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It was another late night in Port Charles, and Spencer found himself wandering the deserted alleys alongside the harbour. So much crime...so many shady deals...so much had taken place there at one time or another. If he were to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, he could be badly hurt and/or disappear without a trace. But what if he encountered someone or something hot? Within the fear of danger lay the possibility of excitement. He couldn't forget what happened last time, and he was cruising for another butt bruising.
As he casually strolled along lost in tantalising thought, he failed to see the other person headed his direction.
Bump!
"Spencer Cassadine." The man mused, his familiar voice commanding Spencer's attention. The Cassadine's, and especially young Spencer, had a not-so-stellar reputation. Especially where this man was concerned.
"Mr Cain." Spencer replied confidently, not displaying the slight apprehension he felt at the unknown of how this was going to play out: another lecture about his bratty ways? A rehash of his family's many evil deeds? Worse?
"You can call me Drew."
"OK...Drew." Spencer breathed an internal sigh of relief. Drew seemed in a friendly mood.
In that brief moment, Spencer was suddenly struck with desire. He had never considered Drew for his `straight guys to seduce' list, but the way he looked in the low, moody light: tall, chiseled features, perfect physique...woof! It wasn't just Spencer's hormones going into overdrive; Drew radiated with masculine sexiness.
"What are you doing out here? Does your father know where you are?" Drew asked, showing polite concern.
"The only daddy I'm interested in is standing right in front of me." Spencer replied, a mischievous expression crossing his face.
"What?" Drew was taken aback. "Spencer, are you drunk? You're not making any sense."
Of course Drew knew he was being propositioned, but he wasn't going to let on.
"No. But I can be. I can be anything you want." Spencer winked. "I can even be the perfect son. A replacement for Oscar. But better." Spencer tenderly stroked Drew's chest - fuck his hard muscles felt so good.
"Stop it! That's low, even for you." Drew spat, throwing Spencer's hands off him.
Spencer looked into Drew's blue eyes apologetically and Drew nodded in acceptance.
"I just can't believe I never noticed before - you are one sexy man. I can only imagine what you're packing down there..." Spencer grabbed Drew's package, unrelenting.
"Hypothetical - say I were drunk, you could totally take advantage of me."
"I'd never do that to you Spencer. Or anyone. I'm not some creep, and I'm not into other guys, sorry."
"You sure about that?" The distinguished accent of Victor Cassadine was unmistakable as he emerged from the shadows.
"What?! Of course I'm su..." but before Drew could get the last word out, Victor grabbed him and held a knife to his throat.
"If Spencer wants your cock, then your cock he shall have." Victor asserted. Drew had previously been conditioned to carry out Victor's orders at the flash of a tarot card, but since he'd been deactivated more drastic measures were needed.
"What the hell?!" Spencer was shocked, but played along, unable to pull himself away from the situation. Erotically entranced, he followed Victor as he marched Drew into another side alley.
"What are you waiting for - he's all yours." Victor beamed, still holding the knife to Drew's throat.
With a salacious glint in his eye, Spencer ripped Drew's shirt open with his bare hands; helping himself to Drew's hunky body. Drew knew better than to squirm, but he was enraged as Spencer yanked down his jeans and underwear, exposing his awakening cock.
Drew tried willing himself to not get hard, but it was no use as Spencer jerked him to full mast. With his cock rock hard and ready, Spencer fell to his knees as his mouth wrapped itself around Drew's dick; guiding it into a hot sea of saliva as he orally worshipped the 10" missile.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Drew moaned, his body defying him. He hated to admit it, but Spencer gave amazing head, and to stop now would be even more torturous.
"You haven't felt anything yet." Spencer grinned as Victor followed his lead and laid Drew on the ground while Spencer straddled him.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." both guys moaned as Spencer penetrated himself with Drew's pole, perfectly positioning it inside him as he began riding him.
"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...fuck that's amazing...." Drew moaned uncontrollably.
"Yeah...what woman's ever controlled your cock so well..."
Confident Drew wasn't going anywhere, Victor dropped the knife and stood watch as he menacingly observed the Cassadines' latest handiwork; victorious that Drew was yet again under their dominance. Disconcerting Drew's sexuality was better than any mind control scheme, and Spencer getting off was an added bonus. So much so that Victor's viper was straining in his pants.
Only one way to fix that Victor thought to himself as he pulled it out and started jerking off. But Victor wasn't one to do a favour for free.
"You wanted daddy dick, well here's some GRANDdaddy dick for you!" Victor sneered.
"You're not my granddad...are you?" Spencer asked.
"No...no currently. But you know how the Cassadine family tree changes." Victor's granddaddy reference related to his age, not familial relation.
Spencer took the hint and jerked Victor's tool while continuing to roughly ricochet his rear back and forth over Drew's dick.
"Yes, good boy..." Victor softy moaned...
Over the years Drew had endured physical and mental torment, and while he'd always been resilient he couldn't resist the urge to unleash his fiery, furious fuck-fluids into Spencer.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...TAKE THAT!....OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." Drew screamed, thrusting hard as he flooded Spencer's insides.
"Fuck..." Spencer moaned at the aftermath of Drew's ferocity. "Bet you've never cum so hard!"
Drew didn't respond but the grin on his face was the answer as Spencer leaned down and kissed him.
"Bet you'll never cum so hard either." Drew murmured in Spencer's ear.
"Well, that sounds like a challenge..." Victor declared as he and Spencer stood over Drew and soaked him in their semen, leaving him looking like he'd been in an accident at a glue factory.
"And the Cassadine's win again." Victor smirked. "I keep telling you, you're no match for us."
With that, Victor zipped his pants up and strode off.
"Don't tell your uncle, but I really needed that." Drew said as Spencer helped him to his feet. "Being held by that bastard for 2 years really makes a man horny."
"You didn't get any in all that time?! Not even with any of the guards?!"
2 sexless years was too much for Spencer to comprehend.
"As I said before, I'm not a creep. Besides, I was too busy trying to survive."
"If you want to make up for lost time I'm more than happy to help." Spencer winked.
"I'll bet. But we'll see." Drew said as he walked off too, leaving Spencer alone.
As he turned to leave, he was confronted by another figure in the shadows.
"No way. It can't be. I'm seeing things." Spencer said to himself.
Whether the figure was real or a figment of his imagination, he wasn't disappearing. He wasn't doing anything. Just standing there, dressed like something out of a Tom of Finland artwork.
"Luke? Is that you?" Spencer asked cautiously. But Luke just continued to look at him lewdly.
Spencer shook his head. Luke Spencer was an overrated, dirty old man. He'd never fantasised about him, and wasn't about to start now. He turned the other way, but there was Luke again.
"Payback's a bitch. Like you." Luke rasped.
Spencer had no idea what Luke was on about. Then it hit him...
He'd heard the stories about how Luke famously forced himself on his grandmother Laura in the 70's before they fell in love and married in one of the most memorable weddings in Port Charles history...
What just happened with Drew... although Drew came around in the end, Spencer, with Victor's help, forced him to fuck him...
Was history about to repeat itself as karma paid Spencer a visit?