Trial Of Strength (Book 8)

by Rob Williams

19 Apr 2017 1042 readers Score 9.1 (41 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


"A NEW TOP-MAN IN TOWN"


In the previous chapter

One of the bosses of the tribe, the rugged black hunk Zack, had gone down the coast to meet a man he had known for only one night years ago, when they had got drunk and had what they called ‘guy sex’, a first for both of them. The man was the Miguel, now the sous-chef at the Ritz Carlton hotel, a handsome, dark-haired Latino with hazel eyes and a square, stubbled jaw.

As they soon as they met again after so long apart the spark of desire was rekindled and soon they were clawing at each other in a frenzy of pent-up desire. After a day of passionate sex Miguel looked up at the naked black muscle god and said, “Zack, I know it’s way too soon to say this but … I think I’m falling in love with you.”

That feeling was mutual, but there was someone else to be considered. Miguel said, “Zack, the last thing I want is to come between you and your boy Darius. Ask him to get on the train and come down here to be with us.”

Darius had admitted to his buddy Pablo that he was nervous about meeting this new guy, fearing that Miguel might replace him in Zack’s affections. But when his train arrived he was reassured by Zack’s warm, sexy greeting on the platform.

They headed for lunch at the restaurant by the train tracks and when they surveyed the scene on the big patio Darius’s eyes fell on a dark, stubble-jawed man sitting all alone. “Shit damn, look at that guy over there, sir – Hawaiian shirt. What a hunk. Totally gorgeous, and he’s all alone. We should …” He stopped suddenly as the penny dropped. “That’s him, sir, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, kiddo, that’s Miguel.”

Nothing could suppress Darius’s natural good humor and sense of fun, and their meeting went very well. Much to the relief and delight of Zack, by the end of lunch Darius and Miguel were laughing together like old pals.

But then came the ultimate test when all three went back to Zack’s hotel room and the inevitability of sex loomed. Zack ran his hands over the men’s bodies moaning, “Such beautiful men. Guys, I wanna tell you both something. I’ve always envied Randy and Bob when they’re with their boys, Pablo and the twins. They’re a family – a family within the tribe family.”

Tears came to Zack’s eyes. “And now, guys – Darius and Miguel – I hope I’m looking at my own little family. I want it so bad. And I have something in mind to help make that possible.”

That plan surprised them both as they had expected Zack to ask Darius, with his massive 10-inch dick, to fuck Miguel. But Zack said, “Miguel, that night all those years ago we fooled around and sucked each other off like nervous schoolboys. And now, in the last twenty-four hours I’ve made love to you and fucked your ass endlessly like I should have done years ago.

“But there is still one thing you have never done with a man … you’ve never put your dick in a man’s ass and fucked him, even though you look like a macho top man that any guy would offer his ass to. Miguel, you know the old saying that a guy never forgets his first time.” He smiled and looked down at Darius. “Well I want my boy here to be your first – if he’s OK with that.”

Darius smiled eagerly. “Duh! Who wouldn’t be? When I arrived at the train station and pointed out the hunk in the Hawaiian shirt sitting all alone, first thing that crossed my mind was how great it would be to get fucked by a stud like that.”

And so that’s what happened in a swelling surge of male lust where first the macho Latino butt-fucked Darius, then Darius submitted to a spit roast by the two men, and finally Zack drove his dick in Miguel’s ass while the Latino fucked his boy. For Darius it was like being fucked by both men and he howled as his cock let loose a stream of jizz that blasted forward, slammed against the mirror and dripped down the glass. The sight was too much for the men and they lost their loads simultaneously, Miguel inside Darius and Zack deep in the Latino’s ass.

They all stared in the mirror in disbelief and watched the jizz flow down it until their cocks had drained, their heartbeats subsided and their breathing slowed. Darius moved first, pulling off Miguel’s cock and throwing himself on his back on the bed. He looked up at them, eyes sparkling, and started to laugh with uncontrolled joy. He spread his arms on the bed and yelled, “Here I am, guys. I’m all yours – both of you.”

They fell on him, kissing him, groping him, tickling him as he squirmed gleefully beneath them. But at last Zack said, “Guys, guys, we gotta slow down. This is a lot to take in. This room reeks of jizz, so how about we get out of here for a while and go for a walk on the beach?”

Half an hour later, wearing swim shorts, they were splashing though the surf at water’s edge. Zack let the other two walk in front of him as he wanted them to get used to each other now that things had shot to a whole new level. Naturally, the excited Darius did most of the talking. “Dude, I can’t wait for the tribe to meet you. Man, are they ever gonna drool!”

“Yeah, I’m nervous about that,” Miguel said. “So prime, me, Darius. Tell me about those guys.”

Darius was off and running and launched into a whole list of men and boys in the tribe. He went on and on excitedly until Miguel laughed, “Hey, hey, slow down, Darius, you’re confusing the hell out of me – I’ll never remember all those names.”

Migue hesitated, then cleared his throat nervously and said something that surprised them. “Er, by chance are any of those guys into … you know … the leather scene. I might as well tell you another secret. I once bought myself a leather outfit – you know, chaps, vest, harness, that kinda gear. I only wear it at home and – shit this sounds weird – sometimes I put it on and it looks so hot on me I beat off looking at myself in a mirror. Is that crazy or what?”

Zack, the leather-master of all time, roared with laughter behind them. “Oh man, I think we’re gonna get along together just fine.”

*********************    CHAPTER 366     ***********************

After all their earlier sexual exertions Zack, Darius and Miguel were content to just hang out together when they got back to the hotel room. They talked a lot, mostly about the tribe, with its limitless variety of personalities, relationships, colorful history, fights, reconciliations – until Miguel’s head was spinning.

“Guys, am I gonna need police protection when I get to meet them? They probably don’t accept newcomers easily.” He checked himself. “Er, sorry, ‘newcomer’ sounded a bit pushy. It is OK if I come up to L.A. and meet them isn’t it?”

“OK?!” Zack laughed. “It’s mandatory. Yeah, it’s true they give new guys the once over – even the twice over – but don’t worry, dude, you’ll have us to back you up.”

“And if it’s police protection you want” Darius said, “we got that too – this Greek-God cop Mark. Man, that stud could arrest me any day of the week, throw me in a cell and fuck me stupid.”

Zack laughed and hugged his boy. “You’ll find out Darius here has a pretty lurid imagination.”

“Good, me too,” Miguel said, then checked himself again and blushed. “I mean, in my mind anyway, though I only act it out at home in private – like that leather outfit I mentioned.”

“Dude,” Zack chuckled, “you’ll be right at home in that crowd. They can weave hotter sexual fantasies than ever came out of a porn shoot.”

“Anyway,” Darius said, “you know Bob and the twins already, and two of the other guys too. There’s Tommy who used to be an assistant manager at this hotel – Thomas he was then, we called him the Golden Boy. And Danny who was a junior waiter here and wanted to become a chef. Well he got his wish and he’s now a private chef in a big house, works for a pair of pretty swift guys as you’ll see.”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember Danny well. I liked him a lot, a shy kid. Got pushed around a lot by Thomas as I recall. I think Thomas was jealous of him because he was so cute. Not that the ‘Golden Boy’ was chopped liver, far from it. Actually Danny applied for several openings in the kitchen and I wanted to hire him, but the head chef said he didn’t have enough experience as a cook. We had a lot of skilled applicants. I look forward to seeing Danny again.”

“Well,” Darius grinned, “the kicker to that story is that when Danny and Tommy came to L.A. they were rivals for a long time until they saw the light, buried the hatchet and are now lovers.”

“You don’t say!” Miguel laughed. “Sounds as if your tribe seems to work its own kind of magic.”

“Yeah,” Zack said, “well I vote we work a little magic of our own. Let’s order dinner here from room service and then we’ll all hit the sack together, how’s that sound?”

“Anything you say, chief,” Miguel said teasingly. Zack ordered dinner and they all showered together. The shower action soon became sexual and it looked as if another three-way was in the making until Zack said, “Hey, cool it guys. The room-service waiter will be here soon,”

“So he can join us,” Darius laughed.

“Er, not good for staff morale,” Miguel smiled, “when word gets around that the sous-chef had a shower and a four-way with a room waiter.”

“Huh,” Darius said, “if the sous-chef is a handsome hunk like this one it’d do wonders for morale. They’d be lining up at the shower door.”

“Cut the crap, kiddo” Zack said. “OK, Miguel, soap my back.”

Miguel ran his soapy palms over it lovingly, up the spine over the neck and shoulders and down the wide, flared lats, feeling the tight muscles ripple under his touch. He pressed his chest against it and Zack felt Miguel’s rock-hard cock press against his butt. “Oh shit, don’t tempt me, dude,” Zack moaned. “Later, man, I promise.”

“Can I watch?” Darius grinned.

Just then they heard the doorbell. Zack quickly rinsed off, got out of the shower, pulled a towel round his waist and went to the door. The young room-service waiter did a double- and triple-take as he saw the near naked black muscle-god, his body gleaming wet.

For a mini-second Zack flashed on Darius’s idea of a four way, then instantly suppressed the thought. Instead he rewarded the waiter with a huge tip and a gleaming smile. (Given a choice, the waiter would probably have gone for the four-way.)

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

It was dinner on the terrace, more talk, lots of laughter, and a building anticipation for the night ahead. In fact, the meal and after-dinner drinks would have gone on longer if they all weren’t so eager to hit the bed. In the bedroom Miguel’s shyness was now a thing of the past. He had quickly caught up with these men’s acceptance of lust as a natural part of their day – and night – and he didn’t hesitate to strip naked as Zack and Darius did.

Zack threw himself on the bed and smiled up at Miguel. Now, where were we in the shower when we were interrupted by the doorbell? Ah yeah, I had my back to you and you were … come on, do it bro. He turned over on his face and Miguel climbed on the bed and lay along the length of his back, chest pressing against back, crotch against ass.

He murmured in his ear, “Are you sure about this, Zack? I’ve only ever fucked one guy – Darius – and the thought of doing it to you is a bit intimidating.”

“Miguel, you’re as much a top man as I am, and I not only wanna surrender my ass to you, I want my boy to watch it, and I want the rest of our guys to watch it too. Darius will take care of that, right kiddo?”

“Trust me, sir – they’ll watch it alright … and jack off to it.” Darius grabbed his backpack and pulled his camera out. “Never leave home without it,” he grinned.

Miguel pulled himself up on his knees between Zack’s’ spread legs and frowned uncertainly at the camera, but Darius reassured him. “Don’t sweat it, dude – for in-house use only. What’s shown in the house stays in the house.”

The surprises kept coming for Miguel and this latest one excited him. He was not only going to fuck the man he had dreamed of for so many years, Darius was going to watch and so, eventually, were the men of the tribe. Miguel had a streak of the exhibitionist in him, like when he would put on his leather gear at home and jack off looking at himself in the mirror.

If this was to be his audition tape for the tribe he had to put on a show. And that wouldn’t be a problem as he stared down at the muscled back tapering down to Zack’s slim waist then rising up to the flawless globes of his ass.

Miguel felt empowered, more confident than he had in years. His lust intensified as he stared down at the muscle-god’s ass and felt a surge of power consume his body. His cock reared up hard as steel and he impulsively slapped Zack’s ass, watching the cheeks bounce under the blows, one side then the other. He saw Zack’s arms stretch upward on the bed and his hands claw at the sheets as he groaned in the ecstasy of pain.

“Damn,” Miguel growled, “you are one hot fucking stud, but you’ve met your match this time. From now on that black ass is gonna get reamed hard and often and you’re gonna beg for more, big guy. It is such a fucking turn-on watching a tough alpha male like you at the mercy of another man and surrendering your ass. Let’s make it real.” Miguel grabbed his T-shirt he had discarded on the bed, wound it into a rope, leaned forward and quickly tied Zack’s wrists together, his arms still stretched up on the bed.

Zack groaned, “Oh fuck, yeah, that’s it, man. I knew you were into that.”

“Shut the fuck up and grit your teeth, stud. It’s just spit right?” He spat in his palm and spread it over his cock. “OK, man … here it is … what you’ve needed since we met.” He grabbed Zack’s waist from behind, braced himself … then plunged his iron rod deep inside the waiting ass.

“Aaagh!” Zack howled as he felt Miguel’s cock pierce his ass for the first time. Miguel watched in awe as the rugged black musclehunk struggled beneath him, pinned to the bed, his muscles flexing as he pulled desperately at his bound wrists. But Miguel didn’t let up – he pulled back and drove his rod in Zack’s ass like a piston.

In the shock of pain and exhilaration Zack twisted his head to the side and looked back over his shoulder at the Latino’s muscular body and chiseled features with his stubbled jaw and thick black hair falling over his brow. Miguel was a man transformed from a hesitant rookie to a fierce, dominant top-man holding him down, his long shaft ramrodding his ass.

“Yeah, look at me good, stud. Look in the mirror and see the man who’s gonna own your hot ass from now on. So, you’re a big macho leatherman eh? Bet you look good in leather. Well me too, buddy and I’m gonna work you over good When I get up to the city I’m gonna tie you up and watch that tough leather master struggle in bondage while I whip you, fuck your face, plough your ass and make you beg for more.

“Then maybe I’ll tie your boy up facing you and force you to watch while I whip and fuck him. You’ll beg me to let him go and fuck you instead but I’ll do better than that. I’ll make your boy fuck his master while I whip him and make him bust his load in his master’s ass.”

Zack groaned, “Oh, shit, man, that’s so fucking hot. Fuck me, dammit … hammer that ass.”

Darius was having a real problem keeping the camera steady as he watched the swarthy Latino fuck his man and heard the wild fantasy he conjured up. He had a talent for staying out of sight while he filmed but it was all he could do to stop himself jerking off over the pornographic scene.

Suddenly Miguel pulled out and flipped Zack over on his back. He pushed his legs up, leaned forward between them and pressed his hand on his chest, burying his fingers claw-like into his pecs. He pushed is rigid dick against Zack’s ass and stared down at him.

Zack’s arms were still stretched above him, wrists tied, and he looked up and knew for sure now that this was the man for him. Even Miguel’s eyes had changed, from his former gentle gaze to a laser-like penetration burning with the passion of a dominant male. “Now I’m gonna make you shoot, big guy. You know I can do that, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Zack groaned.”

“But I gotta hear you say it.”

“Yeah, I want it bad. Make me cum.”

Miguel’s voice got tougher. “You can do better than that, man.” He drove his cock deep in Zack’s ass, watched his handsome face thrash from side to side in pain and growled, “Now try that again, asshole.”

“OK … fuck me, sir. Please, fuck my ass … make me cum … aaagh … make me shoot jizz all over my body. Please, sir ….”

Miguel increased the speed and force of his rod pistoning in his ass. “Holy shit,” he groaned, “that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen – a dominant muscle-god like you submitting to another man, begging to get fucked. OK, stud, I said I could make you, so here it is.”

He pulled all the way back, then plunged in deep, again and again, harder and harder each time, all the while staring deep into his eyes. “Your ass is mine now … I’m in control. Damn, you’re so fucking gorgeous I’m gonna bust my load in your ass for the first time … but not the last. I wanna see you cum, man. I wanna see jizz splash all over that beautiful black body.”

“OK,” Zack gasped, “I’m gonna cum … I’m gonna cum …” His body thrashed wildly, his arms flexed as he pulled helplessly at his bound wrists. He stared up at the rugged face, felt the shaft bury itself deep in his ass and he howled as his cock erupted with streams of semen that spurted over his abs, his chest, neck and onto his stubbled chin.

Miguel smiled down at Zack with a glint of triumph. His cock was now motionless in his ass and he said, “Here it comes, buddy, for the first time ever.” His cock pulsed and started to pour jizz inside him. “You feel it, you feel that juice flowing in your ass? Dammit, I love you, Zack.”

They stared at each other for a long time as their cocks drained. Then Miguel fell on top of him and they kissed gently until he finally rolled off him and lay beside him. And they were both staring up … at Darius. He had put down his camera and had his fist wrapped round his massive cock.

“Sirs, that was abso-fucking-lutely wild, the best ever. Thank you for letting me watch.” He barely had to stroke his cock before it erupted in a stream of hot juice that poured down on the two spectacular men. He picked up his camera again for the closing shot – two alpha male top men lying side by side, their bodies and faces smothered in jism.

“”And that’s a wrap,” Darius shouted, turning off his camera. Suddenly the sexual tension gave way to laughter as both men reached up to him and he fell into their arms.

It took long minutes before their testosterone abated and adrenaline subsided. Zack and Miguel were propped on one elbow on either side of Darius and Miguel said, “Guys, I don’t know where all that leather fantasy and bondage stuff came from. I hope I didn’t go too far but I kinda got carried away. I didn’t know all that stuff was inside me.”

“I did,” Zack smiled. “I sensed something of that in you, though I never guessed it would be that fucking hot. Man, when you come up to town to visit we are gonna have such a great time. All that stuff you said? It’s gonna happen, dude. You better bring your leather gear with you.”

“You bet, I will. I told you I have to work six days after you leave tomorrow. But after that I had planned to take some vacation days – about a week off. I wasn’t sure what I was gonna do …”

“Well you are now, dude,” Zack said. “You’ll spend it with us.”

“And, er, Miguel, what I got in my camera is one of the hottest scenes I’ve filmed,” Darius said. “Usually I would edit it and show it to the guys. Like I said, what we show in the house stays in the house. But I need your OK to do that. Can I?”

“The way I figure,” Miguel grinned, “if it’s as hot as you say it’ll do wonders for my reputation before the tribe ever meets me. I’m real nervous about that so,” he shrugged, “whatever helps.”

“Oh it’ll help, dude, trust me on that. Dominating one of the tribe’s big bosses like that? Oh yeah, that’ll get their juices flowing. And if anyone has a problem with it, Zack and me can deal with Ran …” Darius bit his lip. “I mean, whoever.”

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

In the morning Zack and Darius took their leave of Miguel with long hugs and mutual expressions of hope that next week would fly by quickly so they could be together again, the next time in Zack’s home. Miguel went straight to work in the kitchen and the others checked out of the hotel and hit the road.

“Quite a visit, eh, kiddo?” Zack said as they sped up the coast. “What did you think of … I mean, are sure you’re OK with …?”

“Sir,” Darius grinned and squeezed Zack’s thigh. “Sir, I had a blast. Miguel’s a hell of a guy and I think he’s perfect for you – for us. It was quite a shock to see how he suddenly became such a dominant stud last night. Who’d a’ thought it?”

“Well, for me the tip off was when he told us his habit of dressing in leather and beating off looking at himself in the mirror. That stuff comes from deep inside a guy.”

“The video is the clincher for me, sir. The guys are gonna love him when they see it. Well, except maybe for …”

“Randy? Yeah I know what you mean, kid. Seeing one of his buddies get roughed up like that might get him all riled up, we all know how protective he is of ‘his guys.’ But don’t worry, I can handle Randy and I won’t let him lay a finger on Miguel.”

When they got back to L.A. they went straight to work on the construction site. In their absence the new guy had been the sole topic of conversation, speculation and, of course, exaggeration. Especially from Eddie. “Guys, if this guy pushes Darius out and takes his place with Zack I for one will hate him on sight. I … I’ll … I’ll ignore him … probably won’t ever say a word to him.”

“Huh, that’ll be a first,” Brandon giggled. ”You’ll talk him to death, more like.”

So naturally when they all got home that evening Darius was mobbed. He was the center of attention and played it to the hilt. In time honored fashion he spread his palms in the air and began, “Dude’s you will not believe …” And he was off to the races.

But of course the main event was the video which he screened after dinner to an enthralled audience. When it was over the boys cheered and applauded Darius, then mobbed him again for more details. The men were quietly impressed, except, predictably, Randy. Sitting with Zack, Bob and Mark he huffed, “Hm, surprised you let him do that to you, buddy, a man you hardly know.”

“But I do know him, Randy. Feels like I’ve known him for years. Besides, you often let Bob tie you up and fuck the shit out of you.”

Randy bristled. “That’s Bob, he’s different. Don’t you compare this guy to Bob.”

“Well, Randy, it pretty much comes down to the same thing. You’ve got your boy Pablo and your man Bob. I’ve got my boy Darius … and now my man Miguel.”

“Yeah, well when I meet him I’m damn well gonna …”

“No you’re not, Randy,” Zack said with a threatening growl. “Not this time … not this one.”

Bob leapt in to fill the breach. “You say Miguel is coming up Friday evening, Zack? I suggest that we have a dinner here – just us four and our boys, to make Miguel feel at home.”

“Sure, Jamie and I are in,” Mark said with relief, and the conversation ended in an uneasy truce.

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

Actually, it turned out that Miguel’s first day in L.A. was different from what anyone could have imagined. As the week wore on Miguel was so anxious to rejoin Zack and Darius that he managed to get an extra day off work. So he drove up early Friday morning rather than the evening as previously arranged.

He was about to call Zack to alert him but smiled to himself and thought no, he would surprise him. He wanted to see the look of surprise and pleasure on his face. And so it was that around midmorning his SUV pulled up at Zack’s house. He had no trouble finding it as Zack had given him explicit directions, and he loved the look of the small, rustic house surrounded by old trees.

He rang the doorbell and waited, but as nobody answered he went through the small gate into the garden. The first things he saw were ropes hanging from the branch of a tree and a leather collar that had been left on the ground in the long grass. His cock got hard instantly as he stared at what were obviously remnants of Zack’s past sex games, and he started to fantasize.

But he jerked back to reality and knocked on the back door. Nobody home apparently. Feeling a bit deflated he went back out front and stared at the gates across the street. That must be the tribe’s compound Darius had described. Maybe Zack or Darius were there. But maybe not, and he hesitated to go in, not wanting to meet any of the guys without Zack, and especially not come face to face with this guy Randy they had talked about so much.

It was his own fault, he thought – should have called Zack and told him he would be early. Maybe, he should go and look around the neighborhood, get a bite of lunch, he was thinking, when suddenly the gate opened and out came a good-looking young guy in a wheelchair.

Brandon was surprised to see a stranger hanging around Zack’s house, especially a handsome man like this with his square, stubbled jaw and an obviously muscular body under his Hawaiian shirt open almost to the waist.

“Can I help you, sir,” he smiled – and suddenly the penny dropped and he blinked hard behind his black-rimmed glasses. Of course, it was him, the new guy.

“Oh hi. My name’s Miguel.”

“I know, sir.”

Miguel looked surprised – “You know me?” – then grinned, “Ah, you saw the video.”

“Many times, sir, though I almost didn’t recognize you because …”

“… because in the video I was butt naked, uh? And I know who you are … Brandon right?”

“You know because of the wheelchair,” Brandon grinned with a shrug.

“Well that and the smile Darius described. He also said you were a ‘sweetheart’ and everyone in the tribe loves you – especially Pete, am I right?”

“Yeah, I’m Pete’s boy,” Brandon beamed. “Wow, Darius sure gave you the lowdown on the tribe. But all the guys are still at work, sir, you weren’t expected until this evening. I’ll call Zack.”

“No, no, don’t do that. Don’t want to disturb him at work. See, I got off work early and thought I’d surprise Zack. Dumb of me, I should’ve realized he’d be working. But never mind, I’ll bum around the neighborhood and come back later.”

“No, please, sir, that would be real inhospitable of me. But there’s no one in the house … even the twins are out until later.” He frowned. “Tell you what, you’re a friend of Danny right?”

“Danny? Well sure I liked Danny, but I really didn’t know him that well at the hotel.”

“Well I was just on my way up to the Grady house where Danny’s the chef and house manager. You can come with me and visit. “Er,” he frowned, “I should make a call first to clear it, sir, if …”

“Sure, sure, go ahead,” Miguel smiled and sauntered away a little to give him privacy. Brandon was calling Mario to make sure it was OK to bring the new man up there.”

“Of course, amico,” Mario said. “Grady is still fast asleep. He had a night shoot. But even when he wakes it’ll be fine. Might shock the new man but you know Grady … puts everyone at ease right away.”

“Thank you sir.” He shut off the phone and called out to Miguel, “It’s fine, sir.”

“Great,” Miguel said. “I’ll give you a lift.”

“Not necessary, sir … I’ll give you a lift in my truck.” Miguel was surprised as Brandon wheeled himself to the passenger door of the red truck, opened it and waved Miguel inside. He got in and Brandon slammed the door shut. He wheeled himself to the driver’s side, hauled himself in behind the wheel, deftly folded his wheelchair and stowed it behind the seat. Miguel smiled with surprise as Brandon started the truck and, using the hand controls, drove smoothly away.

Brandon adjusted his glasses and smiled at the look on Miguel’s face. “Always gives me a kick to surprise guys like that, sir. One thing you’ll learn here is that a guy in a wheelchair can do pretty much the same as any guy – even fuck. Oh, sorry, sir, too much information.”

Miguel laughed. “Not at all, Brandon, I love it. I was surprised, is all.”

“Well brace yourself, sir, ‘cos that won’t be the only surprise you get today. By the way, Danny has seen the video too. He jerked off to it as most of us did. He told us he knew you at the hotel, of course, and said that he … oops, too much information again.”

“Hey, you can’t leave me hanging like that, buddy. He what …?”

“Well, I shouldn’t say it but he told me that, although he didn’t know you well ‘cos you were way above him, he … well … always kind of had the hots for you. There, I’ve said too much, me and my big mouth. Don’t tell him I told you, please sir.”

“Your secret’s safe with me, kiddo. Danny’s too.”

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

The next surprise for Miguel was when they reached the high steel gates that screened the property from view, and the security cameras at intervals atop the high hedges. “Wow, it’s like a fortress. These guys are big on privacy, eh Brandon?”

“They have to be,” Brandon said enigmatically without elaborating. “I know the gate code but I always buzz Danny ‘cos I don’t wanna surprise him by just showing up.” He reached out and pushed the buzzer. There came a voice Miguel recognized. “Hey, doll, come right in – Mario’s expecting you.” The gates swung open silently, Brandon drove in and they closed behind them.

Miguel jumped out of the truck intent on helping Brandon get down but by the time he reached the driver’s side the wheelchair was already out and Brandon was lowering himself into it. Miguel grinned, “Guess I should just forget you’re in that wheelchair, uh, kiddo?”

“That would be nice, sir. I sure do. Come on I’ll take you to the kitchen.” As Miguel followed him he looked around in awe at the large house and manicured grounds. “Hell, must take a bunch of money to keep this place up.”

“Yeah, but money’s never been a problem, sir, ever since they bought it.” They entered the house and Brandon said, “Here we are.” He pushed open the big double doors to the kitchen and said, “Hey, dude, I’ve got a surprise for you – a blast from the past.”

Danny had been looking in the fridge and he turned round … to come face to face with Miguel. “Oh … oh …” His legs went shaky and he leaned back against the fridge for support. “Oh, sir,” he croaked, then cleared his throat and stammered, “I er … I didn’t expect to see you, sir ... although Darius, er, he did mention that …”

Miguel’s beaming smile saved him and he shook Danny’s hand warmly. “Hey it’s been a while, Danny … great to see you again. And wow, you’re looking great … different from that shy waiter I knew … all kinda grown up.”

Brandon leapt in. “That’s what comes of being the chef and house manager of this place and having bosses like Mario and … And also from being in love!” Brandon chuckled.

“Yeah, Darius told me about you and Tommy. That was a surprise. As I recall at the hotel Tommy – Thomas – really rode you hard … he could be real mean.”

Danny sprang to his lover’s defense. “Oh he’s not like that now, sir. He wasn’t even like that there, it was all an act and …”

“… and now they totalmente in amore, came the lyrical voice behind them as Mario came in, his handsome face lit with smile. Miguel, bienvenido a nuestra casa. And that, amico, is the extent of my Spanish. From now on you will be subjected to my fractured English with a heavy Tuscan accent.” He laughed as he pumped Miguel’s hand. “You say amigo and I say amico but it comes to the same thing – friendship – and I’m sure we are going to be friends.”

He stood back and smiled at Miguel. “Yes, Darius was right. Usually he exaggerates like mad but not in this case. You are even more handsome than he described – bellissimo! And your fame goes before you as we have all seen Darius’s video of you and Zack and …”

“Now I am truly embarrassed, Mario,” Miguel laughed, “like being caught with my pants down.”

“And not only your pants,” Mario smiled and kissed Miguel on the cheek. “But, Miguel, I’m afraid that I have to be rude and take Brandon away to our office upstairs. We have to go over the accounts – my least favorite thing in the world but Brandon will lead me through the dark forest of finance with his usual skill. We shall leave you in Danny’s capable hands.

“My friend is fast asleep – he worked all night – but you’ll no doubt meet him later. So Danny, no hurry for lunch – you have plenty of time to take care of Miguel.” He flashed a gleaming smile that had more than a hint of mischief, and suddenly Miguel was alone in the kitchen with Danny.

There was an uneasy silence at first. They had not met since their days at the hotel where Miguel was an executive chef and Danny was a junior waiter by the pool and in room-service. Their paths crossed infrequently, though they were aware of each other and exchanged smiles that contained a flicker of something more than just casual greeting.

At the hotel they spoke at length on only two occasions when Danny had applied for a job in the kitchen and was interviewed by Miguel and the head chef. Miguel would have hired him but the head chef overruled him, for the valid reason of lack of experience.

Now, alone in Danny’s kitchen, he asked nervously, “Would you like a glass of wine, sir?”

“Very much,” Miguel smiled. “And Danny, you don’t have to call me ‘sir’ now. We’re not at the hotel and I hope we can be friends.”

Danny poured the wine and said, “Me too, sir, but if it’s all the same to you I would prefer to keep to ‘sir’. I mean, you’re Zack’s friend and he’s one of the big bosses. And in that video …”

Miguel laughed, “Oh dear, it looks as if that video is going to haunt me and follow me around. Well OK, if you prefer to ‘sir’ me that’s fine … just as long as you remember we’re friends now. So, this is your kitchen eh? Very impressive, and rumor has it you’re a brilliant chef. I knew we should have hired you in the hotel kitchen ‘cos I loved the way you spoke so passionately about food, but the head chef …”

“I know, sir, and I understood. You know that old thing – nobody will hire you ‘cos you don’t have enough experience, but how can you get experience when nobody will hire you?”

“Yeah that can be a bitch,” Miguel shrugged. “But you know, Danny, even though I was an executive chef and you were a junior waiter I noticed you a lot. I had a habit, after lunches were over, of going out to the bar by the pool for a drink to unwind and I would always look for you. I would sit with my back to the bar and watch you moving between the chaises serving drinks. You were so cute, so handsome and sexy in those tight white pants they made pool waiters wear. But you were probably so busy you never noticed me sitting there.”

“Oh, but I did, sir. I used to wait for you to come out to the bar and glanced at you when you were not looking, talking to the bartender. And those times you interviewed me I …” Danny blushed deeply. “Sir, I wanna get this off my chest. You never knew it but I sorta hero-worshipped you, sir. You were so totally gorgeous and so … so in charge … the handsome boss … that I dreamed of working for you in the kitchen …”

“And …?” Miguel smiled. “I hear an ‘and’ coming.”

“And …” Danny grinned shyly, “sometimes in my little waiter’s room at night I would think about you and … and jerk off before I went to sleep.”

Miguel reached across the table and put his hand on Danny’s. “Danny, I feel really flattered. If I had known, I … I don’t know, there was always that hierarchy there, their ‘no fraternizing’ rule. But I want you to know that I always found you very sexy and when I sat at the bar watching you I always had a boner in my pants.”

Danny was still blushing as he pulled his hand away and said, “Sir, would you like to see the house? I’d like to give you the grand tour.”

“Absolutely, I would love that. Lead the way.” They stood up and Miguel said, “Before we go, though, am I allowed to do this? He put his hand behind Danny’s neck, pulled his face close and they kissed, tentatively. “There, just thought I should get that out of the way. I’ve wanted to do that ever since that first interview at the hotel.” He grinned playfully. “Except I figured that if I leaned across the desk and kissed the interviewee both our careers would go down the drain.”

The tension lessened as they laughed and left the room.

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

They toured the grounds first and Miguel asked the question that had been on his mind ever since Brandon phoned up here to ‘clear’ his bringing Miguel with him. Everyone, starting with Darius, had been so cagey about who lived here that Miguel now asked, “Danny, this place is gorgeous and I’m wondering how anyone can afford it. I mean, what do Mario and his friend do – are they independently wealthy?”

Danny laughed. “I know it must seem a bit weird, sir, but no, they both work … don’t sell drugs or anything, it’s all legal. Mario takes care of the upkeep of this house and acts as his friend’s personal manager.” He shrugged uncomfortably. “But there’s a kind of rule here that we don’t talk about things much. You saw all the security. The same goes for what we say. Of course, within the tribe anything goes … and I mean anything, sir,” he grinned impishly.

And Miguel had to be content with that … for now. They went inside and Miguel was even more impressed by the opulent surroundings. After the downstairs rooms they went up the grand staircase to the long hallway where most of the bedrooms were.

“The double doors at the end are the master suite,” Danny said. “These are the guest rooms and that’s Brian’s bedroom. He’s my assistant house manager, you’ll meet him soon. Right now he’s observing Mario and Brandon working on the house accounts in the office – that room over there. And this …” opening a door … “is my room.”

They went inside and Miguel said, “Wow, great room, kiddo, terrific view too. A bit different from that little basement bedroom the hotel put you in, eh? That was like a walk-in closet.”

“I’ll say,” Danny grinned. “My bathroom over here is bigger than that whole room was.” Miguel poked his head inside and as he came back out collided with Danny coming toward him. Danny wobbled off balance and Miguel grabbed his shoulders to steady him.

“Aah … aah,” Danny stammered. “I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to … it wasn’t intentional, I …”

“I kinda wish it had been Danny,” Miguel chuckled. “No harm done.” But they didn’t move and Danny blushed. “Sir, do you think I … I could touch you, sir?”

“Of course you can, kid. Danny, I wish you would relax with me. I’m not the big chef around here. This is your territory, you’re the boss.”

Shyly Danny reached up, pushed the Hawaiian shirt open further and ran his hands over the muscular contours of Miguel’s chest. “Oh, sir, you know how often I wanted to do this every time I saw you at the hotel? You feel so good, sir, I could almost cream my shorts.”

Miguel put his hands round Danny’s wrists, pulled them gently off him and smiled into his eyes. “Danny, I like where this is going but maybe we shouldn’t … I’m thinking of Tommy … the last thing I want to do is come between you two.”

“Oh you don’t have to worry about that, sir,” Danny said eagerly. “I told you that in the tribe anything goes, including sex. Provided we don’t stray beyond the tribe we can have sex with anyone we want. Everybody does, even Mario and his friend – especially them.

“And the great thing is it doesn’t interfere with relationships … it’s just everyone having a good time, it’s expected. Tommy has sex all the time with his bosses Steve and Lloyd, but when he’s with me we’re as loving as ever. Actually, I’m surprised Zack and Darius didn’t mention it.”

“Well, actually they did. They said when I came here lots of guys would wanna fool around with me and that was fine with Zack, just as long as I stayed in love with him. But I … like, I’m new to all this and I guess I didn’t really believe them.”

He was looking into Danny’s sparkling eyes and smiled. “But I suppose if that’s the case perhaps we should take up where we left off in the kitchen. He pulled Danny against him and kissed him. But this time it was not tentative … far from it. Their lips pressed together hard, their mouths opened and their tongues played with each other. They shared the same breath as they ran their hands over each other’s body and pressed their crotches together.

As their passion built Miguel pulled away and panted, “Danny, what d’you wanna do? I know you have to start on lunch soon so we don’t have much time.”

“I know, sir,” Danny beamed. “Feels a bit like two kids playing truant don’t it? But we have time for what I wanted to do all that time ago. Please, sit on the bed, sir.” Miguel sat on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor. He took off his shirt and leaned back on his elbows smiling at Danny who knelt on the floor between his legs and ran his hands up his thighs under his shorts.

“Show me, Danny. Show me what you were thinking of when you jerked off at night.”

Danny leaned forward and pressed his palms on Miguel’s pecs, then bent down, kissed his neck and ran his tongue down the cleft between his pecs, then bit his nipples. He went lower, licked between the ridges of his abs, then lower down still over his waist to the top of his shorts.

He raised his head and smiled, “You are so beautiful, sir. I’ll show you what I always wanted to do. I fantasized that I was working for you in the kitchen and I would drop to my knees before you and do this …” He unbuttoned Miguel’s shorts and gasped as he pulled out his long, rock-hard cock. He opened his mouth wide, leaned down and let the cock slide all the way down his throat. Then he closed his mouth tight and clenched his throat muscles round the thick shaft.

It was classic Eddie. Like all the boys in the tribe Danny had taken lessons from the champion cocksucker, his friend Eddie, and now put it all to good use. Clenching his throat tight he pulled back, squeezing the cock as his mouth slid up it.

“Oh shit Danny, that feels so fucking hot. Careful. Any more and I’ll be pumping my load in your mouth.”

Danny pulled off and grinned, “Us boys have ways of dealing with that, sir.” He opened wide again over his cock but this time, instead of clenching his throat muscles round it. he let it rest in his open mouth and merely breathed warm air over it. It was enough stimulus to rouse Miguel but not quite enough to make him cum. Miguel was learning the fine art of orgasm denied – teasing a man to the brink of his climax but denying him release.

And that’s how it continued for many long minutes as Miguel threaded his fingers through Danny’s hair and pressed his face down on him harder and harder in his craving for release. Danny brought him to the edge again and again only to pull back each time.

“Dammit, kid,” the muscular Latino growled, “you’re driving me fucking crazy. God I wanna cum so bad. Eat that cock, man, let me shoot my jizz in your mouth. Please, man … I gotta cum … make me cum.”

Hearing a macho top-man beg for release, the man he had lusted for all those years, made Danny relent. He swallowed the cock deep down his throat until his face was buried in the mass of black pubic hair, then clenched his muscles and jerked up and down in short thrusts, massaging the head of the cock in the warm depths of his throat.

Miguel inhaled sharply and groaned, “Oh fuck, that’s incredible … that’s beautiful, Danny. I’m gonna cum … I’m gonna cum … yeah!” His body shook, his eyes opened wide and his cock erupted in Danny’s mouth. Danny felt the surge of hot jizz and gulped hard, swallowing the juice of the man he had fantasized about so often.

Suddenly Miguel grabbed Danny’s hair, pulled his head back off his cock and splashed his last spurts of semen on his face. Danny jumped to his feet, grabbed his own cock, pointed it downward and blasted his jizz down on the stomach and chest of the shirtless Latino. Miguel stared up at the handsome young buck and laughed, “Wow, Danny, you certainly learned how to suck cock since you came here.”

“That’s not all I learned, sir,” Danny grinned triumphantly.

Then they heard a sleepy voice from the door. “Hey, Danny, do you know where Mario is?”

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

Danny had left the door ajar when they came in and there stood Grady, running his fingers through his tousled hair and blinking from sleep, naked except for the black briefs he had slept in. He covered his eyes with his hand in embarrassment and said, “Oh, shit, I’m sorry guys, barging in like that. I should’ve knocked. I’ll come back.”

“No, it’s OK, sir. We’ve finished.” Grady dropped his hand from his face and flashed a gleaming smile. “So I see. And you, big guy, must be Zack’s new man … God, what a stud … you’re gorgeous, Darius was right. And I see Danny’s been showing you how things work around here, showing you the ropes.” He chuckled, “Not literally of course, although that’ll probably come later.”

Startled, Miguel stuffed his cock back in his shorts. Of course he knew who this was, this gorgeous man with the perfect body – broad shoulders, sculpted chest and abs, and a long slim sexy waist. He had seen him on underwear billboards wearing the same black briefs he had on now, and later in all the publicity and trailers for the new Tarzan movie. And now here he was, standing before him with a bulge in his briefs.

“The name’s Grady,” he smiled, reaching down to Miguel. Miguel propped himself up on one elbow, raised his free arm and squeezed Grady’s hand. “I know who you are,” Miguel smiled. “How could I not? Your picture’s everywhere. I mentioned you to Zack and Darius just last week saying I couldn’t wait for your movie to come out. And now here you are … Tarzan in the flesh, the gorgeous flesh.”

“Yeah, here I am.” Grady again ran his hand through his tangled hair. “Sorry I’m not looking my best, all rumpled, I just woke up.”

“Man, you couldn’t look anything but spectacular. And anyway, we’re not exactly dressed for church either. Look at us, smothered in jizz.”

“Yeah,” Grady grinned, “and you, young Danny, need a clean-up. Here let me help.” Grady went close and licked the cum from Danny’s face. “Hmm … yours I assume, Miguel. You taste good, man.” He sat down on the bed beside Miguel and pulled Danny down too. Playfully he scooped up some jizz from Miguel’s chest with his finger and licked it. “Mm, mm, good.”

He laughed at his own silliness. “You gotta excuse me being raunchy, dude, but I’m feeling real horny. See, I worked all last night … we’re already shooting scenes for the movie sequel … and when I got home this morning I was too exhausted to even make love to Mario. I kinda passed out and, like I said, just woke up. I always wake up horny and what with the adrenaline of last night’s shoot and no sex last night or today – yet … well, I’m kinda like a bull in heat.”

He looked around. “Talking of which, where is Mario, Danny?”

“He’s in the office with Brandon and Brian, sir, wrestling with the accounts.”

“Damn, he’s always in such a bad mood doing accounts I daren’t interrupt him in there to tell him I wanna get fucked. And jacking off just won’t do it – I need a dick in my ass.” Miguel smiled at him in surprise. The thought of this stunning man, the movie Tarzan, an icon of raw masculinity on the screen, getting butt fucked was amazing and a real turn-on. It made Miguel’s dick get hard again even though he had so recently cum in Danny’s mouth.

Suddenly he was aware that Grady was looking at him with a roguish gleam in his eye. “Dude, you were talking about my movie, but how about that movie of you we’ve all watched? Man that was hot – you pinning down that macho black construction boss and pounding his ass. Tell you the truth, Mario and me fucked watching that video and he told me to imagine it was me getting fucked by that muscle-stud.”

Suddenly the sexual energy in the room intensified. “Pity you just shot your wad, man. I would have loved …”

“Maybe that’s not such a problem,” Miguel grinned, reaching down and cupping the bulge in his shorts. “Hell, fucking Tarzan? Any man could get hard for that.”

Grady’s eyes gleamed. “You mean it, buddy? We got time, don’t we Danny?”

“Well sir, I should really be getting started on lunch …”

“That can wait, kiddo. Like I always say when I’m late on set, ‘they can’t start without me’.” He leapt to his feet, dropped his briefs and his rod sprang out hard and proud. He held his arms out wide. “What d’ya say, Miguel? I need it so damn bad. Would you … please, dude?” He turned round and flexed the globes of his flawless ass.

Miguel found it hard to believe that this macho hunk – Tarzan – was standing naked before him, begging to get fucked in the ass. Miguel’s testosterone raced and he felt empowered, just as he had with Zack. He stood up, grabbed Grady’s face and pressed their mouths together in a grinding kiss. Then he pulled back and Grady was mesmerized by the swarthy, chiseled face, the tangle of black hair, the square stubbled jaw and the eyes burning into his.

And the deep, commanding voice. “On the bed motherfucker.”

Grady threw himself on his back on the bed and gazed up at the rugged alpha male who had fucked Zack and was now about to do the same to him. Danny, thrilled at this unexpected turn of events, grabbed a jar of lube and handed it to Miguel as he dropped his shorts and knelt on the bed between Grady’s legs. Miguel lubed his cock, stroking it in his fist and staring down at Grady’s hungry eyes.

“See, big guy, I gotta have a man who really needs it before I fuck him. That black leather master, Zack, begged me to pound his ass, so I tied his wrists and shoved my rod inside him. It’s what I wanna hear from you, jungle man.”

“Yeah,” Grady groaned, “oh yeah, I need it real bad. You’re so fucking hot, man, I wanna feel your dick in my ass.”

Miguel leaned forward, pinned Grady’s wrists to the bed above his head and pressed the head of his cock against his hole. “Nah, you can do better than that. I need to hear Tarzan beg – beg to get a big prick shoved up his ass. But maybe he don’t want it so bad.”

Grady, already craving dick, was now being driven wild by the hot rugged Latino. “No, I do. Please … I need it so bad. Please, sir. Fuck me … I’m begging you. Fuck me, sir … aaagh!”

Miguel had driven his shaft deep inside the desperate man, elated by the sight of the handsome face thrashing from side to side, mouth open in a shout that echoed round the room. Miguel pulled back and lunged in again, and again. His rod was a pile-driver ramming his ass deeper and deeper.

But he sensed that Grady wanted more than the physical sensation of getting his ass ploughed. Grady was an artist, highly sensual, and craved sexual fantasies. He knew that the video had turned him on where Miguel had fucked Zack and described all the torments he would subject him to in the future. So he gave Grady the same treatment, all the while pounding ass.

“Please, man,” Grady pleaded, “let me touch my cock.”

“Fuck you, asshole,” Miguel growled. “I should tie you up and ream your ass … that’s what’s gonna happen next time. See, Zack, Darius and me, we’re all into leather, bondage, gang fucking. And next time I fuck your hot ass it’ll be at Zack’s place. Tarzan in just his loincloth will get tied to the tree in Zack’s garden and butt-fucked in turn by three hot guys in leather.”

Grady writhed helplessly beneath him and groaned, “Oh yeah … oh fuck yeah.”

“We’ll work you over good, that gorgeous body, pound that ass over and over, and when we’re done we’ll leave you hanging there, helpless, Tarzan tied to a tree after getting gang fucked, his muscular body limp and streaming with sweat and cum. You’ll wait … wait for it to start again. And then we come back and work on the jungle man some more until he’s begging for mercy.”

Grady was flying. “Oh yeah, man, oh fuck yeah. That’s so fucking hot. Let me feel those dicks in my ass.”

“OK, feel it, stud. Look at me … look at my eyes and feel my prick inside you, pounding that gorgeous ass. Those guys are gonna fuck you so bad they’ll make you submit and bust your load. You hold back, defy them, but it’s no good. Then they shoot their jizz in your ass one by one. You can’t take anymore – you’re finished. Let me hear it, stud. Let me hear it.”

Grady stared up at him in a daze, lost in the savage fantasy. He saw it all, felt the jizz pouring inside him and he yelled, “I give up … I submit … I’ve gotta cum … I’m gonna cum … Aaagh!”

As Miguel emptied his cock inside the hot ass he gazed down in awe at the beautiful man shuddering beneath him, beaten into submission, his cock blasting jizz all over his muscular body as he howled in the homoerotic fantasy of Tarzan getting gang-fucked. His chest heaving he closed his eyes and let his cock drain and his heartbeats subside.

At last he opened his eyes, stared up at Miguel and a smile spread over his face. “What an incredible fuck, dude! Amazing … fucking awesome, man. And what a fantasy! Man, can we do that for real sometime?”

“You’ll have to ask Mario about that, big guy.”

“And he would say si, assolutamente,” came a cheerful voice from the door. They turned and saw a smiling Mario, and behind him Brandon and another cute guy in a wheelchair, Brian. “But maybe with not quite so much noise next time eh? You interrupted our accounting.”

“Not that you minded, sir,” Brandon grinned. “You were dying to get away from the books.”

Silenzio, Brandon – you always blow my cover. You’re fired.” Brandon sputtered with laughter and Mario kissed him. “Just kidding, bambino.”

Then Mario sat on a chair facing the bed and smiled at Grady. “Feeling better, amore? Judging by all the noise I would say so.” Mario was keenly aware of the stress Grady was under and always looked for ways to relieve it. “And we have Miguel to thank for that. You were fantastico, amico. So here you see our little family at the Grady House, but you have not yet met our faithful Brian.

Brian wheeled himself forward and shyly shook hands with Miguel, who leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “Pleased to meet you Brian.”

“And now you will stay to lunch,” Mario smiled.

“Only if Danny allows me to help him in the kitchen.”

“Really sir? It would be an honor to have one of the Ritz’s executive chefs in my kitchen, sir.”

“When do you have to be back with Zack?” Mario asked.

“After they come home from work. Then this evening I’m invited to dinner by Bob, Randy, and their boys. I haven’t met Randy yet, though his name keeps coming up.”

Furtive glances flashed between the others. “Ah, you have not yet met Randy,” Mario said.

Detecting an uneasiness in Mario’s voice he smiled, “No – is that something I should be concerned about?”

“No, no,” Mario said carefully. “With new men Randy can sometimes be, er … but you, I understand, are Zack’s man now and he is more than a match for Randy. You’ll be fine.”

But the anxious glances that went round the room hinted that Mario might not be right on that.

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

TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength” – Chapter 367

 

by Rob Williams

Email: [email protected]

Copyright 2024