Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2018 21:51:46 -0400
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 410  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 410
By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 410 – "NEW BOY FINN GETS TRIPLE TEAMED"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

Miguel's new boy Finn attempts to find out where he belongs in the tribe.
He faces the judgement of the senior boys, all of whom welcome him –
except the boss's boy Pablo who is hostile.  Dejected and rejected Finn is
embraced by the Miguel's small family of Zack and Darius.  The three rugged
leathermen subject Finn to an erotic initiation where he is tag-teamed by
them as the price of admission.

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************ In the previous chapter *************

Finn had been tainted by his life as a hustler, which left him suspicious
of men and their motives.  But when he met the ruggedly handsome Miguel he
began to change as Miguel worked hard to mold him into his boy.

Ass Miguel tried to build confidence and trust in the hesitant young man
the biggest hurdle was sex.  Finn had previously had sex with men only for
money and insisted he was always a top man.  But his overwhelming
attraction to Miguel changed him and, in a final transformative act, Miguel
at last entered his ass and Finn gave himself to his new master, body and
soul.

"Now you really are my boy, Finn.  See, we had to settle all that first
– settle us.  We're solid now and it's the rock we'll build on.  Next we
gotta work out your place in the tribe."

"That's still a bit scary, sir.  I mean, with the other boys and all."

"I know, I know, but you mustn't be scared.  You're my boy and I'll take
care of you.  Think about how far you've come already.  Young Eddie's your
best pal and that means a lot.  And at home you are becoming part of my
little family with Zack and his boy Darius.  Zack's my lover and he will
love and protect you as I do.  As for Darius, he is actually the most
senior of the boys, super secure in himself and the best pal anyone could
have."

"But what about Pablo, sir?"

"Ah, yes.  Well Pablo's been Randy's boy ever since Randy rescued him from
a gang of thugs. He tries to copy Randy in everything – real tough,
quick to anger, free with his fists.  As the boss's boy he boasts of being
the head boy, but the other senior boys – Darius, Jamie, Nate and the
twins – just shrug that off as Pablo being Pablo."

Finn knew that, as a new boy, he would soon have to meet with the senior
boys, but Miguel said, "You'll do fine.  Just remember, you're my boy and
we don't take shit from anyone."

Finn wanted a job and asked if he could be the gardener at the tribe's
home.  That was readily agreed to and that same afternoon he began work in
the long-neglected garden.  But his work was interrupted when he had to go
to Pablo's apartment for his meeting with the senior boys.

Upstairs he faced the boys – Pablo in the middle flanked by Darius and
Nate on one side, Jamie and the twins on the other.  Darius said, "Like I
told you before, bro, this is just a meet and greet – give you a chance
to get to know us and for us to ask questions.  Actually I don't have any
questions `cos hell, you're living with us – Zack, Miguel and me."

The cheerful Aussie Nate said, "I just wanna say good on ya, mate, for
taking the gardener's job.  Good to have another bloke around, so welcome
aboard, dude."  Jamie said, "I echo that, and if you come by the office
tomorrow, Finn, we'll fill out the forms and put you on the payroll."  The
twins, Kyle and Kevin, were already familiar with Finn, and Kevin said, "We
know all we need to know and look forward to working with you, Finn.
Miguel is a lucky man."

Which left only Pablo, and Finn realized that this whole process was for
Pablo's benefit.  Pablo took a long, deep breath.  "First of all, boy, I'd
like to know why you wanted to join the tribe."

Finn shrugged.  "Well I didn't exactly – didn't know it existed.  Miguel
met me, thought I might be the boy he was looking for ... and it turned out
he was right.  We get along great.  I'm his boy, Miguel's part of the
tribe, so I guess that makes me one too."

"So being part of the tribe is nothing special for you?"

"I didn't say that, dude.  I've really liked all the guys I've met so far,
and they seem to like me.  They seem like a great bunch of guys."

Pablo looked pissed off, offended by Finn's casual attitude.  "You were a
hustler, weren't you?  Why did you choose that life?"  The guys shifted
uneasily at the question, but Finn didn't flinch.

"Yeah, I hustled for a living, but dude, nobody chooses that life.  I had
some problems as a kid, which I will not go into, and ended up on the
streets.  Hustling put a roof over my head and food in my stomach, simple
as that."

"But it's not exactly the healthiest kind of life –the sexually
transmitted diseases and all."

Finn bristled now.  "Look, I've been over this with Miguel and Doctor
Steve.  I got tested regular and have the paper to prove it.  The doc gave
me another test and I'm in the clear, so I'm as healthy as you are. The
only one I care about is Miguel and he loves me and we have great sex.  But
if you're too scared to have sex with me, Pablo, that's just fine with me."

"Sex with you?" Pablo said scathingly.  "Boy, I got Randy as my old man and
Tyler as my boy, so I sure as hell don't need sex with an ex-hustler."

"OK, that's it!"  Finn jumped to his feet.  "Just a meet and greet, I was
told, but this feels more like an inquisition.  I was told you guys didn't
look down on street guys like me `cos some of you came from the wrong side
of the tracks yourselves and made your masters proud of you.  That's all I
want to do – make Miguel proud of me.  And Pablo, you ain't gonna get in
the way of that.  Miguel rescued me just like Randy rescued you, so I don't
know what you've got against me, man, but I don't have to sit here and
listen to your bullshit.  I'm outa here."

"You don't leave until I ..." Pablo shouted, but Finn was gone.

The other guys turned on Pablo angrily, shocked by the turn the meeting had
taken.  Realizing Finn had got the better of him Pablo's anger blazed and
he rushed out of the room.  Downstairs he saw Finn running toward the gate.
"Stop," he yelled, "Get your ass back here or ..."  He rushed forward and
hurled himself at Finn, wrapping his arms round his waist in a football
tackle that sent them crashing to the ground.

Finn lay on his back expertly warding off Pablo's blows.  "I don't wanna
fight you, dude," Finn panted.  "I fought tougher guys than you, but I just
wanna get the hell out of here."

"Fucking wimp," Pablo yelled, kneeling across his chest. "Come on, fight,
damn you."  Finn's moves were defensive but Pablo was landing blows across
his face when Darius came racing out of the house and tried to pull him
off.

At the height of the uproar the gate opened and Miguel looked down in
horror.

"What the fuck?"

********************* CHAPTER 410 ***********************

Miguel reacted on instinct.  All he knew was that his boy was getting
attacked and he had to stop it.  It took the combined strength of Darius
and Miguel to pull Pablo off, his arms flailing, legs kicking wildly.
Miguel held him while Darius slapped Pablo's face hard, and the shock
jerked him back to some semblance of common sense.

Miguel knelt beside Finn.  "You OK, boy?  Can you move?  I gotta get you
out of here."

Finn was shaken more than injured and groaned, "I'm OK, sir.  No bones
broken."  Miguel helped him up and supported him round the waist.  "Come
on, let's get you across the street.  Darius, take Pablo inside and keep
him there."  He snarled at Pablo.  "I'll talk to you later, boy."

Outside the gate Finn was able to stand on his own and limp across the
street to their house with Miguel.  They were about to go in when Bob's
Mercedes drew up.  Bob had been at the Grady House in a business meeting
with Grady, the star of the popular Tarzan movies, and his lover Mario.
Bob had given Eddie a lift back here to work and he now lowered the window.
"What's the matter, guys?  What's happened?"

Pablo's attacked Finn, that's what," Miguel responded angrily.  Bob leapt
from the car, followed by Eddie.  "Is Finn hurt?  Are you OK, kid?"

"A few bruises, sir," Finn grinned ruefully.  "No bones broken."

Instantly Bob realized the seriousness of the situation.  "Where is Pablo
now?"

"Darius took him up to his room."

"OK, I'll go across and speak to them.  Eddie, go inside with Miguel and
Finn and stay with Finn.  Miguel, when you're ready come across and see
me."

Bob hurried through the gate to the main house and Eddie helped support
Finn into Zack and Miguel's house.  Eddie was concerned about his friend
but at the same time was inwardly agog at the turn of events.  Another
drama, and Eddie was in the thick of it!

In the bedroom Miguel poured a brandy for Finn who said pleadingly, "Sir,
it wasn't my fault, I swear it.  When I met with the senior boys they were
great, but when Pablo started to interrogate me I didn't like the tone of
his questions – about me being a hustler and all – so all I wanted
was to get out of there.  Please, sir, I'm telling the truth."

"I believe you, kid.  I know you wouldn't lie to me.  My first concern is
to make sure you're not injured.  Looks like he landed a few blows on your
face – you'll probably have a black eye."

"No sweat, sir."  Finn managed a weak grin.  "I've had plenty of battle
scars in my time."

"That's my boy.  If you're sure your OK I've gotta get across there and get
the other guys' version of events.  Though I know how those boys are.  They
are loyal to their own and probably won't to rat out on their buddy."

"Oh, no problem there, sir," Eddie said eagerly.

"How do you mean, Eddie?"

"Well, sir, those senior boy meetings are usually filmed.  I helped Darius
set up the equipment `cos Darius said there should be a record of the
meetings for prosperity.  He sometimes erases the disc if it's boring stuff
but this one sounds like a definite keeper."

"Jesus.  Thanks for that Eddie.  Will you stay and take good care of Finn
for me?  I'll try and straighten things out over there."

*******************************

After Miguel left them alone Eddie, with his exaggerated sense of drama,
fussed over Finn.  "Dude, you should sit back and take it easy – take
deep breaths.  You might have delayed shock or – what do they call it?
– that post dramatic shock thingy ..."

Finn couldn't help smiling.  "Eddie, I'm fine, really.  I've been in plenty
of fights in my life much worse than this.  I'm just real depressed is all.
Obviously I'm not gonna be accepted in the tribe after that.  If Pablo
blackballs me that's it.  I don't care as long as I can stay with Miguel,
but I don't see how that can happen if he stays living here with Zack and
Darius.  I don't wanna have to go back to hustling, Eddie."

"Hey, hey, dude ... you're galloping way ahead of yourself like a runaway
horse.  First of all, the Pablo thing.  Personally, I myself guessed that
something like this would happen.  See Pablo thinks he has to be like Randy
but he don't have Randy's experience.  He's got Randy's anger, though, and
it sounds like he lost his temper, that's all."

"But you should have heard him, Eddie, bringing up the hustler thing and
talking about sexual diseases.  He obviously don't like me, but why,
Eddie?"

"Oh that's easy.  First, your Miguel's, boy, and he knows Miguel is a match
for Randy any day of the week, which makes Pablo see you as a threat.
Crazy, I know, but it's that thing of him copying Randy in everything.

"Then there's Darius.  Darius and Pablo have been lovers for years and now
you come along and you'll be living with him and Zack.  Put two and two
together dude and you'll come up with a real mess.  See, Zack is Miguel's
lover, Darius is Zack's boy, so naturally you'll be real close to Darius
and maybe ease Pablo out."

"Stop it, Eddie, all this is crazy talk.  All I want to be is Miguel's
boy."

"And ...?" Eddie asked in a disappointed tone.

"And your best friend of course, dude."  Eddie gave a smug grin.  "And the
other guys were real friendly too, Eddie, but all this kinda complication
that's come out of nowhere ..."

"Ah, it'll all blow over, kid, always does.  Let's see now, I know about
this stuff and where it's going.  The men will get together and confront
Pablo.  Randy will criticize him, kinda, but deep down he'll admire Pablo
for getting tough and physical.  As usual, though, Bob will run the show,
and of course Miguel will be there to protect you.  So you got nothing to
worry about, kid."

"But after that, what happens?  I wish I had your confidence, Eddie."

******************************

Eddie was right about one thing – across the street Bob was running the
show.

When Miguel joined him in the master suite Bob said, "Miguel, I'm so sorry
about all of this.  It's probably a tempest in a teapot, but things like
this can get totally out of control, with men and boys taking sides and
shaking the tribe's foundations.  So I want the boys to get back to a
normal routine as soon as possible.

"The fact that Eddie told you the meeting is on film helps a lot, so we can
avoid all that he-said-he-said kind of stuff.  Let me call Darius."  He
pulled out his cell phone. "Hey, Darius, I want you to do a couple of
things for me.  Eddie tells us you routinely film those meetings, right?
Good, so we won't need to interrogate the other boys and put them in the
uncomfortable position of informing on their buddy.

"I want you to tell Nate, Jamie and the twins to get back to their normal
work routine.  You and Pablo bring the video to my place. I'm here with
Miguel and I've called Randy who's on his way."

And so, twenty minutes later in the master suite Bob sat with Miguel and
Randy, with a surly Pablo sitting behind them, while Darius cued up the
video on the TV.  It started from where Finn had come into the meeting, and
they watched with satisfaction as the senior boys warmly welcomed him to
the tribe.

The mood changed when Pablo took over the questioning.  It was clear that
his manner was hostile right from the start, with his emphasis on Finn's
past as a hustler and implying that there were even health implications
because of it.  They watched Finn rise to defend himself with a short
speech and then leave quickly.  Pablo shouted for him to stop, then
launched himself through the door after him.

The tape ended there and Bob said, "It seems that Pablo ran after Finn,
grappled with him and punched him while Finn tried to defend himself.  To
his credit Darius tried to pull Pablo off, and fortunately Miguel arrived
at that moment or the situation could have been a lot worse.  Er, Darius, I
don't think we need to keep you here unless you have anything to add."

"No, sir.  I don't think so."

"Well, thank you for the part you played in all this, Darius.  You did
well.  Now I would like you to go find Tyler and take him up to Pablo's
room.  The boy must be feeling scared and confused about what is going on
with the man he idolizes.  I know you'll be kind and consoling to him, so
stay with him until Pablo gets back."

With a quick glance at Pablo, Darius left the room and a silence followed,
broken by Randy who said to Pablo, "You shouldn't a' lost your cool like
that, boy ... but tell me how you brought him down.  Did you sack him with
that flying tackle I taught you?"

"Randy, please!" Bob said angrily.  "That is not helpful.  Pablo, now that
we have seen the video of the meeting this is your chance to speak."

Pablo stood with a surly look.  "What do you want me to say?"

"Well, your questions to Finn seemed very aggressive, focusing in on his
past like that.  Do you have something against Finn?"

"I was just doing my job ... keeping all the boys safe.  I mean, an
ex-hustler, you never know, you don't want him bringing in diseases when he
starts having sex with the guys."

Bob spoke quietly with the other two men but Randy had little to add.  He
didn't want to criticize Pablo directly as deep down he was loyal and
sympathetic to his boy, whose toughness and temper he had inherited from
Randy himself.

As for Miguel, in deference to Bob he did not want to fan the flames but
said simply.  "Pablo, you've seen a lot of new boys join the tribe, many of
them insecure and nervous.  Finn too comes from a troubled background and
was starting to adjust, but your line of questioning to Finn and your
subsequent attack have set him back and brought back his old fear of being
an outsider.  I believe you owe him an apology."

Bob sighed.  "Pablo, your aim to protect the boys, if that's really what is
was, is a sound one, but your questions and certainly your physical attack
were totally out of line.  You seem to forget that it is the master's job
to examine and approve of his boy and Miguel had already done that.  Your
temper was unworthy of you as a senior boy and there will be a lot of fence
mending to be done because of your recklessness.  So as a first step I
think you should apologize to Miguel.

Bob's response was so measured and restrained that Pablo recognized his
authority as a leader of the tribe and as Randy's lover.  So he stood up,
took a deep breath and looked Miguel square in the eye.  "Sir, I'm sorry
for the way I treated your boy.  Finn did not deserve that.  I apologize."

"Thank you, Pablo," Bob said. "Now it will be up to you senior boys to work
things out and see if any punishment is called for.  You all have your own
ways of doing that.  Pablo, go back to Tyler now and reassure him that he
is still loved.  Taking him to bed might be good for both of you."

"Thank you, sir."  With a last glance at Randy, seeing that glint in his
eye that they both recognized as a sign of father/son solidarity, Pablo
left the room.

Miguel sighed deeply.  "So where do we go from here, guys?"

"I think some distance would be good for a short while," Bob said, "as we
don't want this to flare up again while emotions are still running high.  I
don't think Finn should work in the garden for a week or so, so we'll find
a way to keep him at arm's length.  Miguel, I'm sure he's waiting for you
right now so go do your thing with him.  And I have a feeling that Randy
will be wanting a word or two with me."

"Damn straight" Randy growled.

*************************************

Bob switched off the TV with a sigh.  "And now, Randy, I suppose you're
gonna punish me for taking the lead in all this, upstaging you and
criticizing your boy.  So what's it to be – tie me down to the bed and
give my ass a caveman pounding?  Or make me crawl and then take your cock
doggy style?"

Randy stood up.  "Get on the bed, asshole."

Wearily Bob lay on his back on the bed and stared up at the rugged
construction boss in his usual dirt-stained work pants, boots and sweaty
tank top.  He was a fearsome sight with his long black hair, dark gypsy
features and heavily stubbled square jaw.  Most electrifying were the steel
blue eyes staring down like lasers.

Many men had trembled at the sight, but Bob was resigned to the inevitable
retribution.  Whenever Randy felt his dominance threatened he reasserted
it, proving that he was the master by driving his huge cock into the man's
ass.  Not that Bob objected.  It was that ultra-masculine dominance that
had first drawn Bob to him and he loved those moments where Randy, angry
from a tough day on the construction site, came roaring home and vented his
rage on him.

Which is what he expected now.  So he was amazed, as Randy glared down at
him, to see his swarthy features soften and suddenly break into a gleaming
smile.  "You really don't know, do you, buddy?  You really don't know how
much I love you.  The only man I could love that much is a real leader, a
dominant, super-masculine guy who everyone looks up to as the boss.  Plus,
the guy would have to be drop-dead gorgeous – sensational body and
beautiful face.

"That describes you, stud.  When you do that thing of taking charge like
you did just now I get a huge boner in my pants.  You are so fucking
... smart, so dominant but kind at the same time.  Damn, you know me,
buddy, I could never do that.  When a guy behaves like Pablo did I'd slug
him to teach him a lesson.  Except I could never do that to Pablo.  I love
the kid and I admire him, we're cut from the same cloth.  Hell, the way he
tackled that kid, just like I taught him ...  But we, er, won't go into
that again.

"Look, buddy, when I do my caveman thing and fuck you, you always think
it's revenge.  Truth is, when I see you ruling the roost, a handsome stud
alpha male, you turn me on so much I just gotta fuck you.  I'm real stoked
right now, but I ain't gonna fuck you this time.  I wanna treat you as the
boss you really are – and if that means me getting on my knees instead
of you, so be it."

Randy knelt on the bed between Bob's legs.  But instead of pushing his legs
up prior to fucking his ass, he leaned down, unzipped Bob's jeans and
pulled out his long hard cock.  "I love you, man, you know that – your
beauty, your strength and your mind.  Let me show you."

He leaned forward and licked the head of Bob's cock, pushing his tongue
against the hole to taste the pre-cum oozing from it.  Then he licked the
hard, sensitive corona at the base of the head, making Bob moan in ecstasy.
He pulled back a little and his ice-blue eyes pierced Bob's. "Now I'm gonna
make you cum, dude ... eventually."

He opened his mouth and took the full length of Bob's cock deep down his
throat.  As in all things sexual Randy was in a class by himself.  It was
as if he had no gag reflex, there was no choking as he swallowed Bob's
cock. He held it in deep for long seconds, then slowly pulled back, ran
pursed lips over the corona again, then went down again with his mouth wide
open and breathed hot air all round it.

An electrifying sensation radiated from Bob's cock throughout his body as
Randy teased, thrilled and frustrated him, bringing him to the brink of
orgasm time and again.  But more than anything it was the sight of Randy
that drove Bob wild.  He propped himself on his elbows and looked down at
the construction boss bent down on his knees, the long shaft driving into
the mouth of the stubbled gypsy face, his long black hair swinging around
it as it rose and fell.

Bob saw the muscles flex in his arms and broad shoulders under the greasy
tank top.  Randy knew just what he was doing and, even though this was an
act of worship, there was no doubt that Randy was in charge as he always
was when he had sex, no matter on top or bottom.

After feasting on Bob's cock for a long while he looked up and smiled.
"Now I wanna drink my lover's juice, so I'm gonna make you cum, bro."  He
lowered his mouth over the cock again, but this time used it as a piston
driving in faster and faster until Bob yelled, "Fuck, I love you, man. I'm
gonna cum ... I'm gonna shoot in your mouth.  Son of a bitch, swallow it,
man ... yeaahh!"

Bob felt the throat muscles clench round his cock as it erupted deep inside
his lover who gulped down every last drop.  Randy pulled up at last,
launched himself forward and kissed Bob voraciously, sharing back and forth
the bitter-sweet taste of his fresh juice"

When Randy pulled back at last Bob panted, "You gonna cum too, Randy?"

"Oh, yeah.  I made love to your cock, now I'm gonna make love to that
gorgeous face."  He got up on his knees astride Bob's chest and pulled his
dick out of his pants.  "Look at me, dude.  You know what I mean."

Their eyes met with an intensity that launched them into that private world
where they saw themselves reflected in each other to infinity.  "Man, you
are one sexy motherfucker," Randy growled.  "A face as beautiful as that,
only one thing a man can do to it.  Here it comes, buddy."  Randy stroked
his cock a few times, his muscles tensed, his eyes flashed and cum spurted
from his cock and splashed over his lover's face.

He stared down at Bob in awe.  "Man, that face with my cum all over it
... awesome ... most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He bent down and
licked his face, then wiped it dry with his hand.  "Thank you, man –
thank you for treating my boy so gently when he deserved much more."

"Well," Bob said, "we'll leave it to the senior boys to pass their judgment
on Pablo.  And we'll leave Miguel to reassure his boy Finn, with the help
of Zack and Darius.  That little family is tough.  They'll find a way of
showing Finn he belongs, despite the treatment he got over here."

There was a knock on the door and the twins opened it.  "Oh, sorry, sirs,"
Kyle said. "We didn't mean to interrupt.  We'll come back."

"Get your cute asses in here," Randy chuckled.  "Ain't nothing you haven't
seen before."

"OK, sir," Kevin smiled.  "We were just wondering what you want us to do
for dinner, after everything that's happened."

"I want it all to be as normal as possible," Bob said.  "It's a warm night
so dinner for everyone outdoors as usual.  I'll make sure Pablo and Tyler
are there too, for Tyler's sake if nothing else.  Only thing is, I'm sure
Zack and Miguel will have dinner over at their place with Darius and Finn.
So could you take something over there, a casserole or something that they
could warm up?"

Kyle said, "We already thought of that, sir.  Chicken pie – in the oven
as we speak.  Er, sir, we'd like to thank you for keeping this so low key
so it doesn't get out of hand.  We wish there was some way we could show
our appreciation for the way you handled it."

"Don't worry, kids," Randy grinned.  "I already took care of that."

***********************************

When Tyler was reunited with Pablo in his room Darius left them alone as
Bob had suggested.  As he passed the kitchen the twins flagged him down and
brought out a tray for him, containing a big pie dish, appetizers and
dessert.  "Bob assumes you four will be having dinner over there, dude,"
Kevin said.  "All you have to do with this is warm it up. So bon appιtit
– and give our love to Finn.  Tell him we're rooting for him."

Darius hurried back across the street to Zack's house, where Zack had just
come in from work and was sitting with Miguel and Finn.  After giving moral
support to Finn, Eddie had gone back home to have dinner with Hassan at
Steve's house (and tell his breathless tale, of course).

"Dinner, guys!" Darius announced, putting the tray on the table and the pie
in the oven.

Finn was looking none the worse for wear but had a dejected expression.  He
was telling Zack and Miguel what he had told Eddie – "Obviously I'm not
gonna be accepted in the tribe after that.  If Pablo blackballs me that's
it."  And like Eddie, the men reassured him that that was an over-reaction,
that he was still, and always would be, a member of this little family of
four.

"Finn," Miguel said, "you're my boy, and nothing's gonna change that.  I
told you, that's the rock we're gonna build on."

Darius, practical as ever, knew what was needed right now.  "Hey Finn,
could you help me set the table and bring drinks for the guys.  What do you
think, sir?  Martinis all round?  Sure feels like a martini day to me.
Come on dude, I'll show you how to make them just as the guys like them.
Very dry for Miguel – just wave the vermouth over it – and a dirty
martini for Zack – what else?" he grinned.

They went to the kitchen and Miguel said, "That boy of yours is terrific,
Zack.  Always upbeat and knows just how to cheer up his buddy, making him
feel like he's already one of the family."

"Which he is, bro, whatever Lord Pablo says.  Ah, that'll all blow over,
you'll see."

"I hope so, Zack.  But the dust has to settle and Bob thinks Finn should
stay away from the house for a while to avoid embarrassment for him and
make sure things don't flare up again."

"A sound idea, dude, but I'm not sure how you're gonna swing that."

The martinis arrived – "just what the doctor ordered," Zack said –
and they had a little buzz going by the time the boys served dinner.  The
conversation managed to steer clear of thin ice and Finn mostly listened
while Zack and Darius regaled him with past dramas of the tribe.

"Don't think that today's little dust up was unusual, Finn," Darius said.
"It was small potatoes compared with the early days where all these alpha
males were circling each other warily in a pissing contest to mark their
territory.  Still flares up occasionally to this day.  Hell, only a few
weeks ago Zack and Randy were at each other's throats ..."

"A bit too much information, kiddo," Zack interrupted with a grin.  "You
don't want Finn to think he's landed in the middle of a Martial Arts
contest ... no matter how close to the truth that is."

This light banter and raucous laughter took them through to coffee and
after-dinner drinks when there was a sudden knock on the door.  Finn
stiffened uneasily and Miguel rested his hand on his arm while Darius
opened the door.

"Buonasera signori, e scusa, I apologize for arriving unannounced and I see
I am interrupting your dinner."  Finn's jaw dropped at the sight of this
good-looking man with the Italian accent, dark hair and chiseled
Mediterranean looks.  Unlike most of the guys, who wore the usual uniform
of jeans and T-shirts, he was smart-casually dressed in beige linen pants,
striped slider sandals and a loose white dress shirt open halfway down his
chest.

"Mario, you're a surprise, and gorgeous as ever," Zack said.

Miguel smiled, "When we heard the knock you were the last person we
expected, but it's great to see you again, it's been too long.  Mario, let
me introduce my boy Finn.  Finn this is our good friend Mario.

Mario stood back surveying Finn with a warm smile.  "Ah si, molto bello.
The rumors said you were a handsome boy, Finn, but the reality is even
better than the rumors."  He shook Finn's hand.  "Nothing but the best for
Miguel, I see, which is just as it should be."

"Hello, sir. Are you the Mario everyone talks about who planned the garden
at the guys' house?"

"Ah, yes I am, amico, but I'm afraid I betrayed the garden I loved.  You
see, I found another love and deserted the first, which became a sad
wilderness.  However, I hear that the poor sad garden will soon have
another lover – yourself."

"Well, sir, I do love gardens and was going to make a start on that one
until ..."

"Yes, yes," Mario interrupted quickly, "I am familiar with that unhappy
event – you see, Finn, in this tribe everyone knows everything about
everyone in the speed of light.  But we do not need to dwell on unpleasant
things, it's a time to celebrate your arrival in this family."

"And for that you need a drink," Miguel laughed.  "What'll it be?"

"Hmm, do you have Campari?"

"Coming right up," Darius said.  "Soda?"

"No grazie, amico, straight Campari.  I take my drinks pure and simple –
like my men."

"Speaking of which, how is Grady?" Zack chuckled.  (He always thought of
Mario as Tarzan's mate as he and the handsome actor had been devoted lovers
for a long time.)

"Handsome, fun and sexy as ever.  He is even now charming a group of
executives at the house, a group who bore me to death, so I have escaped
for a short while before I return to rescue him.  I'll make some excuse
like the house being on fire or something."

"So we are your safe house, eh?" Miguel laughed.  "But I hope you don't
have to resort to torching yours when you get back."

"I will try to stay away from the matches, amico," Mario smiled and sipped
his Campari.  "But it was not just an escape that brought me here, mi
amici, nor the undeniable pleasure of your company.  I came for a word with
you, Finn.  I have heard so much about you on the tribe's grapevine that I
feel I know you well already, which makes me bold enough to offer a
suggestion."

They hung on his words as he took another sip of his drink.  "I have been
speaking on the phone with Bob, who told me you had been hired as the new
gardener.  However, it is such a big job that Bob wondered if I could come
by and help you, Finn, and pass on some of my gardening and landscaping
knowledge."

"I would really need that, sir, if you could.  See, I'm fairly new to
gardening."

"Bene.  I would be delighted to, amico.  Unfortunately I will be tied up at
the Grady House for the next week or so as I have started on a landscaping
project there to transform a neglected section of the garden.  I was on the
verge of hiring someone to help me when I got Bob's call and suddenly
... how you say ... the light bulb went on?  But it would be asking a big
favor of you Finn, so please feel free to say no."

Mario chose his words carefully. "I was wondering, Finn, if you would
consent to be my assistant for a week at the Grady House.  That would help
me enormously and give you an opportunity to learn about gardening and
landscaping, which you could later apply in your own garden."

Mario frowned.  "The only thing is, the hours would be long, so here is the
presumptuous part of my plan.  I would be delighted to invite you and Mario
as guests of the Grady House for a week.

"We have many guestrooms as Miguel knows. Our charming boy Brian would tend
to your needs and we have a gourmet chef, Danny.  You know him, of course,
Miguel, and he always welcomes tips from a major hotel chef such as
yourself.  Also, Finn, your best friend Eddie comes and goes all the time,
and you know Brandon too who visits Brian often.  So there – that is my
proposal."

Mario's words were couched in his careful English with his lilting Italian
accent and European charm, but everyone at the table, except Finn, knew
exactly what he was doing.  Mario had heard the whole story on the
grapevine and had spoken to Bob.  He knew the need to distance Finn from
the house for a while and had come up with this solution.

It had the added attraction of providing gardening help for Mario and of
teaching Finn the skills he would be needing.  Plus it would be a
mini-vacation for the two of them.  Killing at least four birds with one
stone, Miguel thought with a smile.

"Mario, that is a very generous offer, but what would Grady think about
it?"

"Oh he is thrilled with the idea," Mario said merrily.  "We discussed it
before those dreadful executives arrived and he is very eager to have you
two stay with us.  Povero bambino, he spends so much time cooped up in that
big house without the chance of meeting new people, and he loves to have
fun, so you would both be ... come si dice? ... a breath of fresh air."

Miguel looked at Finn whose eyes were shining.  It was the answer to the
problem of how to steer clear of the other boys for a while as everyone
knew.  "So what do you think, buddy?"

"Yes please, sir."

"Mario, that is so kind, and you and Grady are wonderful friends – so we
accept."

"Molto bene, that is settled.  We shall expect you any time tomorrow before
lunch.  If you come early enough you can drop into the kitchen, Miguel, and
talk gourmet talk with Danny."  He drained his glass of Campari and stood
up.  "And now I have to rescue my poor Grady from the executive clutches."

Miguel chuckled, "And hold off on the arson, Mario.  When Finn and I arrive
tomorrow we want to find a house, not scorched earth and a pile of ashes."

Mario ruffled Finn's hair.  "For you, Finn, I will stay away from the
matches.  We will have so much fun together.  Ciao, signori.  A domani."

"Wow," Finn said when Mario had left.

Miguel grinned.  "Beautiful, isn't he?  And wait till you see their house."

***********************************

No one had told Finn Grady's true identity as the big-screen Tarzan.  His
private life was a closely guarded secret to shield him from the media and
paparazzi, and his house was behind heavy security.  The tribe was utterly
discreet and Mario, as Grady's watchdog, was careful of any newcomer.  It
was a safe bet that he had discussed Finn's discretion with Bob.

But the handsome Italian's unexpected visit had lightened the mood a lot.
Not only was Mario himself, in his words, `a breath of fresh air', he had
offered a solution for putting space between Finn and the tribe's house
until the dust had settled and tempers cooled.

However, Miguel sensed that Finn was still feeling somewhat insecure after
his callous rejection by Pablo.  Darius sensed it too and determined to
convince Finn that at least he was a rock solid member of this little
family.

By now they were feeling quite a brandy buzz and Zack stretched
contentedly.  "Hmm, feels good, don't it, all of us together?  Let the guys
across the street have their little ego trips and temper tantrums as they
go through the motions of a new-boy initiation.  We're beyond all that."

"Oh yeah?" Darius grunted.

"What d'you mean, boy?  Something on your mind?"

"Well, sir, seems to me we used to have initiations too.  We're leathermen,
right?  They don't let just anyone join, you know."

There were conspiratorial grins all round, except for Finn who wasn't sure
what was going on, though he suspected it had to do with him and that made
his cock stir in his pants.

"Hm, you may be right, Darius," Miguel said.  "We've all been through the
ritual ... all except one of us.  But I did give Finn some leather pants
and he looks real hot in them."

"Yeah, but it takes more than leather pants to make a leatherman," Zack
said.  "We've all seen those guys who just stand and model but who'd run a
mile from any real action.  So what do you think, Miguel?  He's your boy."

Miguel leaned over and kissed Finn long and hard on the lips.  "Remember
that first night you were here and you watched me tie Zack up and fuck him
in the ass?  You told me later you wondered what that felt like.  Well that
was the kind of ritual Darius was talking about.  We've all been through
it.  Hell," he chuckled, "I remember at Mike's place in Palm Springs when
Pablo did the same to me, tied me to a tree and pounded my ass.  Young
Tyler was watching, hidden in a tree, and he got so excited he fell out of
it.  That was some entrance to the tribe!"

Miguel looked down and saw the growing bulge in Finn's pants.  "Does that
mean you're ready for your turn, kiddo?"

"Yes, sir.  I wanna prove myself to you guys that I really belong."

"I love you, boy."  Miguel kissed him again.  "OK, Darius, take the new
recruit downstairs and get him ready.  Pick up his leather pants from our
bedroom.

The two boys went to the bedroom for the pants, then Finn followed Darius
through the small, low door that lead downstairs to the basement.  The room
was in darkness but Finn gasped as Darius faded up the spotlights.  "A
fully equipped playroom," said Darius proudly – all the paraphernalia
any self-respecting leatherman could want, and all reflected in the mirrors
round the room.  Man, if these walls could talk.  They've seen some real
heavy-duty action here.

"Oh, don't worry, dude, nothing like that's gonna happen to you.  That's
for tough sons-of-bitches like Zack and Randy, and believe me they've rock
`n' rolled here plenty.  But you're Miguel's boy and he would never let
anyone hurt you or do anything you don't want.  Which brings me to an
important question.  I know you finally got fucked by Miguel several times,
and it probably hurt the first few times, but did you really get off on it?

"Dude, I loved it.  I fucking loved it.  I can't get enough of it."

"Outstanding."  Darius flashed a smile.  "But tell me that again an hour
from now.  OK, put on the pants and boots and I'll get you ready.  Stand
under this pull-up bar in the middle of the room facing the mirror.

Finn did as ordered, Darius went to work and in a few minutes Finn was
gazing at the erotic sight in the mirror.  It was just as he had seen Zack
that first day.  He was shirtless in leather pants and boots, his arms
stretched upward in a V, his wrists buckled in leather restraints attached
to ropes that hung down from the bar.

Darius saw an instant of panic in Finn's eyes and kissed him.  "There's
nothing to be afraid of, dude.  First of all, Miguel loves you and only
wants to give you pleasure.  He would never let Zack or me hurt you.

"Second of all, I'll tell you a secret.  Long ago Randy taught everyone how
to tie an escape knot.  He insists on it, and that's what I used on you.
See these little loose ends here?  You have enough slack in the ropes that
you could bring your hands together, pull on the loose end and bingo,
you're free.

"Now I'm gonna leave you alone for a while so you get used to the sight of
that bound young leather boy, stripped to the waist, in the mirror.  If you
decide you don't want this, and we find you free when we come down here,
that's perfectly fine.  But hey, getting tag-teamed by three hot guys could
be fun.  And judging by the way you're looking at yourself right now, I'd
guess you want it real bad.  Am I right?"

"Dead right, dude.  Now get the hell out of here and leave me to enjoy the
view."

**********************************

Finn had never seen himself like this before, and it was the first time he
was ever turned on by his own reflection.  He remembered Eddie telling him
about the fireman Jason who got off looking at his gorgeous body in the
mirror, and Finn could understand it now as he stared at the bare-chested
leather-boy, bound helplessly, waiting for his initiation.

Oh, he had staged erotic fantasies before when he was a hustler, but that
was for guys he didn't like and never trusted.  And that was for money.  He
was always the top man then doing a tacky `you've-been-a-naughty-boy'
routine for men groveling before him.  But now he was the boy in bondage
and he was doing this for Miguel, a man he had come to worship.

But it was much more than that.  Since he met Miguel, new impulses and
desires had stirred in him.  Miguel was a handsome, muscular alpha male,
which in itself excited him.  But earlier, when Miguel made him lie on his
back on the ground and had tied his arms round a tree, he felt for the
first time the sexual thrill of being at the mercy of another man.

And now, poised to join the family of Zack, Darius and Miguel, all of them
into leather, he knew beyond a doubt it was what he wanted more than
anything.  It was where he belonged.  He stared into the mirror and learned
the trick of narrowing his eyes so he saw not himself but a handsome young
stranger, tied up shirtless in leather pants, captured by a group of
leathermen and awaiting his fate.  "Sexy mother-fucker," he growled.
"They're gonna work you over good."

When he heard heavy footsteps on the stairs he tensed with a mix of excited
anticipation (his own) and fear (the boy's in the mirror).  Raucous voices
and laughter came from men who sounded like they had been drinking, and he
gasped when the door opened and they came in.

The rugged black leather master was wearing tight leather pants, boots and
a sleeveless black denim shirt that hung open over his hard-muscled chest.
The younger black guy was wearing leather chaps over blue jeans and a
studded black leather harness crossed over his chest.  The Hispanic
musclehunk was in leather pants and vest that exposed the slabs of his pecs
and the ridges of his washboard abs.

The men fell silent as they faced him from across the room, examining him
as if he were a boy for sale.  He had, in fact, been just that when Miguel
first met him, tied up much the same as he was now.  But then he had been
scared and resentful – now he was charged with excitement.

"So this is him, this is your boy," Zack said.  "Let's take a look."  He
walked over to him and ran his hands over Finn's chest.  "Yeah,
good-looking young buck, I can see why you picked him, bro.  Let's see
here."  He walked behind him, ran his hands down his back then cupped them
round his ass.  "Oh, yeah, nice solid cheeks.  Man, my dick's gonna feel
right at home in there."

He faced him again and pierced him with his cool gray eyes set in his
chiseled ebony features.  "So, my buddy tells me you wanna join our family,
that so, boy?"

"Yeah," Finn snarled.

"Ah, defiance.  I like that in a boy, but we can soon take care of that.
Let's try that again."  He squeezed Finn's nipples in his finger tips and
twisted them hard.  "You wanna be part of our family, boy?"

"Aaah!  Yes, sir ... very much, sir ... please ..."

"That's better.  You boys learn your manners real fast. Now we're gonna
take you for a test drive.  OK, guys, let's get down to business.  We all
know the drill.  The kid is gonna get tag-teamed by three leathermen, so
who goes first?  You got the cards, kid?"

"Yes, sir."  Darius produced a pack of cards, shuffled them like a pro and
fanned them out face down on a bench.  "High card wins, low card goes
last," he said.  Finn realized the leathermen were cutting cards to choose
the order they fucked their captive.  He felt an odd blend of humiliation
and exhilaration watching his fate being decided like this – a prize in
a card game.

 After a dramatic pause (playing the drama to the hilt) Darius drew a card.
"Hm ... nine."

Zack went next.  "Jack," he grinned.  "Tough to beat, bro"

Miguel looked at the men, then shot a grin at Finn.  He licked his fingers,
drew a card and his face fell.  "Three, dammit.  OK, let me set him up."
He went to Finn and pulled from his pocket the leather collar he had
presented to Finn earlier and buckled it round his neck. With a reassuring
smile he said quietly, "You sure you want this kiddo?"

"Very much, sir.  You'll be here all the time, won't you?"

"Every step of the way, kid, don't worry."  He kissed him, then went back
to the others.  "OK, Darius, do your thing.  Then you're up first, Zack."

Darius stepped forward and winked at Finn.  "You look so fucking hot,
dude," he said softly, fingering the collar.  "This suits you.  And you
know what?  Our men are lovers so that makes us like brothers.  I'm gonna
like that.  Always wanted a younger brother.  Always assuming you pass the
test, bro," and he winked again.  He unbuckled the belt at Finn's waist,
unzipped his pants, then went behind him and pulled the pants down to his
thighs, exposing his bare ass.

"OK, stand clear boy," Zack said, "let a man take over.  What d'ya think
guys, lube?  No lube?"

"Lube," Miguel said decisively.  "Plenty of it.  I only fucked him a few
times, he's still a rookie."

Zack stood in front of Finn, shrugged off his shirt and flexed his perfect
torso.  He ripped open his pants and pulled out his huge black cock.  Finn
gasped and Zack grinned, "Yeah, pretty big, eh?  About the same size as
your master's, so if you can take his you can take mine.  He reached down
to a tub of lube on a bench, scooped up a wad and slowly greased up his
long shaft.  "Guess I'm the first guy to take your ass, boy, except for
your master.  I like that."

Zack went behind Finn and pressed the head of his cock between the mounds
of his ass.  "You sure you want this, boy?  Tell me.  I like to hear a boy
ask for my club in his ass."

"I want it, sir.  Fuck me, sir.  Please fuck my ass, sir."

"OK, kid, you got it."  Finn stared at himself in the mirror, at the rugged
black musclehunk behind him and gasped as he felt his shaft enter him and
drive deep inside him.  "Aaah," he moaned, but it was more a sigh than a
shout.  Miguel had primed him well and he loved the feel of the rod inside
him, with only the slightest edge of pain.

He watched himself pulling at the ropes binding him, his own cock standing
out rigid as Zack ploughed his ass.  "Man, your ass is hot, kid.  Your
master's a lucky man.  My dick can pound a man's hole like a pile driver,
but I know you ass is precious to Miguel and I don't wanna have to fight
that stud off me.  So I'm gonna take it nice and easy until I make you bust
your load."

Finn cast a glance over at Miguel who was looking at him proudly and nodded
encouragement.  Finn grinned at him and in that moment they both knew
everything would work out fine.  Zack reached round and teased Finn's
nipples while he drove into his ass, and the ecstatic look in the boy's
eyes made him fuck faster.

"Hey Darius, grab that pre-cum dripping from his dick.  Don't wanna let
that go to waste."

Eagerly Darius knelt at Finn's feet and licked the gossamer threads hanging
from the tip of his cock.  Then he looked up at Finn and grinned, "Hey,
might as well go for broke, eh bro?"  He opened wide and wrapped his lips
round his cock.

Finn looked at the mirror, mesmerized by the sight of the black leather
master behind him fucking his ass and his boy on his knees sucking his
cock.  "Sir," he gasped.  `That feels so ... I don't think I can hold back,
sir.  You're gonna make me ... please, sir, can I cum, sir?  Please
... please, sir ..."

"You better, kid, `cos I'm about to unload in your ass and my boy wants to
drink your jizz."

Finn's body writhed, tugging at the ropes above him.  "Thank you, sir
... oh fuck ... I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum ... fuck ... fuck
... aaagh!"  He felt Zack's cock drive in deep and blast hot jizz in his
ass while his own cock erupted in Darius's mouth.  His head started to spin
... he saw Zack, and Darius, and his master Miguel before everything went
momentarily dark.

Seconds later he opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was Miguel's
smiling face.  Dimly he felt Zack's huge cock pull out of him as Miguel
said, "You OK, kid?"

"Yes, sir.  I feel great."  He looked down at Darius grinning up at him
with cum oozing from his mouth and running down his chin as he said,
"Thanks, dude.  Tastes delicious.  I could sure get used to that –
little brother."

******************************

A few minutes later Zack was sprawled in a chair relaxing, still stroking
his cock slowly and watching.  Darius had slapped Zack's hand and taken
over as the next man on the tag team, and he now faced Finn.  "You may
recall, bro, that I drew a nine card, so that makes me next.  However, you
don't have to do this because ..."

He stepped back, opened his jeans under the chaps and pulled them down
slowly for dramatic effect.  But the drama was really in what he was
unveiling, inch by inch by inch.  When it sprang free, all ten inches, Finn
inhaled sharply and looked over at Miguel.

Miguel came to face him and said, "You don't have to take that, kiddo.  A
lot of guys before you have said no to that.  Darius won't be offended."

"But I want to, sir," Finn said, with that old defiance returning to his
eyes.  "I really want to but, can you stay right here, sir?"

"Of course I will.  OK, Darius, do your thing, but take it slow uh?"

"I always do, sir.  Have to.  Zack and Pablo are the only guys where I
don't have to hold back – I just go for the gold."

Although Finn was already well lubed Darius put more on his cock before
pressing it between his cheeks.  "Look at me, Finn," Miguel said.  "Look
into my eyes."  Finn felt the head enter him followed by the long shaft
that Darius eased in slowly, inch by inch, then paused when he heard Finn
groan.  Miguel put his hands round his face and kissed him while Darius
continued.

After long seconds Miguel at last pulled back and smiled at his boy while
Darius said, "Way to go, kiddo, it's all the way in.  You are outstanding,
bro, you get my vote.  Now I'll fuck you slowly until you cum.  You can cum
again, can't you?"

Finn winced but Miguel said, "Don't worry, Darius, I'll make him cum –
the way you did."  Miguel dropped to his knees, grinned up at him and then
took his semi-hard dick in his mouth.  Finn was shocked.  His master, the
rugged top man who fucked his ass was on his knees sucking his cock.  Men
had sucked his dick before but never a man like this, a gorgeous alpha
male, the man he worshipped.

But the shock wore off, replaced by a thrilling sensation that spread from
his cock and his ass through his whole body.  Darius's monster pole, about
to erupt in his ass, was creating feelings in his ass he could never have
imagined, while he looked down at his own cock disappearing into his
master's.  He was impaled on Darius's monster pole ... he was fucking
Miguel's face ... it was unbelievable ... he was shaking, he was flying
... he was cumming ... "Aaagh!"

**********************************

The sound of slow handclapping came from Zack.  "Man, that kid of yours is
something else, Miguel.  Now you get your turn, and you gotta do the
impossible – make your boy cum again."

Miguel took off his leather vest and stood in front of Finn, stripped to
the waist in black leather pants.  It was how Finn had seen him that first
day when he had fucked Zack, bound and stretched just as Finn was now.  He
was always awestruck by the sight of his master like this, with his swarthy
Hispanic looks, muscular torso and tight pants hugging his slim hips.

"Let's show them, eh kiddo?  Let's show them that I chose the best boy in
the world, a boy who will be a great addition to our family."  Miguel
unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock that had been straining to cum
while he watched his boy get butt-fucked twice.  He went behind him and
looked over his shoulder at his mirror reflection.

"We're there, kiddo, we made it.  You're gonna join our family, `cos that's
where you belong."  While he spoke Miguel slid his cock into the boy's ass,
lubed with the cum of two men.  "I'm inside you again, boy, `cos that's
where I belong.  We'll live together and love together and make love all
the time.  And sometimes I'll tie you up like this and you'll beg me to
fuck you."

Fucking him slowly, Miguel's voice became hypnotic whispering in Finn's ear
drawing pictures of their future.  "While you wait for me to come home
you'll get naked and stroke your cock thinking about what I'm gonna do to
you.  You want to cum but you hold back, even though your balls are fit to
burst.  And then the door opens and there I am, towering over you.  You
watch while I take off my jacket, then the shirt and pants and you almost
lose your load when you look up at me buck naked.  You're desperate to cum,
but I forbid it while I tie you down to the bed.

"I kneel on the bed, stroke your beautiful body and tease your nipples,
driving you wild with animal lust.  And then at last you feel my cock
entering your ass.  It pushes in deeper and deeper, you feel it press
against the back of your ass and enter that warm secret place ... and you
can't hold back.  You stare into my eyes as you feel your master's juice
flooding your ass.  Your body jolts, your ass is on fire and ..."

"Aaagh!"  Finn's scream was real as his cock reared up and spurted a stream
of semen on the floor, while his master's cock erupted in his ass.  Miguel
kissed the back of his neck and whispered, "I love you Finn.  We did it."

"How's that, guys?" he shouted in triumph.  "My boy came for a third time
– and without touching himself.  If that don't qualify for entry to the
family, nothing does."

"Damn straight," Zack said.  "Un-fucking-believable, bro," Darius laughed.
They jumped to their feet, ran forward and hugged the exhausted boy.
Miguel untied Finn who collapsed in his arms, sobbing with relief and joy.
Zack flashed his gleaming smile.  "Welcome to the family, Finn.  You're one
of us, boy."

***********************************

An hour later, after more celebration, Miguel and Finn were lying in bed
holding each other and talking about what came next.  "It's great that
we're getting away tomorrow for a week, kiddo, up at the Grady House.  It's
a perfect time for you to learn the gardening and landscaping skills Mario
can teach you.  He's a great guy and, and I know you'll work hard for him.
Plus we'll have fun up there with Mario, Brian, Danny and Grady himself.

"Sir, every time I ask any of the boys about Grady they kind of clam up.
Like they don't wanna talk about him."  His mind drifted. "I was wondering
if I've ever met a guy called Grady but I don't think so.  Unusual name.
Only time I ever heard of it is that guy who plays Tarzan in the movie,
though it's probably not his real name.  They always change them, don't
they?"

Miguel smiled to himself and asked casually, "You ever see that movie?"

Finn hesitated, then grinned at him.  "Three times, sir.  I went by myself
and, tell you the truth, each time I jerked off in the theater, especially
that bit where the soldiers capture him and tie him up.  That guy is way
hot, sir."

"Yeah, he is.  OK, sleep now.  I think we're gonna have a whole lot of fun
tomorrow, kiddo.  Maybe a few surprises too."

Finn closed his eyes and snuggled up to Miguel.  Now that he felt he truly
belonged in this tight-knit little family he finally understood that
Pablo's hostility to him really had been what Darius had told him –
`small potatoes'.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 411


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