Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction and implies nothing about the true sexuality / personal lives of the Home and Away actors featured in it. Their respective characters are property of the Seven Network, Australia.
This chapter is based on the rumour upcoming character Tank is Brax's long lost son. The show confirmed it's false, but this is my story so my rules lol
VJ gave Tank a fowl look as the new bad boy in town sat beside him. VJ had come to the grassy surroundings of the lighthouse to escape the shunning the entire town was giving him - word had spread about his involvement with James, and everyone blamed him for causing Alf's heart attack. Was there nowhere else in the bay for Tank to hang out?!
"Hey..." Tank said, trying to break the ice. VJ ignored him. "Fine. Be like that. You're just some faggoty slut anyway."
"Yeah? Well there's no way your Brax's son. He'd never have created a creep like you!"
"Shut up! What would you know about my dad? About anything?"
"Heaps. I know so much about him I can even tell you how big his dick was...how awesome it felt when he fucked me with it...how amazing his ass felt when I fucked him back!"
Tank turned red with anger, grabbing VJ by the scruff of the neck as he raised his fist, preparing to punch him.
Although VJ felt he had nothing else to lose, he didn't want his beautiful face bashed up. Being the proud slut he was, he knew just how he was getting out of this situation.
"I bet big cocks run in the family." VJ said, attempting to seduce Tank.
"Yeah, they do. Mine's probably bigger though." Tank replied in a brief moment of weakness that quickly ended. "But that doesn't mean you and my dad fucked. You're going to pay for talking shit about him like that!!" Tank snarled as he pulled VJ to his feet and began dragging him forcefully back towards the lighthouse.
Once inside, tank pulled a rope from his pocket and bound VJ's wrists before trying them to a railing.
"Arrrrrrgh!" VJ let out a low scream as Tank rammed his dry, unlubricated 9" steel rod into him. VJ felt as if a stick of sandpaper had been shoved up his ass; clearly Tank's intention as he punished the mouthy whore.
"Want me to stop?" Tank asked VJ tauntingly.
VJ shook his head. If he could handle 3 cocks in him he could endure this. He wasn't about to give Tank the satisfaction of admitting defeat.
"I didn't think so." Tank snickered.
But then Tank stopped anyway; his cock feeling like it was getting rubbed raw.
VJ sighed in relief as Tank torpedoed into him again, his tool now coated in a thick layer of cool, soothing lube.
"May as well make the most of you, slut."
"Ohhhhhhhh.....oh fuck...." VJ moaned as Tank slammed into him hard and fast; so much so that VJ was sure Tank was trying to force his cock up his ass and out through his mouth. It was rough sex at its best; whether or not Tank was Brax's son he shared Brax's animalism.
"Sounds like you're enjoying that too much, slut. Better do something about that!" Tank said as he untied VJ from the railing and shoved him to his knees.
Before VJ had a chance to catch his breath he felt Tank's pole plummeting down his throat. Again, VJ felt as if the dominating jerk was was trying to push his fucker so far down him it would come back out his ass again.
"That's it you little cock-sucking slut...suck it good...make me cum so fucking much you choke!" Not that VJ had much choice as Tank aggressively fed VJ his fat meat. VJ's face was red and hot as he worked hard to keep up the pace; yet was so turned on by how good Tank tasted.
Tank didn't consider himself gay; and although he never met Brax he was sure no father of his was gay either. However, his treatment of VJ was just a cover for the wild desire he felt for his fellow outcast.
"Ohhhhhh....OHHHHHHHHH!!! Prepare to drown, slut!" Tank screamed in ecstasy as his hot, creamy load flowed like a white chocolate fondue fountain, smothering the sides of VJ's windpipe as it flowed down him continuously.
VJ felt lucky he had enough experience to handle such a massive milkshake; guzzling the juice like a pro. Tank really hadn't made him suffer that much. Yet at the same time, VJ was spent; laying on the ground breathless.
"You don't think I'm finished with you yet, do you?" Tank laughed.
"Fuck, what else you gonna do to me?" VJ asked wearily.
Tank lifted VJ by the legs and bent him until his rock hard cock was merely centimetres away from his mouth.
"You're gonna suck your own cock!" Tank replied, holding VJ in place as VJ moved his head closer to his cock and began to self-suck. VJ didn't even know he was capable of doing so; he scored so many other cocks he'd never felt the need to try sucking himself.
"Hahahahahaha! You're even sluttier than everyone says!" Tank laughed. "You like sucking your own cock?!"
VJ didn't dignify that with a response, but he was enjoying it. VJ loved himself so much this was the ultimate worship. More than ever he knew why everyone was so keen to suck him; finding out first hand just how great his cock tasted.
"You better swallow your own load!" Tank ordered.
"Mmmmmmm...ommmmmmm...." VJ moaned as he self-sauced himself; his thick, white hunk-honey flooding down his throat.
"Oh my god you actually did it." Tank said. "Man I wish I filmed that. I'd love to post that shit online! Bet all the faggots in this shithole would get off on it!"
Tank watched as VJ went over the cliff and plunged into the ocean...
Was that VJ's final fuck? Is this how the story ends? Was VJ's fall off the cliff an accident? Suicide? Or did Tank, regretting his sodomy, push him? I'll let you guys know soon ;)