A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 474 By Rob Williams
Chapter 474 – "RANGER PETE RULES"
IN THIS CHAPTER:
Ranger Pete dominates when the tribe's leader Bob pleads on his knees for punishment for hurting Pete's boy. Then the Ranger and his buddies take on Grady in a re-enacted scene from his Tarzan movie. Men and boys stare in disbelief at the homoerotic sight of the macho Tarzan, broken and humiliated after a savage gang fuck, his muscular whip-striped body hanging limp in bondage, a naked fuck-slave begging for more.
IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER
"I'm feeling a whole lot better, Will, and I think it's about time I started taking a few steps back into the real world."
That was Bob, the tribe's co-leader, talking to the young redhead Will who had been assigned to assist and care for him. Bob was recovering from stress-related burnout caused by the pressure of work and managing the sometimes contentious affairs of the tribe.
Doctor Steve, therapist to the tribe, had insisted that Bob separate himself from the tribe for at least a week and take refuge in the private and secure Grady House, the sprawling hilltop house of their friends – the movie-star Grady (the big-screen Tarzan) and his Italian lover Mario.
Will was only eighteen but very sensitive to Bob's needs. With his help Bob had restored himself in mind and body, which had included making love to Will and later to Mario. Doc Steve had ordered seclusion so Bob had few visitors, except for his lover, the tribe's gypsy boss Randy who, ignoring all the rules as usual, broke into the house and spent a secret night with Bob.
One other visitor was Will's dad, the brawny construction worker Seth, who had come for dinner with his son and Bob. Seth and Will had made love, which ended with Bob's participation in a vigorous spit roast of the boy.
The next morning after Seth left early for work, leaving Bob and Will sipping coffee in bed, and that's when Bob talked of gradually easing himself back into `the real world'. He felt guilty at the harsh way he had treated people during his virtual breakdown, losing his temper, snapping at the boys and hurling around harsh orders, threats and criticism.
"I need to make amends to those guys," Bob said, "especially young Brandon." Brandon was the boy of Ranger Pete and, as the assistant office manager, had come in for the brunt of Bob's verbal abuse. "I just can't get over how I made that sweet kid cry. I know Pete was mad as hell about the way I spoke to his boy and rightly so. I gotta make things right with them. Actually I was expecting to see Brandon up here. He visits his boyfriend Brian all the time doesn't he?"
Will frowned, "Well, sir, Brian told me that Brandon is staying away while we're here `cos he's afraid he'll be one of the triggers that remind you of all the problems you had, him working in the office and all. He doesn't wanna risk hurting you?"
"No!" Bob said in alarm. "You mean I'm keeping those two boys apart. No, I can't have that. How about we invite Ranger Pete and his boy Brandon up here for a meal and a visit, and let me make amends to Pete for the way I treated his kid?"
"Fine with me sir, I'll cook for you all, no problem. But don't you think you should run it by Doctor Steve first?
When Bob called him Steve was encouraging. "I'd say you're ready to slowly reconnect with the guys, little by little. I don't want you to go straight from isolation to the raucous group welcome you're bound to get at the house. Pete and Brandon sound just right as a first step.
"See, I know this ritual all you guys go through that if anyone gets out of line and harms one of the boys he has to face the boy's master and pay the price. If anyone's gonna do that I'd prefer it be strong, level-headed Pete. He's tough and protective but not a hothead like some of the others I could mention, your own gypsy lover Randy being one of them, Bob."
After he hung up Bob said, "So what d'ya think, kiddo?"
"Sounds like a plan, sir. Be good to see Ranger Pete again, we don't see enough of him. And I know Grady likes him. Brian told me that Grady always had the hots for the Ranger. You never know, but ... Well, like you said earlier, sir, we should just go with the flow – relax, have a good time, and see what happens."
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THE WHIPPING BOY
Before Bob called Pete to invite him and his boy Brandon to the Grady House he cleared it with Mario and Grady first, out of consideration for his hosts.
"Certamente!" Mario smiled when Bob explained why he wanted to see Pete. "Of course you must invite them both. I know Brian has been missing Brandon for the last few days. And I'm sure Grady has no objection, do you amore?
"Hell no," Grady said with a roguish smile. "Be great to have Ranger Pete up here – we don't see enough of that sexy hunk. He always gives me a major boner. You know, there's different kinds of sex appeal. There's the rough tough gypsy type like Randy who storms in, fists flying, and takes what he wants. Then there's the strong, silent guy like Pete.
"Pete's calm and gentle on the surface but kinda smolders underneath. When he's roused he could work a guy over just as good as the fist-swingers. A man like that can be even sexier."
"But I hope Pete doesn't come on too strong with you, Bob," Mario said. "Oh I know you guys have this creed that when one man harms another man's boy he has to get punished by the boy's master. Personally, though, I find all that rather ... rather Medieval."
"Oh I don't know," Grady grinned. "I think it's hot – the idea of one hot muscle-stud getting punished by another. Hey Bob, if it's too much for you I'll take your punishment for you – be your whipping boy like they did in olden times. I guess you'd call that Medieval too, Mario, but it turns me on.
"I should have been born in the Middle Ages. I would a' made a good whipping boy. There's a scene in the movie we're shooting where Tarzan gets captured by animal poachers and strung up in just his loincloth and whipped. Trouble is I have a hard-on all through the scene."
As usual the fun-loving Grady caused laughter all round and Bob chuckled, "Thanks, Grady, it's good to know that if things get too rough you'll be waiting in the wings ready to leap into action like a stunt-double."
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind being a stuntman but they won`t let me do my own stunts. Insurance again. Sometimes it seems the insurance company runs the whole damn thing. Anyway, the studio has given me a couple days off so I'm here if you need a stunt-double, whipping boy or anything quasi Medieval."
"Amore," Mario laughed, "leave the man alone. For once this is not about you ... it's something serious Bob has to take care of."
"Italian party pooper," Grady pouted. "A guy can help a buddy out, can't he? Hey Will, Brian, I'm hungry. Let's us three go to the kitchen and rustle some comfort food." As he walked off with the boys he turned and poked his tongue out at Mario."
Bob smiled, "Is he always like that, Mario?"
"Always, amico. Never stops. Having fun and being silly is a release valve for Grady, gets rid of the tension from work. You can see why I'm so crazy in love with him. But you know, all that stuff he was joking about ... I think he actually meant some of it. OK, now make your phone call to Pete, and see if he and Brandon can stay for dinner and stay all night if that works for them. The more company we have the better Grady likes it.
CONFESSIONS IN THE GROTTO
As it worked out the timing was perfect. When Bob called Pete's cell phone he was all for it.
"Matter of fact I worked real early this morning and I get off soon. Brandon and I were gonna hang out all day at home but I know he'd love a trip up there to see Brian. And I haven't seen Grady and Mario in weeks. When I get off work I'll run by the house, pick up Brandon and we'll come straight up there."
Bob and Will made plans. "If Pete began work early he probably hasn't eaten much breakfast," Bob said. "So let's set up some food, coffee, juice, that kinda thing. Let's do it in that secluded clearing in the garden the guys call the grotto, where we can talk. We must include Brian. He and Brandon are lovers and my being here has kept them apart so I want to apologize to both of them – and Pete too, of course."
"I'll get right on it, sir. Omelets, I think, I can rustle those up fast." Happy, as always, to provide the food for a group and show off his culinary skills Will headed for the kitchen, while Bob recruited Brian to help him set up the table in the clearing.
The timing worked well. Just as Will had finished loading the food cart the gate bell sounded. In the security room next to the kitchen Brian looked at the monitor and said over the intercom, "Welcome to the Grady House, sir ... and you too Brandon," and pressed the gate button.
Brian loaded up his wheelchair tray table with plates and went out with Will pushing the cart. They met Pete and Brandon getting out of the Forest Ranger truck. Having come straight from work Pete was still wearing his uniform and Brian smiled to himself, knowing how sexy Grady would find the uniformed Ranger.
Brian beamed at Brandon, leaned over and kissed him, then said to Pete, "Hello, sir. Will here has made some food for you as you probably missed breakfast, and Bob is waiting for you over there in the grotto if you'll follow me. As Will pushed the cart behind them he smiled at the sight of the tall, handsome Forest Ranger striding along between the two wheelchairs.
Bob was standing by the table in the clearing and Will was surprised to see the nervousness of his smile and body language. This was, after all, a new step in his recuperation, the first time he had met with guys he had actively hurt in the last weeks of his tense burnout. Time to start the process of making amends.
Pete immediately pulled him into an affectionate man-hug. "Hey, big guy, great to see you. How have they been treating you up here?"
"Well," Bob smiled, "this is the Grady House, and Mario and Grady have been terrific, plus I've had the best caregiver assigned to me, Chef Will. So I may never want to leave."
He looked anxiously past Pete at Brandon sitting quietly on his wheelchair. His mind went back to the last time he had seen him, the tears in his eyes and fear on his face at the way Bob had shouted at him. He knelt in front of him and said, "Hello, Brandon. How are you doing?"
"I'm doing well, thank you, sir. Are you ... are you OK?"
"Much better now, kiddo, thanks to your pals Brian and Will here."
There was an uneasy silence, so Will jumped in. "Gentlemen, breakfast is served."
Bob, Pete and Will sat at the table, with Brian and Brandon side by side in their wheelchairs. The activity of passing round the food, pouring coffee and juice, defused some of the tension and soon Brian and Brandon were talking quietly together catching up on their news.
Bob and Pete would normally have been exchanging news of the tribe too, one alpha man to another, but this time Bob's unusually nervous reticence limited them to awkward small talk. Will eyed them cautiously, waiting for Bob to broach the subject on everyone's mind. Bob waited until they had finished eating, then put down his fork and cleared his throat.
"Guys, I have something I gotta get off my chest, and we all know what that is. In the weeks before I came up here I was a bear. I guess it was pressure of work that burned me out, but that is absolutely no excuse for the way I behaved to everyone, raising my voice, throwing around orders, criticism and accusations. The last few days in the peace and solitude of this house have made me realize even more clearly the hurt I gave to so many guys.
"Especially you, Brandon. My tension focused on the budget for the new construction division, and as you were working alone in the office while Jamie and Mark were out of town, I took out my anger and frustration on you I as good as accused you of being responsible for the budget delays, when I knew all along that you were working flat out, putting in lots of overtime.
"And that's how I thanked you for all your hard work, with verbal abuse. When I heard later that you had broken down in tears to Jamie thinking I was about to fire you I knew I had to get help from Doctor Steve, and that's how I ended up here.
"Brandon, you are a great worker, a real asset to the tribe ... and more than that, I love you. I hope you can forgive me, kiddo."
Brandon shifted uncomfortably. "Sir, there's nothing to forgive. I knew how stressed out you were and I was pleased to put in extra work. Sure, I was upset at the time, but Jamie helped me get over that. He convinced me you would never fire me." Brandon smiled shyly. "But you wanna know the good news, sir?"
"Good news would be a tonic right now, kid."
"Well, sir, I know I'm not supposed to talk about work but ... Jamie and me have balanced the budget. We shifted stuff around, made a few cuts and we think it's a pretty good budget. Only thing we're stuck on is the company taxes, we'll need your help with that, sir."
Bob smiled. "Now it's my turn to have tears in my eyes, Brandon. Thank you for not giving up. And of course I'll look forward to working with you and Jamie when I get back home. Bob walked round the table to Brandon and kissed him on the lips. And now boys I need to talk to Pete and I'd like you all to stay. Pete and I will talk over here as it's between him and me."
Pete got up and they walked a few yards away close to the bushes where they faced each other. All three boys had a sense that this was the showdown where Bob made amends to the Ranger, who was still in his uniform.
Brian discreetly pulled out his phone, punched a button and spoke quietly. "Hello, sir. I think things are heating up. We're in the grotto. You should come with Mario, but stay behind the bushes. You don't wanna distract the guys from whatever it is they're gonna do."
PUNISHMENT – RANGER STYLE
Facing the Ranger, Bob said, "Now I have to make things right with you, Pete. What I said to Brandon was all true – I treated him shamefully so I have to make amends to his master."
Pete smiled. "Brandon's a wonderful kid, Bob. You know when he told me about that scene in the office he didn't talk about his own feelings. He was worried about you and your stress and how you must be hurting inside.
"He really loves you, buddy, and he wanted us to find a way to help you. I told him that we should leave that to Doc Steve, and that seems to have worked out pretty good. And you just heard Brandon say there was nothing to forgive."
"But there is, Pete, and now there is something you can do. Brandon is your boy and it's up to you to punish me for hurting him so bad. It's the way of the tribe, Pete, you know that. A man injures a boy and his master has to avenge him."
A silence fell and the boys held their breath sitting a short distance away, Will between Brandon and Brian who held his hands. Brian heard a branch snap and glanced over at the bushes where he caught sight of Grady and Mario partially hidden behind them. Grady winked at Brian surreptitiously, his eyes dancing. They would gossip about this later.
But the two men, staring into each other's eyes, were unaware of their presence and ignored the three boys. Then, instead of a harsh reaction from Pete that they all expected, he smiled.
"Bob, you know me better than that. We Forest Rangers can be tough and dole out pretty harsh punishment to anyone we catch trespassing or putting the forest in danger. But we are basically a mellow bunch – our mission is the conservation and protection of nature, after all.
"Oh sure, I know the creed of the tribe and believe me, if I had to, I could strip a guy naked, tie him up and whip him until he begs for forgiveness. But that's more the style of Randy or Zack or Hassan. You verbally abused my boy, I won't deny that, and it hurt me to see him in tears. But at times like this I usually take my cue from my boy. Brandon is a gentle soul and if he says there's nothing to forgive that's good enough for me."
Bob was thrown off balance. He not only wanted to make amends to Pete and his boy, he needed to be punished to lessen the sense of shame he felt. He had been conditioned by Randy's rules to expect that, but now as he looked into Pete's steady blue eyes he realized that the ropes and whips of harsh physical punishment were not in this man's vocabulary.
And it's what made Pete so incredibly sexy – a tall, ruggedly handsome alpha male with an obviously muscular body under his Forest Ranger uniform, giving him an air of authority despite his placid demeanor.
Bob recalled Grady's recent words ... `He's calm and gentle on the surface but kinda smolders underneath. When he's roused he could work a guy over just as good as the fist-swingers. A man like that can be even sexier than the tough guys'.
Pete smiled. "But I understand your need, Bob. Whenever I make a mistake my instinct is to make amends to the guy I've injured. But there are other ways to do that than whipping a man, and the symbolism can be just as effective. Let me show you."
Pete reached forward and ran his hands over Bob's shirt, feeling his hard pecs flex underneath in anticipation. Slowly he unbuttoned the shirt all the way down while the spectators held their breath – Grady and Mario in the bushes, the boys gripping each other's hands at the table.
Pete pushed the shirt back off Bob's shoulders and it fell to the ground. The Ranger stared at the shirtless muscle-god in admiration, stroking his bare chest and tweaking his nipples. "Such a beautiful alpha male," Pete said. "A shame to humiliate a dominant top like you – but it has to be done. On your knees, man."
Bob obediently sank to his hands and knees before the Ranger who towered over him in his gray uniform shirt, heavy black belt, dark green pants and brown work boots. Bob bowed his head and stared at the heavy-duty boots. He heard the Ranger's deep voice growl, "You know what you have to do, man."
Bob bent low and began to lick the boots in an act of abject submission to the man he had wronged. At the table Will gasped as he saw his hero abasing himself at Pete's feet. Next to him Brandon grabbed Will's arm and whispered, "It's OK, dude. It's what Bob wants."
The reaction in the bushes was different as Grady grinned at Mario. "Man, that is so fucking hot, that musclehunk stripped to the waist on his knees licking the Ranger's boots. It's better than the movies. Damn, that Ranger can work me over any day of the week." Mario smiled, knowing where Grady's mind was running.
Bob's tongue was now slathering saliva over the work boots, then he licked his way up the leg until he was staring at the bulge in the Ranger's pants. Pete looked down him, unzipped his pants and pulled out his long cock which by now was raging hard at the sight of the handsome hunk humiliating himself. He pointed it straight at Bob's face.
Pete grabbed Bob's thick black hair and pulled his head back. His mouth dropped open ... and Pete's cock drove inside and down his throat, making him choke. Pete eased back, then yanked Bob's face forward again until the head of his cock hit his gag reflexes. He choked again, then gasped for air before the next thrust of Pete's hips.
"The fierce face fuck accelerated into a relentless rhythm, with Pete pulling Bob's face forward and back by the hair. The spectators gasped with a mix of awe, admiration and fear for the tribe's leader enduring such humiliation at the hands of the dominant Forest Ranger. Brian and Brandon held onto Will who winced each time the shaft pounded his master's face.
In the bushes Grady was so aroused he turned to Mario, grabbed his face and pulled him into a ferocious kiss. When he pulled back his eyes were shining as he whispered, "This is so damn sexy, Mario, a macho guy like Bob getting his face ploughed by that gorgeous Ranger. I gotta cum ... jack me off, amico." Mario smiled indulgently, they both pulled their dicks out, reached across and stroked each other's cock.
Pete's attack on Bob was prolonged and relentless – he knew Bob needed nothing less than that to show his remorse to him and Brandon. Tears were running down Bob's cheeks as the Ranger's shaft pistoned in his mouth, and Pete finally thought he had suffered enough. He pulled out suddenly and Bob sobbed with relief, inhaling deeply with rasping breaths. "That's enough punishment, dude," Pete said. "You've paid the price. Now for the final humiliation."
Pete's muscles flexed as he grabbed Bob's hair again and pulled his face up, his jaw sagging open, spit running down his chin. "Fucking beautiful," Pete growled. "I love you, man. Let this be an end of it." He pounded his cock in his fist, tensed and ..."yeaaah" ... he released a jet of semen that slammed into Bob's face and open mouth, followed by another and another until his face was streaming with cum and he was gulping it down his throat.
When his cock had drained Pete took a few steps back and shoved his cock back in his pants. The onlookers gasped at the sight of shirtless muscle-god kneeling in abject humiliation. Semen, sweat and tears streamed down the chiseled superman face, oozing from his mouth and running down his square jaw.
The boys gazed at the scene in awe, and from the bushes came a stifled moan as Grady and his lover jerked each other off to twin orgasms, spraying their juices on the leaves at their feet.
The long silence was punctuated only by Bob's rasping breath and nobody else moved. Until Brandon did. His pulled his wheelchair back from the table and rolled across the clearing until he was facing the kneeling Bob. Silently he leaned forward and licked his face – his brow, his eyes, cheeks, his chin and then his lips.
In a humble act of love and forgiveness Brandon cleaned Bob's face with his tongue, washing away the semen that his master Pete had sprayed on him. Working in sequence master and boy had punished and forgiven the man who had harmed them, and Brandon's final gesture was a clear demonstration that the incident was behind them once and for all.
Pete came forward, knelt beside Brandon and kissed his cheek. Then Pete kissed Bob and smiled at him. "Thank god that's over, buddy." He laid his arm over Brandon's shoulder. "How about my boy then? Ain't he something?"
LET'S GET GRADY
Bob and Pete got to their feet. Brandon and Will applauded and Brandon rejoined them. A muffled groan came from the bushes and Pete frowned, "What the hell was that?"
Sheepishly Grady and Mario stepped out of the bushes. "Ciao," Mario smiled. "Mille scusi." We are the ... how you say ... Peeping Toms?" A, er, little bird alerted us to what was happening ..." (Brian flushed red, a clear sign to all that he had been the `little bird') "... and we could not resist."
"It's my fault," Grady said, his eyes still sparkling. "Damn, a hot stud Ranger working over Superman. I wasn't gonna miss that. I was jealous."
"No sweat, Mario," Bob smiled as he put his shirt back on. "It's your garden after all, and I'm glad you saw what happened."
Stifling a grin Pete flashed an angry look at Grady. "As for you, Tarzan, I'll deal with you later." Grady grabbed Mario's arm, his eyes wide with fake fear.
"Sir," Brandon said, "is it OK if I go with Brian and he shows me his room?"
As Brandon was already very familiar with his boyfriend's room this was obviously code for something else – and they all knew what. Pete smiled, "Sure kiddo. Go do your thing."
"And I've gotta go help Danny with lunch in the kitchen," Will said.
"Actually I'm right here," Danny said, stepping out from behind a tree. "From the kitchen I saw Grady and Mario heading over here so I knew something was up. I grabbed Brian's camera he had left in the kitchen, crept over here and ..." He held the camera up high. "... and got it all. Definitely one for the archives, eh sirs?"
Amid laughter they paired off – Brandon and Brian, Will and Danny, Mario and Grady – leaving Bob and Pete alone, sitting at the table with the remains of the juice and coffee. "Pete," Bob said, "I gotta tell how much I ..."
"No, Bob, you don't gotta tell me anything. I'm not especially proud of what I just did but I hope it's finally put your guilt to rest ... and I mean once and for all. It's done, over. There is no need for you to make the rounds and apologize to every man and boy you may have bad-mouthed."
"But I ..."
"No buts, Bob, let me finish. Dude, you don't give the tribe enough credit. They all understand what you've been going through and they sympathize, just as much as they would if you broke a leg or something. They don't think any the less of you just because you hit a rough patch.
"Bob, I live with a boy who has a physical handicap and I love the way he has overcome it, so I don't even see the wheelchair anymore. But let me tell you, I feel just as proud of guys who overcome a mental illness ... and that's what you've had, Bob. Depression and burnout are a temporary mental disorder. I never understand why mental illnesses still carry a stigma.
"I mean, if it was physical, if you had a broken leg and fallen over someone and hurt them, they wouldn't criticize you, they'd feel sorry for you. And while you were getting fixed up in hospital everyone would be rooting for you. And that's what's happening now. While you are recovering up here they're all rooting for you, willing you to get back to them soon. So cut all this crap about guilt and punishment will ya?"
Bob leaned over and hugged him. "Pete, you and that kid are an example to all of us. I love you both, you know that."
"OK – end of pep-talk. Now let's focus on something livelier ... like Grady, for example."
"Ah yeah," Bob said, "I wondered if you'd bring that up. You know, those two guys are so fucking generous, opening their house up to us the way they do. I mean, with all the money and fame they could be aloof and stick to the Hollywood elite. But they love it when the tribe's here and I would love to show them our appreciation for everything they do.
"Grady especially needs a diversion from his job, plus he has a major sex drive as you know. You'd think a guy who plays the ultimate alpha male, Tarzan, King of the Jungle, would be a total top. But it's just the opposite. When he watched us he said he was jealous – and he didn't mean jealous of you, the dominant top. He wanted to be me, the one on his knees."
Bob chuckled. "Before you got here he said that if the punishment you doled out got too heavy, he'd take my place as my whipping boy. He told us of a scene in his movie where Tarzan gets captured by animal poachers who string him up wearing just a loincloth and work him over. Big problem is, he said that he has a hard-on all through the scene.
"And of course he has the massive hots for you. Says you're a major hunk the way you fill out that uniform. You must have seen the drooling looks he gives you."
"Yeah, hard to miss," Pete laughed. "But what about Mario? I'd like to do something for him too."
"Pete, nothing makes the sexy Italian happier than seeing Grady enjoying himself. Only Mario really understands the stress of Grady's work and he spends all his time trying to give him pleasure. And if we can help him in that, I say let's go for it."
Pete chuckled. "I see our minds are running on the same track, buddy. What's your plan?"
"Oh, not much. Just a few small preparations before lunch is all."
"WHAT YOU GONNA DO TO ME?"
It was a merry group that gathered for lunch which, like most meals here, was served at a large table in the garden. Danny and Will worked together in the kitchen while Brian and Brandon, having made love upstairs in Brian's room, ferried the food and plates from kitchen to table.
There was a feeling in the air that Bob had passed a milestone. The clouds had lifted and he had made a graphic apology to Pete and Brandon. Pete's pep-talk had given him some kind of closure and pushed him further along the path to a full recovery.
So now it was playtime, and it was pretty clear what game they would be playing. Furtive glances passed between Grady and Mario, Pete and Bob, like a conspiratorial dumb show, and it was pretty clear to the excited boys that something was up.
When the meal was over they were kicking back drinking wine when a gravelly voice said, "Hey guys, room for one more?" Brian had let Seth in through the gate and he now bent down to kiss his boy Danny and his son Will. "I got off earlier than I expected so I came straight up. Pardon my ragged T-shirt and work boots. Not exactly lunch attire, I know.
"Don't you dare change, Seth," Grady grinned. "That grungy-hunk look is a massive turn-on."
Seth sat between Danny and Will and conversation resumed. Bob led it round to the enormous price-tag of the Tarzan movies. Grady never paid much attention to the movie's cost, he was just the star. But as a financier who oversaw the large budget of the Construction Company Bob was intrigued by the intricacies of movie financing.
He talked to Mario about where the big bucks went in a major production like this and at one point chuckled, "Well at least there's one sector that won't break the budget – the wardrobe department. Seems that all the leading man wears is a loin cloth."
Grady laughed, "Yeah, but you'd be surprised how many they have to make of the damn things, they get used up so fast. There are the clean ones for love scenes, the filthy ones for trekking through the jungle and the ragged ones for the fight scenes. And they're not as simple as they look, a lot of thought goes into them. Thank god they're cut in a way that don't show my constant erection in the bondage scenes."
He grinned mischievously. "And one time in my dressing room I discovered something nifty. If I pulled the back to one side my bare ass shows up a treat – I got off on myself looking in the mirror. `Course, my first reaction was it's perfect for fucking and I thought how great it would be if the poacher thugs, instead of whipping Tarzan, butt fucked him.
"Can you imagine a movie where Tarzan gets tied up and gang fucked? It would make a fortune, box office would be through the roof. For a minute and a half I thought I would suggest it to the director but I chickened out and didn't mention it."
"Good call, amico," Mario smiled. "Could have got you fired."
"Yeah, shame though. Maybe I'll still suggest it for the gag reel. I'd like to get it out of my system just once – those guys who play the poachers are mostly stuntmen for the fight scene, and they're damn hot mother-fuckers."
"Just not Tarzan-fuckers," Mario said. "Fortunately."
"Nah, best I can do is when Mario and me fool around we kinda use the loincloth as a prop – gets the imagination going ... you know, fantasize a bit. Matter of fact, we were doing that upstairs before lunch ... almost made us late so I grabbed my shorts and pulled them on over the loincloth. Kinda dumb, uh?"
"Oh, I don't know," Bob said. "You're right about the imagination. Matter of fact, me and Pete were talking about that earlier and we, er, made a few small preparations. Look at those trees over there? See the ropes ...?"
Grady frowned in genuine surprise. He had just been rattling on about work, having fun as usual with his endless stories, but never imagined these guys would actually ...
"OK, Pete, you ready?" Bob asked. They walked behind Grady, lifted him bodily out of his chair and dragged him across to the trees that stood six feet apart. The ropes were tied high up round the trunks with wrist restraints hanging from them. Although Grady struggled it was easy for the two powerful men to pull his wrists up high and clamp the restraints round them.
Grady's impulse was to struggle – he looked up at his wrists and yanked hard on them. But there was no escape and he groaned, "Fuck you guys, what you gonna do to me?"
"This for a start," Pete said. He grabbed the neck of Grady's thin T-shirt and ripped it off him. "And then this ..." He yanked open his shorts and let them drop to the ground, leaving only the loincloth he wore underneath.
Bob picked up the shorts and ripped shirt. "You belong to the Ranger now, man. Pete, he's all yours." Bob walked back to the table.
Pete stepped back and gazed at the muscle-jock, naked except for the loincloth, arms pulled up in a V, his body stretched in bondage at the mercy of the uniformed Ranger.
Pete folded his arms across his chest and growled. "OK, stud, I've got you just where I want you at last. It's just you and me now – Tarzan and the Ranger."
THE TORMENT OF TARZAN
Pete went close and ran his hands over Grady's flexed torso, his stretched arms, hard pecs and abs, and then over the sculpted features. "Fucking gorgeous." He wrapped his hand round the back of Grady's neck and pulled his face forward into a churning kiss. "I told you I'd deal with you later, stud – now it's time."
Pete walked back to join Bob and they sat with their backs to the table, their legs sprawled out, staring at their captive. Bob glanced at Mario who smiled and nodded. Bob knew how protective Mario was of Grady and would step in at the slightest sign that his lover was hurting.
Pete said, "So what d'ya think, buddy, what we gonna do to this hunk of prime beef? Work him over? Whip him?"
"Dunno. That's up to you Ranger. Guess I'll just sit back and watch the ape-man suffer."
The four boys were riveted with the scene of the captive Tarzan, a helpless prisoner of the Ranger. They knew very well what the men were doing. After everything Grady had said earlier about Tarzan being captured, tied up and worked over, the men were playing into that fantasy.
But fantasy or not, Grady had been taken by surprise, unaware that the men had planned this, and the reality scared him a bit. This was not a scene where a director would yell `cut'. He really was helpless, at the mercy of these guys, not knowing what they planned to do.
Pete stood up and faced Grady about ten feet away. Instinctively Grady tugged at his bound wrists but realized he could do nothing but wait – and fantasize. As an actor he was used to slipping into roles and now he truly was Tarzan in a close re-enactment of the scene where he is captured and beaten – the very scene he had described to Pete and Bob.
He had told them that on the movie set he got a hard-on ... as he did now staring at the Ranger he had always lusted after. He moaned as Pete slowly unbuttoned his uniform shirt revealing the tan T-shirt under it. He pulled the shirt out of his waistband and shrugged it off.
The muscles of Pete's torso pushed against the snug fitting T-shirt, tapering down from broad shoulders to his slim waist cinched by the black uniform belt. He walked forward, pressed his body against his captive's chest, raised his arms and grabbed Grady's bound wrists. His shirt was damp with sweat and Grady inhaled the smell, then gasped as Pete ground his wet armpit against his face.
"You like that, eh, jungle man? So try this." Pete took a step back and, staring into Grady's green eyes, reached behind his own neck and pulled up on his T-shirt. It sprang free from the waist, slid slowly up over his ripped abs and muscled pecs and off over his head. Pete pressed the shirt against his own face and inhaled deeply. "Ugh, fucking stinks," he winced. "Here, you'll enjoy this, ape-man."
He rubbed the damp shirt over Grady's face, then stuffed it, armpit-first, in his mouth. The near-naked jock struggled and groaned as he bit into the wet cloth and felt the Ranger's sweat trickle down his throat. Finally he spat the shirt out with a look of disgust.
"Ah, you want the real thing eh?" Pete again raised his arm so the pit was level with the prisoner's face. Eat it, man."
But Grady averted his head and growled, "Fuck you, man."
"I said eat it asshole!" Pete punched him in the abs. But again that defiant look and "Go fuck yourself." More gut-punching, harder and harder until the prisoner yelled, "OK, OK, I'll do it."
This time when the Ranger raised his arms Grady licked his stinking pits, burying his face in the wiry hair, then licked the sweat from his neck and down the cleft of his pecs. The spectators stared in awe at the sight of the macho jock humiliating himself by washing the Ranger's bare sweaty chest with his tongue in a degrading act of submission.
Pete stepped back, unbuckled his belt and slid it from his waistband. Holding it at his side he gazed again at his captive, drool now oozing from his mouth and running down his chin. "OK, jungle man, I was gonna whip you into submission but I'll go easy on you. You either get thrashed or you get fucked in the ass by me and my buddies here."
Grady growled, "Fuck you, man."
"OK, that's the way you wanna play it eh? Fine with me." Pete raised his arm and brought the belt down lightly across his chest. Grady clenched his jaw and his muscles flexed as he pulled against his restraints. Pete lashed him again, and again, harder each time until Grady howled, "OK, enough, I give up ... I can't take any more."
The whipping stopped. "You can't take the belt eh? So what do you want, stud?"
There was a defiant silence, but when Pete raised his arm again Grady said, "I wanna get fucked. I want you to shove your dick in my ass."
Pete turned to Bob and Seth with a malicious grin. "You hear that, guys? Tarzan wants the Ranger's dick up his butt. He's begging for it. Look at him, that macho muscle-jock bound and helpless. The fucking king of the jungle is begging to get fucked in the ass."
The onlookers were mesmerized and Bob again glanced at Mario who smiled back, sure that Grady was deep into the fantasy he had so often imagined. The shirtless Ranger walked up to his prisoner, ran the belt round his neck, put the end through the buckle and let the loose end hang down between his heaving pecs.
"Just so we understand each other, ape-man. I'm gonna shove my dick in your ass but if you can't take it we'll go back to this." He slapped the loose end of the belt against his pec. He looked into Grady's eyes. "Fucking beautiful, man." He grabbed his dark hair and pulled his face forward into another grinding kiss.
Pete unzipped his pants, pulled out his thick hard cock and stroked it slowly in his fist, grinning maliciously at the captive muscle-jock, his body still stretched in bondage like a prisoner on the rack, stripped down to a loincloth. "See this, Tarzan? You know where it's gonna go?"
"In my ass. You're gonna shove it in my ass."
"Damn right." Pete walked behind Grady, pulled his loincloth to one side and eased the head of his cock between his ass cheeks. He reached round him and squeezed his nipples, making him wince in pain. Then suddenly ... "Aaagh". His body jerked and writhed in pain as the Ranger's shaft drove hard and deep inside him.
Pete grabbed Grady's hips while his cock penetrated him deeper and deeper with each thrust. The pain soon vanished from his face, replaced by a kind of euphoria as his fantasy came true – Tarzan captured, bound, whipped and finally fucked in the ass by the rugged, shirtless Ranger.
As he pounded ass Pete glanced over Grady's shoulder at Mario, to reassure himself that he was not coming on too strong. But Mario was smiling and rubbing the bulge in his pants as he saw his lover getting just what he wanted and needed. The other men and boys were equally turned on, watching their fantasy come to life as Tarzan's magnificent body, stretched naked except for a loincloth, suffered mightily at the hands of his captor.
Grady closed his eyes and, as if standing outside of himself, visualized the dramatic scene he had seen so often on screen, the captive Tarzan at the mercy of his tormentor, except that this time the lord of the jungle was being tortured by a cock driving in his ass like a piston. He played to that homoerotic image as dramatically as he would in a movie, writhing, flexing, yanking desperately at his bound wrists and moaning, "My ass, they're fucking my ass."
"Hey, guys," Pete yelled at Bob and Seth, "get over here. This man needs to be gang fucked."
The men stood up and faced Grady. Bob unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop. Seth pulled off his sweaty, ragged work shirt and both men folded their arms across their bare chests.
"No ..." Grady groaned as he realized his fantasy scene was to be played out in every detail. It was sensory overload. The fantasy in his head, the sight of the shirtless hunks waiting their turn, and the rod pounding his ass, all pushed him to the pitch of euphoria and lust. His cock bulged so hard under his loincloth that the head pushed free above the waist and rested against his stomach. He heard the Ranger yell behind him, "This is it, Tarzan's final humiliation – his ass filled with semen ... yeaahh!"
The captive's body shuddered as he felt the Ranger's cock explode in his ass. He howled as his own cock erupted and the exposed head blasted cum upward over his stomach and abs. Through dazed eyes he stared at the shirtless men standing before him stroking their cocks and knew what was in store for him. His tortured body sagged, hanging limply between the trees.
BEGGING FOR IT
Pete shoved his cock back in his pants, came round to face Grady whose head sagged forward. "Let's get rid of this," he growled and ripped off the loincloth. "That's better – butt naked. He put his hand under his chin, pushed his head up and stared into his eyes.
"Now here's the real ending to the story. The three thugs don't just walk away. They strip keep Tarzan as their prisoner, their naked fuck-slave. He learns to love it, he can't get enough ... begs for it. The macho jungle man has been reduced to a groveling fuck-slave. Look at my buddies there stroking their cocks. You got something to say to them, stud?"
Grady stared at them and groaned, "Fuck me ... fuck my ass. I need it so bad."
And that's what he got. Bob walked behind him, grabbed him round the waist and his cock slid easily into the cum-soaked ass. Grady kept moaning, "fuck me, fuck me ..." and the sound of the beaten jock's voice pushed Bob to the edge.
Pete was standing inches away from Grady staring into his eyes. "You're gonna shoot another load for me, man."
"No ... no ... I can't ..." But as he stared into the rugged face of the man he had lusted for, the man who had tied him and butt-fucked him, incredibly his cock stiffened again and Pete wrapped his fist round it. As Bob pounded his ravaged ass, he stared into the Ranger's eyes and moaned, "Yeah, make me cum ... I ... fuck ... I'm gonna cum ... aaagh."
As he felt Bob's juice pour into his sore ass his own cock shuddered and more cum spurted from it and splashed down on the Ranger's boots.
Pete stepped away and Seth took his place. Grady always found the brawny construction worker a huge turn on and now Seth clamped his hands in the sides of his face and kissed him savagely. "My turn now, big guy. I'm gonna shove my dick in you and you're gonna cum for me too, just like you did for my buddies."
Seth replaced Bob behind him and, with no foreplay, drove his massive dick hard in his tortured ass. Seth fucked hard, like Randy, and Grady groaned in near exhaustion. Pete confronted him again and said, "You are fucking awesome, man. Jesus, you're a fucking sex god. One last thing ... I wanna drink Tarzan's juice, man."
Pete fell to his knees and took Grady's cock in his mouth. Seth pounded his ass, the Ranger sucked his dick, and Grady drifted into a world of raw lust, a fantasy of tough rugged men and the captive Tarzan helplessly bound at their mercy, gang-fucked and repeatedly forced to cum.
Exhausted he was only dimly aware of the savage Seth basting more jizz in his cum-filled ass and his own cock cumming for an incredible third time, this time in the mouth of the Ranger he had lusted after for so long.
There were multiple orgasms round the table as the boy stared in disbelief at the homoerotic sight of the macho Tarzan, broken and humiliated after a brutal gang fuck, his muscular body, striped by the whip, hanging limply in bondage, semen running down his legs, a naked fuck-slave begging for more.
MEANWHILE, BACK IN THE REAL WORLD ...
Everything became a blur and for a few seconds Grady lost all sense of where he was or what had happened. When he slowly regained consciousness he found himself gazing into Mario's smiling eyes. "Are you OK, amico?" the lilting Italian voice asked.
Grady blinked, then smiled weakly. "That was so fucking hot Mario. Better than any fantasy."
"Perfetto," Mario smiled. He untied his wrists and Grady slumped in his arms. "I'm a fucking mess, Mario. Let's go jump in the pool and you just hold me until I come back to the real world."
The men and boys cheered as Mario helped Grady across the lawn to the pool, where he stumbled down the steps and plunged in.
At the table the star-struck men and boys poured more wine and Bob said, "Pete, you wanted to say thanks to Grady and, man, you did it in style, gave him just what he needed. He won't forget that scene in a hurry, and neither will we."
"You can't forget it while I have this," Danny said, raising his camera. "I got it all. Darius and Eddie are gonna love this. A major hit."
Just then Brandon's cell phone rang. He looked at the screen and grinned. "Damn, he must be psychic. It's Eddie, right on cue. Mind if I take it over here, sirs?"
Brandon rolled away out of earshot and said, "Dude, you will not believe what just happened up here. Tarzan got tied up and gang-fucked. Amazing scene, right out of the best porn flick you've ever seen. So what's up, dude?"
"Well ... you know, I'm not sure, but there's some story brewing. "I don't have details, but the upshot is Hassan and Adam are taking me and Nate out to see Uncle Mike and Larry in Palm Springs."
"Really? That's kinda sudden, ain't it?"
"Well ... in a way it's been building for some time. For some reason I don't understand – yeah even me, Eddie, don't understand something – can you believe it? Anyway for some reason Hassan and Adam have been kinda cool to each other. Nate don't know why either. You know Hassan, always the strong silent type ... well he's been more silent than usual. It's weird.
"Anyway, they decided they needed to get away together to sort it all out, so they're taking us boys out to the desert.
"It was Uncle Mike's idea really. Seems Mike's been going through some kinda ... some kinda older guy insecurity thing, Larry says, whatever that means. I mean, can you imagine? Tough Mike, insecure? Anyway, he told them he could use some company so they put two and two together and came up with six – the six of us at Mike's place."
"Sure sounds like something's brewing, dude. But you'll keep me posted, eh?"
"Hey, this is me motor-mouth Eddie. I keep everyone posted."
Brandon laughed. "I gotta go, dude. Grady and Mario have just got out of the pool. See ya."
TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 475
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