Trial Of Strength (Book 12)

"HORNY SOLDIER MEETS CONCEITED GYMNAST"

A small group of men and boys relax on vacation, ready to play. Ranger Pete is double-teamed by two of the boys.  And the horny Arab soldier Hassan lusts after the stunning ass of the young blond gymnast Tommy.  When the arrogant jock resists, the soldier growls, “I just need a fuck. I ain’t used to being jerked around by a punk like you.” The defeated athlete pays a heavy price.

In the previous chapter

The Grady House suddenly felt eerily empty.

The large, opulent estate was owned by the hot young movie-star Grady and his Italian lover Mario, but they had gone out of town for ten days.  Grady was currently shooting a big-budget action movie, starring as a lifeguard captain, a movie shot largely at a beach in Malibu and involving elaborate surfing action with many extras.  

In a pause in filming, the studio had asked Grady to go on a promotional tour for the movie. That promised to be grueling, as Grady loved being an actor but disliked the celebrity trappings of movie-stardom.

But fortunately he would be accompanied on the trip by his lover Mario, as his personal manager, and their young buddies Jamie, Nate and Eddie, who worked on the movie with him.

So things were quiet around the Grady House, left to the care of Grady’s and Mario’s boys Brian and Danny.  Young Brian took this opportunity of inviting his boyfriend Brandon to stay at the house, along with Brandon’s man, the handsome Forest Ranger Pete.

Brandon had been working long hours as office manager to the tribe’s construction company.  In all the bustling activity he had become despondent about the restrictions of being in a wheelchair. 

His boyfriend Brian too was in a wheelchair and explained to Pete, “We both have those times when the wheelchair thing gets to us, but mine passes as soon as Grady laughs at me.  Brandon’s more intellectual than me, sir, more sensitive.  He thinks more deeply than I do and his moods seem to go longer and deeper.”

Above all Brandon prized his independence and resisted all Pete’s offers of help.  That was, until they went into the Secret Garden, a wild, hidden part of the grounds that always seemed to work its magic on lovers – as it did now.  Brandon’s wheelchair got hopelessly stuck in the uneven ground and that was the last straw.  It brought his frustrations to a sobbing peak and he had to accept Pete’s help at last.

Pete gave him a long talk about the pleasures of helping and being helped by others, and his wise words ended, not surprisingly, in the Ranger and his boy making passionate love in the long, soft grass.

Meanwhile, out by the pool Brian and Danny were setting the table for lunch when Brian’s phone rang.  “Yes sir, of course.  Looking forward to it.”  He shut off the phone with a smile.  “Hassan ...  he’s feeling lonely already without his boy Eddie.  He’s coming up here tomorrow morning.”

Danny chuckled.  “Tommy will be pleased to hear that,” (referring to his gymnast lover).  “He’s coming this evening, gonna spend the whole week here.  Hmm, the Arab Marine and the blond gymnast?  Looks like I’m gonna give Eddie’s camera a workout after all.”

When Brandon and Pete emerged from the Secret Garden Danny grinned, “Look, here they come, with that special secret-garden glow on their faces.”

“I’ll say,” Brian said.  “And look at that!  Pete’s actually pushing Brandon in his wheelchair.  That’s a first.  Brandon never lets anyone do that. 

“I guess it’s true what Mario says.  When guys come out of the Secret Garden they’re always different from the way they went in.

=========    Book 12: Chapter 42   ========= 

<><>    The First Day of Vacation        <><>

The happy quartet – the two young house managers Danny and Brian, plus their visitors Ranger Pete and his boy Brandon – had the Grady House estate all to themselves.

The house’s owners, movie-star Grady and his Italian lover Mario, who owned the house had gone off on a multi-city promotional tour for the movie Grady was shooting.  So the house, normally a hive of activity, was unusually quiet and peaceful – perfect to heal troubled souls and anxious lovers.

“That, at least, was the experience of Ranger Pete and his boy Brandon. The youngster was going through a period of frustration and self-doubt about his life in a wheelchair.  Fiercely independent, he hated asking for help, especially from Pete. 

But as soon as they arrived at the Grady House, at the start of a ten-day stay there, Brandon’s boyfriend Brian had directed them to the wildly beautiful Secret Garden in the grounds.  The garden worked it’s timeless magic on troubled Brandon who surrendered to the powerful Ranger in a healing act of passionate love.

When at last they emerged, Brian, also in a wheelchair, rolled up to his boyfriend Brandon and laughed.  “Good, now that you’ve got that bullshit insecurity out of your system, dude, we can enjoy ourselves for the next ten days.  Danny’s lover Tommy is coming up this evening, and tomorrow the hunky Marine Hassan will be joining us.  We’ve got a great time ahead of us, kiddo, starting with lunch, it’s almost ready.

It was obvious that the two pals wanted to talk together about Brandon’s minor triumph over self-doubt, so Pete said, “I’ll come and help you in the kitchen, Danny, while these two dish the dirt.  They could go on a while.”

In the kitchen Pete sat at the butcherblock table and chef Danny poured him a glass of wine.  Danny put on his burgundy-colored apron and his chef’s hat and put the finishing touches to the main dish while he talked to Pete.

“I’m so glad the way it turned out, Pete.  ‘Course, it was inevitable ... anyone can see you two love each other so much that you couldn’t be derailed by a hiccup like this.  It’s a bit like Tommy and me.  We have our ups and downs like any couple, but we have so much in common that our relationship is always rock solid.”

Pete frowned, “One thing that puzzles me though, Danny, is what you’ve said about Hassan coming to join us.  Brandon and I live next door to Hassan and Eddie, and they’re great guys, but when you said Tommy is excited about getting together with Hassan, you obviously meant sexually.  I can’t see how you square that with you being lovers.”

Danny laughed.  “Yeah I guess it might look a bit weird from your point of view, Pete.  But whoever said ‘love makes the world go round’ must have meant love of all kinds.  Take you and Brandon.  That’s as close a relationship as I’ve ever seen – you’re always together and are pretty much exclusive.

Tommy and me are different from that – we have a more open relationship.  Oh, we fuck and make love a lot, but I also get turned on when I see Tommy getting fucked by other guys, like Randy or Seth or, in this case Hassan maybe.   

Actually, a long time ago, Hassan used to live alone in Doc Steve’s little guesthouse in the hills, where Tommy was house manager.  But Hassan was real solitary, lived like a hermit there, so I don’t know if they ever got together sexually.  But Tommy sure has the hots for the Marine now.

“See Tommy was an ice-skater, then a gymnast, which is where that perfect butt comes from. And part of his success was his showmanship as well as technical skill.  He loves showing off, flaunting that ripped athletic body and especially his ass.

“And that ass is catnip to horny topmen like Randy.  Whenever Randy goes up to Doc Steve’s house the first thing he focuses on is Tommy’s butt, and Tommy flaunts it shamelessly.  It’s always a safe bet that after Tommy shows off his gymnastic skills, next thing you know is Randy’s huge dick is pounding his ass.  And Tommy loves an audience.

“But I get off on it too, seeing Tommy have so much fun.  And here’s the thing.  It doesn’t interfere with our relationship one bit.  When we make love it’s not just a carnal butt-fuck, it’s a mix of everything – love, lust, laughter and lying in each other’s arms all night.  Those major studs like Randy and Seth are in lust, not in love, like Tommy and I are, and they are no threat to us at all.  Quite the reverse – they bring a touch of spice to our relationship.” 

“Yeah, I see what you mean Danny.  I guess there’s all types of love and friendship, from monogamy to wide-open adventurous.  And there is no right or wrong way – one kind is no better than any other.  Take those kids out there.  You couldn’t find two closer friends than them, and they do make love to each other, but that don’t affect Brandon’s love for me or Brian’s for Grady.”

“But,” Danny grinned. “they all have one thing in common – they all have to be fed, so it’s a good thing this lunch is ready.  Can you help me load up the food cart here?”

Danny pushed the cart out to the table where Brian was listening wide-eyed to Brandon’s story of what had gone on in the secret garden.  They looked up as Pete and Danny came out and Brian wheeled up to them to help transfer dishes to the table.

Lunch was a lighthearted affair now that Brandon’s depression had turned to delight at the new openness in his relationship with Pete.

After lunch, as Brian and Danny cleared the dishes away, Pete and Brandon lay close together on their backs by the pool looking up through the trees at the cloudless blue sky.  Pete said, “Hey, kid, how about we get out of these clothes and get wet in the pool?”

He stood up and undressed, and for the second time that day Brandon was looking up at the naked Ranger smiling down at him.  Backlit by the sun he looked sexier and more macho than ever, and Brandon took off his own shirt.  He fumbled with his shorts and Pete knelt beside him.  “Here let me help you with that kiddo.

Before today, that phrase – ‘help you with that’ – would have brought a deep frown from Brandon, but now he welcomed Pete’s offer of help.  Pete pulled down his boy’s cargo shorts and carefully smiled down at him.  “You ready, kiddo?”

“Yes please, sir.  Will you help me into the pool?”

Pete scooped his naked boy up in his arms and Danny said, “Hey take it slow, guys.”  Then to Brian, “I gotta get this on Eddie’s camera – he’ll love it.”  Danny had brought the camera out with him as Eddie had instructed – ‘you’ve always gotta be ready for that special candid shot, Danny’.  And this was definitely one of those moments.

He raised the camera and focused on the naked lovers, Brandon lying in the Ranger’s arms as Pete walked slowly down the steps into the pool.  When he was knee-deep in the water he teased, “Hey, kiddo, you’re too heavy for this Ranger’s arms.”  He opened his arms and let his boy fall on his back with a splash. 

He sank, then surfaced and floated, laughing, skimming his arm across the water and dowsing Pete.  Brandon sputtered, “Is that what you call helping me?  I could have drowned.”

“Dude,” Pete grinned, ‘I’ve watched you before and I know you can swim like a fish.  Your arms are strong from wheeling that chair, and you just let your legs trail behind you – like a mermaid.”

“Merman, if you don’t mind, sir.”

They swam, splashed, yelled and laughed, and Brian said to Danny, “This is just what I wanted for these two ... to forget work, the world outside, and love and play with each other for ten whole days.  Grady and Mario would be thrilled to see the Grady House used this way.”

When at last Pete carried a panting Brian out of the pool and laid him gently on the grass, Brian fished in his wheelchair side bags and tossed two pairs of faded red lifeguard shorts to them.  “Hey, you guys, if you don’t wanna go totally native you can use these.  Grady has dozens of old pairs ‘cos he goes through so many shooting the movie.  They get beat up real fast.”

Pete and Brandon pulled on the shorts.  “Of course,” Brian continued, “you don’t have to.  You can stay bare-ass naked as nature intended if you prefer.  The house is yours to do as you like – swing from the chandeliers if you want to.”

“Sounds like fun,” Pete grinned. “You a swinger, kiddo?”

Brandon laughed, “With your help, sir, I can be anything.”

<><>    Guy Gossip    <><>

As the afternoon wore on Danny got more and more impatient for his lover Tommy to arrive.  When at last the gate buzzer sounded he leapt to his feet and ran toward the gate, “It’s him, open the gate Brian.” 

Brian touched a key on his phone, the gates swung open and Tommy drove in.  He got out of his car straight into Danny’s arms.  “You’re earlier than I expected, buddy.”

“Yea,” Tommy grinned.  “Steve and Lloyd are going out to dinner so they said I could shove off early.  Actually, I think they’re looking forward to it being just the two of them for the next week, hanging out, cooking for themselves.  Doc Steve has a light list of patient appointments, and it’s a long time since it was just the two of them living like an ordinary couple.”

Tommy smiled at Pete.  “A bit like you and Brandon, Pete, having a mini-vacation.  How’s that going so far?”

“It’s been quite a revelation, Tommy.  We sorted a lot of stuff out already and now we’re just kicking back together.”  He saw Danny and Tommy grinning at each other like two guys in love. “Er, Danny, have you already done most of the prep for dinner?”

“Yep, all done.  Just have to basically shove it in the oven when we’re ready.”

“Ok, well let me and the boys take care of that.  This next week there’s no reason why you have to spend most of your time cooking for others.  It’s just us and we can do our share.  You deserve a vacation too, you know, with your sexy gymnast here.  Right now you two look as if you need a little quality time together, so shove off and leave dinner to us.”

Tommy answered for Danny.  “We wouldn’t say no, sir, thanks a bunch.  I won’t keep him long.”

“Take as long as you like, dude.  Getting reacquainted can take a while.  Come on kids, Brian knows his way around the kitchen here so he’s in charge.  Just give us your orders, kiddo.

So they went their several ways – Danny and Tommy to Danny’s bedroom to ‘get reacquainted’, and Pete and the boys to the kitchen to play chef.

Brian had worked with Danny many times in the kitchen and knew exactly what had to be done.  He grinned, “So I’m the chef and you’re my assistants. Watch and learn from the maestro, men.”

When they all reassembled in the den for a casual dinner, much of the conversation was about Grady, Mario and the three guys who had accompanied them on the publicity tour.  Pete laughed, “What’s the betting Eddie calls you tomorrow Brandon to tell us all about it?”

“That’s a near certainty, sir.  You know how he loves to show off, so what’s the betting he’ll start by saying, “Dude, I’m calling you from the private jet, so I have to keep this short.”

Tommy laughed.  “And good luck with dear young Eddie keeping anything short?  He can ramble on for hours.”

Brian said, “And I’m sure Grady will find a moment to call me tomorrow, let me know how things are going and pumping me for all the gossip here.”

“And from what I hear,” Tommy said, “there’s likely to be plenty of that.  Lloyd told Steve and me that Bob’s worried Randy’s working too hard on the company’s expansion, not slowing down like the rest of the guys have after the first week’s intense activity.”

“Uh-oh,” Pete said, “and we all know how Randy’s tension can build, and when it blows, take cover.  Poor Bob will be the one to clean up the mess.”  Pete chuckled. “Bob told Mario that he sometimes felt like the guy following the parade with shovel, scooping up the horses’ mess. And you know what Mario replied?  ‘And a handsomer sexier shit-shoveler there never was’.  Then Bob and Mario made love.”

“I should have been there with Eddie’s camera,” Danny said.  A couple like Bob and Mario in bed together – definitely one for the archives as Eddie would say.  Talking of bed, guys,” Danny grinned, “Tommy and me would kinda like to call it a night.  I’ve got him to myself tonight.”  He grinned playfully.  “Hassan don’t get here till tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry about a thing, guys” Pete said.  “We can leave the den just like this and we’ll clean it up in the morning.  Sleep well ... or whatever.”

After they left, Pete said, “Brian, Brandon and I are pretty bushed too and we were saying earlier that we’d very much like you to share our bed tonight unless you have other plans.”

“I have no plans, sir, But, er, I don’t wanna be a ...”

“Don’t give me more of that ‘third wheel’ nonsense, kiddo.  We put all that stuff behind us already.  I love Brandon, you love Brandon and there’s nothing wrong with three good buddies sharing a bed.  What do you say, kid?”

Brandon was nodding to him eagerly, so Brian smiled, “Yes please, sir.”

And so, half an hour later, Brandon was lying in the large guestroom’s large bed with his lover on one side of him and his boyfriend on the other.  As he drifted off to sleep he smiled to himself and murmured, “Nothing wrong with this at all”.

<><>   The Ranger Gets Double-Teamed    <><>

The boys were first to wake next morning and kissed each other.  Then they turned over to look at Pete, still fast asleep, the sheet pushed down to his waist exposing his muscled hairy chest, rising and falling with deep breaths.  “Dude,” Brian said, “he looks as hot when he’s asleep as awake.  You can’t let this go to waste.  I’ll leave you alone to wake him.”

“No, stay, Brian.  This is something we can work on together.”  Brandon bent over and gently slid his tongue along Pete’s closed lips.  He felt air on his cheek as Pete exhaled through his nose, and when the breathing got heavier the lips parted slightly, so Brandon slid his tongue into Pete’s mouth.

At the same time Brian had slid the sheet down below Pete’s waist and licked the tip of his cock that was semi-erect in sleep.  That made Pete stir and he unconsciously raised his arm, pushed his hand behind Brandon’s head and pressed their mouths together, with a guttural “mmmm...”

When Brian slid his mouth over the Ranger’s cock his eyes opened, Brandon pulled away and Pete said, “What the fuck ...?”

“Don’t move, sir.  Leave everything to team Brandon and Brian.  We’re experts at servicing Forest Rangers.”

Pete grinned drowsily, “How many do you know?”

“Only you so far, sir, but we’re thinking of going into business.  We’re rehearsing on you.”

“OK, rehearse away.  Won’t hear me complain.”

He lay back and relaxed completely, surrendering to the soothing hands and lips of the two boys working in tandem on the Ranger’s muscular bare body. They licked the thin sheen of sweat from his neck, the cleft between his pecs, the ridges of his abs and the damp wiry pubic hair.  Brian licked his balls while Brandon tended to his cock, now fully erect, proud as a flagpole.

“Mmmm, you kids should take this show in the road, make a fortune. Hope this one’s free and gratis.”

“On the house, sir.  Think of it as a test drive.”

“Damn, my nuts are fit to explode.”

“Settle down, sir, we’re not quite done.  We’re working up to the big finish.”

Together they worked on his face, two boys kissing his forehead, cheeks, neck and then together cramming their tongues in his mouth until he began to choke.

“You think he’s ready, dude?” Brian asked. 

Brandon felt down to his cock and squeezed it.  “Oh, yeah, this thing’s ready to blow anytime.  OK, buddy, let’s bring it on home.”

They moved down to his cock and licked it together, then opened their mouths and kissed each other with the cock’s head between them.  “Man, this is so fucking hot, getting blown by two boys while they make love.  No man can survive this.  Suck that fucking dick, kid, make it shoot.  Fuck yeah ... fuck, I’m gonna cum.  I’m gonna cum ... yeaahh ...”

The boys felt the shaft bulge, shudder and pour hot jizz in their mouths, which they gulped down greedily.  Both on the edge of their climax they pulled themselves up the bed until their cocks were pointing at his face, one on each side.

“But wait, there’s more,” Brian grinned, like a man selling face cream.

Brandon took up the spiel.  “Our free gift to clients, a cum facial to start the day.  Better than all that baby goats-milk stuff they push, that’s kids’ stuff, pardon the pun.  This is the juice of real kids – cleanses, moisturizes, rips the years off you.”

Pete was laughing.  “Could we skip the sales-pitch and cut to the chase, boys?”

“Okey-dokey, sir.  Customer knows best.”  Brandon and Brian stroked their cocks and Pete saw two streams of semen gushing down on him, splashing all over his face ... ripping the years off!

<><>    The Horny Marine    <><>

“Wow, I feel like I’m twenty-six again,” Pete laughed.  “Can’t wait to see myself in a mirror.” 

Brian gave him a hand mirror and Pete grumbled, “Can’t see the face at all.”  He wiped cum out of his eyes.  “All I see is jizz all over the place.  Looks good though.”  He poked his tongue out and licked his lips.  “Tastes good too.  OK, guys, after all that I’m wide awake.  Let’s get cleaned up and go down to Danny and Tommy – unless they’re still fucking.”

But the guys were already there, and so was a buffet breakfast, complete with coffee, juice, the works.  “Well, here comes the lifeguard squad,” Tommy laughed, seeing Pete and the boys in their red boardshorts, all hand-me-downs from Grady.  “Sleep well, guys?”

“And woke even better,” Pete grinned, “with these two giving me the spa treatment, ending with a cum-facial.  They said it takes years off a guy, what d’ya think?”

Danny stared at him.  “Mid-twenties, I’d say.  What do you think. Tommy?”

“Hmm, hard to tell.  That hot Ranger look is timeless.  I’m thinking ... Peter Pan?”

The silliness continued while they ate their fill and talked about plans for the day – which generally came down to one word – relax.   Except for Tommy who said, “I still gotta go through my daily gymnastic routine – can’t miss a day.  I could use Grady’s gym downstairs but I was thinking of putting down a row of mats on the lawn and doing an extended floor routine.”

“While we watch,” Pete chuckled.

“If you want to,” Tommy smiled.  “I never say no to an audience.”

“Especially if it includes Hassan,” Brian teased.  “When’s he coming up here?”

“He’s on his way,” said Danny.  “He called a while ago, sounded a bit grouchy not having Eddie to fuck, or to suck him off the way they do each morning.  He’ll be one horny Marine when he gets here.”

That was a pretty safe prediction, and was proved right when the gate buzzer sounded and Hassan’s jeep drove in.  Striding across the garden to them the young Arab soldier was a homoerotic fantasy as always.  He wore his customary military fatigue pants, combat boots and frayed sleeveless denim shirt over a khaki tank-top that showed off his muscular physique. 

The men were in awe – especially Tommy whose cock stiffened as he gazed up at the Marine’s dusky Arab/Asian features – high cheekbones, slanted dark eyes and jet-black hair. When those dark eyes pierced Tommy’s the blond jock almost creamed his shorts.  From that moment on the ripped young athlete was a captive of the tough Arab soldier.

“Hey, buddy,” Pete smiled.  “Good to see you ... How’s it goin’?”

“Ah,” Hassan growled, “not the same without my boy Eddie, especially first thing when we wake and he sucks me off or, better still, I fuck him.  Tell you the truth, dude, I’m horny as a stallion, I need to find me a piece of ass.”

All eyes turned to Tommy, but it was Brian who spoke.  “Until you do, sir, would you care for some breakfast?”

Hassan grinned at Brian.  “Just black coffee, thanks kid.”

“Allow me, sir,” Tommy said.  He got up and walked away from Hassan to the table with the juice and coffee.  He was wearing tight white pants and a black tank that perfectly displayed the sculpted muscles of his athletic physique.  As he stood at the table with his back to the group Hassan’s eyes were riveted on the mounds of Tommy’s ass that clenched under the tight pants.

He poured the coffee and came back to Hassan, with the conceited smile of a man aware of his own beauty.  It was clear from the huge bulge in the soldier’s fatigues the extent of his lust for that flawless ass.

He bent forward and placed the cup on the table.  “There you are, sir, hot and black as you ordered.”

Hassan restrained himself from cupping his hands round the flawless ass inches from his face.  Used to giving orders the soldier said brusquely.  “Now sit down here next to me.”

“Sorry, sir, I can’t do that right now.”  Hassan looked stunned that he had been disobeyed, but Tommy continued with a serenity that bordered on arrogance.  “I was just saying to Danny that I always have to go through my gymnastics routine.  Don’t wanna lose that body tone, eh sir?”

Hassan was so close to forcing him down, but Tommy avoided the hands by walking away with that gymnast strut that showed off his ass to best effect. “Where’s he going?” Hassan asked.

“He’s gone in to Grady’s gym to get floor mats,” Danny said.  “He told us he’s gonna put them on the ground out here to do his floor routine.”

Pete patted Hassan’s back.  “Relax, soldier.  The boy wants you to fuck his ass in the worst way, but like any showman he knows how to taunt and tease an audience.  He calls it gym practice, but you can think if it as foreplay.  Sit back and enjoy the show.”

Hassan grunted, “All I need is a good fuck.  I ain’t used to being jerked around by a punk.”

“He’s not defying you, sir,” Danny said. “If you were to walk away he’d crawl after you on his belly. I’m as eager for him to get ploughed as he is.”

Brian offered Hassan a beer and he grudgingly settled down, though he doubted he would ‘enjoy the show’.

Tommy reappeared with big mats under each arm, gripping them hard, the boys were sure, as the best way to show off his flexed arms and shoulders.  He dropped them on the ground and pulled off his black tank to display his stunning torso.  Hassan watched the young jock, shirtless in tight white jeans, arranging the mats on the ground, which involved stretching, reaching and a lot of bending, his ass on full display. 

Hassan stirred, making room in his pants for his swelling cock.  Maybe he would enjoy the show after all.

When the mats were secured Tommy stretched, bent and twisted in a series of warmup moves.  Then, sideways on to his audience, he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down.  They were so tight it took some time to peel them off.  First they came clear of his butt, revealing blue spandex shorts underneath that stretched over his ass and came down to mid-thigh – his usual workout gear.

Hassan’s hand now strayed down his own pants to the bulge at his crotch and clenched his fingers round it, as the gymnast finally peeled the pants right off and stretched, flaunting his body, naked except for the tight shorts.  He stretched again and jogged in place to complete his warmup. 

Then he burst into action as the routine began – an energetic series of kick-walks, log rolls, split leaps, turns, crab walks, forward and backward rolls, the whole elaborate repertoire that he had performed so often. Only this time he was doing it for the Maine he lusted after, repeating moves that emphasized his ass.

And it had the desired effect.  Hassan was mesmerized by the whirling body and took his hand off his bulge to prevent creaming his pants.  Still, he was in danger of a spontaneous orgasm at the erotic sight of the ripped young jock displaying his flexed muscles and bulging ass.

Pete and the boys glanced at Hassan’s fixed gaze, almost drooling at the riveting spectacle unfolding just yards away.  They knew the macho Marine could not take much more.

<><>    Foreplay    <><>

The routine was winding down with a series of stretching exercises.  Tommy was on his knees, stretching his arms forward on the ground, when Hassan moaned, “Fuck ... fuck ...”  He stood up, walked over to Tommy, pressed his boot on the side of his ass and flipped him over on his back, then used his boot to roll him over and over until he lay panting on his back staring up at the Marine’s stern, savage face.

“That’s enough, boy.  You think you can defy me and flaunt that body without paying a price?”  He pulled off his denim shirt and towered over the gymnast, his muscles flexing under the khaki tank.  “Fuck you, boy.  You’re mine now, stud.  Your ass is mine.”

He flipped Tommy over on his stomach and pressed his boot on his ass, making it flex hard to resist the pressure.  The onlookers gasped at the sight of the young muscle-jock in a position of helpless humiliation under the Arab soldier’s boot.  Hassan fell to his knees and clamped his hands over the spandex mounds, squeezing them, slapping them hard.  He grabbed the shorts by the waist, pulled them down below his ass and stared down at the hard white globes.

“Holy fucking shit.  Dammit ... that ass belongs to me, boy.”  He bent down and buried his face between the cheeks, licking his hole.  When he’d had his fill Hassan pulled back, raised his arm and slapped the ass cheeks from side to side, watching them bounce under the blows until red handprints appeared on the white flesh.  What d’ya say, boy?”

“Thank you, sir.  My ass belongs to you, sir.”

“Damn straight,” Hassan growled.   “He got up, walked round the body and knelt close to his face buried in the grass.  He grabbed Tommy’s hair and pulled him up on his elbows, still on his stomach, his face inches from his crotch.  Hassan, ripped open his pants and pulled out his massive cock, hard as steel.  “See this, boy?  You know where it’s going?”

“In my ass, sir.  You’re gonna fuck my ass.”

“Yeah, but first I’m gonna fuck that handsome face – wipe away that arrogant smirk.”  He grabbed the blond hair again, pulled the face forward and jammed it down on his cock.  The young athlete choked, his body shook and Hassan looked down at his writhing ass.  “Eat that soldier’s meat boy.  Swallow it, choke on it.  Flex that ass, ready for my rod to pound it.”

The muscles in Tommy’s back rippled as the shaft filled his mouth and made him gag. He raised up off his elbows, reached up desperately and pushed his hands against the soldier’s chest in an instinctive, helpless attempt to relieve the onslaught on his throat. As he clawed at the tank it ripped until the torn shreds hung down over the heaving chest

He felt he was suffocating, and when the brutal cock at last pulled out, it left him gasping and choking, tears running down his face.  “OK, stud, I’ll have mercy on you, give you a choice.  Face-fucked or butt-fucked?  What’s it to be?”

The athlete’s handsome tear-stained face stared up at the Marine and he sobbed, “Please, sir ... please fuck my ass.  I’m sorry I defied you, sir.  Now I’m begging you. sir.   Please fuck me ...  I need it so bad.”

Hassan grinned. “I get off hearing an arrogant young muscle-jock like you beg.  OK, boy, get ready.”

Hassan got to his feet, hooked his boot under Tommy’s chest and flipped him on his back.  He gasped at the sight of the swarthy Arab soldier towering over him, in fatigues and combat boots, stripped to the waist except for the shreds of his tank hanging down over his solid pecs, his cock rearing up out of his fatigues.  He desperately wanted to feel that monster cock in his ass.

But he would have to wait – Hassan had other ideas.  He wrapped his hand round his cock and stroked it slowly, a taunting smile on his dark chiseled features that stared down at the broken jock.  “Like I said, turns me on watching a gorgeous young athlete suffer and beg, naked and helpless.  Maybe I don’t even have to ream his ass.  I could just jack off like this and spray my jizz in that handsome face.”

“No, please, sir.   Please fuck me ... I need to feel your rod in my ass, sir.  I’ll do anything, sir ... anything you say.”

“You’ll do anything?  OK, boy, here’s what you’re gonna do.  Grab your cock ... stroke it, and don’t take your eyes off me.”  Tommy obeyed, gazing up at the rugged, bare-chested soldier who let go of his cock, raised his arms and linked his hands behind his head. He flexed his biceps and flared his lats.

“You’re not the only one knows how to flaunt his body, man.”  In a series of bodybuilder poses Hassan showed off his chiseled physique.  He lowered his arms and wrapped one hand round the other wrist in front of his waist, making his pecs bulge, veins popping in the dark flesh.  He raised his fists a bit higher, pressed them into the sides of his waist and flexed his arms and shoulders.  Then he raised his arms, bent at the elbow, and flexed his biceps in a classic bodybuilder pose.

Tommy gazed in awe at the soldier’s magnificent body, posing and flexing ... at his dark Arab/Asian features, slanted dark eyes and black hair ... at the slabs of his pecs, his ripped, eight-pack abs, his flared lats slanting down to a tight waist cinched by the khaki belt of his fatigues.  It was such an erotic fantasy that he stroked his cock slowly for fear of losing his load. 

But then Hassan turned up the heat.  Don’t stop beating your meat, stud.  Faster, don’t slow down, and don’t take your eyes off the Marine.”  Hassan pulled off the shreds of his tank hanging over his chest and twisted them into a rope.  He wrapped one end tight round his own wrist, then put his hands behind his back and twisted the cloth round his other wrist.

Tommy could not believe what he was watching.  It was a pornographic fantasy – a macho, muscular Marine, stripped to the waist, was a captive, wrists tied behind his back.  The soldier howled like a wounded animal and struggled to get free, bucking and writhing, muscles bulging as he pulled helplessly at his restraints, his agonized face thrashing from side to side.

Tommy launched into the realm of fantasy.   The Marine captain had been captured, tied, shirt ripped off ... he was being whipped, tortured.  Tommy’s mind went to the stories of Hassan and Mark in the desert dungeon.  Mark had turned the tables on his captor and the Arab soldier was now tied and tortured, his magnificent body straining as he begged for mercy and ... “Aaagh!”

The shout was Tommy’s as his cock blasted streams of cum over his own body, up to his neck and face.  The spectacle of the tortured Arab Marine had made him jerk off and spill his load.

<><>    Nothing Less Than Abject Submission    <><>

“No,” he sobbed.  “You made me cum, sir.  I wanted you to fuck my ass, craved it.  But instead you made me jerk off.”

Hassan grinned and pulled the cloth from his wrists.  “And what makes you think I ain’t gonna plough your ass?  I wanted it the minute I walked into this place, and I always get what I want.”

“But, sir, I just shot my load.  I can’t ...”

The slanted dark eyes flashed.  “Are you saying no to me again, boy?”

“No, sir, no ... it’s just that ...”

“... just that it hurts more after you’ve just cum.  That was my plan ... drain you of jizz so you’ll really feel my dick and you won’t cum as soon as I spear your ass.  I can take my time, work that ass the way I want, for as long as I want.  So finally we cut to the chase, boy, and we both get what we wanted all along.”

Hassan knelt down straddling Tommy’s chest.  Still holding the shirt shreds of his fake bondage he pushed Tommy’s arms up straight and tied his wrists above his head.  He stood up, grabbed a long knife from the food table and stabbed it into the ground, pinning the cloth rope that bound his wrists. 

“Now you really are at my mercy, boy.  So fucking hot.”  Instinctively Tommy pulled at his restraints but it was a hopeless struggle.  He was a prisoner of the powerful Marine looming over him, stroking his massive cock.

All he could do was watch and wait.  Hassan bent down, unlaced his combat boots and pulled them off.  Then he unbuckled his belt so his pants fell open and he let them drop.  He stepped out of them and Tommy gasped, seeing the soldier buck-naked for the first time.

Hassan knelt beside him ... and kissed him.  “When I capture a guy, if he’s a stud like you I make love to him before I torture his ass.  And you, boy, you’re fucking gorgeous.  What a face ... what a fucking body, smothered in your own jizz.”

Hassan licked the cum from the bound captive’s neck, down the cleft between his pecs, his abs, then even sucked his dick into his mouth.   Tommy moaned, “Fuck, you’re gonna make me shoot another load, sir.  Please, I need your cock in my ass.  I beg you.  Fuck me, sir, please ...”

Hassan pulled his face back off his cock and grinned.  “OK, showtime!  He’s camera-ready Danny, you getting this?”

“You betcha, sir.”

Hassan knelt between his prisoner’s legs and pushed one of them up and back, giving him a clear shot at the ass that had been the ultimate prize all along.  He stared down at the hole, surrounded by downy wisps of blond hair, and pressed the head of his cock against it.  “This what you want boy?  Get your perfect ass ploughed by a naked soldier?”

Tommy panted hard and stared up at the dark, savage face. “Yes, sir.  Please, sir, I ... Aaaagh!”

His scream echoed round the garden as the soldier’s rod pierced his ass, driving in deeper and deeper, then pulling back and slamming in again, all the way over the inner sphincter into the fiery depths of his body.

The pounding was merciless.  The Marine’s shaft pistoned inside the naked, bound athlete, his handsome, chiseled face thrashing form side to side in an ecstasy of pain and lust.  He was aware only of the shaft piledriving his ass and the dark demon face staring down at him, the slanted eyes penetrating his as the soldier’s cock penetrated his ass.

Hassan watched the naked young gymnast pull desperately at his bound wrists, his ripped body writhing, desperate to touch the muscled body rising and falling over him.  “This is how it feels, boy, captured, bound and tortured by an Arab soldier piledriving your ass and getting off on watching the proud handsome muscle-jock screaming and begging for mercy.”

Sweat dropped from the swarthy face into Tommy’s eyes blurring his vision so he fantasized about that wartime cell in the desert long ago where the blond American Mark was captured by this same Arab, chained and tortured ... and falling in love with is captor.

“The fantasy grew more vivid as the pounding became more savage.  He heard a scream and when he felt liquid splattering his body he realized it was his own sperm and his own scream.  He had cum again ... and now the pain in his ass got more intense.

“I shot another load, sir, he panted.  “Please ... I’m done ... I can’t take any more.”

The chiseled features blazed.  “You’re done?!  I tell you when you’re done, boy.  You’re done when I bust my load in your ass.  And I ain’t even close.  You’ve gotta make me cum, boy.  What turns me on is watching a handsome young jock, tied up, tortured by the Arab soldier begging for release, begging for mercy.  I need to see total surrender, stud.”

It was real now for Tommy as he stared up desperately at the naked Marine and sobbed, “Please, sir, I give up, I submit.  You’ve broken me, sir.  I’ll do anything ... I’ll be your slave.  Have mercy on me, sir.  Please, I’m begging you.  I can’t take anymore ... please ...!”

But the shaft piledriving his ass got more insistent, drove deeper until the frantic Tommy saw the dark eyes open wide, the stubbled jaw sag and a guttural howl filled the air as the cock erupted in his ass and flooded it with the semen of the shuddering Marine.

<><>    Eddie Phones Home   <><>

In a daze, disoriented, Tommy felt warm lips on his mouth. His arms had been untied, the cock was gone from his ass, the pain was gone, only a sensual warmth remained, suffusing his whole body.  He opened his eyes and saw dark eyes smiling down at him. “Incredible, Tommy, un-fucking-believable. Are you OK, dude?”

“I am now, sir.  I was totally blown away.  Spectacular fuck, sir.”

Hassan picked up the cloth rope that had bound his wrists and knotted it loosely round his neck.  “Keep it on – just to remind you what happens to a gorgeous young jock when he mouths off to a horny Marine,” Hassan grinned. “OK, come on, I gotta take you back to Danny. 

Hassan stood and reached down to Tommy, grabbed a hand and pulled him up.  Unsteadily he fell into Hassan’s arms, and heard the burst of applause from their audience.  Hassan took him back to the group and said, “Danny, I thank you for the loan of this sensational guy.  Are, er ... are you OK with all this?”

“Perfectly, sir,” Danny grinned.  “I love it when Tommy gets what he wants most.  You gave him exactly that, and we both thank you, sir.  Hey Tommy, what you need now is soothing warm water to bathe that battered body.  Feel like a dip in the pool?”

“Let’s go, buddy,” Tommy said and, with one last smile at his former captor, he followed Danny to the pool.

Hassan sprawled on a chair and Brian brought him a beer.  “That was incredible, sir, you and Tommy, a real pornographic fantasy.”

“Yeah,” Brandon said.  “And Danny got the whole thing on Eddie’s camera.  To coin a phrase, ‘he...will...not...believe ...”

Hassan laughed. “Thanks, kids. Getting my rocks off that way was a whole lot of fun.”  He took a slug of beer, rested his head back and closed his eyes.

One man who hadn’t spoken was Pete.  Through the whole spectacle, while the others looked from Hassan to Tommy, Pete kept his eyes riveted on the Marine – and it was a revelation. 

Pete and Brandon were neighbors of Hassan and Eddie, living in either side of the duplex across the street from the tribe’s compound.  Eddie was already an old friend of Brandon’s, and over time Pete and Hassan had become good buddies.  They both worked in uniformed jobs, though in quite different fields.  Hassan’s military gear was meant for combat, while Pete wore the uniform of a Forest Ranger, dedicated to nature and people enjoying nature.

The men themselves reflected that difference ... the Marine strict and gruff at times, the Ranger kind and soft-spoken.  Nevertheless, they found over time that they had much in common, both of them strong silent types, unlike the more colorful men like Randy and Zack.  They chatted often – about sports, sharing stories of their daily lives and their pride in their boys.

But they were both unmistakably macho, dominant guys and theirs was a friendship of good buddies.  Pete dimly recalled a time years ago when had had fooled around sexually with Hassan when they first became neighbors.  But that seemed like a lifetime ago, and since then they talked sex only in relation to their boys – there had never been any hint of sex with each other.  After all, they were both definitely top men, devoted to their boys.

But when Pete had watched Hassan in action just now, the dominant Marine flaunting that stunning body, the Ranger had been surprised to feel his cock get hard in his shorts.  Maybe it was just the graphic sexuality of the scene, he thought at first, as both Hassan and Tommy were both stunning men.  But afterward Pete realized that he had been staring all the time at Hassan, at his rugged face, muscular naked body and, above all, his virile, sexual dominance.

Pete and Brandon were home bodies and rarely saw Hassan having sex, so this was a unique experience.  Even now, as he glanced at Hassan dozing in his chair, still naked, his huge cock resting against his thigh, Pete still had a hard-on. But he put such fancies out of his mind – it was just a momentary aberration after seeing Hassan and Tommy in action. 

Pete turned his attention to the pool and smiled at Tommy and Danny, young lovers splashing and playing like puppies. His mind went back to his conversation with Danny, who had explained the dynamic of their relationship, where occasional, intense sexual flurries, even with an overwhelmingly sexual man like Hassan, served only to bring them closer together rather than drive them apart.

Pretty soon the boys got out of the pool and joined Pete, Brandon and Brian.  Hassan was still dozing, but he was wakened by the sound of his cell phone.  He looked at the ID and smiled.  “Eddie.  Calling from his private jet, I bet, just to impress.  Hey, kiddo.  I’m sitting here with Pete and Brandon, Danny and Tommy.  OK if I put you on speaker?”

“Of course, sir,” came the excited voice, though they all caught something different from his usually crazy-kid tone. “Hi, guys, I’m speaking to you from our private jet ...”  they all exchanged smiles ... “so I don’t have long as we’ll soon be landing at ... forget what city comes next, there are so may they become a blur.”

“So how’s the tour going, kiddo?”

“Dudes, this is serious stuff – no fooling around.  Yesterday, our first day, we visited two cities and the paparazzi were out in force.  First stop was San Francisco.  Then Vegas, that was a total circus, raucous dinner.  And the events are crowded in – press conferences, interviews, photo ops and that awful dinner we had to go to.  It’s exhausting.

“’Course all the attention is on Grady.  Poor guy, I don’t know how he does it, being charming all the while.  No wonder he dreaded the whole thing.  Says it’s only Mario and us guys that keep him going.  Fortunately there’s a bed in the plane and Grady spends a lot of time in it, gathering his strength for the next stop.  But Mario can’t join him in bed.  Like I said, no fooling around – you know, pilots, flight attendant and stuff.

“I take pictures and videos of Grady so I’m watching him after we land waiting for them to open the door.  He’s real tense, quiet, taking deep breaths. Then as soon as they open the door and he sees the press waiting on the tarmac, it’s like a light goes on.  His face lights up with that gorgeous smile of his and runs down the steps like he’s thrilled to see everyone.  Now that’s star power for you.

“’Course, they lay everything on for us – limos meet us everywhere, the best hotels.  We only have to ask for something and someone brings it right away.  It’s only when we get to the hotel – always a two-bedroom suite – that we can let our hair down.  Grady and Mario go to bed early and they make love.  Like I said, it’s what keeps the poor guy going.”

“Are you kept busy, Eddie?” Brandon asked.

“I’ll say, I never stop.  I’m everywhere, following Grady and taking pictures and videos of him, the candid stuff, like the video of him waiting at the plane door, concentrating hard, the kind of stuff the public never sees. 

“Only time I can’t take pictures is when we’re sitting with Grady at the press table.   The focus is on Grady, of course, but it’s surprising how many questions are thrown at Jamie, Nate and me. And you’d be proud of me, sir, I haven’t fucked up once, and I make them laugh a lot – no blowjob kinda jokes though, definitely out.

“Oh and here’s the real exciting part.  I upload my work back to George at Warner Studios and he called me to say how impressed he was by the candid private stuff.   It’s only rough footage, of course, but George understands that. 

“And get this, guys.  George said they’re thinking of making a documentary out of it – you know, behind-the-scenes stuff – ‘private life of a movie star on tour’ kinda thing.  They’ll use some of the stock footage from the press, but George wants most of the footage to be mine. 

George gave me a list of the kind of shots he wants to see.  He loved the one of Grady at the plane door – wants more like that insider stuff, he said, the secret stuff – well not all the secrets, naturally, that would really blow the lid off.  I’m real excited.

“But enough about me, how are things going there?  Sir, have you fucked Tommy yet?  I know he’s dying for it.”

“Yeah, he got it good, kiddo.  Real dramatic, and yes, Danny got it all on camera.  Just rough footage of course – rough action too.”

“Damn, I should a’ been there.  Can’t wait to see it.  Don’t send it to me here, though Danny, I might get it mixed up with the Grady stuff.  Don’t know what George would say if he got a peek at the Hassan/Tommy show.  Might give him a few ideas, though.   

“Oh, shit, they’ve just told us we’re coming in to land – Denver this this time they say – so I gotta go.  Grady’s just come out of the bedroom and Mario’s getting him all glammed up.  Say hi to him, guys.”

“Hi Grady!” They yelled in unison.

“Hi, guys.  Wish I was there.  Gotta go, sorry.”

“Me too, guys,” Eddie said.

Hassan shouted, “I’m real proud of you kiddo ... real proud.”

“Thank you, sir, means everything to me. That’s what it’s all about eh?”  And the line went dead.  

<><>    The Ranger & The Marine    <><>

Eddie’s excited voice had, as it always did, lightened the mood after the intense sexuality of what Eddie had dubbed ‘The Hassan/Tommy show’.  It sure turned the focus away from sex and onto the arcane celebrity world of their buddy Grady, the topic of much of the ensuing conversation. 

On some level, however, Pete’s mind couldn’t shed the iconic image of the macho Marine, from shirtless to naked, asserting his powerful masculinity on the bound gymnast’s ass.

But now they were all able to truly relax as the formerly tense Hassan had ‘got his rocks off’ in the most spectacular way.  They didn’t bother with formal meals.  Danny and the boys kept a steady and varied supply of dishes on the daylong buffet, which fitted in perfectly with their casual, laidback inertia.

Inevitably the group broke into couples who used this time and magical place to talk in more depth than they usually did, and dwell on formerly unvisited topics.  

Danny and his lover Tommy enjoyed the luxury of each other’s company free of the usual limitations of short visits.  Brian and Brandon huddled together, gossiping and laughing with ten joyful days of more of the same stretching before them.  And the older men, Pete and Hassan, found more to discuss than their usual superficial chats about work, sports and daily life.

Sometime in the afternoon Pete was watching Brandon and Brian laughing together.  They seemed so happy that he went over to them with a suggestion.  Guys, you don’t usually have the leisure time to spend a whole day together like this ... let alone a whole night.  How would you like to spend tonight together, just the two of you?”

“Their shining eyes answered for them but Brandon said, “But what about you, sir?  You’d be all on your own.”

“Not necessarily.  See, Hassan will be all alone too, so us guys could veg out together over a brandy or three and talk man-talk.  We don’t often get a chance to do that.”

The boys eagerly agreed and later that evening the groups paired off naturally – Danny and Tommy to Danny’s room, Brian and Brandon to Brian’s, while Hassan said to Pete, “Hey, dude, looks like you and me are on our lonesome tonight.  Feel like a nightcap in my room?  Young Brian’s stocked it with plenty of drinks, including a rather fine brandy, I noticed.  You wanna keep a lonely soldier company?”

“Sure, why not?” Pete smiled, ignoring the jolt he felt in his cock.   Earlier, as the night air had cooled, Pete had pulled on jeans and his gray Ranger’s T-shirt, while Hassan had put back on his fatigue pants and the frayed sleeveless denim shirt.  Barefoot they made their way up to the guestroom Brian had prepared for him.

Hassan poured the brandy and they sprawled in armchairs facing each other. “Mmm, this is the life, eh dude?” Hassan sighed after his first hit of brandy. 

“Yeah.  I love spending evenings with Brandon but I’m always careful not to do anything that would set a bad example.  Now, though I can do what I like, even get a bit drunk.”

“Here’s to getting drunk,” Hassan grinned, raising his glass.  “Quite a day, uh?  What did you make of that little show Tommy and me put on?  You didn’t say much afterwards.  Did it ... upset you at all? I mean, that young gymnast is easy on the eyes – were you lusting for him yourself?”

“No, buddy, it wasn’t Tommy I was gazing at.  It was you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah.  Thing is, it’s a long time since I saw you in action like that. As Brian said afterwards, it was kinda pornographic.  Don’t mind telling you, watching you and wondering how Tommy felt with you towering over him, it got my dick hard, but I dismissed it as a heat of the moment thing.  

“Usually I associate sex with boys, like when I fuck my Brandon.  This tribe seems to specialize in men and boys.  I dimly recall the time you and I got together when we first became neighbors in that duplex.  But that was years ago and since then I’ve devoted myself to Brandon and never really thought of sex with a guy like myself.” 

Pete chuckled.  “I also recall when I was broken in a lifetime ago when I first stumbled across Randy, Zack and their guys by the lake up in the forest.”

“And let me guess.  Randy did his I’m-the-boss-here thing and fucked you.”

“Right first time, buddy. Then today, seeing you turn all macho like that and fuck like a demon ...

“Kinda reminded you of the lake in the forest?  Yeah, I recall the first time I clashed with Randy.  A trial of strength was inevitable.  Obviously one of us was gonna fuck the other, question was who. To settle who was top man we arm-wrestled. We were evenly matched – went on forever.”

“And who won?” Pete grinned. 

“Sorry to say, he did.  The man’s a ball-buster.  I’ve been lusting for a rematch ever since.” 

“Really.  So that’s how you settle that thing between two macho tops, especially if they’re a bit drunk ... and horny.  Interesting ...”

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TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength” – Book 12: Chapter 43

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