Trial Of Strength (Book 13)

"THE TAMING OF ROUGHNECK SETH"

Roughneck laborer Seth has an inferiority problem. He tells his boy Will, “I’m just a scruffy construction worker, only good for digging dirt and getting drunk.” Young Will proves him wrong, with a stay in a luxury hotel where his smart/savage look is a hit. But deep down Seth is still a wildman and treats Will to a pornographic fantasy where the roughneck is roughed up in bondage.

In the previous chapter

On the last day of the festive weekend gathering at the Grady House, it was a merry crowd that gathered round the large table for the final dinner.  The tribe’s co-leader Randy gave his customary speech of thanks to their hosts Grady, his lover Mario, their boys Brian and Danny, and all the chefs and helpers.  They all stood and bowed to acknowledge the raucous cheers.

Randy ended with good wishes to the various couples who would be going out of town next week.  “And one more just in, folks,” he smiled.  “I’ve just learned that Seth and Will are going down the coast for a couple of days living it up at the posh Rita-Carlton in Laguna.”  That was greeted by the loudest cheers of all, as everyone knew the problems the popular young redhead Will and his man, the rugged Seth, had just worked through.

Their problems had come to a head the previous night, when Seth had got drunk and confided his insecurity to his boy Will. 

“Thing is, kiddo, over this weekend I’ve realized that I don’t fit in with the guys here, prob’ly never did.  I mean, look at those guys ... Bob, with all his touch of class and book learning ... self-confident Zack ... two doctors, Steve and Chad ...the architect Lloyd ...   Now look at me, a scruffy construction worker – only thing I’m good at is digging dirt and getting drunk.”

“That’s not true, sir.  You’re a director of the company, boss of one of the construction sites like Randy and Zack, all of you big, tough guys.”

“Maybe so, but they’re way smarter than me – more confident. Huh, imagine me and those guys at some classy event somewhere – they’d sail through it, no problem.  You would too, Will, a fancy chef with all those good manners.  Me, I wouldn’t know what fucking fork to use. The fact remains, I’m a construction worker, I could never compete with stylish guys like them.”

“But you don’t have to compete, sir. I love you exactly the way you are. That’s what turns me on. When I talked to Randy he told me he used to have the same insecurity as this with his lover Bob – the executive and the laborer.  But Bob argued that the smart clothes and fancy words were all window dressing – anyone could do that if they wanted to.

“And to prove it, Bob took Randy down to that fancy hotel, the Ritz-Carlton where some of our guys used to work before coming here.  He didn’t want to go, but Bob insisted, and it worked. The staff were in awe of Randy and treated him like a prince.”

Seth chuckled.  “I’d like to have seen that – Randy all dressed up.  Huh, try getting me to do something like that, all gussied up.  No way.”

But Will persisted.  He was reassured by the guys who had once worked at that hotel, and Seth had a heart-to-heart chat with Randy.

“Dude, the kid has this cockamamie idea in his head about taking me down to a fancy hotel and ... ah, I dunno.”

“Seth, that boy of yours is a great kid, and he’s crazy in love with you.  You’re a lucky man. And whatever you can do to make him happy, I say go for it.  You can easily take a couple days off work.  My worksite is slow right now, waiting for permits, so I can easily cover yours.”

Bob joined in.  “Seth, like you, Randy fought against it tooth and nail at first.  But he ended up loving it, he was the star of the show.  I wish you would consider it, and you can tell Will if he needs any help I’ll be happy to give him whatever advice I can.”

When Will rejoined Seth, Randy and Bob, he was smiling happily.  “I’ve been speaking to the guys and they’re gonna help me.  They’re all for it and I feel much more confident.”

“Me too, kiddo,” Seth grinned.  “These two guys are all for it too, and I trust their judgement.  So, kid, it looks like we’re on.”

=========    Book 13: Chapter 22   =========

<><>   Of Smart Clothes & Haute Cuisine    <><>

The big weekend party at the Grady House had come to a close.  The gathering of the whole tribe had been, as always, full of boisterous laughter, a time to shed the worries of the workweek, to relax, make merry and make love.  The house once again had worked its magic.

But the excited young chef Will was not waiting for magic ... he was determined to make some of his own.  He was the stepson of the rough rugged construction boss Seth who was plagued by feelings of inferiority compared with the other senior men of the tribe – who included businessmen, doctors, an architect, not mention big boss Randy 

“Look at those guys, kiddo, then look at me – a scruffy construction worker.  Only thing I’m good at is digging dirt and getting drunk.  Huh, imagine me and those guys at some classy event somewhere – they’d sail through it, no problem.  You would too, Will, a fancy chef with all those good manners.  Me, I wouldn’t know what fucking fork to use. The fact remains, I’m a construction worker and could never compete with stylish well-dressed guys like them.”

But Will was determined to show him otherwise. At the advice of the tribe’s co-leaders, Bob and Randy, young Will had decided on the bold step of taking Seth down the coast for a couple of days’ stay at the luxurious Ritz-Carlton Hotel, where Seth would, hopefully, discover that his inferiority complex was misguided. 

As one of the five young chefs at the party he was cleaning up the kitchen after the final dinner and talking animatedly as he worked.  Two of the guys, Danny and his lover Tommy had both worked at the Ritz-Carlton before coming to the tribe – Danny as a waiter and Tommy as assistant manager and party planner. 

And it was those two that Will pumped for information about the hotel in preparation for his trip, asking what he and Seth should do or not do there, and what they could expect.

The consensus was that the staff at the luxury hotel were expertly trained to give professional service to all the hotel guests, sophisticated regulars and apprehensive newcomers alike.  So Seth and Will should not worry about the occasional social gaff.  The staff were skilled at taking all that in stride.

They were joined in the kitchen by one of the top men, the handsome Hispanic Miguel, who was also Zack’s lover.  Miguel had been the chef de cuisine at that hotel before transferring to the Downtown LA Ritz as executive chef supervising the kitchens at both hotels. 

Miguel was always impressed by the culinary skills of the tribe’s young chefs and made it clear he would employ any of them in his kitchens if they ever chose to.  But of course, they were perfectly happy where they were.  He now offered to give young Will any assistance he needed. 

“Will, if you like, I can make reservations for Seth and you at the Laguna hotel.”

“That would be nice, sir, but we don’t want you to comp us. We’ll pay full price like anyone else.”

Miguel was impressed by Will’s determination.  “I understand, Will, but maybe you’ll let me do this at least.  I’ll book you in at the basic price and then give you a free upgrade to an Ocean-view Executive Suite.  How’s that sound?”

“Thank you very much, sir.  I think we would go for that.  It’s very generous.”

“Also, while you’re there I could arrange for you to visit the kitchens to let you see how a major hotel kitchen operates.”

“Really, sir?  I would love that.  I don’t think Seth would be interested – he’d prefer an hour or two sunning by the pool.”

“Right, I’ll take care of it and give you all the details at the house before you leave tomorrow.”

“And in the meantime,” Danny said, “Tommy and me will give you suggestions on what clothes you should pack.  Really, the rule of thumb is what they call ‘resort casual’ during the day and a bit dressier ‘smart casual’ in the evening.”

Miguel laughed.  “The hotel has relaxed the dress-code a lot since the old coat-and-tie days.  They know how to move with the times.”

The more he learned, the more enthusiastic Will became about the trip.  He couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come.

<><>    Eager Preparations    <><>

After many fond farewells, effusive thanks, and promises to ‘do it again soon’ Grady and Mario were at last left alone to enjoy the now-serene Grady House, with their boys Brian and Danny.  They would enjoy the next few weeks alone before Grady’s next movie began production.

The action now switched to the tribe’s compound.  Early next morning the young office assistants Noah and Vic left excitedly with cowboy Charlie, driving north to Fresno for Charlie’s rodeo gig. That left the business office depleted of staff, and office manager Brandon, in his new capacity as Director of Finance, had a meeting with Bob. 

Bob said, “While Vic and Noah are gone, Brandon, you can have my assistant Ryan full time, and I’ll spend much of my time here to help out. But you should be giving serious thought to hiring an extra assistant.  Preferably one who knows all about payroll – that’s what takes all the time and I’d love to take that burden off the boys so they could better assist you.  I want to avoid you working a ton of overtime.  Your man Pete would not be best pleased.”

Meanwhile much of the focus of the boys was on Will.  The boys were a close-knit bunch who shared their joys and disappointments with each other.  So Will’s excitement was infectious and they gathered round him, bombarding him with unsolicited advice and encouragement.

Seth had gone to the construction site he managed to hand over to Randy for the few days he would be gone.  And Will was released from kitchen duties by the twins, who offered to help him prepare for his trip in whatever way they could.

Bob added his support too.  “Everything under control, Will?”

“Pretty much, thank you, sir.  Miguel has been great, making the hotel reservation for us.  I insisted on paying the regular price and he insisted on getting us a free upgrade to a posh ocean-view room. And one other thing, sir.  I want to keep it low-key for Seth ... don’t want him to think this is all such a great big deal.  He might get cold feet..”

“Very wise, Will.  The only advice I would give you is this.  Never forget you are a successful and talented chef.  And Seth is a hardworking, sexy, construction boss and company director.  Neither of you has any reason to feel inferior to anyone.  The whole Idea of this trip is to make Seth feel he is every bit as good as the next man.  Which of course he is.”

“Thank you for saying that, sir.”

“When do you plan on leaving?”

“About four o’clock, sir.  It’s a bit over an hour’s drive so we’ll get there in plenty of time for dinner.  Er, any suggestions?”

“When I went down there with Randy we had cocktails on the terrace watching the sun set over the ocean.  Then we had dinner in the room, actually on the room’s private terrace.  Room service there is terrific, and you wouldn’t have to dress up in any way.  It’d be a way to ease into the atmosphere of the hotel without any stress.”

“Thanks for the advice, sir.  Er, several of the guys offered to lend us their SUV’s, but Seth insisted on driving us down in his own truck.  He said that’s the real him.”

“He’s absolutely right,” Bob smiled. “That guy is going to be fine.  He’s just like Randy.”

“I know, sir.  Actually Randy told me when he went down there a second time he drove his own truck.” Will laughed.  “And when he pulled up at the front entrance he said the valet parkers all swarmed around it, wanting to be the one who drove it down to the garage.  He joked that the truck got even more respect than he did.  ‘Course, he said, he did wash the mud off it first.”

“Yup, that’s Randy alright.  And I tell you, when that man strode through the hotel lobby every eye was on him.”

Bob and Will were talking in the garden, and just then Pablo and his mechanic’s assistant Ben came home for lunch.  “Hey, dude,” Pablo said, “we heard Seth was driving you down in his truck, so Ben and me gave it a good wash.  Cleans up a real beaut. That powerful truck will give all those valet guys hard-ons.  And when Seth steps out of it, they’ll cream their shorts.”

Bob roared with laughter.  “Pablo, you are just like your dad Randy.”

“I try my best, sir.”

“That was a very kind gesture, guys.  I just love the way all you guys rally round each other.  It’s the backbone of the tribe.”

Seth got home early from work and went straight to his small house adjacent to the compound.  He found Will there with clothes spread on the bed.  He gave his boy a tight hug.  “Hey, kiddo, you getting excited?”

“Yes, sir, and I think we’re pretty much ready.  Just need to shower and hit the road.”

“Is that all the clothes we’re taking?  Thought we were gonna have to gussy up?”

“I talked to the guys who know the hotel and they told me it’s mostly California casual, a bit smarter in the evenings.  I laid out these tan suede leather jeans that look so hot on you, and that sexy black polo shirt I bought for you.  And remember those shiny brown dress boots I bought for you a long time ago and you almost never wear?  They’ll work better than those muddy old work boots.”

“So that’s it?  No jacket and tie?”

Will laughed.  “No, sir.  Miguel said it’s not like the old days which were much more formal. But I brought your blazer in case we eat in the dining room.  Let’s hit the showers, sir.”

Seth smiled and opened his arms. “Come here, kiddo.  Dude, I appreciate everything you’re doing for me, and I understand why.  Matter of fact, I’m feeling pretty good about the trip now.  I talked to Randy and he said him and Bob go down there whenever they want a change of scene to recharge their batteries and get pampered in a classy hotel.  So let’s do it kiddo.”

<><>    More Than A Scruffy Dad & His Freckle-Faced Kid    <><>

A short time later Seth and Will emerged from their house.  Seth looked very different from usual, now dressed in tan suede leather jeans that hugged his long legs, smart brown boots and black polo shirt that accentuated his muscular torso and long waist.  But in contrast to his smart clothes, he was still the same rugged Seth with his heavily stubbled square jaw, chiseled features and tousled hair.  The smart/savage look was way sexy, Will thought.

Will was in blue jeans, loafers and dark green mock turtleneck shirt that worked well with his red hair.  Seth was carrying the only bag they brought with them that contained their other clothes, from swimwear to smart formal.

A group of guys had already gathered for pre-dinner drinks, and the sexy couple brought a burst of admiring cheers and good wishes.  Bob and Randy went with them out to their truck which looked unusually clean and polished thanks to Pablo and Ben.  Randy shook Seth’s hand. 

“Not the usual grubby construction look we’re used to, buddy, but even more sexy. You’ll leave a row of stiff dicks behind you in that hotel.  Take care of your boy – he’s precious cargo.”

Seth grinned, “I’m depending on him to take care of me, dude, in those posh surroundings.”

“I’m sure you will both take care of each other,” Bob smiled.  “That’s what this man/boy thing is all about.  Off you go or you’ll miss the sunset from the terrace.  Ooh, I remember that so well.”

Seth tossed the bag behind the truck’s seats, helped Will up into the passenger seat, then swung himself in behind the wheel. “Have a blast, kids,” Randy yelled. “Knock ‘em dead, Seth.”

And they were off.  “This is it, kiddo.  What? ... Figueroa to the 5 freeway all the way down to Laguna Niguel, right?”

“That should do it, sir.  A bit over an hour depending on traffic.  Sir, is it OK to tell you how happy I am right now?”

“Of course kiddo.  Me too.  Bit uneasy about what to expect though. I’ve never been to a ritzy place like this before.  Don’t wanna make a fool of myself.”

“Sir, just look at yourself.  A gorgeous man, sexy as hell. If you were to swing from the chandeliers you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself.”

“What does your etiquette book say about that?”

“Hmm, I looked up chandelier and ... not a good idea, sir.  Not recommended.”

“OK, I’ll try to remember to stay clear of the bright lights.”  They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

And that was the mood in the truck all the way down the freeway, though both felt the tension building as they swung off the freeway and onto Pacific Coast Highway.

And suddenly there it was – the Ritz-Carlton Hotel.  Or at least, the entrance to the long palm-tree lined drive.  It was quite a way down the drive to the hotel itself, perched on the edge of the cliffs overlooking the Pacific.

At last the impressive entrance loomed up and Seth lost his nerve.  “Where to now, kid?”

“Drive straight under the big, canopied entrance sir.  See all those uniformed valets?”

“Got it.”  Seth clenched his jaw and drove slowly under the canopy.  The big iron-gray truck was instantly swarmed with valet parkers, mostly young men.  Valets on each side opened the doors and Will smiled to himself when he heard the soft gasps as Seth slid his long legs out and jumped down from the truck.  Seth himself was too nervous to notice their reaction but he sure hid his nerves well as he swung their bag out and slung it over his shoulder.

A young blond valet said. “Allow me to take your bag, sir.”  Seth was dimly aware of making a slight gaff, assuming guests carried their own bags.  But he handed over the bag with a dazzling smile and a “thanks, kid” that Will was pretty sure gave the young man a boner.

Seth gave the car keys to another valet who grinned, “Terrific truck, sir, if you don’t mind my saying so – F-450.  Six cylinders?”

‘No, the 450 has eight,” Seth grinned and added in his gravelly voice, “When you work in construction you need a big brawny tuck like this.” 

“Wow,” the valet said, though Will couldn’t tell if the wow referred to the truck or the handsome construction worker. Probably both.  The young guy climbed in and revved the powerful engine.  “Wow,” he said again.  “A pleasure to drive, even if only down to the garage.  Thank you, sir.”

As they followed the valet wheeling the luggage cart through the main doors Will said softly to Seth, “The truck’s a big hit, sir, and so are you.”

That was even more apparent as Seth strode through the long marble lobby, causing heads to turn and stare at the tall, tough-looking craggy man in tight, tan suede leather pants and black shirt over his obviously muscled torso.  After the brief exchange by the truck, where Seth had casually let slip that he was a construction worker and got a ‘wow’ reaction, he was starting to enjoy himself and his nerves vanished.

When they approached the reception desk Seth gave his name to the receptionist and added, “And this is my boy Will.”

“Of course, sirs,” the receptionist said with a warm smile.  “Welcome to the Ritz-Carlton.  Our Miguel made your reservation and told us to take extra special care of you.  Let’s see, that’ll be three nights in an Ocean View Executive Suite.”

Seeing that Seth was handling the sign-in easily Will turned his back to the desk and looked at the people milling around in the lobby.  A boy broke free of his parents and shyly approached Will.  “Er sorry to bother you, sir, but I’m sure I’ve seen your friend in one of those super-hero movies ... The Avengers or one of those.  Is he?”

“Nope, sorry, he’s not, though I agree he could be.”

“Ah, never mind, could I get his autograph anyway?”

Will jogged Seth’s elbow and told him what the boy wanted.  Surprised, Seth nevertheless smiled warmly.  “Hey kiddo, how you doin?  You staying in the hotel?”

“Yes, sir.  With my mom and dad.  Would you sign my book please?”

“Sure ...”  Seth took the small book he offered. “What’s your name, kiddo?”

“Lionel, sir.,” he blushed.

“OK, Lionel.”  Seth signed his name, ‘with best wishes to Lionel – great to meet you’. “There you go, dude.  Maybe we’ll see you around the hotel eh?  Have fun.”

The boy blushed again and ran back to his parents.  Seth grinned, “What was all that about, Will?”

“He thought you were a movie star, sir, and I can see why.  A lot of other folks here prob’ly think the same.  I mean, you certainly stand out in a crowd.”

The valet led them to the elevators and up to their room.  He let them in and gave the keycard to Seth.  Enjoy your stay, sirs, and if there’s anything you need, anything at all, you have only to call us.”

Seth fished in his pockets.  When starting out, Will had given him a wad of five- and ten-dollar bills for tips, and he gave one to the valet.  “Thanks, dude.  Great place you got here.”

After he left, Seth winced and slapped his own face.  “Shit, how stupid did that sound – ‘great place you got here.  Of course they fuckin’ do, it’s the Ritz-fucking-Carlton for god’s sake.”

Will looked at him ... and they both burst out laughing.  “Well, we’re here now, sir, and I’d say everything went swimmingly.  You turned every head as you walked through that lobby, and stiffened a lot of dicks, I’ll bet.  You even got mistaken for a big action-movie star.  Can’t wait to tell Grady about that one.”

“Hey, lets get something straight here.  I’m still a construction worker and I enjoy being a construction worker.  I haven’t changed.”

“Begging your pardon sir, but you have – in my eyes at least.” They went out and sat on the room’s terrace.  “Funny thing, sir.  The purpose of this trip was to stop you thinking that all you are is a roughneck laborer.  But now I realize that I myself saw you only as that, ‘cos that’s how you always looked.  And that wild, grubby look was so sexy it turned me on bigtime.

“But today, when I first saw you wearing those clothes, and later watched you talking to the valet parker and then walking so proudly through the lobby, I saw a whole different you, an even sexier Seth.”

“I know what you mean, kiddo.  I felt different too.  There’s an old saying – ‘Clothes Make The Man, and I guess there’s some truth in that.  But it’s not only the clothes ... I feel different, more confident.  I’m more than just a laborer in a torn T-shirt and overalls.  Kiddo, I even feel different with you – more of what some guys call a master, not just some horny schmuck getting his rocks off.”

As they sat in the warm breeze looking out over the ocean glittering in the sunlight to the horizon, both man and boy were aware they had crossed some kind of threshold in their relationship. 

At last the ugly past was way in the past, no longer part of them.  The roughneck laborer image had in a way been a continuation of that, as if that’s all Seth would ever be.  But today had exploded that myth and shown them both they were much more than a scruffy dad and his freckle-face kid.

“Hey, Will,” Seth grinned,” that don’t mean we can’t be impressed by all this glitz and glamor.  Let’s take a look at this ‘executive suite’ we’ve landed in.  They went in off the terrace and it was their turn to say ’wow’.  “This is really something kiddo.  It’s so fucking ... classy ... those plush couches, deep carpet, and get a load of this bathroom – it’s all fucking marble.”

Then they went into the bedroom and stared in awe.  Dammit it, Will that huge, gorgeous bed.  Almost to good to sleep in ...”

“Or make love in, sir?”

“Kid, a bed like that was made for lovers.”  He smiled at his boy.  “These pants are so fucking tight, and my bulge in them is so huge that when we go downstairs for drinks on the terrace we’ll get evicted.”

“We can’t have that, sir.  Maybe I can do something about it.”

<><>    The Shirtless Hunk & The Rent-Boy    <><>

Will stepped back and gazed at Seth.  It was true ... he had never imagined him like this, and the effect was stunning, especially those suede pants hugging his hips and thighs.  Will reached forward and ran his hands over Seth’s black polo shirt, then down to his slim hips.  Bracing his hands on the hips he sank to his knees. 

He bent forward and pressed his cheek against the bulging suede, so different from his usual muddy jeans.  He ran his hands down Seth’s thighs then round the back and clamped his palms over his bulging butt and dug his fingers in the solid cheeks that flexed under the tight pants. He hugged Seth’s waist, held onto his butt, and licked the soft suede over his cock. 

“Feels so hot, kid.  You better do something to my dick or I’m gonna mess up these snazzy jeans with a load o’ jizz.”

“Oh no.  If you show up downstairs with cum-soaked jeans, no matter how stylish they are, that would get us evicted too.  So I better make sure you don’t spill any.”  Will stroked the bulge again, then slowly pulled down the zipper, reached inside and pulled out the long, thick shaft, as hard as steel.

He stared at it awestruck. “That’s one thing never changes, sir, no matter what you’re wearing.”   

“You look so fucking hot down there on your knees, kid, you’re about to get a load off jizz slammed straight into that cute freckled face.”

“No, sir, I can do better than that.”  Will licked the whole length of the thick rod, then wrapped his hand round it and licked the head, drawing back the long gossamer threads of pre-cum.  After teasing Seth to the edge of orgasm, he opened his mouth wide and swallowed the whole shaft until his face was buried in the wiry black tangle of pubic hair.

Slowly his mouth moved down and back on the bulging cock, driving Seth wild.  Abruptly he grabbed Will’s shock of red hair and pulled his face hard down on his rod.  “See, kid, like Randy said, the fancy clothes are just window dressing.  Inside I’m still the savage roughneck I’ve always been.  Let me refresh your memory.”

Grabbing his head with both hands now Seth pounded the boy’s face with his massive cock, making tears spurt from Will’s eyes as he took it all the way down his throat, again and again.  Will felt he would suffocate on the gag of the monster shaft pistoning in his mouth, but then he heard, “Here it comes, boy.  The caveman’s gonna make you choke on jizz ... now ...!”

Will’s head jerked back as his man’s sperm blasted down his throat and he swallowed frantically, gulp after gulp, determined not to gag. 

At last the flood of semen slowed to a trickle and Seth pulled out and grinned. “I just needed a quick break from all the fancy stuff and let the wildman out of his cave.  You OK, kid?  Not too rough?”

“No, sir.” Will grinned.  “Good to know the wildman is still there, could break loose at any time.  Only thing is, I gotta cum, sir.  Can I jerk off?”

“Not yet. Let’s get rid of the wildman and see what you make of the other Seth, the well-dressed hotel-ready version.  Sit on the edge of the bed and watch.  You can stroke your cock but don’t cum, not till I say you can.”

Will excitedly obeyed and pulled his cock out of his jeans. He was disappointed when Seth zipped up his pants, left the bedroom and closed the door behind him.  But Will’s confusion didn’t last long.  The door opened and there was Seth, framed in the doorway.  “Ah,” he smiled, “so you’re the boy the hotel sent up for me.  They said I could ask for whatever I wanted, and you look like you’ll do just fine.

“But here’s the thing.  You may be a rent-boy, sex for money. But I need you to really get off on me.  I’m a vain motherfucker, not used to paying for sex, so I need to be worshipped if I’m gonna spend the night with you.  Let’s see what you got.”

Seth ran his hand sensually over his black shirt, as if making love to his own body.  He reached behind his neck and pulled the polo shirt up slowly, revealing his long waist, ripped abs and hairy chest, then pulled it off over his head and tossed it aside.

Will gasped at the sight of the virile, shirtless stud, the tight suede pants hugging his slim hips, his crotch and muscled thighs.  He had never seen his man look this sexy and he stopped stroking his cock, as he could have climaxed just staring at the bare-chested muscle-god.

His cock shuddered even more as Seth stretched his arms up in a V and grabbed the lintel beam atop the door.  Will gasped again.  Worship him?  Of course he worshipped the man framed in the doorway, body stretched, muscles flexed, torso slanting down from broad shoulders to his slim sexy waist cinched by the tan suede leather jeans.

Seth smiled at the effect he was having on him.  “So, boy, you wanna spend the night with this horny hunk, have him fuck your face and your cute butt over and over again.  And if you do well maybe I’ll take you home with me, own you as my boy.  “You want that?”

“Yes please sir, very much ... please sir.”

“Right, so let’s see what you got.”

Mesmerized by the sight of the man stretched in the doorway, and by his deep gritty voice, Will slid off the bed and onto his knees on the floor.  He reached down for his cock but Seth barked “No.  Take off your shirt.”  Will quickly obeyed and spread his shirt on the floor in front of him.  

“Good, now squeeze your tits ... both hands ... hard.   Watch me ... don’t take your eyes off me.  There was one tough son of a bitch I met turned out to be a sadist who attacked me.  I got beat in a fight and he tied me up like this – roped my wrists to the lintel bar.  He began to whip me, torture my ass, and I struggled to get free, begging for mercy as the lash fell across my back, striping my flesh.”

Will watched the shirtless hunk flex his muscles as if tugging at his restraints, desperate to get free.  His muscled body writhed in the doorway, his rugged, chiseled, features grimacing in pain, stubbled jaw clenched hard, head thrashing from side to side, shaggy hair flying across his face.

Will was in a world of pornographic fantasy as he stared in disbelief at the incredible sight of the tortured, man, stripped to the waist, muscles rippling as he struggled in bondage.  Will squeezed his own tits hard, his cock stood straight out like a pole and he gasped, “I worship you, sir.  I want to be your boy, I ... aaagh ... aaagh ...” 

His cock shuddered in a pent-up hands-free orgasm and blasted streams of creamy white juice that splashed down on his shirt on the floor.

Seth relaxed, dropped his arms and flashed his gleaming smile.  At last he came into the room, picked up Will’s cum-soaked shirt and knelt before him.  “You’re my boy alright, kiddo.”  He pulled Will’s face to his in a long grinding kiss. “Yeah, you’ll do well for tonight, and the next night, and the rest of our lives.  That what you want?”

“Yes please, sir.  More than ever.  You were magnificent.”

“Good, we’ll start with drinks on the terrace.” Seth chuckled.  “I was impressed that even in the heat of passion you used your shirt to protect the fancy carpet.”  He picked up the shirt with his fingertips and winced.  But this sticky wet thing would sure get us evicted, so you better get a fresh one.  So what does a sexy young redhead wear for cocktails at the Ritz?”

Will laughed, “No problem – I have just the thing, sir.”

<><>    Easy When You Get The Hang Of It    <><>

A few minutes later they had changed their shirts and were ready.  Will had brought a Hawaiian shirt that accentuated his redheaded looks. Seth was in a slim-fit white cotton shirt, unbuttoned halfway down his chest, sleeves rolled up above the elbows.  Tucked into his tan suede jeans it emphasized his long waist and slim hips, with glimpses of his bulging pecs under the half-open shirt.

“You’re making me hard again, sir.  We’d better go before I fall to my knees and jerk off worshiping you again.”

As they walked through the lobby the effect was the same as before, with heads turning to stare at them.  When they had arrived earlier, Seth had been too nervous to notice the looks he got. But being body-worshipped by his boy in a pornographic fantasy had relaxed and inspired him and he now strode with a confident swagger that made him even sexier. 

Will knew that it was the contrasting combination of smart casual clothes and the burly, stubbled he-man look that attracted all the attention.  He casually threw his arm over Will’s shoulder, making Will the envy of many – men and women alike.

They made their way through the door leading out to the terrace that overlooked the pool and beyond that the cliff, the beach below it, and the ocean that sparkled all the way to the far horizon.”

The restaurant host met them with a bright smile and led them to a table right at the front of the terrace.  This meant walking all through the other occupied tables, which created quite a stir.  “There you are, sirs, an ocean-front table.  Would you like to see a food menu or just drinks and canapés?”

“Just drinks, thanks,” Seth said.  “We’ll be having dinner in our room.”

“Very good, sir.  I’ll leave the room service dinner menu with you, and I can take your order before you leave.  Do you already know what you would like to drink now?”

“Yeah, Scotch for me.  Do you, er, have Johnny Walker Blue Label?”

“Ah, a man of taste, I see.  We do indeed, sir.  And for you, sir?”

“An apple martini, please,” Will smiled confidently.

“Right away, sir.”

He left the menus, walked away and Seth grinned, “Hey, all this luxury stuff is kinda easy once you get the hang of it.  But was I dumb to ask if they have Blue Label?  Of course they would, they have everything.”

“Dad, you gotta get over these worries about doing the wrong thing.  You have a commanding presence here, you turn heads, they all wanna sleep with you.”

Seth chuckled.  “They don’t realize you’ve got a monopoly on that, kiddo.”

“Anyway, sir, there is no ‘wrong thing’ here.”

Seth laughed, “Yeah except maybe a semen-soaked bulge in my pants and you in a cum-drenched shirt.”

The drinks arrived and they clinked glasses.  “To us, Will.  And thanks for arranging all this.  It’s just what my damaged ego needed.  Hm, maybe I’ll end up as vain as Jason, jerk off looking at myself in a mirror and fantasizing.”

“That would look hot, sir, but if you do I want to be part of your fantasy, kneeling on the floor between you and the mirror.  Better to cum in my face than waste good semen on the glass.”

As they joked and laughed, the sun was low on the horizon and their faces glowed in the golden light.  “I love you so much, kid,” Seth said softly, touching his hand.  And you know what?  I’m not scared anymore of you running away and leaving me.”

Will put on a mock-serious face. “Oh, I can’t, sir.  Upstairs you said you bought me for all night and tomorrow night, and if I was good you’d take me back home and make me your boy.  You wouldn’t even have to tie me up to fuck me ... although, that sounds ...”

“Yeah, sounds pretty good to me too.  “We’ll have to see how you perform tonight.  Think of yourself on probation.”

“I’ll drink to that, sir.”  He raised his glass.  “To probation.”

Seth’s eyes were moist as he said, “What would your etiquette book say if I leaned across the table and kissed you.”

“Hm ... probably not done on a crowded terrace, sir.  Better to wait till I give you room service.”

<><>    Ozzie    <><>

Man and boy felt lighthearted as they sat together watching the sun sink lower on the horizon.  They amused themselves playing the game of surveying other patrons on the terrace and guessing their stories.  “Mother and son, I think,” said Seth of one couple.  “Nah, older rich woman and toyboy,” Will giggled.

Their attention switched to a young black boy who walked unobtrusively onto the terrace and went up to the maître d’ at his podium.  They were close enough for Seth and Will to hear their conversation, even though they spoke discretely.

“Hey, Ozzie, how’s it going? You done for the day?”

“Almost, sir,” the boy smiled, flashing a row of sparkling white teeth.  Then I’m gonna watch the sunset from the beach, breathe in the fresh sea air after being cooped up in the office all day.  I’ve finally finished the payroll figures – here they are – plus the new timecards for the hourly guys.  I’ll pick them up tomorrow after you’ve checked and approved them.”

The boss perused them briefly.  “You are great at this Ozzie, always so clear, and I rarely find errors.  Don’t you ever get tired of churning out these figures?”

“Call me weird, sir, but I really like doing payroll.  No one else in the office does, so they leave it to me.”

“You going out partying tonight?”

“Me, party?  Nah, another Netflix night for me.”

“Well, kid, enjoy your sunset.”

“Thanks, sir, I always do.”  He went through a gate leading to the path down the cliff.

“Cute kid, eh? Seth said.  “One of the office staff apparently.”

“I agree, sir.  But it was what he said that caught my attention.  Reminds me of something I overheard at home before we left.”

Seth drained the last of his Scotch.  “I was thinking, Will.  How about watching the sunset from the beach?  I’m done drinking”

“Me too, sir.  Good, let’s go.”

As they passed the maître d’ he smiled.  “Thank you, sirs. Should be a great sunset tonight with those streaky clouds at the horizon. Enjoy.”

They went through the gate and started down the path that zigzagged down the cliff to the beach 150 feet below.  “Mmm,” Seth sighed, “that kid was right, the air is real sweet.”

As soon as they hit the beach and walked over the soft sand they saw the boy sitting on an outcropping of rocks at the water’s edge, legs drawn up, arms wrapped round them, chin resting on his knees.”

“Kind of a lonely picture, don’t you think, sir?  Maybe he prefers it that way.”

“Let’s go see, uh?”  They walked over the rocks and came up behind the boy.  Startled he turned his head and jumped to his feet.  “Oh, sorry, sirs.  Am I in your way?”

“Hey,” Seth grinned, “sit back down.  It’s us should apologize for disturbing your solitude out here.  We’ll back off if you prefer to be alone.”

“No, sir, please stay.  Not often I have company watching the sun set, my favorite time of day.  My name is Ozzie, sir, I work here.”

“We know, we overheard you talking to the maître d’.”  They sat down on the rocks at an angle to Ozzie so they could all look over the ocean and at each other

“We’re not really supposed to socialize with the hotel guests, sir.”

Seth laughed.  “Well, we won’t tell if you won’t, Ozzie.”  He held out his hand.  “I’m Seth and this is my stepson Will. We checked in today.”

Ozzie shook hands. “I know, sir, everyone knows.  When you arrived a buzz went round all the staff.  We often talk among ourselves about guests, and you are ... really striking, sir.  A lot of the guys got ...” he bit his tongue.  “Sorry, never mind.”

“What’s Ozzie short for?” Will asked..

“Oscar, actually, but nobody’s called me that since I was a baby.”

“OK,” Will grinned, “Ozzie it is.  And we heard you say you worked in the office here?”

“That’s right.  They put me in charge of payroll, which is real complicated in a hotel like this ’cos we have salaried staff, hourly and casual labor that comes and goes.”

“Sound like a place we know,” Will chuckled.  “And we heard you say you enjoy doing payroll?”

“I do, sir, strange as that may seem.  The way I see it is that accounting is all about figures, but payroll is about people’s lives.  I prepare stuff they depend on. Like, if I mess up, or their checks are late, it affects their family.  It’s more personal than stuff like payables and receivables.”

“So you enjoy working here?”

“Yes, sir, the hotel treats us very well.  Only thing is the office is huge – all the business operations under one roof.  Has a corporate feel.  I would kinda like to do the same work but for a smaller outfit, where doing payroll would be even more personal, I would know the guys.”

“Do you, er, ever get up to L.A.?”

“Oh yes, sir, every chance I get.  See, that’s another thing.  Living down here may seem like paradise, it’s totally gorgeous and all.  But there’s not much to do for fun, I mostly just watch TV.  I’m really a big city boy and I love L.A.  Matter of fact, I have a four-day weekend coming up, so on Thursday I’m going up there, stay with a buddy of mine in Highland Park.”

“Do you drive up there?”

Ozzie laughed.  “Oh no, sir. My li’l old banger wouldn’t survive an hour-plus on the freeway.  I take the train.”

Will looked eagerly at Seth, who smiled and said, “Um, you know, Ossie, we just got here and we’re staying three nights, driving back to town on Thursday.  You could ride with us if you like.  Highland Park is just down the road from where we live so we could easily drop you off there.”

“Really, sir?  Are you sure?”

“Sure I’m sure.  I have a nice roomy truck.”

“I know, sir, an F-450, the valet guys told us.  Well, if I wouldn’t be in your way ...”

“We’d love your company, dude,” Will said.  “Give me your phone number and I’ll call you later to arrange the time.”

They exchanged phone numbers and Seth said, “OK, that’s settled.  Now we gotta do what we came for and watch the sunset.”

Ozzie smiled happily.  “It’s a couple minutes away and it’s gonna be a special one.  Look at those streaky clouds on the horizon, already gold against the turquoise sky.”

Silence followed as they stared out to sea, mesmerized. All three let their minds wandered – thoughts for the future mostly.  Seth had been moved by Will’s kindness to this young stranger.  He held Will’s hand and glanced at his smiling face glowing in the magical light.  

In a few minutes the sun flared briefly between the clouds and the horizon and sank slowly over the needle-sharp horizon.  “And plop,” said Ossie softly as the sun disappeared and golden rays leapt up into the darkening night sky.

Ossie turned to share his happiness with his new friends and was shocked at first to see father and son kissing. 

But as he gazed out to sea again, his initial shock turned to a joyful awareness that a kiss was perfectly natural in the magic of the moment. He realized that every time he had delighted in past sunsets, sitting alone on his rock, the only thing missing had been someone to kiss.”

<><>    Will Phones Home To Brandon    <><>

Having said their goodbyes to Ozzie, Seth and Will were back in their room waiting for the room service dinner they had previously ordered before they left on the terrace.  Will said, “Sir, do you mind if I make a quick call to Brandon?”

“Of curse not.  I knew there was something buzzing in that devious mind of yours.”

Will tapped his phone and Brandon answered.  “Hey, Will, how’s it going down there?  We were all wondering.”

“Everything’s great, dude.  People have gone crazy over the hunk in the suede pants, he’s already been mistaken for an action movie star.  Tell that to Grady when you see him.  But listen, buddy, I’m really calling with a question.  You know you and Bob were talking about hiring someone new in the office?   Have you found anyone yet?”

“Nah, I’m just starting to look, but it’s harder than you might think.  See, we’re looking for someone specifically for payroll, take that load off our guys’ backs.  And of course, this is not your average business office, given our ‘lifestyle’ as people call it.  I don’t wanna hire some guy who takes one look at guys kissing and runs away in shock.  So I can’t really advertise online.  I’m hoping to find someone suitable through word of mouth.”

“So how about my word of mouth, buddy?  Seth and I just met a young guy here sitting on the rocks watching the sunset.  Spectacular by the way ... the sunset I mean.  The kid works in the business office here, doing the hotel’s payroll, and get his ... he just loves doing payroll, the whole thing – salaried staff, hourly and casual workers – says that mix can be real complicated.  Sound like someplace you know?”

“Sure, but the guy works for a great company, and in paradise.  He’d wanna leave all that?”

“Two things he don’t care for.  One is, the business office here is huge, says it feels corporate.  He’d like a smaller place where he does all the payroll.  Second of all, he says he’s really a big city kinda boy and wants to live in L.A.  Matter of fact, he’s coming up there in a few days to spend time with a pal.  Seth offered to give him a lift with us.  What d’ya think, dude?”

“Hmm, sounds promising, Will.  But I’d rather you don’t tell him about our conversation just yet.  Wouldn’t wanna get his hopes up.”

“Oh, I intend to back off from here on.  Anyway, I don’t know anything about that lifestyle thing, we didn’t touch on that.  So I’ll leave it all to you, dude – you’re the boss.  Hell, you’re a new Company Director.  Can I just tell him I know someone he might wanna speak to about a job?”

“Yeah, sounds about right.  Don’t tell him to call me.  Give me his number when you get home and let me call him.  I need to draw up a job description first, and talk to Bob about the position’s wages.  Also, I’ll do some research on what the hotel pays office staff.

“Dammit, dude, you really have this management thing down pat, don’t you?  OK, for now mum’s the word, right?  I gotta go.  Seth’s just gone to answer the door for room-service.  Dinner on our private terrace, all that posh stuff.”

“Go for it, dude.  Enjoy yourselves.  Don’t spend all the time in bed with your action hero eh?”

Will chuckled and rang off.  The room service waiter was wheeling the table onto the terrace.  Seth signed the bill and added a tip.  “Sirs, don’t hesitate to call us if you need anything else.   Anything at all.”

After he left Seth grinned, “Why do they all add ‘anything at all’, like they’re offering a blow job or something?”

“They probably are, sir, to you.  You’re an action-movie star after all.”

“Well they’re barking up the wrong tree.  I already hired myself a rent-boy – and I’m gonna make love to him for the next three nights.  After that, I might even take him home with me – if he wants that.”

“Hmm, I’m pretty sure he will, sir, provided the rent-boy price includes dinner on the terrace.”

Seth roared with laughter.  “Kiddo, I just love being here with you.” He poured the wine and they clinked glasses.  “To rent-boys, action heroes and any other fantasies we can come up with.”

They drank and Will frowned.  “Sir, do you think a hot action-movie hunk would really have to pay for sex?  Especially as the whole hotel wants to sleep with him?”

Kid, that bed in there may be a big one but not big enough for a crowd.  It’s just for you and me, kiddo.  Now shut up and eat before I fuck you out here on the terrace for the whole hotel to see.”

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TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength” – Book 13: Chapter 23