YOUNG & RESTLESS MEN 01 by Jon Royale February 2016
This story is a "tweaked" version of the original, posted here in March 2000, depicting what might have happened on our favorite daytime drama if graphic homoeroticism were permitted. It was this author's second attempt at erotic writing. Over the past sixteen years, with multiple stories posted both here and elsewhere, JRoyale believes he has improved his craft and desired to "clean up" some mis-steps in this debut of this series. The characters depicted herein are owned by CPT Holdings; the images portrayed in no way imply anything about the sexual orientation of the actors who portray them. Copyright is retained by the author.
The overpowering aroma of musky incense lifted Brad Carlton from the depths of unconsciousness. It was a battle to force his heavy eye lids open, but finally the long dark lashes parted and Brad found himself looking up into the dull light of a bare bulb dangling from the shadowed ceiling. He blinked heavily and, attempting to shake off the grogginess, rolled his head slowly from side to side. It was then he noticed the barrenness of the small, darkened cubicle he occupied. The walls of the room appeared to be made of solid steel and there were no windows. Managing to lift his head, Brad peered ahead through the semi-darkness and was stunned to see long vertical bars separating this room from an outer chamber from which the intoxicating incense emanated. In each corner of the tiny room, mounted high up by the ceiling and directed down at him, were surveillance cameras. In total, the place resembled an old wartime army bunker which had been transformed into a cell---and he was the prisoner!
Attempting to move his aching arms, Brad was stunned to realize that his wrists were restrained near the sides of his head. With his startled movement came a swinging sensation, as though he were floating in air! As his head continued to clear, Brad could see he was ensconced in some weird contraption attached to the beams above him by lengths of thick chain. It resembled a hammock----only different.
A cool draft tickled his nether regions and Brad became aware that he'd been stripped of his clothes.. Looking down passed rising pecs, rippled abdominals and flaccid penis, Brad saw he was attached to this---this sling----not only by his arms, but also his lower body. His muscular thighs were stretched wide apart on each side by leather stirrups. In fact, the entire device was made of black leather and chains. And here he lay, naked, helpless and trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey.
Bradley's confused mind rapidly reviewed events of the past few months. He had returned to Genoa City formulating an unlikely alliance with Jack Abbott to overtake powerhouse Newman Enterprises. Their plan was successful until the presumed-dead Victor Newman returned to town. All hell had broken loose. Newman reclaimed his company and Brad managed to maneuver a deal which kept him under the Newman umbrella until his recent resignation. And then there was his affair with Newman's lonely neglected wife. Newman. Newman. Victor Newman!
Yes, that was it! A summons from the wealthy and powerful Victor Newman had brought Bradley out to the Newman ranch. He insisted that Brad join him in a glass of exotic-tasting wine as he played one of his verbal cat-and-mouse games. Brad recalled thinking how curious Nikki's absence was just before an overwhelming uncomfortable flush enveloped his long, lean body. Loosening his tie, Brad suddenly found it difficult to swallow. Victor's voice sounded as though it were coming from a long hollowed tunnel. And then he was losing consciousness...
The bastard had drugged him! It had been a cleverly calculated plan by the vindictive Victor to lure Brad to the ranch and submit him to some new twisted humiliation! Brad cursed himself for having fallen into the trap. He should have kept his distance from the man, just as everyone had suggested, when Victor learned of his torrid affair with Mrs. Newman. Confrontation with Victor had become a game of one-upmanship over the years. And now Victor was playing the ultimate game of revenge: drugging his nemesis, stripping him bare, and tying him up in a makeshift prison. Probably watching through those cameras at this very moment. The warped tycoon must have finally gone over the edge!
The deafening silence was broken as a bolt was thrown back in a heavy door at the end of the hallway. The door creaked purposefully open, then closed, and the sound of heavy footsteps approached. Forcing his head up, Brad looked between his spread, muscular thighs as Victor Newman came slowly into view. The insufficient light bulb cast eerie shadows across the weathered face of Newman, whose coal black eyes bore into the naked body dangling before him.
"Newman, you bastard!" Brad shouted. "Untie me NOW!"
There was only silence from the other man as Newman continued to stare through the thick bars, observing his prey and calculatin his next move.
The muscles in Brad's arms flexed as he shook the chains binding him, causing the leather hammock to rock violently. "Do you hear me, Newman? Get me out of this thing!"
Victor's head tilted backward slightly in a gesture of superiority as he slowly and evenly responded, "I think I like you right where you are, Bradley Carlton."
"Have you gone crazy?" Brad shrieked. "This is abduction... imprisonment...."
"Humiliation?" Victor continued for him. "Yes, I think humiliation is in order here. Perhaps a humiliation to equal the one you bestowed upon me when you stole my wife."
"I didn't steal your wife," Brad spat back. "You neglected and deserted your wife. I was there to offer her comfort, support and love."
Victor's anger boiled, causing his German accent to become more pronounced. "You filled her mind with all sorts of notions! You stripped me of my dignity! You belittled me to the woman I love! You tested my masculinity! And now Bradley, old boy, it is my opportunity to return that favor."
A key turned in the lock of the rusty doorway and suddenly Victor was inside the cubicle, a few feet from the imprisoned man. Their eyes met---Victor's cruel and vengeful; Brad's angry and challenging. His nostrils flared wildly and his strong naked chest heaved as reinforced adrenalin coursed through his body. Newman would not win this time; he would not let him.
Victor openly took stock of his victim. Bradley was, indeed, a handsome mid-thirties buck with dark, Mediterranean looks. His thick, almost black hair was styled short on the sides and fuller on top. Dark brows hooded deep hazel eyes, casting interesting shadows over his high cheekbones. As the younger man swallowed deeply, the Adam's apple bobbed provocatively in his throat and drew attention to the solid pectorals rising and falling with each heaving breath. With his arms secured backwards, bicep muscles bulged and threatened to shatter the chains confining them. Victor noticed the flatness of the younger man's belly, the smoothness of his tanned skin, the fine hair that covered his strong legs, and finally his eyes focused upon the center of Brad's masculinity. There it was before him: the penis which had penetrated Victor's beloved wife. It complimented the rest of the young stud's body. Limp, it hung down between Bradley's spread thighs at about six inches and appeared to have a healthy-sized girth. Obviously Brad Carlton spent a great deal of time in the executive gymnasium to have sculpted his body to such perfection. He must be the envy of every man there. And the ultimate conquest of many a fair maiden......the latest being Nikki Newman.
Brad was frozen by Victor's solid gaze, his own mind wondering what was going on inside Newman's deranged head. The older man appeared to be appraising him, much as he might when purchasing a new stallion for his stables. Brad felt terribly uncomfortable, but resolved not to let Victor know lest he have the upper hand, and met his stare with a fierce determination.
It was Victor who made the next move. Reaching down to hook the hem of the turtleneck with both thumbs, he hoisted the sweater up his torso and overhead, exposing his chest. Brad couldn't help but take stock of his adversary. Whereas Carlton had a gym-toned body, the older Victor's musculature came from years of hard work at the ranch. Combined with nightly shadow-boxing sessions out in the tack room, Victor Newman sported a hard, firm body. Although the millionaire must be approaching sixty, he had the physique of a forty-year-old athlete. When he was much younger Brad had admired older men who maintained their bodies, and now a perfectly fine specimen stood before him in the form of his worst enemy. Brad swallowed nervously, his rationalization becoming confused.
Reaching to his slacks, Victor unfastened the waistband, then grasped the shiny zipper and yanked it downwards. With both hands, he peeled the pants from his hips and slid them from his strong thighs. Standing erect, Victor came nearer to his captive, easing in between the adulterous man's spread thighs. Brad's breath caught in his throat when he saw the weapon dangling between Newman's legs. No wonder the old coot had so many young wives. The thick club hanging from the tycoon's groin had to be between eight and nine inches long! The bulbous head of his cock looked like an oversized golf-ball. Huge elephant balls drooped below his spectacular equipment, which was nestled in a furry salt-and-pepper pubic patch.
"Now you see a real man, Bradley," Victor's deeply accented voice droned. "Unlike your Golden Boy gymnasium-manufactured physique. Yours is lovely for the ladies to look at, but mine is what they desire. You got that?"
I can certainly see your point, Bradley wanted to say. Instead he retorted with mock indignation, "You're an old man, Newman! A sick old man! Nikki wants me----a young, vital man---not you!"
Victor cocked an eyebrow. "You want to know what I think of your overrated youth? Of your narcissistic beauty? I will show you exactly how Victor Newman respects those things."
With that he hefted his heavy horse cock up into his hand, pointing it directly towards Bradley's muscle-clad torso. Brad couldn't help but examine the thick slit in the huge head of the other man's dong. To his surprise, the piss-slit stretched open and a stream of hot, yellow urine shot out to strike him square on the chest.
"What the-----" It was all me managed to say before the steady stream of man piss shot into his mouth. Reflexively gulping, Brad swallowed the hot yellow liquid before pursing his lips tightly together to avoid further intrusion. Victor continued bathing the younger man's body in his stored urine, watching excitedly as the piss cascaded in rivulets across the lines of Bradley's six-pack abdominal muscles, pooling in the indentation of his navel before draining down the sides of his tight hips. He positioned the angry stream to strike the cock which had entered his wife on many an occasion. As the hot piss slammed against Bradley's penis and trickled down over his dangling nuts to cascade through the crack of his ass, Victor noticed the other cock begin to dance.
Brad couldn't contain the stirring in his loins. He was both repulsed and exhilarated by this golden shower at the hands of Victor Newman. His arch-enemy had reached the end of his rope and was now attempting to humiliate Brad in the most degrading of fashions. But these perverse barbarian acts were having the opposite effect. In truth, he wished for Victor to aim his hose towards his lips once again. This time he wouldn't close them, but would stretch his jaws wide and become Victor's personal urinal. He would allow the man's hot piss to fill the cavity of his mouth before swallowing the heavy load down into his belly. How he longed to feel the warmth of Victor's piss sloshing around inside him. He would drink from that cock until his bladder had been emptied, catching the final tangy drops from that wide piss slit with the tip of his thirsty tongue.
But Victor's stream of piss had waned down to a thin dribble. He snapped the last few drops from the thick helmet of his gargantuan cock and watched them land on Bradley's tight, wet torso. Standing back, he observed the result of his piss bath and was secretly satisfied that he had emptied his bladder all over the naked young stud who had defiled his wife. The satisfaction of, quite literally, pissing on his worst enemy was a form of ultimate gratification.
"YOU SONOFABITCH!" Bradley shouted, drawing Newman from his reverie. "YOU'RE SICK! YOU'RE TWISTED! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!" Brad knew he was convincing. He was telling Victor exactly what he'd expected to hear--- but privately he wanted to shout for MORE....MORE....MORE!!!!!
Newman's mouth twisted in a self-satisfied grin at Carlton's verbal onslaught. Reaching into the small carrying case tucked away on the floor beneath the sling, Victor extracted one of his toys and held in up for Bradley's observation. It appeared to be a small length of thinly linked chain and a closer inspection revealed two clamps, one on each end, which Victor pressed open between his thumb and forefinger---then allowed to snap shut with an audible click. Brad watched in puzzlement as the naked man leaned over his body and reached for the stiff left quarter-sized nipple. Swiftly, he attached one end of the chain to the brown hardened nipple, steel teeth digging cruelly into Brad's flesh. A cry of pain shot from his lips as Victor repeated the process to the sensitive stiffer perched atop the other solid pec. When the device was in place Victor stood back, crossing muscular arms over his chest, and reveled in his nemesis' discomfort.
Brad's chest suddenly felt as though it was on fire! The sharp teeth from the steel clamps pierced into the flesh surrounding each nipple, pulling the prominent buds outwards. A deep heat spread through the underlying muscles of each pectoral and enveloped the entire area. Brad thrashed about in the confines of the sling but his frantic movements only served to upset the chain lying loosely in the valley below his mountainous pecs. As the chain slid to the right it pulled heavily on the left clamp; as it slid to the left, it caused injury to the right. Brad rolled his head from side to side, his body tensed, unsure if he could take the titty torture.
Shooting his head up to look at his captor, Brad shouted, "YOU'RE A SADIST, NEWMAN! I'LL SEE YOU IN JAIL FOR THIS!"
Victor smiled amusedly. Balancing himself by grasping the chains which secured Bradley's arms, Victor learned over the young Adonis' body and brought his face close to the other man's. His hot breath wafted across Brad's lips, as he whispered deeply. "But you are the prisoner, dear Bradley."
Brad responded by spitting heavily into Victor's lined face. The other man winced noticeably, shutting his eyes for a moment. But when they reopened the darkness in his twin sockets made Brad cold with fear. The older man's right hand came down and reached between their bodies to take hold of the length of chain. Brad's breath caught in his throat as he watched the gob of his saliva drip from Victor's square, shaven chin, knowing what the man had in store for him. Lifting his strong arm backwards, his hand wrapped around the links, Victor pulled the contraption away from Brad's prone body causing the clamps secured to those big brown tits to pull the tortured nipples up and away from his pectorals. Brad watched in horror as his buds were stretched out to grotesque proportions, the steel clamps threatening to rip them from his chest. Gritting his teeth, Brad released a scream from down in his throat. The veins at his temples bulged and his dark eyes rolled back in their sockets.
And his dick was now a rock hard eight inches and leaking pre-cum!
Upstairs, in the main house, a key turned in the lock of the front door and the young man entered the Newman home. A quick inspection of the lower level failed to reveal any other presence, so he bounded up the familiar steps to search the bedrooms. There was still no sign of life anywhere in the house, but the cars parked out front meant that Victor and Brad Carlton were somewhere on the ranch.
Worried, the young man wiped his strong brow with the palm of his hand. He knew full well of the vendetta between these two men and feared what might have happened. He was about to head downstairs and inspect the outer premises---perhaps they had gone to the tack room to duke it out---when he spied a door at the end of the hall open by a crack. Advancing on the door, he pushed it open with one quivering hand and entered the private study of Victor Newman.
He had never been in the room before; it was off limits even to the butler, Miguel, and was always securely locked. The room looked much like Victor's Newman Enterprises office, except for the console set back in one of the walls. Four monitors were mounted on the wall above a bevy of complicated-looking switches and buttons. The equipment appeared to be dated. The young man was unaware of surveillance cameras on the Newman property but considered it his lucky break. Perhaps through use of the cameras, he could locate the two battling men and thwart potential trouble. Pressing the "power" button, he sat back in a lush leather seat while the monitors slowly came to life.
The scene with which he was confronted caused the man to jolt forward in his seat. There on all monitors, from four different angles, were Brad and Victor. The young man's eyes widened as he watched a nude Victor yank the chain attached to Carlton's nipples. Perusing the control board he located volume control and, turning the knob, became privy to Brad's tortured cries. Swallowing hard, his eyes came into contact with a package of recordable DVDs. Fumbling with the container, he tore one disc free, inserted it into the nearby recorder and pressed the "record" control. The machine whirred into life, recording the man play taking place in that secret room situated somewhere in the bowels of the Newman home. Incredulous, the observer sat back in the chair, his hands involuntarily resting in his throbbing crotch.
Victor released the chain and stepped back from his prey. Brad was panting heavily and a virtual river of perspiration flowed from every pore of his hunky body. His tits had been taken to a place beyond pain; a place Bradley would never have thought possible. Never in his life had be been manhandled in such a fashion, and the experience was exhilarating! Those hard angry nubs had become the focal point of his body---twin pinpoints of pain and pleasure. He wanted to reach out and roughly twist those clamps, restoring the animal lust which had pervaded his body at Victor Newman's avenging hands. Yanking at the wrist restraints, he begged to be released from the bonds that held him in place.
"I think you're enjoying this far too much," Victor groveled, eyeing the younger man's throbbing prick. Raising his strong arm, he brought it down with open palm to angrily slap Brad's hardness and then caught the cock backhanded on his return swing. Brad writhed helplessly in the confines of the leather sling. This man whom he hated so much was threatening to turn him into a greedy whore begging for more attention. He cherished the feel of Victor's strong hand, slapping his manhood as if it were a bouncing buoy. His gorgeous eight inch meat was turning an angry red and pulsed as if threatened to explode. Victor was going to beat the cum out of him if this continued much longer! HARDER, he wanted to shout, HARDER, YOU OLD FUCK, but knew that his enjoyment was not what motivated Newman.
All at once Victor stopped, gave the tit chain one quick pull, and reached down again into his box of goodies. Brad watched with anticipation as the man produced a jar of some clear gel. Scooping a hefty amount from the container, he slapped it onto Carlton's exposed ass and smeared it around the entrance to his hairless hole. With his thighs restrained back and feet up in the air, Brad's bunghole was fair game for Victor's assault. He roughly massaged the cool jelly around the tight glutes and slopped it down into the moist crevice that housed Brad's virgin manhole. Bradley held his breath watching Newman's hairy arm work on his private area, releasing it in a gasp when Victor unexpectedly thrust a fat finger into his hole. Victor turned and twisted his forefinger in the tight ass of the GQ-model executive manacled in front of him. His wrist rotating in semi-circular motions, literally screwing the tight sphincter which clamped down on his thick digit.
Brad's lust-lazed eyelids fluttered shut and a deep moan emanated from his throat. He was being finger-fucked by the wealthiest, most influential man in the state of Wisconsin. His rectum sucked at Victor's invading finger, prompting the older man to slip his middle digit in alongside the wet forefinger. Bradley's lips parted and a deep sigh filled the room as two heavy fingers probed in his expanding shitter.
If only Nikki could see him now, Victor thought. Her knight in shining armor was practically in the throes of orgasm as another man manipulated his whoring body. Far from an unintelligent man, Victor had sensed Brad's staged reluctance almost from the moment the stud swallowed his urine. Now it was a test of seeing exactly how far he could go with the man before he reached Bradley's breaking point----and then he would move in for the kill!
A third beefy finger punctured its way past Bradley's loosened ass lips and joined its brothers in scooping up the walls of his anus. Victor circled the three fingers around the muscle-clad hunk's rubbery ass mouth, holding the thick lips of his shit-tube wide open. Bradley's voice box reverberated with a steady groan, which turned into a shout when Victor formed four long fat fingers into a cone and dipped them deep into Bradley's Hershey Highway. He screwed those digits in and out of the tight stud hole, watching Bradley's face crease into a grimace, providing him with incentive to forge ahead.
Withdrawing totally from the dark cavern, Victor dove his hand into the lubricant container and smeared it from knuckle to wrist. Wide-eyed, Brad gulped heatedly and decided he had better reinforce his performance.
"DON'T YOU TOUCH ME! I'LL HAVE YOU ON CHARGES OF FORCED RAPE, YOU COLD-HEARTED BASTARD!"
Victor chuckled. "Stop pretending, Bradley. Your lips tell lies, as usual." And with that he took hold of a small glass vial, removed the top with this even white teeth, and slipped it under Bradley's nose. Brad inhaled deeply of the amyl, which sent him into a suspended state of euphoria. Victor leaned into him, stuffing himself into the man's asshole past the knuckles and buried to the wrist. Brad's sexy body squirmed deliciously beneath Victor as he twisted his big hand inside the smooth channel, thick fingers tracing the walls of Brad's tight pussy. The hot little muscle stud cooed like a schoolgirl under his ministrations.
Unwilling to allow Brad's bliss to continue, Victor spread more joy jelly along the length of his corded forearm. Pushing into the inviting hole in a screwing motion, Victor sunk half of his forearm into the taut ass. Bradley could feel his ass lips expand to unexpected proportions as they accommodated the welcome intrusion of Victor Newman's arm-cock. He had an erotic sense of fullness in his bowels and began to rock the harness so as to impale himself deeper onto the mighty arm of Newman. Between Newman's continued driving and Bradley's eager acceptance, the older man was soon buried up to his elbow!
Victor Newman, who controlled business empires and was acquainted with local politicians and State Senators, felt a strange new sense of power as his arm was embedded in the warm velvet glove-like confines of his wife's lover. It no longer mattered that he exact revenge upon the man. Bradley had become his willing sex slave and would, from this day forward, grovel at the great man's feet for just one more moment with the Great One.
Slowly removing his arm until just the fingers remained, Victor abruptly plunged forward and embedded himself deep into the sex slut's bowels. Time and again he arm-fucked Brad's hole, each time harder and more determined than the last until he was punch-fucking the man pussy. Brad inhaled of the amyl Victor supplied and rollicked in the unbridled heat of the moment. His ass was plugged again and again as Victor filled him beyondlimit, fisting his tortured ass with wild abandon. His hard cock bounced wildly as his balls churned with lust-awakened juice. The hard biceps of Victor Newman's arm were even more pronounced as he repeatedly dove into the warm asshole. Sweat dripped from his brow, slid down the bridge of his nose and nestled in the thickness of his graying mustache. His eyes were crazed with lust and vengeance.
In the darkened study, illumination from the four monitors cast upon the body of the man laying back in the large comfortable chair. His necktie was loosened, the buttons of his shirt undone and his T-shirt rolled up past his pectorals, while his slacks and underwear lay huddled around his hairy ankles. His tight ass squirmed on the leather seat as he stroked his beefstick while watching the fist fuck session going on in the basement. He held onto his ten-incher with both hands, beating it furiously while volcanic pre-cum oozed out of the fat piss-slit, lubricating the fat shaft. Licking his lips he zeroed in on the unexpected scene being played out in front of him by the unlikeliest of duos.
He nearly cratered at what he saw next. Victor Newman, who had been squatting between Bradley's thighs up until now, stood and arm-fucked Brad from an upright angle. His idle hand reached down his own body and drew the attention of both voyeur and participant to the crotch of the older man.
The young man watching the monitors froze in his tracks, hand clutching the base of his own ample dick, as his jaw dropped wide.
Protruding upward at a provocative angle from the dense pubic forest of Victor Newman's crotch was the most enormous cock either of these young men had ever seen. The one-eyed monster stood tall and proud, twelve fat and bulging inches from crown to base. The thick cord running down the undersize of the spectacular prick was as wide as one of the busy fingers which rummaged around in Brad's butt. A network of pronounced veins criss-crossed the entire girth of Newman's weapon, haphazardly forming a disjointed trail upwards towards the enlarged baseball-sized helmet of the great man's cock. Thick, clear semen leaked from the wide piss slit, dangling precariously in mid-air befor dropping onto the cold floor.
Brad's eyes shot wide open, whether from amazement at the spectacular specimen or from the heavy pounding his bowels were taking, he wasn't quite sure. On the intake, Newman formed his fingers into a cone, slowly sliding in and turning his palm upwards as his large forearm screwed young Carlton. Once embedded to the curve of his elbow, Victor clenched his big hand into a fist, causing his arm to expand. Bradley let out a pained sigh and bit into his lower lip as the arm was steadily withdrawn, the tightened fist busting out of his hole. Without losing a beat, Newman punched into the hole again, losing his hand up to the wrist before yanking it out again...and again....and again.
Just when Brad thought he could take no more, Newman extracted his hand from the well-greased cavern and began to stroke his mighty cock, smearing lubricant along the length of his shaft. It took both big hands to coat his vein-covered member. Brad marveled at the amount of pre-cum continuing to ooze from the gargantuan head of Victor's virile prick. For an old man, the business tycoon exhibited more stamina that most men his age.
"You tried to steal my company," he said with shortened breath. "You stole my wife. You fucked with me, Bradley. Now I fuck you."
Positioning his fat wet head against the pooched out lips of Bradley's manhole, Victor thrust. In one swift movement, the bulbous knob pierced the sphincter muscle and twelve hard fat inches slammed into the stud's guts. Brad fell back against the sling, eyes closed, as he felt the hot cock throbbing within him. Victor gradually withdrew his massive length from the love tunnel until just his head remained confined---and then thrust the thick fucker back in. His big cum-filled balls slapped wetly against Brad's buttocks and his coarse grey hairs tickled the insides of the younger man's thighs. Again and again he plunged into the hot, inviting virgin manpussy, the velvety softness of Brad's rectal walls massaging his invading poker.
Happily impaled on the thrusting rod, Brad locked eyes with the older man and snarled, "Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me like I fucked your wife! Make me beg for it just like Nikki did!"
Brad's words produced the desired effect. Incensed at the image of his wife and this sex puppy making love, Victor fucked with a renewed frenzy. The sling rocked wildly as he bucked against the tightly-toned body of his rival. Brad opened his ass to accept each ferocious thrust and tightened his inner muscles as Victor attempted to pull back. Both men panted heavily, mad with animal desire.
The gigantic prick felt almost as thick as Newman's arm as it continued its assault on Brad's sex-slicked shitter. His stretched ass took the battering like a seasoned pro. Victor's body was bathed in dripping sweat, his hair a tangle of damp locks. He licked out at his lips, tasting the salty residue from his body, and concentrated on the squirming hot glove which caressed his fearless pecker.
Relentlessly he plunged into the depths of the other man's asshole, his cockshaft ramming home with each deliberate thrust. Inch after inch of thick dick massaged Bradley's tender insides, sending him into a long steady stream of "o-oo-oooh"'s and "aahhhhhhh"'s. The bulging veins of the angry cockshaft tickled his membranes and brought Bradley beyond the point of return.
His body tensed and began to shake as a series of spasms rocked his cock-stuffed body. Eyes squeezed tightly shut, teeth clenched, Brad's healthy eight incher began to shoot wads of heavy cream, depositing streams of jizz over his magnificent pecs and smooth torso. His breath came in short, loud, desperate gasps as Victor continued to pound him through the ultimate in orgasm.
The tight clenching of Brad's ass as he went through the throes of release took their toll on Victor. His nostrils flaring, even teeth gnashing together, Newman thrust deeply into the bucking asshole and unloaded his pent-up semen. Shot after shot of hot cum erupted from his sensitive glans, coating Bradley's insides. It seemed as though he would never stop gushing love juice. Bradley heightened the sensation by flexing his inner muscles and, in effect, milked the glorious cock which had given him such pleasure.
With his thick meat still embedded in the younger stud, Victor spread his hands over Bradley's muscular chest, rubbing the man's own cum into his skin. Removing the cruel clamps from his splendid pecs, Victor leaned down to take one tortured nipple into his mouth and chewed on it before moving over to the other. The taste of Brad's sweat-soaked skin and semen pleasured his palate. Rising, he touched his lips lightly to the other man's. Bradley lunged forward, forcing his tongue into the mouth of the man whom he had hated for so long, and sucked hungrily.
The young man lay back exhausted in the seat, his belly soaked with cum, his dick still rock hard. Reaching out for a box of conveniently placed tissues, he cleaned himself and dressed. Switching off power to the surveillance controls he returned everything to its previous state of order and, removing the DVD, left the study.
Quickly and quietly he made his way down the staircase. With one hasty glance backwards young Nicholas Newman, son of Victor and Nikki, slipped out of the house clutching the incriminating disc in his sweaty hands.
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