It had been a study in contrasts when Tommy got punished by
Pablo, and then Brandon was disciplined by Ranger Pete. Pablo, a novice master, had been consumed with jealously at
the illogical fear that Tommy was a rival for his dad Randy’s affections. What had begun as routine punishment for a
traffic misdemeanor became an act of rage that quickly got out of control. It took Pablo’s lover, the cool leather-boy
Darius, to intercede and calm things down.
It finally ended, to Tommy’s relief and excitement, in Pablo’s
suggestion that he and Darius would share Tommy in future. In contrast to Pablo’s inexperience, the rugged Forest
Ranger Pete was a mature and loving master to Brandon, the boy in the
wheelchair who prized his independence.
Brandon had spent an evening with Grady, Mario and the boys at the Grady
House, and he didn’t get home to Pete until past 11 o’clock. He was shocked to find that Pete had spent
the entire evening alone. Pete explained amiably, “Uh, you know, I just kind hung out
here. I fixed myself some dinner, read the newspaper, then a book for a while,
then watched TV … you know … just hangin’ out.”
He chuckled. “I did feel kinda
horny when I first came in … thought of jacking off to one of your old porn
videos, but decided to save it for the real thing when you got home.” Brandon was horrified that he had neglected the master he
loved and said that he deserved to be punished, just like Pablo was punishing
Tommy. Above all Brandon didn’t want any
special treatment just because he was handicapped. “I don’t want people to see my wheelchair – I
want them to see me.” But the laid-back Ranger smiled, “So I’m
supposed to punish my boy just for having fun with his pals?” Brandon heaved a big sigh of frustration and Pete realized
that, for Brandon, being punished for his absence meant the same as being
treated like everyone else. He needed it
… it was, paradoxically, his way of proving his independence. Hell, Pete thought, loving a forceful young
guy like Brandon was complicated stuff.
But he knew what he had to do, so he did punish his boy with a ferocious
fuck that left Brandon exhausted and euphoric lying in Pete’s arms. He was elated that he had got punished, just like his
buddies had been by their masters in the past.
He was no different from them – no special treatment. He would be able to hold his head up when he
saw them next. They always boasted about
how their tough master had disciplined them and now he would have bragging
rights too. Pete stroked the tears from the boy’s cheeks and
grinned. ‘Course, that hot movie star Grady
is a tough act to follow. I could get
real jealous. You’re sure you’re not in
love with Grady, kiddo?” “Of course I am, sir,” Brandon laughed. “Everyone’s in love with Grady – not like
I’m in love with you of course, sir. But
he’s a real cool guy, as well as being one of the most gorgeous men on the
planet, and a big movie star. I wish
you knew him better, sir.” “Yeah, you’re right,” Pete chuckled. “I think it’s about time I got more familiar
with the new Tarzan – see what designs he has on my boy. Maybe I should make it plain to him that
you’re mine, kiddo – my property. He
probably hasn’t met a Forest Ranger in uniform before – doesn’t know what he’s
dealing with.” Brandon laughed, “Kinda like, ‘hands off my boy’? I think that would be great, sir. Tarzan meets the Forest Ranger. Grady would love it. Can I watch?” “‘Course you can, kid.”
Pete wrapped his arms round his boy, Brandon laid his head on the
Ranger’s chest, and that’s how they fell asleep. ************************************ At that moment, in the master suite Randy and Bob were
enjoying their usual nightcap of coffee and brandy provided by the twins. “So,
quite a day, uh?” Randy said. “Seems
like Pablo needs Darius’s help to master his boy. I never thought of joint custody, but I guess
it’s a good plan.” “It’s the only plan, Randy,” Bob said. “Pablo’s too volatile right now to be a
master without Darius’s restraining influence.
You can’t rule a man through brute force.” “Oh no? As I recall
that’s how I brought you to heel, big guy, way back in that motel.” Bob raised his eyebrows.
“Randy, I came to heel, as you call it, ‘cos I fell in love with you in
that motel room. And it’s why I still
come whenever you crook your finger.” He
became pensive. “Hell, those were the
days, eh? That shabby ratbag motel. I remember it so well.” “Yeah, and you know that tomorrow is the anniversary of the
first night we spent there?” “Ah, the big lug remembered our anniversary. There’s a surprise.” “Asshole. That’s not
the only surprise, either. I’ve got
another one for you.” “You mean Grady’s house-warming party tomorrow?” “Well sure, we gotta show up at the gathering of the
clan. They’ll expect it and it’ll be
fun. But that’s not the surprise. There’s no reason we can’t peel off and leave
while they’re all getting good and drunk.” “Oh yeah, and what then?” “Ah, you’ll find out.” “Son of a bitch,” Bob grinned. ********************************************* The day of the big housewarming party began early and slowly
before the intense activity that ramped up later. Grady had recently bought the large house
from all the money he was earning from his starring role as Tarzan in the
big-budget movie now shooting down at Warner Studios. This early in the day Danny, the in-house chef and house
manager hired by Grady and his lover Mario, reigned solo in the kitchen,
waiting for the arrival of the cavalry – the twin chefs Kyle and Kevin who were
to spend the day helping him after they had finished breakfast duties down at
the tribe’s compound. The other boys,
including Brandon, would be coming to clean the place up and set up the big
lunch by the pool that was to kick off the festivities. Brandon and his master Pete, the macho Forest Ranger, had
stirred early from their deep sleep following Pete’s “discipline” of his boy,
which had brought them even closer together.
Brandon got up and made coffee and a light breakfast for them both. Pete knew better than to help him, knowing
that the boy loved to assert his independence, which he had nurtured throughout
his life in a wheelchair. “Looking good, kiddo, said Pete. He watched affectionately as his boy
efficiently maneuvered himself round the house, taking things from the
pull-down shelves that Randy had installed for him and wheeling his chair onto
the raised floor in front of the stove. Seeing the concentration on Brandon’s
face Pete’s heart went out to him and his instinct (physical and emotional) was
to pull his boy back into bed and make love to him yet again. As Brandon put the breakfast tray on the bed and climbed in
beside him Pete said, “I know they need you up at the Grady House, kid, but
damn I could spend the whole day with you right here. But I’ve gotta go into work too for a few
hours and supervise a brush-clearing project.
I just gotta get them started then I’ll come straight up to Grady’s
place and join the party. After that,
I’m all yours, kiddo. Maybe you could
go for a bit more of that ‘discipline’ thing – pick up where we left off last
night?” “Whenever you say, sir,” said Brandon, his eyes
sparkling. “Hey,” Pete said, “why don’t I drive you up to the Grady
House now ‘cos I know they need you early? I’m not due at work for a few hours
so I could hang out up there for a while, get to know the place better …” he
grinned “… maybe get to know Grady better too, like I said last night.” “That would be great, sir,” Brandon enthused. He always felt good when he could show off Pete
to the other boys. Which was definitely
the case when the Park Ranger truck, white with a green stripe, pulled up at
the gate and Pete jumped out, while Brandon tugged his wheelchair from behind
the passenger seat, unfolded it and lowered himself into it. Pete was dressed in his usual pale gray uniform shirt with
the flash of white T-shirt at the neck.
But instead of his normal green uniform pants he was wearing khaki,
military-style fatigue pants tucked into heavy work boots, the usual gear for the
upcoming dirty work of brush clearance.
As the tall, handsome Ranger strode across the garden, with
Brandon at his side, he was watched in awe by Brandon’s buddies. There were three of them – Danny, of course;
Eddie, the Marine Hassan’s boy; and Ben, the fireman Jason’s boy. They called themselves the four amigos and Brandon
smiled proudly at them … he couldn’t wait to tell them all about his
‘punishment’ last night by the tough Ranger. But right now there was work to do. They had to set up the long table by the pool
for lunch and, as there would be a total of almost two dozen men and boys,
there was a lot of work ahead. Brandon
was reluctant to leave Pete but the Ranger said, “I’ll be fine, kiddo. You go work.
I’ll just wander round and get the lay of the land. Er, Danny, has Grady appeared yet?” “Oh yes, sir. He
always gets up early for his morning workout.
Gotta keep that gorgeous Tarzan physique in shape,” he grinned. “He’s been in the gym for some time
already. All on his own today, I think. “Good,” Pete smiled.
“Maybe I’ll look him up.” As he wandered away Brandon shot urgent meaningful glances
at the other boys. The phrase “keep your
hands off my boy” kept running through his mind and his buddies listened with
wide-eyed excitement as he told them about last night. ************************************ Pete had spent little time at the Grady House so far and he
was impressed as he walked round the grounds.
Most of the men and boys of the tribe had contributed their talents and
hard work to the new house and it was now ready for its close-up. This first party would be a kind of trial run
for the formal ones that would come later.
It would be a casual one just for the guys of the clan and, as Mario had
said, “Those guys sort of bring the party with them.” Pete came across Mario working on the landscaping in a
corner of the garden. Pete was used to
seeing the handsome Italian in elegantly casual clothes but he always thought
he looked sexiest like this, shirtless in old jeans and boots with streaks of
dirt on his chest and face. “Buongiorno,” Mario smiled, straightening up from his work. “Good to see you, Pete. You’re coming to the party aren’t you?” “Wouldn’t miss it,” Pete grinned. “I gotta go to work for a few hours first,
though. I brought Brandon up here and
I’m killing time until I have to go.
Grady’s working out, I hear.” “Ah, Grady,” Mario chuckled knowingly. “I thought you might be looking for
him. Come to make sure he’s not
seducing your boy, no doubt?” “Nah, I’m not worried about that. In any case I would be too late. Brandon told me he’s already in love with
Grady – all the boys are.” Mario threw his head back and laughed, “Oh everybody’s in
love with Grady. It’s something I’m
getting used to. It bothered me at first
until Grady reassured me I’m the love of his life. Actually,” Mario smiled, “he reassures me of
that three or four times a day – in bed.
The man’s insatiable – can get exhausting.” “And you love it.” “Of course – fucking Tarzan over and over – what’s not to
love?” He grinned mischievously. “But Grady is mighty fond of Brandon so it
might be a good idea to remind him that Brandon is your boy … remind him who’s boss.”
Mario’s grin broadened. “I think
he might enjoy that. You’ll find him in
the gym.” Still chuckling to himself Mario went back to his gardening
while Pete walked back to the house in the direction of the gym, a large
indoor-outdoor space on part of the patio.
He heard Grady before he saw him – the clanking of weights, loud groans
and heaving breathing. Pete was about
to interrupt him but decided to watch instead, partially hidden by the wooden
lattice wall of the patio. Up to now Pete had mostly seen Grady entertaining the group
of men and boys that usually surrounded him, drawn by his laidback, fun-loving
charisma. But now he was alone, working
out strenuously, his easy smile replaced by a look of intense
concentration. And Pete had to admit
that he was, as he murmured under his breath, “fucking gorgeous.” Like everyone else he had seen the ubiquitous billboards and
magazine pictures of the underwear ad campaign in which Grady had appeared
gloriously naked except for suggestive black briefs. And Brandon was always showing Pete new advance
publicity pictures for the Tarzan movie, where Grady invariably was wearing
only a loincloth in one erotic pose or another, like swinging from a tree. But unlike the other guys Pete had never jerked off over the
billboard or the pictures. He had never
been one for masturbation, preferring the real thing, which he had never had
any problem attracting with his macho good looks – the tall, rugged,
strong-silent type. But now, watching Grady
flex his muscles, Pete almost made an exception as he rubbed the growing bulge
in his fatigue pants, on the verge of pulling out his cock and jacking off. Grady was at his most homoerotic, stripped down to gyms
shorts and sneakers, his muscles rippling, his golden-tanned flesh gleaming
with sweat that ran down his handsome, square-cut features, dripped onto the
slabs of his pecs, ran down the cleft between them, over his eight-pack abs and
ended in a big wet patch on his shorts. He was the ultimate gym jock, the kind featured on muscle
magazine covers, and again Pete said to himself “Fucking gorgeous.” But this time, engrossed as he was, he
didn’t muffle his voice and Grady jerked his head up. “Someone there?” Pete stepped from behind the lattice wall and revealed
himself with an embarrassed grin.
Grady’s face broke into a wide, welcoming smile and he shook hands. “Pete!
Good to see you, man. Not often
we have that pleasure. You’re a bit
early for the party.” “Yeah I know. I just
brought my boy up here. I gotta go and
put in a couple of hours clearing brush in the park. That’s why I’m wearing what we Rangers call
our combat gear with the fatigue pants and boots. Have to watch out for rattlers this time of
year.” Grady got a good look at the Ranger and his cock immediately
stiffened in his gym shorts. Before now he
had never really had the chance to spend any time with Pete, what with all the
distractions of the other hot men of the tribe.
But now he got the measure of the man in the Ranger uniform,
his light gray shirt hugging his obviously muscular physique, a white triangle
of T-shirt showing at the open neck. The
short sleeves were tight round his biceps, and his broad shoulders and bulging
torso narrowed down to a slim waist where a heavy belt was loaded with
equipment, like his two-way radio, flashlight, and even handcuffs for the rare
occasions when he had to arrest miscreants in the forest. The rugged look was accentuated by the green military-style
fatigue pants and heavy boots and Grady’s eyes zeroed in on the obvious bulge
at his crotch. Maybe the sexiest part
of him, Grady thought, was the tanned, handsome face, the self-assured look in
his eyes and his crew-cut blond hair.
Grady has always had an addiction to hot-looking men, especially guys in
uniform, and he said impulsively, “Hey, you’ve got a spectacular build on you,
man. Come and work out with me.” “Nah,” Pete grinned.
“I’d like to but I gotta go soon, don’t wanna get to work all sweaty.” “Well at least help me out, dude and spot me while I do
bench presses. Don’t let all this sweat
put you off.” (Actually it was having
the reverse effect on Pete.) “Here, I’ll
soon take care of that.” Grady grabbed
his water bottle, took a long swig … then poured the rest over himself. Standing there with water running down his
face and bare chest, soaking his shorts, he stretched out his arms and laughed,
“See … irresistible.” Pete was stunned.
Grady was joking but it was true.
This beautiful man would be irresistible to anyone – including, and
especially, to Brandon who loved handsome men (one reason he was attracted to
Pete) and loved to have fun (where the strong, earnest Pete knew he could not
compete with the high-spirited Grady). Pete’s mind flashed back to last night when Brandon had
laughed that he was ‘in love’ with Grady. He had been kidding, of course, but now Pete felt
a sudden pang of resentment that Brandon was (understandably) attracted to the
handsome movie star. ‘In love’ may be an exaggeration but it had a
worrisome ring of truth. “Come on, man,” Grady said cheerfully. He laid a towel on the bench, loaded the bar
with weights and lay down on his back.
“Give me a spot, Pete, I got a lot of weight on this bar. You wouldn’t want me to drop it and crush
myself, would you? Then there’d be no
Tarzan movie and you’d get all the blame for denying a poor weak gym jock a
spot. Could you live with that on your
conscience?” Pete found himself caught up in Grady’s exuberant, silly
sense of humor and walked behind the bench press at his head. “OK, ready?”
Grady grabbed the bar, lifted it off the stand and proceeded to push
through seven, eight, nine reps. Pete
looked down at the straining body beneath him, at the flexed muscles, bulging
veins, and the square-jawed face grimacing in pain. As Grady reached exhaustion Pete curled his fingers round
the bar and assisted with the last straining press, then encouraged him to do
one more before the bar clanged heavily into its slots. His breath heaving Grady reached down and
stroked the long bulge in his shorts.
“Workouts always do this to me,” he grinned. “Instant boners.” Then he raised his eyes and looked back over his head at
Pete towering over him. He reached up
and grabbed the shape of Pete’s hard-on in his pants. “You too, eh, stud? Always
happens … me flexing my muscles like that … gets ‘em every time.” He jumped to his feet and flashed a gleaming smile. Again Pete felt a flash of resentment. But that spark of arrogance that would have
been objectionable in anyone else somehow was forgivable in the buoyant Grady,
seductive even. When Grady said, “Your turn, buddy,” Pete turned away
saying, “Nah, like I said, I don’t wanna get all sweaty.” “No problem there, big guy,” said Grady, walking round to
face him. “Here’s what you do.” Fixing Pete with mischievous eyes he slowly
undid the buttons of his shirt. Pete’s
impulse was to pull away but he found himself rooted to the spot. He, like so many before him, was being captivated
by Grady. And he resented it. “You know you seduced my boy, don’t you Grady?” he said
suddenly. Grady smiled, “Brandon’s a real cool kid, buddy, you’re
lucky to have him. And of course I
seduced him. I seduce everyone … it’s
what I do. That’s how I got the part in
the movie – seduced them at the audition.
And the studio is hoping to hell that I seduce the movie audiences. There’s a lot riding on it.” “Yeah, I get that,” Pete said. By now Grady had pulled Pete’s shirt free
and pushed it off over his shoulders.
Pete reached behind his neck, pulled off his T-shirt and stood shirtless
before Grady. “Just so you remember, man
… Brandon is my boy. He belongs to me.” *************************************** Grady felt his knees go weak as he stared at the Ranger’s
sculpted body, saw the steely look in his eye and heard the menace in his
voice. Suddenly the balance of power in
the room shifted. Up to now Grady had
been in charge, confident in his own beauty, self-assured and playfully flirting
with the sexy Ranger. But suddenly Pete
had asserted his natural authority with a warning to anyone who challenged him,
and especially any man who messed with his boy. And now the seducer was seduced. Grady loved dominant men and his cock was
rock hard, wet with pre-cum. He knew
what he wanted but was too intimidated to ask.
In a role reversal, he had lost his confidence and waited for the Ranger
to make the next move. Pete took Grady’s place lying on the bench and said, “OK,
let’s see. How many did you do – ten
was it? Piece of cake. He took a few deep breaths and said, “I
won’t need a spot.” Nevertheless Grady stood behind his head and watched as Pete
grabbed the bar, inhaled sharply, then lifted it out of its cradle and lowered
it over his chest in the first of several effortless presses. Grady had a perfect body but Pete was
bigger and stronger. Making it look
easy he powered up to nine, ten … up to fifteen until the bar crashed back onto
its slots. He sprang to his feet and
confronted Grady, having now dominated him physically as well as mentally. In awe of the alpha male’s strength and power Grady still
summoned up his last reserves of bravado and said, “Pretty tough aren’t you,
Ranger?” “Yeah, tough enough to protect my boy and make sure he
doesn’t lose his head over some hot celebrity movie star.” “Well, that would be his choice, wouldn’t it? Brandon’s a great kid who has always
impressed me as fiercely independent.
He’s got a mind of his own and makes his own decisions. So what if he does have a crush on me? What you gonna do about it, big guy?” “Oh no,” Pete said. “Oh
no, you don’t wanna go there, buddy … trust me, you don’t want that.” Pete, a solid up-front kind of guy, didn’t
have the finesse to recognize that Grady was subtly manipulating the
conversation and goading him into giving him just what he wanted. Pete took it seriously – and it was making
him mad. “What,” Grady taunted him, “you scared to show me what you
would do to protect your boy, prove that you’re the boss? I guess Rangers are not as tough as they
make out.” “OK, Tarzan, that does it.
You may be a star in that studio, everyone at your beck and call, but to
me you’re just a hot looking jock who wants to seduce my boy like he does
everyone else. You wanna know what I do
to a guy like that? OK, you asked for
it, stud.” Grady was startled by the Ranger’s strength as he forced him
back down onto the bench. He gasped as
Pete unclipped the handcuffs from his belt, pulled Grady’s arms up to the bar
and cuffed his hands round it. Pete was
surprised by the muscular jock’s lack of resistance but when he yanked down his
gym shorts he knew why. As he pulled
them clear off, Grady’s cock sprang up stiff as a pole. “Well, well, so this turns you on, eh, buddy? You were toying with me, seducing me into
giving you what you want like just one more of the guys servicing you, eh? Well I may be a simple boneheaded kinda guy but
I don’t like to be messed around, so this looks like a classic case of ‘be
careful what you wish for,’ dude.” He paced round the room deciding what to do with his captive,
and Grady followed him with his eyes, dazzled by the shirtless Ranger in
fatigues and boots, his muscular body lit by the dappled sunlight streaming
through the lattice wall of the gym. It was not only his superb physique that made him sexy. Grady was used to guys laughing and fooling
around with him, but this guy was different – more serious, tough, no nonsense,
a real man’s man. And it was his down-to
earth masculinity that made him so macho, so dominant … and so incredibly hot. Pete stopped pacing and gazed down at the handsome young
jock, lying naked flat on the bench, his arms stretched up and handcuffed to
the bar above him. “I gotta say, man,
you are one hot looking stud. No wonder
all the guys fall for you. But not me,
man. See I never jerked off over those
pictures of you like the other guys did.
I prefer the real thing. And now
I’ve got it. Tarzan’s my prisoner and
I’m gonna bust my load all over that perfect body.” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, thick cock. He
threw his leg over the bench and stood astride Grady’s waist, staring down at
him and stroking his rock-hard cock in his fist. “Like I said, you’re a beautiful man, Grady,
but perfection makes me uneasy so I wonder how those flawless features would look
smothered in cum. This ain’t gonna take
long, boy” “No, no, don’t cum over me, Pete. Please don’t unload on me like that.” “Ah, don’t want your beautiful face messed up, eh? Just like all the pretty boys – ‘not the
face, don’t touch the face’.” “It’s not that. I
don’t want you to waste your jizz. I … I
want it in my ass. Fuck me, man …
please fuck my ass.” “Not his time, stud.
Maybe just once the big movie star is not gonna get what he wants. I’m getting close, man.” “No, please, sir.
Please, I need it so bad. You’re
so fucking hot, such a stud, I want your dick in my ass. You want me to beg? OK, you win, I’m begging you, sir … please.” Pete had never seen a man as desperate to get butt-fucked as
this guy. And this was Tarzan, the rugged
man on all the posters and billboards, the man everyone worshipped. And
here he was at his mercy, his muscular body stretched in bondage, butt naked,
handcuffed to the bench. Seeing the muscle-jock struggle, hearing him beg, was so
erotic, pornographic, that Pete almost lost his load all over him. But he held back just in time. “You want my rod in your ass? OK, stud, but when I fuck a guy like you it
can be rough. See, it’s more than a
fuck – it’s a warning to keep your hands off my boy. You ready for that, Tarzan?” “Yes, sir. Anything,
I’ll do anything to feel that big Ranger dick in my ass. You look so fucking hot, man … I want it so
bad.” Pete glanced round the gym and saw several tubs of lube
lying around. Obviously this was one of
the many places in the house that Grady got fucked by Mario. He dipped his fingers into one of them and
lubed up his cock. Grady had wrapped his
hands round the bar he was cuffed to so the handcuffs wouldn’t cut his
wrists. Pete now pushed his legs up,
doubling him backward. He leaned forward
and grabbed the bar, pressing his hands over Grady’s. Standing on the floor, still straddling the bench, Pete’s cock
was touching Grady’s hole and he grinned down at the handsome jock staring
wildly up at him. “This what you wanted,
stud, to be at the Ranger’s mercy waiting to get your ass reamed? Well you got it, boy … here it comes …” Grady’s eyes opened wide as he felt the thick shaft drive
into his ass, deeper and deeper until the head passed over the inner sphincter
and came to rest. “Aaaah!” Grady’s mouth opened wide and he uttered an
animal groan as the Ranger’s cock filled his ass. He stared up at the rugged face, the blond
crew-cut, the square, stubbled jaw, then at the muscled torso leaning over him,
bending him double. “Oh, man, you look
so fucking hot. It feels so good. Please, sir, fuck my ass.” Pete pulled back and pushed in again, then again until his
cock became a piston pounding into the jock’s helpless ass. Pete was driving Grady wild, his head
thrashed from side to side, his muscles flexed, his body writhed, but he was
trapped, his hands pinned to the bar, his ass pinned to the bench by the ramrod
driving into him. He was totally at the
mercy of the Ranger, this alpha male who oozed masculine power. As he felt the hot ass clench round his cock Pete was
equally turned on. Looking down at the gorgeous athlete impaled on his cock Pete flashed on all the
pictures he had seen – the massive billboards with the beautiful underwear
model in black briefs, the publicity stills of the rugged Tarzan in nothing but
a loincloth, muscles rippling as he strode through the jungle. And this was the same naked jock he had cuffed to the bench,
the man who had begged to get fucked, the man whose body shuddered beneath him
as he jackhammered his ass. He saw
again how seductive he must be for his boy, why Brandon was ‘in love’ with him
as he had said. And Pete’s admiration
for Grady’s beauty shifted to resentment of it. “Fuck you, man. Keep your fucking hands off my boy or I’ll
fucking rip you open.” He pulled all the way out … then slammed his cock in again,
losing all restraint as his shaft became a sledgehammer pounding ass. Grady had the wind knocked out of him. The only other time he had felt anything
this ferocious was the time a raging Randy had fucked him savagely when they
first met. He was hovering between
ecstasy and pain as the shirtless Ranger ploughed his ass mercilessly,
endlessly. The muscle-jock who loved to get fucked was on fire, sinking
into an oblivion of lust, nearing his limit of sexual endurance and he sobbed,
“That’s it, man, I’m done. I can’t take
anymore. Please, sir, finish me off …
cum inside my ass … please.” “I’ll tell you when you’re done, boy,” Pete growled. “I want you to know I’m the boss, I’m my
boy’s master and you’re gonna admit that.
You’re gonna submit … or you’ll get more of this.” The pounding became savage and Grady gasped. “OK, I submit, sir. I give up … you’re the boss, sir … you’re the
master. Please, sir. Oh
god, I’m gonna cum. You’re making me
cum … oh fuck … fuck … aaagh!” His cock erupted in a plume of semen that rose up and
splashed on Pete’s chest heaving above him.
The sight of the handsome jock thrashing in ecstasy as his ass
reflexively clenched round Pete’s rod could have only one effect. “Yeaaah!” Pete yelled in triumph and he
emptied a massive load of jizz into Grady’s ravaged ass. *************************************
They were both staring in disbelief into each other’s eyes,
both in a mild trance, when they were brought back to earth by the sound of
slow handclapping. “Beautiful, just
beautiful,” came a deep voice. Pete
jerked his head round and saw … Hassan.
The exotic Arab/Asian Marine Captain was standing by the gym
entrance dressed pretty much like Pete, shirtless in his usual military fatigue
pants and combat boots. Grady whimpered
as Pete pulled his dick out of his ass and got to his feet. “Hey, soldier, good to see you – looking
gorgeous as ever. What brings you
here?” “Well, I was on my way home from work and thought I’d drop
in to check on my boy Eddie, make sure they’re not working him too hard. He told me you were here so I thought I’d pay
my respects … you know, Marine to Ranger.
But, hell, I didn’t expect to find this.
Man, you were really doing a number on Tarzan here. He piss you off or something?” They both stood looking down at the chained, exhausted jock
who stared up at the two muscle-gods, stripped to the waist in military
fatigues and boots. Still in a daze Grady’s
mind flashed to the movie set and to the two hunky soldiers in the story,
villains of the piece and Tarzan’s rivals.
In a couple of climactic scenes he has a major fight with
them, the soldiers shirtless in fatigues, Tarzan in his loincloth. In the first fight Tarzan takes a beating,
gets tide up at their mercy and they work him over. In the second fight, of course, Tarzan
triumphs and gets his own back. And now
here he was, chained naked, at the mercy of two similar military guys
discussing him. “Nah, he didn’t piss me off exactly,” Pete was saying. “I just didn’t like the way he seemed to have
so much influence over my boy Brandon – thought he might be seducing him. Hell, the boy even said he was in love with
him.” “Dammit, my kid Eddie said the same damn thing. It’s one reason I dropped by here – to make
sure the boy was alright. He’s an
impressionable young guy and could easily be seduced … like a lot of the others
are by this hotshot movie star.” He
stared down at Grady. “Man, just look
at him. Fucking gorgeous young stud. No wonder they all fall for him.” “Yeah, that’s why I had to warn him off my boy … had to make
it clear the boy is mine … I’m the boss.
I think he got the message.” Hassan chuckled. “I
saw the whole damn thing, buddy. Man,
you banged him good. Didn’t think I
should interrupt – though I sure as hell wanted to. Matter of fact I intended to have a word with
Grady when the time was right.” “Shit, no time the present, captain. He ain’t going anywhere.” “Yeah, now you mention it.
Watching you hammer his ass sure made me hot and horny. Gave me a boner that won’t quit. Look at this …” He ripped open his fatigues and pulled out
his huge thick cock, hard as steel.
“After all, you lubed him up good for me … so why not?” Grady’s eyes opened wide as he saw what was happening. “No, guys, no more. My ass is sore as hell after the beating it
just took. Please, captain. I can’t take another cock in my ass.” Hassan laughed. “You
hear that, Pete? That’s something you
don’t hear every day of the week … Grady here saying no to a butt-fuck.” His
eyes glinted as he stared down at the helpless athlete. With his cock standing straight out from his
pants Hassan held his arms out to the side and flexed his muscular torso. “Look at me, man. Do I look like the kind of guy who takes no
for an answer? You know what they say,
‘The Marines always get their man’ … and this Marine sure intends to. Now, let’s try again … you want it?” Sore as his ass was Grady was mesmerized by the sight of the
tall, muscular soldier, his huge dick pointing straight down at him. His lust overcame his caution and he said,
“Shit that’s hot. OK, man … fuck me.” Hassan assumed the same position as Pete had been in –
standing astride the bench with Grady’s legs over his shoulders. Grady was doubled over, his ass on helpless
display, still oozing Pete’s cum. Like
Pete, Hassan leaned forward, folded his hands over Grady’s on the bar and
pushed his cock between his ass cheeks.
“I’ll go easy on you, buddy,” he grinned. “Brace yourself, big guy.” Grady sighed deeply as the long rod slid slowly inside
him. He had expected more pain but
Hassan was true to his word and it was a far more gentle fuck than Pete’s
fierce pounding. Grady gazed up at the
exotic olive-skinned Arab face with the slanting eyes, high cheekbones and jet
black hair. And there was something
else that excited him. There was something Grady had never told anyone – except
Mario. (He told Mario everything.) When he filmed the fight sequence at the
studio where the soldiers tie Tarzan up and work him over he had to writhe in supposed
pain and maintain an agonized look on his face.
So he imagined that the soldiers were not just slapping him around … he
fantasized that they were driving their dicks into Tarzan’s ass. To make a reaction believable actors usually summon up past
personal experiences or future fantasies – whatever it takes to get the scene
right. Getting fucked in the ass was
Grady’s private fantasy but the resulting agonized look on his face impressed
the hell out of the director. It was
just what he was looking for. So in take
after take Grady was lost in the fantasy of getting his ass ploughed by these
two big, muscular soldiers. And now, as he gazed up at Hassan, and Pete standing next to
him, that fantasy had come true. Chained
up naked he had been ferociously fucked in the ass by the crew-cut guy in
military fatigues and was now getting hammered by his buddy, the rugged, bare-chested
Marine. It was life imitating art,
except that in this case life was better than art as his assailants were two of
the hottest musclehunks he had ever seen … and the serial fuck was real. It was so real that his imagination took off. He saw Tarzan chained up at the mercy of the
two soldiers and his ass was on fire as it got ploughed for the second
time. As the long shaft pistoned into
his already ravaged ass, his jaw clenched, his chiseled features contorted in
pain, his head thrashed from side to side, his body tensed and he heard Tarzan
howl, “I give up … you win … I can’t take any more … I submit .. aaagh! …” His cock erupted for a second time and
splashed hot juice all over his naked, writhing body. Hassan always struck men as a tough, menacing soldier but he
could be sensitive too (as his boy Eddie knew well). He now realized how badly Grady’s ass must
be aching so he carefully withdrew his still-hard cock from his ass. “Thanks, man,” Grady groaned in relief. Hassan smiled at Pete and said, “Not often I fuck a man’s
ass without unloading inside it. My
nuts are bursting with jizz. You got
any left Ranger?” “Sure do – after seeing you banging his ass I got another
boner already, so let’s do it, soldier.” Again Grady’s fantasy kicked in as the two shirtless hunks
in military fatigues stood over him.
Tarzan had submitted to the warriors and was now staked out naked on the
ground with the mocking soldiers towering over him, stroking their cocks,
preparing his final humiliation. He
gazed up at the two huge cocks dripping with pre-cum as the men pounded them in
their fists “OK, buddy,” Pete grinned, “let’s finish him off. You ready? … Now!” Grady gripped the bar he was handcuffed to, flexed his body
to withstand his final degradation and … aaagh!” As he howled in defeat his jaw dropped and
two streams of hot juice slammed into his face.
He was momentarily blinded, aware only of the smell and bitter-sweet
taste of semen splashing down on him and filling his mouth. He swallowed hard, afraid he would drown in cum. But at last the downpour ceased and as he
slumped in exhaustion his last mental image was of Tarzan chained to the ground
in the jungle, drenched in the semen of the two soldiers sneering in triumph as
they put their cocks back in their pants and walked away, leaving him broken
and humiliated, a helpless captive in chains. ****************************************
Which is more or less what happened now. When his vision started to clear Grady saw
through a film of cum the Ranger and the Marine laughing as they stuffed their
spent dicks in their pants and buttoned up.
They took one last look at the exhausted man cuffed to the bench, semen running
down his handsome face and solid muscles, and Hassan said, “He’s done, man …
finished. Man I feel good. I could murder a beer.” “You’re talking my language, captain. Let’s go.”
Pete threw his arm over Hassan’s shoulder and they walked
out of the gym, leaving the cum-soaked muscle-jock handcuffed naked to the
bench. As they left they heard a sound and saw Brandon and Eddie
standing wide-eyed by the lattice wall of the gym, their cocks hanging out of
their shorts, pools of cum on the ground at their feet. The looked up at their masters and blushed, tongue-tied. “So, boy,” Pete grinned, “you saw the whole thing, eh?” “Pretty much, sir.
After what you said last night – that ‘hands off my boy’ thing – I knew
you would, er, have a word with Grady as you put it, and you did say I could
watch.” “That I did, kiddo.
And I hope you learned a lesson.
You’re my boy, kid, mine alone.
You wanna fool around with Grady you ask my permission first.” “Yes, sir, but, like, would you give your permission, sir?” “Hell yes. I want
the best for my boy and that jock chained up in there is the best. How could I deny my boy the pleasure of
fucking Tarzan?” Eddie was impatiently hopping up and down and said to
Hassan, “Does that go for me too, sir?
When you said you were gonna look for Pete in the gym I had to come and
watch with Brandon, I had too.” “Yeah, yeah,” Hassan said, trying to sound severe but
stifling a smile. “What Pete said –
goes for you too.” Just then there was a sneeze, a murmur of voices, and out
from behind another lattice screen came Danny, Ben, and Tommy, all looking
sheepish. “Holy shit,” Hassan said, “you three too? Hell, you should have sold tickets.” “I brought them, sir, it’s my fault,” Eddie gushed. “But you know I gotta share good stuff with
my buddies. You taught me not to be selfish,
sir, and you know I always obey you.
Remember that time when I flipped off that dude who wanted a ride and you
whopped me real good. Actually you
fucked my ass … not that that’s any kind of punishment for me getting fucked by
a big stud Marine who … “Enough!” Hassan shouted as grins spread around the
group. “Another thing I taught you, boy,
is to zip your lip, remember? Anyway, I
thought you guys were supposed to be working.
Instead of running off at the mouth why don’t you go and get Pete and me
a couple of beers. We gotta go find
Mario.” “Aye-aye, sir,” Eddie said with a sloppy salute and the boys
all went off to get back to work.
Hassan followed Pete out to the garden where Mario was still working
hard on his landscaping project in an overgrown flowerbed. He looked up at Pete and Hassan and stood up
from his labors. “Signori,” he
smiled. “Did you find Grady in the gym
and have a word with him?” Pete grinned, “Oh we found him alright and, er … well, had
quite a bit more than a word. I just
wanted to make the situation clear to him about me and my boy. Then the captain here had a … er … similar mission. Actually, I think I may have overdone it a
bit so it might me a good idea if you went and checked on him.” “Mario smiled affably.
He had a good idea what Pete was talking about and he trusted these men
to have done nothing that Grady didn’t enjoy, painful as it may have been. Seeing his world through the lens of
old-world Tuscan serenity Mario felt safe and confident in that world,
especially now that it was defined by the love he shared with Grady. “Oh, by the way,” Pete grinned, “you’re probably gonna need
this.” He handed him the key to the
handcuffs. “Ah, capisco!” Mario smiled
“Now I understand. I suspected
something of the kind. You are right,
amico. I should probably go to the
rescue of Tarzan and soothe the savage breast.
Don’t worry. He often comes home
fuming about the studio but I have ways of calming him down.” “We have no doubt about that, Mario,” Hassan chuckled. “No doubt at all.” *************************************** Grady’s arms were starting to ache. Other than that he was feeling just fine …
more than fine … elated. He had just
been tied up and butt-fucked by two gorgeous alpha males and had indulged one
his most homoerotic Tarzan fantasies into the bargain. Sure there had been some pain, and his ass
was real sore, but what was a major fuck without a little discomfort? Rugged, macho muscle-jock though he was,
Grady sure loved to take it up the ass. If only he could lower his arms! He pulled at the handcuffs and was trying to
devise a way of maybe lifting the bar and sliding the cuffs off the end when he
suddenly heard heavy footsteps approaching.
Pete must be coming to free him, he thought with relief, and he was surprised
when Mario appeared. Mario stared down at his lover chained naked to the
bench-press and smothered in semen.
“Well, well, well, here’s another fine mess you’ve got yourself into,”
he grinned. Grady’s embarrassment took second place to his awe as he
gazed up at his lover – not the stylishly dressed sophisticate this time but
the hot Italian gardener. Still
shirtless in old jeans and work boots he was now more sweaty and dirty than
ever, his muscular mud-covered torso pumped from hard work, his tousled black
hair falling over his handsome, dirt-streaked face. Exhausted and sexually drained as he was, Grady’s cock
jerked back to life and he moaned, “Jesus, man, you look fucking gorgeous. Hey, go get Pete to take these cuffs off and
we’ll take a shower.” “No need of Pete, amico,” Mario said holding up the handcuff
key. “I can set you free whenever I
want.” “So do it, buddy.” “I said, whenever I want … and right now I don’t want. Grady, do you have any idea how beautiful you
look like that … how gloriously pornographic? Spettacolare! – the hottest jock on the
planet handcuffed naked in his own gym. A
rugged muscle-god Tarzan, semen dripping from his naked, helpless body.” Mario stroked the bulge in his jeans. “There is only one thing I can do to you.” “Oh no … not that.
My ass has just been worked over good by those two guys and it’s
shattered – real sore. No way I can
take another dick right now. I gotta sit
in a hot bath.” Mario frowned and faked a hurt look. “Can this be true, amico? I am asking to fuck my lover’s ass and he is
refusing me? Are you saying no to me?” “No … I mean, yes … no, I’m just saying … dude, help me out
… give me a break here.” Mario’s brown eyes danced with mischief as he sat astride
the foot of the bench. “Amico, how many
times have you come home from the studio madder than hell after a bad day? And how many times have I taken you to bed,
slid my cock in your ass and made you feel better instantly? All I ask it that you allow me to do that
now? Will you, amico?” Totally seduced by the glorious man he was in love with
Grady relented. “Of course, buddy. Of course I want you to fuck me. Please … make love to me, amico.” From then on it was magic.
Mario knelt beside the bench and licked the cum from his abs, his chest,
neck and face. He unlocked the
handcuffs, rubbed Grady’s aching arms, then gently helped him down on the floor
on his back. He knelt at his feet and
Grady put his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs back, exposing his
ass. “Take it, buddy. It’s yours.” Mario leaned forward, his hands on Grady’s chest and
lovingly, tenderly eased his cock ever so slowly inside him. Grady’s eyes opened wide and he sighed, “Ah,
ah – oh man, yeah, oh yeah.” Grady had tensed for pain in his ravaged ass but as he felt
his lover’s cock slide against the fiery membrane it was an ecstasy he had
never felt before. All traces of pain
vanished, replaced by an erotic sensation that sent convulsions of pure ecstasy
through his entire body. “Man, he groaned, “oh shit that feels so … so incredible,
the best it’s ever been. Man, I love you
so much … your cock feels, wow … My ass
was so sore and I’m glad, ‘cos it’s never felt like this. Oh, man, fuck me … fuck my ass, buddy. Make love to my ass.” Mario smiled and massaged his lover’s ass
tenderly, hovering over the spots that excited Grady the most. And this was the best fantasy of all. Grady was getting fucked by the Italian stud
gardener naked to the waist in jeans and boots, mud smeared over his muscled
torso his curly black hair falling over his handsome face. He had watched the hot gardener at work
often, and now the young stud had come into the gym and was fucking his ass. The gentle fuck could have gone on and on, but at last Mario
said, “Grady, your ass is really tender and I think you cannot take much
more. Besides, you excite me so much I
have to cum inside you. Can you cum
with me?” “Man, I would do anything for you … anything in the
world. Kiss me, buddy.” Mario smiled, leaned forward and pressed his lips against
Grady’s in a passionate open mouthed kiss where they shared their breath as
they shared their lives. Their bodies
pressed together, shuddered together … and they came together. Grady pumped semen between them while Mario
poured his juice inside the fragile ass, the healing balm of love, pure and
simple. For a long time they lay together entwined in each other’s
arms and Grady moaned, “Buddy, I want to stay here all day.” Mario pulled away and laughed. “Me too, amico. But you forget we are hosting a party for the
whole clan, and our guests will soon be arriving. Now is the time for the shower you spoke of.
He stood up, helped Grady unsteadily to
his feet and as they left the gym together, Grady looked back and smiled, “We
gotta do that again, dude.” ********************************* ********************************* Whenever the whole tribe gathered together it was a
high-spirited, raucous, sexy celebration of their lives together, based on the
unique relationships between men and boys.
It was a large private club where they all took care of each other,
protected and loved each other. As their
leader Randy always said, whatever happens in the group stays in the group, and
interference from outsiders would be fiercely repulsed. Sure, ups and downs were inevitable given the lusty egos and
friendly rivalries between so many alpha males, but there was never any doubt
that the flying dust would settle, and love and respect would prevail. As it did on this day at the Grady House. Up ‘til now all the gatherings had taken place at the
tribe’s compound. This was the first
time a party had been held at the new Grady House, with lovers Grady and Mario
as the hosts. It was a housewarming and
a rehearsal for more formal parties to come, where Grady would host the cast
and crew of his movie and production executives. But this one was casual – the tribe didn’t do formal well,
if at all – and it was a noisy group that gathered in the freshly manicured
grounds by the pool awaiting the appearance of their hosts. “They’ve been delayed, sirs,” Danny
announced, greeted by whoops and catcalls as everyone knew why. The exploits in the gym were common
knowledge almost as soon as they had ended, thanks to the efficient grapevine
fed and watered by the boys who had witnessed them. So when Grady and Mario appeared at last, freshly showered and
still shining in a bright afterglow, a great cheer went up and the two blushed
with embarrassment and pleasure. They
made sure that everyone had a drink in their hand, then Grady gave a short
speech of welcome, ending with a toast to “The Tribe!” Before they dived into the feast Mark stood up and took the
floor. As one of the most senior men,
the cop commanded huge respect in the tribe, not only for his natural authority
as a police officer but also for his stunning Greek-God looks. “I’m not gonna interrupt the festivities with a long speech,”
Mark smiled, “but on a special occasion like this I have to pay tribute to the
founders of this tribe, Randy and Bob.
Over time they have created an extraordinary group of men and boys and,
like most of you, I personally am in love with them both.” After a burst of enthusiastic cheers Mark resumed. “I also
happen to know that this is the anniversary of the day they first met on a
scorching hot day in a small, shabby bar at the scruffy end of Hollywood
Boulevard. And all this time later,
here they are still together, and here we are too thanks to them.” Through more cheers Mark continued, “Also, rumor has it that
later this afternoon they plan to slip away for their own private celebration. Not sure where they’re going, but I have a
fair idea of what they’ll be doing, and all I can say is, I wish to hell I was
a fly on the wall watching it.”
Mark sat down amid wild cheers and applause, and a slightly
overwhelmed Bob and Randy saluted their thanks.
As the party finally got under way Randy grinned at Bob and
quietly slipped him a scrap of paper.
“This is the surprise, buddy.
The address is here. It’s all
set, all arranged. All you have to do is dress
appropriately. I think you’ll know what
I mean.” Bob glanced at the paper and smiled. “Son of a bitch, I should have known. You know, you scare me Randy. You always have.” “That’s why you love me, big guy. It’s why we fell in love right from the
start. And it’s why you’ve got a boner
in your pants right now.” Bob grinned, “Fuck you, man.” **************************************** TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength” – Chapter 308