Date: Wed, 29 Apr 2020 20:38:14 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 511  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 511
By Rob Williams

Chapter 511 – "THE CURE FOR BRANDON'S BUMMER"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

While the tribe gathers for the big party at the Grady House, Grady starts
therapy on his injured foot with Doctor Chad. The horny action-star sets
out to seduce the stern, straight-laced doc, whose resistance crumbles and
the `therapy' goes way off the rails. Later, the rugged Arab Marine Hassan
relieves his sexual tension on the perfect ass of the blond gymnast Tommy,
who ends up begging for more.

___________________________________________________________________


<><>  IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER  <><>

Preparations were ramping up for the big weekend party at the Grady House,
the sprawling home of Grady the sexy action-star of the hit Tarzan movies,
and his handsome Italian lover Mario.  And while the feverish activity
mounted, several individual dramas were playing out in the background.

Grady himself had just been flown home in the studio corporate jet from a
jungle location in Central America.  On the last day of the shoot he had
been injured in a vine-swinging stunt that left him with a badly sprained
foot and torn ligament.

The studio wanted him back to work in two weeks, so the tribe's hunky
Dr. Chad was in charge of his treatment, helped by Grady's boy Brian.  But
inevitably the restless Grady chafed under the severe restrictions Chad put
on his movements.

Chad was joined by his lover, the handsome Aussie Adam, and the fun-loving
Grady lured Brian into watching the lovers indulge in a homoerotic fuck
fest.

Brian's boyfriend Brandon arrived in what he called a "wheelchair funk."
Normally independent, despite life in a wheelchair, Brandon was
occasionally frustrated and depressed by his limitations.  Actually he
succeeded only in spreading his depression to Brian who was also in a
wheelchair.

But in the end they cheered each other up, with the help of Grady.  Usually
merry and wise-cracking, Grady turned serious and told them the story of
his own life – a broke guy living on waiter's tips until he was
discovered by a modeling agency, then later scored the Tarzan role and was
now rich and famous.

"Turned out that's what I was good at.  But if you asked me to work a
computer or run a busy office like you do, Brandon I wouldn't have a clue
where to start `cos that's not my talent.  But it's yours, kiddo, a
brilliant talent.  What's more all the guys love you and, even better than
that, there's that rugged Forest Ranger who's crazy in love with you and
asked you to be his boy."

That rugged Ranger Pete, as it happened, showed up at the Grady House later
with the tribe's leader Bob.  Still paranoid that he might lose his job and
even Pete, Brandon went into a meeting with Bob and Pete – where the
very reverse happened.

Bob explained, "The construction company has grown a lot lately and it
promises to get even bigger.  Up to now you have been in charge of payroll,
but there's another, human, side to the management of personnel called
Human Resources. What we need is a Human Resources Director.  And we would
like to offer that job to you, Brandon."

Brandon was thrilled and his mood lifted.  Pete took him to one of the
guestrooms and they celebrated by making love.  When it was over Pete
smiled, "So, no more of this not-tough-enough nonsense, eh?  And when
you're bummed out about something, or just feeling depressed, who's the guy
you're gonna come to?"

"You sir, always.  I promise.  Sir, are you gonna stick around here for a
while?"

"Oh, I didn't tell you.  I've got a couple days off work and Mario's asked
me to stay here all through the weekend.  Only thing is, I'll have to share
a room with you. Is that OK?"

"Hmm, dunno," Brandon frowned.  "I'll have to run it by Human Resources.
Oh, guess what, I am Human resources, so I say it's OK.  A definite yes."

A few minutes later they emerged from the house and ran into Randy, the big
boss of the tribe.  Randy winked at Pete and said, "Hey, Brandon, I heard
your good news.  Human Resources eh, that's a fancy title.  Listen,
kiddo. You gotta watch out for me `cos when I wanna fire a guy I generally
slug him and that's that.  But I guess there's more to it than that."

"A tad more, sir.  I don't think our insurance company would go for the
slugging thing, and we don't want a lawsuit, do we?  I suggest we give him
generous severance pay with a non-disclosure clause to keep him quiet."

"An expert already, I knew it," Randy laughed.  "This is some boy you got
here Ranger.  You must be mighty proud.  Hey, guys, this is gonna be one
hot weekend.  So let's party ... let the games begin."

========= CHAPTER 511 =========

<><> BRANDON SHINES, GRADY SULKS <><>

"Hey, Brandon!  Where you been, dude?"  That was young Eddie who had just
arrived at the Grady house and assumed the role of ringmaster in the
feverish activity of party preparations.

"Rumor has it you've been getting butt-fucked by your Ranger, dude.  Sorry
to break that up but we need your help bad, kid, or we'll have to complain
to the Human Resources Director.  Oh, that's right, you are the H.R
Director.  Well, tell yourself to get your ass in gear and come help us.
We can't do this without you."

Pete smiled, "See, kiddo, I'm not the only one who needs you.  You're much
in demand."

Randy chuckled.  "Better do what he says, kid, or motor-mouth Eddie will
never stop talking.  Only thing that shuts him up is hard work – or a
dick in his mouth."

Pete bent down and kissed Brandon who sped away in his wheelchair, to have
his tray table loaded up with kitchen supplies that Eddie had trucked here
from the tribe's compound.  As the men watched him go Randy said, "That kid
is real special, Pete.  I've always admired his guts and his independence
from that first time I went to his little apartment and installed some
pull-down shelves for him.  You're a lucky man, Ranger.

"Ah, here comes Mario.  He wants me to do a perimeter check of the grounds.
You know how he worries about security for Grady.  He thinks some of those
high hedges are not dense enough and wants to plant more.  Hey, Pete, as a
Forest Ranger you could help us there.  Come with us, dude.  You and me
don't spend enough time together."

"Ciao," Randy," Mario smiled, "thank you for coming, I know how busy you
are.  Although, rather less busy now you have your own Director of – how
you say – "Risorse Umane?"

"Yeah, Pete's boy will be great, a big load off my mind.  I never could
wrap it around bullshit like Worker's Comp rules and all that stuff.  OK,
come on guys, let's take a look and see how we can improve security to keep
prying eyes off that hunky heartthrob of yours."

Their tour took an hour as they stopped frequently to inspect the hedges
and fences and to make sure the security cameras were correctly aligned.
When they got back to the house Mario said, Mille grazie, signori for your
help.  I'll have Danny put in the order for plants right away.  And now,
how about a Campari before lunch?  Ah, and here is Bob come to join us."

"Great timing, buddy," Randy said.  "Missing out on the hard work, showing
up for drinks."

"And a gracious hello to you too, Randy," Bob smiled.  They sat on the
sunny terrace and Brian came rolling up to them.  "Drinks, sir?"

"You see," Mario smiled.  "Brian always anticipates our needs.  You know us
so well, bambino."

"Let me guess, sir," Brian said.  "Three Camparis and a beer?"

"Damn you're good, kid," Randy grinned, ruffling Brian's hair.  "One day
I'm gonna steal you away from here for myself."

"Fat chance, Randy," Pete laughed.  "Grady would have something to say
about that."

They sipped their drinks and watched the excitement build as the boys
shuttled from house to garden and back, making preliminary preparations for
tomorrow's party.  Finn and Tyler had come to spruce up the garden, trim
the hedges and mow the lawns.  Ben was there too, and Ryan, and above all
the activity Eddie's voice rang out loud and clear.

But it was Brandon who actually seemed to be in charge, wheeling himself
around carrying loads in his wheelchair and giving instructions to the
others, with the quiet authority he had inherited from Ranger Pete.  Randy
nudged Bob to glance at Pete whose eyes were shining with pride as he
watched his boy. "Beautiful eh, buddy?" Randy said softly to Bob.  "That's
what this tribe is all about."

"Ain't he terrific?" Pete said.  "He knows we're watching and he's showing
off.  He's become a whole lot more confident since you guys made him Human
Resources Director, Bob.  I think it's the `Director' thing that makes him
feel important."

"Which he is," Bob said.  "That's a job with a whole load of
responsibility."

Pete said, "You know, I sometimes think challenges bring out the best in
our kids.  When Brandon was down in the dumps about his wheelchair he
confided in his pal Brian, but then Brian got depressed as he realized the
same wheelchair limitations applied to him too.  So they worked it all out
together – you know, mutual support.  Now that's what friendship is all
about."

"We have Grady to thank too.  The guy may seem light-hearted all the time
but he has hidden depths.  He gave the boys a real boost when he got
psychological and described his own rise from waiter to movie star.  He
convinced them it was all about using your talents – their talents are
different from his but just as important.  And ... talking of Grady, here
he comes now.  Not exactly swinging from the trees, though ..."

Grady came out of the house in a wheelchair, with Dr. Chad and Chad's lover
Adam.  Adam strode up to the terrace and said in his cheerful Aussie drawl,
"Room for one more, mates?  I want a ringside seat for the Chad-and-Grady
show."

Brian came out with the drinks and asked Adam, "Would you like a Tooheys,
sir?  We got in a supply of Australian beer just for you."

"Good on ya, mate, you read my mind.  Hey, one dark night I'm gonna come up
here and steal you away for myself."

"You'll have to get in line behind me," Randy laughed.  "I get first dibs.
So what's this show you're talking about?"

"Grady's first therapy session with Doc Chad.  Kind of a hoof and mouth
act.  Chad already worked on Grady's mouth yesterday when he face-fucked
him.  Now for the hoof."

Doc Chad had insisted on the wheelchair and the shirtless Grady sat
sullenly in it on the lawn in front of the terrace, wearing only his old
shorts and the bandage on his foot.  Even with his leg propped up in the
wheelchair he looked stunning.  Adam shouted, "Don't worry, Grady, my man
don't have a foot fetish – not as far as I know – not yet anyway.
Give it to him doc.  He watched you and me fuck yesterday, only fair we
watch you and him now.  Make him suffer, mate. "

The merry group laughed but the stolid Chad did not easily join in their
locker-room kidding.  He was a doctor with a job to do and he faced the
terrace sternly.  "Guys, physical therapy is serious business, especially
if Grady is to return to work on schedule.  If he doesn't his job will be
in jeopardy."

"So there!" Grady added.  Then quietly to Chad, "Not entirely, doc, I'm
pretty much fireproof at this stage in my career."

On the terrace Adam said, "You know, mates, I wish Chad would loosen up a
bit.  I know he's new to all this, and he's a terrific lover.  But only a
few weeks ago he was a doctor dedicated to his career – he didn't even
know he was attracted to men.  Took a lot to get him this far out of his
shell but he'd have a lot more fun if he could relax with the sex thing. He
was uptight at first when Grady and Brian watched us having sex yesterday,
but he eventually warmed to having an audience.  He needs more of that."

Bob laughed.  "Well, with a combination of a hunky no-holds-barred Aussie
as a lover and a tribe of raucous guys as his family it shouldn't take
long.  So let's sit back and watch the show."

<><> THERAPY BEGINS <><>

On the lawn Grady looked up at the doc with an exaggerated pout and a
protruding lower lip, like a rebellious child being made to eat his
vegetables.

"Now stop playing to the gallery, Grady," Chad said sternly looking down at
him.  "This is no joke, it's therapy. I thought the lawn would be a good,
soft surface for us to work on but I disapprove of an audience watching
us."

"Aw, doc, you get used to it.  In my job I got dozens of crew and studio
technicians watching me work – hair, makeup, props, everyone.  And you
should hear the groans when I screw up again on the fourth take.  But I
just flash a smile and give `em the finger, and I got them eating out of my
hand. You should try it some time."

"Grady", Chad snapped in frustration, "my work does not involve an
audience."

"Sure it does, doc.  When you're in the operation room you got lots of
assistants and nurses round you and every eye is trained on you, watching
to see if the old scalpel slips and ... ugghh, not pretty.  `Course, it's
true you're disguised in green scrubs, a face-mask and that fetching
plastic bonnet you guys all wear.  Even under those bright lights, hard to
tell who's who."

"Grady, will you stop?!  If you can't take this seriously I won't treat
you.  I find it painful to work in these conditions."

"Painful?  Hey, I'm the one with a gimpy foot, I'm the one with the pain.
Joking around is my way of dealing with pain."

"Oh, so you do feel pain in the foot."

"Sure when I run to the bathroom at night.  I mean when you gotta go you
gotta go ..."

"Grady you shouldn't be running anywhere on this foot.  No wonder you ..."
He stopped, seeing the mischievous gleam in Grady's eye.  "OK, that does
it, I'm through ... heal your own foot."

He turned his back and Grady pleaded, "No, Chad please.  Please don't give
up on me so soon.  I'm just a bit scared of this therapy is all, afraid it
might hurt."

Slightly mollified Chad said, "There will be no pain if you cooperate.  One
more facetious word and you're on your own, is that clear?"

"Yes, doc," he said in a small, contrite voice, looking up with wide
plaintive eyes that broke a thousand hearts on movie screens everywhere.

"Just so we understand each other.  Now keep that foot raised on the
chair's leg-rest and I'll take off the bandage."

On the terrace, the group watched with amusement.  "Damn, he's really
putting the doc through his paces," Pete said.  "Is he always like this,
Mario?"

"Always, amico.  It's why I so often describe him as assolutamente
impossibile."

Randy grunted, "He don't fool around with me when I'm working him out at
the gym."

"That's `cos he knows you'd fuck him if he did," Adam grinned.

"Nah, `cos he knows I wouldn't fuck him.  Only reason he works so hard is
to get his reward of my dick up his butt.  Gives him energy.  When he
bounces into the studio they think his energy and big smile are `cos he
slept well.  If they only knew..."

They settled back to watch as Chad carefully unwrapped the bandage and
gently squeezed various spots on and around the ankle, looking to see when
Grady winced.  "I don't think it's any worse than yesterday and that's a
good sign."

"Shouldn't be worse, doc, `cos I've been a real good boy staying off the
foot."

"Hmm," Chad said dubiously.  "So let's try and put a little pressure on it
and see how much it hurts."  He helped Grady out of the wheelchair.  "OK,
lean on my shoulder and touch the ground lightly with the bad foot."

Chad was wearing tan slacks and a black V-neck T-shirt that accentuated his
tanned, muscular upper body.  "You got a nice broad shoulder, doc, great
physique," Grady grinned.  "Good for supporting gimpy patients like me.
Good for a lot of other things too, I bet ..."

"Grady, I'm warning you ... concentrate."

Underneath all his fooling around Grady was truly intent on his foot
healing within two weeks as the studio wanted.  It was not that his job was
in jeopardy, as Chad had implied, but Grady was a dedicated actor, highly
professional and acutely aware of how the entire movie depended on him and
how costly delays were.  One reason for his popularity on the set was that
he worked hard, always good-naturedly despite long hours and the pressure
he and the crew were under.

So what followed now on the lawn was a concerted effort by doctor and
patient to move the treatment forward.  Grady walked leaning on Chad, then
on crutches, with intermittent stabs of pain followed by periods of rest
where Chad examined the foot.

Finally Chad said, "OK, that's enough walking for our first day.  You did
very well, Grady – surprisingly so," he added with a hint of a smile.
"Now I need to massage the foot a bit, so I want you to lie on your back on
this blanket."  He spread a blanket on the grass and helped Grady down onto
it on his back.  He knelt down, held the foot on his lap and massaged it
gently.

Grady looked up at the doc's chiseled features and his flexing arm muscles
and he could feel the bulge in Chad's pants.  Needless to say, his own cock
was straining under his shorts at the close proximity of the handsome
doctor and the firmness of the massage – not quite the intentionally
erotic massages Mario gave him, but close.

Then Chad upped the ante by saying, "OK, enough for the foot.  But as you
have not been using that leg I have to work it a bit too to keep the
muscles active and the blood flowing – don't want it to atrophy.  Also,
it's good to keep the foot raised.  So breathe deeply while I do this."

Chad massaged Grady's calf muscle, then his thigh, then carefully pushed
the leg up high and ran his hands firmly up and down it, squeezing the
muscles.  "Hm, you're really tense, Grady."

"No kidding, doc."

"Now I'm going to stretch the hamstrings by pushing the leg back more.
Tell me if it gets too much."  Chad leaned forward, pressing his chest into
the leg, and pushed it farther back, a move that meant his own crotch was
pressing against Grady's upper leg near his ass."

"Fuck," Randy groaned, "he's gonna fuck him.  That's the way I do it to him
sometimes in the gym."  The other men thought that was just Randy being
Randy, but the drinking paused as they watched mesmerized.

<><> THE DOC GOES WILD <><>

A small knot of boys had gathered to watch too – Brandon and Brian, Ben
and Ryan, the gardeners Finn and Tyler, and even the chefs Danny and Will
had come out, still wearing their chef's hats.  And of course, Eddie
wouldn't miss out on a scene like this and had the hardest time stopping
himself from yelling encouragement and instructions.

Chad was now leaning hard against Grady's leg, his crotch pressing against
his ass. Grady grinned up at him.  "Tell me you don't feel it, doc."

"What, your leg?"

"Loosen up, dude, you know just what I mean.  I can feel that bulge in your
slacks."

"Grady I warned you that if you don't ..."

"Yeah, yeah, but we've done all that and I behaved.  Dude, you're the one
always saying that healing the mind as well as the body go together. You've
worked on my body but you yourself said how tense I was.  And there's one
sure way to un-tense me, doc."  Grady reached down, ripped open his shorts
and, despite his position under Chad, managed to ease them down below his
ass.

Chad opened his mouth to protest but Grady said, "Doc, I know you're
billing the studio for all this but I wanna thank you personally – in
the most personal way I know.  You already fucked my mouth – this ain't
so different.  Come on, Chad, we both know you want it."

Chad gazed into Grady's seductive green eyes that danced with amusement and
the confidence of knowing just how gorgeous he was.  "Dammit man, do you
always get your own way?"

"Pretty much, doc," Grady smiled mischievously."

Chad glanced up at Adam on the terrace who was smiling broadly with two
thumbs up.  He felt Grady's hand unzipping his slacks and pulling out his
cock that was roaring hard.  Grady spat in his hand, stroked Chad's cock
and felt it pulse in his hand.

Chad protested, "Damn you, man – you're my patient, it's against the
rules to ... aaagh."  Impulsively he had thrust his cock deep in Grady's
ass.  "Fuck ... aaagh ..." He pulled back and drove in again – again and
again as Grady's head flew back and he howled, "Yeaahh!"

Chad's resistance had crumbled totally.  He lost control of his own senses
and surrendered to the lust he felt for this extraordinary man.  "Dammit
you are so fucking beautiful, man, and your ass feels so damn good.  You
wanted it, stud, so you're gonna get it."

The onlookers all held their breath as the staid, conventional doctor went
wild, throwing all restraint to the winds staring down at the handsome
muscle-jock and pounding his ass. "Holy shit," Grady yelled.  "I knew it,
dude, I knew you had it inside you.  You're fucking spectacular.  Yeah,
plough that ass man ... give it to me."

The spectators were spellbound watching the previously uptight doctor
transformed into a wildman.  He pulled off his T-shirt and his muscles
rippled as he hammered Grady's ass.  He bent low, wrapped his hand round
Grady's head and pulled it up into a grinding kiss.  When he let it drop
Grady reached up and pounded his fists into Chad's pecs that flexed even
harder.

Now that the dam of passion had burst the fuck was savage, uncontrolled.
The men gazed at each other, united in the sensation of raw, virile lust
between two beautiful alpha males.  They were insatiable, staring into each
other's eyes, their bodies gleaming in the sun, the shaft of one driving
into the ass of the other like a piston.

"God, you're gorgeous," Chad moaned, staring at the body writhing beneath
him, the sculpted face thrashing from side to side in ecstasy.  "You look
so fucking hot, man, I can't hold back anymore.  I gotta bust my fucking
load in that hot ass."

Stroking his own cock Grady panted, "Do it, stud.  Let me feel your jizz in
me.  Damn, you're beautiful ... I ... I'm gonna cum ... Aaagh!.  His cock
spurted juice all over his heaving chest as Chad howled, his body tensed
and he unloaded his sperm deep in Grady's ass.

For long minutes they stared at each other in disbelief, then suddenly
Grady's face lit up with a dazzling smile.  And it brought Chad back to
earth.  Suddenly he was looking down at his patient, the patient he had
scolded for not being careful, for being too active.  And he was
overwhelmed with guilt.  He pulled his cock out, lowered Grady's leg down
flat on the ground and he was a doctor again.

"Are you OK, Grady? How does the foot feel, any throbbing, any pain? Dude,
I shouldn't have..."

"Hey, doc, the foot's fine, I'm fine, and the only pain is in my ass, the
glorious pain of a savage fuck.  Man you were sensational.  Like you always
say, you treated me physically and mentally and my foot and my head feel
fucking great.  You're the finest doc ever – and the sexiest."

Suddenly the air filled with the clamor of cheers and wolf-whistles as the
group on the terrace gave them a standing ovation and the boys on the
sidelines went wild.  In shock and confusion, Chad stood up and blushed
deep red.

Adam said, "I gotta go to him – he needs me."  He raced down to the lawn
and wrapped his arms round his trembling lover who moaned.  "What have I
done?  I lost my mind, I betrayed you, Adam, I'm sorry.  Can you forgive
me, man?  I don't blame you if ..."

Adam stopped his mouth with a kiss, a long kiss.  And when he pulled back
he smiled at Chad.  "Hey, no worries, mate.  That's what I always wanted
you to do, going crazy like that – and in public too.  Man, you have
never looked sexier or more desirable than you do now.  I love it when the
beast bursts out of you like that.  Damn, I'm so proud you're my lover, and
real soon I want you to do to me what you just did to Tarzan there.

"I want you to feel good about this, Chad.  You're a spectacular man. I'm
fucking crazy about you ... and all the guys are too, you hear those
cheers?  Come on, face your public."  Adam turned him round to face the
cheering group and raised Chad's hand up high.  "Gentlemen, my man, my
lover.  Ain't he just fucking gorgeous?"  The cheers redoubled and Chad
even managed an embarrassed smile.

Mario came up and he and Chad helped Grady up into the wheelchair.  Mario,"
Chad said, "I'm so sorry.  Grady's your lover and I just ..."

"... you just did exactly what Grady was longing for, amico.  He has been
lusting for that ever since he laid eyes on you.  Va tutto bene, dottore.
You have not offended me, nor Adam, nor all the men and boys watching and
cheering.  And certainly not Grady."

"Thank you for saying that, Mario.  Now you have to take special care of
him.  He should shower, carefully, then I will reapply the bandage.  And
after all that exertion I insist on the wheelchair for the rest of the day.
And tomorrow, Grady, we will have more physical therapy ..."

"Can't wait, doc."

Chad grinned.  "... on your foot I mean, not your ass.  I'm not like Randy,
who seems to fuck you after every workout."

"Not that there's anything wrong with that," said Randy as he approached.
"Damn that was hot guys.  Adam, you got a fine man here."

"Eccellente," Mario said, "now we will all go in and get cleaned up.  Lunch
in half an hour."

As the excited boys drifted back to the kitchen Eddie gushed, "Now that was
one for the archives, dudes.  And just think ... the party don't even start
till tomorrow!"

<><> CLINGING TIGHT <><>

Mario quickly took charge again and, as always, focused his attention on
Grady.  He sat him on a stool in the shower and helped wash his foot
gently.  Then Chad came in, freshly showered, and checked out the ankle
before bandaging it.

"Hmm, no harm done.  In fact it seems a little less tender than before."

"Told you, doc.  Nothing heals body and mind like a good fuck – in this
case a great fuck."

A short time later the men and boys were sitting at a large round table on
the lawn having lunch.  Mario insisted that the chefs, Danny and Will, join
them too, despite all the work they still had to do for tomorrow.  He also
insisted that the boys take regular breaks from their preparations.  "You
must enjoy this weekend as much as everyone else.  The Grady House is a fun
house."

So the pace slackened a bit and the rest of the day passed peacefully, the
air still buzzing with the erotic memory of Chad topping Grady.  Eddie, of
course, had made sure that the whole scene, vividly embellished, went up on
the grapevine, which only heightened the expectations of the whole tribe on
the eve of the party.

That night Adam and Chad slept together with heightened passion.  Chad had
come further out of his shell, closer to matching Adam's adventuresome
spirit.  They were growing as a couple.

And in the master bedroom Grady clung to Mario tighter than ever.  "Thanks
for not getting mad about all that, Mario.  You know whatever I get up to
you're always my man.  I'd give it all up and behave like a choirboy if you
wanted me too, you know that."

"Grady, mi amore, it is precisely because you are no choirboy that I am so
in love with you – the laughter, the craziness.  I want you to be happy
– as happy as I am being your lover.  The Grady House is your escape
from the pressures of your other life.  It is yours, I am yours and always
will be, amore.  And we will have so many adventures together."

Grady wiped a tear from his eye and folded his arms tight round his
handsome Italian lover.

<><> THE PARTY BEGINS <><>

Next day, the other guests began arriving shortly before noon.  The twins
were already there to support Danny and Will in the kitchen.  The Grady
House had two kitchens, each a hive of activity with so many men to feed.
It may have looked like controlled chaos but was in fact highly structured
combined effort, with Danny and Will working in one kitchen, the twins in
the other, all of them with assigned tasks.

According to the tribe's tradition they wore aprons in the color of their
house – the twins and Will in the dark green of the tribe's main
compound, Danny in the Grady House burgundy.  And when Tommy arrived he was
in the navy blue of Doctor Steve's house.  Tommy had been a party planner
at the hotel he used to work at, so now he coordinated the effort here,
between the kitchen staff, waiters and food runners, and he bar-tended the
outdoor bar.

Adam's boy, the young Aussie Nate, arrived with their dog Molly, who
enthusiastically greeted Will's pug Norman who the twins had brought with
them.  It was to be quite a dogs' day as these two would soon be joined by
Pablo's dog Billy and Tyler's Milly.

While all the activity was going on Grady and Doc chad had another therapy
session on the lawn – minus yesterday's sex games.  With that component
missing the boys were far too busy to watch mere therapy.  As the cop Mark
would have said, "Nothing more to see here folks – keep moving."

Mark and Jamie arrived early too, as Mark was in charge of security.  He
was wearing his cop uniform and rode his police motorcycle here, followed
by Jamie in his truck.  The uniform and bike came in useful to chase away
the prying eyes of any curious onlookers, though Mark changed into casual
clothes later.  He and Randy did another check of the perimeter, then
joined Bob, Pete and Mario keeping an adult eye on the activities

Brian was in the small security room on gate duty, rushing out to the gate
to welcome guests.  The first group to arrive were the Second-Floor guys,
as they were known, occupying the whole second floor of the tribe's main
house.  A cheer went up as they came marching in, pumping their fists in
the air – the black leather master Zack, his Hispanic lover Miguel, and
the senior boys Darius and Pablo.

They joined Randy and the other men and Zack grinned, "Hey, Mario, we heard
all about the shenanigan's yesterday of your guy Grady and the doc.  What
have you laid on for us today?"

"Benvenuto, signori," Mario laughed. "No, Zack – no more shenanigans, as
you call it.  That happened out of the blue yesterday and we depend on this
group to provide its own excitement... come si dice ... spontaneously?"

You can depend on that," grinned Darius.  "You know there's gonna be some
kinda drama with these horny guys."

"Signori, Tommy is over there manning the bar so please go help
yourselves."

Next came Will's dad Seth, the newest construction boss, the tough, shaggy
wildman of the bunch.  Surprisingly he arrived with Jason, the square-jawed
young fireman.  "That's a turn-up for the books," said gossipy Eddie to
Jason's boy Ben.  Didn't know they were buddies – they're so totally
different from each other."

"Me neither," said Ben.  "Maybe they just met by chance at the gate."

"Hmm, then again, maybe not," said Eddie who saw a potential drama round
every corner – or hoped for one anyway – or created one if necessary.

Ben ran up to Jason with a welcome hug, just as Will raced out of the
kitchen into his dad Seth's arms.  "Hey, kiddo, you got flour on your nose.
You still slaving away in the kitchen?"

"Not slaving, sir, I love it, love working with Danny and the twins.  It's
like being at the nerve center and everything's going real well.  How come
you came with Jason?" Will asked, echoing Eddie's curiosity.

"Oh, I was down at his place and we decided to share a truck," Seth said
enigmatically, providing more questions than answers.  But Will let it drop
as the kitchen needed him.

"Here come the Marines!" came the unmistakable shout of Hassan's boy Eddie.
He was proud of his man, proud to be the soldier's boy, and threw himself
flamboyantly into his muscular arms.  "Hey, punk, you running the show as
usual?"

"'Course I am, sir – I'm a Marine's boy.  But I gotta go."  As he ran
off Hassan yelled out, "Hey, who'd you have to fuck to get a drink around
here?"

"That would be me, sir," Tommy shouted, waving Hassan over to the bar.
Hassan ambled over there and sat on a barstool admiring the young blond
gymnast, especially when he bent down to lift up a keg of beer, showing off
the twin mounds of his stunning gymnast ass under his tight pants. Tommy
flashed a seductive smile.  "What's your pleasure, sir?"

"Well, that rather depends on you, Tommy," said the horny soldier.

The seductive smile broadened.  "I was referring to drinks, sir.  As in,
what would you like?"

Hassan chuckled.  "Sorry, dude, I got distracted ... er, a beer should keep
me happy for now."

"Coming right up, sir."  Tommy gave the beer (and prolonged eye contact) to
the dark Arab/Asian soldier, and Hassan stayed to chat.

Meanwhile Doctor Steve and his lover Lloyd arrived and joined Bob, Randy,
and the guys, and soon after that the last late arrival brought cheers from
the crowd – Uncle Mike and his boy Larry who had driven in from Palm
Springs.

By this time Grady's physical therapy was over and Doc Chad joined Adam.
Grady spotted Brian who had left his post on gate duty and beckoned the boy
over to the side of the terrace.  Grady was using crutches part of the time
but, after the therapy, Chad had insisted on a few hours in the wheelchair.
So the two wheelchairs now rested side by side and Grady had a gleam in his
eye that Brian knew well.  Gossip time.

One reason Grady loved these big parties was the opportunity it gave him to
scrutinize the whole tribe in one place – he was a great people watcher.
Mario frowned on this as intrusive but Grady had protested, "No, Mario,
it's research.  An actor always needs new material so I base a lot of stuff
on these guys.  If ever I play an Italian, I'll model myself on you."

"That will be a stretch," Mario had laughed, but of course gave Grady his
own way.

And now Grady was indulging his passion with his favorite
informer-in-chief, Brian, sitting together like two conspirators – which
in a way they were.

<><> THE GREEK CHORUS <><>

"OK, kiddo, so what's the scoop.  Where's the action gonna be d'you think?"

"Well, sir, as I see it there's a lot of possibilities.  See, Mario told me
that these Grady House parties for the whole tribe bring the devil out in
them.  It's a place for them to let off steam after the pressure of the
work-week.  Mario says they do stuff here they'd never do anyplace else."

Grady beamed.  "But that's what love, Brian – I love the house being
used like that – a refuge from the world, like it is for me. It's an
oasis of love and lust, a world all its own.  And Mario is the one who
makes the magic happen.  He's such a wonderful guy ... don't you think he's
the most wonderful guy you've ever met, Brian?"

"Yes, sir – right up there with you."

Grady leaned over and kissed him, then threw his arm over his shoulder.
"And Mario is right, all these guys have the devil in them somewhere and I
love watching it come out.  The crazier they act the more I like it.  And I
can act as silly as I like.  So, kiddo, rushing around the way you do, you
hear and see it all.  I know how you boys all talk, and you keep your ear
to the ground ... so what's the buzz?"

"Well, sir, the latest buzz is about ... wait for it ..."

"Drum roll," Grady grinned, drumming his fists on his knees.

"It's about Seth and Jason of all people."

Grady's jaw dropped.  "Those two?  But I've never seen them together –
they're such opposites.  I mean, they're both smoking hot but in different
ways.

Jason is this drop-dead gorgeous fireman, featured in the calendar, the
August page as I recall," Grady grinned slyly.  "I once told Jason I jerked
off over that picture and he told me he jacked off looking at those
billboards I used to be on.  Kiddo, mutual admiration don't get any better
than that. `Course, Jason's also famous for jacking off looking at himself
in the mirror, at that flawless physique he's got.  I think narcissism like
that is kinda hot but I can't see Seth going for it.

"Now there you have a guy who don't give a shit what he looks like, which
is what makes him so butch and so sexy.  Don't get me wrong, Seth is hotter
`n a pistol too with that muscular construction-worker build, square,
stubbled jaw and shaggy hair.  He's a total wildman and when he fucked me
... wow, I was seeing stars ... and it wasn't even dark.  Anyway, kid,
what's the dirt on those two?"

"Well that's just it, sir, we don't know.  Nobody knows, not even their
boys Ben and Will.  But the talk started when they arrived at the party
together."

"Maybe they met by chance at the gate."

"That's what Ben said, but Eddie thinks there's more to it."

"Eddie always thinks there's more to everything." Grady chuckled.

"Yeah, but get this, sir.  When Will asked Seth why he had arrived with
Jason, you know what he said?"  Brian paused for effect and Grady waited
with bated breath. "He said, casual as you like, `Oh, I was down at Jason's
place and we decided to share a truck."

"I see what you mean ... more questions than answers, eh?  Like, what was
he doing at Jason's place down there by the arroyo?  When the cat's away
... with Will and Ben up here for the night, did Seth and Jason spend the
night together down there?  And what did they do...?"

"Well, sir, if they spent the night together, what do you think they did?"

"Yeah, dumb question," Grady smiled.  "You'll keep on top of this, won't
you? Could be a major story.  OK, any other unlikely get-togethers, kiddo?

"Duh.  There's one right out in plain sight, sir.  Over there at the bar."

"Damn."  Grady looked over at the bar where Hassan and Tommy were in a
seemingly intense conversation.  "Now that ain't regular bar chit-chat, not
with that look in the eyes.  I've seen that look in guys before and it
don't mean `Have a nice day'."

"Watch, sir.  The buffet lunch has been set out and the other guys are
drifting over to it, so Tommy will be closing the bar.  And it looks like
Hassan's staying to help Tommy."

"Or help himself to Tommy," Grady grinned salaciously.

"Ah, ecco qui," came Mario's amused lilting voice. "You two are like a
Greek Chorus, standing at the side of the stage and bewailing what's going
on in the play."

"First of all," Grady said in mock indignation, "we are not standing, we're
sitting, as you see.  And second of all we're not wailing over the action,
we're cheering it on."  He pulled Mario down on a chair beside him.  "Now
sit here and look over there.  Looks like Hassan and Tommy are making out
– they're gonna get it on."

"Hassan and Tommy?  Don't be so silly ... they would never ..."  His eyes
opened wide. "Oh, you're right.  They are going into those trees over
there."

They all took a sharp intake of breath as they saw Eddie run across the
lawn and follow them at a distance."

"No!" Grady gasped. "Hassan's boy! You think Eddie's gonna attack Hassan,
or Tommy, or both?"

"Attack?" Brian said.  "Another dumb question, sir.  Eddie loves this
stuff.  He's not gonna attack them ... he's gonna film it."

<><> THE SOLDIER & THE GYMNAST <><>

In a clearing, hidden from view Tommy had taken off his T-shirt and was
leaning seductively against a tree, naked from the waist up in tight black
pants.  Hassan pulled off his khaki shirt and stood at a distance
bare-chested in jeans, staring at the blond gymnast.  "You're fucking
beautiful, boy, and you know it.  I hear you learned how to seduce guys for
money at the hotel you worked at."

"And it always worked, sir," Tommy said with more than a touch of
arrogance.

Hassan approached and ran his hands over the athlete's ripped pecs and abs.
"Just so you know, boy, you ain't seduced me and I never pay for sex.  I'm
horny is all, and I wanna shove my dick up your ass, get it?"

"The Marines always get their man, sir?"

"Dam straight."  For emphasis Hassan punched Tommy in the gut, just enough
to make him wince and double up.  He straightened up and the arrogance was
gone.  "Thank you, sir.  Er, I don't want to hurt Eddie, sir, he's my
friend."

Hassan smiled.  "My boy would love this.  He'll be sorry he missed it."
Actually Eddie wasn't missing a thing.  An expert at keeping himself
hidden, he was in the bushes, his camera aimed at the action – and his
dick hard.

Hassan forced Tommy's arms behind him round the tree where he clasped his
hands tight. "You keep them there."  He ran his fingers over the contours
of the blond's face, murmuring, "gorgeous – fucking gorgeous.  I
should've done this to you long ago."  He squeezed his nipples hard and
Tommy winced.  "Yeah, even better – wipe that arrogant smile off your
face."

The Marine captain slapped the athlete's solid pecs a few times, then
pressed hard against him, bare chest to bare chest.  He pushed his head
back against the tree and kissed him ferociously, shoving his tongue deep
in his mouth.  When he pulled back Tommy gasped, "Thank you, sir."

"Now, you ready to tell me what you want?"

"I want you to fuck my ass, sir."

"You can do better than that, boy.  Try again."

"Please, sir. I want your dick in my ass, sir.  I want it so bad.  I beg
you, sir. Please fuck me."

"Yeah, that's better – turns me on hearing an arrogant young jock like
you humiliate himself and beg for it.  OK, boy, this what you want?
"Hassan ripped open his jeans and pulled out his huge thick cock, hard as
steel."

"Oh fuck ... please, sir ... shove it inside me, sir ... please."

Hassan pulled Tommy away from the tree, turned him round and pushed him
face-first against it.  He made him reach upward and grasp two small
branches jutting out on each side, like a captive stretched helplessly on
the rack.  Hassan stepped back and salivated at the sight of the broad,
muscular back that sloped down to a long slim waist, and then rose over the
perfect mounds of the gymnast ass straining against the tight pants."

"Damn, I gotta have that ass, man.  Hassan yanked the pants down over his
ass and slapped the white globes from side to side.  Then he spat on his
cock, grabbed Tommy's hips ... and drove his shaft between the cheeks and
deep in his ass.

"Don't scream, boy.  This is between you and me, no one else."

Except me, Eddie thought, standing behind the bushes having trouble holding
his camera steady as he watched the pornographic spectacle of the swarthy
Arab soldier pounding the ass of the all-American blond athlete.  Hassan
reached up and clamped his hands tight over Tommy's hands gripping the
branches above him.

"Now you're my prisoner, boy, and I can do whatever the fuck I want to
you."  He fucked harder, pile-driving his rod into the tortured ass.  "Who
does your ass belong to, stud?"

"You, sir."  Tommy looked back over his shoulder.  "You can do whatever you
want to me, sir.  Tie me up, whip my ass, torture me, make me crawl and gag
on your cock, sir. Anything."

"Yeah, one day soon I'll chain you naked to the wall of a cell and keep you
there all night – the blond American gymnast, a fuck slave, getting
butt-whipped and tortured by the brutal Arab soldier all night until he's
crawling over the dirt and licking my boots begging for mercy."

"Yes sir, please sir."

"Damn, the thought of that makes me so hot I'm gonna bust my fucking load
in that gorgeous ass.  That what you want, boy?"

"Yes sir.  Please cum inside me, sir.  I can feel it ... fuck ... aaagh!"
With one last deep thrust the soldier's cock exploded in the gymnast's ass,
pouring hot jizz inside it in what seemed like an endless orgasm.

When at last he pulled out Tommy's knees buckled and he slumped against the
tree, muscles stretched as he hung from the braches above him.  Hassan
grabbed him, turned him round and forced him to his knees.  He toward over
him and Tommy gazed up at the shirtless Marine, his arms folded across his
chest, his cock dripping the last of its cum on his face.

The dark, rugged face stared down at him.  "That's how I like my victims,
kneeling in degraded submission.  Now you're gonna admit defeat by looking
at me and jacking off.  You're gonna cum for me, boy.  That's an order."

"Yes, sir."  Tommy's cock was pulsing so hard it only took a few strokes
before he felt sperm racing up his cock from his balls.  His body shook and
jizz blasted from his cock and splashed down on the soldier's boots.

When at last his cock drained tears ran down his face as he looked up at
Hassan who smiled, "You're fucking awesome, Tommy.  Man that was hot.  And
I mean what I said – you chained to the wall in a cell.  You up for
that?"

"Any time you want, sir.  Any time."

"One last thing.  Clean your jizz off my boots."  Obediently the muscular
jock bent down and licked the soldier's boots, slurping up every drop of
cum.  Then Hassan pulled Tommy up, folded his arms round him and kissed
him.

"And that is definitely a wrap," Eddie murmured to himself as he turned off
the camera and walked quietly away before anyone discovered he had filmed
the whole pornographic scene.

<><> THERE'S A STORY IN THERE SOMEWHERE <><>

Grady and Brian still focused avidly on the trees, while Mario urged them
to come and eat lunch.  Their patience was rewarded when Eddie emerged with
his camera.  Grady beckoned to him to join them and he ran up breathlessly
with the inevitable, "Dudes, you...will...not...believe..."

Just then they saw Hassan emerge, his usual stoic self looking as if
nothing had happened – except maybe for the satisfied smile on his face.
Soon Tommy appeared from the bushes looking even less perturbed – maybe
with a brighter glow than usual.  He still looked immaculate in his black
pants and T-shirt and went to the bar that he proceeded to wipe down and
reposition bottles.

"Looks like nothing much happened," Grady said dejectedly.  "You said we
wouldn't believe it, Eddie, and I for one don't."

"Don't have to sir," Eddie grinned smugly, "`cos I got it all here –
every thrust, every groan.  He waved the camera and Grady's eyes lit up.
No ... all of it? ... you little beauty.  Eddie, later on can we show the
video in the screening room downstairs?  It'll be a kind of premiere –
no red carpet though.  I doubt Hassan would care for that."

"Of course, sir, it'll be ready by this afternoon.  Er, sir, will I get
triple credit as director, cameraman and editor?"

"Above the title, kiddo."

"And there's more to come, sir.  There's stuff brewing all over the place,
I hear it everywhere."

Mario laughed merrily.  "Dear Eddie, you see conspiracies everywhere
lurking under the surface.  We have a word for that in Italy –
`dietrologia'."

Eddie's eyes sparkled with pride.  "Is that what I am, sir?  Geez, thanks
for telling me."

"And now," Mario smiled, "we really have to end this gossip-fest and join
our guests for lunch.  Come along, children," he said, like a teacher
leading his class.

Eddie raced ahead to boast about the grand new word to his pals.  As Grady
and Brian followed behind Mario, Grady leaned over and said quietly, "And
dude, talking of conspiracies, you will keep tabs on the Seth/Jason thing,
see what they're up to, won't you?  I have a feeling there's a big story in
there somewhere.  I love you, kiddo, and we make a great team, so be sure
to keep me posted."

"Don't I always, sir?" Brian grinned happily.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 512


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