Date: Thu, 22 Apr 2021 01:45:27 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 542  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 542 by Rob Williams

Chapter 542 – "THE COP. THE CONSTRUCTION WORKER & THE JOCK"

IN THIS CHAPTER

Young surfer-jock Jamie works long hours on the lifeguard movie starring
his buddy Grady. But he neglects his man, the hot cop Mark, who finds
sexual release with the rugged roughneck Seth, in a contest for top
man. Grady blames himself and puts things right by staging a wild
homoerotic three-way where the cop and the construction worker take turns
pounding the blond jock's ass.
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<><> IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER <><>

The party of three men and their boys staying at the five-star hotel in
Laguna had turned festive, especially after Darius and his boy Ryan joined
them.

The handsome young black man and his Thai boy Ryan had by chance met
another Thai boy by the hotel pool.  His name was Sam and he had told Ryan
of the secret sexual fantasies he longed to play out.  They included
muscular black guys (like Darius), and watching other guys have sex,
especially if it involved bondage.

With a seductive smile Darius had said, "Believe it or not, young Sam, we
can handle all of those things at once." The ensuing hot and heavy action
climaxed in the two Thai boys tying Darius to the bed and working on him
together, while Darius played the part of a beaten and bound black slave
begging for mercy.

Sam had filmed the action on his phone, and at the end he said
breathlessly. "Ryan, that is the most exciting thing I have ever done in my
life.  And I have it here to replay over and over again.  Who needs porn
flicks when I have the hottest porn right here, with the most beautiful
porn star ever filmed?''

Sam was due to return to Bangkok the next day, but agreed to spend his last
night with Darius and Ryan.  He joined the group for a celebratory meal in
the suite, where he was fascinated by the stories they told him of the
tribe they lived with.  Apparently there was what they called `the
grapevine' where all the stories and gossip were exchanged.

Miguel, who was hosting their stay at the hotel, said, "I don't know if
you've heard, guys, but Grady and Mario are throwing one of their big
bashes for the tribe up at the Grady House, and we're all invited.  It's
mostly for thanking Jamie and the guys who are giving Grady so much help on
his movie.  But there's also a hot rumor going around about Mark, Jamie and
– of all people – Seth.  Don't have the details yet, but I leave that
to your lurid imaginations.

Ryan smiled at Sam.  "Wish you could be here for that, dude, and meet all
the other guys.  But you come back to California a lot, don't you, with
your dad?  Well you're always welcome to stay with us and we can play out
more of your fantasies.  Plus we've got a bunch of videos of the action in
the tribe, so I'll send you those to boost your porn collection."

Darius grinned at Miguel.  "See what you've done, stud, by inviting us all
down here?"

"Just what I hoped for, Darius.  You get these guys together, you never
know how it's gonna play out.  And the action never stops, just changes
location.  Next weekend – the Grady House."

========= CHAPTER 542 =========

<><> THE COP & THE CONSTRUCTION BOSS <><>

The `hot rumor going around', that Miguel had referred to, would soon burst
out in the open.

It involved the blond muscle-cop Mark, and the tough, rugged construction
worker Seth, once a roughneck day laborer and now one of the three site
managers in the tribe's construction company.  Their story had begun
innocently enough a week or so previously.

Mark lived with his golden surfer boy Jamie in a ground-floor apartment in
the tribe's compound, and the two were wildly in love.  Every evening when
the cop came home, after hours patrolling the streets, his motor-cycle
throbbing between his thighs, he was hot and horny.  And it was a ritual
that Jamie would always be naked on the bed waiting for him.  The sight of
the sexy suntanned jock drove Mark wild and he fucked his ass without
pausing to take off his uniform.

At least, that was the scenario when Jamie had worked as manager of the
tribe's business office just across the garden from their apartment.  But
Jamie was an expert surfer and spent as much time as he could at the beach.
And then he was offered a great new job.

The tribe's good friend Grady was a hot, handsome movie star, having
starred in three of the blockbuster Tarzan movies.  Now the studio had
created a new movie franchise for him, the first called Hunter's Point, a
lifeguard movie starring Grady as a lifeguard captain.  Much of it was shot
at a beach in Malibu and involved plenty of surfing action.

Jamie had breathlessly explained to Mark.  "Sir, Grady told me they needed
an expert surfer to organize the surfer extras – what they call a surfer
wrangler.  It's a difficult job that calls for a lot of expertise and, at
Grady's urging, the director has offered me the job."

Mark had been thrilled for Jamie's chance at a job doing what he loved
most.  But the downside was that the hours were long, so Jamie was rarely
in the apartment when Mark got off work.

As for construction boss Seth, he lived in his own house right next door to
the compound, with a gate in the hedge dividing them.  He got home to an
empty house about the same time as Mark did.  He loved his step-son Will,
but as Will was one of tribe's three chefs, a job he loved, he was kept
busy in the kitchen until late.  So when Mark waited for Jamie to come
home, Seth was usually all alone next door waiting for Will.

It was inevitable that the two neighbors would ultimately share their
solitary hours.  One evening Mark was striding across the garden at the
same time as Seth who had just got off work.  "Hey, officer," Seth grinned.
"Jamie home?"

"Nah, he'll be late as usual.  I'm getting used to it."

"Join the club, man. Hey, wanna hang with me next door – share a couple
a' beers, or three?"

"Sounds like a plan, Seth." Not stopping to change out if his uniform Mark
followed Seth through the gate in the hedge. Inside, Mark slumped heavily
in an armchair while Seth got the beers.  As he came back Mark gazed up at
the construction worker, sill in his work gear – work boots,
dirt-streaked cargo pants, and loose, torn tank top stained with grease and
patches of sweat.

No doubt about it, Mark thought, Seth was a wild-looking hunk of man, with
his unkempt mass of hair, craggily handsome face and a body that wouldn't
quit, a tribute to long days of hard manual labor.  He hadn't changed much
from his days as a roughneck day laborer.

Seth tossed him a beer bottle and sprawled on a couch facing him, one arm
stretched across the back, the other hand, holding the beer, resting near
his crotch.  "Quite a change for you, Mark, since your boy went to work on
Grady's movie.  Do you regret letting him take that job?"

"Hell no.  Our relationship ain't the kind where he needs my permission,
even for big stuff like a job change.  I'm thrilled that he's doing the
thing he loves most – surfing – and working on a major motion picture
with his pal Nate.  He's having the time of his life, and he and Grady have
become good friends.

"`Course, the downside is I get home every day hot and horny and here I am
drinking beer with you instead of fucking my boy.  Not that I don't
appreciate the company, Seth," Mark added quickly.  "Helps me wind down,
hanging with a hunk like you."

"Huh," Seth chuckled, "you think you're the only one who's horny?  All day
busting my muscles on the construction site sure builds up a head of
steam."

Mark grinned at him.  "You saying you wanna get fucked, Seth?"

"Well, not exactly get fucked.  If young Will were here right now I would
plough that sweet ass of his.  Still ...  I do have a major boner sitting
here with you, and I don't wanna just rub one out on my own after you've
left.  So sure, I could make an exception.  After all, it's the sight of a
gorgeous cop in uniform that's making my dick hard.  Uniforms are a big
turn-on."

Mark stood up, towered over him and opened a few buttons of his black
uniform shirt, exposing the white T-shirt stretched over his pecs.  "OK,
stud, the bedroom it is."

In the bedroom Seth threw himself on the bed, on his back, still fully
dressed.  Mark was in just as much hurry to get his rocks off so, just as
he always did with Jamie, he left his uniform on, except that his shirt was
open almost all the way to his waist, showing his white T-shirt underneath.
He unzipped his pants, pulled out his fully erect cock and spat on it.

Seth grinned, "You don't mess around, do you officer?  No foreplay."

"Not when I'm this horny and staring down at a tough construction boss
waiting to get his macho ass reamed.  Get ready to get butt-fucked by a
cop, wildman."

Mark knelt on the bed, ripped open Seth's pants and pulled them down to his
boots.  He pushed his legs back, his boots high in the air, aimed his cock
at his hairy ass ... and drove it in."

"Aaaagh!" Seth yelled.  "Hell, you cops play rough.  But I can take it,
man.  Try me."

Mark met the challenge by driving in deeper and faster in a full-on attack
on the wild-man's ass.  Soon the cop was sweating and he paused just long
enough to pull off his black shirt, then his T-shirt off over his head, and
tossed them aside.

"Holy shit," Seth growled, staring up at the bare-chested cop, the muscles
of his torso rippling as he fucked.  His pecs were flexed hard and Seth
pounded on them with his fists.  In a display of top-man ferocity the cop
hammered his ass while the roughneck, lying on his back, pec-punched the
cop.  Seth's blows landed savagely and Mark grabbed Seth's ragged tank and
used it to pull Seth's back off the bed, his upper body hanging from his
shirt.

But the attack on his pecs got more brutal.  Seth used such force that the
shirt could no longer support his weight – it ripped clear off him and
he fell back on the bed.  Holding the shredded remains Mark used them to
quickly bind Seth's wrists together.  He forced his arms up and hooked the
torn tank over one of the spikes of the iron headboard.

"Hey," Seth shouted, "this is police brutality."

"You better believe it, asshole.  You boasted you could take it, so let's
find out."

Helpless now, at the mercy of the cop, Seth struggled – not so much to
get free as to flaunt his muscled physique to the shirtless cop.  "You're
fucking awesome, man," Seth groaned, staring up at his strong, chiseled
features, intense blue-gray eyes and blond hair falling over his brow.

Venting all the built-up sexual frustration of recent days, the cop ramped
up the assault on the laborer's ravaged ass.  Seth finally gave into the
pain and groaned, "OK, officer, you win.  You're too fucking strong for me.
Finish me off, stud."  Mark raised his eyebrows and smiled.  "OK," Seth
moaned.  "Please, officer, give me a break.  You're killing me here.
Please ... shoot that fucking load in my ass."

Mark grabbed Seth's rock-hard cock and pounded it in his fist while
ramrodding his ass, and in a few second's they both gave way to the pent-up
load straining their balls.  Their howls echoed round the room as the cop
drove in deep and blasted semen inside the bound construction boss, whose
cock spurted jizz over his own brawny body that thrashed helplessly, at the
mercy of the blond cop staring triumphantly down at him.

As they regained their breath, Mark panted, "Holy shit.  That was different
from Jamie but man, it was fucking hot.  Hey, maybe I'll keep you tied up
like this so I can ream your ass every day when I get off work – my
personal fuck slave."

Seth laughed as Mark untied his wrists.  "You cops are so fucking macho all
the time, throwing your orders around, don't you ever feel like letting a
guy take a shot at your own ass?"

"Jamie fucks me sometimes, but he's my boy.  With alpha studs like you I
rarely take it up the ass.  Maybe it comes from my wartime experience in
the Mid-East desert when I was captured and interrogated by the enemy Arab
soldier Hassan.  He chained me to a wall and fucked me – but I escaped
by seducing and fucking him and left him tied up.

"And of course, Randy has fucked me – but he's fucked most every guy in
the tribe.  But you and me, Seth?  Nah, I'm the top man around here.  A cop
beats a construction worker every time – something to do with respect
for the uniform.

"Yeah, I guess," Seth murmured – with a glint in his eye.

<><> PAYBACK TIME <><>

Even though Mark did not, of course, leave Seth tied to the bed as his fuck
slave, their experience that evening was repeated several times during the
week.  It was too hot not to replay, and both men were, after all, still
horny when they got off work – with no boy to fuck.  But always, as Mark
had predicted, the cop topped the roughneck.

The boisterous group of men and boys returned from their mini-vacation down
the coast, and life in the tribe resumed its usual pattern of work and
play.  But as the weekend approached the tribe's attention turned
increasingly to the upcoming major gathering at the Grady House.

Rumors were still rustling the grapevine leaves about Mark's habit of
visiting Seth's house after work, though it was generally assumed Mark was
just looking for company in Jamie's absence.

Jamie heard the rumors too, like everyone else, and was pleased that Mark
had a buddy to hang out with and unwind after work.  Right now Jamie was
working even longer hours on the movie shoot as they were racing to finish
up before a week-long hiatus in filming (the reason for the planned Grady
House celebration).

Excited as he was by the new job he loved, Jamie felt guilty that he was
almost never home to greet Mark after work these days.  He had always
looked forward to lying on their bed naked, waiting for his cop to come
home.  But at least now it seemed that Mark had company, instead of waiting
in an empty house for Jamie to get home.

True, Jamie had noticed that, when he did get home later in the evening,
Mark was not as sexually driven later as he used to be, but Jamie put that
down to natural fatigue.  He himself was tired when he got home and was
content to just cuddle.  So he did not bring up the subject with Mark.
Best leave it alone.

Then, one evening toward the end of the week when Mark was on his way home,
Jamie called him to say that he would be even later than usual as the
director wanted shots in the twilight hours after sunset.  Mark told him to
have fun, but when he put his phone away and pulled up at the house he not
only felt horny, as usual, but a bit pissed off that once again he would
spend most of the evening alone.  Still, there was always Seth.

Seth had just got home from work too and Mark had a feeling he had been
waiting for him. They downed a couple of beers and Mark was feeling a bit
hazy as they went to the bedroom as usual.  Mark unbuttoned his shirt, took
it off with his T-shirt and flexed his muscles for Seth's benefit.  "You
ready to feel a cop's rod up your ass again, stud?"

"Sure am, officer.  Let me feel that body first."  Mark stood still and
flexed as Seth ran his palms over his chest then folded his arms round him
in a chest-to-chest man hug.

"Damn, you're hot to trot tonight, dude," Mark grunted breathlessly as Seth
squeezed hard.

"And that ain't all," Seth said, letting his hand travel down Mark's back
and waist to the heavy uniform belt.  In a sudden move he yanked the
handcuffs that hung from his belt, yanked the cop's arms forward and
quickly cuffed his hands in front of him.

Taken by surprise, his brain clouded by a beer haze, Mark was slow to react
until it was too late.  "What the fuck?" he barked, tugging at his wrists.
"What you doin', man?"

"Some guys might call it payback," Seth grinned.  "Me, I just figured it
was time I took over and topped the cop for once.  This time you're mine,
officer, a cop shackled by his own cuffs.  Oh sure you can try to fight
your way out it, and in normal circumstances you'd be more than a match for
me.  But with your hands cuffed in front of you?  Not so much.  You're
mine, officer, you better get used to it."

Mark realized the truth of what Seth was saying, and in any case he was in
no mood to fight.  Even as he had fucked Seth these past few evenings he
had been in awe of the roughneck's raw strength, his rugged looks and a
physique sculpted by hard labor.  If he was gonna surrender his ass to any
man, this was the one.

Seth sensed his submission and grinned, "Good, you know you can't fight
your way out if this, cop.  Save your strength – you're gonna need it."

Mark didn't resist as Seth manhandled him over to a wall mirror that ran
from the floor up to just below the ceiling, where a stout hook had once
held a heavy picture.  Seth pushed the shirtless cop chest-first against
the mirror, pulled his arms up high and looped the cuffs over the hook.
"Just like you tied me to the bed.  No prizes for guessing what's gonna
happen to you next, officer."

Mark braced himself for the inevitable.  But something that neither man
knew ... was that Jamie was watching.

<><> THE SUBMISSION <><>

Earlier, at the beach where the movie was filming, something had happened
that changed everything.  Clouds.  A bank of clouds had unexpectedly formed
at the horizon and was about to obscure the setting sun that was crucial to
the shot.  Worse, the light would be impossible to match the next day.  So
the director called a halt and filming wrapped for the day.

Released unexpectedly early, Grady and Nate suggested they should go for a
drink, but Jamie declined, saying he was feeling guilty about neglecting
Mark and he would drive straight home and surprise him.

He left Malibu and drove fast all the way across town, feeling good about
being with Mark early for once.  When he got to the compound and went to
their apartment, Mark was not there.  If the rumors were true he was
probably next door kicking back with Seth.  Good, Mark would certainly want
to fuck Jamie as they always used to, and maybe he would let Seth watch.

So he went through the gate in the hedge and quietly let himself into
Seth's house.  He heard voices coming from the bedroom and was about to
charge in when he heard Seth's unmistakable gravelly voice.  "You know you
can't fight your way out if this, cop.  Save your strength – you're
gonna need it."

The door was slightly ajar and Jamie eased it a bit wider and stifled a
gasp at the image that met his eyes.  Mark, shirtless in his uniform pants
and boots was facing the mirror, his arms stretched high, his back-muscles
flexed, wrists in handcuffs looped over a wall hook.  He heard Seth say,
"No prizes for guessing what's gonna happen to you next, officer."

No need to guess.  Jamie knew exactly what came next.  His first instinct
was to leave quietly and let the men get on with what they were doing –
what they had probably been doing all the other evenings.  That thought
depressed him, but he knew he had to watch the homoerotic scene where the
big brawny construction worker in his greasy work clothes was about to work
on the handsome blond cop, helplessly chained to the wall with his own
handcuffs.

Seth was standing behind his captive, grinning over his shoulder at their
reflection in the mirror.  "You ready to beg for mercy, cop?  Not that it
would do you any good, `cos you're gonna get my rod shoved up your ass
anyway, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it."

"Go to hell," The cop growled. "I can take anything you dish out, asshole."

"We'll see about that."  Seth reached round and unbuckled the cop's heavy
belt.  He ripped open the uniform pants and pulled them down to his knees,
just above the tall, shiny motorcycle boots.  He took a step back and
leered at the perfect ass, the bulging white globes contrasting with the
bronzed flesh above and below sharp tan lines.

"Damn, that is one hot fucking ass," Seth growled.  He raised his arm and
slapped the ass, one side then the other repeatedly, grinning as he watched
the cheeks bounce under the blows and red handprints appear on the white
flesh.

Mark clenched his square jaw as Seth spat in his hand and shoved a wet
finger in the cop's ass, then replaced it with his huge cock driving it in
hard and deep.  Mark howled at the shaft of pain that streaked through his
body as the roughneck started to jackhammer his ass.

Jamie reacted with a mix of fear and lust as he watched the wild-man's
massive shaft piston in and out of the tortured cop.  He was rooted to the
spot, mesmerized by the pornographic fantasy of the chained cop, near-naked
in his motorcycle boots, at the mercy of the craggy construction boss
pile-driving his ass.  Hypnotically Jamie reached down to the bulge in his
lifeguard board shorts and he pulled out his rigid cock.

As the assault continued Seth taunted Mark.  "This is payback time, man.
Look at that big tough cop in the mirror – not so tough now, eh, with a
roughneck's dick up his ass?  You can end it by giving up and admitting I'm
the top man. I wanna see that arrogant cop humiliate himself by submitting
and begging for mercy."

"Go to hell," the cop said defiantly.

"No, officer.  It's you going to hell.  Seth lived up to his name and went
wild, no holds barred, his cock piercing the cop deeper and deeper.  No man
could take this, not even this cop, and he yelled, "No more.  I'm finished,
man.  Please, no more, I give up ... you're the best, I submit".

The force of the fuck pushed Mark's body and cock against the mirror, his
swelling cock grinding against the glass.  "Pease, man, no more.  I'm gonna
cum ... I'm gonna shot ... aaagh!  Semen spurted from his cock between the
mirror and his heaving body, smothering both, as Seth roared like a
triumphant animal and his cock exploded in the cop's ass.

Hidden in the doorway Jamie too climaxed, but he stifled his gasp as juice
poured from him onto the floor.  Panting quietly, he shoved his cock back
in his shorts and watched as Seth released Mark and they pulled each other
into a tight man-hug and kissed hungrily.

Relieved that both men had been playing out the fantasy each one wanted,
Jamie quietly pulled the door to and left the house, back through the gate
in the hedge and home to wait for Mark.

<><> PLAYING IT BY EAR <><>

Jamie got a beer from the fridge and sprawled on a couch, his thoughts
racing.  So this is what Mark and Seth had been doing.  Not just hanging
out drinking, but fucking.

He saw it all now in a burst of clarity.  It had always been a pattern –
Mark came home horny and Jamie was waiting for him.  But not recently, so
of course, Mark had found another way to get his rocks off.  He had gone no
farther than next door, to Seth.  Of course he had, Jamie could hardly
blame him.  Though he kind of wished Mark had trusted him enough to have
told him about it.

In fact no one was to blame, Jamie thought – except maybe himself.  He
was Mark's boy and he had been neglecting his man, the man he loved more
than anything in his life.  He had to put that right – and Mark himself
made that a bit easier when he came in a few minutes later.

"You're home," he said, smiling down at the glorious sight of his golden
surfer boy, wearing only his red lifeguard shorts and old sneakers.

"Yes sir.  The weather turned cloudy and the director called a halt and
sent us home."

Mark looked at him and winced.  "So it was you, kid.  I saw the pool of
jizz on the floor in the doorway and knew someone had been watching.  I'll
level with you Jamie.  I've been spending time with Seth waiting for you
and we had sex, played around a little as you saw.  That's all it was.
Fuck buddies if you like.

"I should have told you, but I thought you might exaggerate it in your mind
and I didn't want to worry you and distract you from work.  Jamie, the last
thing I want is for this to affect us."

"No that's fine, sir, I realize all that.  But I also know I've been
neglecting you, getting home late most days.  I want to put that right,
sir.  So I, er, I'm thinking of giving up my job on the movie.  Loving you
and being there when you want me is much more important than any movie."

"Absolutely not," Mark said.  "You love that job, it's a perfect fit for
you and I don't want to be responsible for you giving it up."

He smiled warmly.  "Look, dude, we can find a way around this.  Let's not
make any hasty decisions.  Tell you what, we'll have dinner with all the
guys as we always do – as a couple.  And then we'll go to bed and you'll
fall asleep in my arms as you always do.  And in a couple of days we'll
show up at the big bash up at the Grady House, like the golden couple we've
always been.  We'll work it out, Jamie.  Because we love each other, and
always will.  Deal?"

"It's a deal, sir," Jamie grinned.  "We'll play it by ear."

And so they appeared at the tribe's dinner, the golden couple everyone
loved.  Of course, there were questions in everyone's mind but nobody was
so indiscreet as to ask outright.  Though Eddie was bursting to know and
kept throwing wide-eyed glances at Jamie, willing him to talk.  But Jamie
merely answered his unspoken pleas with an enigmatic smile.

`Damn,' thought Eddie.  `I know there's a story in there somewhere.'

<><> MISTAKEN IDENTITY <><>

As always, a big Grady House party involved the participation of various
other tribe members, notably the chefs – the twins Kyle and Kevin, and
their assistant Will.  It was all hands on deck to help Danny, who was the
Grady house chef and house manager.  Coordination was run through the
tribe's office which was the scene of frenzied activity.

In the recent absence of the office manager Brandon and his assistant Ryan
– who had spent several days down the coast helping Miguel in the Ritz
Hotel – the office had been operated by the tribe's financial director
and co-leader Bob, and the two new young assistants, Vic and Noah.  They
had handled the basic office functions, but when Brandon and Ryan returned
there was a lot of catching up to do.

So the timing was not great when the twins came in and gave Brandon a fat
folder of papers that included their suggested menus for the various meals
and a list of supplies and equipment they would be bringing to supplement
those in the Grady House kitchen.

"We were thinking it would be best to enter it all in the computer and
transmit it to Danny that way," said Kyle."

"Dude, scanning all this would take time, and then Danny would have to
print it all out.  No, it'd be quicker to go the old-fashioned way –
simply have someone run the file up to Danny and deliver it by hand.  But I
know you guys in the kitchen are way too busy to take time out for that."
He frowned in thought.  "OK. Kyle, leave it with me – I'll take care of
it."

"You're a prince among men, dude," Kyle grinned and ran back to the
kitchen.

Brandon said to Vic and Noah.  "I've been thinking, guys, it would be good
for you two to go up there.  You haven't met Danny yet and it would be good
for you to see the Grady House before the craziness of the festivities.
Besides, I want to get together with Ryan on a few things."

He entered the address in Vic's phone.  "There, that'll give your
directions.  It's not far – all the way up to top of the hill, and to
the end of a private road.  Use the intercom and either Danny or Brian will
buzz the gate open.  Do you two good to get out of the office for a while,
you've been cooped up here so much while Ryan and I were away."

Brandon turned back to the computer and the boys left, clutching the
precious folder.  The GPS directions guided them easily, and as they drove
along the tree-shaded private road they were impressed by the high thick
hedges shielding the house, and the security cameras at regular intervals.
The high solid gates were even more impressive, slightly ominous even, and
they were apprehensive as Vic pressed the intercom.

The only person in the kitchen at that moment was Grady himself.  Danny and
Brian were upstairs with Mario, going over the party arrangements,
including the assignment of the many guestrooms to guys who wanted to stay
the night, which would be most of them.  Grady was not much good at all
this so Mario shooed him out and told him to go make a snack for himself in
the kitchen. "And don't forget to wear an apron, sir," Danny
grinned. "Mandatory in my kitchen."

"Aye-aye chef," Grady laughed.  A few minutes later he was rattling around
in the kitchen, wearing the mandatory apron and helplessly looking for
something good to eat.  When the gate buzzer sounded he looked at the
security monitor, saw the car, and heard the light, nervous voice say.
"It's, er, Vic and Noah.  Brandon sent us with a folder of menus and
stuff."

"Oh sure, I'll buzz the gate.  Just drive right in, guys."

The gates swung majestically open, they drove in and were instantly
intimidated by the grand house set in sprawling grounds.  Not knowing where
to go next Vic stopped, and they saw a man coming from the house wiping his
hands on the apron he wore.  As he came closer Noah said, "Danny's real
handsome.  Brandon never told us he was a hunk like this."

The man flashed a smile.  "Hi, guys, welcome to the Grady House."  He took
off his apron and the boys did another double take, staring at the ripped
body under the loose tank-top and baggy shorts.  Glad to meet you at last
... we've been hearing so much about you.  You can leave your car right
here, then come with me to the kitchen and we'll rustle up something to
drink."

They got out of the car and Noah said, "Here's the file, Danny."

"Oh, er, thanks.  But there's been a mistake, I'm not ..."

"No, Danny," Vic cut in, "There's no mistake.  This is the whole file, and
it's so big that Brandon decided not to scan it `cos you'd have to print it
all out.  So he asked us to bring it to you."

As they walked toward the house Grady smiled to himself.  He liked these
kids right away, so skinny and not as good-looking as all the other boys.
But they were clearly already nervous and intimidated by the house, the
security and all. If he told them who he really was they would clam up, so
tongue-tied he wouldn't be able to gossip with them.  He loved it when guys
didn't know who he was. His old impulse to be just one of the guys kicked
in and he decided not to tell them.

Plus, the mistaken identity appealed to Grady's ever-present sense of
mischief, so yeah, he could be Danny for a while.  The boys followed him
into the huge kitchen and he said, "You want something cold to drink?  A
soda or some wine maybe?"

"No alcohol thank you, sir," Vic said solemnly, "`cos I'm driving."  Grady
smiled at the boy's prim response and his heart went out to him.

"OK, guys, two sodas coming right up – if I can find them."  He looked
in a cupboard, then opened one of the two refrigerators and rummaged
around.  "Must be here somewhere ... ah, bingo, here they are in the other
fridge."

The boys glanced at each other with the same thought.  As the major chef of
the house Danny was a bit vague on where he kept things.  They sat around
the kitchen table and the boys stared at him. Noah said, "Sir, no-one told
us how ... how handsome you were.  Did you use to be one of those male
models or something?"

Grady cringed inside – busted, he thought – but he tried not to lie
outright.  "Yeah, I did some modeling, as a matter of fact.  It paid the
rent, but, er, then I changed jobs."  Anxious to forestall follow-up
questions he changed the subject to them.  "So, dudes, how are you enjoying
your jobs in the office?"

"Oh, we love it," Noah enthused.  "Brandon is a great boss and Ryan is so
cool, and brilliant at computers.  And Bob is ... just wonderful.  For a
few days it was just us and Bob while they were away in that fancy hotel,
and we loved that."

"Yeah, we heard about that," Grady said casually.  With his love of gossip
Grady was an expert at getting guys to talk, and he now adopted a
nonchalant, matter-of-fact tone.  "We're kind of out of the loop up here,
but we keep our ear to the grapevine you guys got going there.  So many
rumors ...  Er, you hear the stuff that's going around about Mark and
Jamie?"

Both boys blushed and glanced nervously at each other.  "'Course, if it's
all hush-hush you don't have to say anything, but ..."

After a pause Vic said, "Well, I guess there's no harm in telling you, sir.
You'll hear it from the twins when they come up here to work with you.
Mark and Jamie tried keeping a lid on it but, well, you know you can't keep
anything secret there for long."

Noah took over.  "In the office we overheard Brandon telling Ryan all about
it, and how worried he was."

"Brandon, worried?" Grady said, suddenly concerned.  "What about?"

"Well, about Jamie giving up his job on the movie."

"He what?"  Now Grady was alarmed and on high alert.  "Whatever for?"

Vic took over and the whole story came out.  "See, sir, it seems that in
the past Jamie was always home, on the bed naked, when the police officer
got home and they made love.  But now Jamie is working such long hours Mark
is alone a lot and ..."

He paused uncertainly but Noah picked up the story impulsively.  "So
anyway, Mark got into the habit of going next door to Seth, and we all
thought they were just kicking back over drinks.  But no, they were
actually fucking – like Seth was taking Jamie's place, or something like
that.  Then – get this, Danny – Jamie came home early unexpectedly
and saw Seth fucking the cop, still in uniform."

Grady flashed for an instant on that homoerotic image, but then snapped
back to his senses as Vic took over.  "That's where it gets kinda sad, `cos
Mark and Jamie are crazy in love with each other, and Jamie suddenly felt
real guilty about neglecting Mark and told hm the only solution was for him
to give up his movie job so he could spend more time with Mark."

There was a note of panic in Grady's voice as he asked, "So has he –
given up his job?"

"Well," Vic said, "Mark protested that he mustn't do that, `cos he loves
his job, but now ..."

"... now it's kinda up in the air," Noah shrugged.  "Nobody knows."

<><> GRADY PANICS <><>

Their story finished, Vic looked at the kitchen clock and said.  "Danny, we
should go.  Brandon and Ryan are super busy and we've stayed too long
talking.  We prob'ly said too much and we might get into trouble for that."

"No you won't, kids, you've done exactly the right thing.  I'll call
Brandon and tell him it was my fault.  But you're right, you should get
back.  I'll walk you out to your car.

Grady was tense but tried to hide it from the boys and smiled as they went
to the car.  Grady punched a code on the pad at the gates and they swung
open.  The boys smiled and Grady waved goodbye as they drove away.  He
closed the gate and raced into the house and upstairs.  He burst into the
master bedroom where Mario, Danny and Brian were poring over papers spread
out on the desk.

Mario looked up startled. "Grady, what's the matter, amico?  Whatever's
happened?"

"The worst, dude.  Jamie's pulling out of the movie!"

"Non θ vero – impossibile.  Wherever did you hear that, Grady?"

"From Vic and Noah, the kids from the office.  They brought a file of
recipes for Danny and they thought I was Danny and I pumped them for gossip
and they told me."

"Grady!  You let them go on believing you were Danny?  That is shameful.
How do you think they'll feel when they find out you tricked them?  They're
already shy and they will be mortified."

"Yeah, I know, I know, I was wrong, I shouldn't have let it go on.  But
guys, Jamie's gonna quit the movie."  He rattled off the story the boys had
told him and the three of them looked startled.  "But don't you see, Mario?
It's all my fault.  Jamie was so good at what he did for us that I let the
director push him to work all those hours – you know how movie shoots
can be.

"But I can't let him leave. He's perfect for the job and I need him.  You
don't know how good it feels to have Jamie, Nate and Eddie there.  Being
the star in a movie can be lonely, everyone focused on making the movie
work and relying on me. Having my buddies there helps me relax and have
fun, and after the day's shoot we can dish and laugh about stuff that
happened.

"Jamie especially.  Working so close to him I've come to love him as a real
close friend.  But I've fucked it up for him with Mark and now Seth.  It's
a total mess and ..."

"Tears rolled down his cheeks and Mario held him in his arms.  Danny and
Brandon made moves to leave but Grady said, "No, guys, don't go.  You're my
family ... I need you."

When his panic subsided Mario took over.  "Amico, first of all, we don't
know yet if Jamie has definitely decided to leave.  You said Mark is dead
against it and that counts for a whole lot.  The basic issue is simply one
of scheduling, a problem that most working couples face.  When they find
that their jobs keep them apart so much, they juggle their schedules in
some way."

Brian said, "Danny and I can help with that.  We juggle our schedule all
the time so we can take care of this house and leave plenty of time for our
private lives."

"True," Danny said.  "It's almost like doing the math a different way.
`Course, the personal issue of a love triangle is more complicated – I
mean, sex, love, lust, rivalries, it can be a mess.  There's prob'ly a
whole lot of bruised feelings there."

"Well, there I can do something," Grady said.  "I'm hopeless about
scheduling, it's why I rely on you guys to get me where I'm going on time.
I leave it to you to do the math.  But, when it comes to men and love and
stuff, I am the expert.  Film sets can be highly charged emotionally and
I'm known as the guy who can calm guys down and resolve arguments."

"That may be so, amico," Marios smiled uncertainly, "but I doubt you can
come up with a plan to resolve this case."

"Sure I can, I already have. I know men, and especially the three men
involved here. I've been fucked by all of them."  He smiled faintly at
last.  "Not that that's relevant.  But this is all my fault and it's up to
me to put it right.  And what better time than when they're all up here
together?  All I need you to do, Mario, is get them to come early so we can
get it over with and then have fun.

<><> AMBUSHED <><>

From then on the arrangements for the weekend festivities swung into high
gear.  On Saturday morning Danny and Brian were joined by the twins and
Will in the kitchen, and Danny's boyfriend Tommy arrived as the event
manager.

Mario had used his considerable influence to arrange for a few early
arrivals.  He had spoken to Will and asked him to urge his step-dad Seth to
get there early.

Brian had called his boyfriend Brandon to suggest the same thing to Jamie,
who agreed.  He was apprehensive about the whole thing as he knew rumors
had been flying about him and Mark, and he would welcome the chance to set
the record straight with Mario and Grady before everyone else arrived.  He
knew Mark hated the idea of being the subject of gossip.

So before noon Mark drove Jamie up to the house.  Danny buzzed them in and
told them that Grady was waiting for them in the master suite.  As they
walked to the house Mark said, "Do you know why they asked us to get here
early, Jamie?"

"Not really, sir, but I'm glad they did `cos I wanna talk things over with
Grady anyway about my job on the movie.  I couldn't have enjoyed the party
with this uncertainty hanging over us."

But when they went into the master bedroom they got a shock.  Grady and
Mario were there, of course, and their boy Brian ... and so was Seth.
"What the fuck?" Mark said.

Grady leapt forward.  "Mark, I know this might look like an ambush but it's
not.  You have every right to turn right round and leave, but please hear
me out first.  Please, buddy.  Mark clenched his jaw but didn't move.

Grady, casually dressed as usual in a baggy tank and shorts, was always
animated, but now even more than usual.  "Guys – Mark, Jamie and Seth
– I have an apology to make to you all.  I really fucked up.

"When Jamie joined us on the movie I was so thrilled that I never thought
of the effect the long hours would have on his personal life with you,
Mark.  I was being selfish, `cos having Jamie there helped me so much and
we worked so well together.  Just so you know, Mark, he has been a huge
asset to the shoot, absolutely brilliant.

"But my selfish neglect set in motion a series of events that is now the
subject of rumor and gossip and threatens the friendship of you all.  Yes,
I know the details of what happened, guys, you can't keep stuff like that
secret around here.  And when I found out, my first thought was that I
gotta make it come right.

"Oh, I can't do much about the scheduling stuff, except be more aware when
we work late.  But the last thing I want is to be the cause of tension and
raw feelings among you three."

Just then there was a tap on the door and Eddie came in.  "Hey, Eddie,
welcome.  Yes guys, I asked Eddie here too for a particular reason.  You
see, I'm old-fashioned enough to believe in that shopworn clichι, `love
conquers all.'  And heaven knows there's plenty of love here to go around
among you three.  So ... and here's the rub, guys ..."

He winced.  "God, this is tough.  And it's all improvised – off the top
of my head.  I usually have a script to learn and a mark to hit.  How am I
doing so far, Brian?  You always tell me the truth."

"You're doing great, sir, but I'm not the one you have to convince."

Grady looked pleadingly at Jamie who smiled.  He loved Grady, with all his
kindness and child-like enthusiasm.  "Brian's right, Grady, you're doing
fine.  You could charm the birds out of the trees.  And I know where you're
going with this, you and your `love conquers all' clichι.  You want us
to make love ... and you want our expert cameraman here to film it so we
can show it to the guys and put all the stupid rumors to rest.  All this is
a bit out-there, dude, but so are you, and that's why I love working with
you."

Jamie turned to Mark.  "Sir, all this must seem kinda weird to you, but I
do wanna prove to you and all our friends how much I love you – always
have and always will."  He kissed Mark passionately and Mark wrapped his
arms round him and held him tight.  When Jamie pulled away he smiled.  "I
want to give you what I know you've been missing all these weeks".

Jamie quickly stripped naked and lay on his back on the bed, propped up on
his elbows.  As Mark gazed down at the smiling bronzed surfer all his
tension disappeared.  His cock got hard in his shorts and his only focus
was the boy he loved – on the bed naked and waiting for him, as he
always used to.

Sure there were other guys watching but they faded from view as Mark began
to replay his recently-neglected daily ritual.  He was wearing a pale blue
sports shirt that he now unbuttoned seductively and let drop to the floor.
Jamie inhaled sharply as he gazed up at the square-jawed Greek-god face,
and the body seemingly sculpted in marble.  Mark kicked off his sneakers so
he towered over Jamie barefoot and bare-chested in casual cargo shorts.

These he unbuttoned slowly and they fell to the floor.  His white boxer
briefs clung to his narrow hips, his muscled thighs, and the outline of his
bulging cock.  Jamie hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs
back, offering his flawless white ass to the cop.

"Dammit," Mark growled, "I want that ass."  He pushed his briefs down and
his cock sprang out proud and stiff as a flagpole. His eyes lasered in on
the jock's ass and he fell to his knees, bent down and licked the downy
blond fuzz around the hole, then pushed his tongue inside.

He pulled back and grinned.  "There, you're primed and ready.  You sure you
want this, dude?"

"More than anything in the world, sir."

<><> SHARE & SHARE ALIKE <><>

Mark pressed the head of his cock against the hole and paused, smiling down
at Jamie's adoring gaze.  He eased the head of his cock over the sphincter,
then slid it slowly into the soft velvet of his boy's ass until the head
came to rest in the warm inner depths.  Their eyes locked on each other and
Jamie sighed, "I love you so much, sir.  You're my hero – I want to be a
good boy for you.  Please fuck me sir."

As the others watched spellbound tears came to the eyes of the emotional
Grady and he grabbed the hand of his lover Mario next to him.  Mario fell
in love all over again, watching the joy on Grady's face, and the kindness
that had created this scene of love and reconciliation.

Next to them, their boy Brian sat in his wheelchair stroking the bulge in
his shorts, he too brimming over with love for Grady, the beautiful man he
idolized.  And Eddie, ever the discreet cameraman, circled unobtrusively
recording the remarkable scene, a role he had invented and pursued as
chronicler of the tribe's story.

As for Seth, his emotions were more nuanced.  Like the others he was
dazzled by the beauty of the love Mark and Jamie shared, but he was
confused by his own feelings – guilt at having come between them, envy
of Mark at being loved by such a handsome young jock ... and his own
continuing lust for them both.

As Mark increased the tempo of his love-making, he planted his palms on
Jamie's chest, pinning him to the bed, while Jamie ran his hands over the
cop's chest in an intense display of body worship.  By now, the onlookers
were stroking their cocks, either through their shorts or in their hands,
except for Eddie who got his kicks by circling and filming a permanent
record of the scene for his friends.

It was surprising how long the love scene continued, given the intensity of
their lust, and everyone in the room resisted the temptation to cum.  As
Jamie's head rolled from side to side in ecstasy he glimpsed Seth standing
off to the side shirtless, his wild eyes gleaming with lust, his rugged
body flexing as he stroked his huge cock.

Jamie caught his eye for an instant, then looked up and Mark and signaled
sideways with his eyes toward Seth.  Mark smiled and said softy, "You want
him, dude?"

"Yes please, sir.  But only if you do."

Mark grinned, "You're smart as well as sexy, boy.  Great idea.  Hey, Seth,
you wanna grab a piece of the action here?"

"Thought you'd never ask, officer.  Sure I do," came Seth's gravelly voice.
Seth dropped his shorts and Mark and Jamie gazed at the brawny construction
worker, coming toward them buck naked, his huge, iron-hard shaft in his
fist.  Mark eased gently out of Jamie, faced Seth and pulled him into a
grinding kiss.

Brian grinned over at Grady and Mario, and gave them an enthusiastic thumbs
up.  The shining face of the kid he loved was reward enough for Grady.
Mario kissed Grady's cheek and they all turned their attention back on the
three men.

Eddie himself momentarily lost his cool and the camera wobbled as he stared
at Mark and Seth, two naked musclehunks standing shoulder to shoulder
staring down at the eager young jock. "So what d'you think, stud?" Mark
asked.  "You want a shot at that perfect ass?  I know he wants it, and I've
lubed him good for my buddy."

"How about we take it in turns?" Seth said.

Jamie was hugely turned on by the sight of the cop and the construction
boss deciding how they would share his ass.  He pulled his legs back for
Seth as he had for Mark.  Seth took Mark's place and eased his cock gently
in the surfer's ass.  This was way different from the savage fuck the
impulsive roughneck had recently inflicted on the cop, chained to the wall.
This was a tender massage of the warm ass, still slick from his buddy's
cock.

Mark looked down at Jamie's ecstatic face and was reassured that this is
what his boy wanted.  He got on the bed, knelt behind Jamie's head and
trapped his arms under his knees.  He leaned forward over Jamie, stroked
Seth's stubbled face and kissed him. Mark's cock was pointing straight down
at Jamie's face. Jamie raised his head, licked the cock, then swallowed it
whole.

The young jock was in a haze of lust, pinned to the bed, fucked
simultaneously by the roughneck and the cop, one in his ass the other in
his mouth. The spectators stared in awe.  "Spettacolare," Mario sighed.
"Unbelievable," said Grady.  "You getting all this Eddie?"

"You bet, sir.  Wouldn't miss it for the world."

In the spirit of share and share alike, Mark and Seth traded places a
couple of times, fucking the young surfer in turn, until Mark sensed that
Jamie was reaching his limit.  While Seth fucked the boy's ass Mark pulled
out of his mouth, got off the bed and stood on the floor at the foot of the
bed behind Seth.  Looking over Seth's back he smiled at Jamie.  "You ready,
stud?"

"Do it, sir."  Jamie reach up, grabbed the untidy mess of Seth's shaggy
hair and pulled him a bit further forward, giving Mark a clear shot at
Seth's ass.  The cop rammed his cock deep in the exposed ass and the
roughneck howled like a wounded animal.  But the pain only drove Seth to
fuck Jamie harder, and when Mark saw Jamie wince, his head thrashing from
side to side, he knew he had to finish Seth off.

By now the spectators were all jacking off as they watched the spectacular
climax.  Jamie was pounding his own cock while Seth jackhammered his ass.
It felt like he was getting butt-fucked by both men at once.

Mark took charge and delivered the final blow.  He pulled all the way out,
then drove his rod deep inside Seth who yelled as he felt Mark's cock erupt
in his ass.  Seth poured jizz inside Jamie who shot streams of semen all
over his own suntanned body.

Eddie came up to the bed and got his closing shot of all three men lying on
their backs, their breath heaving, hearts pounding, their faces lit with
dazed smiles.  He shut the camera off, put it down and said, "OK, time for
the cameraman to get his rocks off."  He pulled out his cock and it took
only a few strokes before he sprayed jets of cum all over the muscular
bodies.

Like the movie director he aspired one day to be Eddie shouted, "That's a
wrap, people.  Thank you everyone.  Good work."

<><> THE REVIEWS ARE IN <><>

There was a round of applause from the spectators as the three stars of the
show pulled themselves wearily off the bed.  Mark came up to Grady and
said, "When I came in here, dude, I thought you were crazy.  I still think
you're a bit crazy, but I wanna thank you, on behalf of Jamie, Seth and
myself, for having the foresight to set all this up. You really did a
number on us, Grady, and it worked."

Grady grinned broadly.  "One thing I learned in the movie business, Mark,
is that crazy often works.  We use it a lot.  I knew I had to do something
to make it come right for your guys."

Jamie came up and hugged Grady, who said, "You're not gonna quit the movie
are you, dude?"

"No he's not," Mark said.  "He's having the time of his life with you all
and I won`t let him quit, even if it means tying him to his surfboard."

"Hmm," Grady smiled, "now there's a thought.  I'll talk to our writers
about that.  But in the meantime guys, we've got a party to get to.
Through that door is the bathroom with a huge three-headed shower.  I
suggest the three of you go and get cleaned up before you go out to the
crowd.  Then it's party time, guys."

They trooped off together and Grady asked Brian and Mario. "So how are the
reviews, guys?"

Brian, mimicked an old-time movie promo. "Spectacular, Colossal, Amazing,
sir."

"Well let's not go overboard," Grady chuckled, then looked questioningly at
Mario who hugged and kissed him.  "I am in love with you all over again,
amore.  I too thought you were crazy doing this, but I should have trusted
your instincts.  You do know how to put on a show.  But now you have
something else you have to do.  Come here."

He took Grady and Brian to the window and said, "See down there?  The
troops are massing and we're the hosts so we mustn't neglect them.  Two
guests especially.  You see them sitting together over there, looking a bit
lost?"

Grady looked down at the two skinny young kids from the office.  Mario
said, "Vic and Noah still think you're chef Danny, and all the time you're
this crazy, lovable movie star.  They're shy enough already and you played
a nasty trick on them. Now you have to go down to them and tell them the
truth without embarrassing them."

"I know, Mario.  I behaved badly to them, and they are such sweet kids.
This calls for finesse."  He grinned, "It'll be harder than persuading a
cop, a surfer and a construction worker to have a three-way.  But hey, I
was pretty good at that wasn't I?"

Mario smiled.  "Stop boasting, amico. And get down there and work your
magic."

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 543


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