Date: Fri, 28 May 2021 19:22:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 546  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 546 by Rob Williams

Chapter 546 – "THE BOY & HIS STEP-DAD PLAY ROUGH"

IN THIS CHAPTER

Two boys have family problems. First, freckle-faced redhead Will spends the
night with his step-dad, the rough construction boss Seth. To prove his
total trust in savage Seth Will puts himself at his dad's mercy.  "Do what
you want to me, sir."  Later, young jock Danny proves he is still a member
of hunky Grady's family in a sexual fantasy of a rich boy tamed by his stud
gardener.
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<><> IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER <><>

The first day of the tribe's gathering at the Grady House sprawling estate
had been a raucous success.  Their hosts, the movie-star Grady and his
Italian lover Mario – aided by their boy Brian, and their house manager
and chef Danny – sure knew how to throw a party, and the men and boys of
the tribe sure knew how to enjoy themselves.

They all worked hard during the week and this was the weekend to forget all
that and let their hair down.  There were reunions, comradeship, eating and
drinking, lazing, sunning, swimming... and sex, lots of sex.  The horny,
oversexed men and boys were on a mini-vacation and they threw inhibitions
to the wind.

On the first night, after a festive dinner, everyone stayed the night in
the large house's many guestrooms, assigned to the various family groups
and couples by Grady's boy Brian.  It was a noisy, somewhat chaotic process
with much running from room to room and re-grouping, making the Grady House
`look like a French Farce', as their host Mario put it.

In the midst of the unruly activity the two new boys to the tribe, Vic and
Noah, looked lost and bewildered, so the tough macho leader of the tribe,
Randy, invited them to spend the night with him and his lover Bob, and
Bob's boys, the twins Kyle and Kevin.

Vic and Noah were skinny boys with only average looks, and had only
recently been introduced to man-on-man sex.  That had definitely not
included getting butt-fucked, an act that they swore they would never do.
But traditionally, sexy boss Randy was the first to fuck any newcomers to
the tribe and now, as they shared a room and a bed, now was the time.

Randy was notorious for his erotically savage fucks, but he was also known
for his kindness and protection toward the boys, especially timid newcomers
like these two. The sexual appeal of the handsome muscular gypsy was
magnetic, hard for anyone to resist, even these boys.

Vic and Noah quickly fell under the dark-haired gypsy's magic spell and in
the end willingly offered their asses to him, their first time ever. Lying
on their backs they gazed up at Randy's hypnotic blue eyes as he fucked
them in turn, and they both experienced the most intense orgasms of their
young lives.

When it was over Randy pulled back on his knees and smiled down at the two
tearful, cum-splashed faces gazing confusedly up at him, still unsure what
had happened.  All they knew was that they were in love with this
extraordinary man.

"So there you are kids, you've been butt-fucked for the first time, and by
the boss, no less.  See, I told you I always fuck newcomers to the tribe
and you were no exception.  Now you really do belong to the tribe –
paid-up, card-carrying, butt-fucked members.  Am I right Bob?"

"Right as always, Randy," said his lover Bob.  "Very impressive."  He
kissed Randy.  "And I have a feeling you learned as much as they did.  As I
told you, compassion and love are equally powerful and they blend into the
same thing – and make your dick hard."

The twins hugged the boys who were breathless with exhilaration.  "You did
it, dudes."

"No Randy did it," Vic smiled.  "Ain't he amazing?"

The boys were soon lying in bed on either side of their hero, his brawny
arms wrapped round them, while in the next bed Bob had a smile on his face
as the twins fell asleep with their faces on his chest. They would have so
much to tell their assistant chef Will tomorrow, and the whole story would
be shaking the leaves of the grapevine in no time.

As it happened, young Will would have his own story to tell.  Because in
another guest room the freckle-faced redhead was having a night-cap with
his stepdad Seth, the brawny wildman construction boss so different from
his boy.  As always when they were together like this, looking forward to a
night in the same bed, they were a little shy with each other at first.

But the shyness would soon evaporate in the steam-heat of their building
mutual lust – a boy and his unpredictable step-dad.

========= CHAPTER 546 =========

<><> WILL & SETH – BOY & STEP-DAD <><>

In the guestroom that had been assigned to them at the Grady House party,
the young assistant-chef Will and his step-father, construction worker
Seth, exchanged nervous smiles.

In an attempt to lighten the tension in the air Seth chuckled, "Well here
we are, kiddo.  Did you get the feeling that Brian was hell-bent to make
sure we had our own room to ourselves?"

Will's freckled face broke into a smile.  "I sure did.  He's pretty aware
of everything that goes on in this house and he must have seen the way you
were looking at me at dinner.  But, sir, if you'd rather have the room to
yourself I can go and sleep in Vic and Noah's room `cos they've gone in
with Randy and Bob."

"Hey, did I say anything about splitting up?  I like your company, kid.
During the week we're so busy with work that we don't get to see each other
that much.  You are my step-son after all and I take an interest in how
things are going for you."

Will blushed.  "I think of you more as my real dad than a step-dad,
sir. You're the only dad I've known since my mom walked out on us when I
was a young kid.  I don't even remember what she looked like.  `Course, I'm
the twins' boy now, so obviously I spend most of my time with them.  But
now that you're living in the little house next door to the tribe's
compound I try to get over there as often as I can."

"I know you do, Will, and I appreciate that.  But, er, most times when you
spend the night there we, like, have sex, and I guess what I'm saying is we
don't always have to do that – like tonight fr'instance.  We can be just
like a regular dad and his boy.

"When Brian saw me looking at you at dinner he thought it was lust, but it
was really just my pride in you, watching you talk so confidently with the
other guys, even Randy when you brought him that special Scotch you keep
stashed away for him."

"Ah," Will smiled, "Randy has a soft spot for me, always has ... calls me
Red and ruffles my hair a lot.  I hope you don't mind that, sir."

"Nah.  Randy's a great guy, and he'd be the first to swing into action if
you were ever in trouble.  So like I said, let's just enjoy our time
together now and not think about sex.  There's two big beds here after all,
so we can each have our own if we want.  Plus," he grinned, "there's also a
drinks table over here.  Those guys really take care of their guests, and
hey, get this..."  He picked up a bottle.  "My favorite Bourbon – Brian
actually remembered."

"Brian loves his job here," Will said, "taking care of Grady, Mario and
their guests, and he does it real well.  Here, let me fix the drinks,
sir. You relax and let me take care of you for a change."

Seth flopped down on the couch while Will poured the drinks. His words had
eased Will's tension at being here with his step-dad, away from their usual
surroundings, but he also felt a twinge of disappointment by Seth's
apparently excluding sex tonight.  He loved just being with his dad and
chatting to him, but he was still a hell of a sexy man and that gave Will a
boner.

Will glanced over at him sprawled on the couch, his legs manspread, arms
spread along the back of the couch, his head tilted back with his eyes
closed.  He was barefoot in jeans and a T-shirt that fit snugly, and showed
off his brawny arms and the contours of his bulging pecs underneath, with
small sweat stains under the arms.

Father and son were totally different from each other.  For most of his
life Seth had been what could only be described as a loser – a
hard-drinking, womanizing day-laborer who spent more time in bars than on
construction sites.

To his lasting shame he had been drunkenly abusive to young Will, who later
discovered that his dad was confused about his own sexuality, which
explained his attempted sexual assaults on his step-son.  Will never let
him actually follow through on the sex act, but eventually things got so
scary that the boy had run away from home.

Will had ended up at the tribe which was a turning point in his life.
Cooking was his first love and the twins had hired him as their assistant
chef in the tribe's large kitchen, where he flourished.  Some of the
sophistication of Bob and his twins rubbed off on Will and he became
confident, loved and respected by the tribe.

Seth, by contrast was a wild-looking roughneck, and his salvation had also
been the tribe.  Coming in search of his runaway boy he had tangled with
the ever-protective Randy.  They'd had a brutal fist fight, but Randy
sensed an affinity with the tough construction worker, as Randy himself had
once been an itinerant laborer in Texas.  He hired Seth at the tribe's
construction company where he eventually rose to the position of manager of
one of the sites.

But his work success did not change his rough appearance and manner, nor
his guilt about the way he had lived and treated his boy.  Once they were
both in the tribe Seth and Will eventually became close, and Seth only
recently told him that he was not Will's biological father.  His mother had
been pregnant when Seth met her.

Although Seth was only Will's step-dad he had brought Will up as his son.
And despite their difficult life together, there had always been a genuine
sexual attraction between them, buried deep under the rows and
conflict. Once in the tribe they had finally made love, but they still
approached sex tentatively, the memory of their troubled past always
hanging over them.

Which brought them to this point, as Will now happily served drinks to his
dad and they contemplated a night in each other's company, albeit in
separate beds, it seemed.  Will poured Seth's favorite Bourbon, and a
cognac for himself, and sat beside him on the couch.  Seth raised his glass
and smiled, "To us, kiddo."

"To us," Will said.

"Actually, Will, we have something else to drink to.  I didn't wanna tell
you till it was definite, but now it seems it is.  You know the
construction company has grown real fast under Randy and there are three
divisions now.  Randy manages the government contracts, which are real
lucrative – Zack runs the commercial side, offices and shopping malls
– and I'm in charge of residential construction.  Bob of course does the
financial and legal side, with the help of those guys in the office, and
Mark, being a cop, does all the security."

"And...?" Will grinned, waiting for the punchline.

"And... those guys are the four directors of the company, and ... well, Bob
has proposed that I join the board as a director too.  You know Randy never
says no to Bob, and he agreed it's only right, as I'm already one of the
three site managers.  So kiddo, you're looking at the newest director of
the tribe's construction company."

"Wow!" Will threw his arms round Seth and kissed him, a kiss that quickly
became intense and sexual.  When they realized what was happening they
pulled apart and blushed.  Will filled in quickly to save their
embarrassment.  "That's terrific, sir.  I'm so proud of my dad."

"Thanks, kid.  I'm a bit nervous of the first board meeting but I guess
I'll keep my mouth shut at first and listen and learn as I go along."

From then on, any tension there had been quickly evaporated and their
conversation got animated as they exchanging stories about their work.
"You still OK in the kitchen, Will?  The twins not working you too hard?"

"It's the opposite, sir.  I love being in the kitchen so much that they
have to force me to take breaks and days off.  And Bob is always around to
keep an eye on things like the workload.  Like you said, Randy is real
protective of the boys, but it's Bob who watches the details and takes care
of us.  How about you being in charge of a whole crew?  Must be tough,
sir."

"It was at first until I realized I had to make the crew accept me as boss
and respect me.  Randy was good about that, real supportive.  With his
experience he could pick out the potential troublemaker in the crew and
told me to watch my back.

"He was right. Wasn't long before the guy challenged me and we had a
knock-down drag-out fist fight.  I've always been good with my fists and in
the end he was begging for mercy – while all the other guys watched.
From that time on they accepted me as their boss and we became a great
team. They knew I would never ask them to do anything I wouldn't do myself.
`Course, it didn't hurt that I was a good buddy of boss Randy, and nobody
wanted to mess with that guy."

While Seth was talking, Will imagined the scene of his dad thrashing the
troublemaker.  He watched the rugged face, the prominent Adam's apple
moving in his throat, and heard the gravelly voice – all of which made
Will's cock stiffen in his shorts.

<><> GUILT FOR PAST SINS <><>

All this time Seth had been swigging the Bourbon and his remaining
inhibitions disappeared with it.  Will listened mesmerized as Seth talked
about the mix of temperaments on the crew.

"There's this new guy I hired, a young guy, not a lot older than you. I
make sure the older guys treat him OK and he looks up to me ... maybe even
wants me, I dunno.  `Course I would never make a move on him or anyone else
in the crew.  Getting physically involved with guys who work for me would
be the kiss of death.  Discipline would fly out the window and my job with
it.  Randy would fire my ass in a hot minute."

"But you like the new kid, eh sir?"

"I do, Will.  He's by far the youngest on the crew but he's tough and I
admire the way he holds his own with the older guys.  He won't let anyone
push him around.  He's got a sorta sexy swagger, even questions some of the
orders I give him. So yeah, I like the kid and, well ... ah, never mind."

"Sir, you can't leave me hanging like that.  What else were you gonna say?"

"Well, OK, but it's kinda crazy.  Even when I'm in my trailer office on the
site I keep an eye on him and ... well, like I said, it's kinda stupid, but
when I'm horny, which is a lot of the time, I have my fantasies."

"Which are?"

"Like I said, he's got this arrogant swagger and I fantasize about cutting
him down to size, showing him who's really the boss."

"How, sir?"

"Shit, you're really dragging this out of me, kiddo.  OK, so I fantasize
about throwing him on his back on the ground, stretching his arms up and
roping his wrists to stakes.  I pull down his dungarees and fuck him in the
butt until he submits to me as his boss ... and begs for more."  Seth
shrugged with a goofy grin.  "See - told you it was dumb."

"It's not dumb, sir, it's real sexy."  Will paused, with a frown.  "Sir, I
wish you felt freer to share more stuff like that with me instead of me
having to drag it out if you, as you called it."  He paused, staring Seth
straight in the eye.  "Sir, I hope you don't hold back because of ... well,
you know, all those times in the past when ..."

"... when I got drunk and molested you, tried to shove my dick up your ass,
made you run away from home?  Off course that's the fucking reason, Will.
I don't think I'll ever really shed the guilt and shame for the brutal way
I treated you."

"Sir," Will said heatedly, "I thought we'd buried all that a long time ago.
We've talked about it often enough, and it don't mean a thing to me now.
Only thing I want now is for us to be buddies, who feel free with each
other to share everything – even your work fantasies, which I happen to
think are real hot."

"Yeah, but a bondage fantasy is cutting a bit too close to the bone, as I
used to hold you down and ..."  I could never do that again with you, Will,
nor anything like it."  Seth took another long drink of Bourbon and said,
"But I think it's time we hit the sack kiddo.  Long day of partying ahead
tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."  Will stood up, disappointed that the conversation had taken
this uncomfortable turn.  He had thought they were getting closer, but now
this uneasiness surely meant separate beds. He cleared away the drinks,
went and brushed his teeth, and when he came out of the bathroom he avoided
eye contact as he pulled off his shirt and shorts and folded them up.

Seth was still sprawled on the couch and watched as his boy stripped down
to his briefs.  "Hell, you've really filled out lately, kid.  That's quite
a build you got on you.  It must account for that new swagger I've seen in
you lately, not unlike the kid at work. I suppose that ripped body is
another production of Randy in your gym workouts eh?"

"Yes, sir.  He's a great coach. Really pushes me to my limits, and then
some."

"And, er, butt-fucks you when you're finished?"

Will blushed.  "Quite often, sir.  He does that to all the boys. But if you
object and don't want me to do that, I'll tell him that ..."

"Will, like I've told you before, you're your own man, you do as you like.
And a Randy fuck is not something a boy wants to turn down.  You sure don't
need my permission."

"No sir."  But behind that freckle-faced smile there was just a little part
of him that wished he needed his dad's permission.  Ah, well.  He got on
one of the beds, pulled the sheet over him and pulled off his briefs.  He
didn't want Seth to see his hard-on."

He lay there and watched as Seth pulled off his shirt, yawned and
stretched, flexing his chest and arms.  Seeing the macho stud stripped to
the waist Will's mind went back to Seth's description of the fight in the
construction site dirt where he had beaten a guy into submission.

Seth ripped open his jeans and let them fall to the floor, where he left
them.  No folding of clothes for this man.  None of Will's modesty, either,
as Seth pulled down his boxers and let his cock spring out, which Will was
pleased to see was hard.  But he imagined the stiff dick was a more-or-less
permanent state with the horny roughneck, and not necessarily because
Will's body had "filled out" as Seth had said.

Seth strode naked over to the other bed and climbed in.  He grinned over at
Will, said a cheery "'Night, kiddo, sleep well," and snapped off the
bedside lamp.

"'Night, sir," Will said softly into the darkness."

<><> TAMING THE DEMONS <><>

Will felt bewildered and disappointed. He was not sure what he had expected
from his night at the Grady house with Seth, and the evening had begun
well, with their cheerful, animated conversation.  But at the end it had
turned a bit sour when Seth talked of his guilt about the past, the reason
he was still tentative in getting sexual with his boy.

Will recalled how, quite recently in Seth's little house, they had had fun
times that included sex, some of it quite uninhibited, even adventuresome.
Maybe the problem now was being in a new environment, a big luxurious house
where Seth might have felt intimidated, less at ease than in his own modest
home.  Or maybe it was all the Bourbon he had drunk.

Will sighed.  Whatever – what was the point of second-guessing Seth?
Here they were in separate beds and that was that.  Get used to it, he told
himself.

But that was easier said than done.  He was still holding onto the graphic
image of this big alpha stud beating up a guy who challenged him.  He
embellished the image a bit, seeing the two men stripped to the waist,
slugging it out, blow for blow, then wrestling in the mud until finally
Seth had the guy pinned down admitting defeat.

No, he had to get over this and try to sleep.  But then Will's mind went to
an even more erotic scenario – Seth's fantasy of the pushy new guy, not
much older than Will, being tamed by the boss, staked down in the dirt, his
wrists tied, struggling to get free, while the brawny wildman towered over
him, taunting him, then subjecting him to the ultimate humiliation of
getting fucked up the ass with the boss's huge cock.

He wondered what the boy would feel like, helplessly tied, completely at
the mercy of the muscular construction worker. Try as he might, Will could
not rid his mind of this pornographic image, so vivid he would never get to
sleep.  There was only one thing for it...

His hand went down under the sheets to his cock and he grasped it lightly,
stroking it silently and slowly so as not to cum too soon.  He imagined
himself in the place of the staked-out boy, felt the fear and excitement,
even moved under the sheets as if struggling to get free. As he pounded his
cock faster his heart was beating wildly, his breathing became ragged, and
he forgot about the man in the next bed until ..."

"You're not jacking off, are you boy?" came the deep voice.

"No, sir.  I mean, yes sir, I was.  Sorry if I woke you, sir."

"You didn't, kid.  I was too horny to sleep.  You wanna bunk in with me?"

"Yes please, sir."  Will almost fell out of bed, went over to Seth and
climbed in with him, feeling the joy of his muscled arms folding round him.

"This is what I wanted all along, kiddo.  But I wasn't sure about sharing a
bed in this house.  I guess I was kinda scared about what it might bring
out in me.  I felt this bad urge to force myself on you ... just like I
used to ..."

"And just like you did to that new kid in your fantasy, sir, tied him down
at you mercy and forced yourself on him."  Will paused, then took the
plunge.  "Truth is, sir, it was that picture in my mind making me jerk off
... only the boy was me, sir."

Will felt Seth's cock jerk against his leg, but his voice told a different
story.  "You know I could never do that to you, Will, and you know why.
I'm not gonna repeat my past mistakes."

"But sir, it wouldn't be like the past.  I was scared then, it was all new
to me.  But I'm not scared of you now, sir. I love you and trust you.  I
know you wouldn't hurt me.  The twins always taught me that a man has to
face his fears and defy them.  If he bottles them up they'll never go away.
This is our chance, sir, to banish them for good."

"I dunno, Will ..."

"Sir, if I really was helpless and you didn't hurt me, it would kill off
all those old demons – it would prove that the past is the past.  Unless
of course you're not into that."

"Kid, when I'm alone I jerk off thinking about it – tying you down,
having you beg like you used to.  See that's what scares me so much, I
still want that, those demons are still in me and won't go away."

"OK, sir, if they won't go away we'll tame them, convert them into good
demons, the ones that give pleasure instead of pain.  We can do that –
now, here – `cos everything's changed.  You know who you are now and
what you want, and so do I – and we both want the same thing, sir."

Excited now, Will reached up and turned on the light, then jumped out of
bed and turned on the room lights, the overhead spots that made everything
look sexy.  "And look at this, sir."  Will pointed to the lengths of ropes
tied round the bed posts.  "You said Grady and Mario know how to take care
of their guests, and they do.  I bet Brian has tied ropes like this to
every bed in the house – just in case."

Seth smiled at last.  "Just in case two sick puppies like us want to play
out a bondage fantasy?  OK, kiddo, you sold me on it.  Let's do it."

<><> AT THE MERCY OF SETH <><>

Once the decision was made it only took a few minutes before Will was lying
naked on the bed, his arms stretched up to the corners, wrists tied to the
bedposts.  And it was the real ting – tied tight, no fake knots, though
Seth had used the escape knot he had learned from Randy long ago for quick
release in case of panic.

Will had been tied up before, by the twins for instance, but now he stared
up at the burly, naked construction worker, the same man who a few years
ago had terrified him by holding him down and trying to force himself on
him.  All their earlier talk of that was still in his mind, and he recalled
vividly how scared he had felt.

Now he tugged at his restraints and that old feeling of helplessness swept
over him.  A jolt of panic shot through him, but as he looked up at his
captor there was a smile on Seth's face.  "You sure look hot like that,
kid.  Damn, the number of times I've jerked off picturing just that.  You
sure you're OK, Will?  You're still into this?"

"Yeah, I think so, sir.  But it would be good to have a safe word."  He
tried to come up to a word he wouldn't blurt out in the heat of the moment.
"What about `Brian', sir?  So no matter how much I struggle and beg for
release, I'm OK as long as I don't say `Brian'."

That helped them both a lot, and their uneasiness faded away.  Seth became
so uninhibited that he even swung into the persona of the man he had been
years ago, the coarse laborer who came home the worse for drink, looked
down at his cute redheaded son and felt an urge to fuck him.  "So," he
growled, "at last I've got you right where I want you, boy, and there's not
a damn thing you can do about it."

The threatening voice transported Will right back to those dark days.  He
recalled the fear, but also the strange lust he had felt for his handsome,
rugged father.  Back then, fear had stifled lust, as he knew Seth was out
of control and he couldn't trust him. Now it was much different – Will
wanted to please his dad, wanted to be sexy for him and turn him on.  So he
struggled to get free of the ropes, his lithe young body writhing on the
bed as if desperate for freedom, knowing that would excite Seth.

And it did.  Unlike those former dark times, though, now Seth was not drunk
or impulsive, and he knew it was a good thing to love his boy, even to make
love to him.  He got up on the bed and stood with his legs astride him.  To
Will he looked like a colossus, which excited him, though with a slight
edge of fear that excited him even more.

To Seth, the freckle-face young redhead looked vulnerable, his sweet boy
now at his mercy.  Far from being reckless, as in the dark days, he felt
protective, felt a need to satisfy the boy's cravings.  And he knew what
they were.

Seth dropped to his knees, straddling Will's chest, leaned forward and
braced his hands on the headboard.  His meaty cock pointed straight down at
Will and Seth moved his hips so his cock slapped his face, one cheek then
the other.  Will opened his mouth wide and tossed his head, trying to catch
the swinging cock in his mouth, without success.

Seth stopped still and smiled down at the eager boy.  "Looks like you want
your dad's cock in your mouth, eh son?"

"Yes please, sir."

Seth grabbed the shock of red hair and pulled his face forward, letting his
lips close round the bulbous head.  "Damn, that feels good.  OK, come on,
kid, let's see what you got.  Eat your dad's meat."

Will feasted on it, using all the cock-sucking skills he had learned from
his pal Eddie, and was thrilled to hear the groans of pleasure coming from
the step-dad he wanted so much to please.  He loved the feel of the thick
cock swelling in his mouth, almost choking him so he had to breathe through
his nose.  Now he really felt the power and dominance of the man.  He was
totally at his mercy, tied up, knowing the huge shaft could choke him with
one impulsive thrust.

But this time fear did not stifle lust, mostly because Seth pulled out
intermittently, giving Will the chance to use the safe word if he felt
panicked.  But he didn't – he knew now that Seth would never hurt him
again.

Completely at Seth's mercy, Will felt he was owned by his dad, a sensation
that thrilled him.  He loved the taste of the massive cock and the pre-cum
oozing from it down his throat.  With every thrust Seth's sweaty black
pubic hair pressed against his face and he inhaled the musky smell.

He could have feasted on his dad's cock forever, but he knew Seth was close
to his climax and braced for him to cum in his mouth.  But suddenly Seth
pulled out and straightened up on his knees so the tip of Will's rigid cock
was brushing against the cheeks of Seth's ass. "Hmm, you feel that, boy?
That gives me an idea, something that'll drive you crazy."

Seth spat in his palm, reached behind him and wrapped his wet hand round
Will's cock.  How'd you like to fuck your dad's ass, kid?"

Will gasped.  This was the last thing he had expected.  But he was in no
position to object – even if he had wanted to, which he didn't.  So he
replied obediently, "Yes please, sir."

"Good." A smile came over the construction worker's rugged features ... and
he abruptly sat on his son's cock, letting it slide all the way deep in his
ass.  Will gasped again and his cock shuddered.  "Don't you cum yet, boy.
I wanna enjoy the feel of my son's cock in my ass."

Will gazed up at the pornographic sight of the macho wildman riding his
cock, his muscular chest and ripped abs flexing as his body rose and fell
above him.  Seth reached down and squeezed Will's nipples hard. But any
pain he might have felt was overwhelmed by the incredibly erotic sensation
of his cock driving ever deeper into his dad's ass.

It was agony trying to hold back his orgasm.  He tugged frantically at his
bound wrists and realized escape was hopeless.  He was totally in the power
of this dominant hunk and the only thing left was to plead with him.
"Please, dad, let me cum.  I can't take any more without cumming.  Please,
sir.  I need to cum real bad."

"I always did like hearing my boy beg for mercy – just like old times."
Tears were running down Will's cheeks, his freckled face twisted in the
effort to restrain his climax.  "OK son, permission granted.  Let me feel
your cock empty its juice inside me.  Here, this'll do it."

Seth's hips rose and his ass pulled off the cock.  He paused, teasing his
boy, then suddenly dropped down on the cock so it penetrated the warm
depths of his ass and erupted with semen.  "Aaagh ... I'm cumming sir
... cumming inside you.  I love you sir ... aaagh!"

Will stared up at the smiling face and his mind raced with the incredible
sensation of butt-fucking his step-dad, but at the same time being totally
dependent on the top-man's mercy.  He closed his eyes and felt Seth slowly
rise up and pull his ass free.

When he opened his eyes he was staring into smiling blue eyes set in a
dark, stubbled face. "Beautiful, son.  Fucking beautiful.  But now comes
the real test.  `Cos now I'm gonna fuck your ass, kid.  Getting fucked when
you've just spilled your load can be tough, but I wanna see if you can take
it."

"I can take anything from you, sir."

"We'll see about that.  `Cos I'm gonna cut you free and we'll see if you
squirm to get away like you used to.  Are you gonna be a good boy for your
dad and let him plough your ass with that massive dick you just sucked?"

"Yes, sir.  Definitely, sir.  I'll be a good boy. Please fuck me."

Seth pulled at the safety knot and the ropes slid free.  Will rubbed his
wrists, then reached up to Seth's chest."

"Pushing me away already?" Seth grinned.

"No, sir. I just wanted to touch you."  Seth eased back on his knees and
pushed one of his son's legs up high.  He pressed the head of his cock
against the boy's ass and felt it relax, so it slid smoothly inside him.
"Does that hurt, kid?"  Will shook his head no.  "'Cos I'm gonna shoot real
quick.  I almost lost my load when I fucked your face and then when you
fucked my ass, so my balls are fit to burst."

It felt strange being fucked by his dad after he himself had already cum,
but it didn't hurt and he could have taken it all night.  But already he
felt the monster swelling in his ass, he saw the chiseled features wince,
and felt the pecs flex hard as he pressed his hands against them and dug
his fingers into the hairy chest.

"Here it comes, kid.  "Will, I love you, boy.  I'm gonna pump my jizz in
that sweet ass.  Here it comes, yeaahh ... yeaahh!"

This was the sexiest sight of all – the rough, tough construction worker
howling like an animal, his head thrown back, shaggy hair flying wildly as
his body shook, his cock filling his boy's ass and pouring cum deep inside
him.

They gazed at each other for a long time as Seth's cock drained and he
pulled gently out.  "You were right kiddo, we just tamed those big ol'
demons.  Now I can trust myself, I'll never hurt you again.  But I'll still
fuck your mouth and your ass, tie you up and do whatever the hell else I
wanna do to you."

"The ropes will always be there, sir, thanks to Brian."

"Hey, you just used the safe word, kiddo."

Will smiled, "I don't need a safe word anymore, sir.  My safe word is
`dad'."

"A dad whose gonna wrap his brawny old arms round you and have you fall
asleep with that cute freckled face on my chest.  How's that sound, boy?"

"Sounds like a chunk of heaven, sir – sleeping all night in my dad's
arms."

So that's what Will did – all night.

<><> DANNY VENTS TO MARIO <><>

And so, one by one, the bedroom lights went out all over the Grady House.
The various sexual adventures had run their course – Grady had acted out
his latest Tarzan fantasy for Mario and Brian – Randy had at last, and
inevitably, introduced new boys Vic and Noah to the joys of getting
butt-fucked by the boss – and Seth and his boy Will had finally tamed
Seth's demons and enjoyed uninhibited sex, free from fears of the past.

And so it went with the small family groups in all the other guestrooms,
letting their imaginations and libidos run free until exhausted men and
boys had at last fallen asleep in entwined limbs and tangled sheets.

Needless to say there were many late risers next morning, Sunday.  Danny
and the twins had made an early start and a buffet breakfast was spread out
on tables on the lawn.  Group after drowsy group slowly appeared and headed
straight for the coffee.  It took a while for most of the guests to gather,
ready to cheer the last arrivals, whose exploits were already common
knowledge on the grapevine.

Mario, Grady and Brian drew well-deserved applause as hosts of the
gathering.  Seth and Will, bathed in a bright afterglow of sexual release,
blushed at the warm reception of their friends.  And finally cheers rang
out when Randy appeared with his arms over the shoulders of newly confident
Vic and Noah, confirming the rumor that their virgin asses had at last
surrendered to Randy, as so many of the men and boys gathered here had done
in the past.

Gradually yawns subsided, eyes grew brighter and the hum of voices reached
the same pitch as the day before. Sunday was a lazy day, as men worked off
hangovers, gathered in small groups with their breakfast, wandered the
grounds or floated in the pool.

Mario, as ever, kept a keen host's eye on everything, watching for a guest
who might have unmet needs or just looked a little lonely.  He spotted such
as man, surprisingly his own Danny, the chef and manager of all the house
operations.

The chefs – Danny, the twins and Will – who worked so hard, took
breaks in turn, at Mario's insistence.  Now it was evidently Danny's turn
as he sat alone under a tree nursing a cup of coffee.  To Mario's intuitive
eye Danny had a doleful, faraway look that was out of sync with the mellow
mood of the morning.

Mario poured himself coffee and casually made his way across the garden.
"Ciao, amico," he smiled at Danny.  "Care for some company?"

The good-looking young blond looked up with a weary smile.  "Of course,
sir, especially when it's you."

Mario sat across the small table from him and at first they sipped their
coffee in silence.  Then

Mario said, "How does the saying go here?  Pennies for your thoughts?"

Danny smiled, "A penny for your thoughts, Mario – just one."

"Cheap at the price," Mario laughed.  "I don't have a penny with me, but
maybe you'd like to share your thoughts for free."

"Do I look that pitiful, sir?"

"You look as if you have something on your mind, Danny."

"Not really, sir.  Everything's fine."

Mario reached across the table and rested his hands on Danny's.  "Amico,
first of all, please stop calling me sir.  I think of us as friends, not
master and boy or whatever it's called.  And second, all is not fine with
you.  It doesn't take a shrink like Doc Steve to see that.  What is it,
amico?  Has this party piled too much work on you?" He smiled at Danny
questioningly.

"No, sir ... I mean Mario.  "I love being the king of the castle in my
kitchen with all the hubbub going on. And I love working with my boyfriend
Tommy.  It's ... it's nothing really ... I'm just being silly."  Mario said
nothing but still smiled at him with raised eyebrows.

"OK, well, it's just a feeling I had last night, and again this
morning. You know last night when all the guys were laughing and jostling
over room assignments, and in the end they split off into family groups.
You and Grady took Brian into the master-suite, while I, naturally, invited
my boyfriend Tommy to my room and he brought his bosses Doc Steve and
Lloyd.  We had a great time together and Lloyd even said I was a great
addition to their family."

"Ah, I'm beginning to see a connection here, Danny."

"It's the family thing, Mario.  I mean, I always thought of myself as a
member of the Grady House family, but last night I was definitely right in
the middle of the Doc Steve family.  I really love my work here as chef de
cuisine, especially when there's so much activity, and sometimes I wonder
if my real family is the family of chefs, as I work so closely with the
twins and Will.  And when, after dinner, you proposed a toast thanking us I
was lumped in with `the chefs'.

"That was my fault, Danny, mille scuse. I should have singled you out as
house manager ..."

"No, stop, Mario.  I wanna stress that I'm not blaming anyone.  Everyone
has been terrific to me, especially you and Grady.  I'm just trying to
explain my confusion at where I stand.

"And it's not only which family I belong to.  Some time ago Seth asked me
to be his boy and we had a great time.  But he became a construction-site
manager and got busy, and I was busy up here.  We saw less and less of each
other until, I dunno, suddenly I wasn't his boy anymore.

"I got close to Tommy and we became lovers and that's going great, but
again, he works hard at Steve's and I'm always here.  But other than Tommy,
I feel kind of adrift – not sure if I'm anyone's boy or which family I
belong to, if any.

"It's, like, different for Brian, `cos Grady's totally in love with him and
spends a load of time with him.  Don't get me wrong, Mario, I love Brian as
much as you do, he's a terrific kid and we work great together but ... oh I
dunno ... I'm not sure what I'm saying anymore.  Maybe you should just
forget I spoke."

"Assolutamente no, Danny.  Of course I won't forget it.  You have real
concerns and we have to address them and make things right.  I know you are
not blaming anyone, but Grady and I are to blame.  We have taken you for
granted, but we know very well that you are the backbone of how this house
functions.  We'd be lost without you, and I sincerely thank you for the
excellent way you take care of us."

"But Mario, I don't want thanks ... I want love."

"And we do love you, Danny.  We have loved you from the first day you came
up here to cook for us.  And our love has grown and matured as you have
become such an important part of our little family.  We are to blame for
not showing you how much we love you. I suppose we all get so busy that we
don't spend enough time together.

"As for Brian, let me explain something to you.  This house, and my life,
revolve around Grady.  As you know, his life in the movies is full of
stress, and I have tried to create a world here where he can leave all the
tension behind and become simply the loving man that he is.  Brian is a big
part of that.  In him Grady sees a simplicity and purity that is a perfect
antidote to the insincerity and superficiality he confronts every day.  He
is never happier than when they are both propped up in bed together
gossiping about the doings of the tribe.

"But all that is no excuse for our neglect of you, taking for granted all
the hard work you do to keep this private little world of ours running.  So
I will talk to Grady when we have a moment together and I would like us all
to meet upstairs later, just our family of four.  Will you have any free
time after lunch?"

"There's a lull in the kitchen between lunch and dinner so I could take off
then and leave the twins in charge."

"Good, and then ... oh look, right on cue, here come the twins. Ciao, Kyle,
Kevin.  Everything running OK?"

"Like clockwork, Mario," Kevin said.  But we're on our break now and we've
left Will in charge.  He's got everything under control, and Brian and
Brandon are starting to clear away breakfast."

"Oh, I gotta go," Danny said, jumping to his feet.  "Can't leave Will
handling the whole thing solo.  Mario, thanks for the talk, I feel a whole
lot better."  He ran off to the kitchen and Kyle asked, "Everything OK,
sir?  Can we help in any way?"

Mario smiled, "it's nothing we can't handle, boys.  But there is one way
you might help.  I would like to borrow Danny from you for an hour or so
this afternoon whenever is most convenient for you guys."

"No problem there, sir," Kyle said.  "Danny has a scheduled break at around
two, after the lunch rush."  Kevin added, "Keep him as long as you need to,
sir.  We and Will can manage everything while he's gone."

Mille grazie, amici," Mario smiled.  I can see why Bob is so proud of his
bel gemelli.  Maybe one day soon he will loan you out to us. Grady would
certainly appreciate two handsome twins."

"It would be our pleasure sir," they said, with a world of understanding
behind their bright smiles.

<><> THE RICH BOY & THE GARDENER <><>

In the warm afternoon sun the party guests were roused from their torpor by
the call of hunger, a call that was answered by the ever-efficient crew
with a lunch-spread on the long table under shade trees.

When they were all seated it was Randy this time who did the honors.  Just
by standing up he commanded silence, and he raised his glass.  "Gentlemen,
a toast as always to our chefs, Danny Will and the twins, to their helpers,
Brian and Brandon and our hot-as-a-pistol bartender Tommy.  To our boys!"
They all drank and the crew lined up, took elaborate bows, with Brian and
Brandon doing head-spinning wheelies, to deafening cheers.

Danny flashed a smile directly at Mario who raised his glass to him.  The
meal was the usual raucous affair with maximum mirth and minimal
manners. Conversation for many was beginning to turn to plans for the
coming week as this festive weekend was drawing to a close.

After lunch some of the men lingered while the boys mostly went to the
pool, to swim, play and, in a few horny cases, fuck.  Mario had corralled
Grady and Brian in a quiet corner for a chat, where he told them the
substance of his conversation with Danny.  They were voicing their concern
when Danny himself appeared and smiled, "Here I am guys, unshackled from
the kitchen, courtesy of the twins and Will."

Mario shepherded them unobtrusively to the house and they gathered in the
master suite.  They all knew by now why they were there and Mario lost
control of the conversation as Grady and Brian rushed in to blame
themselves.  "Dude, Brian said, it's all my fault for monopolizing Grady,
spending so much time with him that I kinda shut you out."

"Hey," Grady protested, "don't I get a say in this, as it seems to be all
about me?  Danny, please don't blame Brian.  It was I who monopolized him
and I got so caught up in our endless gossip that I forgot all about you
toiling away in the kitchen.

"Danny, I love you, you know that.  Only thing is we don't see enough of
each other.  Though sometimes I look down from this window and watch you
exercising – you know, the way you do every morning on the lawn in those
skimpy shorts.  My dick gets hard and if these two are not around to take
care of me I jerk off looking at you.  You didn't know that, did you?"

"Grady," Mario interjected, "not everything is about sex, you know."

"Isn't it, dude?  It often is with me, you know my appetite better than
anyone, begging you to fuck me every hour on the hour.  Look, guys, I know
most everything in this house is focused on me and my needs `cos I have the
stressful job and bring in the big bucks.  But it shouldn't be like that
– well," he flashed his roguish grin, "except for the fucking part.  You
know the deal here, I just wanna be one of the guys, equal with you all,
`cos you're my family – you included Danny."

"Thanks for saying that, Grady, it means a lot.  But you did get one thing
wrong – when you said I didn't know you were watching.  A long time ago
I caught site of you at the upstairs window stroking your dick.  Next day I
saw you again, and I figured you did that whenever you weren't at the
studio or on location at the beach – and whenever you didn't have these
guys to suck you off.  Why do you think I always wore those skimpy shorts?"

Brandon's eyes sparkled and he grinned at Mario, who said.  "Well, amici, I
guess I was wrong thinking we could keep this all on a higher plane. I
suppose sex is a major ingredient after all.  I wish I had known, Danny, I
would have recruited you to take my place when my dick was sore from all
the butt-fucking I did with this pervert."

Grady said, "I wish I'd known too, Danny, and I would have whistled down to
you from the window.  I can picture the fantasy now – the rich young
movie star looking down at the gardener and beckoning him up, where he'd
take over, rip my clothes off, throw me on the bed and fuck me.  Wow, that
sounds hot."

"Only thing is, sir," Danny said, `sir'-ing him to get into the part, "I'm
the chef not the gardener and I'm wearing this apron and silly hat. "

"But you can soon change that," Brian said excitedly, blinking behind his
owl glasses.  "Where's your imagination, guys?  Mine's already in full
gear."

Mario laughed.  "I knew this was the perfect family, everyone so in sync,
minds running on the same dirt- track."

Suddenly Danny bolted from the room and Brian grinned, "Yes sir, in perfect
sync like you said."

He took Mario's arm and led him to the side of the room while Grady, his
heart beating faster, paced the room wearing his usual floppy old tank top
and baggy shorts.  Soon he passed the window, glanced down and inhaled
sharply.  Down on the lawn was Danny, in a white tank and the same skimpy
shorts, doing pushups, the sun glinting on his flexed muscles. Grady opened
the window and whistled.  Danny looked up with a dirty grin and ran toward
the house.

A minute later he burst into the room panting, a sheen of sweat on his arms
and face, his tousled blond hair falling over his handsome face.  Danny
worked out often with his lover Tommy, a perfectly sculpted gymnast, and he
had grown into a toned and muscular young jock.

Although what Grady saw was the gardener who had stripped down to his
underwear to work out on the grass.  Danny too was deep in the fantasy.  He
grinned hungrily at Grady, strode over to him, gripped his tank with both
hands, ripped it clear off and tossed it contemptuously aside. Then he
ripped open his shorts and they dropped to the floor. Danny shoved the
naked rich boy so he stumbled backward and fell on the bed.

He stared up at the horny jock as he pulled off his tank and grabbed the
bulge in his shorts.  "This what you want, sir?" spitting out the last word
contemptuously.

"Yeah," Grady groaned hoarsely.

Danny peeled down his shorts and his long hard dick sprang out.  With no
finesse or foreplay he knelt on the bed and spat on his cock.  He grabbed
Grady's feet, pushed his legs back ... and plunged his cock in the rich
boy's ass."

"Aaagh! Grady howled and the shaft pulled back and drove in again, and
again, deeper each time He reached up to Danny's chest but Danny grabbed
his wrists and pinned them down on the bed as is cock became a piston,
pile-driving his ass.

He grinned down at the screen-idol face and sneered.  "I know why rich boys
like you want gardeners like me – `cos you like it rough and that's the
way we dish it out."

"Yes, sir," Grady moaned, deep in the fantasy. The ass-pounding intensified
in force and depth as Grady stared up at the macho blond jock, sweat
dripping from his face into Grady's gaping mouth.

Against the wall Brian nervously grabbed Mario's hand, but Mario said,
"He's loving this.  He gets loving fucks from me, but sometimes he likes to
take a walk on the wild side and get it rough, like he's getting from the
hot young gardener."

There was no letting up on the ferocious fuck, which got wilder and
rougher.  Grady was writhing on the bed, unable to get free from the
merciless jackhammer even if he'd wanted to, which he didn't.  The pain in
his ass added to the thrilling sensation of getting raped by the gardener.

As Grady neared his climax Danny grabbed Grady's shuddering cock and
pounded it in his fist while he ramrodded his ass.  "You want my load in
your ass, don't you?  Thing is, I like to hear rich boys beg.  I'm just the
gardener but I can make the sons-of-bitches beg."

"OK, OK, you win.  Please, sir, cum in my ass ... I can't take any more
... I need to feel your jizz in my ass ... please, sir ... I'm begging you
... aaagh...!"  Cum spurted from his cock all the way up to his face while
Danny yelled "Yeaahh", and emptied his load deep inside the rich boy's ass.

His task completed the arrogant jock pulled his dick out as suddenly as he
had plunged in.  He picked up the torn remains of Grady's tank, wiped his
cum-soaked cock with it and stuffed it in Grady's gaping mouth.  He picked
up his own tank and shorts, slung them over his shoulder and strode to the
door, where he turned and grinned at the stunned Grady.

"Any time you wanna replay, rich boy, you just have to whistle.  And you
know how to do that, sir.  You just put your lips together and blow."

<><> MARIO MAKES PLANS <><>

As soon as Danny left, Mario and Brian hurried over to Grady and looked
down at the stunned face with a dopey smile on it.  Grady pulled the torn,
cum-stained tank from his mouth and groaned, "Wow, what was that, guys?
Was that Danny or the gardener?"  He handed the ripped shirt to
Brian. "Here kiddo, you want this?"

"Thank you, sir.  Me and Brandon collect them."

Mario said, "Now stop fooling around, Grady and pull yourself together. We
have guests waiting for us downstairs."  Brian wheeled over to a closet and
got a clean tank top and cargo shorts for Grady.  And soon Danny came back
in, fully dressed as before minus the chef's hat.  "Danny," Grady said,
"that was abso-fucking-lutely awesome.  Who knew?  Where did you learn all
that?"

Danny smiled, "Tommy and I fool around a lot and he's a great guy for
fantasy – I've played a bunch of different roles when I fuck him.  And
like the gardener said, any time you want a replay, dude ..."

"How about right now?"  Grady still had the goofy smile.  "Maybe you and
Tommy – two gardeners?  Nah we already did that one."

"Basta," Mario said sternly. "Put on these clean clothes Brian has given
you and let's get back to our guests.  Danny, I must say you were a
revelation. And you proved beyond a doubt that you are definitely a member
of this family – and I'm not talking about cooking.

"So now we have to work on the rest of your problems.  Maybe Grady's silly
idea of you and Tommy is not so silly after all.  When Tommy comes here to
see you in the future he'll be part of the family too.  And talking of
family ... hmm, let me see.  There has to be a way of bringing families
together."  He frowned in thought.

"I checked your call sheet and you're not working for another five days,
except for a wardrobe fitting.  Though for the life of me I can't see why
you have to go in to try on a T-shirt and board shorts.

"They have to fit just right to show off my beautiful body, including the
package in the shorts.  That bulge on a billboard sells a few thousand more
tickets."

Mario mused, "I wonder if Tommy's men, Steve and Lloyd, would be able to
stay with us for another few days.  They say there's safety in numbers and
combined families have all kinds of possibilities.  What do you think,
amico?"

"OK, wait a minute here," Grady frowned in mock seriousness.  "Let me do
the math. There's the four of us – plus the hunky doctor – plus his
macho gym-jock lover – plus a gorgeous blond gymnast with the body of
death. That's four, plus one, plus one, plus one ... hmm ..."

Grady looked up at his little family with that famously sexy smile that
broke hearts all over the world.  "Yeah, I'd say it adds up perfectly.  I'm
in – let's go for it guys."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 547


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