Trial Of Strength (Book 13)

"GRADY & MARIO -- OPPOSITES ATTRACT"

Movie action-star Grady and his Italian lover Mario satisfy their sexual needs with their opposites. Young black guy Ossie often jerks off to a scene in Grady’s Tarzan movie, so Grady treats him to a real-life replay where Tarzan submits. Mario, usually a top, lusts for roughneck construction worker Seth, who manhandles the stylish Italian and gives him the rough treatment he craves. 

In the previous chapter

Bob and Randy had gone out to Uncle Mike’s house in Palm Springs to resolve problems in their relationship. Their years-long love affair had always been intensely passionate, obsessively so on Randy’s part. 

As Mike put it, “You two are bound so tight, it has to cause strain at some point, and it’s not hard to find the breaking point.  It’s your obsession with Bob’s ass, Randy. You go apeshit if anyone else fucks it.”

So when the hunky Arab Marine Hassan showed up, he and Mike devised a plan.  They all went out to Hassan’s old house in the desert where, in his cellar dungeon, the soldier subjected the chained lovers to a sexual ritual where they were both butt-fucked. The climax came when Randy pleaded with Mike to fuck Bob’s ass. 

That unheard-of event was a breakthrough. After Randy had begged another man to cum in Bob’s ass, the taboo was broken, and it was tacitly agreed that the subject had at last been put to rest.  They were all ready to move on.

Later, when they were all sitting in Mike’s garden, Hassan’s over-excited boy Eddie, who had filmed the whole dungeon fantasy, said, “Guys, I’ll get this video edited when I get back to L.A., and I’ll give a private showing to the whole tribe.  Boy, I could charge for admission.”

Eddie sighed, “Soon it’ll be back to work when Grady’s new lifeguard movie starts shooting. But before that happens, Grady and Mario will be giving one of their big parties at the Grady House for the whole tribe – a last fling before the hard work starts.”

=======    Book 13: Chapter 33    =======

<><>    Face To Face With Stardom    <><>

In the morning Bob’s private home office was being manned temporarily by young Ossie, the new assistant in the tribe’s business office.  He was working intently at his laptop when there was a knock on the door and Ossie called out, “Come in.”

The boy stared in disbelief at the beautiful man who walked in.  Ossie had never met him before, but he had seen all his movies and jerked off to most of them.  Grady gave the tongue-tied new boy a dazzling smile.  “Hey, you must be Ossie who I’ve been hearing so much about.”

“Y ... yes sir. And you are ... aren’t you?  You really are ...”

“Well, Ossie.” Grady laughed, “I’ve been called lots of things – which one have you heard?”

“Well sir ... ‘Grady’, sir?”

“Yeah, you nailed it kiddo, that one I can’t deny.  Come give me a hug.  I have a feeling we’re gonna be pals.”

The action hero wrapped his arms round Ossie and kissed him gently on the lips.  Ossie almost creamed his shorts.  Alarmed and embarrassed he automatically pushed Grady away.

“Hey Ossie, don’t be scared of me, I don’t bite ... well, only on special occasions.”  Grady laughed and jokingly gnashed his teeth.  “Do my looks scare you?”

“Don’t be silly, sir, you’re gorgeous.  But I am scared ‘cos you’re this great big movie star.  I bet I’m not the only one.  Most of your fans must be nervous when they meet you in person.”

“You got that right, dude, and I hate that.  It gets so tedious being famous.  Oh, I try to put fans at their ease, I’m pretty good at playing the celebrity.  But boy, it gets tiring.”

“I can understand that, sir.  Most of the time you’d prob’ly prefer to be just one of the guys, eh?”

“Ossie, you hit the nail right on the head.  How did you work that out?  Most people think that being famous is as easy as a walk in the park.”

“Oh, I just put two and two together, sir.  Bob says I have what he calls an analytical mind.”

“So what did you put together about me, eh kid?”

“Well sir, first of all you’re dressed kinda scruffily ... tousled hair, baggy shorts and old loose tank top, like something you slept in.”

“Right so far, buddy.  Maybe I should have worn Tarzan’s loincloth or Hunter’s lifeguard shorts to impress.  OK what else?”

“Well, sir, you came in here so casually, gave me a hug and kissed me.  I think most movie stars would be more restrained, trying to protect their image ... you know, a big butch Tarzan, or the tough lifeguard Hunter I’ve read about in the publicity for your new movie.  But you’re so easy-going, even kinda goofy, it’s hard to believe you’re a high-powered movie star.”

“Oh, that is music to my ears, Ossie.  Can I give you another hug?” 

Grady threw his arms round him again and gave him an even firmer kiss on the lips.  When he finished, he said, “See?  No flinching this time, my casual act must be working ... except that it’s not an act, Ossie, it’s the real me.  The guys in the tribe all accept me as just one of them and that saves my life.  After all the glitz and glamor I can really relax around here without being the center of attention.

“But you know, before I got famous I lived in a little old house in Laurel Canyon surrounded by trees.  I still have the house and I often tell Mario there’s part of me that wants to give all this fame stuff up and go live a quiet life with Mario and Brian in that little old house.”  He shrugged.  “But I can’t see that ever happening.  I’m famous and I’m stuck with it”

He paused wistfully and Ossie changed the subject.  “But sir, I’m neglecting my duties.  I should be asking something like, ‘May I help you, sir?’”

“Ah, don’t go all businesslike on me kiddo.  I thought we were getting along famously the way we were.  But you’re right, I did come here for a reason.  See, as well as Bob being a friend he’s my lawyer, does all that negotiating shit for me with the studio honchos.”

“I know that, sir.  Nobody told me, but I worked it out ...”

“You put two and two together eh?” Grady smiled.

“Kind of, sir.  I knew one of Bob’s clients was a movie star but I didn’t know who until I overheard him drop your name to his assistant Ryan.  But I didn’t think I’d ever meet you in person, not like this.”

“With me all scruffy, you mean?” Grady laughed.  “Actually, as Bob’s away in the desert, it was Ryan I came to see.  Did he talk to you about me?”

“Oh no, sir, it was all kinda cloak-and-dagger, nobody spilling the beans.  The only thing they told me is that Bob’s client lives in a great big house at the top of the hill.  Other than that, it’s like they’re sworn to secrecy. The only reason I’m here now is ‘cos Ryan has a meeting out at the construction site, so they sent me over from the business office across the garden, just to answer the phones.  He should be back soon.”

“Is it OK if I wait here for Ryan?  And talk to you some more while I wait?”

“Sure, sir, I would like that.  The phone doesn’t ring much and I was only doing routine computer stuff.  Would you like some coffee, sir?  There’s some brewing in Bob’s small kitchen here?”

A few minutes later Grady was sprawled on the couch and Ossie was facing him, with coffee and croissants on the table.  While Grady munched, he said, “Sorry about all that secrecy, but I’m afraid it is all necessary, otherwise the paparazzi would be crawling all over the place.  See, I have a lover, a gorgeous Italian name Mario, he’s a brilliant landscape designer.  We’re crazy in love and he is very protective of me.  I’m surprised he hasn’t been here yet to meet you.”

“You mean to ‘vet’ me, sir?  I mean, he doesn’t know me and I could be blabbing about you all over town to my friends and even the tabloids.  I hear they pay good money for tipoffs.

“But you would never blab, would you, Ossie?”

“Of course not, sir,” Ossie said, blushing indignantly.

“Oh, and now I’ve offended you, I’m so sorry, and so clumsy.  Mario is so much better at this than I am.  When he chats to a new boy, the boy doesn’t even know he’s being ‘vetted’, as you call it.  Have I made you angry?”

Ossie smiled.  “I don’t see how anyone could get angry at you, sir – certainly not me.”

“Good, because I do want us to be friends, Ossie.  OK, so we’ve talked enough about me – I want to know more about you,” Grady smiled. “It’s true what I’ve heard about you ... with those handsome black features and green eyes, you really are a junior version of Darius, and just as sexy.  Actually I do know a few things about you from my boy Brian.  I love gossip and Brian keeps me up to date on all the tribe’s happenings.”

“Which he gets from my boss Brandon, I’m sure, sir.  Brandon is Brian’s boyfriend and talks about him all the time.  Seems Brian’s in a wheelchair too.  Not sure how they handle that.”

“They handle it by ignoring it.  Their mantra is that they can do anything the other boys can do.  So anyway, I know you worked at the Ritz Carlton in Laguna.  It’s a great hotel, I stayed there once, before I became famous.   It would be different now.  I’d love to take Mario, but I couldn’t go anywhere like the restaurant or the pool ‘cos everyone would keep staring at me.”

“And drooling over you, sir.  If I still worked in the offices there, word would go around and we’d go up one by one to take a peek.  I enjoyed my job there a lot and they treated us well. I ended up in charge of the hotel’s payroll.  It’s what I do here for Brandon.”

“Why do you enjoy that so much, Ossie?”

“It’s because it relates directly to people, the workers, it’s not just dry old figures like receivables.  And if I make a mistake it reflects in a guy’s paycheck, so I have to be careful.  But I love it here especially because Bob’s twins asked me to be their boy.”  Ossie smile proudly.

“I heard about that.  So you’re in what Mario calls the ‘first family’. Do you er ... make love to them together, or am I getting too personal?”

“I like talking about it, sir.  Yes, we often sleep together and they fuck me or I fuck them, one after another.  But I suppose when you make love you’re always the top man, eh, sir?”

Grady grinned, “Hmm, that’s another thing that surprises the guys here.  Despite my macho screen image, I’m not usually on top ... I love to take it up the butt, kiddo, even a huge schlong like Darius’s – him and those sexy green eyes, just like yours.

“Listen, Ossie, you’ve probably heard that, before my new movie starts shooting, we’re giving a big party for the tribe at the Grady House next weekend.  You’ll be there, of course, and I’d like to show you our Secret Garden.  It’s a very special place and I’d love to take you in there.”

“Thank, you, sir, I ... Oh, I hear Ryan’s voice downstairs, he’s back.  I’d better get back to the main office and leave you two together.”

“So, do we have a date, Ossie?  In the Secret Garden?”

“Yes please, sir.”

Grady smiled into Ossie’s dancing green eyes.   “Yes, a very special place.”

<><>    Ossie Gets ‘Vetted’    <><>

Ossie, of course, told the twins of his encounter with Grady.  “He was really nice, not at all what you’d expect from a big star like him.  He said I must go to the Grady House party this weekend ‘cos he wants to show me something called the Secret Garden.  Said it’s a very special place.”

“It certainly is,” Kevin smiled, “and of course you’re coming to the party. Their parties are always amazing, full of love and laughter.”

Kyle added, “Especially the Secret Garden, a very sexy place.”

Ossie laughed.  “Oh Grady’s not taking me there for sex.  Why on earth would a gorgeous movie idol like him mess around with an ordinary kid like me?  He could have anyone in the world that he wanted.”  The twins exchanged knowing glances but let the subject drop.

Later that afternoon Mario visited the compound to work with Miguel’s boy Finn on the garden.  They had formed a landscaping company and they tried out their ideas on the extensive garden here at the compound, and in the sprawling grounds of the Grady House.

They finished work late in the afternoon and were having a drink in the garden just as the business office closed for the day.  When the boys came out of the office, Mario beckoned Ossie over to them.  “Ciao bambino, come join us for a drink.  Grady told me he met you, Ossie, and he liked you very much.”

There followed a casual chat, mostly about Ossie’s former job at the hotel.  “Quite a transition, uprooting yourself for a whole new life here.” Mario said.  “But you probably keep in touch with some of your friends at the hotel – that would ease the transition.”

“Not really, sir.  I never really made friends there, they were just workmates.  I was always a loner.  All my friends are here, now.  This is my whole world, and I love it.  So you don’t have to worry about me, sir, but I can see why it’s necessary to vet me – I might be a big ol’ blabbermouth.”

The handsome Italian threw his head back and laughed.  “I have been ... how you say ... colto in flagrante, caught in the act?  You are a clever boy, Ossie, and certainly not a blabbermouth.”

“So did I pass, sir?”

“With flying colors, bambino.  Please forgive me, Ossie – just my way of protecting Grady’s privacy.  And you will come to our party this weekend, won’t you?”

“Definitely, sir, thank you.  Grady told me he wants to show me your secret garden.”

Mario’s eyes sparkled.  “Oh he told you that, did he?  You are in for a real treat, Ossie.”

<><>    Party Prep    <><>

The next day, the group got back home from Palm Springs – Bob, Randy, Hassan and Eddie.  Of course Eddie had previously phoned in a breathless (and embellished) account of the homoerotic scene in Hassan’s desert dungeon.  “But dudes, you don’t have to take my word for it because ... ta-da! ... I filmed the whole thing, so you can see it with your own eyes.”

But that would have to wait, as there was a lot of work to catch up on after being away for several days, and now the prospect of the long weekend at the Grady House.

The pace was even more active at the Grady House itself.  Mario had a meeting with their boy Brian, and the chef/house manager Danny, and Danny’s lover Tommy.  Tommy managed the Hollywood Hills home of doc Steve and his lover Lloyd, but he had formerly been the party planner for a big resort hotel, and willingly volunteered to help set up the party here.  Plus it gave him a chance to spend more days (and nights) with Danny.

The four chefs from the compound would assist Danny in the spacious Grady House kitchen, as Mario insisted that they work in shifts to give them all free time to enjoy the party. Mario went over the menus with Danny for all the meals, and they compiled a list of the needed provisions.

Young Brian had made a list of all the guests, nearly three dozen, and he was thrilled that his real uncle, Uncle Mike, would be coming from Palm Springs with his boy Larry.  Brian was in charge of guestroom assignments.  The large house had many guestrooms, but there was still a need for some doubling up. 

Deciding who would sleep with whom was a delicate task, requiring all Brian’s social skills and knowledge of guests’ preferences. But actually, with this horny crowd, there was so much room hopping at night that Brian’s careful planning became just a rough guide.

The guests were all to arrive on Friday, at different times depending on their work schedules, and by Friday morning everything was ready. Or, as Danny said, “as ready as we’ll ever be.”

Grady himself did not take an active part in the preparations, as Mario wanted him to simply relax and have fun.  Instead, he mooched around offering silly suggestions that nobody took seriously but caused much laughter and derision.  When he showed up in the busy kitchen, dipping his fingers in sauces and creams and licking them, Mario said sternly, “Grady, you’re in everyone’s way. Get out of here and go for a swim, or jerk off to a porn movie or something.”

“Boy, a guy sure can tell when he’s not wanted.  Rejection is a bitter pill, but I’ve been thrown out of classier joints than this.  I think I’ll go and jack off to one of my own Tarzan flicks.  That Tarzan-in-bondage scene always gets me off.”

Mario smiled and kissed him.  “Good idea, amico.  Just get your fingers out of the cream like a good boy and I’ll come and make love to you later ... if you have any juice left after Tarzan’s done his thing.”

“Tyrant,” Grady groused and shuffled out.

<><>    Grady Gives Ossie The Tour    <><>

Grady was dozing by the pool and didn’t notice the first arrivals.  The twins had come early to support Danny in preliminary kitchen prep, and they had brought their boy Ossie with them.  In the kitchen they introduced him to Danny and Tommy, and then to Brian who had wheeled himself in bringing menus from Mario.

“Hey, Ossie good to meet you at last.  Brandon has told me so much about you and he’s full of praise for the work you’re doing in the office.”

The chefs got to work right away so Ossie felt at a loose end in the busy kitchen.  He said, “Brian, I’m obviously in the way here so I think I’ll go out and explore the grounds.”

“Yeah, it is a bit hectic in here, Ossie.  When I’ve finished here I’ll come and find you and give you the tour, OK?”

Brian huddled with Danny, going over the recipes Mario had approved, while Ossie quietly left.  “Wow,” he said as he got his first good look at the house and grounds, which were even more opulent than the luxury hotel he had worked at.  The house was large and elegant, the façade covered in wisteria.  And beyond it the well-manicured gardens seemed to go on forever.

The place was deserted right now but he knew that in a short while it would be swarming with the men and boys of the tribe.  He decided to check out the pool area first, set among bushes and lush landscaping.  It was large – longer it seemed, than the pool at his former hotel, and surrounded by chaises.  As he got closer he realized, to his surprise, that one was occupied

His jaw dropped as he saw it was Grady, sprawled on it asleep.  He was wearing only his faded red board shorts, just like the shorts he had seen him wear in countless ads publicizing his upcoming lifeguard movie.  It was as if the movie had come to life – or at least sleeping life. He didn’t want to wake Grady so he quietly backed up ... although not quietly enough.  He had backed into an empty chaise that scraped noisily over the deck.

He froze but it was too late.  Grady’s eyes flickered open.  He shielded them with his hand against the sun ... and a beaming smile spread over his handsome features.  Ossie, you’re a sight for bored eyes. I was having a stupid dream, I open my eyes and there you are.” 

“I’m sorry I woke you, sir.  I can come back later ...”

“Absolutely not, I’m delighted you’re here.  You came up here early, the first to arrive.”

“Well sir, the twins came early to help Danny in the kitchen and they brought me.  But they’re all real busy and I’m kind of at a loose end.”

“Not any more you’re not, you’re with me.”  Grady propped himself up on his elbows and patted the chaise.  “Come sit down, kiddo.”   Ossie sat next to Grady, their shoulders touching, and he tried to hide the stiff boner in his shorts.

“So what do you think of the old place, eh, Ossie?  Pretty spiffy, ain’t it?”

“It’s awesome, sir.  The grounds are so big, so is the house.  How many rooms does it have?”

“I lost count ... but I’m not impressed by the size.”  He grinned mischievously.  You know what they say, kiddo, it ain’t the size that matters, it’s how you use it.  That’s why we use it for parties so often.

Ossie blushed at the obvious sexual reference, and even more as Grady continued.  “Don’t get me wrong, dude, sometimes size does matter – like that massive schlong of your look-alike pal Darius.  Is it true what they say about black guys and their equipment?”

Ossie was taken aback and stammered, “I ... I, er, I’m not sure, sir.  But I’m not nearly as ... as big as Darius.”

His blush was now deep red, and Grady said.  “Oh, Ossie, I apologize for being gross.  It’s just that when I’m at home relaxing my mind is always on sex.  I exhaust Mario, poor guy.”

“I understand, sir.  ’Cos I suppose when you’re working there’s not much time for sex.”

“Nor enough energy, kiddo.  You really do understand me.  We work such long hours that at night I’m so exhausted, the only thing I can think about is sleep.  We often stay in a hotel at Malibu ‘cos next day I have to report to the beach location before dawn for hair and makeup.

“The Tarzan movies were even worse because they were all so physical, and it was mostly just me, swinging through the trees and bursting through bushes.  Did you see any of them?”

“All of them, sir.  I have the DVDs and when I lived alone I used to jerk off to them.”

“Really?” Grady grinned.  “What scene got you off the most.”

Ossie blushed again. “Oh, that’s easy, sir.  It’s the one where Tarzan is captured by soldiers and they tie him to a tree and work him over to make him confess where he’s hidden the family he rescued.  ‘Course, he won’t tell them and they get real rough.  That’s where I shot my load, sir.”

Grady smiled. “You know, when we filmed that scene, take after take, an idea kept going through my head that, after they’ve roughed Tarzan up, but he still won’t talk, they would throw him on the ground and line up to fuck him in the ass, one by one.  That’s where I bust my load when I watch it now.  Only problem was, when we filmed it I had to try and hide my boner under my loincloth.  Wouldn’t do for Tarzan’s loincloth to rise up like a tent.”

“I think the public might have liked that, sir, some of us anyway.  Would have made Tarzan even more sexy.” 

Grady threw his head back and laughed. “So anyway, now you see why I’m so oversexed right now.  I have this permanent hard-on and only a good fuck will get rid of it.  See, there I go again.  But if you’re offended you just tell me to shut up and I will.”

“I would never do that, sir.  You’re as interesting to listen too as gorgeous to look at.”

“You really say the sweetest things, Ossie.  But I’m forgetting my manners.  Let me give you a tour of the grounds.  I want to show off Mario’s handiwork.  I’m so proud of him, he’s a brilliant landscape artist.”

They got up, Grady threw his arm over Ossie’s shoulder and together they walked through the extensive gardens.  Highly impressed, Ossie said, “It’s really several kinds of garden in one, isn’t it?  I mean the formal garden, then the bits where Mario has let it run wild, the rose garden, the koi pond, that shady lawn surrounded by bushes.  It’s like something for every mood.”

“Dude, you are so expressive, you explain it so well.  I wish you would repeat that to Mario, he’d be pleased to hear it.”

They had come to a high, dense hedge that surrounded a big square area and seemed to be impenetrable.  “What’s this, sir?”

“Ah ... you mentioned bits of the garden where Mario has let nature run wild.  Well, this is the best.  It’s the place I promised to take you – the Secret Garden.”  Grady cast an admiring eye over Ossie and smiled.  “Liston, kiddo, I’m gonna run back to the house for a minute.  There’s something I have to do real quick while I pick up the key to this garden.  While I’m gone, see if you can find the entrance.  It’s well hidden.”

As Grady bounded off toward the house Ossie looked up at the high dense hedge.  It looked sort of forbidding, and Ossie was surprised to feel his cock swelling in his shorts.  Kyle had told him that the secret garden was a sexy place and Ossie had laughed that Grady would not be taking him there for sex.  But now he had to admit that whatever sexy vibe existed inside must have seeped out to the outside as well, judging by the bulge in his shorts.

Find the entrance.  Grady had thrown that out as a kind of challenge so Ossie now walked round the whole perimeter.  The whole hedge seemed solid, but he had noticed a spot where the branches were a little uneven.  He went back there, pushed his arm through the hedge and felt something solid.  He pulled the branches back and saw a solid old wooden door.  He turned the handle but it was locked.

Now all he had to do was wait for Grady.

<><>    Weaving Fantasies In The Secret Garden    <><>

“Congratulations, kid, you found it.”

Grady had returned quickly, his breath heaving after running across the garden, his sculpted chest gleaming in the sunlight coming through the trees.  Still barefoot in faded red boardshorts, he smiled and brandished a key.  “The magic key ... beware all ye who enter here ...”

The door creaked open and Ossie followed Grady inside.  He stopped to get his bearings and immediately felt something different in the air – peace and quiet, a sensation of leaving the real world and all its troubles behind.  Grady reached over, held Ossie’s wrist and led him along the narrow grassy path.

Grady had been right about letting nature run wild, Ossie thought.  As he walked along the narrow path, he had to push branches out of the way, and brambles and twigs scratched at his legs.  The sounds were low, almost eerie, a purring breeze though the dense trees, lilting birdsong and the faint trickle of water up ahead.

It was a jungle, Ossie thought, and immediately – possibly because he had recently been talking about it – he was reminded of the real jungle in Grady’s movie.  He had a feeling they were reaching the middle of the garden when they broke through to a small clearing, with long grass bordering a small stream fed by a trickling waterfall.”

“You like it?” Grady smiled.

“It’s wonderful, sir, different from ... well, anywhere else.  A feeling that anything can happen, but not scary at all.”

“Good, well you just sit here a while and soak up that feeling Ossie.  I’m gonna leave you for a few minutes, but I’ll be back.”  Surprisingly, Grady went back into the dense undergrowth and disappeared through the trees. 

Ossie found it easy to relax and absorb the beauty and solitude of the place.  He sat in the long grass, trailed a hand in the stream and let the dreamlike mood wash over him.  He closed his eyes and smiled to himself, again sensing that anything could happen.  And then it did ...

A distant rustling sound made him open his eyes.  It grew louder until suddenly Grady appeared through the trees, swinging down from a low branch.  Except ... was it Grady or ...?”

He was naked except for a ragged brown loincloth hanging low on his waist.  It was an exact recreation of the man he had watched, drooled over and jerked off to, in the Tarzan movies he had played so often.   He gasped, and almost creamed his shorts, but held back and watched as the man paced barefoot around the clearing.

When Grady had gone back to the house he had put on one of his many old loincloths under his shorts.  But for Ossie, this was the real Tarzan, stepping straight out of the movie jungle and into this clearing.  What happened next took his breath away.

The man stopped pacing.  He snapped a long strand of ivy from one of the vines, and stood with his back against a tree.  He wrapped his arms back around the tree and gripped the vine with both hands ... as if they were tied.

It was the scene they had talked about, where Tarzan is captured and interrogated.  Grady winced and his body tensed in a reenactment of the scene that had made Ossie cum so often in the past. 

Sitting in the grass, Ossie automatically pulled his cock out of his shorts and stroked it, awestruck by the sight of the make-believe captive Tarzan, naked except for the ragged loincloth, his muscles flexing as he struggled to get free.

He watched in disbelief as the prisoner’s legs buckled and he slid down the tree and sat on the ground, his arms still wrapped round the trunk behind him.   He rested his head back against the trunk as if gathering his strength.  His eyes were closed and Ossie sensed that Grady was recalling his own fantasy version he had described earlier, where the interrogation ended with the soldiers fucking his ass in turn.

Ossie was sure of this when Grady lay on his back on the ground, stretched his arms back and again clasped the vine behind the tree, as if tied.   

Suddenly Ossie realized where all this had been leading, right from the moment of Grady’s first mention of the Secret Garden, then his casual reference to Ossie’s green-eyed resemblance to Darius, and his lighthearted reference to black guys being well-endowed sexually.  They had talked about the Tarzan movies and the scene that turned them on the most.  This was that same scene, Grady’s reenactment of his fantasy.  And it was clear what role Ossie had to play.

In any other setting Ossie would have lost his nerve and run away.  But this was the Secret Garden where, he had told Grady, he felt that anything could happen but he wasn’t scared.   Seduced by the garden’s other-worldly aura, and by the erotic sight of the helpless Tarzan, Ossie embraced the role he was expected to play.

He stood up and, while Grady stared up at him, he pulled off his shirt and dropped his shorts.

“Aaahh,” Grady sighed, gazing up at the naked black boy, his cock standing out stiff as a poker.  He recalled the time he got fucked by Darius’s monster cock.  And this boy was like Darius’s younger brother – not as muscular to be sure and certainly not with the same ten-inch cock, but a handsome young buck with a trim, fat-free build, that smooth ebony flesh, a good-size cock and, of course, those startling green eyes.

Ossie knew what to do and hesitated only for an instant before dropping to his knees at Grady’s legs.  He was emboldened now by his own lust and by knowing what the handsome movie star craved.  He pushed Grady’s legs back and leaned his shoulders against them. He spat in his palm, wrapped it round his cock to lubricate it, then pulled the loincloth aside to expose his ass.

He pressed the head against Grady’s hole as the captive groaned, “No ... no ... not that ... I can’t ... aaagh ...”

Ossie drove his cock inside and almost came in his ass.  So he stopped still and, after a few deep breaths, he began a gentle invasion of the bound man’s ass.  He looked down at the handsome, grimacing face, then at the torn loincloth ... and he was consumed by the fantasy.  He was fucking Tarzan ... the man who had been captured, bound and worked over.  This was the final humiliation for the jungle man, to have his ass defiled by another man’s cock.

Ossie leaned forward and clamped his hands over Grady’s biceps, pinning them to the ground.  He stared down at the same face he had seen so often on the screen.  But this was no screen image. This was the real man ... and he was fucking his ass.

Grady, the prince of fantasy, was under the same delusion, bound and fucked by a young black buck, an assault that grew faster and deeper.  He had withstood the beating by his captors but this was way beyond that.  This he couldn’t endure ... not his ass.

His body writhed, his cock throbbed as Ossie’s hand wrapped round it and pounded it, while the rod pistoned in his ass.  Ossie stared down at Tarzan’s agonized face as he begged for release.  “No,” he groaned, “no more ... I’m done ... I can’t ... I give up, I’ll talk ..., whatever you want.  I surrender, you win ... aaagh ...!”

Ossie stared in amazement as Grady’s cock spurted plumes of warm white semen that flew so high it splashed on the boy’s chest.  The image of Tarzan submitting, begging for mercy was something he had never seen on the screen.  It was overwhelming and he gasped as his own cock erupted deep in the broken man’s ass.

His cock drained, but the fantasy didn’t fade ... until Grady’s face broke into a gleaming smile.  “Sensational, kiddo.  I’ve always wanted to play that one out and you were perfect, so damn sexy.  Come here.”

He pulled Ossie down on top of him, which made his cock pop out of his ass.  Grady wrapped his arms round the naked black boy and they rolled over the grass.  Ossie ended up on his back, with Grady next to him, propped on his elbow and smiling down at him. “You OK, kiddo?”

“I ... I’m still in that other world, sir.  I can’t believe I actually did that to you.”

“You didn’t, you did it to Tarzan, that alpha stud you saw on the screen and jerked off to so often.  And you helped me live the fantasy I’ve had ever since we shot that scene, so long ago, it seems.”

“I never thought I had all that stuff in me, sir.  Wasn’t so long ago I always got my rocks off by jacking off to porn.  Never thought I’d be in an actual scene.”

“Ah, I told you the Secret Garden is a magical place.  Makes men do strange and wonderful things.  But I guess we better get back to the party or Mario will worry and send out a search party.”  Grady jumped up, went into the bushes and came back with his discarded red boardshorts.  He tossed them down to Ossie.

“Put these on, dude, they’re yours.  It’s a pool party, remember?”

They walked back along the grassy path and paused at the door.  “Take a deep breath Ossie, we’re about to re-enter what’s known as the real world. Though for my money, this place and what we did is the real world.”

“That’s why you’re an actor, sir, so you can create a make-believe world, like we just did.”

Grady kissed Ossie and smiled, “Such a smart kid.  Sexy too.”

<><>    Seth & Mario – Opposites Attract    <><>

They emerged from the garden and headed for the house when Brian barreled past them in his wheelchair.  “Hey, kiddo,” Grady grinned, “everything going OK?”

“So far, so good, sir.  And you?” Brian grinned impishly.

“So far, sensational, dude.”

“So I see, sir,” Brian giggled, looking at the torn loincloth and the cum smeared over their chests.  I think Mario’s looking for you.  Oh, here he comes now.”

Mario came up to them and looked them over quizzically.  Stifling a grin he said sternly, “Huh, the loincloth eh?  Pretty obvious what you’ve been doing, Grady, leading young Ossie astray.  Important thing is, Ossie, did you have fun in the Secret Garden?”

“It was amazing, sir, out of this world ... and Grady was too.  It was like he took me into his Tarzan movie and we ...”

“I can only imagine, bambino,” Mario smiled.  “Grady in a loincloth, in the Secret Garden, with a handsome young man – welcome to his fantasy world.”  Mario turned a stern eye on Grady.  “Amico, you cannot greet guests wearing that torn old loincloth.”

“Unless it’s a fancy-dress party,” Brian giggled. 

“Which it is not,” Mario huffed.  “Take it off, Grady.”  Grady obediently pulled off the loincloth and tied it round Ossie’s neck. “It’s yours, dude, my way of saying thanks for the great time we had.”

Ossie blushed with pleasure. “Thank you, sir, I’ll treasure it always.”

Mario said, “And neither can you greet guests naked, Grady. Looks like you’re showing off.”

“And what’s wrong with that?  You know the old saying – ‘if you’ve got it, flaunt it’.”

“Which you do admirably in your movies for the fans.  But save it for the big screen.”

“I’m a fan, Mario, Ossie grinned.”

“I’ve no doubt, Ossie, and you’ve seen it all, including his ass, I’m sure.  But now Grady has to play host – wearing something.”

“No problem, sir,” Brian said.  He fished in his wheelchair saddle bag and pulled out another pair of red lifeguard shorts.  “Ta-da ... I always carry a spare, just on case.  You know how he is, sir.”

Mario sighed wearily.  “I do indeed.  Thank you, bambino.  OK, let’s get back to work, guests will be arriving soon.  Grady, put the shorts on and go have a nap under your favorite tree.  After Tarzan has ben tied up and fucked, I’m sure he’s exhausted.”

“You’re such a taskmaster, Mario.  You gonna punish me later?”

“Only if you’re a good boy now.  Go ... sleep.”   Grady kissed Ossie, then Brian, and gave Mario, a long smooching one before wandering off.

Brian said, “OK, Ossie, come to the kitchen with me.  I’m sure you’re dying to tell the twins your story, and they can give you a job to do while you’re talking.”

After they left, Mario found himself alone, and walked around, sprucing the place up.  He glanced across the garden at Grady, settling on the grass under his tree with a satisfied smile on his face, and Mario felt a sudden sharp pang of love for him.  He would have gone and snuggled with him, except there was work to do. 

Pity, because Grady had given him a major erection when he kissed him.  All very well for him, Mario thought, he just had great sex.  Mario hadn’t cum so far today, as he got up so early to start work, and he was still horny. 

He was folding towels on the chaises and chairs round the pool when he heard the gate buzz.  Brian must have pressed the button in the security room, as the gate swung slowly open and a truck drove in.  It went round to the garages and soon Seth appeared with his boy, the young redheaded chef Will.

Mario went to meet them with a warm smile.  “Benvenuti, signori” it’s nice to see you – and so early too.”

“Hey Mario,” Seth said. “My boy Will here needed to come early to help in the kitchen, and I insisted on driving him.”

“So I better get my butt inside, sir.”

“It is rather, how you say? – frenetico – in the kitchen, Will, so they will be relieved to see you.”

Will kissed Seth on the cheek.  “Thanks for the ride, sir.  I’ll see you later.”

He scuttled off and Mario smiled at Seth.  The tousled brawny construction worker was as wild- looking as ever, with his handsome craggy features and shaggy hair, wearing jeans, boots and a gray T-shirt stretched over his muscled torso.  Brian always said to Mario that Seth looked like he had stepped right out of a porn movie, set on a construction site.

“I’m afraid there are not many people here yet, Seth, except for the boys in the kitchen.  Grady is over there asleep under his tree.  He had a rather ... energetic time with young Ossie in the Secret Garden.  I’ll just say that Grady was wearing his Tarzan loincloth, and I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.”

Seth gave a deep guttural laugh.  “Lots of butt-fucking, I bet, with Grady on the receiving end.”

“You know his reputation, Seth.  Of course I love satisfying him, though that does make me the top man almost all the time.”

“Don’t you ever get butt-fucked dude?” Seth said in his gruff direct way.

“Not often, Seth ... not often enough.  But of course, I’m crazy in love with Grady.  Look, I have some time on my hands now ‘cos all the action’s in the kitchen.  Would you like to join me for coffee?  There’s some over there?”

They sat at a table set with a coffee pot and cups and Seth said, “Thanks, Mario.  I don’t wanna be in the way, so if I am just let me know.  I don’t mind being on my own.  I kinda prefer it to being with a whole bunch of guys who are talking about stuff I don’t understand.”

“Really?” Mario smiled.  “Does that happen often?”

“All the time, dude.  I mean there’s a lot of brains in this tribe.  Check it out – doctors, architect, business executive, a top chef – all of them with college degrees, diplomas and shit.  You yourself, Mario with that classy European thing you got going, drop-dead gorgeous in those nifty casual clothes. Even the construction guys, like Zack, feel easier in company than I do.  Me, I’m just a roughneck laborer.”

“But Seth, I hear you are a terrific construction boss.  Randy says you run a really tight ship.”

“Oh I’m good at that stuff, yeah, ‘cos I’m big and strong and the crew respect me.  But socially the only guy I’m real comfortable with is my boy Will.  I love the kid, god bless him.  He tries to help me socially but I’m pretty much a lost cause.”

Mario frowned, “But Seth, you don’t have to have a diploma to be comfortable in company.  Heaven knows, everyone is different in this tribe, that’s what makes it so strong.  We can’t all be doctors or architects, or born in Tuscany.  You, Seth, are big, sexy and very handsome with that wildman look you have that causes instant erections wherever you go, and men respect you.

“Now, maybe, but they all know I used to be a heavy-drinking day laborer, and I abused my boy sexually and made him run away.”

“But that’s all water under the bridge, Seth, and Will now adores you.  Heaven knows many of the men and boys in the tribe come from the wrong side of the tracks.  Please don’t sell yourself short, amico, you are a wonderful man.  Oh, and by the way, one of those erections I said you cause ... happens to be mine, right now.”

<><>    Seth Flexes His Muscles    <><>

That revelation caused an uneasy silence, broken fortunately by the reappearance of Brian, hurrying out of the kitchen in his wheelchair. 

He raced by the pool, but his chair hit the leg of a big table.  The wheelchair tilted and swerved dangerously close to the pool.  Seth shot out of his chair, launched himself forward and grabbed the wheelchair, then put his arm round Brian and hauled him out if it.

Brian hugged Seth and said in a shaky voice, “Thank you, sir, that was a close one.”

As Seth eased him gently back in his chair and pushed it clear of the obstruction, Mario hurried up anxiously. “Are you OK, Brian?”

“I’m fine, sir, thanks to Seth.  But for him I’d be in the drink right now.  This big table has always been in the way.  Several guys brought it down from your suite a while ago, sir, as it was needed to hold all the supplies coming in. We were hoping that when more strong men arrive today they would help take it back upstairs.”

“No need, kid, I can handle that,” Seth grinned. 

“No you can’t, sir.  It’s one of those real heavy IKEA tables. Trouble is it don’t fit in the elevator so three guys had to manhandle it down the staircase.  Now it has to go back up.”

Seth grinned and said in his gravelly voice, “Never say ‘can’t’ to a construction worker, kiddo.  I said I can handle it ... stairs not a problem.” 

To prove it Seth reached across the table, seized both sides and picked it up bodily.  He held it firmly on is shoulder, his biceps bulging under his T-shirt.”  OK Mario, I got it.  Lead the way.”

Mario said, “Brian, you go back to the kitchen and tell them what happened.  I’ll go with Seth.”

Mario walked slowly across the garden making sure Seth was following him, but kept his distance in case Seth lost his grip on his load.  But there was no fear of that.  “Faster is better, dude,” Seth said. “Don’t worry about me.”  Under the hot sun, sweat patches stained his shirt.”

Mario held the big front door open and Seth passed through, bending his knees so the table cleared the top.  Faced with the grand, curved staircase Seth didn’t hesitate.  He strode up effortlessly and on the landing Mario got in front and led him to the double doors at the end of the hallway.  He opened both doors and Seth went on, dipping again to avoid the lintel.

In the bedroom he said. “Where d’you want it, dude?’

“Just put it anywhere, Seth, you must be exhausted.”

Seth growled, “I said, where do you want it?”

“Er, OK, it belongs across there, by the window.”

He marched across the room and set the table down carefully in its right place.  “That do ya?”

“It’s perfect, Seth.  That was amazing. I don’t know how you ...  Er, that shirt is soaked.”

“Yeah, I’m sweating like a fucking pig.  Can you lend me a fresh one?”  He crossed his arms, grabbed his shirt and pulled it off over his head in one quick move.

Mario stared at his heaving hairy chest, muscles bulging, gleaming with sweat.  “Thank you, Seth.”  Impulsively Mario pressed against him and kissed him.  He pulled away in embarrassment and stammered.  “I ... I’m sorry, Seth ... I didn’t men ... I don’t know why I ...”

“Shut the fuck up man.”  Seth curled his hand round the back of Mario’s head, pulled him roughly against him and clamped their mouths together in a long, grinding ravenous kiss.  Mario thought he would suffocate until Seth finally pulled back, stared at him and growled “Fuck ...”

He yanked open Mario’s white linen shirt and pushed it back off his shoulders.  He reached down and untied the strings of his loose beige lounge pants so they dropped to the floor.  Mario stepped out of this slider sandals and stood before Seth, naked except for black briefs.

Seth took a step back and stared at the near-naked Italian, his tousled black hair, dark, handsome Mediterranean features with deep brown eyes, and a naturally muscular body.  “Fucking gorgeous ...”  Seth reached forward and grabbed the bulge in Mario’s briefs. They were damp and Seth grinned, “Fucking hell, pre-cum.  You really want it, dude, don’t you?”

He put his hands round Mario’s narrow waist, picked him up bodily and flung him on his back on the bed. 

Startled, Mario gazed up at the wild roughneck towering over him – his chiseled looks, heavily stubbled jaw, shaggy black hair and seductive blue eyes, his mouth curled down at the corners giving him a somewhat menacing look..  His muscular body was clearly honed by hard labor, a real man’s man.  And the polar opposite of the refined Italian.

“So,” he said in his deep rough voice, “you say you don’t get enough dick up your ass, dude.  Well I moved your fucking table, and I can take care of that problem too.  Heavy lifting makes me horny, so you’re gonna get this ...”

He ripped open his jeans and pulled out his massive rod, long and thick as Randy’s.  He spat down on it.  “That’s it for lube, and there ain’t no foreplay either.”

He knelt on the bed, grabbed Mario’s briefs and ripped them clear off.  He pressed his dick against his bare ass and said, “I wanna hear you ask for it, dude.  You and that class act of yours, your foreign looks and sexy accent.  I wanna hear you beg the roughneck construction worker to shove his dick in your ass.”

At this point Mario would have done anything for this man, his lust was so strong.  “Yes, sir, please ... ti prego signore ... I need it so much.  I need to feel you inside me.”

Seth grabbed the sweat-soaked T-shirt he had thrown on the bed and pressed it on Mario’s face.  He gasped, breathed in and smelled and tasted the laborer’s stinking sweat trickling in his mouth.  His shouts were muffled by the shirt as he felt the monster shaft drive inside him. 

Frantically he reached up and clamped his hands on the roughneck’s bulging chest in a futile attempt to push him away. Seth sneered, “Dude, if I can lift that fucking table I can do what I like with you, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.  And right now I’m gonna fuck your elegant ass.”

He grabbed Mario’s wrists, pulled them off his chest and pinned them down on the bed above his head.  His blue eyes bored into Mario’s.  “Damn you’re gorgeous, and I’m ploughing the boyfriend of a big fucking movie star.  You’re such a fucking turn-on man.”  

The ferocious fuck continued for long minutes as they both lost track of time and had eyes only for each other.  Mario groaned, “Thank you, sir.  Your cock feels so good inside me.  Fuck me ... fuck me ... please ...”

As Seth pounded ass faster and deeper, Mario was groaning, “Please, sir, I want to feel your juice in my ass.”

“That’ll happen when I see you bust your load, stud.  Here, maybe this’ll help ...”

Seth pinned both Mario’s wrists with one hand, while the other hand picked up the sweaty shirt again and clamped it over Mario’s mouth and nose.  He breathed in again and was lost in sensory overload of the stink and taste of the man’s sweat, and the feel of his huge rod driving in his ass.  He screamed into the stinking gag and his cock erupted over his own body as the savage construction worker gushed hot semen deep in his ass.

Seth pulled his cock out of Mario’s ass, took the shirt off his face and laid it on his chest.  He grinned, “Yours to keep, stud.  Share it with your movie-star boyfriend, I hear he’s into fantasy.  Now you’re even with him – he got fucked by a boy and you got your ass ploughed by a man.

Mario laughed.  “By a real man, no-holds-barred.  Seth you are wonderful.  And that macho roughneck thing of yours, it’s not a negative, it’s a huge plus. Make it work for you.  It already does for all the guys who envy your rough, gruff masculinity.  Like I said, you leave a trail of stiff cocks behind you wherever you go.”

“And you, dude, anytime you get tired of playing top man and want your ass ploughed, you know where to come.”  The sound of voices floated up from the garden.  “Sounds like your guests are starting to arrive ... you’ve got work to do.  Jump to it.”

“Aye-aye, sir,” Mario smiled.  “But there’s no hurry for you.  Stay up here as long as you like.  Take a shower if you want to, and I’ll leave you a clean T-shirt.  As for this one ...”  He picked up the sweaty shirt that had gagged him.  “I think I’ll put it under Grady’s pillow and he can fantasize to his heart’s content.”

The noise from below got louder.  “OK, Seth, sounds like the party is starting.  As Brian always says, ‘Let the games begin.’  Although, after the wild action in here, I’d say they already did.”

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TO BE CONTINUED IN “A Trial Of Strength – Book 13: Chapter 34