Date: Thu, 7 Apr 2022 01:01:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trail Of Strength" - Part 587  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 587 by Rob Williams

CHAPTER 587 – "GRADY DEGRADED – BY THE GYPSY & THE COP"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

Movie heartthrob Grady has a problem. "I love being an actor, hate being a
movie star." He hates being idolized, put on a pedestal, and craves the
reverse – to be dominated, degraded.  When he sees the bare-chested
gypsy boss Randy and muscled cop Mark he craves them in the worst way –
and gets it in the worst way. Randy growls, "OK, pretty-boy
movie-star. Let's see what you got."

______________________________________________________________________

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

The sexy Italian Mario sighed deeply.  "Oh Bob, I've needed to talk to
someone for so long, and there's no one I trust more than you."

Bob, the much-loved co-leader of the tribe smiled sympathetically. "It's
about Grady, I suppose." He was referring to Mario's lover, the
internationally famous action-movie idol currently starring as a lifeguard
captain in a big-budget surfing epic.

"Bob, I'm so worried about him and his workload.  He's working so hard on
this movie.  When he comes home he smiles and puts on a brave face, but I
can tell he's all wound up inside.  Nobody knows what it's like for him,
being the center of attention all the time, carrying a big expensive movie
on his shoulders, broad as they are.

"The beach scenes are especially hard, a long difficult shoot with two
dozen surfing extras.  If a few of them mess up nobody notices, but if
Grady screws up the director yells `cut' and the take is ruined.  He told
me he dreads the words, `Let's go again, people', with take after take."

"What's more," Mario said, "Grady's the one who always has to stay
cheerful, encouraging the rest of the crew when the going gets rough.  Do
you know how hard it is to keep smiling all through the day?  When he comes
home I can tells he's totally exhausted."

Bob said, "OK, Mario, I hear you.  So what can we do?"

Mario mentioned that Grady had a four-day weekend coming up "but we can't
possibly go away.  That's never restful with all the attention he gets.  He
wants to act normally, like any other guy."

Bob grinned.  "Just be one of the guys, eh?  Sounds like a party.  So how
about one of those big bashes you give at the Grady House?"

Mario sighed.  "I thought of that, Bob and I wish we could.  But all of
your guys are super busy with this new company expansion and I couldn't
possibly impose on you to ..."

But Bob cut right through his objections, saying that the whole tribe
needed a few days off for rest and reflection before embarking on the hard
work looming up for them.  "Oh, I know it means a shitload of work for the
boys, but with nobody left here in the compound I could loan you our four
chefs – the twins, Will and now Felipe too.  And I know that workaholic
Randy could use a break," referring to his lover, the rugged gypsy boss of
the whole tribe.

Mario had tears in his eyes as he reached forward and squeezed Bob's hand.
"I love you so much, amico."  He added hesitantly, "Er, talking of Randy,
Bob, there's something else I wanted to mention, though it's hard to know
how to put it, it sounds so weird.  Let me try to explain.  The director
and whole crew think the world of Grady and they treat him very well –
hell, they've got so much riding on him.  Like, when he asks for coffee,
there's a cup in his hand in seconds.

"But so much attention can have the reverse effect.  So many of them are in
awe of him, catering to his every whim.  Some of the younger ones would
grovel before him.  But that's the point, Bob, he gets tired of being up
there on a pedestal.  He sometimes wants to reverse roles.  He wants to be
the one groveling.  Does that sound as weird to you as it does to me?"

"No, Mario, I understand, and I think I know where you're going with this.
You started by saying, `And talking of Randy ...'  So we are talking of
Randy, right?  You said you can't put it into words, but I can.  Instead of
being built up onto a pedestal, he needs to be torn down.  Instead of
worship he needs domination, someone to make him grovel and to pound his
ass.  In short, he needs a dose of gypsy savagery.  And I know only one guy
who fits that description."

Bob grinned. "If I mention Grady's problem to Randy I can hear his deep
growl now – `Ah, I know what that dude needs.  He needs a big fat dick
up his ass'."

Mario laughed.  "You're absolutely right, Bob.  Oh I love you two guys,
such a perfect team."

Later that afternoon the subject came up when the newest boy in the tribe,
Felipe, reported to the gym in the basement for his first workout with
Randy.  He was the gym coach for many of the boys in the tribe, who always
hoped for the reward of being butt-fucked by the coach's monster cock.

Nervous at first, by the end of the workout Felipe was craving to be
sexually dominated by the swarthy, blue-eyed gypsy.  He got his reward,
which climaxed in an epic hands-free orgasm he had never experienced before
and would never forget.

Afterwards, as he lay in Randy's arms they talked about the men of the
tribe, and the subject of Grady came up.  "Poor guy, he's going through a
rough time with all that work and attention. In his daily life, the movie
crew, the public and the press, praise him all the time, even worship him.

But it's tough to be up there at the top of the heap all the time, and I
know just what he needs.  He needs someone to pull him off it, down on the
ground, make him crawl.  He needs to be forced to submit to a man and beg
for mercy."

 "And you're just the guy to do it, sir," Felipe smiled.

========= CHAPTER 587 =========

<><> ANTICIPATING THE BIG DAY <><>

Word of the upcoming Grady-House party sped over the tribe's ever-efficient
grapevine and caused quite a stir.

The excitement was nowhere greater than among the four chefs in the kitchen
– the twins Kyle and Kevin, Will, and their new assistant Felipe.  They
would all be playing a pivotal role, catering the party for at least two
days.  They had already had a call from the Grady House's young chef Danny.
By tradition, Danny would be in charge of the team as it was his kitchen.

Plans had already been made for tentative menus, and shopping lists
compiled. The four chefs were now busy in their own kitchen making the many
dishes that could be cooked in advance, refrigerated and transported to the
house, lessening the cooking load on the big weekend.

As always, they talked as they worked.  Felipe said, "I can't believe I'm
going to meet the guy who played Tarzan.  I mean Grady is so macho, so
totally gorgeous.  But it'll be such a big party, maybe I won't even meet
him.  I mean, big celebrities like him probably never visit the kitchens,
and even if he did he wouldn't notice a junior chef like me."

"Felipe, will you stop that?" Kyle said sharply.  "First of all Grady is
just Grady, he's not the Queen of England.  Maybe she never visits the
palace kitchens, but Grady loves vegging out with us in the kitchen,
especially when he's on the prowl for gossip.  He loves tribe gossip."

"And second of all," said Kyle's twin Kevin, "you've got to stop putting
yourself down, kiddo.  We're not servants slaving away in the kitchen while
the rich folk party.  In the tribe, and at the Grady House, the chefs are
considered some of the most respected people around.  Kyle and I are Bob's
boys and Will is our boy and Seth's step-son. It don't get much better than
that.  And look at the speech of thanks Randy always gives at the start of
every meal and we get a standing ovation."

"Anyway, Felipe," Will added, "you've missed the whole point of this
party. Grady's lover Mario hatched the plan with Bob because he's worried
about Grady burning out at work.  Everywhere he goes he's treated like a
celebrity, but he gets tired of the camera flashes and adulation. What he
craves most of all is to be ordinary, just one of the guys.  And the only
place he can be like that is in the tribe, especially at big parties like
this."

"You'll see," Kyle said.  "That's the way all our guys treat him, like a
buddy not a movie star.  They kid around with him, laugh with him and even
laugh at him.  He loves to be the butt of their jokes.  I guarantee, when
he sees you he's gonna latch onto you and pump you for gossip.

"His own boy, Brian, is a kid in a wheelchair.  Grady's favorite thing at
the end of the day is to pull Brian into bed with him, with munchies, and
dish with him about the goings-on in the tribe.  Mario loves to hear them
giggle together.  It's about as far as you can get from the muscled jungle
man swinging from tree to tree – or the sexy lifeguard captain in his
new movie."

The chefs continued their work, and when Friday came the anticipation had
reached its peak. The party was the main topic of conversation at dinner
that evening. The four chefs were to leave early next morning for the Grady
house and help Danny prepare a big buffet brunch for all the guests as they
arrived at different times during the morning.  Mario wanted the first day
to be as casual as possible, to let guys unwind and avoid too many formal
meals at table.

So now, as they ate dinner Bob said, "Felipe, I know that our attorney
Alistair said you should lie low here until he's filed the application for
your work permit.  He doesn't want you to go out and maybe run into a cop
who checks your immigration status.  That would muddy the waters and slow
things down.  But tomorrow we'll make an exception and you can drive up
with the twins."

"I know, sir," a wide-eyed young Eddie blurted out. "I saw a movie once
about a spy they needed to get out of the country.  So he laid on the floor
in the back of the car and they covered him with blankets.  Maybe Felipe
should do the same thing – or even get in the trunk.

"And I read somewhere that in England the Duchess of Windsor, who was
having a wing-ding with the King at the time, had to be smuggled out of
England to France, and she hid on a car's floor to avoid the paparazzi.
Worked for her, it could work for Felipe.  And another time ..."

"Thanks for the suggestions, Eddie," Bob interjected patiently, "but Felipe
is not a spy and definitely not the Duchess of Windsor.  I don't think it
will be necessary for him to lie on the floor of a car, and certainly not
in the trunk.  Kyle will drive carefully, with Will and Felipe sitting in
the back, perfectly safe."

"Hmm, I dunno, sir.  I could drive him myself and if we get stopped I can
talk my way out of anything."

The hunky Marine Hassan put his arm round his boy Eddie.  "Dude, you heard
what Bob said, and I agree.  Besides, I'm gonna drive you `cos I want to
make a detour and show you something rather special, something I saw for
the first time today."

Of course Eddie pumped him for more information but Hassan's dark Arab face
simply broke into a smile and Eddie had to be content with that until
tomorrow's big day.

<><> ENTER GRADY, YAWNING <><>

Early next morning the chefs loaded up the twins' SUV and left the house.
They left coffee, juice and croissants for when all the guys got up, but it
was understood that they would then all make their way up to the Grady
House where brunch would be waiting for them.

As they drove up the winding road to the top of the hill, then along the
private road with dense hedges on either side, Felipe was impressed and a
bit intimidated, especially when they pulled up at the formidable high
solid gates.  Kyle reached out and pressed the intercom button, a camera
swiveled round on a pole and an excited voice said, "Hi, guys, nice and
early, great.  I'll buzz you in."

The gates swung slowly, silently open and Kyle drove round to the parking
area.  "Wow," Felipe said, staring at the large house and spacious grounds.
"So this is how a movie star lives."

"Not a movie star, dude," Kevin said.  "Just a good buddy of ours and his
lover Mario and his boy Brian ... who's coming right now."

Barreling along in his wheelchair came Brian with a big smile.  "Hey, guys.
Big weekend eh?"  He smiled at Felipe.  "And you must be Felipe.  Dude, I
am kind of the designated greeter to the Grady House so you have to give me
a hug."  He opened his arms wide, Felipe bent down and hugged him.
"Welcome to the Grady House, dude.  Definitely one of the family, right in
the thick of things.  Will Danny be pleased to see you guys!  He's already
feeling a bit overwhelmed. Come on, I'll help you unload your gear.  Just
pile it on my tray table here."

Felipe was impressed by Brian's eager confidence and efficiency.  That's
what comes of being a movie hunk's boy I suppose, he thought.

Danny certainly was happy to see reinforcements arrive and was especially
pleased to meet Felipe.  He shook his hand vigorously.  "Come to help poor
old floundering Danny, eh kiddo?"

Felipe smiled.  You don't look floundering to me, Danny.  This is a huge
kitchen."

"Yeah, Randy enlarged it for us for when he have big parties like this one.
Dudes, I've worked out a plan of action for all five of us – it's like
planning a whole campaign.  After we've stowed in the fridges all this food
you've brought, let's sit down and talk and you tell me if it works for you
and what changes you want to make."

All five boys sat round the huge butcherblock table in the middle of the
room and went over Danny's plan, adjusting it where necessary.  They had
just finished when Mario came in, looking crisp and fresh in stylishly
casual clothes.  "Ah, everyone's here, eccellente.  Thank you so much for
coming boys.  Now I want to make one thing clear.  You are all to enjoy the
party too, so I understand you will be working shifts, with generous time
off.  Is that right, Danny?"

"Yes, sir, thanks to your idea of a buffet brunch set up in the garden
lasting into the afternoon.  That way all we have to do is keep it fresh
and stocked, which any two guys can do.  My lover Tommy will be here any
minute and he'll be in charge of setting up the tables and stuff, with the
help of some of the boys.  Brian's on gate duty doing his meet and greet
routine."

"I don't know how you guys do all this so early in the morning," came a
drowsy voice from a man shuffling in, yawning and scratching his tousled
hair.  He was barefoot in boxers and an oversized tank top hanging over his
muscular torso.  Grady looked as if he had just tumbled out of bed, which
he had.

"Hi, guys.  Brian told me the cavalry had arrived.  And you, you sexy kid,
must be Felipe."  Grady wrapped his arms round him.  "Obviously nobody's
gonna introduce us kiddo, so I'm Grady.  And listen, dude, you and me gotta
talk.  I've heard all about you but I need to hear it straight from the
horse's mouth – well, in your case, more of a handsome young colt than a
horse."  His chiseled features broke into the dazzling smile known all over
the world.

"What I'm saying is, Felipe, I want the latest gossip.  They starve me of
gossip here, you know.  They keep me in this bubble, like I don't exist.
Well, take that back, Brian keeps me posted, but even he don't know the
juicy stuff about you, I bet.  How soon can we meet, kiddo?"

Mario jumped in.  "Bambino, take no notice of him.  He's always begging for
the latest gossip and he gets plenty of it.  Don't let him bully you."

"Sir," Danny smiled, "Felipe will be going on break after we've set up the
whole buffet.  Maybe an hour or so."

"Good, as soon your free, dude, you come and look for me.  I'll be the one
huddled under a tree that nobody's paying attention to.  Then we'll talk
... private ... just you and me."  Grady ruffled Felipe's hair and kissed
him on the cheek.  "I gotta go jump in the shower."

"Please do it right now, sir," said Danny sternly, "because we don't allow
bare feet in the kitchen.  You have to leave right know."

Grady pulled a long face.  "See how they treat me, Felipe?  OK, I know when
I'm not wanted.  I've been thrown out of classier joints than this."  He
stumbled out, calling for Brian.

Mario and the chefs all laughed.  They knew exactly what Grady had just
done.  He had not only put Felipe at his ease but, as he smiled at him,
made him feel like the most important person in his world – like they
were already intimate friends.

OK, boys," Mario smiled, "I'll get out of your hair too.  If you run into
problems or need any help, I'm a phone call away, Danny."

After Mario left, Will said, "So you've met Grady at last, dude.  What do
you think?"

"He's ... he's wonderful."

"The whole world would agree with you, Felipe.  But right now this is his
whole world.  We are his world, and he loves it."

<><> EDDIE'S SUNSET STRIP SURPRISE <><>

While the chefs cooked up a storm, the guys down at the compound were
getting ready to leave for the big weekend.

Excitement was running high, not least in Hassan's boy Eddie.  He had a
special connection with Grady as he was one of the trio of Grady's close
friends working with him on his movie, along with Jamie and Nate.  Early
on, Eddie had impressed the movie's director with his camera skills –
taking impromptu still shots and videos, mostly of the star Grady that
would ultimately be used in promoting the movie.

One picture in particular had already appeared on a few billboards around
town.  He had shot it by chance in the first week of filming when Grady had
fallen off his surfboard and the director yelled `cut'.  But Eddie kept on
taking pictures and when Grady surfaced in the water he was laughing,
shaking his head and spraying water – and that's the magic moment Eddie
captured.

The director had been so impressed he said they might use it under the
movie's opening credits, the audience's first glimpse of the lifeguard
captain.

Now Eddie couldn't wait to get up to the Grady House and maybe bathe in
Grady's reflected glory as a close friend and co-worker.  However, Hassan
had other ideas and had already told Eddie he wanted to take him on a
detour before heading up to the house.

So instead of heading up into the hills, Hassan headed for Hollywood, with
the hyper Eddie beside him in the jeep.  They took Sunset Boulevard all the
way west to the Sunset Strip.  When they reached a bend in the road Hassan
slowed down, pulled over to the curb and stopped.

Eddie looked up, his eyes opened wide and he shouted, "Wow ... that's mine
... it's mine."

He was looking up at a huge digital billboard, the kind where one picture
lasts a few seconds before being automatically replaced by another.  There
were three pictures in this rotation, all of Grady, all taken by Eddie.

"Wow," he gasped again.  "I've seen a few regular billboards of Grady, but
this is spectacular – and all three are mine.  That's the first one I
took of him laughing as he breaks the surface ... the next is that gorgeous
one of him striding from the water with the sun behind him making him look
like a god from the sea.  And the third is one taken from below the
lifeguard tower focused up to him looking through binoculars."

Hassan said, "And look Eddie ... look at the bottom right in small letters
... `Photos by Eddie'."

Eddie grabbed Hassan's thigh.  "They gave me credit ... they gave me photo
credit!  I'm famous, almost as famous as the guy in the pictures."

Hassan chuckled.  "I wouldn't go that far, kiddo, but people will sure be
asking who this Eddie is who took such great pictures.  And along with
those rodeo pictures of cowboy Charlie, where you also got credit, you're
on your way, kiddo.  Dude, I am so proud of you."

"They only used my first name, but one name is classy, don't you think,
like Ritts or Mapplethorpe?  Hey, I gotta get this on film to show the
guys.  They, will, not, believe ..."

Eddie pulled out his ever-present camera, pointed it up and caught the
whole three-picture sequence.  "Got it.  OK, now we really gotta get to the
party.  Floor it, sir."

Hassan smiled.  He always loved his boy's bubbling excitement.  So he
floored it and the jeep sped back along Sunset.

<><> GRADY AND FELIPE TRADE GOSSIP <><>

By now the Grady House was getting busy, soon to be frenzied with activity.
Brian was kept busy manning the intercom, then speeding out to greet the
arrivals.  The buffet brunch was ready with a huge choice of dishes, many
kept warm on silver chafing dishes.

"OK, break time, guys," Danny said.  "I'll take the first shift topping up
the dishes as needed, not a difficult job."  He smiled, "Felipe, don't you
have a date with someone out there?  You don't have to if you don't feel
like it – just because he's this big celebrity."

"I want to, Danny. Not because he's a movie star but because I like him.
He was so nice to me."

Kyle laughed.  "You're under his spell, kiddo, like millions of people
worldwide.  Except you actually get to sit with him and talk – as he
said, `in private ... just you and me'."

Felipe couldn't help feeling a little nervous, especially when he emerged
from the safety of the kitchen to a world buzzing with activity, loud
voices and laughter.  There was an especially noisy crowd round the bar
that Danny's lover Tommy had set up under a big shade tree.

Felipe stopped for a moment, disoriented, then Bob was at his elbow with
his reassuring voice.  "How's it going in there, Felipe?  You guys did a
great job with this huge brunch.  The guys have descended on it like a pack
of wolves."

"It was mostly the experienced chefs, sir.  I just did as I was told.  I
love working with them."

Just then a voice broke through the hubbub of the crowd.  "Hey, there you
are, Felipe.  Get your ass over here."

Grady was sitting under a tree with Mario, and Felipe approached them
shyly.  Grady reached up, grabbed the boy's wrist and pulled him down next
to him.  Mario smiled, "Uh-oh, guy gossip.  Time for me to leave and take
care of our guests.  Everyone treating you well, bambino?"

"I'm having a great time, thank you, sir.  I'm on break now."

"Which means he's all mine," Grady said.  "Mario, you said you have guests
to attend to?"

"OK, I can take a hint, amore.  I know when I'm not wanted."

Grady leaned over and gave him a warm kiss.  "You're always wanted, buddy,
you know that.  Don't go far."  Mario got up and they watched him walk into
the crowd and greet the guests.  "Look at that, Felipe, so fucking
gorgeous, so sexy.  I couldn't make it without him, dude ... all of this,
the job, the fame.  He's my rock.  I'm crazy in love with him."

His eyes watered a little, then he laughed and turned to Felipe.  "But this
is our time, kiddo, just you and me.  I've been dying to talk to you.  Here
sit against the tree.  Grady sat facing him, both of them with their legs
crossed in front of them.

Grady reached forward and held the boy's hands. With his back to the crowd
Grady was blocking Felipe's view, so all he could see was Grady's face, the
same handsome face he had stared up at in awe on the movie screen.  And now
here he was, holding his hands and smiling at him like his new best
friend."

"Dude, you have such a story to tell, they should make a movie of it.  But
listen, I don't wanna get into the early stuff if it hurts to talk about
it."

"Oh, I don't mind, sir.  I think I should talk about it, people should
know, `cos there are thousands of kids going through the same thing right
now, and most of them won't be as lucky as I've been.  I think of them all
the time.  Don't you think it's important for the public to see what I've
seen ... like, first hand?"

Grady squeezed his hands.  "You're absolutely right, amico.  And when all
the legal stuff is settled for you, I'll help you get the story out.  I'm
sure my studio would get behind a project like that, with all the resources
they have.  But OK, now it's just you and me, so spill, kiddo."

Gaining in confidence all the time, Felipe started from when he graduated
from the Culinary School and worked for the English family, until he felt
so threatened he had to leave.

"But how do you make a huge decision like that, Felipe?  I mean, to brave a
three-thousand-mile trek all alone through hostile countries?"

"You do what you have to do, sir.  And I always wanted to see America, I'd
heard so much about it and seen so many movies."  He blushed.  "Like yours,
sir.  When I saw you in those Tarzan movies, I ... I dunno, maybe I thought
everyone here looked like you.  On my darkest days I used to think of you
and hope to meet guys like you.  It kept me going.  In a way, sir, you were
my inspiration."

"Really?" Grady asked, engrossed.  "I never thought of it like that.  Quite
a responsibility."  He smiled. "And in the end you really did fall into a
group where all the men and boys are buff and handsome.  But kiddo, that
Grady on the screen was not the real me.  This is the real me, sitting in
front of you.  But enough about me.  Tell me about your travels.  It's hard
to believe you did that all alone.  It's an epic, dude.  So tell me some of
the things that happened along the way.

<><> AN INTIMATE FRIENDSHIP <><>

Watching from across the lawn Bob said to Mario, "Look at Grady, and look
at the light in Felipe's eyes.  He has the feeling he's the only person in
Grady's world right now."

"And he is, Bob.  Grady has the uncanny knack of segmentation.  He can
focus on one person or one thing and totally block out the rest of the
world.  It often saves his sanity.  I've watched him at the studio.  It can
be chaos all around him, raised voices, lost tempers and he'll sit quietly
in the middle of it all concentrating on his script.

"It's the same when he makes love.  When he looks at me I am the only
person in his world and that is so sexy, so powerful."

"Actually, Mario," Bob smiled, "I believe you are the only person who
really matters in his world.  He's told me often he would willingly give
all of it up – the fame and fortune – and go and live quietly with
you in that little house he still has among the trees of Laurel Canyon."

"Meanwhile, Bob, it's moments like this one now that enable him to forget
the pressures of his job.  He is absolutely entranced with Felipe."

That was true.  At that moment Grady was squeezing Felipe's hands saying,
"No, really?  He really said that?"  Felipe was telling him the story of
the truck driver who had given him a lift across the desert, but threatened
to push him out and leave him if Felipe didn't suck his cock.

"So what did you do, kiddo?"

"What could I do, sir?  I would have died alone in the desert.  So I sucked
his cock."

"And you'd never sucked cock before?  Did you hate it?"

"Surprisingly no, sir.  He wasn't bad looking and, it was OK.  I didn't
swallow his cum, though.  Not like I do Jamie's and Mark's."

After relating more of his adventures, including swimming across the river
into the U.S., they came to his living on the Malibu beach and meeting
Jamie.

"After we met I waited the next day, sure Jamie wouldn't come back.  But he
did, and even then I was scared to talk to him again.  I watched him
surfing on his own and I almost lost my nerve, but at the last minute I ran
down to the water and he saw me.  Don't you think there are moments like
that, sir, split-second decisions that can entirely change your life?  It's
kind of scary that any moment of any day you can make the wrong decision
and ruin everything."

"You're absolutely right, kiddo.  I struggle with stuff like that all the
time.  It's scary, like you say. So anyway, getting down to the nitty
gritty, Jamie then fucked you?"

"No, sir.  The first night I watched Mark fuck Jamie as he always does and
he included me – `two for the price of one' Mark called it, and he
fucked me – first time in my life.  The next night Jamie asked me to
fuck him, another first.  So it wasn't till the next day, in the garden,
that Jamie fucked me, and I knew I was in love."

"And that's it for sex?"

Felipe blushed.  "Well, no sir.  The next day I went down to the gym for a
workout with Randy."

"Ah yes," Grady laughed, "The famous initiation.  And he fucked you and you
fell in love, right?"

"I ... I think I did a bit, sir."

"Randy is the most incredible fuck, kiddo.  He is so totally masculine,
exudes it, so dominant.  I love it when he treats me rough, actually the
only man who ever does.  The rest are sweet and loving to me.  Er, I see
over your shoulder that the twins are hovering."

"Oh, that must mean it's my turn to freshen and restock the buffet, sir.
But, er, I like talking to you ... can we do it again someday."

"Of course we're going to, amico.  Very soon.  I have loved spending time
with you, it has meant a whole lot to me."

Grady leaned forward and kissed him, but before Felipe could stand up an
outburst attracted everyone's attention – the arrival of Eddie and
Hassan.

Eddie strutted in and announced, "Gather round, guys, I have something to
show you that you ... will ... not ... believe."  He whipped out his camera
and the boys gathered round, the men looking over their shoulders.  "Hassan
just took me to the Sunset Strip and this is what we saw."

As he played back the short video of rotating pictures there were loud
exclamations ... "Oooh", "Wow", "He looks sensational, dude ..."

"But look in the bottom corner guys.  See that?  Photos by Eddie!  They're
all mine, dudes.  I'm gonna be famous."

Felipe had turned round to look, like everyone else, and now he swiveled
back to face Grady, whose smile had faded.  Felipe said, "Sir, you look
incredible in those pictures, so beautiful, like a real star ... like a god
..."

"No, no don't say that, buddy."  Urgently Grady grabbed Felipe's hands
again.  "Please don't say that.  That's not me in those pictures.  The real
me is right here facing you, your friend.  But now you'll be too
intimidated to hang out with me and talk like we did.  Please, Felipe,
you're still my friend aren't you, like we were just now?  Please say you
are."

"Of course, sir. I know what you mean, and I haven't changed, nor have
you. We're still friends."

"See, this is how it starts, kiddo, with the billboards. They told me the
publicity blitz was starting and I'll have to travel all over the country
for public appearances, interviews, press conferences, with flashbulbs and
cheers and applause ... and I hate all that.  I just wanna stay here with
you and the guys," Grady said plaintively.

Felipe leaned forward and kissed the tears running down his cheeks.  Then
he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, looked up and saw Mario smiling down
at him.  "Sir, I have to go back to the kitchen.  Will you ... will you
...?

"I'll take care of him, bambino, don't worry.  I'm so glad you had this
talk with him, and I'm sure there will be many more.  Felipe squeezed
Grady's hand one last time, then got up and walked toward the twins.  As
they turned toward the house, Felipe looked back over his shoulder for a
last look at Grady ... but he had gone.  The spot on the grass under the
tree was empty.

<><> THE GYPSY & THE COP TEAM UP <><>

An uncomfortable silence settled over the crowed and Eddie, predictably,
was the first to speak.  "Oh god, me and my big mouth.  This is all my
fault.  I shouldn't have flaunted those pictures and reminded Grady of the
all the publicity that's coming."

"No, Eddie," Felipe said.  "I was the one talking to Grady, I must have
said something wrong.  It's my fault."

Grady's boy Brian wheeled up in his wheelchair and held Felipe's hand.  "No
dude, it wasn't you.  I watched Grady and you and I could tell he was
loving talking to you.  I know Grady, I can read him like a book, and I've
seen that happy look so often.  You couldn't possibly have said anything
wrong."

"Boys, neither of you is at fault," Mario said.  "This is just something
that's been worrying Grady, something he has to work out for himself –
with our help."  He flashed a desperate glance at Bob, who recalled Mario's
early plea to him about enlisting Randy's help.  So Bob in turn gave Randy
a pleading look.

Randy, wearing a black sleeveless T-shirt, was sitting at a nearby table
with Mark, who was still in his cop uniform, having come straight from a
night shift he had worked so as to get the weekend off.  The two men had
watched and heard the whole uncomfortable turn of events and now a troubled
silence hung over the whole crowd.

Randy sighed, casually took a swig of beer and wiped the back of his hand
over his mouth.  He stood up and said, "OK guys, listen up.  This is all
bullshit and, like Mario said, it's nobody's fault.  Eddie, those pictures
you took were terrific and I'm glad you shared them with us.  Felipe, Brian
was right, your chat with Grady did him a power of good.  Nah, this is a
problem I have to fix.  So leave it to me, guys, and enjoy your party.
I'll take care of Grady and make everything right, trust me."

And they did.  When the boss said he'd fix a problem he always did – in
one way or another.

"Hey, Mark.  You ready for us to do our usual perimeter checkup, make sure
there's no holes in the security around here?"

"Sure thing, Randy."  Mark stood up, unbuttoned his black uniform shirt,
shrugged it off and hung it over the back of the chair.  "OK, buddy, let's
go."

Randy winked at Bob and they walked off.

Mario said to Bob.  "Amico, I am so glad you and Randy are here.  Grady was
thrown by seeing those pictures of himself, a reminder of the publicity
grind that's coming.  As I told you earlier, I know just what he needs, and
Randy knows it too.  Grady's about to have a rough time – and he's going
to love every minute of it."

<><> A HOTSHOT MOVIE STAR?  NAH!  <><>

As Randy and Mark walked round the edge of the expansive grounds Mark
checked the security cameras and Randy made sure there were no gaps in the
dense hedges and fences surrounding the property.  And as they walked, they
talked.

"Have you seen Grady like this before, bro?" Mark asked.

"Oh yeah.  Just a few months ago he had a major funk, was threatening to
give up the whole business and go live a quiet life in a little house with
Mario.  But that would have thrown hundreds of people out of work and cost
the studio a fortune so I read him the riot act. Told him what a selfish
asshole he was and fucked the shit out of him.  That's all it took.

"But you know, Mark, you've gotta feel sorry for the guy.  He's under huge
pressure all the time.  I mean, if you don't show up to work for a day or
two, some other cop covers your shift.  But like I said, if Grady don't
show he could throw the entire crew out of work and cost the studio
millions.  At this stage in his career he's such a major star he'd be
impossible to re-cast.  With all that riding on his shoulders, no wonder he
cracks up sometimes.

"Plus he has to keep in perfect shape, watch his diet and work out daily
with me.  I really bust his chops in the gym and I can see he'd much rather
just crawl back into bed.  I swear, if he didn't have Mario, his kid Brian
and young Danny to take care of him he'd go to pieces."

Mark frowned. "But what I don't get, dude, is you saying he needs to be
torn down rather than built up."

"Oh, he gets built up all the time – at work with a crew that worships
him, who'd do anything for him, and in public with all the screaming fans,
paparazzi, fawning press.  That's hard to live up to, Mark.  So he craves
the reverse, to be looked down on instead of up to.  He wants to be
dominated."  Randy grinned.  "And I think you and me can handle that,
officer."

"I'll follow your lead, buddy."

It wasn't long before they reached a far corner of the ground and found
him.  Grady was in his favorite escape spot, hidden from view in a grove of
trees.  He was sitting on the ground against a tree, barefoot in red
lifeguard shorts and a loose tank, arms folded round his knees, face buried
between them.  He heard their voices.  "Here he is, feeling real sorry for
himself."

He looked up and managed a weak smile.  "Hey, guys, what are you doing
here?"

"Kinda déjà vu all over again, eh dude?" Randy said.  "Last time I
found you here you were threatening to quit your job, run away and become a
monk, living in the trees with your lover.  What's it this time, work got
too much for you again?"

Grady sighed.  "It's not the work, Randy, I can handle that.  I actually
enjoy it with Jamie, Nate and Eddie with me all the time.  We have a good
time.  No it's the other side of it.  I love being an actor, I hate being a
movie star.

You saw those pictures Eddie took – damn he's a good photographer.  When
that wonderful kid Felipe saw them he looked at me differently, said I
looked like a god.  Guys, I hate that, I just wanna be his pal.  I hate the
way the crew treats me like royalty.  I hate being admired, catered to,
screamed at by fans, followed by paparazzi.  I hate the fucking red carpet.
And when this PR blitz begins it's gonna be brutal.

"You know me, Randy, I just wanna be one of the guys, I wanna go out with
Mario, stroll down the street, hang out in a restaurant.  But I can't `cos
I'm a celebrity, I'm a big fucking movie star.  I can't get away from it.
It's killing me."

He stopped and stared up at the two muscular men – the dark gypsy with
the long hair, wearing jeans and a sleeveless black T-shirt – the blond
cop with chiseled features, in black cop uniform pants, high motorcycle
boots but no uniform shirt, just a white T-shirt stretched over his ripped
torso.  Grady's dick got rock hard, especially when Randy spoke.

"Hmm, I don't see no celebrity, do you, officer?"

"A celebrity?  Hell no."

"Claims he's some hotshot movie star?  Do you see a movie star?"

"That neither," Mark shrugged.  "All I see is a guy who's pretty full of
himself, claims he's praised all the time, waited on, cheered, worshipped
even, like some fucking god on Mount Olympus."

"Damn straight ... the fucking arrogance.  Only thing you can do to an
asshole like that is pull him down off Mount fucking Olympus – show him
how mere mortals live.  Make him grovel."

"You mean, work him over, like I've seen some dirty cops work over a
suspect who mouths off to them?"

"Yeah just like that.  That what you want, pretty boy?"

Grady groaned, "Yeah."

"Yeah?  Yeah?" Randy snarled.  "That all you got?"

"Yes please?"

"Damn, it's like pulling teeth," Mark said.  "If I was interrogating a
suspect and all I got was this, hell, I'd start slapping him around till he
cooperated."

"OK, yes please, sirs.  I want it, can't you tell?  I'll do anything ..."

"Even crawl?"

"Yes, sir.  I can do that."

Randy and Mark took a few steps back and Grady stared up at them as they
pulled off their T-shirts and dropped them on the ground.  They folded
their arms across their bare chests and Randy growled.  "OK, pretty-boy
movie-star.  Let's see what you got."

God how he wanted it.  These were the gods, these macho musclehunks studs,
and he wanted to worship them.  He wanted it in the worst way.

And the worst way was how he got it.

<><> THE LIFEGUARD BREAKS <><>

Grady rolled over onto his belly, and began to drag himself across the
grass.  Man that looks hot," Randy said.  "Look at the ass under those
lifeguard shorts.  Hey, we got ourselves a lifeguard captain, officer."

At first Grady kept his eyes on their faces, but as he got closer he
focused on the discarded shirts that had fallen on their boots – the
gypsy's work boots and the cop's motorcycle boots.

When he reached the shirts a voice above him growled. "Eat `em."  He
clamped his mouth over the cop's T-shirt, bit down on it and felt the sweat
oozing from it down his throat. He spat the shirt out, moved over to the
muscle T and inhaled the rancid smell of the gypsy's sweat.

"Now the boots."

The degraded action star, flat on his belly, eagerly licked first the work
boots then the cop's boots.  After he licked them clean he looked up for
the men's approval.  But he groaned when he saw the men kissing each other
passionately.  "No," he moaned and wrapped his hands round the cop's boot.
Slowly, painfully, he pulled himself forward, up the shiny black boot, then
farther up the leg and hooked his fingers over the cop's heavy black belt.

They stopped kissing and Mark said, "Well, will you look at that buddy?
Our tame movie star wants in on the action.  What d'ya think?"

"Ah, guess we can toy with the stud for a while." Randy reached down,
grabbed Grady's tank and hauled him up. He paused halfway up and looked
down at the muscled jock hanging from his shirt.  "Handsome son-of-a-bitch
lifeguard captain, I'll give you that dude.  Come up here, I wanna see how
you taste."

Randy pulled him all the way up on his feet, ripping part of the shirt.  He
held him still, shirt bunched in his fist, then clamped their mouths
together hard, forcing his tongue in deep.  Feeling he was suffocating, the
jock struggled but the gypsy had him trapped.  When at last Randy pulled
away Grady was gasping, and Randy snarled, "What do you say, asshole?"

"Thank you, sir," he stammered.

"There's a good captain – you're learning.  OK, officer, grab his arms."
Mark got behind the jock, grabbed his wrists and forced his arms up behind
his back in a painful double hammer lock. He was trapped, his bulging chest
helplessly exposed to his other tormentor.

Randy stood facing him, pierced him with his blue eyes and searched to read
his expression.  The former anguish, fear and confusion had disappeared,
replaced by the sexual craving that Randy had seen in so many men's eyes.
Yeah, this is what the man wanted, just what he needed.  So Randy got to
work.

While Mark held him tight, helpless, Randy pinched his nipples hard through
the tank.  Grady groaned, then Randy ripped the tank wide open and worked
the bare nipples even harder, digging in with his nails. Grady's handsome
faced grimaced in pain and his moans grew louder as tears sprang to his
eyes.

"Damn he looks hot," Randy grinned.  "Gives me a fucking boner."

"You too, eh bro?  I need someone to service my dick, man."

"Well I sure ain't gonna suck your dick, officer, so we better use the
captain here."  Randy took up a boxers stand and flicked his fists at the
captive's bare torso in a series of pec punching and ab punching, with
increasing force.  "I can pummel you senseless, man, or you can end it by
begging to suck our cocks."

"I ain't gonna suck your dick, man," the captain said defiantly, which
angered Randy and made him punch harder.  "Man, I enjoy using a defiant
young lifeguard as my punching bag.  Hell, I ain't even started with you,
asshole."

The captive winced as the muscular gypsy showed off his strength.  Grady
flexed his pecs and abs hard to withstand the blows, but the hits to his
chest soon became so savage that he had to submit.  "OK, OK, I give up," he
pleaded. "I can't take any more."

"You know what you have to do, stud.  Tell me."

"I wanna suck your dick, sir.  Please, I can't take this.  I want your
dick.  I'm begging you, man, please shove your dick in my throat."

Randy grinned triumphantly.  "Let's have that tank, you won't be needing it
anymore."  He ripped the last shreds of the shirt off his chest and wound
it into a rope.  "Let him go, Mark."

Mark released him. Randy spun him round and tied his wrists behind his back
with the ripped tank. He yanked his shorts down and tossed them aside.
"Damn, look at that ass."  He slapped it a few times, watching the firm
white globes of the flawless ass bounce under the blows.

Randy and Mark faced him and took a step back to get a good look.  "Let's
see if you can get free, stud."  Grady struggled, pulling helplessly
against his bound wrists, muscles bulging with the strain.

"Damn that's hot," Mark said, "a fucking wet dream, musclehunk lifeguard
butt naked.  Just look at that ripped body struggling, man ... flawless.
And that chiseled face wincing in pain.  And you see that dick of his?
Hard as a rock.  Man, he really gets off on this stuff."

"Yeah, buddy, but watch this.  OK stud, you ain't goin' nowhere, except
where I tell you.  So I wanna hear it.  Tell me what you want, big guy."

The bound man looked pleadingly at them.  "I wanna suck dick, sir.  I need
it so bad.  I want your dick in my mouth."

"Thought you'd never ask," Randy grinned.  "OK, captain, on your knees."
Grady sank humbly to his knees, his face inches from the bulges in their
pants. "You wanna go first, officer?"

"Yeah.  Come here, stud."  Mark grabbed his tousled dark hair and yanked
his face forward so his mouth clamped over the bulge in the cop's uniform
pants.  He bit down on the rough black serge and felt the cock swell
underneath.  When he started to choke, Mark pushed his face back, unzipped
his pants and pulled out his long stiff rod.  The bound prisoner obediently
opened wide and the cop drove his cock down his throat.

Staring down at the lifeguard's handsome face, tears running down his face
as the rod pistoned in his mouth, Mark said, "Dammit, Randy, this guy is
such a huge fucking turn-on I'm real close to busting a load down the
fucker's throat."

"Nah, not yet, officer.  My turn now."  Randy ripped open his jeans and
pulled out his massive cock.  He reached over and grabbed Grady's hair.  In
one quick move he yanked the captive's face off Mark's cock and plunged it
down on his own beer-can thick shaft, with a satisfied grin as the
lifeguard choked.

As he face-fucked the kneeling man Randy growled, "Look at the hotshot
captain now, buddy.  Not so fucking arrogant now, eh, no applause, no
worship. He's naked on his knees, worshiping cock ... total humiliation.
His lifeguard crew should see their boss now, degraded, begging for cock.
They'd spit on him, line up to get their own dicks sucked by their
groveling captain."

They took him in turn and Grady's degradation was complete, his mouth
forced down on first one thick rod then the other.  When Randy saw that he
was reaching his endurance limit he pushed his head back and the broken man
stared up at him, his mouth sagging open, drool running down his chin,
tears streaming down his cheeks, a picture of humiliation and defeat.

"OK, man, you're done.  You're nothing.  A piece if shit nothing.  Let me
hear you say it, captain, you who boasts about being a top man everyone
worships.  Tell me what you really are."

The handsome face winced.  "I'm nothing, sir.  A piece of shit nothing."

"So tell me what the naked piece of shit nothing wants now."

"I want to you fuck my ass, sir.  Please, I need to feel your dick in my
ass."

"Thought so," Randy grinned.  "No surprise there.  OK, officer, you hear
that?  Let's finish off this piece-of-shit nothing."  Randy raised his leg,
put his foot on the kneeling man's shoulder and shoved hard, sending him
sprawling on the ground on his back. "There he is, Mark, he's all yours,
buck naked.  I'll hold him down while you do the honors."

"It'll be a pleasure, boss."

Randy knelt behind Grady's head, reached forward, grabbed his ankles and
pulled his legs far back, giving the cop a straight shot at his ass.  Mark
knelt down and grinned.  "No need for spit.  The captain here lubed my cock
when I shoved it down his throat."  Mark smiled down at the handsome face
streaked with spit and tears.  "Brace yourself, big guy.  A cop's gonna
shove his nightstick up your ass."

"Aaah" Grady moaned as he felt the thick rod driving into him.  His head
rolled from side to side on the grass, and when he looked up he saw Randy
leaning over him from behind, his monster dick swinging over his face,
dripping pre-cum on his face.  By now he was so close to orgasm and too
weak to hold back.

The sight of the muscular, shirtless blond cop pounding his ass, and the
thought that he was about to get fucked next by the gypsy's massive schlong
dripping down on him, was all total overload and his heart pounded.  "Not
the big tough captain now, are you?  So submit to the cop like the piece of
shit you are.  Spill your load, asshole.  That's an order ..."

Grady watched the cop's magnificent body tense, his muscles flex, and felt
his cock erupt deep in his ass.  "Aaagh."  Grady's scream rang round the
garden as his own cock reared up and a long plume of semen rose in the air
and splashed down on his own heaving chest and thrashing face.  He slumped
exhausted and waited for the thing he had craved all along.

Randy and Mark traded places and it was the cop's dick that now dripped cum
on his face while Randy knelt at his ass.  Randy stroked his cock and
smiled.  "No stranger to this guy, eh, dude?  This is what you wanted all
along."

"Yes, sir," Grady moaned.  "But ... but I just shot a massive load, and
..."  Randy's eyes flashed.

"Are you saying you can't cum for me, asshole?  Me!  When I fuck you, man,
you shoot a handsfree load or I'll fucking rip your ass wide open. Is that
clear ... is that fucking clear to you?"

"Yes, sir.  Sorry, sir."

"OK, fucker, you know how this goes by now."  Randy rammed his cock deep
inside Grady's already tender ass, pulled all the way out, then plunged in
again.  Grady reflexively struggled to free his hands still tied behind his
back, but Randy leaned forward and pinned his shoulders to the ground.

The naked, bound jock stared up into Randy's swarthy face, his long hair
whipping down over it as he pounded ass.  Grady was drowning in the
hypnotic laser-blue eyes and gave himself over completely to the pain and
the exhilaration of being dominated by this gypsy savage.  He was sobbing
now, as all the fear and frustration that had built up in him now
evaporated in the ecstasy of being overpowered, broken and humiliated by
this magnificent man.

"That's it, buddy, let it all out.  And whenever you feel bad about your
life, you come to me and I'll take care of you.  And now, you gorgeous
fucking stud, you are gonna shoot for me like you always do.  And I'm gonna
unload in your ass because I love watching the movie hunk, famous all over
the world, shoot his load just for me. Look into my eyes and do it, you
know you have to.  Here we go, dude."

Randy turned savage, piledriving his ass, staring down at the struggling
jock.  Grady watched the muscled gypsy flex, felt the massive cock
ramrodding his ass, and watched the gypsy howl as he poured semen deep
inside him.  Convulsed in heaving sobs, Grady was hardly aware of his own
spontaneous orgasm spraying another load of jizz over his writhing body.

<><> A REALLY FUN TRIP <><>

Randy quickly untied Grady's wrists and scooped him into his arms.  "That's
it, buddy, it's over.  That's what you needed, and, damn, you got it.
You're incredible, dude, you deserve all the applause and adoration you
get.  Except you don't get it from me," he grinned.  "All you get from me
is a good ol' caveman fuck."

As he regained his breath and his sobs died down Grady looked up at Mark,
"Thank you Mark.  You are fucking gorgeous.  And you Randy, I can't begin
to ...  But now ..."

"Now you want Mario," Randy smiled, "of course you do.  Don't worry, he'll
be right with you."

Randy stood up, picked up the shirts and tossed Mark's to him.  "Come on,
officer.  Our work here is done.  He threw his arm over Mark's shoulder and
they walked back across the grounds.  The hushed crowd looked up
expectantly as the men approached, bare-chested, shirts thrown over their
shoulder.

"Relax, guys," Randy grinned, "he's just fine.  He got what he needed, now
all he needs is Mario."  Mario stood up. "Thank you, Randy. You too Mark.
I love you guys."  He walked quickly away, knowing exactly where Grady
would be.  He found him lying naked on the grass, eyes closed.  He knelt
down and kissed him gently on the lips."

Grady opened his eyes, smiled and murmured, "Mmm ..." and pulled Mario down
with him.  Mario smiled, "Did you get everything you needed, amore?"

"And then some," he grinned.  "Buddy, I will never again complain of being
on a pedestal.  Being pulled off it and degraded is really hard work
... and a whole lot of fun."  He flashed Mario that gleaming smile that was
special for him and always made Mario hard.  Grady sighed, "I'm sorry I
behaved so weirdly, dude, but think I can face that PR stuff, now ... I
think."

"Oh, I've been thinking about that, amico.  Listen, whenever a big star
like you goes on a promotional tour he always has an entourage to take care
of him – guys like a personal assistant, photographer, even hair and
makeup.

"So I just called George, our liaison at the studio publicity department,
and talked to him about it.  He said of course you must have people with
you, people you felt comfortable with ... though maybe not hair and makeup.
He made sure I would be coming with you as your personal manager.  And he
said you should have a photographer for candid shots and maybe someone from
the crew to field technical questions.

"George urged us to bring Eddie as traveling photographer as they were so
impressed by the publicity pictures he's already taken.  And he suggested
Jamie and Nate as they were pivotal to the production, and worked so
closely with Grady.  They would be invaluable in explaining all the
intricacies of the surfing scenes.  He anticipates a lot of questions about
that, seeing as it's a lifeguard movie shot mostly at the beach.

He also made clear that Grady and his entourage would travel on the
studio's corporate jet.  I know the boys would love that, but I thought I'd
run it by you first before I asked them.  Grady, we could have a really fun
trip, take a lot of the pressure off you."

Grady laughed.  "Mario, you're a genius ... and gorgeous, and sexy, and
smart, a perfect lover, a terrific fuck and ..."

"Hey, stop right there, Grady, or I'll have to be pulled down from my
pedestal."

"Yeah, and you wouldn't like all the rough stuff, Mario, that's my
territory.  But dude, I know that tonight we'll have all the guys staying
over, but we will make love tonight won't we?"

"Dumb question, amico.  All night if you like.  Come on, let's go tell the
boys about our plans for the trip."

Mario stood up, pulled Grady unsteadily to his feet, and they went back to
join the party.

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 588


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