Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction and implies nothing about the true sexuality / personal lives of the Neighbours actors featured in it. Their respective characters are property of the Channel 11 Australia and Freemantle Media.
Aaron blamed himself for Tom Quill's death. If he was honest with himself, he needed more than just to talk it out with Nate; he needed his boyfriend back, especially for sexual comfort. But he refused to let Nate back into his life after he randomly disappeared for months then became the last to know he'd returned. He could have crawled back into bed with any of the hunks in Erinsborough, but the next best thing to Nate he needed was an escape; and that meant losing himself in someone new...someone that didn't know anything about him whom he could fuck without judgement.
Racked with guilt and torment, Aaron acted impulsively when he saw the perfect guy matching his needs: the mysterious John Doe. Before he knew what he doing, Aaron found himself preying upon the stud, ready to take advantage of his amnesia...confuse him to use him...
"There you are babe, I've been looking for you everywhere!" Aaron said as he squeezed John's package.
"Ummmmm...do I know you?" John replied, bewildered.
"Oh you. Don't play dumb. It's me. Aaron. Your boyfriend. Remember?"
"I don't remember anything sorry...I don't even know my own name. Wait - I'm gay?"
"You sure are." Aaron grinned as he kissed a shocked John. For John the kiss was interesting, yet something about it didn't feel right. But right now Aaron seemed like his only lead to recovering his identity, so he played along.
"So...um...babe...what's my name?"
"As if you don't know your name. Whats with this silly game your playing?" Aaron laughed. Then he turned serious. "You really don't remember, do you? Come on, lets get you home. We can work on getting your memory back there. And by the way, your name is Spencer. Spencer Harrington."
"Well that's better than plain old John. Or Michael, like this Paige chick kept trying to call me."
"What the fuck?! What's going on?! Why am I tied up?!" Spencer screamed as he awoke to find himself naked and tied to Aaron's bed.
"Relax babe. It's ok. It's our thing. You love it. Look at how hard you are. Now...let's keep working on your memory." Aaron said before taking Spencer's steel pipe down his lying throat, hotly sucking the sexy stranger.
"No. NO! STOP!" Spencer yelled.
"Why?" Aaron demanded. "Don't you like your cock being sucked?"
"Yes. No. I don't know. It feels strange. I think it's coz you're a dude. I don't remember being into guys."
"Well that's easily fixed." Aaron said angrily as he blindfolded Spencer. "There! I can be anyone you want now."
"Mmmmmmmm...ohhhhhhhhhhhhh...." Spencer moaned, relaxing as Aaron resumed molesting his meat.
"Is it coming back to you yet?" Aaron asked Spencer.
"No."
"Maybe this will help." Aaron said, pushing Spencer's legs wide apart and bending them back, preparing to use his own method of `shock therapy'.
"ARGH! FUCK!" Spencer cried in pain as Aaron jabbed him with his ginormous junk.
"Shhh...it's been a while...you just need to get used to the feeling again..." Aaron said calmly, kissing Spencer as he continued to slowly slide his snake into him; physically gentle, but mentally aggressive as he violated Spencer's v-card from him.
Fuck....uhhhhhhhhh...ahhhhhhhhhhhh.....ohhhhhhhhhhhhh." Spencer moaned. It was still uncomfortable for Spencer...unnatural even...yet at the same time he couldn't help but gradually warm up to the idea of having his insides invaded as Aaron's shlong seduced him into Stockholm syndrome...
Aaron was eventually able to build up force and speed without protest from Spencer.
"Ohhhhhhhhh...yeah....if you can take me long enough until I cum I'll give you a treat." Aaron moaned.
Spencer zoned out, putting up with the raging rod ripping through him as he awaited his surprise. After what felt like forever, Aaron finally unplugged his penis from Spencer's socket and moved it into his mouth; making it full of fuck fluid as he utterly unloaded. Spencer had no choice but to swallow Aaron's sea of semen; deciding it was an acquired taste. But with his cave clear of cum, Spencer sucked on Aaron's sausage; savouring the meat itself.
"Tell me that wasn't my treat." Spencer said.
"No. This is." Aaron said as he straddled Spencer and started roughly riding his 9" rod.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh....OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." Spencer moaned in excited pleasure. Aaron's tight hole was like an even better version of pussy; something he never imagined was possible until now. He was definitely up for more of this.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK YEAH....I'M GONNA PLEASURE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU..." Aaron moaned as he dictated Spencer's dick, deciding how fast and hard he wanted to drill himself with his prisoner's pole.
"YEAH...YOU DO THAT...KEEP GOING...PLEASURE THE SHIT OUT OF ME HOT STUFF...MAKE ME REMEMBER YOU!!!"
Spencer had been cooped up in hospital for so long, having his cock's cravings ignored, that he soon felt his cum cooking as his cock crescendoed to its creamy conclusion.
It was Aaron that almost passed out from pleasure as he collapsed, uncontrollably throwing himself down against Spencer as they pantingly, passionately kissed.
"So..anything?" Aaron asked, already knowing the answer.
"Still nothing. I just know how much I love my cock in your hot ass. That was fucking hot fun."
"Well...that's something." Aaron grinned wickedly.
"Maybe we need to get out again. Take me somewhere else...somewhere we used to go or something."
"I don't think so." Aaron said. "I've just got you back...I want you all to myself."
As Spencer slept, Aaron secretly installed a padlock on his door. Besides him, no-one was coming in, and no-one was going out...