**So for now the Home and Away/Neighbours crossover has finished. I have ideas for both shows, but instead of starting new stories I'll continue this one and alternate between Summer Bay and Erinsborough focused chapters every so often. There may be more crossovers later on, I'll just have to see where it goes.
Chapter 5
The guys hadn't seen the last of Zannis - he'd been lurking in the bush watching...waiting...
Just as he'd seen VJ stumble away, he saw VJ return, looking like a sleepless sexed-up zombie fresh from Robbo's hammering while still recovering from the Morgan/Braxton/Brennan fuck off the night before. Everyone else had either left or were still sleeping, giving Zannis the all clear to make his move. His fantasy of pumping VJ full of viagra was just that: a fantasy, too lame to actually execute in reality. Despite being the biggest pusher from Summer Bay to the city, Zannis didn't need VJ to be drugged up to get what he wanted from him. Forgoing that step, he simply grabbed VJ and dragged him to his car on the other side of the bush.
Mamma Mia, here I go again... VJ thought to himself, his mind just about mush after the number of cocks that had fucked his brains out over the last 12 hours. Hey, what was one more?
Later on in the morning, a concerned Mason and Hunter went looking for VJ when he hadn't returned. They came across his lost jocks that fell off when Robbo kidnapped him. There was also a note laying on top of them:
Picked up by hot guy. Go without me. See you back home xx
Unknown to them, the note was actually written by Robbo. Robbo had nothing to do with Zannis, but as a fellow bad guy that had witnessed him taking VJ, he helped Zannis out by throwing VJ's mates off the scent.
"That's our VJ." Hunter laughed, unsuspecting.
"What about his stuff?" Mason asked.
"Do you really think he's gonna need it?" Hunter replied teasingly. "Look at you Mr I-Didn't-Bring-A-Shirt, you've gotten by with the same shorts for nearly a week."
Mason just playfully punched Hunter in the shoulder as Hunter stuffed VJ's jocks in his pocket. They'd keep VJ with them in spirit on the long drive home...
A few days later:
VJ was chained to a wall somewhere above Zannis' drug lab. The part of Zannis' fantasy that had become reality was he and his goons using VJ's cock like some kind of a cum faucet. Several times a day he was sucked, jerked, and expected to provide full flows on demand. But as hunky as he was, VJ was only human and before long his orgasms became dry, creating more pain than pleasure. The attention was too much, even for a slut like him. This enraged Zannis, who had nothing in his arsenal to induce semen.
Meanwhile, Ash heard about Zannis' latest attack on Brody. With the Morgan's unable to take Zannis down, Ash decided to play the hero once again and do the job himself. After helping with the likes of Gunno, this should have been a piece of cake. But an unarmed, unprepared Ash quickly found himself outnumbered and overpowered by Zannis and his thugs. Once they'd stripped and bound Ash, Zannis took him to where VJ was being held.
"Got you a little something to get the juices flowing again." Zannis taunted VJ as he bent Ash over an old crate and savagely fucked him in front of him. The sight and sound of Ash getting fucked so hard made VJ throb as a drop of precum formed on his piss slit.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck yeah...see that?" Zannis moaned as he exploded, deliberately firing his thick ropes of hot sticky lava all over Ash's back, making VJ see every last spurt in an attempt to inspire him to start shooting as plentifully again.
Tossing Ash aside like garbage, Zannis approached VJ and examined his cock, noticing the clear droplet. He then squeezed VJ's cock, turning the drop into a small trickle before bending down and licking it up.
"It's a start." Zannis snapped. He then whistled, calling for his goons. "You know what to do." He ordered as one by one their cocks sadistically abused Ash's hole. Despite their differences in the past, VJ didn't wish this humiliation on Ash. Yet he couldn't deny how much it turned him on. Just like Zannis' knifepoint rape of Brody captivated him and Hunter. VJ thought of himself as just a normal teenage boy having fun, not dirty and depraved. But he wasn't disgusted with himself for his maturing fetishes.
"You like it." Zannis smirked, seeing VJ's racing heart practically burst through his chest. VJ still needed all the stimulation he could get, and so Zannis flattened himself against VJ - his back to VJ's chest - and guided VJ's cock through his ass.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Zannis and VJ both moaned as Zannis erratically and erotically flopped like a fish back and forth against VJ in a kind of backwards fucking manoeuvre as his ass worked to extract VJ's simmering load.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...come on big boy...reward me with a big juicy load..." Zannis moaned as he gyrated his ass in circular motions, grinding VJ's cock in extreme pleasure.
Building up a sweat, Zannis slumped forward and rested his hands just above his knees, making him look like he was twerking with VJ's pole up his ass as he kept forcefully driving VJ through him.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh god...yessssssssssssssssssss...fuck...I'm gonna cum..." VJ announced. This caused Zannis to turn around and get on his knees as he opened his mouth for the incoming rapid.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." VJ moaned as his body channelled everything it had and projected a milky surge of sauce.
"Good boy." Zannis said, patting VJ's chest. He left but quickly returned with his knife to cut the rope binding Ash's wrists. But Ash wasn't being freed. Rather he was being prepared to be chained next to VJ.
"Damn it." VJ cursed to himself. Ash was his hope of escaping.
Once Ash was in place, Zannis left again. But it was only a matter of time before he returned, and who knew what danger they were in next.
"How are we gonna get through this?" VJ asked Ash.
"Like this..." Ash replied, reaching across to kiss VJ. Familiar lips were a slight comfort to each other as they physically communicated support. They knew trusting each other completely was their only chance...