Date: Wed, 19 Jun 2013 02:25:33 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 162  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 162
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
   On the film set Darius gazes in awe.  "The dressing-room tent was
crowded with Marines, some shirtless in fatigues or stripped down to dark
green boxers, others in nothing but T-shirts or tank tops, their cocks
swinging free."  Darius tops his arrogant blond boss using his long,
ten-inch weapon.  Hassan watches the blond submit and thinks, "Man, I
wonder how it feels to take that huge rod inside you."  Maybe he'll find
out.

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

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - Chapter 162 – "Darius and The Marines"

It had come as more of a bombshell to Darius than a proposition.  Hassan,
sitting opposite him and Zack, had come straight to the point.  "Look, I
just came from the film set as you can tell from my clothes, so I can't
stay long ... gotta get home and clean up."

The soldier had been working all day on another promotional video for the
recruitment service of the U.S. Marines, where he was a popular featured
actor with his squared-jawed chiseled good looks and sculpted, muscular
physique.  His exotic Arab/Asian look also satisfied the Marines' need for
racial diversity in the videos where they simulated training and battle
operations.

That explained the gear he was wearing ... battle fatigues and boots, a
khaki tank stretched over his sculpted chest and a sleeveless sweat-stained
military shirt over that.  He still had not removed the dark camouflage
streaks painted on his face.  As he had said, he needed to clean up and was
longing for a shower as he stunk of grease and sweat from being in the
merciless sun all day.  But the erotic look and smell of the man caused
instant erections in the pants of Zack and Darius, master and boy.

"But I had to come and talk to you," the Marine continued, "as the matter
has come to a head.  See, on the set the director reminded me again that he
really needs a guy to intern as a Third Assistant Director on the publicity
movies we make.  Now that's a pretty lowly position ... more like a gofer
at the beck and call of the director, the crew and the Marines on the set.
Not much money, either, but a ton of film-making experience, and a chance
to work his way up.

"He's looking for a young guy with a natural talent behind a camera and a
basic knowledge of movie making, and above all a guy who's willing to
learn.  It can be tough.  We put in long days under hot lights, usually on
location in local canyons to re-enact battle situations, that kind of
stuff.  Hell," he laughed, "a lot of the guys end up looking like me,
sweating like a pig in all this gear and war-paint.  Glamorous it ain't I
can tell you.

"Anyway I told the director I might know just the guy."  Hassan looked
directly at Darius.  "I was referring to you, kid.  Those videos you've
shot here are terrific ... even if they do sometimes land you in trouble.
So, what d'ya think?"

Darius was stunned.  A flood of fantasies began pouring through his
overactive imagination ... spending the day with Marines in uniform and
battle gear under the sun and hot lights in a remote canyon ... working all
day with Hassan and his fellow soldiers ... doing whatever grunt work the
soldiers and the crew tell him to do.  Hassan read his mind.  "But like I
said, Darius, it's not at all glamorous, not much money attached ..." he
grinned "... and no sex, either."

Darius really didn't hear the last bit.  He turned to Zack, his eyes
sparkling.  "Could I, sir?  Would you let me?  Please say yes, sir
... Please!"

Zack understood his boy's eagerness.  It's true he was good with a camera
and some of the videos he had made were excellent.  He also sensed the
boy's frustration that no one outside the house ever saw his work, which is
why he had made the stupid move of posting one of the videos on the Web,
getting himself into big trouble.

Still, Zack had some reservations.  "See, Hassan, Darius already has his
day job working as Randy's assistant on the construction site, which takes
up pretty much all his time.  I wouldn't want him to piss Randy off ..."

"Hell no, we sure don't want that," Hassan grinned, rubbing his jaw,
remembering times when he had done just that and run into Randy's fist.
"But there's no problem there.  See, the talent, the guys in front of the
camera, are all Marines ...have to be the real thing ... but the crew are
all civilians, most of them moonlighting from their regular jobs in movies
and TV.  So we nearly always work on weekends when they're free."  He
grinned.  "It's the same thing with the porn industry.  The crews there are
moonlighting professionals so they do a lot of weekend shoots.

He saw Darius's eyes gleam.  "And that, kid, is positively the only
similarity between us and porn movies.  Like I said, this is serious stuff
... no fooling around and absolutely no sex."

Zack foresaw another problem.  "I guess Darius would be spending a whole
lot of time with you, Hassan.  How do you think that's gonna sit with Nate?
He's your boy after all."

Hassan had a fleeting suspicion that Zack, always possessive of his boy,
was asking this as much for his own reassurance as he was for Nate's.
"OK," Hassan said, "let me make this clear one last time.  This is a
business proposition, nothing else.  Sure Darius will be with me a lot, but
these movies are serious stuff ... it's damn hard work.  I'll be making
that clear to Nate and I'm emphasizing it with you now, Zack.  But if you
still have reservations I'll let it drop."

Zack saw the panic in Darius's eyes and he smiled.  "Nah.  I wanna see my
boy get ahead in the world and this looks like a great opportunity.  OK,
boy, I say go for it."  He reached out and shook Hassan's hand.  "Thanks
for suggesting Darius, buddy.  He has my blessing."

Darius's eyes sparkled and Hassan was once again all business.  "Now the
reason that the director is stressing out is that we have a major shoot
coming up this weekend in a canyon we use quite a distance away.  It's a
complicated setup and he says he has to have a First, Second and Third AD
on board.  So you think you could be available at 5am Saturday morning,
Darius?  Best if I drive you there and bring you back.  You up for it,
kid?"

"You bet, sir.  You bet!"  Even though Hassan had stressed `no sex',
Darius's cock was already hard in his shorts and his fantasy wheels were in
overdrive.

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

It was still barely daylight when Hassan picked Darius up in his Jeep and
they took off on their one-hour drive to a canyon in the Sierra foothills,
part of a ranch that was often used by film crews.  Hassan was in jeans and
a sleeveless black T-shirt as he would change into the military gear he
would wear throughout the shoot.  Darius noticed an extra focus in the
Marine today, a seriousness that he always applied to his job.  His
conversation was all about the day ahead.

"When we get there I'll have to go straight to the tent they have set up
for wardrobe and makeup ... just a fancy name for getting us kitted out in
battle fatigues and making us look dirty and sweaty, with camouflage marks
on our faces.  I'll introduce you to the Second AD who'll be your boss for
the day."  He frowned slightly.  "His name's Christian and you'll have to
go easy with him.  He can be kinda arrogant ... thinks he's all that and a
bag of shit, if you know what I mean.  His parents are rich and they pulled
strings to get him the job.  He badly wants to be First AD so he
brown-noses the director a lot."

That didn't sound too promising to Darius but he didn't care.  One thing
the guys in the house had given him, especially Zack, was a healthy dose of
self-confidence, so he could take attitude from this guy and let it bounce
off him.  He grinned to himself.  Sure couldn't be worse than what Randy
had dished out when Darius had first come to the house all that time ago.

Finally the Jeep swung off the highway onto a small road leading into the
foothills.  The whole place seemed deserted, in the middle of nowhere, but
suddenly they rounded a bend and Darius gazed at the scene in awe.  Even at
this early hour the small canyon was a hive of activity, with various dark
green tents set up for equipment, catering, and one big dressing room.  As
Hassan leapt from the jeep a tall older guy with close-cropped gray hair
came over.

He shook Hassan's hand.  "Hey, big guy.  Welcome to chaos.  Shaping up to
be one hell of a day.  Go and get kitted out, stud."  He looked at Darius
in a distracted sort of way, what with everything else on his mind.  "You
must be the new Third AD.  Hey, Christian," he yelled, "get your ass over
here."

A tall guy with a shock of blond hair came running over.  Darius's first
surprise was how young he was ... looked just a few years older than
Darius.  Same height too ... but there the similarity ended.  He was what
Darius would have called a Golden Boy, with his shock of fair hair, tanned
features and slim but very trim body.  With his usual laser focus Darius
noticed right away the nice round bulge of his ass in his shorts.  When he
spoke his voice was smooth, refined, and even if Hassan had not already
told him so, Darius would have guessed that he came from money.

The director said, "This is the new intern for Third AD ...  what's your
name, kid? ... Darius, right?  OK Christian, he's all yours," and he turned
away to attend to a million other things.

Darius held out his hand with a gleaming smile, "Hey, Chris, good to meet
you."

Bad start.  The young man gave Darius an icy stare and said
condescendingly, "The name is Christian.  Please don't refer to me as Chris
again.  You'll be taking orders from me today, but there's no need to call
me `sir.'  We're pretty casual around here.  You're a construction worker,
I hear, Darien."

"Darius..."

"What?  Yeah, whatever ..."  He looked down at a clipboard and said,
"Crowded day today so I don't have time to show you around, but the first
thing you should get familiar with is the coffee machine over there.  Bring
me a cup now."

Hassan had primed Darius well so he gritted his teeth and went for the
coffee.  Huh, he wondered what that other `construction worker', Randy,
would have made of a guy like this.  Mincemeat probably.  He brought the
coffee to Christian who tore a sheet off the clipboard and said, "This is
the latest revision to the call-sheet ... damn thing keeps changing.  I
want you to take it over to wardrobe and make-up, the big tent over there.
It's important so get a move on."

"Yes, si ..." Darius began but checked himself.  Never would he call this
arrogant prick `sir'.  He ran over to the tent, walked in ... and stood
rooted to the spot.  Not only was it full of Marines, they were all in
various stages of undress ... some shirtless in fatigues, others stripped
down to dark green boxers, others in nothing but T-shirts or tank tops with
their cocks swinging free.

The air was full of testosterone, with a din of bawdy shouts, obscenities
and good-natured ribbing.  "Hey, man, better cover up that big schlong of
yours ... this ain't no X-rated movie."  "Yeah, well you'd be the expert on
porn, asshole. I seen you watching it often enough, beating your meat and
blowing your jizz all over the screen."  This provoked a macho bout of
towel snapping, with the soldier dodging the slaps round his bare ass,
making his `big schlong' bounce in the air.

Darius was awestruck.  He could never have imagined this in his wildest
fantasy ... but he knew he would from now on.  And in the middle of all the
activity stood Hassan, wearing nothing but a khaki jock strap, head and
shoulders above the fray, and above it too in his calm attitude.  He was by
far the most stunning man in the place and the others seemed to be treating
him with awed respect.  Definitely the star of the show, Darius thought.

Suddenly the First AD came up and snatched the call sheet out of his hands.
Mesmerized by the spectacle of the near-naked Marines Darius dawdled, but
then snapped back to business and muttered, "Shit ... Christian."  He ran
back out to find Christian glaring at him.  "Where the fuck have you been,
boy?  All you had to do was deliver the call sheet.  Now try to get this
into your thick skull.  You do what I say and you do it fast.  When I give
an order you move that black ass of yours, capisce?"

Darius felt his blood rising and clenched his fists.  He knew that Zack
would have slugged the man but Hassan's warning still rang in his head so
he gritted his teeth and said nothing.  The next few hours brought more of
the same.  Christian didn't even make another stab at his name, referring
to him always as "boy".  But Darius did his best to let it all bounce off
him.

Instead, when shooting began, he concentrated on the activities of the
crew, especially the Director of Photography, the lighting and cameramen.
He quickly grasped some of the techniques and was so fascinated by the
process that he was not even distracted by the Marines, now in full battle
gear and makeup.  Well, not too distracted.

There was a break as they began setting up the next scene ... a casualty
shot where a wounded man was carried off on a stretcher to illustrate the
Marines' comradeship and teamwork.  But suddenly there was a disturbance as
the First AD consulted urgently with the director about the `wounded man'.
"He what?!" the director bellowed.  "He fucking called in sick?  He's
supposed to be sick.  All he has to fucking do is lie on a stretcher.
Shit, and we don't have a stand-in on set.  The script specifically says
the casualty has to be a young black soldier ... racial diversity and all
that.  Where the fuck are we gonna find ...?"

Gazing around helplessly his eyes settled on Darius, standing quietly in
the background.  "Hey, that kid there ... that's just the look we're going
for.  Hey, kid, think you could lie still on a stretcher for a couple of
hours?  That's all you have to do.  No experience necessary."  Darius was
stunned, but Christian quickly stepped forward.

"No, he's my Third AD ... he's not available."

"Fuck you, Christian," the director yelled.  "Get him into wardrobe and
makeup now!  Just boots and fatigues, no shirt, plenty of mud and grease
... like he's just been dragged off the ground.  No blood though.  We're
going for heroic, not gruesome.  And make it quick ... we can't take
another delay."

Darius was swept up in a welter of activity.  As he was shoved toward the
dressing-room tent his last sight was of Christian, fuming in frustration.
In the tent everyone clustered round him. His shirt and shorts were taken
off him and they found military fatigues and boots that fit.  Wearing those
he was pushed into a makeup chair where he watched in a daze as makeup mud
and dirt were rubbed over his chest, he was spritzed with fake sweat, and
camouflage lines were streaked on his face.

When he finally stumbled out onto the set, blinking in the sunshine, the
director said, "Perfect! ... great look, kid.  Huh, you should do this for
a living."  (`If only,' Darius thought.)  He got down and lay on his back
on the stretcher on the ground while the director said, "OK, guys, here's
the deal.  You're a band of brothers ... Semper Fi and all that ... caring
for one of your own.  You kneel over him, checking him out, comfort him,
that kind of stuff ... improvise ... then you pick up the stretcher and
carry him away.

"And you, kid, don't do anything except gaze up at the guys with relief and
gratitude.  For God's sake don't ham it up, no groaning, and keep your eyes
open.  Don't want anyone to think you're dead or anything.  Now, I'm gonna
cover the shit out of this scene ... I need a ton of footage for editing,
so there'll be lots of takes.  OK, let's try one.  Mark it.  And action..."

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

As Darius's dazed mind began to clear he looked up and saw ... half a dozen
Marines gazing down at him, most of them shirtless or in ragged tank tops,
some with ammo belts slung over their chests.  Their battle-weary faces
were dirty and dripping with sweat (in this grueling heat the sweat was
real).  Then one of them, a muscle-hunk with chiseled features and buzz-cut
hair, knelt down and checked him for injury.  He ran his hands over
Darius's waist and abs, pressing his ribs and chest, then squeezing his
neck.  `Relief and gratitude' the director had said, but no mention of lust
and a roaring hard-on, which is exactly what Darius had.

The sight of the gorgeous muscle-stud warriors leaning over him made him
feel he was in his own bed dreaming.  But then he felt their hot sweat
dripping down on him and knew it was no dream ... these guys were for real.
Maybe they were acting, but their intense focus on him, six hot soldiers
gazing anxiously down at him, went way beyond fantasy.

"OK cut!"  Thank God, thought Darius ... another minute of that and he'd
have creamed his pants.  "Good, guys," the director said, "but I want to
see more concern this time.  Several of you kneel beside him, check him
out.  We won't be using the sound but you can talk ... comfort him,
reassure him.  Got it?  OK, let's go again.  Take two.  Action."

This time it was far more intense.  Three of the guys knelt by him, one
feeling his legs, another gripping his hand, while the shirtless hunk with
the buzz-cut stroked his forehead and bent low, whispering in his ear,
"It's OK, buddy, just relax, we're gonna take care of you."  Jeez, Darius
thought, the last time a guy said that to him the next thing he felt was a
dick in his ass.  It was all he could do to stop himself from kissing the
thick lips of the hot young Marine.

And so it went, for take after take, each time a bit different but always a
pornographic fantasy.  He fantasized that when they finally carried him
away the six muscular sweat-soaked Marines would hold him down and gang
fuck him.  That was the dream anyway.  The stark reality was several hours
baking in the sun, gazing up at these glorious macho soldiers, muscles
gleaming, armpits stinking with sweat, their soaked fatigues clinging to
their bulging crotches.

"OK, that's great guys.  Now we're ready for the lift.  And remember
... teamwork.  You're one unit so you all bend down together, grab a handle
each, flex those arm muscles and lift.  Then you carry him slowly away
... and keep going, I want a good long-shot."

And that's exactly what happened ... the guys were all real Marines after
all, drilled in coordination.  Darius watched breathlessly as they all bent
over him, six shirtless, dirt-streaked young soldiers dripping sweat all
over him.  Their shoulders, biceps and chest flexed, gleaming under the hot
sun, as they took the weight and heaved the stretcher off the ground.
Darius felt himself being raised up slowly until he was level with their
crotches and tight waists.  Lying suspended just below their bulging chests
his senses were filled with the stink of their armpits and the sight of
their rugged faces staring down at him.

He drifted back to his earlier fantasy: he was helpless, being carried away
by six gorgeous, battle-hardened young Marines to ... where?  Farther up
the canyon where they would tie him to the stretcher and work him over?  He
watched their straining muscles, the intensity of their sweating faces
... he smelled them, heard their groans ... and he felt his cock ready to
explode.

No moaning the director had said, so he breathed hard, his mouth locked
open.  The buzz-cut hunk was smiling down at him.  Sweat dripped from his
armpit straight into Darius's mouth.  He swallowed ... the taste was bitter
... and his cock erupted in his fatigues.  Despite all his efforts he
uttered a soft moan, his body shuddered slightly and he winced as his head
jerked.

Fortunately his fatigues were loose so he knew his huge boner was hidden.
`So that's why they're called camouflage pants,' he thought.  As his cock
drained in them he relaxed and made an effort to control his breathing.

"Cut!  Terrific guys.  Looked great.  And you kid, that little moan and
twitch of the head when they lifted you, like you were in pain ... that was
a great touch.  Think you can do the exact same thing in the next take?"

Jeez, thought Darius, that might take a few minutes.

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

Never in his life had Darius faked an orgasm.  But he did now ... several
of them.  If the director wanted the same look in each take the only way
Darius knew how to do it was to imagine an orgasm like the first one.  Not
that that was hard as he gazed up at the rugged young soldiers, their
muscles flexing each time they lifted the stretcher.

But after many takes the director said, "OK, men, that's a wrap on that
sequence.  Thanks, guys, you were great ... you too, kid.  Like I said, you
should do this for a living.  Right, this seems like a good time to break
for lunch.  One hour, folks."

The Marines reached down, pulled Darius to his feet and congratulated him.
"Right on, bro," said the buzz cut, shaking his hand and pulling him into a
tight hug.  "I could really believe we were rescuing you ... really got
into it."  Darius felt the soldier's sweaty flesh pressing against his and
he had to arch his back so the guy wouldn't feel the hard-on in his pants.
"Third AD, right?  See you around the set, then."  They all left and Darius
knew what he absolutely had to do.  He was so stoked he had to jerk off.
But first ..."

"So, you think you're the big movie star now, do you boy?"  Christian, of
course.  "Well, Cinderella, the ball's over and you're back to being Third
AD.  After lunch you're all mine and, like I said, when I give you an order
you move that black ass, capisce?"

"Darius `capsiced' that Christian was going to be a bigger prick than ever
from now on, angry at him being singled out and his success with the
director ... though something told Darius that there might be more to the
guy's bad attitude than just arrogance.  Whatever ... first things first.
His cock and balls were bursting.

He skipped the crowded mess tent where everyone was already eating and
walked off on his own up the canyon, then round behind a rock to a grassy
space hidden by trees.  This would do fine.  He leaned against the rock,
zipped open his fatigues and pulled out his bulging ten inches.  He stroked
it slowly, closed his eyes and saw again the erotic images of the last few
hours.  He saw himself lying shirtless on the stretcher, saw the six burly
Marines leaning over him, watched the buzz-cut kneel, smooth his brow and
whisper in his ear.  Wow, this was gonna be a doozy of an orgasm.  He could
feel it churning in his balls and moving up his pulsing cock.

"What the fuck ...?"  Christian again!  "I saw you sneaking up here, knew
you were up to something."  Darius stayed calm and, still holding his cock,
stared straight at the tall blond.  "You know, boy, I can get your black
ass fired for this ..."  His words died in his throat as Darius dropped his
arms by his sides and let his cock do the talking for him, the fully erect
ten inches sticking out of his pants like a tent pole.  He saw Christian
gulp hard as his jaw dropped.

Darius smiled inwardly.  He had seen that look before ... many times.  It
was always the look on Pablo's face just before they had sex ... wide-eyed,
drooling as he gazed at his lover's massive black rod.  Well, if he could
turn that tough, macho young stud into a drooling wreck he could certainly
do a number on this pompous young prick.  "You were saying, dude?  What,
you ran out of insults?"

Christian swallowed again and gazed at Darius.  With his skill at erotic
images Darius always knew how hot he looked himself, especially now
... shirtless in military fatigues and boots, his lithe, muscular body
covered in dirt and sweat, gleaming ebony skin, handsome face, square-jawed
features and close cropped black hair.  Not to mention the long black
ten-inch pole sticking out of his fatigues.  He knew he looked like a
pornographic wet-dream ... and he knew that was exactly the picture that
had Christian rooted to the spot.

Darius began again to stroke his cock with one hand and squeeze his left
nipple with the other.  He flexed his muscles, threw his head back and
moaned.  That always brought Pablo to his knees.  But Christian was not
quite there yet.

Darius opened his eyes and murmured, "Hey dude, help me out a little here.
We're all alone, far from the other guys.  I'm certainly not gonna talk,
cause I'd get my black ass fired.  So we're safe.  What are you waiting
for?"

In a trance Christian felt his legs move slowly toward the stunning icon.
This was something new for him.  A handsome young man, Christian had led a
sheltered, privileged life in his wealthy family, which is why they had
arranged this job for him.  In the macho, testosterone-heavy world of the
Marines, surrounded by hot, half naked soldiers, Christian had felt strange
new stirrings within him but he could never lower himself to get too close
to these military grunts, his social inferiors.  Then he had been put in
charge of the black construction worker, and all his ruling-class instincts
reached their peak.  He would show the boy who was boss.

But now he stood in front of this handsome, muscular young stud, stripped
down to combat pants and boots, and he felt his knees go weak.  So weak
that his legs buckled and he found himself kneeling at his feet, his face
only inches away from the massive black shaft pointing straight at his
mouth.  Moving mechanically, losing all control of his actions, he reached
forward and placed his hands tentatively on the belt round Darius's waist.
Then his hands rose up and lightly stroked the ridges of his washboard abs.

Sighing deeply, his hands moved down past the waist and over the rough
fabric of the pants, feeling the shape of the muscled thighs underneath.
Finally he gripped the waist again and dared to gaze up at the gorgeous
face above him.  He swallowed hard and croaked, "I've never done anything
like this before."

"Yeah, but you know you want it.  Come on, dude ... eat it."  The fact that
this was the guy's first time excited the hell out of Darius but he knew
not to force anything, knew that the guy had to make all the moves.  And
Christian did.  His hands slid round to the back of Darius's waist and his
fingers curled round the hard mounds of his ass.  Slowly he pulled the ass
forward, saw the abs ripple, the waist come closer, and then ... the head
of the cock touched his lips.

As the tip of his tongue probed the hole he experienced his first pungent
taste of pre-cum.  It was at that point that he lost every inhibition he
ever had.  He opened his mouth wide, pulled the body toward him and felt
the steel rod slide into him.  It seemed like it would never stop, sinking
deeper and deeper, easing down his throat until it stopped and he gagged.
He was choking but still he pressed hard against Darius's ass, forcing the
cock to stay deep inside him.

`Shit,' thought Darius, `the guy's a natural.  Time for me to take over.'
He grabbed a handful of blond hair and pulled Christian's head back so his
cock slid almost all the way out.  He paused.  "I said eat it, boy."  Then
slowly he pulled the head toward him until the face was buried in his pubic
hair.  Again Christian gagged and thought he would puke with the stink of
the sweat-soaked, wiry black hair in his nostrils and the pressure of the
cock against the back of his throat.

Again and again Darius moved his hips, burying all ten inches of his cock
in the hungry mouth, looking down at the tears running down the handsome
face, the tousled hair matted against his forehead.  `Nah,' Darius thought,
`gotta give the guy the full treatment.'  He pulled the head back sharply
off his cock and the tear-stained face looked up at him, mouth sagging
open, overflowing with drool.  "More," he moaned hoarsely.

"Oh you'll get more, dude, but not in your mouth.  How's about I shove my
dick in your ass?"

"I can't ... I could never do that."

"Okey dokey.  Never mind then.  We'll skip that."

"No... I do want it.  Do it ... now!"

"Whoa!"  Darius was not about to take any more orders from this guy.  "If
you want it, boy, you gotta ask for it."

A look of panic crossed Christian's face.  He gulped hard, swallowed his
pride and said. "OK, please fuck my ass."  Darius frowned and shook his
head.  Christian became desperate.  "Please, please fuck my ass.  I want to
feel that gorgeous cock inside me.  Please ... sir."

"Bingo," Darius grinned.  "OK, boy, but you do just what I say and you do
it fast.  When I give an order you move that white ass of yours, capisce?"
Christian nodded helplessly.  "OK, on your back ... now!"  Christian
scrambled onto his back on the grass and Darius reached down and yanked off
his shorts.  He dropped to his knees between his legs, pushed them up and
hooked them over his shoulders, dropping forward and pinning Christian's
wrists to the ground above his head.  He pressed the head of his cock
against Christian's hole.

Christian gazed up in awe at the shirtless black muscle-boy stretching over
him, muscles flexed, eyes boring down on his.  Aware of how stunning he
looked Darius asked, "You like that?"

Christian was mesmerized.  "It looks so beautiful.  You are so fucking hot
... Please, I want to feel your cock in my ass ... please, sir."

Darius grinned and gently eased his hips forward until the head suddenly
pushed over the sphincter and into the ass.  An unaccustomed shaft of pain
shot through his ass and Christian winced, struggling to get free.  "You
want me to pull out, boy?"  Again Christian panicked.  "No, no.  I can take
it.  Stay in me ...please ... fuck my ass, sir."

Darius knew he had him.  More forcefully now he pushed his hips forward,
felt his cock slide into the virgin ass, deeper and deeper until it came to
rest against the hot membrane at the back.  He paused, then with one last
thrust the head pushed over the inner sphincter and came to rest in the
fiery depths of his ass.  Christian's eyes flew open, he screamed, his body
shook and a long ribbon of cum blasted from his cock, followed by another,
splashing onto his chest, into his handsome face and tousled blond hair.
He was being fucked in the ass for the first time, and for the first time
in his life had shot a load without touching himself.

"Way to go, boy," Darius said.  "OK, now we got the first cum shot out of
the way I can really fuck your virgin ass.  He pulled all the way out, then
pushed slowly back inside.  He saw the tension leave the face as Christian
relaxed into the gentle rhythm of the huge shaft moving inside him.  Darius
was an expert.  Hundreds of times he had driven Pablo wild, filling his ass
with his monster dick.  Just as he had watched Pablo's ecstatic face he now
saw Christian entering a whole new world, gazing up at this spectacular
boy, feeling his incredible cock moving inside him.

On and on it went, and Christian felt sensations of a wild euphoria racing
through his body, sensations he had never felt before.  Still pinned by
Darius he pulled at his wrists and moaned, "Please, sir, I need to cum
again.  Please let me touch my cock."

Darius grinned and repeated familiar words he had heard from Randy and
Zack.  "'No, need, boy.  Never is with me.'  You want me to make you cum?
All you have to do is ask."

"I am asking, sir.  I'm begging you.  Please, sir.  Please make me shoot
another load, sir."

"Okey dokey," Darius grinned.  He pulled all the way out ... then rammed
his cock hard inside the ass, driving it fast and deep into the fiery chute
and coming to rest deeper than ever before.  The body beneath him jerked
uncontrollably ... "aaagh!" ... and another stream of cum blasted out of
his cock, this time spraying Darius's ebony skin with his warm juice.

Darius watched with satisfaction as Christian's body shuddered, racked with
sobs of ecstasy, and his cock finally drained.  "So that's it, boy," he
said.  "Fucked for the first time.  That rich white ass of yours has just
been hammered by the young construction worker's big black cock."

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

When Darius had reassured Christian that they were alone, he didn't know
that was not entirely true.  Busy as he was, Hassan had still been keeping
a protective eye on Darius all day, especially when he was with the
overbearing Second AD.  He had seen Darius walk up the canyon and thought
he just needed some time to himself, but he became concerned when he saw
Christian follow him.  So he too had followed at a discrete distance and
stood shielded by trees watching, ready to intervene if Christian tried to
work Darius over.

It quickly became clear that it was the other way round and Hassan smiled
to himself.  He should have known that the boys from that house could all
take care of themselves.  They had been well-trained by their masters, and
none of them would have been intimidated by a pretentious guy like this,
not matter how rich he was.  Pablo would no doubt have slugged him, Jamie
would have humbled him with a tongue lashing ... but Darius was using the
biggest weapon he had.  Now that's intimidation, Hassan grinned.

Reassured that Darius needed no help Hassan was about to walk away, but as
he watched the huge black cock driving into the blond's mouth, something
kept him rooted to the spot.  He knew of Darius's massive endowment of
course, it was the stuff of legend in the house, but he had never watched
it perform so dominantly.  And when Darius began to fuck Christian in the
ass Hassan reflexively pulled out his own cock and began to stroke it.

He was mesmerized by the sight of the piston sliding in and out of the
white ass, and by the look of rapture on Christian's face.  He wondered
what it must feel like, having that long tool driving inside you.  Hassan
himself rarely took dick in his ass, didn't even think about it, but now
that he watched Christian squirm as his ass got hammered, he tried to
imagine what he was feeling.  The cock was so beautiful, and Hassan looked
on spellbound as it moved in and out of the boy's ass.  He heard Christian
beg Darius to make him cum, saw Darius pull back, then slam his hips
forward and plunge the long shaft hard inside the boy, forcing his cock to
explode.

Hassan looked down at the tree trunk in front of him and saw semen running
down it ... his own.  The sight of Darius's huge black cock, the thought of
how an ass must feel getting fucked by it, had caused him to blow his wad.
But now he instantly came to his senses, stuffed his cock back in his pants
and quickly walked back to join the other soldiers in the mess tent.

A few minutes later he and other crew members watched in disbelief as two
figures came ambling toward the tent chatting amiably, with Darius's arm
thrown casually over Christian's shoulder.  "Shit," the director said to
Hassan, "your boy sure seems to have tamed that arrogant young prick
Christian.  I'd love to know how he pulled that off."

No you wouldn't, Hassan grinned to himself.

Actually, after getting his ass reamed by Darius, Christian would have done
anything for the beautiful black boy ... he was putty in Darius's hands.
But Darius didn't have a mean bone in his body, never bore a grudge, and
remembered Randy's rule of the house .... `a boy misbehaves, he gets
punished, and that's an end of it'.  So no hard feelings.  After they stood
up and brushed themselves off Christian had said, "Thank you, sir,' but
Darius chuckled.  "Hey, you don't have to call me `sir' ... let's keep it
casual.  `Dude' is usually good enough."

He smiled at Christian.  "Look, dude, the reason I'm here is to learn the
business, so I'll be grateful for anything you can show me.  So let's work
together, OK?  It'll be fun."  He held out his hand and Christian shook it
warmly, smiling for the first time that day.  "And, er ... " Christian
stammered, "in the future, if you're not doing anything for lunch, maybe
you could ...."

"...maybe I could teach you a few more of the things I know.  Right on,
buddy ... it's a deal."

When they got back to the set Darius flopped exhausted into the chair
marked `Second AD'.  Christian said, "I'm going to the mess tent.  Would
you like me to bring you out a plate of food and some coffee?"

"That'd be great, Chris, just great."  Darius sprawled in the chair and
smiled to himself.  One thing he knew for sure.  Zack would be proud of
him.

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

It turned out to be a very long, grueling day.  After dark the director
wanted some solo shots of Hassan and kept just a skeleton crew as he didn't
want to rack up a lot of overtime.  Darius stayed on as he needed his ride
home with Hassan, and as he was the only one of the AD's left he worked
with the director, impressing him with his knowledge and enthusiasm.  The
shots included several of Hassan, stripped to the waist, leaning against a
rock as if recuperating after a firefight and pouring a bottle of cold
water over his head to cool off.

The director said, "Here, kid, take a look at the shot through the camera."
There was something hugely erotic about looking through a viewfinder at the
spectacular Marine with water pouring over his exotic face and gorgeous
body and Darius's cock swelled in his pants for the millionth time that
day.  "What d'ya think, kid?"

Darius was an expert on beautiful men and knew how to a make hot man look
hotter.  "It looks great, sir.  But I think it would look even better if,
after a few seconds, he turned his head to the side, gazing into the
distance, so we could get him in profile ... then have him clench his jaw.
It would be a perfect shot for a slow fade-out."

"Hey, great idea, kid.  You know, you're not half bad at this.  We'll make
a director of you yet."

It was 1am before they finally wrapped and Darius was sitting beside Hassan
in the Jeep on the way home.  Hassan grinned.  "Well, looks like you were a
big hit with the director, Darius ... with Christian too, it seems.  Well
done, kid.  Er, it'll be almost two by the time we get back and we have to
leave tomorrow at 7am so it kinda makes more sense for you to stay at my
place and we'll go straight from there in the morning.  I'm bushed and I'm
sure you are."

Once again Darius felt his cock jolt in his shorts.  He knew there was only
one bed in Hassan's small house and he wasn't sure if he could survive a
night sleeping with him ... but, hey, he wasn't about to turn that down.
And Hassan was right about one thing.  They were both exhausted after a
long, hot day on the set.

So when they finally went into Hassan's house their only thought was sleep.
Too tired even to shower, they simply stripped off their sweaty clothes and
fell into bed naked.  Before drifting off to sleep Darius said, "Sir, thank
you for setting all this up for me.  I had a great time today."

"Me too, kiddo," Hassan murmured ...  and then he was asleep.

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

Asleep ... and dreaming.  Hassan's subconscious mind would not let up.
Although firmly embedded in the world of the Marines he was not immune to
the testosterone-laced atmosphere when rugged, half-naked soldiers were
crowded together as they had been in the dressing room tent, and much of
the day his cock bulged hard under his jock-strap.  But tonight his dreams
centered on a different image ... the euphoria he had seen on Christian's
face as the long black cock drove deep into his ass.

His dreams shifted and teased, as dreams usually do, and at one point
Christian's face morphed into his own.  It was him lying on the grass
feeling the huge rod slide into his ass.  Man, it felt hot as he looked up
at the black boy leaning over him, his hips pumping rhythmically.  The
image was so erotic it almost woke him and he became dimly aware of his own
stiff erection before he fell back into a fitful sleep.

Darius was having problems of his own, his sleep interrupted by the restive
movements of the man lying next to him, the sound of his breathing, the
smell of his sweaty body.  Darius had a constant hard-on and there was only
one thing for it.  He had to jerk off.  He eased himself to the edge of the
bed, slid carefully off it so as not to wake Hassan, and crept silently to
the bathroom.

Through the half-open door he gazed at the man on the bed.  The sheets had
slid off him as he tossed and turned and he was now lying naked on his
back, the sculpted muscles of his incredible physique gleaming in the dim
light as he stirred restlessly.  His arms were thrown above his head, so he
was sprawled spread-eagled on the bed.  His handsome, rugged face tossed
from side to side and it was obvious to Darius that he was dreaming ... an
erotic dream judging by his cock that reared up like a tent pole.

By now Darius had walked out of the bathroom and stood stroking his cock,
gazing down at the pornographic image before him.  And it was at that
moment that Hassan opened his eyes.

In that twilight state between sleeping and waking Hassan half imagined
that he was still dreaming.  There, in the shadows, was the black boy he
had seen in his dreams, stroking the long black cock that had buried itself
in the blond boy's ass.

Disoriented Hassan looked up over his shoulder and glimpsed the loops of
rope at the bedposts that were always there for use with Nate.
Instinctively he stretched his arms and pushed his hand through the loops,
pulling his wrists tight against the cord in imagined bondage.  Then he
struggled as if trying to get free, showing off his magnificent naked body,
his muscles flexing, bulging, straining, his head thrashing from side to
side.

Darius was spellbound.  This was the same spectacular Marine he had seen
earlier in the tent, stripped down to his jock-strap, standing head and
shoulders above his admiring fellow soldiers.  It was the same man he had
seen through the viewfinder, shirtless in fatigues, relaxing against the
rock, pouring water over his stunning face and body.  And now here he was,
struggling buck naked, tied to the bed by his wrists.  He was staring at
Darius ... and Darius knew beyond a doubt what the soldier wanted.
Incredible as it seemed, he was waiting to get fucked!

In a trance, not sure if this was all a dream, Darius walked forward and
stood at the foot of the bed, hypnotized by the exotic, slanting eyes
boring into his.  He knelt on the bed between Hassan's legs ... and almost
lost his nerve.  Then he heard the deep, accented voice.  "Fuck me, boy.
Fuck the soldier's ass with that huge black cock."

Darius almost lost his load right there, but he held back.  His cock was
now roaring hard and he pushed Hassan's legs up high and pressed the head
of his cock into the thicket of black curly fuzz at the ass and against the
warm hole.  The face was incredibly beautiful as it whispered.  "Fuck me,
boy.  I wanna feel your cock in my ass."

Darius eased his hips forward and felt his cock slide endlessly into the
soldier's ass, deeper and deeper until it came to rest.  "Aaah..." Hassan
sighed deeply.  His mind flashed on the look of total ecstasy on
Christian's face.  So this is what it felt like!  The exquisite sensation
radiated from his ass all through his exhilarated body and he moaned again,
"Fuck me ... fuck my ass."

Darius gazed down at the rugged soldier's hungry eyes staring back at him.
Hassan was tough, a man's man, and Darius knew that he wanted it rough.  So
he pulled back and drove the spike deep into his ass again, watching the
euphoria on Hassan's face.  "Harder, boy."  He raised his voice to a shout
... "Fuck me, man!"

Darius's cock was so big that he was always careful how he fucked ... but
not now.  The Marine was begging for it ... and he let him have it.  Losing
all restraint he began to pump the soldier's ass, pounding it, spearing it
with his iron-hard rod.

In his whirling imagination Hassan saw the image of the long cock pumping
the ass of the young blond, then imagined that same cock driving into his
own ass.  All the pent-up testosterone of the day erupted and he went wild,
his beautiful face thrashing in pain and pure ecstasy.  "Shit that feels
awesome ... man, I love that pole in my ass.  Yeah, hammer that ass, boy."

The words sent Darius over the edge and his cock became a jackhammer
pistoning in the ass of the naked Marine as he writhed on the bed, his
gleaming muscles flexing, his spectacular physique pumped to the max as he
pulled desperately at his restraints.  His black hair flew as his dark,
exotic Arab face tossed wildly from side to side.  It was one of the most
erotic images Darius had ever seen, a pornographic icon, the naked
muscle-god bound and helpless, his gorgeous body impaled on the massive
black cock.

Hassan looked up wildly.  "I gotta touch my cock, boy.  I gotta shoot."

Darius smiled ... "No need with me, man, not with my cock.  Here ..."  As
he had with Christian, he pulled all the way out, paused, and then with a
violent thrust of his hips drove the massive iron stake deep into the
cauldron of the man's gut.  Hassan's body convulsed, his ass was on fire,
and he screamed, "I gotta cum ... I'm gonna shoot ... ... I'm cumming
... aaagh!"  A huge stream of cum blasted from his cock, then another and
another, splashing onto his face and chest, mixing with the pools of sweat.

At the same moment the boy's cock shuddered deep in his ass and Hassan felt
hot cum pouring inside him, bathing his shattered ass with the juice of raw
youthful passion.  As their rasping breaths subsided Hassan yanked his
wrists from the cord loops and clamped his hands round Darius's ass,
pushing it hard against his ass to keep the entire length of his cock in
him.

Then he let go, swung one leg over to the side and twisted his body around,
so his back was pressed against Darius's chest, his ass against his pubic
hair, the cock still embedded deep inside him.  Their hearts stopped
pounding, their breathing subsided, and they lay exhausted.  No words were
uttered and in minutes they had fallen into a deep, untroubled sleep.

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

In the first pale light of dawn a small, old truck drove up the winding
hill to the house on Mulholland.  When it crunched to a halt the driver
leapt out, jumped the gate and ran excitedly down the drive toward the
guesthouse.  Nate had done this before, dropping in on Hassan early in the
morning before he left for work.  He knew that Hassan liked morning sex and
the boy always looked forward to waking him up and offering him his ass.

Today was Sunday, not his usual day, but to tell the truth Nate had felt a
bit uneasy yesterday, knowing that Hassan was spending a long, hot day on
the film set with Darius.  Never mind, this would make things right.  He
was Hassan's boy and his master would enjoy fucking him before he left to
pick Darius up from home for another day's work.

Nate had it all worked out.  He wouldn't knock ... just open the door
quietly and surprise Hassan by falling into his arms in bed.  Hassan would
love that.  So he slipped in softly and stood in the dark waiting for his
eyes to adjust to the gloom.  But as the shape on the bed became clearer he
thought his eyes were playing tricks.  It couldn't be ... it couldn't.
Hassan was lying on his side and pressed against him was Darius.  Both men
were naked and it was clear that Darius's cock was buried in Hassan's ass.

Nate went blank.  Unable to think he left the room and closed the door
quietly behind him.  All he knew was that he had to get away.  In a dazed
panic he started to run, scrambling up the path, stumbling, falling onto
his stomach, dragging himself through the dirt then pulling himself back on
his feet.  His eyes were blinded with tears ... he stumbled again and fell
... into a pair of strong arms.

He let himself be held tight as his body heaved with sobs.  "Hey, hey,"
said a deep, gentle voice.  "It's OK, everything's OK.  I've got you now."
The voice calmed Nate and as he pulled back he found himself staring into
the face of ... Adam.

Adam brushed the tears from Nate's eyes and asked in his reassuring
Australian accent, "What the hell's happened to you, kiddo?"  His voice
hardened.  "Has somebody hurt you?"

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength – Chapter 163

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