Date: Thu, 11 Feb 2016 16:00:57 -0500
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength"  Part 297  by Rob Willliams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 297
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: Danny gets intimate with his stunning new bosses –
Grady, the new movie Tarzan, and the handsome Italian Mario.  Mario asks,
"Are you sure you want to do this?"  Danny stammers, "Sir ... of course
... fuck Tarzan? ... that's the fantasy of all time."  Then Danny joins his
three young buddies as the Fourth Musketeer, after a challenge not with
swords but sex, where he is spit-roasted in a wild boy-orgy.


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Chapter 297 – "A BOY, AN APOLLO & A CHALLENGE"


The newest young addition to the tribe, Danny, was having an event-filled
day, one that would change his life.  He had spent the night with his new
best buddy Brandon and the two boys had sex for the first time, which had
elevated their relationship from good friends to loving boyfriends

Then his job interview with Jamie, the hunky surfer and senior boy, had
gone so well that, almost inevitably, it became sexual and Danny at last
heard the words he had longed to hear.  "You're hired, Danny.  You're one
of us."

But the biggest surprise was yet to come.  The gorgeous actor (and new
screen Tarzan) Grady and his Italian lover Mario were thinking of buying
the large house at the top of the hill, not far from the tribe's compound.
A group of the guys had gone to view the house with the prospective buyers
and Danny had been surprised to be invited to join them.

Afterwards Grady had a request.  "Danny, we have a favor to ask you.  This
evening Mario and I will be having dinner, as we often do, with Steve and
Lloyd, whose house I am living in right now as you know.  Usually Lloyd and
Mario cook dinner, but we have a ton of things to discuss about the new
house, so we were wondering if you could come up and cook dinner for us
... and join us of course."

Danny's surprise and confusion deepened but, despite his nervousness,
dinner was a great success.  Mario had watched him in the kitchen with
admiration.  Then, over dinner, Lloyd had oddly asked him to tell them what
gossip he knew about the celebrity guests at the luxury hotel he had worked
in as a room-service waiter.  But Danny refused to speak of things that
were private.

Finally Grady had put Danny's confused mind at rest.  "Danny, I have a
confession to make.  There was a reason behind all this – asking you up
to the new house, inviting you to cook dinner while Mario watched, then
Lloyd's crazy questions to see how discreet you were.

"See, we really think this deal with the house will go through and Mario
and I will move in.  But we have busy lives and it's a big house so we're
going to need help, kind of a cook-housekeeper.  Bob had the great idea of
us hiring someone who would live in, someone who'd take care of the house,
someone who's a great cook, someone who's discreet and won't spill the
beans to the paparazzi ... and there'll be plenty of beans to spill,
believe me.

"So who? we thought.  Well you, of course.  You, Danny.  We would like you
to move in with us, cook for us, take care of us."

Danny was so stunned he couldn't grasp what he was hearing as Grady
continued. "We considered the other boys, naturally, because I love them so
much, but Brandon lives with Pete of course, Eddie's Hassan's boy and Ben
is with Jason.  Besides," he grinned, "you're the best cook of all.  Don't
worry, we have other jobs in mind for them if they agree.  Of course,
you'll probably need time to think this over, but ..."

"No! ... I mean, yes ... not no.  I mean yes, I'd love to accept, and no, I
don't need to think about it.  Thank you for asking me, sir, it would be an
honor.  Do you mean I would be your boy, sir?

"Not exactly our boy, Danny.  I mean, we think of you as a friend, though
you would, in fact, be doing everything for us that a boy does for a
master."  Grady chuckled.  "As for me, I knew I liked you when I first
hugged you and you creamed your shorts."

Danny blushed and tried to get his mind round all this, to sort out his
thoughts and feelings.  Seeing his confusion Mario said, "Look, Danny, it's
late and we've all had quite a lot to drink, so I would like to propose
that you spend the night here with Grady and me so we can get to know each
other better ... more intimately.  Like Grady said, you would not be our
boy but there would be times when you would do things a boy does for his
master.  Is that OK with you?"

"Yes, sir.  Very OK.  Very much OK."

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

After saying goodnight to Steve and Lloyd, Danny followed Grady and Mario
into the guest room, which already showed signs of Mario's elegant touch.
By now Danny was very nervous, not sure what was expected of him by the
gorgeous movie actor and the classy Italian.

But as usual, Grady's sense of fun was infectious and soon put Danny more
at ease.  Danny loved Grady's easy-going self-confidence and his bold
directness.  And he soon got a startling example of that.

Grady threw himself on the bed, his hands linked behind his head, elbows
outstretched and beamed up at Danny and Mario.  "I don't know about you
guys, but great food always makes me horny.  And your food, Danny, was the
best.  So, d'you wanna fuck me?"

Danny blinked behind his black-rimmed glasses, thinking he must have
misheard.  His head was swimming but Mario saved him.  He put his arm over
Danny's shoulder, leaned in and said conspiratorially, "I know, amico –
I was stunned when he first said that to me.  Look at the big hunk lying
there, the handsome muscle-stud alpha male – Tarzan in the flesh.
Everyone he meets, everyone at that studio, wants to get fucked by him.
But what he wants most is – how you say? – he wants to get
butt-fucked."

Grady roared with laughter.  "That's me ... assolutamente!  Couldn't have
said it better myself – and my English is perfect – unlike yours,
amico."  Grady was having a great time as a smiling Mario continued to take
Danny into his confidence.

"You see, Danny, when big, tough top guys like Randy get to hear that Grady
likes to get fucked, they give him just what he wants.  But Grady told me
..."

"... in strict confidence of course," Grady laughed.

"... he told me, in strict confidence of course, that he sometimes likes to
get fucked by a young guy – such as yourself.  By now he's probably
tired of me fucking him" (Grady sputtered with gleeful protest on that one)
"so you'd be doing me a favor.  Only if you want to, that is."

Danny looked at Grady, then at Mario.  "Sir, I ... of course ... fuck
Tarzan? ... that's the fantasy of all time, but ... but ... I just lost my
hard-on, sir."

Mario sighed.  "Oh I know, I know, it's his fault.  He can do that to a
guy, he can be so brash – I find him ... molto irritante."  He flashed a
grin at Grady.  "But I can take care of your problem in no time, if you
would like."

"Yes please, sir."  Danny was desperate not to lose this chance of a
lifetime to fuck Tarzan!

"Molto bene," Mario smiled and dropped to his knees before Danny who still
faced the bed.  He pulled down Danny's shorts and sucked his dick into his
mouth.  Danny looked down at the handsome curly haired Italian and his cock
responded instantly.  Then he looked up at Grady and gasped as he quickly
took off his T-shirt and shorts and lay on his back naked, propped up on
his elbows, his magnificent body gleaming under the bedroom lights.

"I apologize, Danny," he smiled.  "I know I come on a bit strong and put
people off ... I'm weird that way.  And I guess Mario and I kid around a
lot, but you'll get used to us when you're living with us.  But I really
did mean it, kiddo.  I really would like to feel you inside me.  See?"

Grady flipped over on his stomach and Danny gasped as he saw the globes of
his flawless ass flex in anticipation.  Then he rolled back over and leaned
on one elbow, stroking his cock.  "See, I'm ready Danny ... whenever you
are."

Danny gulped, "I'm ready now, sir."  Mario pulled his mouth off Danny's
rock-hard cock and smiled at it with satisfaction. "È perfetto
... definitely ready.  Tarzan is all yours, amico. Go for it."

Danny still could not believe that he was about to fuck the muscle-jock
Grady, a prospect that so overwhelmed him he was afraid of losing his
erection again.  But the warm smile on Grady's handsome face was so
reassuring that he relaxed.

Mario helped too.  "Time to get comfortable, Danny."  Mario not only new
how to dress elegantly ... he knew how to undress too, which he did now,
stylishly shedding his clothes until he stood naked before Danny, a
confident smile on his square-jawed Italian face.  He was not as muscular
as Grady but his lithe, beautifully proportioned body made Danny's erection
more solid than ever.

Taking his cue from Mario Danny took off his clothes, less elegantly than
Mario as he fumbled with buttons, then stood nervously at attention before
the two spectacular men, feeling more naked than he had ever felt in his
life.

But again, reassurance came from Mario as he ran admiring hands over
Danny's face and chest.  "Che bel ragazzo," he said.  Such a fine young
man.  You go to the gym a lot, I see.  Hmm, give me a hug..."  He wrapped
his arms round Danny and kissed him on the lips.  Danny not only felt the
warmth of his body but also smelled the faint scent of a musky cologne that
he found very sexy.

He was nestling comfortably in the Italian's arms when suddenly the bedroom
calm was pierced by a loud Tarzan yell.  They looked over to the bed and
saw the naked Grady with his hands cupped round his mouth uttering the
famous yell he had perfected for the movie.  When the reverberations died
down and he had their attention he howled in mock indignation, "Hey, who do
you have to fuck to get fucked around here?"

(The shattering cry had reached Steve and Lloyd in bed and Steve chuckled,
"Sounds like Danny's getting the royal treatment from the king of the
jungle.  He won't forget tonight in a hurry.")

Grady was still `complaining' (with a twinkle in his eye).  "Will you two
cool it and let this poor dumb actor in on the act?  If you don't stop
stealing my thunder, Mario, I'll tie you both up and gag you with my dick."

"Ah, promises ... empty promises," Mario smiled at Danny.  "Pay no
attention, he's always like this.  Always complaining about not getting
enough attention ... just because he's the center of attention in the
studio, where they treat him like a king."

"Well I am," Grady protested ... "the King of the Fucking Jungle and don't
you forget it."

"See how he is?" Mario shrugged "He is so high maintenance that I have to
stay in bed with him all day, fucking, sucking, making love.  It gets
exhausting."

"I don't mind giving him attention, sir," Danny said, blinking behind his
glasses, not entirely sure when Mario was kidding.

"See, our new boy wants me," Grady pouted.  "At least somebody wants me."

"Come on, Danny, there'll be no living with him until you shove your dick
inside him.  We won't get a wink of sleep.  Here ..."  He scooped lube from
a jar by the bed, curled his fingers round Danny's cock and stroked it
gently.

By now Danny was in on the joke and he loved the way these guys were always
having fun.  And, far from lessening Danny's sexual desire, their playful
teasing turned him on even more.  It had been the same way with Brandon,
where the more fun they had the sexier it was.  And here he was with one of
the most beautiful men on the planet and Danny wanted to fuck him
... because he liked him.  He had never known that laughter could be so
sexy.

All of this lighthearted banter had totally banished his nervous
inhibitions and only increased his desire for the gorgeous actor.  The
combination of the Italian's hand on his cock and the inviting smile on
Grady's face, not to mention the sight of his glorious body lying naked
before him, roused the boy to a state of erotic fantasy.

This was the man he had seen wearing only black briefs in underwear
advertisements, and had jerked off to many times.  This was the man he had
seen in so many promotional pictures for the new Tarzan movie wearing only
a ragged loincloth.  And this was the man who was now smiling up at Danny,
waiting to feel his youthful cock in his ass.

"Here, let me help," Mario said, jogging him out of his trance and back to
awareness that the fantasy man was really real, right here, waiting for
him.  Mario looked down at Grady and shook his head.  "Do I have to do it
all for you?"  He got behind his head, reached over him and pulled his legs
back, exposing his ass to the awestruck boy.

"Come here, kiddo," Grady smiled.  Danny knelt between his legs, reached
forward and Grady grabbed his hands and placed them palms-down on his
muscular chest.  The tip of Danny's cock touched the waiting hole and Grady
gasped, "Oooh, feel that Danny?  Man this is gonna be good.  When you're
living with us I'll be asking for this a lot."

"As often as you like, sir.  I can cum a lot."

"That's what I was hoping.  OK, kiddo, let's feel it.  Give it to me."

Danny eased his hips forward and felt the head of his cock pass over the
sphincter and come to rest inside the warm ass.  He inhaled sharply, held
his breath and closed his eyes to prevent cumming right away.  While his
eyes were shut he visualized the stunning model from the billboards and the
macho Tarzan soon to be strutting his stuff on movie screens.  And when he
opened his eyes there he was, smiling up at him ... and his cock was in his
ass!

The only way he could do this was to think of it as a dream as he eased his
cock slowly inside the velvet-smooth ass.  Grady closed his eyes and
sighed, "Oh boy, that feels so good ... you have no idea how I love that."
Then he looked up and smiled.  "And there you are, a handsome young buck,
our brand new boy, fucking me.  Come on Danny ... do it to your new buddy.

Knowing the overwhelming impact he had on people – his looks, his
imminent fame and wealth – Grady was cleverly trying to reframe this for
Danny as two friends making love, just as Danny had made love last night to
his best buddy Brandon.

 And it worked.  Danny's sense of awe diminished, replaced by the pleasure
of fucking a handsome man whom he would soon be working for and living
with. His cock tingled as he pulled it back and drove it in again, faster
and harder this time, digging his fingers into Grady's hard pecs and
staring into his laughing green eyes.

"Oh man, I love to get fucked ... as hard as you like, kiddo.  You look so
good fucking me, boy.  Yeah, ride that ass.  Let your mind do the work,
Danny.  Imagine – Tarzan finds a boy lost in the jungle.  He wants the
hot young guy to stay with him as his boy but the kid has to prove himself
by fucking the jungle-man."

Danny's fantasy took flight and he looked down at the rugged Tarzan.  He
had a shot at becoming his boy, living with him, but he had to show him how
good a fuck he was.  Yeah, he'd show him alright.  He pulled his cock back,
paused, and slammed it deep in his ass and over the inner sphincter.
"Aaagh!!"  This time the Tarzan yell was not to get attention ... it was
the howl of a beautiful muscle-jock getting ramrodded by an energetic young
stud.

Mario, standing at the head of the bed, holding Grady's legs back and
facing Danny, smiled and nodded at him encouragingly.  "Good boy, Danny.
Fuck him hard ... he loves it."  Mario spent much of his time these days
giving pleasure to his lover and knew how much he was getting off on being
fucked by a fresh-faced boy with all the eagerness and exuberance of youth.

Danny was feeling more empowered than he ever had as he looked down at
Tarzan's face thrashing from side to side on the bed, his chiseled features
wincing in a welter of pain and pleasure, black hair flying over his face,
his pale green eyes looking up wide-eyed at the young man pounding his ass.

In his fantasy Danny conflated the scene in the jungle with his own
situation now.  The lost youth desperately wanted to be Tarzan's boy and
Danny was enthralled with the possibility of living in Grady's house.  Both
boys, the real and the imagined, knew that one of their duties would be to
fuck the master often so they strived to be worthy of him.

Usually accustomed to what Brandon had laughingly called `vanilla sex'
Danny was now a changed boy as his cock pistoned inside Grady's perfect
ass.  He could have cum a hundred times but held back, knowing
instinctively that he should wait until Grady gave in to the growing heat
in his loins.  Danny felt strong, energized by the sight of the macho
muscle-god beneath him begging to get fucked.

"Man that feels hot," Grady yelled.  "Come on, boy, fuck your master, fuck
that hot ass, make it burn."  The once-shy young man was transformed into a
fuck machine, transported to the jungle where he was pounding,
jackhammering the ass of the mighty Tarzan lying beneath him.  Grady
reached up and ran his hands over Danny's face and neck, down to his chest
where he squeezed his nipples.

Danny's fingers had been digging into Grady's solid pecs but now he
reflexively responded by rolling Grady's nipples in his fingertips.  "Oh
yeah, work those tits, boy, make `em hurt.  Bury that fucking rod in my
ass."

Danny knew he couldn't hold out much longer.  It was like his dick was
plunging into a furnace as the spectacular man writhed beneath him, trash
talking, muscles rippling, ass clenched round his cock, fingers grinding
his tits.  Grady yelled, "Do it, boy ... let me feel that hot juice in my
ass ... make me ... aaah ...fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... I'm cuuuming!"

Danny had never seen anything more spectacular than this ... this macho
muscle-jock, king of the jungle, his body shuddering, his cock blasting
streams of semen over his flexing chest and abs.  At last Danny's balls
burst, all his pent-up juice raced up his cock and poured over the
magnificent body thrashing beneath him.

A triumphant Tarzan yell again echoed round the room, follow by boisterous
laughter as Grady pulled Danny's head down and kissed him passionately.
When they separated Grady looked up at Mario behind him and said, "Well, he
gets my vote ... how about you, amico?"

Mario laughed, "Danny, you had my vote as soon as I tasted your quiche –
and especially when I saw you cum as Grady hugged you.  I know exactly how
you felt ... he has the same effect on me."  Mario leaned down and their
mouths joined in a three-way kiss.

When they surfaced for breath Mario said.  "But now we must sleep.  Grady
has to get up early as he has an 8am call time at the studio and, before
that, his regular gym workout with Randy."  He chuckled.  "Randy calls it
his Tarzan pump – getting him primed for all that tree-swinging.  Grady
wants him to get a credit on the movie as his body coach."

"No," Grady grinned, "not body coach ... ball buster.  But he does a
fantastic job ... as you can see ..."  He spread his arms wide on the bed
and flexed his biceps, pecs and abs.

"Bellissimo," Mario smiled, "except that the muscle definition is blurred
as you are drenched in semen, mi amore.  And talking of which, I am the
only one here who has not yet – come si dice? – got his rocks off.
Please, Danny, lie down beside Grady."

Mario walked round to the foot of the bed and gazed down at them lying on
their backs side by side, his handsome lover lying with his arm stretched
behind the new boy's neck.  "Perfetto," Mario smiled.  "Amici, we are going
to have so much fun together.  So if you will allow me, I would like to
anoint our new friendship."

Mario took hold of his already-hard cock and stroked it, his lithe muscles
rippling slightly under the soft lights from above him.  Grady sighed.
"Look at that ... gorgeous, ain't he, kiddo?  Like one of those Roman
statues.  Now you see why I spend so much time in bed with him.  And I love
it when he does this.  Watch."

As Mario's dick got harder his smile broadened on his beautiful Italian
features, his curly black hair falling over his forehead.  "You two look
good together ... really good ... so good I think I have to cum.  This is
our baptism, amici," he chuckled, "not exactly holy water, but close
enough.  Oh, yes ... here it comes ... aaah ..."

His body tensed and he sighed deeply as semen spurted from his cock and
splashed over first Danny, then Grady.  They both gazed up at the handsome
Italian and opened their mouths to catch drops of his juice.  "I love you,
buddy," Grady yelled.  "You're my man.  Here, come and feast on this."

He leaned over Danny and licked his chest, sucking up the pools of Mario's
cum.  Mario lay on Danny's other side, leaned across him and kissed Grady.
Then they both smiled down at Danny and embraced him with a triple kiss,
lubricated by the pungent taste of semen.

Mario pulled the covers over them and Danny found himself falling asleep
between two stunningly beautiful men ... his new friends and future
employers.  The whole thing felt like a dream, a dream that played over and
over in his mind throughout the night.

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

Grady woke before dawn prepared to face the rigors of the day, first with
coach Randy, then a long day at the studio.  He leaned over and kissed
Mario who stirred and smiled in his sleep.  But as Grady's memory of
yesterday came back he frowned.  Danny ... where was he?  He thought he
heard faint sounds coming from the kitchen so he eased himself out of bed,
careful not to wake Mario, pulled on a pair of baggy shorts and followed
the unmistakable smell of coffee to the kitchen.

"Good morning, sir," Danny smiled cheerfully.  "I remember overhearing what
you said to Randy during brunch on Saturday, that you need coffee to wake
you up before your workout with him.  So here it is, sir."  He handed him a
steaming mug.

Grady flashed his dazzling smile.  "You don't have to do this, kiddo
... it's so damned early."

"Oh yes I do, sir.  It's my job.  It's what I'll be doing every morning
when you have an early call.  Besides, Mario asked me particularly to take
care of you, so that's what I'm doing."

"He said that?" Grady smiled.  "He's so great, I love him so much I'm
scared how happy I am.  Do you think he loves me a lot, Danny?"

"Duh!" Danny laughed.  "Anyone can see that, sir.  He's nuts about you.
You shouldn't be scared, sir.  Oh ..." thinking he had gone too far,
"... sorry, sir."

"No, don't apologize.  It's great that we can talk about anything, Danny –
you know, private stuff.  I'm gonna love having you around."  He took
another long swig of coffee.  "This is great stuff, kid.  What's in it?"

"Oh," Danny grinned, "a little of this, a pinch of that."

"Never ask a chef to divulge his recipes, amico," said Mario coming into
the kitchen naked except for a towel round his waist.

Grady frowned.  "Oh shit, buddy, you look so damn hot I wanna take you
right back to bed and make love all day.  But Randy gets so pissed if I'm
even a minute late for our workout.  Says it's all about discipline.  And
that's a guy who knows all about discipline.  Long day on the set, too, so
I gotta go."  He hugged Mario hard ... `Love you, buddy."  Then he kissed
Danny on the lips ... "You too, kiddo.  Take care of my man, OK?"

"Aye-aye, sir," Danny saluted.  "Oh, don't forget this."  He handed Grady a
gym bottle.  "I also heard you tell Randy what you put in your
after-workout protein drinks, sir, so I filled this shaker with the mixture
– plus a couple of touches of my own so it tastes better."

"See, what'd I tell you Mario?  This kid's the best.  He's a keeper."  He
ruffled Danny's hair, grabbed a shirt, slung it over his shoulder, and he
was gone.

Mario smiled mischievously at Danny, "No reason we can't go back to bed for
a while, eh?  I mean, we're not starring in a movie or anything.  Andiamo,
amico ... the sheets are still warm."

Back in the bedroom, snuggled up against Mario under the sheets, Danny had
a strange feeling of being home, a place he belonged.  "That was real sweet
of you, Danny," Mario said, "taking care of Grady like that – the
coffee, protein drink and all.  I'm so glad you'll be living with us to
look out for him.  He's under a lot of pressure at the studio though he
tries to laugh it off."

"You're crazy about him, aren't you, sir?  I told him you were."

"You did?" Mario smiled.  "Thank you for that, Danny.  I love him so much
it scares me.  Do you think he loves me a lot, Danny?"

Danny laughed.  "That's exactly what he asked me about you.  That's when I
told him you're nuts about him.  Sir, I think when two people love each
other as much as you do I don't think you have to worry about which one
loves the other more.  It's kinda, like, way beyond that."

Mario pulled him closer.  "You're quite the philosopher aren't you, amico?
How come you know so much about love?"

"Well, it's not that I've ever had it, sir, but I think a lot about it and
I think I know what it would be like if I did have it.  I'd love the guy
and he'd love me and being scared wouldn't be a part of it.  Neither of us
would be scared of it.  We'd just ... love each other.  That's it."

Mario hugged him tight.  "You're right, Danny, that's exactly the way it
should be.  But, still, I do worry about the future.  I mean, when that
movie comes out Grady's gonna be a big star.  People everywhere will be in
love with him, or in lust.  He'll be in the limelight – able have anyone
he wants.  Why would he stick with me?"

Danny bristled.  "Because he's in love with you," he said heatedly.  "Sir,
if you don't mind my saying so, you're not being fair to Grady.  He's a
wonderful man and I'm sure he knows all the dangers of being a star.  But
he loves you, sir, and I don't think he'll ever stop."

Mario kissed his cheek.  "You're right, Danny. Thank you for saying that.
I'm just being paranoid – molto stupido."

"You should talk to Bob, sir.  All the boys say he can solve everything.
Or Doctor Steve.  I'm supposed to be having a session with him sooner or
later, I think."

"Great advice, Danny.  Thank you.  OK, now, let's talk food – my
favorite topic.  You can tell me some of your dessert secrets and I'll give
you Italian recipes from Tuscany where I come from."

Danny roared with laughter.  "What?" Mario smiled.  "Did I say something
funny?"

"No sir.  It's just that when I was in bed with Brandon last night and I,
kinda stupidly, asked if Pete fucks him when they're in bed, he said, `Duh!
What do you think we do, dingbat?  Swap recipes?'"

Mario laughed.  "Well, we can do both, don't you think – recipes and
sex?  In Italy, you know, food and love always go together.  How are you at
– what do they call it – multi-tasking?"

"The best, sir," Danny grinned.  "When you're a chef you have to.  I can
prove it if you like, sir."

"I like very much, amico ... mi piace molto.  Oh Danny, we are all going to
have so much fun."

"That's exactly what Brandon said."

"Well Brandon was absolutely right."

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

The twins had told Danny on the phone the previous night that he didn't
have to hurry back in the morning as it was a light breakfast and they
could handle it.  But, just to make sure, it wasn't so late when he finally
left Mario's bed after doing what they would forevermore laughingly call
"swapping recipes."  He cooked breakfast for Mario and himself and, after
more hugs, drove back down to the house.

He checked in with the twins in the kitchen who confirmed that everything
was under control.  "And how about you, Danny," Kyle grinned.  "Everything
under control?"

"Very much," Danny smiled, and his deep blush said it all.  But actually
there was still something bothering him.  "Er, has Brandon come to work
yet?"

"He came but Jamie hasn't opened the office yet.  He's still in bed with
Mark so who knows how long that's gonna be!  You know those two. So
Brandon's up in Eddie's room with him and Ben."

"Thanks, guys.  Is it OK if I go up and talk to them?  I'll be back soon to
help you in here."

"No problem, dude, go for it," said Kyle.  And Kevin added, "Good luck,
kiddo."  The intuitive twins always had their finger on the pulse of what
was going on.

Eager, but apprehensive, to see his buddies again, Danny ran up the stairs
and knocked on the door to Eddie's room.  "Come in!" three voices shouted
in unison.  Not knowing what to expect Danny was relieved to see three
pairs of shining eyes focused on him.

"OK, dude," Brandon said, "come and sit by me and spill the beans."  "All
the details," said Eddie."  "Exaggerations accepted," Ben giggled.

"Well, to start with, Grady and Mario want me to come and be their live-in
cook housekeeper when they move into their new place."  Danny expected that
to land like a bombshell ... but no.

"Shit, we knew that already, dude.  Mark told Jamie who mentioned it to
Darius and ... well you know how the jungle drums work in this place.  But
you spent the night with them, so what happened?"  When Danny hesitated
Brandon said, "Danny, that confidentiality thing you're so strict about
only applies outside the tribe.  We all know what goes on around here –
except for last night.  So spill."

And spill Danny did, to the wide-eyed incredulity of the three boys.  But
when he had finished his story he added, "Guys there's something important
I gotta say.  It's just that I ... I feel kinda like an imposter.  Here I
am in this group for only a few days and already I've landed a job any boy
would give his eye teeth for.  It should have gone to one of you, not me,
and now you'll probably hate me for muscling in on your territory."

"Hey, hey where's all this coming from, dude?" Brandon said.  "First of
all, didn't Grady explain that we all have masters so we couldn't possibly
live in the Grady House, or work full time?  We were afraid that when Grady
and Mario move we wouldn't see so much of them, but with you there we can
visit whenever we like.  And anyway, Bob's been talking to our guys, Pete,
Hassan and Jason, and there's gonna be an arrangement where we all have
part-time jobs up there."

"Yeah, Eddie said.  "Brandon's gonna set up their office and he's gonna
train me to do their household accounts.  And Ben's gonna take care of
their cars and all the maintenance chores around the house with help from
Pablo and Randy."

That should have settled the issue but Danny still looked
troubled. "There's another thing, guys."  He averted his eyes and
blushed. "I think I'm falling in love with Brandon and I know that'll upset
things with you guys, you being so close and all.  You're the three amigos
for god's sake."

There was a momentary silence ... broken by ringing laughter.  "Dude,"
Eddie said, "You don't think we already knew that?  Hell, we didn't need
jungle drums to tell us that.  A guy only has to look at you two to know
it.  One thing about living here, we do know love when we see it."  Brandon
smiled at Danny, threw his arm over his shoulder and squeezed tight.  Danny
at last made eye contact with him and blushed deeper.

But still he frowned.  "Yeah, but you guys, you've got a great thing going
here. Last thing I wanna do is bust up the three amigos."  Another silence
followed, broken surprisingly by Ben.

Despite being boss Randy's kid brother, the swarthy young gypsy was the one
who spoke up the least.  Mostly he just listened to the others ... but he
spoke up now.  "I don't see why it can't be four amigos," he muttered
gruffly.  "I saw a movie once about the Three Musketeers and there were
actually four of them.  They had this buddy called ... Darth Anion or
something."

"D'Artagnan," Brandon corrected gently.  "Yeah, Ben, maybe you're onto
something there.  Danny could be a D'Artagnan to us three amigos.  What
d'ya think, Eddie?"

"Hmm ..." Eddie stroked his chin.  "I saw that movie too and, as I recall,
this D'Artan-whatever character challenged all three musketeers to a duel.
The swordfights were awesome and that's how he proved himself worthy to
join them."

Brandon grinned, "Are you suggesting that Danny fight all of us with
swords?  I don't think I'd come out of that too well, though it's true I am
pretty swift in this wheelchair."

"Not swords, dummy," Eddie said.  "But there's another way he can prove
himself.  Think what we do best guys.  Plus, Danny says he loves you,
Brandon, so he can prove how much.  Kinda two birds with one stone."

"How's that sound to you, buddy?" Brandon grinned at Danny.

"Sounds like a plan, guys.  Bring it on."

Taking charge Brandon unzipped his shorts and pulled out his limp cock.
"Talking of swords, this one's pretty blunt right now.  Think you can
sharpen it up, Danny?"

"Is that my challenge?"

"Damn right it is."

Danny smiled, leaned over and kissed him.  Then he knelt on the floor in
front of him, took off his glasses, bent his head and sucked his dick into
his mouth.  Having come into the room full of doubts and confusion Danny
was now on a high.  He had declared his love for Brandon before the other
guys and they had accepted him – provided he proved himself, which he
now took great pleasure in doing.

It didn't take much work to get Brandon hard and that was only the start.
Using every trick the guys had taught him Danny made love to Brandon's cock
and the pleasure he felt was magnified by the thought that he was publicly
demonstrating his love for the guy himself.

He heard Brandon's moans above him, which only spurred him to greater
effort.  "That feels awesome dude," Brandon said.  "You suck dick as good
as we do.  But that's only part of the challenge.  You gotta take as well
as you give.  Ever heard of a double spit-roast?  Ben, this was your idea.
You go first."

Ben and Eddie had watched their two friends, two good-looking young guys in
love, one sucking the other's dick, and the spectacle gave them both
boners.  "Go for it dude," Eddie encouraged Ben.  "And one other rule.  No
lube ... spit only."

Ben's gypsy face broke into an urchin grin and he dropped his shorts.
Brandon smiled at him, admiring the handsome black-haired gypsy boy, same
pale blue eyes as his big brother Randy, naked except for a ragged tank top
hanging over his muscular chest.  Ben spat in his palm and stroked his
cock.  He knelt behind Danny, pulled his shorts down to his knees and
clamped his hands on the mounds of his ass.  And that was all the warning
Danny got as he felt the gypsy's rod spear his ass.

Danny screamed into the gag of Brandon's cock, his body spasmed and his
throat muscles reflexively clenched round the rod filling his mouth.
"Yeah," Brandon howled, "give it to him, Ben.  Fuck that ass ... see how
much our new recruit can take."

On the few occasions Danny had taken a dick in his ass it was always well
lubed.  But Ben used only spit and, while Danny loved feeling every contour
of the veined cock, the pain was also more than in the past.  The piston
driving into him hurt but also energized and he redoubled his efforts on
Brandon's cock, running his hands under his T-shirt and pinching his
nipples.

Eddie stood over them mesmerized by the sight of his three buddies, the
cute newcomer Danny on hands and knees getting spit-roasted –
face-fucked by his new lover and butt-fucked by the muscular young gypsy.
Ben was not Randy's brother for nothing.  Right now he seemed like a junior
version of the boss, with a touch of savagery like his brother's legendary
fucks.

It was all too much for Eddie looking down at them.  The words `stripped
for action' came to mind, so he did until he was butt naked, pounding his
cock in his fist and yelling, "I love you guys ... so fucking hot I'm gonna
... aaagh ..."  Cum spurted from his cock and splashed down on all three of
the bodies in motion.

"Dude," Brandon sputtered, licking cum from his own lips, "What you doing?
You were next."

"I'm still next," Eddie grinned.  "You forget who you're talking to, dude –
Hassan's little gusher.  You know my dick is permanently hard, so hit it,
Ben – empty your load in the new recruit."

Ben needed no encouragement as he had been desperately holding back his
orgasm for some time.  Feeling Eddie's warm jizz splash on the back of his
neck, and Danny's hot ass tight round his cock he yelled, "OK, guys, here
it comes ... yeah ... fuck, yeah ..."  As Ben busted his load he plunged
his cock so hard inside Danny it made him howl, pulling his mouth off
Brandon's cock and staring straight into Brandon's smiling eyes.

But he was given no respite.  As Ben pulled out of his ass Eddie
immediately replaced him, not even bothering with spit as Danny's ass was
so well lubed with Ben's cum.  Brandon grabbed Danny's hair and pulled his
face forward onto his cock again.  "OK, dudes it's time for the big finish.
Eddie, you claim you're a gusher so prove it.  Right, bring it home, guys."

And that's all it took.  Eddie pounded ass and, incredibly, shot another
load, this time deep inside Danny. He looked up wild-eyed at Brandon and
said, "OK, I filled his ass ... so fill his mouth, stud ... choke him ...!"

Still grabbing Danny's hair Brandon pulled his face down on his cock faster
and faster until he yelled, "I love you Danny ... here it comes ..."

Danny really did think he would choke as semen erupted down his throat and
he gulped desperately, taking rasping breaths though his nose.  Finally he
had to pull off, coughing up the last of his buddie's juice that ran down
over his chin.  He leaned forward and kissed Brandon passionately, their
lips lubricated by Brandon's cum.

And all of a sudden Danny was surprised by joy.  It engulfed him, swept
over him like a wave, a sensation unlike anything he had ever felt before
in his shy, sheltered life.  Light headed he laughed with delight as he
picked Brandon up bodily out of his chair and laid him on the bed.

Eddie and Ben lay next to him and Danny stood over them all, grinning down
at the three upturned faces.  "Remember guys, how in the movie D'Artagnan
beats all three musketeers in their swordfights?  But I bet you don't know
what he did to them when he'd won?  He did this ..."  He stroked his cock a
couple of times and blasted his pent-up jizz all over them, and they opened
their eager mouths and drank.

As he regained his breath Ben said innocently, "I don't remember that bit
in the movie."

In a peal of laughter Danny threw himself on the bed with them and they
writhed together in an excited tangle of youthful limbs.  Their laughter
almost drowned out the gentle knock on the door, but Eddie heard and
shouted, "Come in!"  And there in the doorway stood Bob.

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

They froze as Bob stared down at them, then unfroze as he smiled.  "Bad
timing, I see ... or maybe not.  I get to see the three amigos in action."

"No, sir," Eddie grinned – "four amigos.  We got a new
Dartanya-whatsit."

"D'Artagnan?" Bob smiled.  "So I see ... I felt sure you boys would work it
out between you."  Brandon and Danny put on their glasses and blinked up at
him.  "And I suppose you two are in love with each other," Bob chuckled.
"Of course you are.  I was right again ... god, I'm good."

And they all fell in love with Bob all over again.

"Boys, I came up here for a purpose.  I want to talk to you three about the
changes coming with Grady's new house.  So get cleaned up and come down to
the office in half an hour.  Danny, I want to show you something."

Danny scrambled to his feet and, pulling up his shorts as he went, followed
Bob along the balcony to the room next door.  They went in and Bob
explained, "This is Mario's room, though he doesn't use it now as he's
always with Grady, so I spoke to him and we agreed you should have it until
you all move into the Grady House.  Congratulations on being hired by them,
by the way.  I think you'll be very good for those guys.  So, this room be
OK for you in the meantime?"

"Very much, sir," Danny said.  Suddenly he threw his arms round Bob and
said, "Thank you for everything you've done for me, sir.  I'm happier than
I've ever been.  I know you arranged it all and I ... I just ... I love
you, sir.  I promise I won't let you down."

"I know you won't, Danny.  I knew that the first time I talked to you at
the hotel."  Bob walked around the room checking it out.  "I think Mario's
still got some of his things here but I'll leave you to sort that out with
him."  Suddenly there was a flash behind him and he turned round to see
Danny taking pictures with his cell phone.  "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking pictures of the way Mario has decorated his room and the things
he has here ... get a sense of his tastes and what he likes so I can help
him better at the new house, sir."

Bob smiled at him affectionately and put his arms round him.  "See, I knew
I was right about you, kiddo.  Now, the twins need you in the kitchen to
help with lunch and preparations for dinner.  Off you go."

"Yes, sir.  Thank you, sir."  As he left, Randy came up the stairs in gym
clothes, still sweating after his morning workout.  He stood beside Bob on
the balcony and they watched Danny scamper across the garden and into the
kitchen.  Randy put his arm round Bob's shoulder and said, "He's a great
kid.  So it's all going according to plan, I see.  God, you're good."

Bob looked into the blue eyes.  "You wanna see how good?  Damn you're sexy
when you're all hot and sweaty like that.  We've still got half an hour."

"Be careful what you ask for, big guy."  Randy grabbed Bob's shirt and
towed him back to the master bedroom.

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

It was mid-afternoon when Eddie dashed into the kitchen and skidded to a
halt where Danny was chopping vegetables.  "Hey Danny," he said
breathlessly, "I wanna ask you a big favor.  See I just got a call from
Hassan.  He's gonna ask Mark and Jamie up there for lunch the day after
tomorrow.

"You know him and Mark go back a long way, before Mark was a cop, when he
was in the army in the desert war and Hassan was too ... but on opposite
sides.  Anyway, Mark was a prisoner, chained in a cell, and Hassan
interrogated him ... real brutal it was, but Mark got free and it was
payback time so they had this big fight but you know what?  They fell in
love with each other, you know that Stockholm hostage thingy ..."

"Eddie, I'm real busy.  Could you cut to the chase ... the favor ...?"

"Oh yeah.  I know I talk too much.  Hassan always says that I ... oops,
sorry.  Anyway ... like I said, Hassan has invited Mark and Jamie to his
house up in the hills and I'm his boy so I'm supposed to cook lunch.  Well,
dude, I don't know shit about cooking so I was wondering ... I know I
shouldn't ask, you being our new Dartanyan thingy and all, but ..."

"Eddie, Eddie ... I'd be happy to cook for you all if that's what you're
asking.  In fact cooking for Mark, Hassan, Jamie and you would be an honor.
But I'm real, real busy right now so why don't we talk later and arrange
everything.  You can tell Hassan not to worry, it's a done deal, OK?"

Eddie flung his arms round him and said, "Dude, you're the best.  OK, I'll
get out of your hair and leave you to chop."  At the door he turned round.
"And in return, any time you want a great blow job, dude, I'm your man."

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

Later in the day Danny checked in with Jamie to ask about Mark's favorite
foods so he would know what to cook.  He also mentioned what Eddie had told
him and asked if it were true.

"Oh yeah," Jamie said.  "Mark's meeting with Hassan years ago is one of the
legends of the tribe.  The boys talk about it all the time and jack off
too, it's so hot.  Hassan was an army interrogator on the Arab side and
when Mark was captured Hassan chained him up and really worked him over
trying to make him talk.

"That Stockholm Syndrome thing Eddie mentioned is where a hostage falls in
love with his captor, and that's what happened there – two alpha males
in extreme physical contact.  Mark used that to overpower Hassan and give
him the same brutal treatment.  Hassan never forgot his passion for Mark
and after the war he came here to join the U.S. Marines and to find Mark.
And, well, the rest is history ... here they are, real close buddies.

"They still love each other in a big macho cop-to-soldier way, and they get
together sometimes to re-enact that time they met.  But it's been a while
and I'm thinking that's one reason Hassan has asked us up to his house.  Me
and Eddie will probably just stand back and watch from a distance.  It's an
incredibly hot thing to see.  I hope you can stick around to watch too."

Then they went back to talking food and that was the focus of all Danny's
attention ... until the day came, that is."

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

Of all the men in the tribe Hassan was the most private and liked to keep
to himself in his modest guesthouse on the grounds of Steve's house.  It
sat among the hillside sagebrush down a gravel path below the main house.

The only one who spent a lot of time with him was his boy Eddie, whom he
loved and nurtured, though they were so different.  The strong, silent
Marine was a sharp contrast to the fun-loving, gregarious and garrulous
young guy who worshipped his exotically handsome master and his superb
physique – `a body that won't quit', as Eddie described it.

Hassan was still at work on an early morning shoot for one of the many
recruitment videos he made for the Marine Corps, so Eddie was in the house
alone, busily cleaning and tidying the house before the guests arrived.
Eddie got off on the fact that he was one of the hosts alongside his
handsome master.

Danny arrived in the late morning with all the ingredients for lunch, which
the twins had helped him choose and pack in the truck they lent him.  Eddie
made an attempt at being the gracious host but couldn't control his boyish
excitement as he showed Danny round.

"Dude, this is gonna be so cool.  Whenever Hassan and Mark get together
it's smokin' hot, like nothing else you'll ever see.  And then afterwards,
to prove what real close buddies they are, they sometimes swap boys for a
while.  Man, it is sooo awesome getting fucked by that gorgeous cop while
the Marine ploughs the hot surfer jock.  I kid you not, dude, when ..."

"Eddie, Eddie, it sounds terrific but could we take a look at the kitchen
and unload the food from the truck?  Eddie stopped talking (for a minute)
and Danny was pleased to see that the kitchen, though small, was well
equipped.  "OK, now preparing food is serious business, bro, so I'm gonna
need your help.  You taught me how to suck dick so maybe I can teach you
how to cook."

"Aye-aye, sir," Eddie grinned with his trademark salute.  And so they got
busy and Eddie showed himself to be a surprisingly eager pupil.  Danny had
chosen a healthy seafood casserole for the main course and a raspberry flan
for dessert, one of his specialties.  He and Eddie worked so well together
that the prep was done quickly, the ingredients were ready for the oven and
all they had to do was wait for the men to arrive.

They soon heard tires crunch on gravel up the hill and Eddie ran outside
yelling, "He's here." Danny went with him and stared up at the gravel path
in amazement.  He had met Hassan once before at the tribe's gathering on
his first day, but he had been so busy cooking so overwhelmed by it all
that he had said no more than hello to Hassan, who was wearing regular
casual clothes.

But this was like something out of a homoerotic movie.  The husky Marine
had come straight from his video shoot and was still dressed in battle gear
– camouflage fatigue pants, combat boots, and a sleeveless denim shirt
over a khaki tank stretched over his powerful chest.  Military dog tags
hung down in the cleft between his pecs.  His exotic, olive-skinned
Arab/Asian features still bore the black camouflage stripes of the video
shoot, and mirror sunglasses added a mysterious, almost threatening look,
along with his jet back hair.

Danny flinched as the soldier strode up to him but when he whipped off his
sunglasses the dark, slanted eyes were smiling at him.  "Hey, Danny," he
said in his deep, lyrically accented voice.  "Last time we met we hardly
exchanged two words so I'm glad we'll get to know each other better."  He
gave him a brawny hug and Danny found himself trapped in muscular arms and
the strong, musky smell of man-sweat that gave him an instant boner.  Eddie
caught his eye with a raised-eyebrow told-you-so grin.

"And here you are cooking for us," Hassan said, holding him at arm's
length.  "I really appreciate that, Danny, `cos I know how busy you are
down at the house.  I hope this young punk here has been helping you," and
he ruffled Eddie's hair."

"Eddie has been a great help, sir.  Next time he'll be able to cook the
meal himself."

"Yeah, well I ain't holding my breath on that one," Hassan chuckled.  "That
right, kiddo?  As a chef you give a real mean blow-job.  And I'll be
wanting more of that later, boy."

"Aye-aye, sir," Eddie grinned, gazing at his master with adoring eyes.

"Right, well I'm gonna leave you two to get back to the kitchen.  I'm gonna
take a beer down to the gazebo and wait for Mark."  Eddie got him a beer,
Hassan went into the bedroom, grabbed a military kitbag and strode away.

Danny realized that the gravel path continued past the house down onto a
promontory where a small octagonal gazebo stood at the end, seemingly lost
in the center of the green sage of the hills.  With a pitched roof and open
sides it provided shade with unobstructed hillside views.  Steve and Lloyd
often sat there at the end of the day unwinding over cocktails and watching
the sun set.  And that was where Hassan now settled, sipping beer ... and
waiting.

The boys had scarcely returned to the kitchen before they heard a yell.
They went outside and saw Jamie racing down the path in surfer trunks and a
tank top, his blond hair flying.  "Hey, guys, how's it hangin'?  Danny, I
gotta thank you again for doing the honors in the kitchen.  Left to this
guy we'd be eating chips and dip."  He gave Eddie an affectionate hug, as
Mark followed him down the path.

The Greek-God blond cop had come straight off a pre-dawn shift, stopping
only to pick up Jamie, and was still in his police uniform of black pants
tucked into high shiny motorcycle boots.  His muscular torso bulged under a
black shirt, with a triangle of white T-shirt at the open neck.  He hugged
Danny, with profuse thanks for volunteering in the kitchen.

Danny was always in awe of the uniformed blond cop and, despite his warm
hug, he detected a kind of pensiveness, as if Mark was preoccupied by
something.  He soon realized what that was when Mark rested his hand on
Jamie's shoulder and said gently, "OK if I leave you guys for a while,
kiddo?"

Jamie smiled, "Absolutely, sir.  I understand."  Eddie shoved a beer in
Mark's hand as he turned and walked down the path to the gazebo.

When he got there Hassan stood up and their eyes met.  They put down their
beers and Mark noticed the bulging kitbag on the floor.  Wordlessly they
began to unbutton their shirts.  They both knew what was about to happen,
what they both craved.  They knew one would soon be tied up, at the other
man's mercy.

The only question was, which one would that be ... the soldier or the cop?

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 298


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