I'd feel happier knowing
you'd be with Danny."

Seth hesitated but Danny's shining eyes won him over.  "OK, kiddo, you got
yourself a date."


*********************** CHAPTER 447 ************************

The Party's Over

As the afternoon wore on the weekend party began to wind down.  Soon after
an early light dinner the crowd thinned out, with a series hugs and profuse
thanks to Grady and Mario for hosting the gathering

Bob said to Mario, "You guys have got to let us help defray some of the
costs of this shindig," but Mario wouldn't hear of it.  "Assolutamente No,
amico.  You all bring such joy to us."  Grady agreed.  "I haven't had as
much fun since the jungle set collapsed at the studio and me-Tarzan was
left goofing it up on a bare stage.  That one sure made the gag reel."

Mario had a special word with young Will when he left with the twins.
"Ciao, bambino."  I hope we didn't work you too hard in that kitchen and
that you got to join a lot of the festivities."

"Oh I had a blast, sir.  It was worth the price of admission to watch my
friend Eddie fuck his big tough Marine.  And when us chefs are all together
in the kitchen it's a hoot, sir.  I hope you'll let me help at the next
party."

"Let you help?" Grady said.  "Kiddo, it wouldn't be a party without you.
But next time you and me are gonna have a gossip about what goes on in that
kitchen.  That's the best part of a party – talking it out afterwards.
It's what my boy Brian and I do.  He gets around – knows where all the
bodies are buried."

In fact, as soon as the last stragglers had left Grady grabbed the arm of
Brian's wheelchair and said, "Hey, kiddo.  You sleeping with your boyfriend
tonight?"

"No, sir.  Brandon's going home with Pete.  They share their duplex with
Hassan and Eddie and they're gonna celebrate Brandon and Eddie becoming
senior boys."

"Good, so I have you all to myself.  Come on Mario, we're gonna make this
guy spill all the beans.  "Ve haff vays of making you tawk," Grady said in
the worst movie-villain accent Mario and Brian had ever heard.

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

Brian Gives Grady All The Gossip

Brian wheeled himself fast to keep up with his bosses and they went up in
the elevator together.  He soon found himself sitting between Grady and
Mario in their big king-size bed.  It was times like this Mario loved Grady
the most as he sat with his arm round young Brian and gossiped about the
party.  "So, kiddo, on a scale of one to ten how would you rate this one?"

Grady was as merry as ever and Brian blinked hard behind his
glasses. "Well, sir, I'd have to give this one a ten. The guys were all in
such a great mood and there was a ton of action."

"Agreed.  OK – highlights and lowlights."

"Hmm ..." Brian frowned.  "Only lowlight was when Bob and my Uncle Mike
stumbled on Randy and Seth making out.  That was touch and go at first, cos
Randy really badmouthed Mike, but my uncle let him have it and fucked him
in that real fierce way he learned years ago.  You didn't know Uncle Mike
could fuck as rough as that did you, sir?"

"Never had a clue," Grady said.  He grinned, "Me and Uncle Mike should get
together sometime.  OK, highlights."

"There were a lot, sir, but top of my list is when Bob made Eddie and
Brandon senior boys."

"Sono d'accordo," Mario said.  "It was wonderful for them.  And, er, you
are OK with that?  Not envious or anything?"

"Oh no, sir.  Brandon's promotion was way overdue.  And we are the only
lovers where one is a senior and the other a junior, it's great.  Anyway,
all I want to be is your boy, sirs."

"You will always be that," Mario smiled.  "OK, what else, bambino?"

"Well – all that stuff between Seth and Danny.  Didn't see that one
coming.  Nobody did."

"Ah, now we're getting down to the juicy stuff," Grady grinned, snuggling
closer.  "Even though Danny's our House Manager I wasn't really in the loop
on that one, so tell me how it happened."

"OK, sir.  Well, you know I assigned the rooms for the night and I gave
Zack and his group those two adjoining rooms.  Seth was supposed to bunk in
with them but when he went to look for his room he was a bit lost ..."

"... and a bit drunk ..."

"Yeah that too, sir.  Anyway, by mistake he barged in on Danny and Tommy,
and Danny asked him to stay – and spend the night.  Seems Danny had
often jerked off thinking about Seth and Seth lusted for Danny too.  And
you know how Seth goes apeshit over Tommy's ass – like who doesn't?
Tommy used to be an ice-skater you know."

"Yeah, yeah we know that, kiddo, but cut to the chase here.  Who fucked
who?"

Well of course Seth did the fucking and Tommy was the first fuckee and
Danny the second.  And that was when the thing happened – when Seth and
Danny looked into each other's eyes and Seth made love to his ass.  Hello
... master and boy anyone?"

Grady was listening wide-eyed.  "Yeah but can you see that really going
anywhere, Brian?  I mean Danny, the boy, would be the classy, confident
one, While Seth, the master is, well, kinda primitive with not too much
social smarts. Don't get me wrong, that is a very sexy look but do you
really think that could work out?  What's your take, kid, you're good at
this stuff?"

"Oh, I think it'll work sir.  Like you say, it might look kinda weird, the
sophisticated young chef and the big rough and ready construction worker.
But you can't look at things from the outside, can you sir?  It's the
inside what counts.

"I mean, look at us.  You're this big hotshot movie star, Mario has got
that chic European thing going, and I'm just a kid in a wheelchair who a
few years ago was living in a trailer in the desert.  But here we are, all
together because of what we got inside.  We love each other, right?"

"Absolutely right, kiddo," Grady hugged him tight and glanced at Mario who
smiled and shrugged, acknowledging the simple wisdom of this earnest young
kid they both loved so much.  "Man you sure got your pulse on the way the
world works.  At least our little world here."

"Giusto," Mario said, "I saw Danny and Seth looking at each other today
after their night together and I pointed it out to Bob and Randy at lunch.
Definitely something going on there."

"So what happens next, Brian?" Grady asked.

Brian blinked earnestly. "Well, sir, here's the deal.  Next Tuesday evening
Danny's gonna be alone.  You two will be out of town on that P.R. junket
for the studio ..."  Grady sighed and rolled his eyes.  "Don't remind me,
kiddo.  Hate those things."

"... so the house will be quiet and I'm gonna go spend the night with
Brandon and Pete.  And guess what ... Danny asked Seth if he would take him
to dinner at this fancy restaurant Danny knows.  Seth hesitated `cos he
said he wouldn't know what fork to use, but Danny convinced him ... so
they're going on a date!"

Mario grinned. "Where Danny will teach Seth what fork to use and Seth will
take care of Danny."

"So there you are, sir," Brian smiled, "you're all up to date.  Er, do you
want me to go to my room now, sirs, and leave you alone together?"

"Hell no!" Grady smiled.  "Listen kiddo as my boy you have two main
duties. One – feed me all the gossip about the tribe.  Two – be my
bed-mate and fuck-buddy whenever I need it, which is often – including
right now.  Everyone knows I like dick in my ass and I got plenty of that
this weekend.  But sometimes I like to fuck a good-looking young kid –
and that means you, kiddo."

"Do not let him bully you, bambino," Mario smiled.  "Sometimes he really
acts like he's Tarzan, king of the jungle just because he plays him
onscreen.  But you never have to do anything you don't want to."

"But I do want to, sir.  I do want him to fuck me sir, and not because he's
the king of the jungle or anything but because he's Grady, and I love him."

"See, Mario!" Grady teased.  "Can you think of a better reason than that?
OK, kiddo, let's get naked."

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

The King Of The Jungle

Grady jumped off the bed and Brian watched as he dropped his shorts and
pulled off his shirt.  He looked magnificent as always towering over them
wearing just the black briefs that he wore on the infamous billboard when
he was an underwear model, before the glory days of Tarzan.

Once again Brian stared up at him in awe, the heartthrob star on countless
screens and in endless magazines, the man most of the world would fantasize
about, waiting to be fucked by him – as Brian was now.  But Brian had
long since got over that star-struck fantasy.  Now he was looking up simply
at Grady, the man he loved.  And he was his boy.

Grady reached down and pulled off Brian's T-shirt and shorts, then grinned
at Mario.  "You too amico.  You're part of this too, except this time I'm
in charge."  Smiling into Mario's dark brown eyes Grady helped him off with
his elegant linen shirt and lounge pants.  He stared down at his naked
lover and sighed, "Fucking gorgeous.  Say something to me in Italian."

Mario grinned, "Vafanculo!"

"Even if that means what I think it means – `go fuck yourself' – it
sounds beautiful in Italian.  But I don't have to fuck myself, amico, `cos
I got my handsome young boy here to fuck.  So how about it, kiddo?  You
really want it?"

"Yes please, sir.  Very much."

And I suppose you want Tarzan to take off his loincloth," Grady grinned,
tugging at his briefs.

"Yes please, sir."  As Grady dropped his briefs and stood naked before him
Brian blinked excitedly, grabbed his legs behind the knees and pulled them
back.  Although his legs didn't work (hence the wheelchair) everything else
worked perfectly, especially his penis that was now rigid with
anticipation.

Grady knelt on the bed and gave Brian his most dazzling smile.  "Spit OK?"

"Absolutely, sir."

Grady spat on his hand and spread it on his cock.  He leaned forward over
him and slid his cock gently into his ass.  Brian sighed, "Ooh, thank you
sir.  I love it when you do that.  Your cock is so big."  Brian reached up
and ran his hands over the chiseled features and sculpted body that
millions of fans had thrilled to all over the world but that now belonged
to Brian alone.

Beside him Mario lay propped on his elbow and smiled down at Brian while
Grady made love to his ass.  Mario gently pulled off Brian's glasses and
set them on the night table, then kissed his eyes. He played with the boy's
nipples then ran a finger over his lips.  He pushed his finger in his mouth
and Brian bit it gently. "Naughty," Mario smiled, pulled his finger out and
kissed him.

Brian was in heaven as the two lovers caressed him – his mouth and his
ass.  When Mario pulled back Grady smiled down at him and said, "You are
the perfect boy for me, kid.  Us three go together perfectly."

Mario got up on his knees beside Brian, turned to look at Grady and kissed
him.  Brian almost came as he saw the two sexy men making love over him
while Grady eased his cock in and out of his ass.  Then both men turned
their attention to Brian.  "Grady, it looks to me like our boy wants
something ... piω forte."

Grady grinned.  "Is he right, kid ... do you want it harder?  Should I turn
up the heat a bit?"  Brian nodded vigorously.  "OK I will, but you're gonna
have to hold him down Mario.  Let's make the boy our prisoner."

Mario knelt behind Brian's head, leaned forward and pinned his outstretched
arms to the bed as Grady fucked harder.  Brian's fantasy took flight –
he was the prisoner of these two gorgeous men, the handsome Italian pinning
him helplessly while the muscular Tarzan pounded his ass.

He gasped as Grady and Mario leaned toward each other over him and kissed.
Mario's cock was now directly over his face, so Brian opened his mouth and
took it down his throat.  Double teamed by the naked jocks Brian's cock was
oozing pre-cum as one cock drove into his ass, the other his mouth and they
kissed each other above him.  He couldn't hold back much longer and uttered
a muffled shout into the gag of Mario's cock."

Grady pulled away from Mario's mouth and grinned, "I think our young
captive is trying to say something, amico."  Mario pulled his cock out of
the boy's mouth and he gasped, "I think I'm gonna cum, sirs."

"Sounds like a plan," Grady said.  Mario released Brian who reached down
and grabbed his own cock while Mario did the same, stroking his cock above
Brian's face.

Grady tried to look fierce as he stared down at Brian and growled, "Me
Tarzan, you Boy, and I fill your ass with Tarzan jizz."  His muscles
flexed, his body shook and he blasted semen deep inside his boy, pumping
his fist in the air and shattering the room with his Tarzan yell.

Mario shouted, "Our turn now.  "Andiamo, bambino" and he splashed streams
of cum in his face from behind while Brian pounded his cock and spurted
juice all over his own abs and chest.

There was a momentary silence ... broken by laughter, Brian's joyful,
silvery laugh as Grady and Mario smiled down at him.  Grady pulled gently
out of his ass, the men knelt on either side of him and licked the cum from
his face, one kissing his eyes, the other his lips.

"And now, signori, we sleep," Mario announced.

"No argument there," Grady smiled.  "It's been a long, beautiful day and
our young prisoner here can hardly keep his eyes open.  Come here kiddo.
Grady lay down beside him and snuggled tight, and very soon they were both
asleep.

Mario stayed awake a bit longer because he wanted this feeling to last.
Lying on his side he gazed at the two of them, his handsome lover asleep on
his back with his arm curled round Brian, his head resting in the curve of
Grady's neck.

As he watched them Mario's eyes misted over. It had been a joyful weekend
with all their friends gathered together, and the Grady House had worked
its magic again.

Mario thought back to another blissful time – growing up in his loving
family on their farm in Tuscany where he was born and raised.  It had been
a blissful childhood but as he gazed at Grady and Brian breathing softly
together in sleep Mario knew he had never felt happier than he did at this
moment.

When he grew old, he thought, he would look back on this shining moment in
all its clarity and joy.  He wished he could freeze it in time, so he could
live it forever.

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Dressing for dinner

And then it was Monday and the tribe went back to work as usual.  At the
compound that meant the weekly business meeting in the office with Bob to
go over the budget and expenses involved in keeping a large house like this
going.  The only difference this time was that, in addition to the office
manager Jaimie, and the newly promoted senior boy Brandon, Nate's former
place had been taken by Eddie.

Normally confident and happy-go-lucky, Eddie was now feeling rather unsure
of himself with his responsibilities as a new senior boy and House Manager.
But Bob guided him gently through the meeting and Jamie gave him friendly,
individual attention.  And of course Eddie's longtime buddy Brandon gave
invaluable support, not least curbing Eddie's tendency to launch into one
of his breathless stream-of-consciousness speeches.

Seth went back to work on Zack's construction site though he too felt
differently from before as his mind kept wandering to Danny, the handsome
young Grady House chef who had had such a strong effect on him – though
he still could not fully grasp quite what that effect was.

Danny, who had slept last night with his lover Tommy, spent the day with
Tommy and Brian cleaning up the Grady House in the aftermath of the big
weekend gathering.

And so the routine of the tribe resumed, and all in good time Tuesday
afternoon rolled round and the thoughts of Seth and Danny turned to their
dinner date.  They were both nervous about it but Danny was reassured by
Tommy, who had eagerly encouraged his friendship with Seth.

As for Seth, he sought reassurance from Bob and dropped in on him after
work.  "I feel really weird about this date with Danny, Bob.  I've never
had a `date' before in my life, least of all with a young guy I hardly
know.  But when I spent the night with him something kinda clicked between
us.  He's such a great kid – you know, cultured but a bit shy.  Makes me
feel protective of him and I can't get him out of my mind."

"All the more reason to go to dinner with him," Bob smiled.  "I know you
two come from different backgrounds but you know, when there's mutual
attraction the other stuff doesn't count."

"Why I really came to see you, Bob, is something stupid – I have no idea
what to wear.  Danny said the restaurant is smart/casual whatever that
means."

Bob chuckled.  "In southern California it probably just means no tank tops.
But you know my motto is always keep it simple.  You can't go wrong with a
good pair of blue jeans and a smart white dress shirt.  Jackets and ties
have gone the way of flip-phones, except in the poshest places like
five-star hotels."

Bob went to his closet and pulled it a plain white shirt on a hanger.
"This one is really well tailored.  I bought it for Randy but he almost
never wears dress shirts and he's the same build as you so it should fit
and look good on you.  Hey, how about we spice it up a bit with this?"  Bob
pulled out a nifty looking brown vest.  Wear this open over the shirt and
you'll look good enough to eat.  Certainly fit for any restaurant this side
of the Ritz Carlton.

"Thanks a million, Bob, I'll take them home with me.  Danny arranged to
meet me down here and go on to the restaurant.  OK if I come a bit early
and let you give me the once-over?  Check out the look, see if I pass?"

"Of course," Bob grinned.  "But a knockout guy like you is gonna look great
whatever he wears, even naked – especially naked.  Except I don't think
that would qualify as smart/casual.  Too much emphasis on the casual."

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

The Dinner Date

When Seth came back in the early evening Bob was with Randy in their house.
Seth knocked and came in hesitantly.  "Hey," Randy teased, "who the fuck is
this guy?  Never seen him before.  Damn, well-dressed hunk like that, I
gotta fuck him.  Soon rough up those fancy duds."

"Don't make me feel worse than I am, dude," Seth grinned.  "I feel real
weird in his getup."

"Don't listen to him, Seth, you look terrific," Bob said and walked round
him.  The jeans were new, the white dress shirt was perfectly tailored to
his body and the open brown vest was an inspired touch.  Bob was glad to
see that his hair was still wild and unruly as it went so well with his
chiseled features and darkly stubbled chin.

"Perfect," Bob smiled.  "Smart/casual and sexy too.  But we don't want you
feeling weird.  Here, let's try this."  Bob neatly rolled up the sleeves to
just below his elbows.  "Most important thing about clothes is that you
feel comfortable in them."

"Well your approval helps with that, Bob.  If you say it looks good it
must."

"Good enough to fuck," Randy grinned.  "You wanna cocktail to fortify you?"

But just then there was a knock on the door and Danny came in looking shier
than usual.  "Wow," Seth breathed, staring at Danny, neatly dressed in navy
blue polo shirt, tan slacks and loafers.  "You look great, Danny."

"You too sir," Danny replied, feeling his cock stiffening in his pants.
They stood staring at each nervously, then approached and awkwardly
embraced.  Seth kissed Danny tentatively on the lips, a kiss that quickly
built into a passionate churn of open mouths and searching tongues.

"Hey guys," Randy said, "cut it out, you're turning me on.  Get a room ..."

"... or a restaurant," Bob laughed.

They finally pulled apart ... and the ice was broken.  "OK, kid, let's get
going."  Seth thanked Bob profusely for the clothes and the encouragement
and they went downstairs and out through the gate.  "Would you like to
drive me in my new Range Rover, sir?  Mario and Grady just bought it for
me."  There was something that felt right to Danny about sitting next to
this rugged, sexy man at the wheel of the stylish car.

The restaurant was situated in an old part of the Silver Lake neighborhood.
Like so much of Los Angeles it was scheduled for gentrification but right
now was a mix of old and new – auto repair shops, small warehouses,
liquor stores and a few new upscale businesses like Pierre's where they
were headed.  There was limited parking and they wound up parking on a
dead-end street a block away, on a patch of ground next to a boarded up
building.

The restaurant was a smart contrast to the rather bleak neighborhood and
when they went in they were greeted by the owner Pierre, an older man with
a slight French accent. "Danny," he beamed and pulled him into a hug.
"Long time no see, uh?"

"Pierre, I'd like you to meet my friend Seth."

Pierre stepped back and looked Seth up and down, "Ah, zut alors," Danny,
"you are doing very well for yourself ... very well indeed."  He shook
hands with Seth who instantly realized that Pierre was turned on by him and
assumed he and Danny were sexual partners.

"You must excuse me, Seth, if I seem overly familiar with Danny, but he is
an old friend.  When he first came up to L.A. from Laguna he often helped
out when we were short staffed in the kitchen and he was a terrific chef.
He suggested things we still use here.  But now we don't see much of him
because I hear he has become a private chef at some big fancy house in the
hills."

"Terrific place you've got here," Seth said, casting an expert eye over the
construction of the restaurant's elegant interior."

"Ah yes, but I wish the neighborhood would catch up with us.  I opened here
a little too soon and the area is still a bit rough, but new businesses are
coming and soon this part of town will be very trendy.  Of course, some of
the locals are upset about rising rents, but sprucing up the area is
basically a good thing, I think.  So, let me show you to your table."

As they were seated Seth and Danny smiled across the table at each other,
feeling increasingly comfortable about their first date.

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

Danny Guides Seth

When the waiter brought the menus he naturally addressed Seth as the older
of the two with a more commanding presence.  "Would you like an aperitif
before dinner, sirs?"  There was a flicker of panic in Seth's eyes as he
looked at Danny, but he salvaged the moment by asking, "What would you
like, Danny?"

"A vodka martini with a twist of lemon, please."

"Make that two," Seth smiled at the waiter.

They grinned across the table at each other and Danny said, "Well saved,
sir."

"You know I'm totally out of my depth here, don't you, kiddo?  I'm gonna
need your help."

"That's why I'm here, sir, to help you.  Well," he grinned, "that's not the
only reason."

"I should hope not," Seth said, rubbing his foot against Danny's leg under
the table.  "What d'ya think?  Does a permanent boner spoil the appetite?"

"Shouldn't think so, sir, but I guess we're about to find out."

After the dinks came they looked at the menus and Seth's initial frown
gradually disappeared as Danny explained the various dishes.  "As I used to
work here I know my way around this menu and I especially recommend the
fish.  My personal favorite is the trout but I think you might like
something a bit more robust like the salmon."

As they discussed other options Danny became animated – this was his
fortι.  Seth took in some of the choices but mostly he just gazed at
Danny's shining eyes and thought for the umpteenth time how beautiful the
boy was, even more now that his shyness had faded.

When the waiter returned for their order Danny said, "I'll have the trout."
Seth smiled, "And I'll have the salmon."

"Would you like that blackened, sir."

Seth shot a look at Danny who shook his head slightly.

"No thanks," Seth said confidently.  "Not blackened."

And that's how the whole meal went.  It became a game as Seth seemed to
gain his footing, only to be stumped by another question and subtlely
rescued by a smiling Danny.  When the waiter reappeared and asked Seth,
"Would you care to see the wine list, sir?" he said, "What?  Oh yeah,
sure."  The waiter left and Seth stared at the wine list.  "Means nothing
to me."

"OK," said Danny, "you're not alone, sir.  A lot of people get confused and
there's a lot of snobbery about wine.  I tend to drink just what I like,
something that complements the food."  On Seth's frown, "... goes with the
food, sir.  With fish a nice dry white wine is best, and my favorite is
Chablis. There should be one on the list.  Seth perused it and frowned, "Er
... no."

"Spelt with a c h but pronounced ssh."  Seth grinned, "Ah yeah there it
is." The waiter returned and Seth said, "We'll have a bottle of the
Chablis."

"Very good, sir.  Excellent choice."

Seth stared at Danny wide-eyed and they both choked back laughter. Their
original nerves had vanished and they were having fun now, aware of how
perfectly they fit together despite the difference in their ages and
backgrounds.  They laughed a whole lot as they rehashed the Grady House
party and chatted about the guys in the tribe.

As Bob had predicted, they got to know each other intimately swapping
stories about their lives before the tribe.  And slowly, though they didn't
realize it, they were beginning to fall in love.

They loved the meal, dessert and coffee came and went, and it was time to
leave. The bill was presented to Seth who used his new credit card to pay.
There was no objection from Danny who knew gestures like this were
important in the balance of their relationship.

Before they left they stopped to chat to Pierre to thank him.  He said,
"Danny told me you're in construction, Seth, and I saw you looking round
this room.  We are especially proud of our kitchen.  Perhaps you'd like to
take a quick look at how we laid it out.

Seth had learned a lot about the setup of kitchens in his work on various
jobs so he said, "Sure thing, I'd like that."

Danny said, "Well I know the kitchen like the back of my hand having worked
there, so while you're admiring Pierre's layout I'll go get the car and
pull it up out front."  Something made Seth hesitate but, with a final hug
for Pierre, Danny ran outside and Pierre led Seth to the kitchen.

Danny felt happier than he had ever felt as he left the restaurant and
briskly walked the one block to the side street.  He went to the dead end
of the street smiling to himself as he imagined what he and Seth might do
when they got back home.  He was approaching the car on the dirt patch when
suddenly ... "Faggot!"

He looked up startled and saw three figures emerge from the shadows.  His
instinct was to get in the Range Rover quickly and drive to safety but they
were on him in a second."

He got a quick glimpse of three brutish figures dressed in black with red
bandanas, one a young tough, the other two big heavy set guys.  "Hey,
pretty boy, ain't you all duded up with your faggot clothes and fancy car.
You don't belong around here, boy, you and your crowd trying to swank up
the neighborhood and throw us out.  This our territory, asshole."

Trying to control his panic Danny said, "Hey, back off.  I got a real big
tough guy with me and you don't wanna mess with him, believe me."

"Oooh, I got a big tough guy with me," one of them mimicked him.  "OK,
guys, let's show him how we handle fancy boys and their tough guys."  Two
of them pinned Danny's arms behind him and he howled in pain as the other
sucker punched him in the stomach.

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

The Rescue

Seth's tour of the kitchen was brief.  Impressed by the expert work that
had gone into it he made suitable complimentary noises to Pierre, but he
didn't want Danny to be waiting too long outside.

He shook hands with Pierre who said, "Take care of him, Seth.  He's a real
special kid."

"I know that, Pierre.  Thanks for a great evening."  He hurried outside and
was surprised that Danny wasn't already there with the car.  He frowned,
then heard a distant shout.  His heart leapt and he took off racing along
the block then turned down the side street.  He could see dark figures at
the end and yelled "No!" as he hurtled forward.

He instantly sprang into action, hurling himself at two of the men,
clamping his arms round their necks from behind and crashing with them to
the ground.  They rolled in the dirt trading blows until Seth forced one of
them on his back, knelt astride him and slammed the back of his fist
against his face from side to side.  The man was lapsing into
semi-consciousness under the blows when Seth felt an arm circle his neck
from behind in a choke hold.

His attacker yanked him up on his feet and pressed the crook of his arm
against his windpipe.  Seth felt things going dark but gathered his
strength, raised his arm and slammed his elbow back into the man's stomach.
Winded, the guy released the hold and reeled backward, but the third guy
instantly came up behind Seth and locked his arms up in a full nelson.

The man he had elbowed recovered his footing and charged forward, slamming
his shoulder into Seth's ribs.  The thug stepped back preparing for another
lunge, but Seth raised his leg and swung his boot against him in a brutal
karate kick, sending him crashing to the ground on top of his groaning
buddy.

But Seth was still locked in the full nelson by the man behind him.  He
took a deep breath, bent forward suddenly and jerked the man up over his
head, flying through the air to land in a heap on the other two.

Raging now Seth put the boot in, kicked the huddled, groaning mass of limbs
as they tried desperately to crawl away.  "No," they yelled.  "No more
... please, we give up."

"Mother-fuckers," Seth yelled, his words punctuated by vicious kicks.  "You
hurt my boy ... you fucking attacked my boy.  No asshole hurts my boy
... I'll fucking kill you."  And he might have if he not become aware of
Danny groaning on the ground by the car.  He gave one last brutal kick and
yelled, "Get the fuck out of here you fucking slimeballs. Unless you want
more."

"No, sir, no more.  You win ... we're outa here."  They staggered to their
feet, propped each other up and stumbled away down the street.

Seth ran to Danny and knelt beside him.  "Danny, can you hear me?  Talk to
me."

"I'm OK, sir.  Just bruised I think.  Thank god you came when you did
... you saved me, sir. Can you help me up?"  Seth picked Danny up gently
from the ground and wrapped his arms round him.  Danny's adrenaline stopped
racing, the shock hit him and he started to sob uncontrollably.  "I'm
sorry, sir.  I shouldn't do this but ... I was so scared sir."

"That's OK let it all out, kid.  You're safe now.  You're here with me and
I'll protect you.  I'll always protect you."  He opened the passenger door,
scooped Danny into his arms and eased him gently into the passenger seat.
He fished in Danny's pocket for the car keys and said, "I'm gonna get you
home now, kiddo."

"You'll stay with me won't you, sir?" Danny asked plaintively.

"Damn straight I will, kid.  I'll be with you as long as you need me."

Danny managed a weak smile.  "That might be a very long while, sir."

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

From Now On ...

As Seth drove the Range Rover fast from Silver Lake up into the Hollywood
Hills he murmured to himself.  "It's all my damn fault.  I shouldn't have
let him leave the restaurant on his own."

Danny was leaning back on the headrest with his eyes closed but he opened
one eye and said, "I heard that sir, and it's not true.  It was me
suggested I go get the car not you.  And from where I looked on the ground
you protected me real good ... you demolished those three thugs.  You were
magnificent, sir."

"Bottom line is, kid, I swore to protect you and I failed to do it, so let
me blame myself.  From now on I'm in charge, is that clear?"

"Yes, sir," Danny said meekly and closed his eyes with a smile.

Twenty minutes later they were pulling up to the gates of the Grady House
and Seth said, "What's the code?"  The gate code was a closely guarded
secret given to few but Danny gave it to Seth and he punched it in.  They
drove in and the gates closed silently behind them.  After the noise and
excitement of the party last weekend the house and grounds were eerily
quiet as Seth drove up to the front door.

Grady, Mario and Brian were gone for the night and the big house was empty
so Seth took the key from Danny, got out and unlocked the front door. He
opened the passenger door and Danny stepped tentatively out but his legs
buckled.  Seth caught him and scooped him into his arms.

He carried the boy inside, kicked the front door shut behind him and
carried him up the grand curving staircase.  Danny grinned, "I feel like
Scarlett O'Hara, sir, and you're Clark Gable."  Seth frowned and Danny
clarified.  Gone With The Wind, sir, a movie.  I have it on disk, we'll
watch it one evening together."

"Yeah, well right now you're going to bed, young man."  Seth carried him
into Danny's room and laid him gently on the bed.  "Now let's get you
undressed so I can take a look at you."

Gently he pulled off Danny's shoes and slacks that were coated in dirt.
Then he slowly pulled his filthy polo shirt off over his head.  He ran his
hands over his body and pressed to check for serious injury but found only
bruises.  Seth had got to him soon enough to prevent major physical damage
though the boy had been terrified.  He was a gentle soul and had never
faced a threat like that.

As he checked him out Seth was amazed to see the boy's cock stiffen and
stand erect. "Jesus, kid, you can still get roused after all that?"

"It's from looking at you, sir. I've never seen you look sexier."
Reflexively Seth looked at himself in a full-length mirror.  "Shit damn!"
His shirt was in shreds and the ripped vest hung over his almost bare chest
that was covered in dirt and several bruises.  His face was streaked with
dirt too and his disheveled hair completed the image of a rugged
construction worker after a fight."

"Damn, Bob's shirt is ruined.  I'll get him another one."

"I don't think that will be necessary, sir, when he hears how you saved
me."  Seth pulled off the tattered remains of his shirt and vest, used them
to wipe the dirt from his chest and face knelt by the bed.  He wiped the
dirt from Danny's face too, then bent down and kissed him.  Now it was his
turn to get hard.  He pulled back and smiled, "Feeling better now, kid?"

"I feel safe with you here, sir.  You will stay with me won't you?  I don't
wanna sleep in this big house all alone after ... after ..."  His eyes
brimmed with tears again as his mind flashed back and the full horror
returned.

"Hey, hey, I told you I'm in charge now, Danny, so here's what's gonna
happen.  I'm gonna stay here with you tonight and all day tomorrow.  Brian
will be back tomorrow and he can take care of the house.  And when Grady
and Mario get back tomorrow evening I'm gonna have a talk with them.  I
want to apologize to them for not taking better care of you and to reassure
them that I'll be protecting you in the future.  Then we'll take it from
there.

"Now you gotta get your rest in case there's delayed shock.  Gotta get
those fucking morons out of your mind.  Here, drink plenty of water."  He
gave him the bottle from the night stand.  "Do you want to call Tommy?"

"I don't think so, sir.  He's probably still busy with Steve's dinner party
and I would only worry him to death."  Danny gulped down some water, then
hesitated.  "Sir, there is one other thing I would like.  It would make
forget all the bad stuff.

"Just name it kid.  What is it?"

"I want you to make love to me, sir."

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

Closing the deal

"Are you sure, Danny?  You feel up to that?"

"I've wanted it all evening sir.  Couldn't wait to get home."

"Me too, kid, I had it all planned out – chill out over a glass of
brandy, talk some more, kiss ..."

"So revive the plans, sir – minus the brandy and the talk."

"Cut straight to the chase, eh?  I can do that," Seth smiled.

He stood up, kicked off his boots and dropped his jeans.  He stood at the
foot of the bed buck naked and stroked his massive dick.  "Damn you look
gorgeous, kid.  I gotta tell you, when you were explaining the menu I only
heard part of it.  I was fantasizing about this, you on the bed naked
waiting for me to make love to you."

"And what happened next in your fantasy, sir?"

"You know I ain't so great with words, kid.  Better I show you."  He fell
forward on the bed, bracing his arms on either side of Danny's head, then
teased him by doing pushups over him, their chests touching at each
downward move.  Danny was mesmerized by the muscular body flexing over him.
Seth smiled, "See, still fit, no permanent damage.  Takes more than three
assholes to take me out."

"Maybe you should check out the rest of the equipment too, sir.  Make sure
it still works."

"All in good time, boy."  At last Seth lowered himself onto Danny, their
chests and cocks pressing together.  They smiled into each other's eyes and
Seth slowly bent his head, lower and lower ... until they kissed.  It was a
passionate embrace, fueled by the emotion of the evening – the fun of
the dinner and the fear-filled intensity of the attack and rescue.  All of
it now melted together bringing them closer together through their
experience of love and pain.  They were safe, they were together and –
it was now clear to them both – they were in love.

Seth finally pulled off Dany's mouth and smiled down at him.  "And now I
suppose you want my dick in your ass, right?  Let me hear you ask for it.
I love it when you ask me to fuck you."

"I want it more than anything, sir.  I've wanted it all evening.  When I
saw you dressed up you looked so hot I almost suggested we skip dinner and
spend the evening right here."

"What stopped you?"

"Well, I had to show you which fork to use at dinner, didn't I?"

"And I passed with flying colors, eh?  Chablis and all ... `excellent
choice' the man said.  So what reward do I get for acing the test?  Maybe
it feels a bit like this?"

Seth eased back, spat on his palm, stroked his cock, then pushed the head
inside the boy's ass.

"Yeah, a bit like that, sir."  Seth eased in a bit further.  "That's even
more like it, sir."

"Man, that test was real hard, and I aced it, so don't you think I deserve
the grand prize."

"I certainly do, sir."

"And that would feel more like this ..."  Seth drove the rest of the way
into Danny ass and over the inner sphincter, coming to rest in the warmest
depths.

Danny's eyes opened wide and everything suddenly felt right.  He stared at
Seth's pale blue eyes, felt his huge cock filling his ass, and he sighed,
"I love you, sir.  I love you."

"That's the magic words, kiddo.  Now you get the prize."  He pulled all the
way back and slid his cock in deep again, slowly, then paused teasingly,
driving Danny wild.  He reached up and ran his hands over Seth's wiry chest
hair and felt his pecs flex hard underneath.  "Harder, sir.  Please, I want
to feel you fucking me, loving me ... please!"

Seth's eyes gleamed.  "You asked for it, boy."  And he showed Danny what
domination really meant.  He fucked him, ploughed him, then pulled out,
flipped him over on his belly and fucked him from behind.  Danny felt
himself being enveloped in the strong arms, flipped over, fucked, kissed,
then dragged off the bed onto the floor.

He was helpless against the strength of the rugged construction worker as
he was rolled over the floor then pinned beneath him, feeling the iron
shaft piston inside him.  He was in a daze of lust and love, feeling,
smelling and tasting the essence of this wild savage.  Seth was all over
him, fucking, kissing, biting, whispering on his ear, totally enveloping
him in his raw manhood.

Danny abandoned himself to Seth body and soul.  He was unsure if Seth was
inside him or not, it all blurred together in a homoerotic fantasy of
churning limbs, hungry lips and a merciless penetrating shaft.  He felt
himself picked up off the floor and thrown bodily on the bed, to be
immediately impaled again on the relentlessly pounding cock.

It seemed to last forever ... and then abruptly it stopped.  Danny was on
his back, his eyes closed, and in the sudden stillness he opened them and
stared up at a pair of smiling blue eyes set in swarthy, stubbled features
with a shock of tangled hair falling over his brow.  Sweat dripped on him
from Seth's heaving body as he panted, "You OK, Danny?  Did I hurt you?"

"No, sir ... I mean yes, sir, I'm OK and no you didn't hurt me.  It was
... it was ... tears filled his eyes and all he could think of to say was,
"I love you, sir."

Seth grinned, "Yeah that's the feeling I got too ... love you too, kiddo.
The other feeling I got was, I wanna fill your ass with my juice.  You go
for that?"

"Absolutely, sir.  You're the boss."

"Damn right I am."  Seth leaned forward and pinned Danny's wrists to the
bed.  "And you, young man, are gonna shoot a big pool of jizz on yourself
without touching your cock. That's an order."

"I can do that, sir.  I can do anything for you."

Seth smiled and his cock moved slowly inside Danny.  It was as much an
eye-fuck as a butt-fuck and, after all the crazy action, that was really
all it took.  Seth stopped moving, there was a breathless silence and they
smiled at their own reflection in each other's eyes.

Making love with their eyes they felt the juice rising and their hearts
beat stronger.  Seth said softly, "Right there with you kiddo."  Their
bodies tensed, they inhaled sharply ... and semen poured out of them –
Seth's filling Danny's ass and Danny's splashing down in a pool on his
chest ... just as his man had ordered."

They stared at each other and as their heavy breathing subsided they
suddenly realized how exhausted they were.  Seth pulled gently out of Danny
and fell on his back beside him. He curled his arm round Danny's neck and
pulled him toward him, his face resting on Seth's chest.

After a long silence Seth said, "I guess we did it, kiddo.  We both passed
the test.  And I'm not talking Chablis here.  Like the waiter said, we made
an excellent choice."

Another silence, then Danny said, "Sir, after you beat up those thugs you
yelled at them, "You hurt my boy ... nobody hurts my boy.  Did you mean
that, sir?  I mean, am I your boy?"

"How did it sound to you, kid?"

It sounded wonderful, sir.  Just right."

"Sounds good to me too, Danny," Seth grinned.  "So there you go then.
That's it."

Danny smiled, snuggled closer and was soon fast asleep on his master's
chest.  Which is where he stayed all night.

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 448

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