Date: Wed, 21 Oct 2020 02:09:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 525  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 525
By Rob Williams

Chapter 525 – "THE TAMING OF TOP MEN"

IN THIS CHAPTER

Action hero Grady, a lifeguard in his new movie, gets an erotic welcome
home from his Italian lover Mario who tops the athletic muscle-jock. Then
Grady huddles in bed with his boy Brian, exchanging gossip, and scoops of
ice-cream.  Later, tough gypsy Randy is resentful of his handsome lover
Bob's growing command of the tribe.  They decide who the top-man is in a
bout of raw sex where one tames the other.

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

Grady, the action hero who had starred in three blockbuster Tarzan movies,
had been cast in a new role – a California lifeguard captain – for a
major production soon to begin shooting.

Prior to the start of principal photography a small crew was shooting an
advance promo to whet the public's appetite, and Grady was accompanied on
the two-day shoot at a Malibu beach by his pal Jamie.  As Grady explained,
"As a lifeguard captain I have to be a real good surfer.  I'm not bad, but
when they said I need a coach, hey, my buddy Jamie here was the obvious
choice.

Their young friend Eddie was also at the shoot.  His talent with a camera
had so impressed the movie's director that he asked him to come to the
beach and get candid shots of Grady.

At the end of the first day's shoot the results for Jamie and Eddie were
successful beyond their wildest dreams.  Both were offered jobs to stay
with the movie for the entire duration of filming.

Back home at the tribe's compound the news caused much excitement – and
the prospect of staff changes.  The tribe's co-leader Bob had taken charge
of all that.  Jamie had been the tribe's Office Manager, a job that Bob now
gave to the assistant manager Brandon.  And Eddie's job as House Manager
went jointly to the excited young Tyler and Finn.  These changes and
promotions naturally required a celebratory dinner when the beach party
returned home.

Jamie and his lover, the handsome motorcycle cop Mark, had had their own
private celebration where, in an erotic role reversal, the muscle-cop Mark
had surrendered his ass to his own boy, the newly empowered athletic young
jock Jamie.

The only man not at the festive celebration was the man who had started it
all – Grady, the star of the movie.  Being away from home for two days
Grady had sorely missed his lover, the handsome, stylish Italian Mario, and
the boy they shared, loyal young Brian.

Grady was eager to get back to them so Jamie and Eddie had driven him
straight back from the beach, and they dropped him off at the big gates of
the opulent Grady House.  "Thanks, guys," Grady grinned.  "Been a great
couple of days.  And I'll be seeing a whole lot more of you.  I'm gonna
love working on this movie with you."

He buzzed the gate and as they drove away they heard Brian squeal through
the intercom, "You're home, sir.  At last."

The gates swung silently open and Brian came racing out in his wheelchair
to meet him.  Grady lifted him bodily from the wheelchair and swung him
round, then settled him gently back down.  "God, I've missed you kiddo –
you and the Italian.  Where's is ...?"

"He's upstairs waiting for you, sir."  As they made their way together to
the house and up in the elevator Grady said, "After Mario and I have got,
er, reacquainted, kiddo, you and I are gonna have a long talk, `cos I want
all the gossip.  A lot's been going on, uh?"

"A whole lot, sir."  It all came out in a rush.  "I've just been talking to
Brandon and it seems Bob's been doing a whole number, talking to a lot of
the guys and handing out new jobs and stuff.  Brandon's the new office
manager, and Tyler and Finn the new house managers, though Bob still has to
talk to Adam and Chad about their boy Nate training them."

"Wow, I'd like to be a fly on that wall.  The gorgeous Bob, the Aussie and
the hunky doc, what a trio.  You gotta give me your predictions later,
Brian, `cos you're always right."

They had arrived at the double doors of the master bedroom and Brian said,
"I'm going down to check in with Danny about dinner.  So in you go, sir.
Have fun."  He wheeled himself off with a knowing smile on his face.

Grady opened the bedroom door and stared at Mario, who opened his arms.
"Benvenuto a casa, amico.  Welcome home."

========= CHAPTER 525 =========

<><> THE TUSCAN & THE LIFEGUARD <><>

Mario was wearing stylish beige linen lounger pants and a loose white shirt
that hung open, his muscular torso visible under the semi-transparent sheer
fabric.

Grady gasped softly as he gazed at his handsome Italian lover with his
square-cut Mediterranean features and dark wavy hair.  As Grady walked
toward him he breathed in the faint musky-sweet scent of Acqua di Palma,
the Italian cologne Mario always wore and which always made Grady's cock
stiffen.

"Look at you," Grady smiled.  "What a man to come home to.  And here am I
looking like a pile of driftwood washed up by the tide – old red board
shorts, sand in my toes and surf-spray salt in my hair."

"I would not have you any other way, amico – a sexy bagnino."

"Is that how you Italians say `lifeguard'?"

"It is.  And now, having slept with Tarzan for the last few years, I
suppose I have to learn to make love to a lifeguard – sand, salt and
all."

"You better learn fast, dude, `cos my balls are fit to burst under these
old shorts."  Grady walked into Mario's arms that folded tight round him,
and their mouths closed together in a long, loving kiss.  "I've missed you
so much, Mario.  It's only been two days but I feel like I've been away
from you for two weeks."

"Well you're here now, amore, so let us celebrate your safe return."  Mario
took Grady's hand and led him over to a small, elegant table set with
drinks.  They sat facing each other and Mario smiled, "Campari?  I have
mixed a batch of my special Negronis."  He stirred the mixture in a tall
jug and poured their drinks over ice.  They raised their glasses, clinked
and drank, staring into each other's eyes.

Grady's eyes brimmed with tears.  "I always forget how beautiful you are,
Mario.  It's always like meeting you for the first time.  This is like a
first date."

"The first of many firsts, amico.  But by all accounts – coming from
loose-lipped Eddie of course – you guys had quite a party in that hotel.
Let's see – you, Mark and Hassan, and their boys Jamie and Eddie.  Or to
put it in fantasy terms – which I know you prefer – a Greek-god cop,
a hunky Arab Marine, a California surfer and a cheeky camera-boy, all
ganging up on a handsome lifeguard.  Quite an event."

"It sure was," Grady grinned, "thanks to you arranging that cool bungalow
for us, it was terrific.  But you know, I'd have given it all up for two
nights alone with you there, Mario.  Hey, maybe you and I could go there
– just us two, incognito, you know.  I've got a week off before we start
all the preliminary stuff on the new movie."

"I have a better idea," Mario smiled.  "How about we ... how do you say?
... hole up here at home for a week?  Privately, just us, with Brian and
Danny to take care of us.  We'll have them pamper us – even more than
they already do.  We'll hang out, swim ... make love ... eat ... drink
... make love again ..."

"And fuck ..?"

"Fucking is part of making love, amore."

"I knew that," Grady pouted, then grinned roguishly.  "Er, like, starting
when?"

"Right now if you wish.  No time like the present.  That is, if you're up
for it."

"Are you kidding?"  Grady grabbed his own crotch.  "Sonny-boy down here has
been up for it since I walked in here and saw you."

"Molto bene.  So let's take it from there, from when you came in."

Eager to spice things up with a little play-acting, Grady got to his feet,
went to the door and, as if he had just come in, stood in the same spot
where he had stopped and gazed at Mario.  Mario stood up, still holding his
glass, and smiled at Grady across the room.  He took a leisurely sip of his
Negroni and Grady watched his prominent Adam's apple slide up and down as
he swallowed, a feature that always turned Grady on.

Casually Mario put down his glass, shrugged his shirt back off his
shoulders and let it drop.  Grady stared at the shirtless Italian, at his
ripped torso and long elegant waist, his lounger pants slung low on his
hips ... and again his eyes brimmed with tears.  "I love you so much,
dude."  Grady sank to his knees and watched as Mario loosened the waist of
his pants and let them fall.  He stepped out of them and stood naked,
smiling at Grady, and beckoned him to come forward.

His eyes fixed on Mario's long, hard cock, Grady fell forward on his hands
and crawled across the carpet on all fours.  When he came close he lowered
his head and kissed the feet of the man he idolized.  Then he raised his
face level with the cock pointing straight at him, kissed the head and
pushed his mouth over it, taking it slowly all the way down his throat.

"Aaahh," Mario sighed.  "I have missed that, amico."  He looked down at the
tousled, muscular lifeguard in red shorts, his handsome face moving up and
down on the length of his cock.  ? perfetto, amore.  Yes, I think I can
learn to make love to a lifeguard.  But do you think a macho young
lifeguard captain would ever let me put my cock inside his ass?"

Grady pulled his head away and grinned up at him.  "This one sure would.
He's partial to beautiful Italians with a gorgeous face and flawless body."
He fell on his back on the carpet, pushed his shorts down to his ankles and
pulled his legs back.

Mario laughed.  "Now that is a lifeguard who has no shame."  He elegantly
plucked the shorts from Grady's ankles and tossed them aside.  He knelt on
the floor, leaned forward between Grady's legs and smiled down at him.
"Now, let us see if a California lifeguard and a man from Tuscany are a
good match."

Gently he slid his cock between the naked lifeguard's ass cheeks and eased
it inside him.  A gleaming smile spread over Grady's face.  "Oh yeah," he
sighed.  "Oh yeah, that's a match – wait, I dunno ... do it some more."

Mario pulled back and pushed in again.  "It feels like a match to me.  Is
it good for you?"

"Not sure," Grady frowned.  "It takes some time for a macho lifeguard to
get used to a cock up his ass ... hours maybe ... all night maybe."

"Would a kiss help?"

"Could do ... give it a try."

Bracing his hands on the floor on either side of Grady's head, Mario leaned
down and kissed Grady's eyes, then licked his lips and brushed them lightly
with his mouth. "No, harder than that," Grady moaned.  "Lifeguards like it
hard ... and keep fucking."

Mario increased the pressure on Grady's mouth and his ass.  When at last he
pulled his face back Grady reached up and lovingly traced the sculpted
features with his fingers.  "I love you, you sexy Italian," Grady smiled.
"Man, I love the feel of your cock in my ass.  How's it compare with
Tarzan's?"

"About the same – except that the lifeguard speaks and Tarzan just
grunted like an animal."

"I can be an animal if you want.  I know how to grunt."

"How about we just make love, amico?"

"Sorry, dude.  I'm just so excited to be with you.  Let me gaze up at you
while you make love to my ass."

The ensuing silence was broken only by the sighs and moans of the ecstatic
lovers, two beautiful men moving in perfect harmony.  Reflected in the wall
mirror the naked men were a homoerotic spectacle, as one moved up and down
over the other, his cock disappearing into the ass that pushed up high to
meet it.

They were lost in each other's eyes.  Even in the midst their active,
privileged lives, so full of excitement, right now their world consisted
only of each other. Their opulent surroundings faded into insignificance,
leaving them suspended in air.

The more poetic Mario found enchantment in this silent world and modulated
his moves to forestall the orgasm that was always imminent.  Grady however,
always the actor, needed to give voice to his euphoria.  "That
Tuscan/Lifeguard thing seems to be working pretty good.  See, I've already
practiced surfing, but I got a bunch of love scenes in the movie too that I
have to rehearse.  Like several times a day ... for weeks ... maybe months.
We better just spend all our time in bed making love.  After all, practice
makes perfect."

"This feels perfetto, to me right now, amico."

"It does, don't it?" Grady grinned.  "Except, my balls are fit to burst.
And I really wanna feel your juice in my ass, buddy.  Think you can manage
that?"

A smile spread over Mario's face.  "I have been holding it back for so
long, so yes, I think I can manage."  He fucked harder and Grady pumped his
own cock in his fist.  They made love with their eyes, their passion
mounted and the climax came at last.  Grady watched his lover's body tense,
heard him sigh deeply ... and felt his warm juice spurting deep in his ass.

"Fuck, that's incredible ... you're making me cum ... fuck ... fuck
... yeahhh!"  Grady threw his head back and yelled as his own cock
shuddered and spurted streams of semen over his ripped abs and chest.

It took the lovers a while to regain their breath, and then their smiles
broadened into laughter.  Mario fell forward onto Grady and they rolled
together over the floor, laughing and kissing until finally they fell on
their backs, side by side, gazing up at the ceiling.

With perfect timing, there was a knock at the door and Brian wheeled
himself in.  "Ah, you're finished, sirs.  I thought so."

<><> BETTER THAN SEX <><>

Grady propped himself up on his elbows and grinned.  "How did you know,
kiddo?"

"Oh, after all these years I know who long you two take.  When I saw the
Negronis I added twenty minutes and ... voilà.  Are you really finished
or are you going again, sirs?  Danny wants to know about dinner."

"Boy, you're a pushy kid.  Give a guy time to get his breath back, won't
you?"

"Nonsense," Mario said, getting to his feet.  "Brian is quite right.  We
cannot spend all evening fucking on the floor."

"And why not?  Like I said, I gotta rehearse."

"Even rehearsals take a dinner break," Mario said sternly as he pulled on
his clothes.  I have to talk to Danny in the kitchen.  "Bambino, I'm
leaving him in your tender care.  With Grady, the thing that comes a close
second to fucking, is gossip. And you're the boy for that."

"Damn straight," Grady said.  "All that fucking's given me an appetite for
a good ol' gossip.  So let's kick him out, kiddo, and you and me go to the
bedroom.  I wanna hear all the news."  Grady stood up, left his shorts on
the floor and walked naked to the bedroom alongside Brian in his
wheelchair.

Mario peeked in and smiled as he watched Grady get into bed and haul Brian
in beside him.  Brian pulled his owl glasses from his pocket and put them
on.  They were not essential for gossip, but Brian always said they helped
him think.

Mario smiled indulgently at them both.  He loved to see Grady this happy.
Grady loved Brian and treasured the times he could kick back and pump him
with questions about the goings-on in the tribe.  "Out!" Grady ordered
Mario with a smile. "This is top secret stuff.  Conspirators only.  But
don't forget – more rehearsal after dinner."

Mario chuckled and left, closing the door softly behind him.

Sitting up in bed, leaning back against the headboard, Grady put his arm
round Brian's shoulders.  OK, we got a lot to get through, kiddo."  He
paused and frowned.  "You know what would go down a treat right now,
though.  Ice-cream.  I have a sudden craving.  Gossip and ice-cream are a
perfect combo."

"Sir, you know you're not allowed ice-cream.  Randy says he's in charge of
keeping your body fit to play a hunky lifeguard, and he says ice-cream is a
no-no."

"Old grouch," Grady grumbled.

"Besides, there's none in the house."

Grady studied Brian's face and detected a suppressed smile.  "You've got a
stash, don't you?  Tell me the truth, kid.  I know you never lie to me."

"That's not fair, sir.  Well ... maybe I do, maybe I don't."

"And if you did have a secret stash, what flavor would it be?"

Well sir ... maybe chocolate, maybe not."

"No! ... Chocolate ice-cream!  It's just like great sex.  Kid, you gotta
... you'd be my favorite boy."

"I already am, sir."

Yeah, that's true dammit.  But I'd make it worth your while."

"No, sir, I'm forbidden."

"Who by?  Randy?  I'll deal with him.  After our next gym workout I'll let
him chain me up and fuck me.  And, er ... you can watch."

Brian weakened.  "Really, sir?  I can watch?  Hmm ...  But it has to be a
secret.  Mario mustn't know I've given you ice-cream."

"Cross my heart and hope to die, kid.  Deal?"

"Deal, sir." They high-fived, Brian eased over to the edge of the bed and
into his wheelchair.  He left the room and Grady heard him trundling down
the hall to the upstairs kitchen.

Grady sank back against the pillows and felt happier than he had been in a
long time.  He was looking forward to his new movie, especially as Jamie
would be working with him on the beach scenes.  He had just had a great
weekend with Jamie and the others in Malibu, and a sexy welcome home from
the handsome Italian he adored.  And now he was going to catch up on all
the tribe's gossip with a kid he loved so much it brought tears to his
eyes. All that, plus chocolate ice-cream.  Life didn't get better than
this.

<><> TWO FLIES ON THE WALL <><>

When Brian wheeled himself back in he had a huge tub of chocolate ice-cream
and two spoons.  He pulled himself up onto the bed beside Grady and gave
him a spoon.  "I had it stashed right in the back of the freezer where
nobody ever looks.  There's all kinds of old junk back there."

Grady yanked off the lid, dug his spoon and took a big mouthful.  He sucked
it in, then started to sing, "Heaven, I'm in heaven ..."  OK, kiddo, time
to get the scoop – and I don't mean a scoop of ice-cream.  Well, that
too, but ...  No, gotta focus.  I mean the scoop on the tribe.  I assume
you don't need me to tell you what us guys did in the bungalow in Malibu."

"No, sir, Brandon and me got it all from Eddie, though I think he probably
exaggerated a bit."

"I doubt it, kid.  It was pretty hot stuff.  But I wanna know what happened
in town while we were away.  Who was your informant?"

"Brandon, sir.  We speak all the time on the phone.  'Fact, he called me
just now while you and Mario were ... rehearsing," the boy said with a
straight face.  He paused for another spoonful. "OK, so you already know
about the staff changes.  Brandon's gonna replace Jamie as Office Manager,
Ryan will be his assistant and they're gonna hire two new guys."

"How d'you think that'll work out."

"It'll be outstanding, sir.  Brandon's over the moon and he already has
tons of new ideas.  Ryan's thrilled `cos it makes his man Darius even more
proud of him, and you know how Ryan worships Darius."

"Yeah, and that ten-inch black monster weapon of his."

"Focus, sir.  You said we gotta focus."  Grady was suitably chastened.
"And the gardeners, Finn and Tyler, are being brought in house, so to
speak, by Bob who's making them co-managers of the house and the garden in
place of Eddie."

"Hm, co-house managers.  That could be tricky.  Do they work well
together?"

"Too well, sir, in Brandon's opinion.  See, working in the garden they kept
having sex, especially when the sun got hot and they took a breather.  You
could stumble on them behind any bush."

"Damn, I should spend more time hanging out in you guys' garden," Grady
grinned.

"Brandon says if they start fucking in the bedrooms while they're doing
their rounds in the house Bob won't stand for that."

"Guess not," Grady chuckled.  "Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase `Get
a Room'.  Now they'll have their pick."

"Personally, sir, I think the new job will make them more responsible and
they'll keep it zipped up.  Anyway, for the first week or so they're gonna
have Nate supervising them if Bob can persuade Adam and Chad to part with
him for a while."

"Ah, now we get to the juicy stuff.  "Oooh," Grady groaned as he sucked in
a big scoop as he talked and the cold gave him a jab of a headache."

"You should eat more slowly, sir.  Mario's always telling you not to bolt
your food."

"Yeah, but he didn't have a tub of ice-cream – and we do.  So tell me
about Nate."

"Well, sir, Nate used to be the house-manager before Eddie.  He set up the
systems and he knows all the wrinkles.  So Bob wants to borrow him to train
Tyler and Finn.  But Nate has always been Adam's boy – the two Aussies,
you know – and now he's Chad's too.  And we think it's a tossup whether
the Aussie stud and the hunky doc will lend Nate to Bob."

"Why so?  I thought Bob could charm the birds out of the trees.  He could
sure tempt me into the trees.  He's had me in that clump of trees in the
garden several times."

"Sir, you've gotta get you mind off sex."

"What?  Wash your mouth out with soap, boy.  You know my one-track mind is
pretty much a dirt-track.  OK, OK, sorry.  Focus, focus.  So why wouldn't
those hunks part with Nate?"

Brian's eyes opened wide and he spoke in a conspiratorial whisper.
"Because he's become real valuable to them, sir, and I don't only mean in
the bedroom.  In all the rooms."

"You mean they fuck in all those rooms.  It's a big house, it would take
..."

"No, no, no, sir, there you go again.  This is not about sex.  It's about
interior decorating – that's what I mean by all the rooms.  Nate's
always had a flair for that and when Adam and Chad bought that house they
wanted to do a complete makeover – in their own style, like.  It seems
Nate took over and he's doing a whole number on the house, just the way
those guys like it – you know, kinda masculine but not too butch, what
you might call butch-elegant."

"That's a big job," Grady said.  "I can see why they don't wanna part with
him.  So what's the betting, kiddo, you're always good at that?"

"Personally, sir, I think Bob will get what he wants, but it's gonna take a
lot of persuading.  Those guys will strike a hard bargain."

"With an emphasis on the `strike'?"

"Well, no, they won't get mean or anything, but I can imagine a few
scenarios.  It'll probably be a tit-for-tat thing.  You know – we give
you something, you give us something in return."

"Yeah, but what?  Kid, you're sending my imagination into overdrive.  But
you'll tell me as soon as it happens, right?"  Brian nodded eagerly.  "So
in the meantime," Grady said, what d'you think's going on right now at the
compound?  Big celebration, uh?  What's Brandon telling you?"

"Well, sir, he says the troops are gathering and Mark is looking at his boy
Jamie like he's some Greek statue on a pedestal, he's so proud of him.
And, as you know, when that happens sex always rears its head."

"Thank god," Grady grinned.

"So anyway, you know how Jamie always gets naked and offers his ass to Mark
whenever the cop gets home.  Well Brandon thinks it's a safe bet Mark will
turn the tables and surrender his ass to Jamie.  It's happened before."

"Damn I wanna see that.  You think they'd give me a repeat performance?"

"Doubt it, sir.  That's a one-off.  But there's another couple Brandon has
his eye on.  Randy and Bob."

"The bosses?  Why?  No, wait a minute, wait a minute.  Let me guess."
Grady frowned in thought.  "So let's think – from what you say, Bob's
been taking charge in a big way, getting his info firsthand and reordering
the staff.  The whole tribe waits for him to make a speech with the `big
announcement'.  He is definitely the boss."

"Right so far, sir."

"OK, but this don't sit too well with Randy who always has to be the boss
– and always is, except for Bob.  So what's a pissed-off gypsy caveman
to do, eh?  You do the math, kiddo."

"Simple as two plus two, sir.  There's one way where Randy's always the
boss – when he gets physical.  In the past he used to really get
physical and beat Bob up if he got uppity.  He was so scared of losing Bob,
and he thought the only way to keep him was to lock him in his man-cave.
He don't do that now, but there's one way Randy is still dominant,
definitely the boss."

"And sex rears its head again," Grady said triumphantly.  "Man, I'd like to
be a fly on that wall too.  Hey, Brian, you remember that old flick where a
guy turns into a fly?  I wish I could do that and watch all this sex
stuff."

"Yeah, me and Brandon watched that movie on TV.  But as I recall, sir, when
the man becomes a fly he don't buzz around from room to room and crawl on
the wall watching guys fuck."

"So what makes you think all flies are alike, kid?  If I were a fly I'd be
..."

"The most sex-crazed insect in the history of the world, sir?"

They burst out laughing and dipped their spoons in the ice-cream tub.
Their conversation was becoming silly but Grady was having a blast.  So the
gossip continued, with more outlandish predictions for the future,
punctuated by many gulps of chocolate ice-cream.

<><> BUSTED!  <><>

Meanwhile Mario was in the kitchen checking up on Danny's dinner
preparations.  "I'm sorry to leave you alone for so long, Danny, but you
know how it is when Grady comes home after a few days away."

"Oh, I don't mind, sir.  You know how I love my kitchen – Happiest Place
on Earth, my Disneyland," Danny smiled.  "So did you give our new lifeguard
a big Grady-House welcome?"

"Grady seemed pleased," Mario smiled modestly.  "And he's now in his own
Disneyland, where he becomes a kid again, sitting in bed with Brian
catching up on all the latest gossip.  And no doubt sharing a great big tub
of chocolate ice-cream."

"Really, sir?  I thought Grady wasn't allowed ice-cream."

"He's not, according to Randy, but Brian has this secret stash at the back
of the freezer that he thinks I don't know about.  Grady is a chocoholic so
I'm sure he got the secret out of Brian and charmed him into sharing the
tub with him.  But you sure you're OK all alone here, Danny?"

"Well I'm not really alone, sir.  See these?"  He fingered the earbuds
hanging down from the neck of his apron.  My lover Tommy and I talk on the
phone all the time while I'm working here and he works up at Steve's house.
Actually, he's coming here to give me a hand soon and, er, he might stay
the night with me if that's OK, sir."

"Danny, you don't have to ask a question like that.  You can have anyone
you like here, especially Tommy – he's a decorative addition to any
house.  Of course he must join us for dinner and stay the night and
... whatever it is you two do."

Danny grinned impishly.  "Probably not much different from what you and
Grady just did, sir."

"Well I hope you have as much fun as we did, Danny.  Now I suppose I'd
better go upstairs and crack the whip about Grady breaking the gastronomic
rules."

Grady and Brandon were deep into gossip – and ice-cream – when the
door suddenly opened and there was Mario.  Like a flash, Brandon buried the
tub between them on the bed.  They stared at Mario with dopey smiles and
what they hoped were looks of innocence, but were in fact pictures of
guilt.

Mario tossed them a towel. "First you can wipe the chocolate off your
mouths, and Brian, mind that tub you've got hidden between you doesn't get
chocolate on the sheets."

Grady grimaced at Brian.  "Busted!  We're in the dog house, kiddo."

"You certainly are," Mario said.  "Randy works hard to keep you in shape,
so he'll be angry about this.  You're a very bad influence on Brian."

"It's my fault, amico, not Brian's.  I kind of twisted his arm.  I said I
would grovel to Randy and let him chain me up and whip me, and Brian could
watch.  It was an offer he couldn't refuse – well, who could, I ask
you?"

It was obvious that Mario was trying hard to suppress his laughter.  He
came over to the bed, bent down and kissed Brian.  "You are forgiven,
bambino.  But he's not," jabbing a finger at Grady.  He's been a
ragazzaccio, a naughty boy, and you know what we do to naughty boys."

"Fuck `em, sir?" Brian said innocently, blinking behind his glasses.

"Among other things, yes.  Now, Danny will be serving dinner soon and Tommy
is coming over to give him a hand.  He'll be joining us and staying the
night with Danny.  So Brian, why don't you go down and set the table for
five?  Oh, and replace the remains of that ice-cream in the back of the
freezer where it came from."

"Yes, sir," Brain said, his eyes sparkling more with mischief than
contrition. He eased himself into his wheelchair, with the tub and the
spoons, and wheeled himself to the door.  Grady called out after him, "Hey,
kiddo, keep your ear to the ground about that Randy and Bob thing, and
report back to me as soon as there's new intelligence."

"Aye-aye, sir, will do," Brian called back over his shoulder, and left the
room.

Grady faked an over-the-top look of guilt, like a kid who had just been
caught with his hand in the cookie jar, or in this case, the ice-cream tub.
Mario finally let his laughter bubble out.  "I'm glad you are having a good
time, Grady, but I should be angry.  You made Brian your partner in crime.
What am I to do with you?

Grady said humbly.  "You could do what Brian suggested and ... and fuck
me."

"Incorreggibile!  Oh, mi amore, we will have such a good time here this
week."

<><> A HEART TO HEART <><>

Grady had been right to trust Brian's intuition and predictive skills.  The
boy was a keen observer of the tribe and, in collusion with his boyfriend
Brandon, generally knew in advance which way the wind would blow.  Grady,
of course, eagerly lapped up the stream of gossip.

As Brian had accurately forecast, Mark had indeed reversed roles and let
the newly-empowered Jamie top him in bed.  And Brandon, Tyler and Finn had
already greeted the news of their promotions with enthusiasm.  Also, his
prediction that Bob's upcoming meeting with Adam and Chad would become
contentious, would also soon prove to be true.

But it was in his analysis of the complex relationship of Bob and Randy
that Brian really excelled.  As he had said, their love for each other was
so intense that Randy couldn't imagine life without Bob, and that scared
him.

The seeds of conflict had already been sown at the celebratory dinner in a
whispered exchanged between the men.  Randy had said, "You know how bent
out of shape I get when you take charge like this, like you're the big boss
around here.  When we go to bed I guess I have to show you again who the
real boss is, so brace yourself, stud."  Bob had replied flippantly,
"Already braced, Randy.  I would expect nothing less."

When at last the festive dinner finally wound down the men of the tribe
exchanged hugs and handshakes with the two leaders, and congratulated them
on how things were shaping up.  After the crowd disbursed Randy went home
to their house adjoining the compound while Bob stayed behind for a few
minutes to check on the boys doing cleanup.

"Guys, leave all the stuff on the tables and move them over by the wall
there.  They can wait till tomorrow. Just so the twins and Will have a
clear kitchen to do breakfasts in the morning.  Thanks a bunch, guys.  Been
quite a day, uh?  Sleep well ... make love."

As he walked back toward his house he left many admiring glances behind
him.  Bob was universally loved and respected – and Randy knew it.

Bob went up to the master bedroom where Randy had already poured two
brandies, a nightly routine where they re-hashed the day and talked about
prospects for tomorrow.  "Man, I'm bushed," Bob said, flopping on a couch
next to Randy and kicking his shoes off.  What a day ... so many changes."

"Yeah," Randy said, "and you were sure throwing your weight around out
there."

Bob frowned – he knew that tone of voice well.  "I wouldn't characterize
it as `throwing my weight around', Randy.  That's a bit harsh.  It's simply
that, with Jamie and Eddie going off the payroll, their positions had to be
filled quickly to avoid a lot of rumors and uncertainty.  So I worked hard,
interviewing the boys' masters and making sure I didn't put a foot wrong."

"You, put a foot wrong?  Never."

Bob sighed and took a sip of brandy.  "Randy, I'm very familiar with that
snarky, cynical tone.  OK, what's the problem?"

Randy shrugged.  "Like I told you before, I just get pissed off when you
take charge like that and all the guys look up to you like you just stepped
off Mount fucking Olympus."

Bob said patiently, "Would you rather they resented me making all these
decisions, and talked down to me?"

"Anyone did that to you I'd fucking slug `em."

"Hm, and that would settle everything nicely, I suppose.  Randy, earlier
today we talked about Brandon's heavy workload in the office and I asked
for your help.  You remember what you said?  `Hey, careful, stud,' you
said, `you know how it works.  I don't tell you how to run the office or
the house, any more than you tell me how to run the construction sites."

"Yeah, then I told you how you should handle it and make amends to Pete and
his kid Brandon."

"Exactly, it was sound advice, and that's teamwork, Randy."  Randy just
shrugged, and Bob paused to take another sip of brandy.  He had to tread
carefully when Randy was in this mood.

"Listen, Randy.  This is not just about me making staffing decisions today,
is it?  There's much more to it than that. Won't you tell me?"

Randy looked into the handsome face and soft brown eyes he had studied so
often in the past.  "OK, right ... like ... when you made that speech to
all the guys and they gazed up at you hanging on every word, you were so
fucking ... so fucking ... intellectual.  The words you used, the tone, so
sure of yourself and they all applauded you ... and so they should `cos you
were fucking brilliant."

He took a big slug of brandy, building up another head of steam.  "I can't
compete with that, dude.  But a lot of those guys are right up there with
you, almost as smart – Mark, Pete, Hassan, all in positions of authority
where they give artilic ..."

"Articulate ...?"

"Yeah, articulate speeches just like that in their jobs.  They're more like
you than I am ... I'm just a fucking construction worker with dirt under my
fingernails. I'm just ..."

"Randy, wait a minute, wait a minute.  OK, picture it.  I decide to run one
of the construction sites.  But we're behind schedule and the crew is
tired.  I make a fancy speech, full of facts and figures, and ask them to
do overtime.  They'd think I was coming off all high-and-mighty and tell me
where I could shove the job – up my ass.

"But you handle situations like that all the time, Randy.  And they respect
and admire you because you work even harder than they do.  They'd work all
night if you asked them.  You wouldn't have to make a speech.  You'd just
start doing the heavy lifting yourself and they'd join in – leadership
by example.  And when the work was done you'd all kick back with beers, and
you'd be just one of the guys.

"And it's not just the crew.  The customers, the vendors, they all respect
you, Randy, `cos you're tough and honest, and they trust you to bring in
every project on time and under-budget.

"And that's why you've been so successful at building the construction
company up from nothing to the huge success it is today.  You don't think
the tribe looks up to you?  Bullshit!  They know that if you weren't the
boss there would be no company, and there'd be no tribe.  Those boys we've
trained and nurtured would still be on the streets or living the lonely
lives they were living before we found them.  Boys like redheaded Will and
gutsy Brandon and your kid brother Ben.

"I'm just a backroom boy really, providing what they call infrastructure
– keeping the office and house in order to support the heaving lifting
that you do every day.  But you're the one who brings in the money.  Sure,
we're different, different but equal, Randy.  And above all that, more
important than any of that, is the unalterable fact that we love each
other.  I'm crazy in love with you, not those other guys, and that's never
gonna change, buddy.  It's etched in granite."

Bob stopped talking, took another hit of brandy, and saw Randy's pale blue
eyes smile and brim with tears.  "See what I mean about you making
speeches, dude?  Fucking brilliant.  One thing I forgot to tell you just
now, it got lost in my paranoia.  I was one of the guys at dinner staring
up at you, hanging on every word you said – and feeling so damn proud of
you."

"Thank you for saying that, Randy.  You know the tribe thinks of us as
co-equal leaders.  But when we're here like this, alone in our bedroom,
we're not really equal.  You're the boss Randy, right from the days when
that big savage gypsy dragged me into his cave, tied me up and fucked my
ass until I begged for mercy and promised never to leave him."

Bob smiled.  "I kept my promise, Randy, and so did you. And so here we are,
after all these years, and you're still the boss.

That confident, gleaming gypsy smile was back.  "You think so?  OK, big
guy.  Prove it."

<><> THE UNDISPUTED MASTER <><>

Randy pulled off his T-shirt, poured himself another brandy, and sprawled
back on the couch shirtless, legs apart, one hand holding his drink, the
other grabbing the bulge in his jeans.

Bob stood up and stared down at the muscular, shirtless gypsy with the
chiseled features, stubbled jaw, shaggy black hair and piercing blue eyes.
Yes, Randy was the boss, no doubt about it.  And Bob, the confident
alpha-male who so recently had been admired as having just stepped off
Mount Olympus, as Randy put it, was now ready to submit to his master.

He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off.  Randy groaned, ripped open
his own jeans and pulled out his monster cock.  "Fuck yeah," he growled,
staring up at the bare-chested superman.  He stroked his cock slowly.
"Fuck yeah ..."

Already barefoot, Bob now unbuckled his belt, unzipped his slacks and let
them drop round his ankles.  His cock sprang out, hard as iron, and Randy
said, "Touch it.  I wanna watch you stroke that cock."

The only sound in the room was a ticking clock as the lovers stared at each
other and slowly ran their hands over their cocks.  "Turn round."  Bob
turned his back on Randy who stared at the white globes of the ass he
always lusted for.  "That ass belongs to me, man.  Always has, always will.
Go over to the wall mirror.  You know what I want – get off on
yourself."

Bob knew what he meant, an act that always excited Randy – Superman
making love to himself.  He walked naked to the full-length wall mirror and
pressed his bare chest against it.  He stretched his arms up against the
glass and stared into his own eyes.  He pressed his lips against the glass
and kissed himself.

"Fuck," Randy growled.  He pulled himself off the couch and stood stroking
his cock as he watched his man make love to himself.  As Bob writhed
against his mirror-image, his cock pressing against the glass made his ass
cheeks flex.  "Damn, I gotta get me a piece of that ass."  Randy strode to
the mirror, stood against Bob's back and looked over his shoulder into his
eyes in the mirror.  "You look so fucking hot, man.  You always do."

"Please, Randy ... fuck my ass.  I'm giving it to you"

"Wrong, buddy," Randy said.  "You don't give me your ass.  I'm the boss
... I take what I want."  He spat on his cock, then grabbed Bob's waist,
pulled his hips back toward him and drove his shaft deep inside his lover's
ass."

"Aaahh," Bob sighed.  He stared at the rugged gypsy face in the mirror,
felt the huge dick filling his ass, and willingly surrendered.  He would do
whatever Randy ordered him to.  He wanted to be dominated by him, a craving
he felt for no other man.  Randy folded one arm round Bob's neck from
behind and held him tight while he pounded his ass.  "This is what I mean,
buddy," he breathed in his ear.  "This is why I'm the master.  Feel that
piston on your ass?"

It was a master fuck, not as savage as Randy could sometimes be, but enough
to drive Bob wild.  As the pounding continued he felt his legs go weak and
sag, and he slid slowly down against the glass.

"Can't take it, eh, stud?  OK, I'll go easy on you."  He pulled out and let
Bob fall to his knees.  Randy shoved the back of his head and he fell
forward on hands and knees.  On all fours, Bob stared at himself in the
mirror then up at Randy, who flashed an arrogant smile that always annoyed
and excited Bob.  "What do you want, stud?" Randy growled

"I want your cock in my ass."

"You can do better than that, buddy."

"OK.  Please, sir, I want your cock in my ass.  I need it so bad.  Please,
sir."

"That's better.  Turns me on to hear a gorgeous muscle-stud beg for cock."
Randy dropped to his knees and grabbed Bob hips from behind.  "So here it
comes, dude."

"Aaagh!"  This time the penetration was fierce and the fuck savage.  Bob
stared at the mirror image of the ferocious gypsy kneeling behind him, his
jeans round his thighs, stubbled jaw clenched, eyes blazing.  As he rammed
his cock in mercilessly his long black hair whipped round his face, and the
muscles of his bare torso bulged.

Randy was skilled at bringing his victim right up to his pain threshold
before pulling back, then ramping the action back up.  Bob took in lungsful
of air, bracing against the pain ... and loving the thrill of being savaged
by the gypsy barbarian.

When the action intensified Bob reared back up on his knees.  He raised his
arms, braced his palms on the mirror and arched his body, pushing his ass
back to feel the full extent of Randy's massive cock driving in deep.  He
felt Randy's sweat dripping on his back and heard the deep guttural voice.
"Now, who's the boss, big guy?  Tell me ... tell me!"

"You are, sir.  I can't live without this ... I can't live without you.
Fuck me ... fuck my ass."

The force of Randy's pounding cock forced Bob's knees forward with each
blow until he was pressed against the mirror again, his arms stretched up
high, hands clawing at the glass.  He was the gypsy's captive, his ass
impaled on his brutal shaft.  Randy fucked relentlessly, driven by the
euphoric sense of domination over this naked superman.

Again and again he pushed Bob to the limit of exhaustion and the edge of
orgasm before backing off.  Bob was in a delirium of lust, dazed to the
point where the constant pounding in his ass made everything go momentarily
dark.

When he opened his eyes the pounding had stopped, but his ass was still on
fire, filled with the massive cock.  He looked in the mirror and saw
Randy's face over his shoulder, smiling at him.  Randy was pressed against
him, his arms raised on top of Bob's, pinning his wrists to the glass.

Bob heard himself groan.  "I submit, sir.  You're the master.  I love you,
sir."

Rand flashed his gleaming smile.  "That's all I needed to hear, buddy.  Now
I can make love to you."  Slowly, gently, he pulled his cock back, almost
all the way, then eased it back in, massaging the ravaged ass.  Pressed
against his back Randy rested his chin on Bob's shoulder, their faces side
by side, gazing into each other's eyes in the mirror.

"See that, buddy?" Randy said.  "See your own gorgeous face reflected in
those blue eyes?  That's you and me, dude, and that's the only thing that
counts.  All that other crap, that's window dressing.  See that world
there?  It's all in the eyes, and that's where we live, where we come
alive, you and me."  Randy grinned, "And talking of coming alive, you know
I can make you cum like this, don't you?"

"Always."

Randy pulled back, then pushed his rod slowly in his lover's ass.  "Look
into my eyes, dude, feel that dick pushing inside you.  "Aaahh" Bob moaned
as the cock came to rest in the burning depths of his ass.  The voice was
hypnotic.  "I'm your master, buddy.  I'm the boss and I can make you do
anything.  Look at me, Bob.  I can make you cum hands-free, because you
love me.  Feel that jizz racing up your cock ... do it now, man, do it for
your master ..."

Mesmerized by the piercing blue eyes, Bob's body shuddered and he uttered a
long, rapturous moan as semen spurted from his cock, splashed against the
mirror and ran down the glass.

"That's my man," Randy said in a tone of triumph.  He pulled his cock all
the way back and plunged in one last time, flooding Bob's ass with his warm
juice."

He fell against Bob and they stared at each other's reflection, still in a
haze of lust and love as their cocks drained.  That arrogant smile spread
once more over the dark gypsy face.

"See, buddy?  Like I told you ... I am the boss.

<><> SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN <><>

Bob fell into Randy arms and they stumbled together across the room and
collapsed on the bed.  They wallowed in the afterglow of great sex –
kissing, licking, squeezing in a tangle of limbs until finally they fell
back exhausted.  In a few minutes they would have been asleep – except
that Bob's phone rang.  Sleepily he looked at the screen.  "It's Chad.
Shall I pick up?"

"Sure, let's see what the hunky doc has to say.  Put it on speaker."

"Hey, Chad, what's up?"

"Bob, I'm sorry to call so late, hope it's not a bad time, but Adam and I
were just lying here in the afterglow ..."

"You too, uh," Bob smiled.  "I'm lying here with Randy, so you're timings
good.  What's on your mind, doc?"

"Well we were chatting about the dinner at your place and Adam mentioned
something he'd heard there.  You know, the stuff about Finn and Tyler
becoming house-managers.  Good choice, by the way.  Miguel told Adam you
were thinking of asking us if our boy Nate could spend a week over there
training them."

"Oh, sorry you heard about it like that, Chad.  I was gonna approach you
tomorrow but ..."

"No problem, dude.  Thing is, that might not be so easy, but Adam and I
were thinking we could come up with some kind of deal ..."

Adam's Australian drawl came on.  "G'day mate ... or g'night I guess.
Anyway, reason we called now is to invite you and Randy to dinner up here
and see if we can, er, sort something out.  Nate has offered to cook for
us."

"Hold on a minute, Adam."  Bob muted the phone.  "What d'you think, Randy?"

"Sure why not?  Maybe you should suggest bringing the twins with us to help
Nate cook.  It's time those kids had a night out with us."

Bob got back on the phone, "Sure guys, that would be fun – we haven't
got together for a long time.  But on one condition.  We don't wanna put
the burden all on Nate in the kitchen, so can we bring the twins with us to
cook for us all and then join us for dinner?"

"Good on ya, mate, sounds like a plan.  Fits in with our ideas perfectly.
OK, see you tomorrow.  Won't keep you any longer now – let you get back
to whatever you were doing, mates."

Bob hung up and frowned at Randy. "What do you think Adam meant by `fits in
with our ideas'?"

"Dunno.  Any more than Chad saying they `could come up with some kind of
deal.'  Wouldn't worry about it though."

"Oh I'm not worried.  After all, the twins and I will have the big bad boss
to take care of us."

"Asshole," Randy grinned.  "Cut the sarcasm or I'll have to `take care' of
you all over again."

"Yes sir, boss," Bob chuckled, as Randy curled his arm over him.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 526


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