Trial Of Strength (Book 11)
by Rob Williams
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"THE LIFEGUARD SURRENDERS HIS ASS"
Action-star Grady plays a lifeguard in the movies, but in real life he craves the fantasy of being overpowered by men in uniform – the blond cop Mark and muscled soldier Hassan, who growls, “Sure, as a jock lifeguard you give the orders, but now you take orders from us, ‘cos we own you, stud.” After they've finished with him the exhausted lifeguard surrenders his cum-soaked body to rugged older man Mike and his macho boy Larry.
In the previous chapter
At the Grady House, doc Steve and his lover Lloyd were well on the way to resolving their relationship problems that had kept them apart for weeks – they were lovers again. So the atmosphere among the small group of men in the garden was pleasantly relaxed.
All except for Grady himself. His Italian lover Mario had announced that their buddies – the cop Mark and the rugged Marine Hassan – would be visiting the house shortly. “Oh, and Grady persuaded them to come straight from work, still in their uniform,” Mario smiled. “You see, my friend here is rather partial to men in uniform.” Which was the understatement of the year.
Although Grady was a handsome, chiseled action-star in his movies – currently playing a macho lifeguard captain – in private life he loved to be sexually dominated, especially by authoritarian musclehunks like the cop and the solider. He salivated, eyes fixed on the gate, and when the men arrived Grady grabbed Mario’s arm and groaned. “Oh fuck … fuck … just look at that.”
Striding toward them came two tall figures – a square-jawed blond cop in full uniform. A black shirt open at the neck showed a white triangle of a T-shirt underneath. The shirt tapered down to the heavy black belt tight round the slim waist. The black pants, with a silver stripe down the sides, were tucked into high, shiny black motorcycle boots.
Hassan was less buttoned-down but no less of a pornographic icon – a rugged hunk with swarthy Arab/Asian features, wearing military fatigue pants and combat boots. His sleeveless denim shirt hung open over a khaki tank that clung tight to his muscular chest. His dark mirror sunglasses gave him a sinister look until he pulled them off as he approached and smiled.
Mario beamed, “Benvenuto a casa, signori. You have just created instant erections round this table – especially in the man next to me, the one disguised as a lifeguard. Can we offer you a glass of wine before you change out of your work clothes, gentlemen?” Mario smiled, while Grady sat mute, his jaw sagging open, eyes fixed on the homoerotic new arrivals.
“Thanks Mario,” Mark said. “A quick one before I do my rounds of the perimeter to check the security cameras with Hassan.”
Grady, dumbstruck, stared from the cop to the soldier, then glanced away to prevent losing his load in his shorts just looking at them. Damn, he wanted them – a major fantasy – but he couldn’t just blurt it out.
He glanced at Mario who caught his pleading look and smiled, as if an unspoken agreement passed between them. Mario would take care of him, Grady thought – he always did. But he was so roused now that he needed to cool off, so he got up, ran to the pool and dived in.
“Is Grady OK?” Hassan asked.
“Actually, he’s more than OK, Hassan. Er …” Mario lowered his voice and explained the situation to them privately. Both men smiled and nodded. “Don’t worry, Mario,” Mark said. “We’ll take care of it – it’ll be a pleasure. Time for us to do our rounds anyway, so if you guys will excuse us.” With a conspiratorial glance at Mario, they left the table.
Grady got out of the pool, wearing his red lifeguard shorts, his muscular golden-tanned body streaming with water, and followed them at a distance to a small clearing among trees … where his jaw sagged again as he saw the cop and the soldier kissing hungrily. When they saw him, Hassan growled, “You some kind of weirdo voyeur? Me and my buddy don’t like that.”
Instigating the fantasy Mario had hinted at, they pushed Grady on his back on the ground, and Mark stretched his arms back and handcuffed his wrists round a tree. But then, to Grady’s disappointment, they ignored him and gazed at each other, stripped off their shirts and kissed again, more aggressively this time. “Damn, I wanna fuck your ass, officer,” the Arab growled, “then feel your dick inside me.”
“NO!” They pulled apart and looked down at the naked lifeguard writhing on the ground. “Hell, we almost forgot this muscle-jock,” Mark said. “Let’s see what he wants.” Grady gazed up at the blond cop and the swarthy Arab. “Fuck me, sirs. Fuck my ass. I want it so bad.”
“Hmm …” Hassan growled. “OK, officer, let’s see just how bad he wants it.” Standing over him each man raised a leg and planted a boot on the lifeguard’s bare chest. The cop’s motorcycle boot and the Marine’s combat boot pressed down on his naked body, and the cop said, “So you wanna feel my huge cock inside you, like a night stick pounding your ass?”
“Yes, sir … please, sir..”
Hassan taunted him. “Then I’ll take over and you’ll feel that big Arab piledriver torturing your ass. We take it in turn – the soldier and the cop ravaging that gorgeous ass of yours. Picture it, man, the handsome jock getting butt-fucked by a cop and a Marine, one after another. Show us how much you crave it. Can you feel it, man? One cock after another, the helpless lifeguard getting ploughed mercilessly until he can’t take anymore, he begs for mercy and …”
“Aaagh!” Driven wild by the fantasy, Grady’s body tensed and his cock erupted in a spontaneous orgasm. A plume of semen blasted up and splashed down on the boots pressing down on his heaving chest.
Mark grinned, “Well, I guess that takes care of that. The lifeguard’s shot his wad, so now we can get to work on each other, soldier.”
“No, wait! Wait.” Grady pleaded desperately. “I still want you guys to fuck me. I know I just busted a load but I can cum again. I need you to fuck me, sirs, just like you said. I’m begging you, sirs … fuck my ass.”
Hassan grinned at Mark. “What d’ya think, officer? You wanna see that muscle-jock shooting another load – or two or three?”
“Sure, why not?” The handcuffed lifeguard stared up at the bare-chested hunks, as the cop unzipped his uniform pants, the Marine ripped open his fatigues and they pulled out their rods.
“Be careful what you wish for, man,” the soldier growled. “’Cos you’re gonna get it good.”
========= BOOK 11: CHAPTER 50 =========
<><> The Lifeguard Gets Tag-Teamed <><>
Grady’s orgasmic howl had traveled as far as the group of men round the table, and young Brian, who was devoted to him, frowned. “You think Grady’s gonna be OK, sir?”
“Si, bambino,” Mario smiled, “I’m certain of it. I know my man, and I guarantee those guys in uniform are giving him exactly what he needs.”
Mario was right, of course. Knowing his lover Grady’s lust for men in uniform Mario had quietly prompted the chiseled cop and the macho Marine to satisfy his craving. Which is why the virile action-star now lay naked on his back, his arms stretched up and handcuffed behind a tree.
The shirtless cop and soldier had taunted him by pressing their boots (a motorcycle boot and military combat boot) on his bare chest and driven him wild with a graphic description of how they would fuck his ass in turn – tag-team style. The image was so erotic it had driven him to a spontaneous orgasm. But he had still not been butt-fucked and he was reduced to begging.
The Marine Hassan grinned at his buddy, police officer Mark. So, officer, who goes first? Better toss for it.” He pulled a coin from his pocket and flipped it in the air.
The naked lifeguard was racked with desire, staring up at the two dominant shirtless men, wagering over who would be the first to penetrate his ass. Helplessly handcuffed on the ground, he knew he was about to get ramrodded by the cop and soldier in turn, and he even felt an edge of fear that only made his dick harder.
“Tails I win,” said Hassan. “A tail for a tail,” he laughed huskily. “OK, officer, get him ready.” Mark, leaned back against the tree and stood astride the helpless, cuffed lifeguard, smiling across him at Hassan who stood at his feet. Grady shuddered as he stared up at the dark, sinister soldier, with his chiseled Arab/Asian features, deep-set slightly slanted brown eyes and high cheekbones. His muscled, olive-hued physique flexed as he spat on his massive cock and stroked it to rock hardness.
“Pull his legs back, buddy. Let me get a look at that ass we’re gonna work on.”
Mark leaned down, grabbed Grady’s ankles and pulled his legs up high and back, giving Hassan a perfect view of his helpless ass. “Fuck, yeah,” the soldier grunted with a cruel grin. “I’m gonna enjoy shoving my rod inside that hole. Damn, look at that body. Turns me on – a macho, musclehunk like this, completely at my mercy. You’re gonna take this shaft in that ass, stud, then my buddy’s, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”
Hassan dropped to his knees, braced his hands on Grady’s legs that Mark was pulling back, and pressed his cock against the hole and grinned down at the helpless lifeguard. “Here it comes, big guy – what you’ve been begging for.” He rammed his cock deep in Grady’s ass and he howled in painful ecstasy. “Aaagh … fuck … fuck … yeah. Fuck me, soldier.”
He couldn’t take his eyes off the swarthy Marine, his rugged face staring down at him, muscles rippling as he pounded his ass. “You feel that? You feel the Marine captain’s piston ramming your ass? Brace yourself, dude, ‘cos this is only the start.”
Grady was helplessly trapped between them, handcuffed by the cop and jackhammered by the savage soldier. He looked up at the cop standing astride him, his shiny black boots close to his face, then stared down at the Arab soldier fucking his ass.
The pain faded and the fantasy took hold, driving him to a near climax. But he clenched his jaw and resisted the urge to cum. With his actor’s talent for inhabiting a character, Grady left the real world for the realm of fantasy – he was the naked lifeguard, captured, handcuffed and punished by the dominant cop and Marine.
“Hey, buddy,” Mark said at last. “You gonna let me see a piece of the action here?”
“Sure, man. We’ll swap places.”
Grady gasped as he felt the thick shaft pull out of him, and in seconds the savage Marine was replaced by the sculpted blond cop. “No need to lube that ass, stud, my buddy’s already done that.” Grady gazed up into the penetrating blue eyes as the cop penetrated his ass. He was not as brutal as the solider, and Grady moaned in ecstasy as his cock eased in and out of his ass.
Desperate to touch the ripped body rising and falling above him Grady pulled uselessly against the handcuffs and his body writhed in frustration. The frustration deepened as Mark, more subtle than the Marine, massaged him to the edge of orgasm, then paused to let the moment pass, before cranking up the heat again.
The mental agony was worse than the soldier’s steady pounding, until at last he got to feel the Marine again as they switched places. That became the pattern as they tag-teamed him – first the captain’s massive shaft and then the cop’s cock as thick as his night-stick. He even threatened Grady with his night-stick, but events precluded that.
It happened when Mark was fucking him for the third time, driving him wild with lust, that he was driven over the edge.
Grady loved getting fucked in the ass, especially by authoritarian men like these, handcuffed at their mercy. He gazed up at the muscled body of the shirtless blond cop, at his penetrating blue eyes, and the faint smile on his sexy lips. In a state of euphoria, the helpless lifeguard moaned, “I’m gonna cum. I can’t stop … it feels so fucking good. Cum inside me, sir … I wanna feel your juice in my ass … yeah … yeaahh!”
As Mark’s cock unloaded in his ass, Grady’s cock spurted cum for the second time over his writhing body. He heaved dry sobs as his heart raced and he saw the glow of euphoria on the cop’s face.
But the captive jock didn’t have time to calm down before he heard the soldier’s guttural voice. “Fuck, you ain’t finished yet, stud. You’re gonna bust your load for me too.”
Grady moaned, “I … I don’t think I can …”
“Shut the fuck up, asshole. You might be the big stud giving orders to that bunch of lifeguards, but here you take orders from me and my buddy. You’re chained up, you belong to us, and if I say you’re gonna cum again, you'll fucking cum, is that clear?”
“Yes sir,” the naked muscle-jock groaned in defeat.
“OK, move over, officer.” Mark moved aside and Hassan took his place. He pushed one leg up and hooked it over his shoulder, then leaned forward and braced his hand on Grady’s cum-soaked pec. He rammed his cock back in his ass and wrapped his free hand round Grady’s cock. “Come on, big guy, you’ve got some juice left in there for me. You’re gonna spill it or I’ll rip your ass wide open.”
The shaft drove in deep and Grady stared up at the darkly savage face, the hooded Arab eyes piercing his as his cock pierced his ass and he pounded Grady’s cock in his fist. He was mesmerized by the ferocity in the swarthy Arab face, by the iron shaft piledriving his ass and the hand pounding his cock. He was beyond thought, beyond feeling … all he knew was that he had to cum.
“It gets worse, stud, and you know you can’t take any more. No one says no to a Marine. I own you, man – your ass and your cock – and you gotta submit. Give up man, I’ve beaten you. Bust that fucking load … that’s an order.”
The lifeguard’s handsome face twisted in pain and he howled, “OK, OK, you win, soldier … I submit … I give up … “aaagh!” He couldn’t suffer more of the brutal pounding, he screamed and, unbelievably, his cock erupted for a third time. It splashed yet more semen over his already cum-soaked chest, as the soldier’s cock blasted hot jizz in his ass where it mixed with the sperm of the cop.”
In a daze, Grady barely felt the cock withdraw from his battered ass. Mark pulled Hassan up on his feet, they grinned at each other, pressed their bare chests together and kissed, long and hard. When they separated Mark smiled down at Grady. “You OK, buddy? No bones broken?
Grady managed a weak smile. “Never better, officer.”
Mark threw his arm over Hassan’s shoulder and they turned and left the clearing. Grady heaved a deep sigh of satisfaction, then suddenly realized he was still handcuffed to the tree.
<><> Uncle Mike Takes Over <><>
They waited with eager anticipation, eyes focused on the garden, until at last they saw the cop and the Marine approach. Stripped to the waist in uniform pants and boots, their shirts thrown casually over their shoulders, they strode up with satisfied smiles on their handsome faces.
Mark answered their unspoken questions. “He’s just fine, Mario. Just as you wanted. Man, the guy really gets off having a cock in his ass …”
“… or three or four,” Hassan grinned, “ – a cop and a soldier, one after another, over and over.”
“So where is he now?” Steve asked.
“Still on his back in the grass. He won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.”
“Why not?” asked Mike with some alarm.
“Oh don’t worry,” Mark chuckled, “he’s still in fantasyland, recovering from the tag-team action. Oh yeah, plus there’s that other thing – the cum-soaked lifeguard is still handcuffed naked to a tree. Here’s the key if anyone wants it.”
All eyes turned to Mario who smiled, “Uncle Mike, why don’t you go and do the honors? Grady will be pleased to see you.”
Everyone round the table knew that this was not just an arbitrary request. It was widely understood that Mario lived to take care of his lover Grady, to give him pleasure and provide him with everything he needed And Mario always knew what he needed – sometimes even before Grady himself did.
Seeing the mischievous gleam in Mario’s eye, Mike picked up the key and smiled, “OK, Mario, I’ll see what I can do. Come and give me a hand, Larry.”
Uncle Mike and his boy got up and made their way across the garden to the spot the jubilant sounds had come from. Mike went through the trees to the clearing and called over his shoulder, “Hey Larry, over here. Look what we’ve got here.”
Together they stared down at the ground and Larry said, “Damn, that’s the hunky lifeguard – and look what someone’s done to him. They chained him up and worked him over good.”
“Yeah, judging by the handcuffs it must have been the cop and his military buddy.”
“And judging by all that jizz over his body and oozing out of his ass,” Larry said, “it looks like he got his butt ploughed by those guys.”
As they talked about him Grady was floating into a whole new phase of his fantasy. A lifeguard, stripped naked, cuffed to a tree and serially fucked by a cop and a Marine, he had been left, helplessly chained to the tree, easy prey for anyone else who happened by.
Now he stared up at another authority figure – no uniform now, just an older guy who’s dominance came from his years of experience. The man was still in great shape, with his ruggedly handsome face, graying hair, stubbled jaw, and muscular build, wearing jeans and a check shirt that flapped open over the gray hairs of his solid chest.
This was a man who had tamed the macho boss Randy and now called him boy. The man who had berated Randy’s brother Doc Steve, hauled him over the coals and ordered him to shape up. And Grady knew that he was next. The man could do anything to him and get away with it – him and his tough-looking side-kick who stared down at him now.
Mike grinned, “I suppose we should set him free, kid, but that is too hot an opportunity to pass up. Dammit, it’s like a scene from an S&M porn flick, a macho lifeguard stripped naked, chained up and worked over by two guys in uniform. When they’ve finished with him they leave him helpless and humiliated, his ass on offer to any passing guy looking for a piece of action.”
“And we found him,” Larry said. “You gonna fuck him, sir?”
“Damn straight. I’m not gonna pass up a stud like that. But I want you to warm him up first. Here, I’ll pull his legs back.”
Larry knelt behind Grady, looked at him and saw the light of desire in his eyes. That was enough for him. He pushed his cock inside him and heard the groan of ecstasy as yet another rod invaded his ass. Larry felt the slick remains of the juices the cop and the soldier had spurted inside him, and he massaged the fiery membrane of his sore ass.
He had never fucked Grady before and now understood the thrill he had seen on other guys’ faces. He was stunningly beautiful and looked even sexier as those tanned, chiseled features grimaced under the new attack on his ass, his muscular body writhing in bondage.
Having been worked on by a cop and a soldier, Grady now looked up in awe at something different – a virile, good-looking young stud, with all the authority that came from being loved by an older, powerful man. Under orders from Mike, the macho lifeguard surrendered his ass to the boy’s piledriving rod.
As he pounded ass, Larry looked down at the tortured face and rippling muscles as the bound jock struggled and tugged hopelessly against his chained wrists, his arms stretched up like a man tortured on a rack. The feel and fantasy of fucking a heartthrob movie star soon brought Larry close to his climax – and Mike sensed this. “Don’t cum in him, Larry. Leave that for me.”
Larry obediently pulled out and got to his feet, while Mike took his place kneeling at the captive’s ass. He pulled his thick cock out of his jeans and grinned at Grady. “OK, boy, now for your final fuck. But I’ve learned never to force a guy, so I’ll ask you, “Are you sure – after all your ass has suffered – are you sure you want this?”
Grady pulled his legs back and offered his ass. “Yes please, sir. I’ve always thought of you as the father of the tribe, so dominant, and I really wanna feel you inside me.”
Mike smiled his well-worn, sexy grin and pushed his cock into the slick ass. “Oh, fuck,” Grady groaned. “I love that, sir. I fucking love it.”
“I could torture that ass, dude, like those uniform guys did, but that ain’t my style. That jizz-filled ass feels so good round my cock I’m gonna make love to it. See, there are more ways to dominate a guy than brute force. Hey Larry – take this key and uncuff the lifeguard here.”
Larry obeyed and fumbled a bit before Grady was freed. “OK,” Mike said, “you’re free – but I’m still in charge. I give the orders and you do what I tell you, get it?” Mike pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside – a gesture of his dominance.
“Yes, sir,” Grady said, and this time it wasn’t a fantasy ‘sir’ – he meant it.
“Larry, grab his ankle and pull one of his legs back, but leave his hands free to touch me.” Larry grabbed the leg and wrapped his arm round it. His free hand he wrapped round his own cock and stroked it, pointing straight down at the lifeguard’s tanned face.
Mike’s cock sank into the warm depths of Grady’s ass, then pulled back slowly and eased in again as Grady sighed deeply, “Aaah.” He gazed up at the weather-worn face, the smiling brown eyes, and ran his fingers through the gray hair on the older man’s chest.
There was something in Mike’s look, his bearing, a sense of his own power that gave him an aura of authority. Grady understood why men as powerful as Randy and Steve could submit to his power, would respect and admire him and call him ‘sir’.
This was a man you surrendered your ass to, as Grady was doing now. He was overpowered – not by uniforms, harsh words or physical restraint, but by the man’s mere presence, a look in the eye.
“You getting it now, big guy? You feeling that rush you get when you surrender completely to another man? The difference this time is that while I fuck your butt I’m gonna feed your brain, starting with something you already know but need to hear from me. That man of yours, Mario – he’s magic.
“I’ve watched him and I’m in awe of how much he loves you, protects you and works to provide your every need. You’re his life, Grady, and you couldn’t do the work you do without him to come home to. He’s made this house a fortress for you to live a normal life, away from the stress of celebrity. Son, you’d be half the man you are without Mario, and I hope you never forget that.”
“I don’t, sir. I’m crazy in love with him.”
“Good, ‘cos apart from being drop-dead gorgeous Mario has an intuition about what you need. He’s the reason Larry and I are here, and Mark and Hassan before us. He sensed you were ready to be dominated by powerful men, and in his subtle, smiling way he put that in motion.
“Dude, you and me are worlds apart – me in my old leather-bar in the desert, you on movie screens all over the world – but we share one thing in common. We both found love, the kind of deep love that defies description. I found Larry here, the love of my life, and you found your sexy Italian.
“But here’s the thing. When, by some miracle, love happens, it’s more precious than gold. You have to hold on tight to it, work at it, especially over the rough patches. Just remember that.” Mike grinned, “And now this old man is gonna shut up and fuck. Not every day I get to pour my jizz in the ass of a muscle-hunk movie-star. You ready boy?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
“OK, Larry, let’s bring it on home, kid. Let’s soak the handsome son-of-a-bitch.”
Grady groaned in ecstasy as Uncle Mike upped the ante and the ass-massage became an honest-to-god butt-fuck. As he saw his man flex his muscles and pound ass, Larry pounded his cock harder and watched Grady grab his own dick and stroke it.
Grady had only recently cum three times already, and they were hands-free as he was cuffed to the tree. But now, with an assist from his wrist, with the memory of Mike’s stirring words in his head and Mike’s rod jackhammering his ass, he couldn’t hold back a fourth orgasm.
What pushed him over the edge this time was the semen shower that sprayed from Larry’s cock and splashed down on his suntanned face and in his open mouth, and the euphoric sensation of Uncle Mike’s cock erupting deep in his ass.
And this time it was three jubilant shouts that caught the breeze and wafted over to the expectant group of men sitting round the table.
Men and boys looked at Mario who simply smiled and murmured, “Perfetto.”
<><> Afterglow <><>
In the clearing Grady still lay on his back, his face and body still smothered in semen, with a blissful smile on his dazed features. “I love you guys,” he murmured, as if waking from a dream.
Mike and Larry were kneeling beside him and Mike said, “You’re a terrific fuck, Grady. I envy Mario fucking you all the time, even if you are insatiable. But I meant what I said about you and Mario, boy. See no matter how deeply we love a guy there will always be tensions. Look at Steve and Lloyd – a match made in heaven if ever there was, yet their relationship went into a deepfreeze for weeks.
Love is hard to find, takes a lot of luck, so when you do find the man you gotta nurture it. What I hate to see most is a loving couple threatening to separate. That’s why I got involved with those two, which I don’t usually do, and threw the book at Steve. I did the same to Randy when he mistreated Bob. Can you imagine, those two hunks who are crazy in love with each other fighting? But it happens to everyone, even Larry and me.”
“Yeah,” Larry grinned, “and that’s when I throw the book at you, sir – make you see sense.”
Mike chuckled and threw his arms round him. “Watch it kid, or when we get home I’ll chain you to the wall and fuck you every hour on the hour.”
“You and your promises,” Larry laughed.
“Seriously, though Grady, if I hear on the grapevine that you two are having problems I’ll high-tale it right out here. And if you don’t let me in I’ll climb over the damn gate and knock your heads together.”
Grady smiled. “We would never lock you out, Uncle Mike. You’re one of the family. And I thank you for everything you said. It’s true, I don’t tell Mario often enough how much I love him.”
“We’re all guilty of that, boy. Life gets in the way. But now would be a good time. And now that you’ve, er, ‘entertained’ the cop and the Marine, and then Larry and me, it’s about time you thanked Mario. I’m sure you know how to do that.”
“Oh yeah. I really need him now, Mike. More than ever.”
“So stay right here, dude, don’t move, and he’ll come to you. Larry, I need a drink. Come on kiddo.” Mike threw his arm round Larry and as they walked back across the garden he smiled. “So mission accomplished, wouldn’t you say, Larry?”
“Definitely, sir. And, er, is it true what you said about me? That I’m the love of your life?”
“Kid, I can’t imagine life without you. And next time we quarrel you can remind me of that.”
“I dunno, sir,” Larry grinned roguishly. “Maybe I’ll throw the book at you, like I said. That chained-to-the-wall thing sounds pretty good.”
When they reached the group at the table there was enthusiastic applause and a lot of questioning looks. Brian said, somewhat anxiously, “Did you set him free, sir?”
Mike produced the handcuffs and grinned at Mark. “Yours I think, officer. Yeah, we set him free – after Larry and I got a little bonus for our trouble. As you fully expected, Mario, am I right?”
Mario smiled. “Ah, as you say here – ‘busted’. You know me too well, Uncle Mike. I hope Grady paid out your ‘little bonus’ without objection.”
“Oh he didn’t object. Except I wouldn’t call it ‘paid out’ out as much as ‘put out’ – for the fourth time, I believe. And then I gave the hot young lifeguard a talking to, which he seemed to appreciate too. In fact, I think he’s in urgent need of your company, Mario.”
“I thought he might,” Mario smiled. “While I’m gone, signori, please make yourself at home. Danny and Brian will take good care of you. And of course, you’ll all stay for dinner. We’ll be about a dozen – can you handle that, Danny?”
“No problem, sir. Brandon and Tommy will help Brian and me. Two hours max.”
“Good, that should give Grady and me time. I imagine we’ll have a lot to talk about.”
“Only talk, sir?” Brian giggled.
“Well, bambino, it depends how tired he is. Grady’s had rather a busy day?”
“’A busy day’ – so that’s what they’re calling it these days,” Lloyd laughed, as Mario left, with a wave over his shoulder.
<><> Grady & Mario Get Emotional <><>
Soaked in cum, the disheveled Grady was lying on his back on the grass with his eyes closed. His mind was running on what had happened to him in the last hour or so, and especially what uncle Mike had said to him.
He heard a rustle of leaves, opened his eyes and stared up at the beautiful face of his Italian lover smiling at him. “Ciao, amico. What a mess you’re in. Should I call for hair and makeup?”
“I don’t care what I look like, dude. I wear all this jizz as a badge of honor. All I need now is you.”
“And here I am, amore.” Grady pulled himself up to a sitting position leaning against the tree, and Mario sat on the ground facing him.
“Are you feeling OK, Grady?”
“OK?! What do you think, buddy? I’ve been handcuffed to this tree, butt-fucked by a cop and a Marine, then by Uncle Mike and his boy Larry. I’m as happy as a pig in shit – and prob’ly look like one too,” he laughed. “And you set all this up didn’t you, you devious Italian?”
Mario shrugged. “I may have dropped a hint here and there to a few people. You were drooling like a baby when you saw those uniforms. I knew what you wanted.”
Grady smiled into Mario’s soft brown eyes. “You always know what I want, dude. You always take good care of me.” He’s eyes clouded a little. “Yeah, I’m fine physically, but a bit shook up emotionally. You know, even when Mike was still fucking me, and afterwards, he gave me quite the lecture.”
“I thought he might,” Mario chuckled. “He did that for the big macho brothers, Randy and Steve, so why not you?”
“He’s a terrific old guy, Mario, and while he hammered my ass, he hammered home what I already knew about you. He said you were magical, dude, and that’s exactly the right word. He said I couldn’t do the job I did without you. Right again! He said you’ve made this house a fortress where I can escape the world and relax as just a regular guy.
“What it comes down to, Mario, is that I’m crazy in love with you – and I don’t tell you often enough. Well, I’m telling you now that I love you, amore. But I’ve been lying here thinking …”
“Probably not a good thing,” Mario grinned.
“No this is serious, dude. See, I can’t imagine life without you … I couldn’t make it without you – and the thought of being without you scares me to death. And that got me wondering why you stick around. I mean, this whole house is centered on me – my needs, my moods, ‘let’s make all this nice for Grady’. And I know I’m not easy to live with – like when I come home from the studio in a rotten mood ‘cos everything went wrong, as it so often does on a movie set.
“See, dude, when the shit hits the fan at work and the crew is all upset, I’m the one who has to hold it together. So I make them laugh to break the tension. I crack jokes, kid around, do a few pratfalls, until I see them smile, then laugh and the stress is gone. The director yells, ‘OK, people, let’s go again,’ and we do another take. I mean, it sounds like fun but it can be exhausting, and when I get home I take it out on you and Brian and Danny.”
By now Grady was becoming emotional, even a bit irrational. “So lying here after Mike’s lecture I got to wondering why you put up with my tantrums, dude. I thought, maybe it’s all the money, the luxury, this house, that’s what you love. It’s kinda seductive, hard to turn your back on.”
“You think I stay with you for your money?” Mario turned his head away sharply – as if he’d been slapped. Grady grabbed Mario’s hands and said frantically, “No, dude, I didn’t mean that … of course I didn’t … that was crazy talk. I don’t know why I blurted that out … it’s not what I think at all. Forgive me, Mario, please. I know how much that must hurt. And all that stuff with the uniforms and all, that must hurt you too. I can give that kinda stuff up … just … please don’t go away, dude.”
Mario smiled through his tears as he looked at his lover. “Grady, stop talking, you’re only digging the hole you’re in even deeper. Please listen to me, now. I stay with you because I love you, amore. I too could not imagine life without you.
“I love taking caring of you and letting you vent when you come home from a tough day. I can speak for the boys too. They’re crazy about you and they understand the strain you’re under. My favorite moments are when you pull Brian into bed, you pump him for gossip and he opens those big eyes behind his owl glasses and says, ‘Well, sir …”
“I know,” Grady smiled. “That’s one of my favorite things too.”
“Grady, it’s natural that the house often revolves around you because you’re the one out there working to hold all this together. And I won’t deny that living in a place like this is wonderful – no more money worries, everything we need, throwing those parties for the tribe.
“But you know something? I was talking to the boys in the kitchen a few days ago and telling them about that little old house among the trees in Laurel Canyon that you lived in before you got famous, and never sold it. I told the boys that we sometimes go back there to get lost together, and one of my fantasies is that one day, when the money stops rolling in, you and I will go to live there forever – our little love nest.”
“What did they say?”
“They asked if they could come and live there too, taking care of us. They said they’d work for nothing, they didn’t need money – just us. I told them yes, of course. They’re part of the family and always will be.”
Mario laughed “Ah, but that’s a long way off. Bob told me that the way he’s invested our money, even if you stopped working tomorrow we could live very comfortably for the rest of our lives. But you won’t stop working for years, amico. You have a dazzling future, many more films to make, and through it all I’ll be right there with you.
Tears were running down Grady’s cheeks as he pulled Mario to him and held him in a long, passionate kiss. When they pulled away Mario smiled. “I know what we need, amico.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and hit a number. “Ciao, bambino. Could you do us a favor and bring us a bottle of that special Napa Chardonnay you keep stashed away for us for special occasions? Can you meet us at the gate of the Secret Garden? Thank you, Brian.”
“The secret garden, eh?” Grady grinned. “I’m not sure if I can cum again, I already shot four loads already.”
“Grady, there’s more to life than ejaculation. The Secret Garden is for love. Uniforms are for multiple orgasms, handcuffs and fantasy – that’s why I set that up for you. Was it fun?”
“Dude, it was classic. I couldn’t get enough.” He frowned. “Er, Mario, do you think I’m sexually compulsive – or butt-fuck compulsive anyway?”
Mario chose his words carefully. “I think you have a highly active libido, amico, and you are such a macho action-star to the rest of the world that sometimes you enjoy the reverse fantasy of being dominated, especially by cops and soldiers.”
“In other words, yes,” Grady grinned. “Definitely addicted to cock.”
Mario laughed and they got to their feet. Grady pulled on his shorts and they ambled over to the gate in the hedge of the secret garden, where Brian was waiting for them in his wheelchair, with a wine bottle and two glasses on his tray table.
“Perfetto,” Mario smiled. “Grazie molto, bambino. He unlocked the door to the secret garden and handed the key to Brian. “When dinner is ready please come and fetch us, Brian.”
“Of course, sir. Is there anything else you need, sirs?”
“Yes there is kiddo,” Grady said conspiratorially. “We gotta dish real soon. I’ve been away from the action for so long – having a little action of my own – and I’ve missed all the gossip so I need an update on what’s been going on.”
“Well, sir, there seems to be something brewing out at the construction sites. I’ll check it out and keep you posted, sir, as soon as you get back.”
Grady ruffled his hair. “That’s my boy. Get me all the grizzly details – the grizzlier the better.”
“Will do, sir.” Mario took the bottle and glasses and as Brian sped away Grady gazed fondly after him. Mario looked at the deep affection in his lover’s eyes and kissed him on the cheek. “You see, Grady? That’s one of the reasons I love you.”
They went into the secret garden together and closed the door behind them.
<><> Trouble Brewing <><>
When Brian got back to the group there were many raised eyebrows but he was as discreet as always about Grady House goings on. He merely smiled and said, “I’m to go and alert them when dinner’s ready.”
Then, as he wheeled himself round, clearing the table and bringing fresh drinks, Brian got busy on the mission Grady had given him – to keep his ear to the ground for gossip. It was a one-way street – no gossip about Grady, but gathering plenty of gossip for Grady. Brian loved being Grady’s boy.
And there was plenty to listen to as he worked. There would be twelve for dinner. Two couples would be continuing their mini-vacations and staying the night – Uncle Mike and his boy Larry – Steve and Lloyd and their boy Tommy, who would be sleeping with his lover Danny of course.
Brian and Brandon would sleep together as usual, but Mark and Hassan would be going to their own homes after dinner. The hosts, Mario and Grady would make up the dozen – if Brian could extricate them from whatever they were doing in the secret garden.
All four of the boys worked hard in the kitchen, and set everything up in the garden. On warm nights like this, dinner at the Grady House was usually served al fresco. The men at the table took deep breaths of the balmy, jasmine-scented evening air as they were served appetizers and their choice of wine and beer.
When Danny declared that dinner would be served in fifteen minutes Brian set off on his errand to summon Grady and Mario from the secret garden. He always trembled a bit when he inserted the key in the small door in the hedge, as this disheveled little garden had such an enchanted feel to it.
He didn’t go too far inside, and stopped his wheelchair in the long grass. He called out, “Er, sirs, dinner is served.” He waited a short while before Grady and Mario emerged with that dazed glow on their faces that always followed immersion in the secret garden.
Together they went through the gate to the real world – and to news of the real world. As Brian rolled along between them Grady asked eagerly, “So what’s the scoop, kiddo? What gives?”
“Well, sir,” Brian said, blinking rapidly behind his owl glasses, “there does seem to be something brewing that could blow up. You know how Mark is in charge of security at the construction sites – him being a cop and all.” He broke off as they came close to the table. “Well, maybe I should let Mark tell you himself. Just ask him about security.”
They were warmly greeted by the men, who all knew just by looking at them that Mario and Grady had been making love. As Steve later said to Lloyd: “There’s something about this place that eases all the tension and smooths out the wrinkles between lovers. It’s done that for all of us in one way or another. I wish I could capture it’s essence in a bottle and sprinkle a few drops on all my patients.”
When everyone was at the table Grady listened intently as Mike said, “Hassan and Mark here have promised to bring their boys out to our place in the desert when they next have a break.”
Grady’s imagination immediately flared. “Ain’t that where you have that little house way out in the desert, Hassan, where you and Mark go sometimes to, er, let’s just say, re-enact the past?”
“Something like that,” Hassan grinned, with his deep gravelly voice.”
“Hey, Mario,” Mike said, “you should bring Grady out to our house too. It’s a great way to get away from it all.”
Mario smiled, “Mille grazie, Mike. We would love that, but we have to be so careful about Grady’s privacy. If word got out you’d have paparazzi swarming your gate.”
“Oh we could keep a lid on that. One thing I’ve learned as a bar-owner is discretion, and Larry wouldn’t breathe a word.”
“Let’s do it, Mario,” Grady said enthusiastically. “And maybe we could even go out to Hassan’s place. I hear his basement is a porn fantasy. It sure ain’t the secret garden, but has its own kind of magic, it seems. The paparazzi would never sniff that place out, it’s so remote, and we could get Mark here to advise us about security.”
Brian smiled to himself, hearing Grady’s clever segué to the topic he had alerted him to.
“And talking of security, Mark, how did you find our security here when you checked? No problems? As solid as the firm’s construction sites?”
“Ah, it’s watertight here, Grady. Wish I could say the same for the sites.” He glanced at the impish look on Brian’s face and guessed he and Grady had been gossiping. “Funny you should ask, ‘cos a lot of other construction outfits have been plagued with robberies lately – pilfering of tools and equipment.
“Seems that a small group is responsible and I figure we might be next on their list – Randy’s already noticed a few things going missing. I’ve hired a nighttime security guard for each of the three sites, but Randy figures that, during the day, there are so many guys on the crew that no one would risk a daytime robbery. Still, I’m uneasy and I’ve told the other site managers, Zack and Seth, to be alert and report anything suspicious.
And Grady had to be content with that, though as he said later to Brian, “You were right kid. That’s something that could blow up – especially with hothead Randy in charge. If he came across this gang I wouldn’t give much for their chances. So stay tuned, kiddo.”
In fact, things came to a head on that subject much sooner than Mark or anyone else expected.
<><> Gossip Turns To Drama <><>
After dinner, Mark and Hassan said their goodnights and went home to their boys. The other couples went to their beds, after showering Mario and Grady with their thanks for bringing about so much peace and harmony to them all.
In the morning, breakfast was a late, lazy buffet affair and the guests spent the rest of the morning in mellow conversation, waiting for lunch. Lloyd joked, “A bit like a luxury cruise where folks drift from one meal to the next.”
However, the residents of the Grady House were busy for an hour or so as they had scheduled one of their regular meeting with Bob to go over the accounts – bookkeeping, expenses, taxes. He arrived mid-morning and met with Mario and Grady, Danny and Brian upstairs in the office.
As usual the news was upbeat, with Grady’s income more than covering the expenses of the party and the running of the house.
“As you know, I’ve cushioned you so you could live very well on your investments alone. But don’t be lulled by luxury. This is Hollywood after all, and the gravy train could shudder to a halt tomorrow. Not that that’s likely for you Grady. Even after jungle-man Tarzan and lifeguard Hunter have run their course, I’m sure the studio has other sexy action-heroes lined up for you. They know a heart-throb when they have one.
Grady grinned, “Bob, we gotta thank you for all you do for us. Money and statistics don’t mean much to me – I can barely get past two-plus-two – so it’s great to have a guy like you who we can trust. Not to mention who’s hot as a pistol, but that’s for another meeting – soon eh?”
Mario looked at Bob and rolled his eyes. “You see what we have to put up with, amico? Impossibile. He’s lucky he has such a pretty face.”
The meeting adjourned in laughter and the boys raced off to the kitchen. Bob was greeted warmly by Uncle Mike and Larry, Steve and Lloyd, and quite soon lunch was on the table. Conversation was amiably low-key … until Bob’s cellphone rang. “It’s Darius,” Bob said looking at the screen. Sorry about this, guys. Let’s see what he wants.” He put it on speaker.
Darius’s normally calm, good-natured voice was now clearly distressed. “Bob, I’m at the site and I think you should get here, it’s kinda serious. When Will came with the crew’s lunches he used the back gate and stumbled across three guys stealing stuff. They tried to shut him up but he naturally yelled for Randy, who came out and, of course, there was a huge fight.”
Trying to stay calm Bob asked, “Is anyone hurt, Darius?”
“Will wasn’t hurt – a few bruises is all, and he’s real shook up. But Randy’s in bad shape. He had taken on all three, they were real tough, and when I came out he’d busted up two of them, but he was on the ground and the third guy was beating him bad. Will was clobbering the thug with a plank and I finished him off.
“The upshot is that Randy’s pretty banged up. I called Mark and he’s on his way with backup. I called Doc Chad too and he’s coming. He’s arranged an ambulance to take Randy to his hospital.” Darius’s voice cracked. “But, sir, I really need you here too. I’m not sure if I can …”
“I’m on my way, Darius. Take a deep breath and try to hold it together till I get there. Fifteen minutes tops.”
“I’ll come with you,” Steve said. “You shouldn’t be alone – and Randy’s my brother.”
“Sorry, guys …” Bob said to the group as he got to his feet.
“Go, go,” Mario said. “If we can help, just call. And good luck, Bob.”
Bob and Steve ran to Bob’s car and they sped away. There were dazed looks around the table and Grady said to a shaken Brian, “Damn, who’d a thought it would play out like this, eh kiddo? This ain’t idle gossip anymore. This is serious.”
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TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength” – Book 12: Chapter 1