Date: Tue, 4 Oct 2016 22:30:20 -0400
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 331  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 331
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
Grady, the new movie Tarzan, treats young Ben to a fantasy.  He stares down
at the homoerotic spectacle – the handsome, muscular Tarzan staked naked
to the ground, struggling to get free. "I'm gonna fuck you ape-man. The
gypsy boy is gonna ream your ass."  Later, Randy rescues his kid-brother
Ben from danger and comforts him in bed.  Ben hugs his big brother and
says, "Please, sir, make me feel safe again."


Chapter 331 – "ADVENTURES OF A GYPSY BOY"


************ In the previous chapter ***********

Danny blinked behind his black rimmed glasses, wondering if it had all
really happened.  But it had – it was all real.

He had had quite a night – and morning – at Doctor Steve's house.
Danny, the young chef at the Grady House, had been loaned out to Steve to
help the house manager Tommy serve dinner to four men – Steve, his lover
Lloyd, and their guests Randy and Bob, the leaders of the tribe.  But the
services Danny ending up performing had gone way beyond serving dinner.

He had spent the night in the same bed as Tommy, the hot young gymnast who
had demeaned him in the past when he was a humble pool boy.  But, turned on
by each other, they had made love and buried the hatchet when Danny had
buried his cock in Tommy's spectacular ass.

This all created a new instant intimacy between them and like all good
buddies they gossiped and shared confidences.  "Fess up dude," Danny
teased, "you're dying to get your ass ploughed by Randy again, right?"  He
sure was, and in the morning, downstairs in the basement gym, Tommy had got
his wish and had been worked over by the dominant, macho gypsy.

While that was happening, the muscle-god Bob, a Superman lookalike, had
surprised Danny by saying, "You know, kid, it's just kind of assumed in
this group that the masters fuck the boys.  But didn't you ever wonder if
Superman ever got tired of fucking and wanted something ... different?
Especially when he sees a real cute, ripped young guy like you, a guy who
has the reputation of being a great fuck?

Danny blinked hard behind his black-rimmed glasses and frowned in
disbelief.  "Do you mean ... do you mean you want me to ... to fuck you,
sir?"  To fuck Superman?  It was something Danny had never even dared to
dream but now it was real, and he went for it in a big way.

And at the end of a wild fuck Danny looked down at the writhing muscular
body and saw Superman blast spurts of jizz all over his ripped abs and
chest.  The incredible sight of this handsome master getting butt fucked by
a boy – himself! – pushed Danny over the edge and he uttered a
jubilant howl as his cock exploded in one of the finest orgasms of his
life.

Later, as they all relaxed over drinks, Bob could see how much Danny wanted
to tell his story to his pals, so Bob was not surprised when Danny asked if
he could back up to the Grady House.  Bob laughed, "Kiddo, I'm sure those
guys are dying to hear of your exploits here and you're dying to tell them.
So off you go."

When Danny arrived at the solid security gates of the Grady House, punched
the code and drove in, he heard a shout – "Hey Danny ... you're back."
It was Grady, the gorgeous soon-to-be movie star, currently working on the
new big-budget Tarzan movie.  Danny ran eagerly over to the grove of trees,
Grady's favorite place in the garden, where Grady was sitting with his
lover Mario and the boys Brandon and Brian, with an elaborate picnic spread
over the grass.

"Danny, mi amico," Mario said in his lilting Italian accent, "You look like
the cat that licked la crema – or the monkey that ate le noci – the
nuts – or whatever you say in this country."

"Thank you, sir," Danny smiled conspiratorially.  "May I get you more food,
drink, anything from the kitchen?"

"Definitely not," laughed Grady, sprawled luxuriously on the grass –
Tarzan the magnificent, except he had traded his loincloth for Speedos.
"No, bambino, we're stuffed with food, drunk on wine, and horny as toads.
What we want is gossip, something sexy to make us even hornier, and my
guess is you're the man to give it to us.  Come on, dude, spill.  Did you
have sex at Steve's house?"

"Hmm ... some," Danny shrugged nonchalantly.

"You fucked ass, didn't you?" Brandon teased. "I can always tell.  Come on,
who did you fuck?"

Danny shrugged again.  "Oh, nobody much ... Tommy ... Bob."

"No way!" Grady laughed.  "Outstanding.  Hell, this is gonna be good.  OK,
dude – turn us on."


********************* Chapter 331 *********************

Four eager faces gazed expectantly at Danny.  Grady, Mario, Brandon and
Brian were in high good humor and Grady laughed, "To quote the always
eloquent Darius, `Spill the beans, dude, exaggerations accepted'."

"There's no way I could exaggerate what happened at Steve's house," Danny
grinned.  "It's already off the charts.  OK then, here goes..."  He took a
deep breath – and his cell phone rang.

"Don't answer it!" they all shouted but Danny looked at the caller ID and
said, "It's Ben ...  Hey dude, whassup?  Oh really?  Bummer dude.  Hold
on."  He lowered the phone and said to the group.  "It's Ben.  Jason's had
to go up north for a couple of days to work a forest fire up there and
Ben's feeling down in the dumps."

Grady stretched out his hand – "Here, give it to me."  He took the phone
and spoke into it cheerfully.  "Hey there, kid ... so that gorgeous fireman
of yours has gone out of town and you're on your lonesome.  Well not any
more, Benny Boy.  You get your ass in gear and come up here pronto.
Danny's about to tell us the lurid tale of the way he serially fucked his
way through every ass at Doc Steve's house.  You don't wanna miss that,
kiddo – `One for the archives' as Darius would say.

"Your buddies Brandon and Brian are here with us, so get a move on and
we'll hold the story `til you get here.  We're having a picnic so come just
as you are, no need to dress up ... in fact, no need to dress at all,"
Grady chuckled.  "A hot, naked young gypsy boy such as yourself would fit
in real well, just what we need.  You still have the code to the gate?
Good – see you soon, kid."

Grady tossed the phone back to Danny, and Mario smiled at his lover.  As
happened so often before, Mario had just been given yet another reminder of
why he loved Grady so much.

Grady was always so affectionate to the boys.  After all the admiration he
got from the crew on the movie set, and the hero-worship he got from the
public, he loved shrugging it all off and getting down with Mario and the
boys in the privacy of his house.  It was a perfect way to de-stress.  He
liked to think of himself as just one of the guys, and Mario worked hard to
make that possible, even though it was quite a stretch given Grady's
increasing fame.

Meanwhile, Ben's heart was beating fast as he shut off the phone.  He had
been hoping to just to hang out with his buddy Danny, possibly at Steve's
house, thinking that Danny was still there.  But suddenly, there he had
been on the phone talking to Grady, the gorgeous hunk he often jerked off
to, drooling over the publicity pictures of him as Tarzan in just his
loincloth.

Ben had been to the Grady House quite often, of course, to kick back with
Danny and the boys or help serve at some big social event there, and he
often met Grady and Mario there.  But hearing Grady himself on the phone
urging him to come up and join the picnic party was still a thrill and made
his dick hard.  It sure banished the blues he had been feeling, left all
alone after his master Jason had been called away on duty.

So ... what to wear?  Had Grady been joking when he told him to come naked?
Grady was always kidding around.  Ben happened to be wearing nothing right
now, having just got out of the shower, but he couldn't really drive up
there that way, could he?  His big brother Randy had always taught him to
not give a fuck what other people thought, but still ...

Grady had told him to hurry, so Ben settled for pulling on his old gym
shorts and flip-flops, no shirt, and jumped into the small truck Randy had
given him.  He was soon at the rather intimidating gates of the Grady house
and frowned trying to remember the security code.  It worked, the gates
swung slowly open, he drove in and they closed silently behind him.

He was feeling a bit nervous of joining the group.  The boys were his
buddies, of course, but he was the youngest of them, just eighteen, and he
still carried with him the insecurity of being an uncultured gypsy boy,
even though Randy had told him that was absolutely the best thing to be.
But his nerves disappeared when he heard the shouts of welcome from the
group and he saw Mario walking toward him, arms outstretched in welcome.

"Ben, mio bel ragazzo," smiled the handsome Italian, barefoot and shirtless
in his usual long linen lounging pants slung low round his slim waist.  He
pulled Ben into a warm hug and said softly in his ear, "Glad to see you
didn't take Grady at his word and drive here naked, Ben.  Bummer if you got
pulled over by a cop.  You know Grady and his sense of humor."

Ben was also glad that his shorts covered the huge boner he had, pressed
against the bare chest of this gorgeous, dark-haired man who always bore
the slight musky scent of his Acqua Di Parma cologne that Ben found so
sexy.  But the tent-pole was not lost on Mario, nor on Grady as they
approached with Mario's arm slung over Ben's shoulder.

"Hey, Benny Boy.  Shit, you're looking hotter `n a pistol, kid.  That big
brother of yours must be giving you some tough gym workouts, like he does
me every morning.  Course, at the end of our sessions Randy usually fucks
me as a reward if I've been a good boy and worked hard."  He looked down at
Ben's tent-pole and chuckled.  "I see my amico there is having the same
effect on you as he does on me.  You think you could manage one of those
for me later, kiddo?"

Grady's bawdy, irreverent sense of fun was so infectious that Ben's gypsy
courage kicked in and he grinned mischievously, "Any time you like, sir.
Just say the word."

"Outstanding!  OK, clear the decks, guys ... me and Ben have a date here."

"But sir," Brian wailed, "we haven't heard Danny's story yet."

"Damn, you're right, young Brian.  What was I thinking?  Hell, you boys are
all so damn sexy you got me bouncing from one fantasy to the next.  You
hungry, Ben?"  Smiling at Ben's confusion Grady clarified, "Hungry for
food, I mean."

"Yes, sir, I didn't eat after Jason left."

"Well, hey, dig in, kiddo.  There's enough food here to feed a regiment.
Oh no, don't get me started on that military thing, or I'll be jacking off
thinking about that hunky Marine Hassan, and I wanna save my sperm for
Danny's story."

At this point, cool, calm Mario intervened.  He was very familiar with
Grady's hyper running off at the mouth from one sexual image to another.
It was the way he decompressed after all the constraints of the movie set –
obeying director's orders, remembering lines, hitting his mark, and doing
it again in take after take.  Now he was with his favorite buddies he could
just let loose.

So Mario stepped in and said evenly, "Ben, mi amico, sit down with us and
help yourself to whatever you want.  There's a ton of food, as Grady said."
He raised his eyebrows at Grady.  "`Course, that's not all Grady said.  And
there's plenty of wine too ... which some of us are a little the worse for,
it seems."

"Oops," Grady grinned, "sorry, boss.  Talking too much?  Over the line?"
He copied Eddie's trick of running his fingertips along pursed lips and
twisting them at the end like a lock.  But, irrepressible as ever, he
immediately broke his vow of silence by saying, "OK, Danny Boy, you got the
floor.  Let's hear how you fucked your way through the doc's house."

Mario sighed and said softly to Brandon, "Hopeless ... what can you do with
a man like this?"

"Hey, I heard that" Grady said.  "You could always shove your dick in his
mouth, maybe?  That'll keep him quiet."

By this time the whole group was in fits of laughter and Grady and Mario
shared a quick smile that contained all the depth of the love they felt for
each other.

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

Danny cleared his throat and prepared to launch into the long delayed
account of his adventures.  "First of all, sir, I do have to correct you on
one thing.  I did not, as you said, `serially fuck my way through every ass
at Doc Steve's house'."

"Hey," Grady protested, "exaggerations accepted, remember?  In fact,
they're encouraged."

"Amore ... stupido," Mario scolded, faking sternness, "let the boy speak.
Danny, tell us only the truth – just as it happened."  (Again a knowing
grin flashed between Mario and Grady.)

So, at last, Danny launched into the story of his erotic adventures at
Steve's house last night and this morning, starting with him hesitantly
getting into bed with Tommy and both of them keeping as far away from each
other as possible, until their boners intervened and they ended up sucking
and fucking, with Danny on top ploughing Tommy's gorgeous ice-skater ass.

As they listened in awe the group was already turned on and Grady was soon
stroking the bulge in his speedos.  The movie Tarzan, who was himself a
visual masturbatory image for guys all over the world, loved getting turned
on by aural accounts of sexual goings-on such as Danny's.  And there was
something about two tentative boys groping nervously toward sex that
somehow made it even more erotic for Grady.  That was an image that really
roused him.

"Guys," Danny said, "the next scene, featuring Randy and Tommy, took place
in Steve's gym and I didn't actually see it.  But Tommy told me every
detail of it afterwards ... 'cos by that time we were best buddies," he
grinned.

The group was enthralled listening to the way Randy had watched the young
gymnast go through his athletic routine and had then dominated the handsome
jock who crawled over the floor begging to get fucked.  Randy had ended up
jackhammering his ass in a mind blowing sequence of savage fucks that left
Tommy drained of jizz and sobbing in Randy's arms.

Several of the boys were stroking their cocks by this time but, as riveting
as the fantasy had been of the handsome jock impaled on the boss's shaft,
it was the next and final scene that really caught the imagination of the
listeners – especially Grady.

Danny described sitting on the bed with Bob going through financial papers,
"But then, when we'd finished – get this, guys – Bob said that maybe
Superman sometimes got tired of fucking and wanted something ... different?
Dudes, he meant that he wanted me to fuck him!  Shit, did I want to fuck
Superman?  Duh, of course I did, but I was real nervous about doing it.
And when I did finally get up the courage, guess what ... I lost my
hard-on."

"No way," Brandon said wide-eyed.  "What did you do?"

Danny explained how Bob had seduced him all over again and "I kinda got
real butch – something I never knew I had – and ended up pile-driving
that muscle-god's ass until he shot a load all over his gorgeous body while
I unloaded my jizz inside him.  And that, dudes, is how yours truly, a
humble young houseboy, got to plough Superman's ass!"

There was a stunned silence, ending in a burst of applause and
wolf-whistles.  The boys crowded enthusiastically round Danny, but when
Mario looked over at Grady he found him strangely pensive, still stroking
his bulge with a faraway gleam in his eyes.

Mario knew his lover so well that he now put two and two together and had a
fair idea what was in Grady's mind.  First: two boys too nervous to even
touch but ending up fucking. Second: young Danny so nervous about fucking
Bob that his dick went limp, but ending up ramrodding the master.  Both
these images played into Grady's fantasy of a hot alpha male getting
ploughed by a timid young guy."

Of course Grady loved to get butt-fucked (a concept that would have come as
a shock to his legion of fans who fantasized about being sexually dominated
by this handsome Tarzan).  He got ploughed daily by Mario, and often
enjoyed getting fucked by Danny and the other boys who worked here, but
they were already his friends and were not intimidated by the fun-loving
actor.

Mario was always on the lookout for ways to give pleasure to his lover and
now had an idea.  He stood up and said, "Mi amici, it looks to me like
we've eaten our fill.  So why don't I help you boys clear it all away and
take the remains to the kitchen?"  He grinned over at Grady.  "Danny, I'm
afraid that when Grady had a cooking lesson he got more food on the floor
than in the dishes so the kitchen's pretty much a mess."

"No problem, sir," Danny laughed.  "Hey, Brandon, Brian, you wanna give a
hand here?"  They knew the drill.  The two boys pulled themselves into
their wheelchairs and lowered the tray tables across their laps.  Danny and
Mario piled the remnants of the meal onto them and they all set off for the
kitchen.

"Hey," Grady shouted after them.  "What about me?  I have abandonment
issues, you know?"

"He does too," Mario chuckled.  "Like a bambino, scared of being left
alone.  So Ben, you stay here and keep the big guy company, OK?"  Mario
flashed a conspiratorial smile at Grady and quickly disappeared into the
house with the other three boys.

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

Finding himself suddenly alone with Grady Ben fidgeted and blushed
nervously.  When he had first arrived today he had joined in the fun when
Grady joked, `me and Ben have a date here'.  So is that what this was?
Nah, like Mario said, Grady just wanted company.  But still Ben blushed,
tongue-tied.

The image of the nervous young gypsy boy turned Grady on.  He had never had
much personal contact with Ben, though the boy had often been around in the
background and Grady was intrigued by Randy's good-looking kid brother.  At
eighteen Ben was slowly maturing and showed flashes of the guts and
determination of his macho brother, but Grady knew of his history that
still, even now, left traces of insecurity in him.

Grady knew that Ben, like all Randy's younger brothers, had been raised in
hard-scrabble West Texas, scratching out a nomadic Romany existence and
protected by their fierce, fist-swinging brother.  And Grady had heard the
graphic story of how, after having lost touch with Randy, but determined to
locate him in California, Ben had walked and hitched his way from Texas to
Los Angeles, a grueling weeks-long journey that took all the guts that
Randy had instilled in him.

So here he was, the boss's kid brother once more under Randy's protection,
with a good job as assistant mechanic at the construction company, and the
boy of the handsome firefighter Jason, with the junior boys as his good
buddies.

But in spite of all that Ben still found it hard to shake off the
inferiority image of what he had always been – just a rough and ready,
dark-complexioned boy of gypsy stock who still felt out of his depth a lot
of the time.  And never more so than now, alone with this stunningly
handsome soon-to-be movie star – Tarzan in the flesh.

Their positions could not have been more different – Grady at the
star-studded top of the heap, and Ben, the tribe's shy, junior boy.  And it
was exactly that difference that appealed to Grady as he tried to put Ben
at his ease.

"Hey, kiddo, please don't be nervous of me.  Around here I'm just one of
the guys, you know."  They both knew that could hardly be true of the
glamorous and already-famous actor, but the mere fact of Grady saying it
with his dazzling smile went some way to helping Ben relax.

"So, tell me, Ben, how are things with you and that gorgeous fireman of
yours?  You know whenever I look at that stud I envy you."  (He envies me?
Ben thought with a private smile.)

"Going great, sir.  Jason is always telling me how much he loves me and we
make love a lot."

"I bet you do," Grady grinned, his cock swelling as he imagined the
stunning blond jock fireman fucking this cute, black haired young gypsy.

"But, sir, I get nervous when Jason gets called away to a forest fire like
this."

"Ah, guy like that, he'll be just fine.  And just think, when your fireman
gets home in a few days he'll be hot, tired, and horny, so you better be
there to make him feel better."

"Oh, I will be, sir.  And I know how to make him feel good."

Grady's cock jolted again as the flash of determination on Ben's gypsy
face, with its strong jaw and high cheekbones, made him look just like a
junior version of Randy.  "Wow, sometimes you look exactly like your big
brother, kiddo.  You know that most mornings he puts me through a muscle
crunching gym workout, don't you?"

"Oh yes, sir, everyone knows about that – no secrets in that house.
They also know that when the workout's over Randy fucks ... ooh," he winced
... "sorry, sir."

Grady roared with laughter.  "He fucks my ass?  Of course he does, you can
say it, boy.  That's one reason I work out so hard – to get the reward.
I'm gonna make sure he gets a credit on the movie as my physical trainer.
I'd like to make it `trainer and butt-fucker', but they'd never allow
that."

The thought of that in the screen credits make Ben laugh out loud ... and
the ice was broken.  Grady felt a wave of affection for the boy and decided
to dip his toe into uncharted waters.

"Does, er ... does Jason object if you have sex with other guys."

"Oh no, sir, he encourages it.  He's like Randy, they both want me to have
fun with other guys – but only inside the tribe, of course – guys
Randy trusts.  They don't like the thought of me being on my own ... Jason
and Randy are both real protective.  Er, why do you ask, sir?"  Now it was
Grady's turn to blush and Ben's eyes opened wide.  "Do you, er ... do you
want to fuck me, sir?"

"No, no," Grady said, a bit too hastily.

"Sorry, sir, of course not.  Don't know why I said that.  Stupid of me."

"No, that came out wrong.  Of course, Ben, you're so cute I'd love to fuck
you.  But, well ... you remember the story Danny told of him and Bob, and
when he asked Bob that same question?"

"Yes, sir, and Bob said he wanted it the other way round and ... and Danny
lost his hard-on."  His eyes opened wide again.  "You don't mean ..."

"Ben, I'll level with you," Grady smiled.  "Here's the deal.  When Danny
told those stories of him and Tommy nervous about touching, then him
nervous about fucking Bob, it kinda turned me on.  Then I looked at you and
you look so much like Randy, who fucks me all the time, and I thought how
great it would be if his kid brother ... I'm sorry, Ben, always thinking of
myself and my own pleasure.  I try not to get selfish with all this stardom
bullshit but – forget I spoke, kiddo."

"Sir, you're not selfish at all.  Fuck Tarzan!  A gazillion guys all over
the world would give anything to do that."  He frowned dejectedly.  "But,
sir, I'd be like Danny.  I'd be so intimidated I wouldn't be able to get it
up."

"Oh is that all?" Grady chuckled.  "Well, Danny said the solution to that
was that Bob seduced him.  Guess I'll have to do the same thing.  Stay
right here, kiddo.  Don't move."  Grady jumped to his feet, still in just
his speedos, and raced into the house.  Ben was left alone, confused,
nervous ... and excited.  His gypsy-boy inferiority complex gripped him and
his impulse was to run and join his friends in the kitchen.  But Grady had
said to stay right here.  So he did.

In any case Mario and the three boys were no longer in the kitchen.  Mario
had told them of his plan.  He had seen Grady's reaction to Ben after
hearing Danny's stories and thought it might be fun to leave him and Ben
together and see what happened.  So there they were, all four of them
watching eagerly from an upstairs window, making bets on how it would all
turn out.

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

Ben didn't have long to wait.  Suddenly Grady emerged from the house
... wearing his Tarzan loincloth.  He cupped his hands to his mouth, gave a
deafening Tarzan yell, and ran toward the startled Ben.  Ben's jaw dropped
at the macho image ... and he had an instant erection in his shorts.  It
wasn't only the erotic sight of Tarzan in his loincloth.  Ben also caught
Grady's lighthearted sense of fun that took away the edge of anxiety Ben
had been feeling.

Grady towered over him, raised his arms to the sides and smiled, "So
whad'ya think, Ben?  Does this turn you on?  Stand up, kiddo, let's check
it out.  Grady pulled Ben on his feet then yanked open his shorts and let
them drop round his ankles.  Underneath he was wearing pale gray boxer
briefs that sported an unmistakable bulge.

"Almost there, kiddo," Grady grinned, running his hand over the bulge.
"Maybe this'll do the trick."  He pulled Ben into his arms and pressed
their mouths together in a churning kiss.  As Tarzan's naked chest pressed
against his, and the bulge in his loincloth rubbed against his briefs,
Ben's knees went weak ... and his cock got rock hard.

When Grady pulled off Ben's mouth he found himself staring into the same
pale blue eyes as Randy's, set in a younger version of the swarthy gypsy
features framed by long black hair.  And suddenly this was no longer just a
game to Grady.  His body tingled with desire for this handsome young buck.

Just as Grady loved being ploughed by the older brother most mornings in
the gym, he was now seized with an overwhelming desire to feel the
kid-brother do the same.  Randy, of course was totally dominant, always
sure of his own sexual magnetism, but Ben was tentative, in awe of the
glamorous movie star, and it was his shyness that turned Grady on so much.

"You are such a beautiful boy," Grady said softly, then sank slowly to his
knees, running his hands down his lithe young body until he was kneeling
before him.  He saw the outline of Ben's cock in is briefs and realized
that that was another attribute Ben shared with his brother – a long,
thick dick.

He leaned forward and clamped his mouth over the bulge, sucking it through
the thin cotton of the shorts.  Then he grabbed the waistband and pulled
the briefs down, jerking his head back as the big stiff rod sprang out and
hit him in the face.  He opened his mouth, lowered it over the head of the
cock and let it slide down his throat.  Gripping Ben's hips he pumped them
back and forth, forcing the long cock deeper and deeper in his mouth.

He soon felt the cock shudder and tasted the musky taste of pre-cum, so he
pulled back and let the rod slide out of his mouth.  "I don't want you to
cum like that, Ben. You know what I want."  He fell on his back on the
grass and stared up at the still-hesitant boy.  He didn't want Ben to cum
but he also didn't want him to lose his hard-on, so he defused the tension
with humor.

"See this loincloth?" he smiled.  "It's a gag gift from the girls in the
wardrobe department.  See – nothing to it."  He raised his butt off the
floor and Ben saw what he meant.  All it consisted of was a loose triangle
of rawhide in front and behind – with nothing in between.  It was a gag,
but Ben didn't see it like that.  All he saw was Tarzan's bare ass under
the rawhide loincloth and he touched his own stiff rod for the first time.

By this time they were both fantasizing and, as it happened, their
fantasies were almost the same.  Grady stretched his arms in a V on the
ground up toward two trees in the grove, and grabbed the ends of ropes that
he and Mario had tied round them for use in their sex games.

Ben gasped, flashing on a jungle movie he had once seen where Tarzan had
been captured and staked out on the ground, his wrists roped to trees.  He
remembered surreptitiously jerking off to that image in the darkened movie
theater.  And that erotic image now overcame his inhibitions and he knew
what he had to do.

He quickly knelt down and tied Grady's wrists to the trees.  Randy had
trained him well in ropes and knots and he expertly used Randy's mandatory
escape knot, where one tug on a loose end would free a man who panicked.
Ben noticed a jar of lube left on the ground by the always-prepared Mario
in previous sessions with his lover.  He dipped his fingers in it and then
stood up, gazing down at the bound Tarzan and spreading lube over his
swollen cock.

"Oh, shit," Grady moaned staring up at the naked gypsy boy stroking his
cock, and his fantasy went into overdrive.  Ben had that wild, savage look
of his brother Randy, both of them black-haired gypsies with the same dark,
square-cut features and penetrating pale blue eyes.  The naked boy could
easily be a wild young creature who, like Tarzan, lived and roamed in the
jungle.

But he was a shy young savage, staring down hesitantly at the captive
Tarzan.  Grady assumed a look of fear, glanced up at his bound wrists and
tugged at them in a futile attempt at freedom.  His face grimaced with
effort and his body writhed helplessly on the ground.  He stared defiantly
up at the naked savage and groaned, "What you gonna do to me, man?"

Ben had never seen anything more homoerotic than this, and he took his hand
off his cock to stop from cumming.  It was an image better than anything he
could have conjured up from the pictures of the new Tarzan he had jerked
off over, far hotter than that scene he had beat off to in the movie
theater.  This was the real thing, the most beautiful, most muscular,
sexiest Tarzan of them all.  And he was lying before him, helplessly bound,
his muscles rippling and flexing as he struggled to get free

And suddenly Ben's shyness evaporated.  He was Randy's brother, a tough
young gypsy who had had the guts to fight his way fifteen-hundred miles to
be reunited with his brother.  He recalled Danny's words when he was with
Bob – "I kinda got real butch – something I never knew I had."  And
now he felt the same, imbued with a power that came straight from his gypsy
roots.  He would make Randy proud.

"What am I gonna do to you?" he taunted.  "I stumble across this gorgeous
naked man in the jungle staked to the ground, his spread-eagled body
writhing, and he asks what I'm gonna do to him?"  He grinned Randy's
arrogant, mocking grin, and his eyes flashed.  "I'm gonna fuck you ape-man.
I'm gonna ram this big dick up your ass."

He fell to his knees between Grady's legs and the rugged Tarzan struggled
helplessly and groaned, "No ... no ... I can't ..."  Ignoring him Ben
pushed his legs back and pressed his dick against his hole.  "Here it come,
ape-man, and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Aaaagh!"  Grady's scream echoed round the garden as the body slammed his
cock inside him.  His head thrashed from side to side as the long shaft
pulled back and ramrodded him again.  The force of the fuck made him open
his eyes and ... it was uncanny ... he was staring up at Randy ... but not
him ... a young version of him with the same savagery, the same blue eyes
piercing his, the same long black hair whipping round his face as he
fucked.

Even the voice had the same threatening growl.  "Fuck you, man ... think
you're so fucking hot, the big macho Tarzan, king of the jungle.  Not so
powerful now, though, staked out on the ground, tied up and getting your
ass reamed by a young gypsy boy.  You want more, ape-man?  Here it comes."

Ben's thick shaft became a piston in Grady's ass, driving relentlessly
deeper and deeper.  Already in a fantasy world of his own Ben was empowered
by the image of the beautiful, sculpted face thrashing in pain, the
spectacular physique straining against the ropes, muscles flexing hard,
veins popping in his biceps, chest and lats.  Ben had never seen Grady look
more beautiful, had rarely seen any sight more erotic, more pornographic
than this.

He leaned forward and pressed his palms on the slabs of Grady's chest and
felt them flexing under him.  Grady stared up at the intense dark face,
just as he had so often stared up at Randy.  Ben had the same intensity as
his brother (though nobody fucked as savagely as Randy).  What turned Grady
on most was that the same young face, that had so recently been shy and
hesitant, now gleamed with a new power and passion as the boy reamed his
ass.

Totally lost in the fantasy Grady groaned, "Fuck me, boy.  Fuck my ass.
Man, you're fucking beautiful.  Fuck me good and you'll be my boy, Tarzan's
boy, living with me in the jungle, and we'll fuck night and day.  Come on
boy, fuck me hard ... make me shoot my load."

Ben was gripped by the image of the two of them living together, roaming
naked through the jungle, fucking, making love ... him as Tarzan's boy.  He
looked down at the handsome, writhing muscle-god impaled on his shaft that
pounded him mercilessly.  He felt the heat in his ass, felt his body
thrashing beneath him and saw his eyes fill with tears.

They fucked on and on, losing all sense of time but at last Grady groaned,
"Please ... please, boy.  I'm so close ... you make me so hot, I gotta cum.
Help me ... let me feel your juice in my ass.  I give up, I submit.  I'm
begging you ... let me cuuum!"

The sight of the captive Tarzan struggling in bondage, surrendering his ass
to him, begging for release, was finally too much for Ben.  His eyes
flashed, his muscles tensed and he yelled, "Fuck you, man.  I'm gonna shoot
in your ass ... here it comes ... fuck ... fuck ... fuuuck!"

Grady's body went rigid as he strained against the ropes, felt the
gypsy-boy pour his juice inside him as his own cock erupted in jets of
semen that splashed up over his chest and neck.  They stared at each other
as they came again and again until finally they were spent.  With his last
ounces of strength Ben reached up and pulled the ropes loose, then
collapsed onto Grady and into his arms.

As his semen and adrenaline drained out of him Ben recalled the things he
had said and blushed with embarrassment.  "Sir, I'm so sorry for saying all
that.  I didn't mean it, sir ..."

"I hope to hell you did mean it, kiddo!" Grady laughed.  "Man, that was a
hell of a fantasy ... so close to real.  That wild young gypsy thing you
got going really would make you a perfect jungle boy.  Hell, I'll even
mention it to the producers, see if they can work you in, give you a minute
or two of screen time ... add a realistic touch, a little texture."

Grady's eyes gleamed.  Even if that don't work, we should play out a real
fantasy here soon, a whole story ... we'll get ideas from Mario and the
guys.  They sure seem to have enjoyed this one."  Ben followed his glance
to the open upstairs window where Mario and the boys stood, having watched
the whole scene.  They broke into cheers and applause and Grady said, "Take
a bow, kiddo."  Ben leapt to his feet and swept his arm into a deep and
elaborate bow.

No doubt about it – Ben was the hero of the hour.

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

For the rest of the afternoon Ben bathed in the admiration and affection of
the group as they talked about his fantasy fuck of Tarzan and made plans
for a much expanded story in the future, a full-length fantasy as Mario
laughingly called it.  But at last, in the early evening the party broke
up.  Danny and Brian would be clearing up and preparing dinner while
Brandon went home to Pete, and Ben looked forward to spending the evening
with Randy and Bob.

"I gotta stop off at an auto-parts place on my way to pick up parts for an
old truck we're still using," Ben told Mario.  "We've never used these guys
before – they're in the sleazy part of downtown – but they're the
only shop that still stocks parts as old as this."

Mario, always extra cautious, frowned when he heard that.  "I don't want to
sound alarmist, amico, but give me the address just so we know where you're
going.  I told Randy we'd always look out for you."  Ben cheerfully handed
over the business card and Mario added, "Would you like one of our shirts,
Ben?  Don't like to see you going off in just shorts and flip-flops.

`No thank you, sir.  I'll be fine like this."  He grinned impishly.  "I
want Randy and Bob to see how I looked before I fucked Tarzan."

"So long, my little gypsy boy," Grady smiled.  "Man, that was fun.  You
come back soon, you hear?"  He pulled him into a tight hug, then Mario
kissed him and he scampered off to his truck and drove off.

It took Ben half an hour to reach the derelict-looking neighborhood on the
far side of downtown.  He parked and had to walk quite a distance before he
finally found the old ramshackle auto-parts yard tucked in between
warehouses.  He walked into the yard, cluttered with engine parts and as
there was no sign of life he shouted, "Hey, anyone there?"

There were sounds from inside the shabby old building on the property and
finally a greasy, muscular guy emerged and looked at Ben suspiciously.
"I've come to pick up the parts we ordered, sir," Ben said politely.  "We
phoned yesterday."

A leering grin spread over the guy's face and he called out, "Hey, Hank,
come out here a minute."  An equally shabby but taller, tougher-looking guy
with long hair came out and smirked, "Well, well, what `a we got here?  A
pretty little gypsy boy by the looks of it."

Ben had an uneasy feeling and said, "I just need to pick up the parts, sir
– in a bit of a hurry."

"In a hurry, eh?  Well, we won't keep you long.  Come into the workshop.
They're in here."

Ben frowned, and part of him wanted to run away, but what would Randy think
of him if he told him that's why he didn't have the parts.  So he took a
deep breath and followed the guys into the building.

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

Ben had been gone from the Grady House for over an hour when Mario's phone
rang and he frowned when he looked at the caller ID.

"Hey, Randy ... what's up, amico? ... Oh yes, he left over an hour ago.
Said he was stopping off on his way home to pick up some auto parts for
you. ...  He's not?  That's odd – like I said, he's been gone more than
an hour.  I was a little uneasy `cos it's a strange part of town, so I
asked him to give me the address of the place ... sure, here it is."  He
gave Randy the location and with a brief, "Thanks, Mario" the line went
dead.

At the house Bob saw Randy's face cloud over with a tight, determined look
he had seen before.  Randy called Ben's cell phone but it went straight to
voicemail.  "Gotta go out," he said.  "Ben should'a been home by now, I got
a bad feeling."

Bob saw Randy's fists clench and said, "Randy, be careful. Maybe we should
wait for Mark to come and ..."

Randy glared at him.  "He's my brother."  He strode out the door and Bob
sighed.  That pretty much said it all.

Randy drove fast to the run-down warehouse district that he knew slightly.
As he drove down the dusty street Mario had given him his heart pounded as
he saw Ben's parked truck.  He drove on until he found the place and
instinctively sensed trouble.  He jumped out, closed the truck door quietly
and walked through the yard to the building.

Like a prowling animal all his senses were on alert as he went quietly into
the building ... and heard sounds coming from a back room.  He went farther
in and listened at the door.  It was Ben's voice, defiant but scared.  "You
better back off guys `cos my brother`s gonna come looking for me and you
don't wanna mess with him."

There was a scornful laugh.  "Oh really?  Huh, we should wait for him, then
tie him up and make him watch while his little brother gets gang-fucked.
Then we'll fuck his sorry ass too."

A deep voice growled, "Well him and his sorry ass are already here,
douchebags.  Come and get it."  The two thugs whirled round and stared at
the shirtless construction worker in old jeans and boots looming in the
doorway.  Behind the men Ben was standing naked against a pole, his hands
tied behind it.  He was pale and clearly terrified despite his bravado.

"Who the fuck are you?  You're trespassing, asshole.  But now you're here,
you can get the same treatment as your little brother here."

They moved ominously toward Randy and one took a swing at him, which Randy
casually blocked with his arm and smashed his other fist across his face,
sending him reeling against the wall.  The other brute lunged for Randy and
grabbed him round the throat but Randy slammed his knee upwards, crushing
his balls, and with an agonized shriek he fell writhing on the floor.

The first guy, still dazed, staggered toward Randy again but ran into both
his flailing fists, slamming his face, one side then the other.  The thug
howled, "No ... no more ... no more ... please ... before crashing to the
floor alongside his groaning buddy.

The floor of the workshop was littered with tools, ropes and chains, and
Randy picked up a length of chain.  He swung it over his head and slammed
it on the floor, missing the two terrified thugs by inches.  "No, please,"
they screamed again, "we give up ... you win."

"You bet your life I do, you fucking ass-wipes.  That's my brother over
there, and nobody, nobody messes with my brother, least of all two greasy
mother-fuckers like you.  Hey, you wanted to feel some flesh?  Sure, why
not?"  Randy bent down, wrapped the chain round their necks and pulled it
tight so their faces were dragged together.  He grabbed the back of their
heads, pushed their faces against each other and said, "Here, feast on your
buddy."

Their lips were forced against each other in a grinding kiss that they
couldn't escape.  Finally Randy relented and released their heads, coughing
and choking.  "Real cute, guys.  Hey Ben, you like that?  They make real
hot lovers don't ya think?  I think they belong together, or they soon
will.  OK, guys, pull out your dicks that you were gonna use to fuck my
little brother."  When they hesitated Randy slammed the chain on the floor
again and they quickly complied.

Randy untied the rope from Ben's wrists and said, "You OK, kiddo?"  Ben
nodded.  "OK, use that rope to tie that slob's wrists behind him.  I'll
take care of the other one.  No escape knots this time, little brother."

They worked quickly and expertly and within a few minutes they stood back
and admired their work.  The two thugs were groaning in pain on the floor,
facing each other chest to chest, their wrists securely tied behind their
backs.  Randy had tied another rope round their balls ... and roped them
tight to each other, man to man, so their bulging balls were chafing each
other.  Whenever they moved even a little the rope between them tightened,
causing stabbing pain.

"Ah, ain't love grand," Randy grinned wickedly.  "Look at them, Ben, don't
they make a cute couple?  OK, guys, here's the deal.  There's no getting
out of these ropes so you're here for a while.  This time of night this
neighborhood's deserted so no one's gonna hear your pathetic screams.

"Tell you what I'll do, though.  I like you guys so I'll give you a break.
I got a real good buddy who's a cop and in a couple hours he'll have his
pals come by with a squad car to help you out.  They'll know the whole
story of what you did to my kid brother, so I don't give much for your
chances of staying in business, but them's the breaks, guys.  Shouldn't a
messed with my boy."

"Anyway, `til the cops get here you be nice to each other ya hear?  So
long, suckers.  Come on, kid, let's get the hell out of this fucking
toilet."

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

As they walked out to the truck Randy felt his brother shivering next to
him.  Ben had pulled on his shorts but he was still shirtless, so when they
got to the truck Randy pulled an old denim jacket from behind the seat and
threw it round his shoulders.  But as they drove away Randy realized that
Ben was shivering not with cold but with fear.

And when Ben spoke it was in a dazed voice.  "I'm sorry, sir ... I tried to
fight back but ... but they were too strong for me.  Then I tried to keep
them talking `cos I thought you might come for me ... but if you hadn't
come I ..." he started to sob.  "You must think I'm a wimp, sir."

Randy put his arm round Ben.  "Hey, hey, where's all this coming from, bro?
You're no wimp, no way ... you were real brave, kid, you're my hero.  No
one could have beat those two morons ... except me," he chuckled, squeezing
Ben tight.  "Wait `til we get you home, kid, with Bob and your pals, and
you'll feel just fine."

But Randy wasn't so sure about that and when they reached the house Ben was
still pale and shivering.  Several of the boys were waiting for them in the
garden, along with Bob and Mark.  Randy had called Bob from the truck to
alert him to what had happened, and word had quickly spread, so a wave of
relief now swept over the group.  The boys naturally moved to hug Ben but
Bob waved them back and he and Mark approached.

Mark sized up the situation with his professional cop training and said
quietly to Randy, "He's still in shock, buddy.  He needs to be in bed."

Bob moved to help but Randy said decisively, "I'll take care of him ... I
know what he needs."  He turned to Mark with the trace of a grin and handed
him the scrap of paper he had written the address on when Mario had called
him.

"You might wanna send a squad car to this address, buddy.  They'll find two
losers tied up on the floor.  They're probably hurting real bad by now `cos
their balls are roped together, but they ain't going anywhere anytime soon,
so tell your guys to take their time."

As Randy guided Ben into the house Mark and Bob stared at each other in
awe.  The wild gypsy who had just demolished two thugs in a brutal fight
was now the gentle big brother caring tenderly for his boy.  Mark shook his
head with a hint of a grin.  "Son of a bitch."

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

Upstairs in the master bedroom Randy held Ben tight in his arms, felt his
body shuddering and saw tears running down his cheeks.  "Hey, you need a
nice warm bed, kid.  Let's get you out of these clothes."  Randy pulled off
the jacket, then the shorts, picked up Ben's naked body and laid him gently
on the bed.  He went to the drinks cabinet, poured a glass of brandy and
gave it to Ben who grabbed it and swallowed it fast, his eyes looking
nervously at Randy over the glass.

"Sir, you're not gonna leave me, are you?"

Randy smiled down at him.  "Kid I once made the big mistake of leaving you
behind in Texas.  I promise I'll never leave you again, little brother.  In
fact, he grinned, how would you like it if we got real close now?"

"Yes please, sir."

Randy kicked off his boots, took off his jeans and got into bed naked.  He
lay beside his brother and stroked his face and chest.  "Feel better,
kiddo?"

"Yes thank you, sir.  Thank you for rescuing me ... I knew you would."
There was a long silence, then, "Sir, I felt real scared in that place when
those guys tied me up.  Is it ... is it OK to feel frightened?  I mean you
never feel scared, do you?"

"Hell, anyone would have been terrified of those two goons, it's only
natural.  And yeah, I do sometimes get scared."

"You do?"

"Yeah, whenever I fuck up and do something bad to Bob and I'm afraid he's
gonna leave me.  That scares the shit out of me."

Another long pause as Ben thought back to the panic he had felt.  "I mean,
if you hadn't shown up, sir those guys would have ... they said they were
gonna fuck me and call up some of their buddies to come and gang rape me,
sir.  I didn't, I couldn't ... I mean ... I'll never let anyone fuck me
again."  And he gave way to heaving sobs again."

"It's OK, kiddo, let it out.  But you're here now and you've got me.  Turn
over."  Ben turned over in his favorite position with his back pressed
against his big brother's hard body and Randy's strong arms wrapped round
him.  Ben stopped crying and snuggled back against Randy.

But Randy knew he was still coming out of his shock, his mind still gripped
with revulsion at the thought of getting forcibly fucked.  Randy had told
Mark he knew what Ben needed ... and he did.  He pulled one arm off Ben,
licked the palm of his hand and stroked his already stiff dick to rock
hardness.  He eased it slowly between the cheeks of the boy's ass and
pressed it gently against his hole.

But Ben reflexively started to re-live the nightmare and said, as if to the
thugs, "No, no, please don't fuck me.  I can't, please ..."

"Hey," Randy said softly, "this is me, your big brother Randy.  I love you
kiddo, and you love me don't you?"

"Yes, sir, very much."

"Then show me how much, little brother.  You're safe now, safe in my arms.
You wanna please me don't you?"

"Yes I do, sir."

"Then take a deep breath and relax, kiddo."  He felt the tension lessen in
Ben's body and slid his dick slowly inside him.  Ben moaned with pleasure
and his ass relaxed – but only for a moment.  Then he panicked and
tensed up again ... "No ... please, let me see you, sir ... let me look at
you."

Randy pulled Ben over on his back and, still with his cock inside him,
knelt between his legs and smiled down at him.  Two identical pairs of blue
eyes stared at each other and Ben saw himself reflected in his brother's
smiling eyes.  "I ... I really am safe now aren't I, sir?" he said

"With my dick inside you?  You're safer than you've ever been, little
brother.  Now, are you gonna let me fuck you, or what?"

"Oh yes, sir.  Yes please, sir, I want that."

Randy pulled back, then pushed back in, deeper this time, and proceeded to
massage Ben's ass.  He felt it tense up once or twice as the traumatic
image flashed back to him, but those moments faded and soon he was smiling
up at his macho brother.

"You like it when your big brother makes love to your ass don't you, kiddo?
How about a bit of rough, eh boy?"

"With you, sir, anything.  Yes, do it harder please."  So Randy ramped up
the action, fucking faster and deeper, though nowhere near the savage fucks
he was capable of.  Then he took a chance, leaned forward and pinned the
boy's wrists to the bed, knowing he risked reminding him of his earlier
bondage.  But instead of a panicked reaction Ben smiled up at him.  "Now
I'm your prisoner, sir, and it feels good.  I love your cock in my butt."

Randy used his familiar technique of fucking hard to bring the boy close to
orgasm, then slowing down, giving him the exquisite joy of orgasm denied,
again and again.  Ben looked up at the rugged gypsy, his arms and shoulders
flexing as he pinned his wrists, and his former panic and shock were erased
by the overpowering love he felt for his brother.  "I love you, sir.  I
love you so much.  Will you to let me show you ... let me cum all over
myself?"

"Yeah, I wanna see that, kiddo.  And you know I can make you do it ... like
this."  His eyes gleamed and suddenly he was pounding his ass.

"Oh yeah.  Do it like that, it feels great.  You look so hot ... fuck me,
sir.  Fuck me.  I love you, sir.  I love you ... I'm gonna cum ... Yeaah!"

The sight of Ben shouting with joy and splashing cum over his beautiful
young body was just what Randy needed to see, and he laughed raucously as
his own cock erupted in the ass of the kid brother he loved so deeply.

Randy grabbed him in his arms and they rolled over on the bed, kissing
passionately, with Randy's cock still in Ben's ass.  Finally they lay
still, panting and laughing, gazing into each other's eyes.

"Hey, what's all this noise?" came a stern voice.  "Can't we get a little
peace and quiet around here?"

Bob had just come in and smiled down at them.  Ben's eyes danced as he
grinned up at him, a far cry from the dead, haunted eyes of shock when
Randy brought him home.  Bob smiled at Randy with love and admiration and
Randy gave him the smug, self-satisfied told-you-so grin so familiar to
Bob.

"Now listen, Randy, if you can just pull your dick out of your brother's
ass maybe you can feed him as well as fuck him.  The twins are just getting
dinner on the table downstairs and everyone's gathering for what looks like
some kind of celebration.  And Ben, it seems as if you're the guest of
honor – quite the hero.  Grady and Mario have come here with Danny,
Brandon and Brian and they're spreading some kind of wild rumor that you
fucked Tarzan."

Bob glanced at Randy and decided to risk it.  "They're saying you took him
captive, tied him to the ground with ropes round his wrists, and
jackhammered his ass.  Any truth to that?"

Bob had deliberately used that stark language to test Ben's reaction, and
for one silent moment he thought it had misfired.  But evidently Ben had
put the memory of his own perilous bondage behind him, because he rewarded
Bob with his mischievous grin and said, "Sir, you can't believe every rumor
you hear ... but you sure can believe that one.  Yeah, I fucked him good."

"That's my boy," Randy said, and he and Bob laughed with relief that Ben
was back to his old playful self.  Bob said, "Ben, I know your master Jason
is still out of town so how would you like to sleep with Randy and me
tonight?"

"Yes please, sir!"  Ben's eyes sparkled and Randy said, "OK, now remember
how my dick is right now – buried in your ass – and later on we'll
pick up the action from there.  Well, maybe it'll be Bob's dick in there
... or both ... what the hell."

"Right," Bob said.  "You two go jump in the shower and come down for
dinner.  And please, not naked ... no shorts, no service," he grinned.

"And Ben you better be ready to talk.  The boys are waiting to hear the
story of how a gypsy boy fucked Tarzan."  Bob glanced at Randy who nodded.
"In fact," Bob said, "they want to hear all of your adventures."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 332


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