This is chapter twelve in my continuing adventures of the hunks of Y&R. You might want to check out the preceeding three chapters if interested in the storyline I have laid out for this "arc". If not, hope you enjoy this installment anyway. As always, if you are not of legal age to read sexually explicit material, consider this warning that you will find graphic sexual depictions herein. All of the original characters are owned by CPT Holdings.
Copyright (c) 2001 JRoyale
Darkly handsome Carter Mills slumped comfortably low in the worn seat of his old jalopey, one long leg outstretched in front of him while the other was cocked up against the weathered dashboard. His slender fingers tapped against the frayed steering-wheel cover, subconsciously keeping rhythm with the Springsteen tune playing low on the tinny radio. His deep hazel eyes stared out through the smokey windshield at the dimly lit main street of "old" Genoa City. A quick glance at his watch revealed that it was nearing the 3 AM hour. All of the drug dealers, hookers, hustlers and winos who inhabited this long-forgotten part of town had dissipated, leaving the street serenely quiet. Any stranger mistakenly taking this exit from the freeway would have sworn they'd encountered a modern-day ghost town. Only the occasional illuminated street lamp along the once-grand concourse belied the seeming absolute desolation of the place.
The full autumn moonlight white-washed the tawdriness of the area painfully evident during the day. Carter grinned at the absolute irony as the Boss' lament about being tougher than the rest morphed into Seger's classic cut about main street in some other deatbeat town. Seated there all alone in the quiet, Carter could easily comprehend the hopelessness of those lonely characters whose lives were played out over the course of a few heartfelt verses. Yet, unlike the losers who inhabited the pool halls and alleyways in Shacktown, Anywhere, USA, Carter, aka Matt Clark, was determined that his own story have a more satisfying ending. That was the over-riding purpose behind his return to Genoa City after all these years: to put his final stamp on a still-unresolved situation started long ago and emerge, this time, victorious.
In another lifetime, he had coveted the attentions of a sweet, lovely blond babe who only had eyes for another---thus sparking the rivalry between school jocks Matt Clark and Nick Newman which culminated in Matt's rape of Sharon, his shooting at the hands of a jealous girl friend and his subsequent accusation naming Nick as the trigger man. Newman even served time in prison before the truth was uncovered. Matt skipped town, but he never stopped plotting his re-emergence into the lives of the love birds. He had even gone so far as to endure hours of painful cosmetic surgery to alter his appearance so that he could once again walk among the familiar residents of Genoa without being recognized. Attaining a job at Nick's new coffee house was easily accomplished, as was the alliance he'd formed with another of Newman's sworn enemies---who quickly became his avid accomplice. Carter/Matt had every intention of degrading and humiliating golden boy Nicholas by fucking him as he'd fucked sweet Sharon. And then, what the hell, he'd have a go at her pussy once again!
The key to luring Nicholas into his lair laid in the hands (or, more to the point, body) of cute Cody, trusted manager at Crimson Lights, Newman's successful coffee shop. The sandy haired stud was an easy mark for Carter/Matt, who soon had him addicted to his impressive eight-and-a-half inch poker. It was almost pathetic the way the young man dropped his drawers on a dime at Carter's slightest titillating suggestion. His abduction tonight had been a cinch; the cock-slut didn't even realize he'd been purposefully lured down to the dying outskirts of town. Their plot had been to slip the boy a mild drug and cart him away to an abandoned warehouse. In the morning his car would be discovered in front of the coffee shop where he'd left it. Nicholas would be troubled when the always-punctual manager didn't report for work and quite possibly might consider filing a missing person's report. But, being a Newman, when the drugged plea for help from Cody came over his cellular phone, Nicholas would insist on being a hero and take matters into his own hands. And that's when he would walk directly into Carter/Matt's trap!
Only, things hadn't quite turned out according to plan. Matt was so consumed with revenge that he'd decided to enact a bit of humiliation upon former classmate Cody and forced him to service a two-bit street hustler while he watched from the front seat. The dirty, slimy whore had fucked Cody's patrician ass with his gargantuan piece of cock and flooded the handsome jock's anal cavity with a tidal wave of sticky, stinky cum. Carter/Matt enjoyed the show so much that he completely lost track of time, regardless of the fact that his partner in crime was impatiently awaiting their arrival at the nearby warehouse. After ditching the now-happy hustler, Carter realized he was hours behind schedule and stopped to place a call to his cohort, who most certainly had returned to his rented room at the seedy nearby City Line Motel. Placating the disenchanted thug was a minor effort and they agreed to meet at the pre-determined spot in a few moment's time. And that's when the evening took another unexpected turn!!!
While Carter was engrossed in conversation on the corner pay phone, sex-soaked Cody lay nude in the back seat of the car, basking in the wondrous reflections of his recent sexual encounter. Long-lashed eyes closed and a euphoric smile deepening the dimples in his angel's face, Cody allowed one hand to roam over his contoured pecs while the other grasped his hardened seven-plus inches. He gave it a few long, loving strokes before raising his strong thighs and spreading those lightly muscled legs. Reaching lower into the balmy cleft of his ass, Cody poked two thick fingers into his yawning hole. Hustler Bud's recently spent load of spooge amply greased the way as the handsome hunk violently finger-fucked himself. His smooth, tight body writhed about in the seat as he envisioned Bud back on top of him, tearing that foot-long tubesteak through his steamy love channel. His damp, sweat slickened head rocked to and fro on the worn material of the back car seat, his darkened locks leaving a trail of perspiration. The muscles in his taut body vibrated with pleasure and he was forced to bite into his thick lower lip in an unsuccessful attempt to muffle his love moans.
At exactly that moment, three local thugs sauntered past Carter's parked vehicle and, hearing the deep sighs, turned back to investigate. Two black faces peered into the open rear window of the car and saw the naked white slut frigging himself while his hard-on leaked a steady stream of pre-cum down its ivory surface. Totally engrossed in feeding his hungry ass hole, Cody was completely unaware of the audience. The two men motioned to their buddy, a tall giant of a brutha with a shaved head and neat goatee. Big, heavily muscled arms gripped the edge of the window sill as the man leaned his bull's head into the interior of the car. Huge nostrils flared even wider as he inhaled the sex smells from the horny cracker frantically digging around up inside his stretched asshole. His massive biceps bulged as one black arm stretched out and reached in between Cody's yawning thighs, two thick fingers plunging into the stud's heated passion pit. Cody's steely blue eyes shot wide open; his sighs turned to a frightened gasp when he found himself looking up at the darkest, fiercest, meanest-looking male he'd ever encountered. Everything about the guy was massive! His hulking shoulders were twin mounds of rock solid muscle...his tree-trunk arms bulged with thick veins...his shirtless torso boasted huge pectorals marked with silver-dollar-size nipples. His fat lips smacked together deliciously as his big fingers worked Cody's pink rosebud open, the size of one digit equal to two of a normal man. Cody watched breathlessly as the thick dark forearm disappeared between the spread V of his legs. He'd never seen a man so dark-skinned before; such a shocking contrast to his own pale skin! The visual was turning lusty Cody on, prompting him to ride his sweaty, tight ass against the magnificent deep-chocolate arm. The giant's big fingers probed even deeper inside of him, sloshing about in the wealth of Bud-cum, digging and teasing, driving the white-boy crazy.
Just as Cody was really getting into some rough finger-fucking, the Amazon withdrew his hand and grasped the young man around the ankles, pulling his nude body closer to the door. Cody registered shock when the big man pulled him straight through the open window of the vehicle, flung him over one huge, hard shoulder-boulder and began walking away with him down the deserted street with his two leering buddies following close behind. The two caramel-colored men looked to be in their late twenties, one sporting a trendy fade while the other had long, nasty looking dreadlocks. Both showed fine muscle definition in their stained, form-fitting tanktops, although not nearly as gargantuan as the beast carrying poor Cody.
Carter had just finished making his telephone call and was turning back to the car when he observed the shocking scene. Gingerly advancing on the group, he'd attempted to intercede---not out of any overwhelming sense of concern for poor Cody's well-being, but because the coffee house cocksucker was integral to his master plan. But the black muscle trio was not to be deterred: they had their minds set on a piece of white ass---in fact, two pieces if Carter/Matt cared to join them in the back alleyway. Carter hastily declined, making it crystal clear to the ominous-looking bunch that he was strictly a top man. Cody had been trying like hell to extricate himself from the behemoth's vice-like hold, his sweet leaking manhole squirming around the big thumb planted inside him, but he froze in horror at Carter's next words.
"That little whore can take all you've got to offer and still want more!"
Speechless, Cody watched as the man turned on his heels and headed back to his car, leaving him alone with the three lusty, leering hoodlums. They moved more swiftly now toward a gap between two dilapidated brick buildings. Seconds before he was carried out of sight of the deserted main street, Cody made a last-ditch effort to save himself. Carrrrrrrrrr--terrrrrrrrrrrrrr!! But his final plea fell on deaf ears.
Carter slammed his fist against the steering wheel and cursed his rotten luck. Okay, so the first couple of delays stemmed from his voluntary actions: taking Cody out on the freeway for a high-speed blow job and later introducing him to Bud, the sleazy hustler, for some hefty butt pounding. But this latest deterrant was completely unexpected and totally unavoidable. There was no way he was going to tangle with those three muscle studs! Hell, the big giant of a ringleader looked like he could have taken Carter apart single handedly! He just hoped they didn't rough Cody up too much; he needed the cock-slut to be at least semi-coherent by tomorrow evening when he would place that all-important call to Nick Newman.
The seconds ticked by excrutiatingly slow. There was barely a sound from the deserted downtown street. An old drunk ambled into view, zig-zagging his way along the broken sidewalk until he finally nested in a vacant doorway to sleep off his night's load. Carter took another look at his watch. It had been twenty minutes since he'd called his dim-witted partner. Surely the man would have arrived at their rendezvous point, an old abandoned warehouse, by now. He was probably pacing the old cement floor and cursing Carter for keeping him waiting yet again. The slimy ex-convict would be Cody's jailer until tomorrow evening, allowing Carter time to get some sleep before the fireworks began. Carter had told him about Cody's glory hole fetish and promised the other man he could do whatever he wanted to entertain himself with the young blond. The big oaf's eyes had twinkled at the prospect. He'd probably had a raging hard-on all evening waiting for the moment when he could dive into Cody's hot little ass. With the pounding he'd taken from Bud, and after whatever carnal desires were being inflicted upon him by the black rough trade, Carter wasn't so certain poor Cody could handle another hard fuck. But, then again.....
After a half hour had passed, Carter began to worry. Hissing a low "sonofabitch" from between clenched teeth, he pushed open the car door and stepped out into the street. His eyes remained riveted to the space where he had seen Cody carried off by Big Blackie, but there was no movement from the concealed darkness. Digging his hands deep in his khaki's pockets, Carter slowly made his way up the walk and approached the alley formed by two tall abandoned buildings. Pressing his back against the brick wall close to the corner and straining his ears he was able to detect low moans coming from some distance away. Placing one foot in front of the other, he cautiously entered the foreboding back alley. Despite the full moon, the height of the buildings to either side of him kept the area in virtual darkness, forcing Carter to feel his way along the wall as he advanced on the muffled sounds coming from an indeterminate distance ahead. Fear gripped him with icy claws as he envisioned Cody lying broken and battered, whimpering his final breath in the decayed ruins of Shacktown. Swallowing the hard lump in his throat, Carter ventured toward the moonlight up ahead.
The alley gave way to what must once have been a courtyard, now littered with garbage, sagging clothesline posts and a rusted jungle-gym. The forgiving moon cast its healthy glow over the exposed area, revealing Cody and his captors. Carter quickly stepped back into the darkness so as not to be seen by the group, but still managed to maintain a clear view of the goings-on. A knowing smirk crossed his unshaven face. He'd been concerned that cute Cody had met with a horrid fate---when, in fact, just the opposite appeared to be true.
The hunky white stud was down on all fours on an old, decayed mattress laid out in the crumbling courtyard, his greedy bubbled butt thrust outward. Kneeling behind him was the giant, now also completely nude. His big, strong hands were solidly planted on Cody's glorious glutes, pulling apart those pretty pink ass cheeks to make way for his big, thick throbber. Carter stifled a gasp as he got a look at the fat knob pressing against Cody's puckered hole. The black Amazon's cock was well over a foot long and about as thick around as a man's wrist! With no warning, he forced the huge, apple-sized head into Cody's cum-oozing cavity and stretched the young white man wide open. Cody's tortured asslips looked like a second mouth, yawning widely to accomodate the big, black lovestick. There was a low moan from the football jock, muffled by the twin chocolate rods battling for domination inside his mouth. The "fade" and the "dreadlock" were positioned in front of Cody, stripped down to hard, muscled mocha flesh, alternately plugging their impressive members between his hot, succulent lips.
Carter developed an instant hard-on as he hugged the crumbling brick wall so as not to be seen by the horny thugs only a few yards ahead of him. Cody certainly didn't look like he was struggling against the threesome any longer; in fact, he appeared to be an active participant in the quasi-rape. His perfectly-formed seven-plus incher was pulsing madly as it hung below his flat belly while the big guy roughly filled him full of slippery dick. Carter could plainly see Cody's lightly-muscled legs shaking as more and more of the wide black monster penetrated his love tunnel, plowing its way through his soft inner membranes and invading his bowels. The eager slut was struggling like hell to take every inch of the darkly veined club in his backdoor! Steel-blue eyes shot wide open and nearly popped out of his head when the hot, black muscle stud plunged every one of his thirteen fat inches deep inside sex-crazed Cody. He squirmed and groaned wildly, practically biting off the caramel beauty shoved way down his throat.
"Oooooh, yeah, bay-beeee!" the street thug moaned in his deep, resonate voice. "You like dat big black dick, doncha?" He purposely ground his thick throbber deep into Cody's guts. "You got one hot hole, white boy. Dis ass feel soooooooooooooo fuckin' good aroun' my luv muscle. You gonna get fucked nice and hard, bitch, an' den I'm gonna blow my cum all up inside-a yo sweet muthafuckin' hole. Ain't no white-ie gonna ever be able to take care o' you again----only big ole Tyrone dick gonna be able to satisfy you slut ass!"
And then he began to move. His hard, muscled manmeat slid almost entirely out of Cody's man-pussy; the hot, cum-coated tool glistening menacingly in the moonlight. Before poor Cody had a moment's relief, the black bull flexed his chiseled buttocks and slammed his entire length back into the pink, yielding asshole. His thick lips were drawn back in an evil snarl as his knob touched the deepest recesses of the white boy's cavity. Big bull's balls slapped up against Cody, who forced his thighs wider apart to accomodate the gargantuan girth.
His thrusts were long and deep at first, the big head pushing aside obtrusive folds in Cody's slick anal passage and plowing on through into his colon. As the overwhelming sensations along his thick shaft became more pronounced, big Tyrone increased his tempo. The hard, black cock rammed to the hilt, filling those pert, creamy cheeks beyond capacity. With little hesitation, the pulsating member was ripped out of the sex-slicked hole until its bulbous knob nearly escaped Cody's tightly stretched ass-mouth and then mercilessly slammed back in. Wet, sloshing sounds accompanied each movement of Tyrone's powerful fucking machine as he churned up all the spent cum from Cody's previous gutter-fuck.
Watching that hard, fat cock power-fuck Cody's adorable little butt had Carter's own eight inches dancing about in his pants. Releasing his prized member from captivity, he leaned back against the crumbling wall and stroked his hard, sensitive meat while he excitedly watched Cody's first interracial romp.
The blond toilet tramp was working his wet lips over the huge, downward-curving nine-inches attached to Dreadlocks' coffee-colored loins. The natural curve of the dark slab of meat allowed it to easily slide down his throat until the man's wiry pubic bush was brushing up against his nose.
"Fuckin' bitch know how ta deep throat," Dread muttered as his long, caramel fingers grabbed Cody by the hair and shoved his head back and forth on the penetrating tool. Nearly suffocating on tasty black dick, Cody fought against the natural gag reflex, opening his throat wide and allowing the hoodlum to spear him.
Fade was beating his ten inches, waiting for another turn at the white slut's expert mouth. He was a fine-lookin' brutha who'd had his share of blow jobs from the sistas in the 'hood, but so far this white guy's mouth was blowing them all away. He rubbed his leaking knob along Cody's smooth cheek, leaving a trail of sticky pre-cum on the young man's handsome face. When the cocksucker finally came up off Dread's twitching prick, the other black beauty forced Cody onto his hefty cock. Cody's tongue swirled around the thick, mushroomed snout, savoring the flavor of every precious drop of pre-cum the good looking thug had to offer. He sucked the achingly hard shaft into his mouth and lathed it with his abundant saliva before gulping inch after glorious inch down his velvet throat. Fade's head rolled back, his eyes fluttered shut and his muscular legs quivered as Cody went to work on his big, black boner.
Tyrone continued to spout raw, raunchy language as he relentlessly plowed his fat knob into the white boy's guts. Rivulets of sweat ran down his rippled torso and sprayed over Cody's back. His hard, muscled flesh glowed in the moonlight from his body's lustful exertions. Cody's asshole throbbed happly as the big man punched his thickness deep inside those sweet, rounded buns. The black giant was picking up the pace, fucking him even harder and deeper, tearing up his hot man-pussy. Deep sounds of animalistic grunting emitted from his cock-stuffed lips each time the big beast buried his dick ball's deep. He was being fucked so damned hard that his own steely dick was bobbing like mad beneath him.
"You like spreadin' yo legs for dis black meat, doncha boy?" Ty panted. "All you white boys need some black dick ev'ry now and den."
"Oh, yeah!" Cody managed as he moved from one long cock-gun to the other. Working Dread's nine inches between his lips, he reached up to fondle the full-of-cum, silky ballsac banging against his chin. The ebony studs smelled of sweat and sex---and Cody wanted to devour every inch of them!
Carter shook his head in disbelief. His former high school team-mate was the most voracious cocksucker he'd ever encountered! He wondered how many of the graduating class Cody had done---hell, the heated slut probably got porked by half the faculty! He'd taken on more dick in one night than Carter would have thought possible. And the evening wasn't over quite yet. There was another man waiting for them only a few blocks away. At least, Carter hoped his cohort was still waiting.
Just when it seemed that things couldn't get any steamier in the raunchy courtyard, Cody grasped the tools of both big-dicked black men, held them tightly together and forced the twin heads into his mouth. Both men gasped simultaneous holy fuckin' shit's as the white slut's jaws stretched impossibly wide and devoured at least five inches each of their massive wands. His tongue went to work slithering over, around and between the pulsating rods, swallowing down the free-flowing ball juice now leaking in abundance.
"Hot damn!" big Tyrone muttered as he came off his knees, hunching over the boy's body on the tip of his toes, and began fucking him like a dog, burrowing his heavy monster deep in the clenching shitter. From this superior position he was able to plunge in from a different angle, banging the living hell out of Cody's prostate and excavating deeper into where the fucking was extra good. The monstrous column of manmeat mined Cody's slick tunnel of love with increasing ferocity, causing the white boy to moan louder and sweat profusely. Big Tyrone's knotted calves were practically screaming from carrying the bulk of his weight as he slipped into overdrive, ferociously plowing into those juicy waves of muscle gliding along his hot crankshaft. His finely chiseled black body was drenched in perspiration, muscles rippling with each deliberate stroke. Tyrone fucked like he'd never fucked before, determined to leave his brand on the white bitch in heat.
Carter shoved a fist into his mouth to stifle any sound as his balls began to blast out their load against his frantically stroking fist. His long legs grew weak and he slid halfway down the wall from the power of his masturbatory orgasm. His uncontrollable panting was thankfully muffled by the trio of grunts, groans and sighs from the black brigade gaining pleasure from Cody-the-cocksucker's carnal cravings. After milking his piece dry, Carter brought his hand up to his mouth and cleaned himself thoroughly, savoring the taste of his own spent seed.
Big-dicked Tyrone was the first of the ensemble to lose his nut. As his strokes became shorter, deeper and harder his mouth fell open and his huge body tensed, the muscles appearing as if they would explode. The thick tendons along his arms, neck and temples beat madly. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, revealing only the clear whites. Cody would have sworn he felt the already-huge monster expand even wider in his shit trench---threatening to rip him in two! And then the fat hog began to erupt far up in the deepest recesses of Cody's bowels.
"AAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, FUCK!" Ty bellowed loudly into the still, early-morning air as one huge load of creamy jizz after another spewed deep into the white boy's assguts. Cody counted each of the eight monstrous cock surges which splattered his already-soaked insides. Just as the big man's weapon fired its final load, Cody's straining member began to unload his pent up cum, shooting up and out all over his heaving torso and then dripping down onto the moldly mattress. As he came, his abused asshole clamped down hard on Tyrone's shooting weapon, milking the last gobs of cream from the heaving rod.
The other two black bucks yanked their joints out of Cody's suckling mouth and blew off in a double explosion of man-seed. Dread sprewed a monumental geyser which shot clear over Cody's back and splashed up against Tyrone's still-heaving torso, while Fade spewed loads of thick man cream into Cody's hair, over his shoulders and down his back. Cum rained all over the used white slut's sweat-soaked body. True to form, Cody took both men's still-hard dicks into his mouth and sucked the remaining jizz out from their balls.
Tyrone's softening, though still beastly, member unstuffed young Cody, whose stretched asshole remaining invitingly open. As the men gathered their clothing together, he collapsed exhausted onto the filthy mattress. The three dressed, muttering comments of Fuckin-A, Hot Ass, Prime White Meat and slapping each other good-naturedly. Before leaving, Tyrone went over to nudge Cody in the ribs with a steel-booted toe.
"Come aroun' dis neighborhood agin, white boy, and you gonna get more o' de same!" With a sinister chuckle, he spat full on Cody's oozing ass-hole and turned on his heel to saunter away. The other two followed suit, gawking a few hockers onto the prone white man and trailing their buddy down a dark alley.
Carter stuffed his joint back into his pants, zippered up and waited for a few moments until he was certain the boys were out of sight before entering the courtyard. Crouching down beside the cum-soaked man, he touched his shoulder and whispered Cody's name.
Cody raised up slightly, saw Carter and smiled tiredly. "Carter," he murmured, "Fuck me, Carter!"
Carter couldn't believe his ears. After what he'd just gone through, he still wanted to get banged? The guy must be delirious, Carter thought as he gathered Cody up in his arms and carried him through the dark alleyway back to the waiting car. Depositing the naked buck in the back seat, Carter turned his key in the ignition and headed down main street toward the old abandoned warehouse---which had been his destination all along.
Cody seemed oblivious to Carter's presence as they made the short journey through the former industrial section of Shacktown. He was like some crazed nymphomaniac, savoring the sensations of the past few hours. Hands roamed over his smooth chest, pulling at those pert, tasty nubs, fondling an amazingly still-hard prick, and dipping between his perpetually parted inner thighs to caress that well-fucked gaping hole. The tips of his busy fingers swiped up oodles of dick juice flowing from his relaxed chasm and deposited it between his moist, pink lips. Again and again, he feasted on the combined man spunk of big black Tyrone and Bud the whore.
Carter brought his vehicle to a stop alongside a large, forboding building along industrial alley. Flashing his headlights twice before killing the engine, he stepped out of the car. After cautiously scanning the area, he pulled open the back door and shook his head in amazement as he looked inside. Cody was still busily snacking on his precious ass treats.
"Come on, sport," he ordered. "We're at the end of the line---finally."
Cody's adorably innocent blue eyes focused on Carter and his cum-soaked lips spread into a wide smile. "Now, Carter? Are we going to fuck now?"
Carter clucked his tongue and winked at the handsome cock whore. "Don't you worry, babe. The party's not over just yet."
Cody clutched the seemingly friendly hand extended toward him and was assisted out of the collapsed back seat. He stood there unabashedly naked while Carter closed the creaking car door, expectation dancing in his riveting blue eyes. The young stud was high on cock and desirous of another fix supplied by the true object of his affection.
Most certainly the tightly toned, cum-crusted body of the dirty-blond-haired hottie promised all sorts of sexual delights, but Carter was not about to be disuaded again. The evening had played on much longer than he had originally anticipated; he was overanxious for the next phase of his master plan toward domination over Nicholas Newman to begin. Taking Cody by the elbow, he led the young man toward a doorway he'd discovered jimmied upon an earlier visit to the site. Cody obediently allowed Carter to lead the way, his mind so completely centered on the other man's cock that he seemed unaware of the biting gravel under his bare feet. The old door gave off an awful screech as it was forced open and the two young studs entered the abandoned building.
The old warehouse hadn't been used for close to thirty years, which was about the time that "old" Genoa City began its descent into ruins while the new uptown metropolis thrived. Its large shell was primarily constructed of cement block. Industrial sized sheets of window consisting of small individual panes were set high up on its walls and encircled the entire perimeter of the building, providing natural lighting and reaching to the tall steel-sheeted rooftop. Most of the glass had been shattered over the years by local youths' stone tossing, providing entrance for the many crows who nested in the eaves of the building. Storms over the years had battered the roof, strong winds managing to rip aside the rusting steel in places and allowing the elements to encroach on the area. Intruding rain water left stagnant pools in low-lying areas on the cement slab of floor, giving the place an aroma of must and decay. Long lengths of rusted chain suspended from pulleys near the ceiling at various intervals, once used to hoist materials during the operation of the business. The place was basically empty except for several long-forgotten cardboard cartons, now soggy and molded, and the tell-tale signs of vagrants who had probably been the ones to force the door's lock.
But Cody saw none of this. His eyes were fastened on the hunk of manflesh leading him to an oddly illuminated area in a far corner of the spacious building. He was impervious to the damp cement floor under his naked feet or the dank chill which turned his pink nipples into jutting steely nubs. He barely noticed the many three-wicked candles up ahead forming a circle around an area of the floor covered by a thick layer of blanketing. As Carter led him into the circle, Cody easily fell back onto the makeshift bedding and lifted his muscular thighs to expose his oozing hole. inviting the hot stud to deposit his own load with the others.
Carter made no move. He stood there, arms crossed over his chest, smirking at the little cock fool. The sound of a footfall to his extreme left alerted him to the presence of another in the gloominess of the old warehouse. Carter watched as his knowing accomplice stepped out of the dark shadows, carrying what was left of a six-pack of some cheap beer.
"I didnt tell you to get drunk," Carter snapped at him.
"How else did you expect me to kill time, bro? I been waitin' here half the fuckin' night," the other man complained and then whistled as he looked down at Cody, spread-eagled and ready to fuck. "Damn if that don't look ripe and ready!"
Detecting another voice finally brought things into focus for Cody. His eyes traveled upward from the visitor's size twelve workboots, over the worn denim of his loose-fitting jeans, past the flannel shirt covering his expansive chest and into the leering face of ex-convict Larry Warton!
Cody's gasp was met with a chuckle from Warton. The flickering candelight cast eerie reflections across the features of the big man. He was a mean-looking fucker with longish, slicked-back hair, narrow slits for eyes, thin mustache and a billy-goat tuft of hair hanging down from his chin. Cody remembered having had trouble with him at the coffee shop and the easy manner in which the strong man had tossed him aside. All those years spent doing push-ups in prison had built Warton a powerful upper body.
"Larry's gonna stay here and keep you company," Carter announced. "Not to worry. I'll be back for you, babe. Rest assured of that."
"B-But Carter," the blond began to protest, but it was too late. Carter had already disappeared into the darkness.
Warton uncapped another beer and took a draw from the long-necked bottle as he set the carton of empties down on the floor. His eyes never left young Cody, the hot looking blond babe he'd been hearing about for weeks. Carter had assured him that the little slut was up for anything and, if all that cum drooling out of his manhole was any indication, the boy was Larry's kind of play thing. Larry definitely intended to make the most out of this babysitting job; he just had to make sure the whore was coherent enough to make a phone call tomorrow. Otherwise, the motto was "anything goes".
When he'd blown into town, Carter/Matt knew of the bad blood between Warton and Nick Newman and had recruited the ex-con in his twisted sex revenge plot. What Carter didn't know, and what Larry failed to tell him, is that he'd already had a piece of Newman ass---and a fine piece of ass it had turned out to be! Months ago he'd blackmailed Nicky boy with some compromising photos and the payoff had been Newman's body---the same body that had been denied him when they spent time together in lock up. Only thing was: after Larry had blown his wad in the rich boy's sweet ass, Nicky didn't want to leave! They'd ended up spending the whole night fucking and sucking out at the City Line Motel!! Carter thought he was going to degrade and humiliate Newman by subjecting him to man rape; Warton was placing odds rich boy would end up begging for more!!!
A mocking "ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" escaped Warton's thin, evil lips as Cody's tender asslips involuntarily pulsed out another rush of the abundant cum stored up in his colon. As he sucked on the beer bottle, one big, greasy paw reached down to massage the bulge in the front of his pants. Cody appeared to be Larry's kind of little pig, and he intended to make the coffee house slut squeal.
"We're gonna have us some fun," he hissed, his steely dark eyes hardening. Careful not to lose a precious drop of beer, Larry unsnapped the buttons of his checkered flannel shirt and carelessly dropped it to the floor. His puffed out chest was strong and powerful with raw, sculpted pectorals. Cody's eyes wandered over massive shoulders and corded, bulging biceps, the left one bearing a large colorful tattoo. The ex-con's waist was tight, though not slender like some prissy pussy boy; he was all man!
Larry stepped forward in the candlelight, dropped to his knees and was instantaneously all over the young man. His slobbering lips chewed on the stud's neck, bit at his lobes and stuffed his swollen tongue into Cody's ear canal while he ground his tented pelvis into the slut's splayed ass trench. Cody kicked wildly, but the big man had him wrestled down. Reaching into his pants pocket, Larry extracted the tiny white pill he had stored there and pushed it between Cody's cocksucking lips. Grabbing the boy's face in his hand, he forced his mouth open and poured in the remainder of the beer.
"Swallow it!" he commanded and Cody, having no other choice, obeyed. Snarling, Warton thirstily lapped splashed beer from Cody's cute face and then sunk his tongue into the studpup's throat. As he mashed his cruel lips against the other man's, Warton felt the tenseness in Cody's body begin to dissipate and knew the drug was already taking effect. He would be powerless to stop Warton from doing whatever he wanted with his slut body!
Larry rose from the warm, naked body and stood, towering over him. The younger man had entered a state of nirvana where the candle glow turned the old warehouse into a romantic, unsinister place and the big, half-naked man became a demi-god. Cody writhed about on the old blankets, which suddenly felt more like satin sheets, as powerful exotic charges flowed through his body. His serpentine tongue flicked out to moisten his parched lips as he looked through glazed eyes at the hunk of man flesh standing before him outlined in an aura of flickering light.
"Look what you've done, boy," Larry spoke purposefully, each word echoing in Cody's drugged brain. He was indicating the large wet spot on the front of his jeans, caused from grinding against the excessive leakage from Cody's fuckhole. Slowly and deliberately he removed every stitch of his clothing until he was buck naked, proudly displaying his semi-hard, uncut, white trash cock. Observing the crude rawhide strip tied around the thick base of the shaft and balls, Cody's tongue did another swipe along the parched surface of his lips.
"Thirsty, boy?" he mocked. "Well, don't you worry. Ole Larry has more than enough here to take care of that." Pointing his thick tube down at the stud's prone body he relaxed his bladder, releasing all his stored beer piss. The heavy stream splashed against Cody's torso at first, a virtual waterfall running between his legs to wash away the other men's cum. Foul-smelling urine hosed down his chest, soaked his cum-caked hair and rained all over his body. Redirecting his poweful flow, Larry hit dead center between the cocksucker's lips. Cody eagerly gulped up the mouthfuls of hot, tangy man piss endlessly erupting from Warton's bloated bladder. Recycled, dark yellow beer splashed against the young blond's tonsils and dripped from the corners of his mouth. His lips were opened wide, forming a funnel to accept every treasured offering.
Finally, Larry's flow slowed to a trickle. Cody's tongue was working all over his lips, gathering up piss-splash residue. His hands roamed over his body, rubbing the warm, intoxicating liquid into his creamy skin. Grinning evily, Larry had no doubt now that Carter's assessment of the cock pig was totally accurate. The boy's prick was harder now than it had been before and liberally oozed pre-cum from its deep gash.
Grasping Cody by the ankles, he pulled the slut's well-defined legs down and laid his entire body flat on the makeshift bed. Standing over the boy's groin, he squatted so that he was sitting on Cody's firm lower abs, pinning him to the floor. Cody's hard seven-and-a-half inches nestled in Warton's hairy ass crack, its big oozing head leaking pre-cum over the ex-con's tail bone. Cody had a closer look at Warton's thick sausage, now curving up in magnificent hardness to a full nine tasty inches. The big, bulbous head peeked out from thick folds of foreskin and a clear drop pulsed from its wicked eye, begging to be tasted. The cheap rawhide wrapped around its base trapped Larry's blood in the long shaft, spectacularly pronouncing a network of thick, dark-blue veins.
Warton roughly slapped his hands down on Cody's fine pectorals and rubbed his palms over the twin mountains. He rolled each hardened nipple between thumb and index finger, feeling Cody's cock beating even harder behind him as sexlectric shocks ran thorugh his body. Warton's play quickly became rougher; soon, when he wasn't twisting and yanking on the sensitive flesh, he was pinching the pert nubs with dirt-encrusted nails. Leaning in, he fastened his lips around one man tit, licking and sucking the big nipple and then attacking it with his teeth. He bit and chewed each protrusion until satisfied they were good and hard.
Reaching behind himself, Warton took hold of Cody's pulsating pole and gave it a few friendly strokes while he fisted his own dangerous meat. Cody smacked his lips together as the foreskin was stretched back to reveal the perfect, fat head of Larry's weapon. He wanted to take the gorgeous cock into his mouth and run his tongue around the inside of Warton's cock skin, savoring the flavors of piss, cum and smegma.
"You're tits feel real good?" the beady eyed ex-con taunted. "Well, they're about to feel a whole lot better."
He reached under the blankets and, after a bit of fishing around, retrieved a mean-looking set of steel-jawed clamps. Slowly and meticulously Larry fastened each clamp to the slut's hardened nubs, tightening their tiny screws to the maximum. Even in his drugged state, Cody yelped helplessly as the pain shot through him. His body bucked up against Warton, who took hold of the tiny chain linking the clamps and brutally tugged on it. The blond's piss-soaked head thrashed from side to side as the jagged teeth ripped into his flesh. Warton looked like a crazed man---eyes bulging, nostrils flaring, his dick a veiny bolt of steel---as he cruelly manipulated the clamps. The sharp teeth painfully kissed Cody's blazing nubs, forcing his big cock to leap involuntarily and produce even more gooey ball juice over Larry's back.
Larry loosened the screws a tad, not enough to remove the discomfort, but enough to allow Cody to begin to enjoy the pleasure of pain. The boy's chest rose and fell heavily as he sexily whimpered somewhere deep in his drug-induced euphoric state. All he wanted was to taste Warton's cock, to suck on his big bloated meat, to drink his sperm---now more than ever! But Larry had other plans.
Coming up off the boy's lower body, Warton turned to face the opposite direction, planted his feet under Cody's armpits and squatted over the blond bombshell's handsome face. Grasping his tight buttocks, he yanked them apart and exposed his hairy ass crack.
"Eat!" he ordered.
Larry wasn't the tidiest convict in the cell block when it came to personal hygiene below the waistline, so his bunghole was fairly ripe as it hovered mere inches above Cody's drooling mouth. The heady aroma emanating from his brown hole was nauseating, yet disturbingly arousing at the same time. Nevertheless, without a second's hesitation, Cody dove right into the hair-lined crack and laved the sticky, stinky ditch with his spit. His tongue slithered along the hot, shit-stained crevice and slurped at the wrinkled winking pucker. Larry spread his muscled buttcheeks even wider and humped his ass around on the blond's creamy, unblemished face.
"Come on, fucker," he snarled through clenched teeth, his big uncut schlong oozing love juice as he sat on the football jock's puss. "Eat that hot ass out real good. Stick yer tongue all the way up in there. I wanna feel ya lickin' me from the inside out. Do it!" He gave the titty clamps a rough tug to emphasize his point.
Cody groaned deep into the stud's butt cleft and began working his tongue through Warton's tangy asslips and up into his musky hole. It tasted like raw, one-hundred percent American male up there in his steaming chute. Cody licked deeper and deeper inside the ex-con, twirling his tongue around the walls of the raunchy hole and was rewarded with a long, low moan from the big lug. Warton ground his ass down heavily on Cody's face, clamped his ass muscles on the wriggling tongue and trapped him inside, forcing the young hottie to eat him out. Smothered by hot male ass, Cody breathed deeply through his nose and inhaled all the dank, heady, macho aroma. Harsh, curly ass hairs bruised his skin and caught between his pearly white teeth. His hands came up to massage the firm mounds of rotating ass and ran them along the man's hairy, quivering inner thighs as he drank in the sweet, secret essence of Larry.
"FUCK, YEAH!" Warton exclaimed, tearing his ass away from the boy before he popped a premature nut. "Frat boy Carter was right, you got a hot fuckin' tongue! Now lets see what yer pussy hole can do!"
Warton ordered him up on hands and knees and Cody hastily followed his master's orders like an obedient dog. Routing around under the covers, the "wart-man" pulled out more of his special "toys". Cody felt the cool rubber of a fat, ridged dildoe press against his anus as Larry souped it up with fuck cum. The blond's pussy lips pouched out to accept the big, flesh-colored offering which the ex-con sunk into him with little effort. All eight inches of the fake cock were greedily swallowed by his hungry fuck hole. As the extra-wide flared base disappeared from view, holding the apparatus in place, Warton grasped the protruding handle. Heavily tendoned forearms pulsed as he roughly twisted the pliant dildoe around inside Cody's fuck-hole, giving the young man a real screwing. Cody responded by leaning over on his elbows, spreading his nicely shaped legs even wider and cocking his sweet ass out to the other man. Warton harshly slapped one creamy melon, then the other, before rising to his feet. The hot dildo was still deeply imbedded in Cody's guts, rotating on its own as the slut's butt muscles milked the big tool.
Cool leather straps from the sadistic cat-o-nine-tails in Larry's commanding hand made contact with Cody's bare skin. The young man groaned through clenched teeth as the big man's muscled arm rose and fell, flailing his raised ass. Warton stroked his dripping, colossal man meat as he observed Cody's pink butt cheeks crimson with each lash of the straps. The boy moaned softly, whether from the stinging of the "tails" or the fake cock up his ass or a combination of both, Warton couldn't be sure. The buffed blond's legs were spread widely open, leaving his nut-sac hanging low and vulnerable. Unable to resist the temptation, Warton fiercely struck out at those unprotected balls. Cody's body jolted forward and he cried out in agony, but Larry was undeterred. He threw his weight into the whipping, mercilessly pounding the now-fiery rump with long, searing strokes. Beads of sweat dripped from Cody's forehead as he began pounding the floor with clenched fists, his red-hot backside tenaciously clinging to the rubber cock buried within him. The small linked chain attached to the biting nipple clamps swung from his chest, pulling down his tortured nubs and adding to the delicious pain being inflicted upon him by the hot ex-con.
Larry stopped swinging and crudely yanked the dildo out of Cody's clinging asshole, replacing it with the handle of the whip. He fucked the boy's hole with the evil tool, all the while rubbing his big, calloused hands over the stinging surface of Cody's chastened butt cheeks. He reached around to tug on the tit-clamp chain, causing the slut's body to arch dramatically.
"Now that fuckin' ass is real hot," he hissed as he tossed the whip aside and plunged several of his grease-stained fingers into the yawning cavern. "Hot enough for a good fucking!"
Stretching abundant foreskin back from the peeping crown of his angry purple prick, Warton prodded at the beautiful entrance to Cody's love tunnel. The boy's asslips puckered with excitement as he prepared for the raunchy onslaught. Larry teased him with the fat cockhead, gliding only the fat knob in and out of the stretched ring. The young studpuppy's hole was soaking wet and burning hot against his inflated glans. Flickering pussy lips planted little kisses over the sensitive crown, begging him to be gentle. But Larry Warton was not a gentle lover; he was a rough, raunchy fuck. Without further ado he lunged, penetrating Cody to the core and stuffing him with nine inches of long, uncircumsized cock.
Cody stiffened against him at first, but as Warton set into a fast, furious fuck pace he had no choice but to open his ass to the man. His shit chute tried gripping onto the invading prick, but Larry was relentless in his vicious hammering. The huge, splitting head burrowed deep into Cody's belly, filling him once again with coveted horsecock. Warton's big balls smacked up against his own dangling nuts with each forceful thrust, causing a deliciously raw pain to stretch across the blond's groin and clutch the inside of his chest. Cody's cock was twitching madly, the perfectly-shaped head banging up against his lower belly with droplets of pearly pre-cum flying from his dripping piss-hole. The sexy sex-convict fucked like a raging mad-man!
"Oh, yeah, Warton," he managed to mutter through his drug-induced haze, "Fuck me rough! Fuck me hard!"
Warton roamed his powerful, blue-collar hands over Cody's back and along flared lats as he plowed into the raw, abused ass, fucking the coffee house cunt senseless. Cody moaned like a whore in heat each time Larry's thick cockstalk sunk deep and hammered his abused prostate. The older man bucked and thrust, sawing his magnificent weapon in and out of the burning hole. Filthy convict cock flexed deep within the violated asshole, its network of deeply ridged veins pulsating madly against Cody's sloppy pussy-walls. The entire interior of his love canal was over-stuffed with thick, hunky dick as the thick-necked stud plumbed the farthest depths of his guts. Cody thought any moment the huge, flared knob would come bursting out from his throat, shooting precious seed from its healthy slit.
"Hot fuckin' hole," the beady-eyed man exclaimed as his strong hands flipped Cody over onto his back. Rearranging the drugged-up blond spread-eagled on the bed-coverings, he drove back into the honey pot. Muscled arms were to either side of Cody, each vein bulging out in sharp relief as the wart-man did frantic push-ups into his butt cleavage. Cody ran trembling hands over the surface of the sweating ex-con's high, well worked-out pecs and toyed with his hardened, dark-rimmed nipples. Warton responded by snatching the tit-clamp chain between his teeth and pulling Cody's nips practically off his chest. The boy screamed and clawed at Larry's chest, digging his fingers into the tight flesh. Larry dropped the chain and thrust his tongue between Cody's parted lips, slopping his saliva all over the cutie's palate. Cody sucked on the convict's wet tongue like it was a miniature prick, inciting Warton to hammer his colon with every ounce of his abundant strength.
Larry Warton had the stamina of a bull, it seemed. A lesser man would have shot his wad by now, but Larry was like a fucking machine. Continually, he leaned into the gorgeous blond, banging the hell out of his insides. Cody, on the other hand, was way past the point of no return. Practically delirious from a night of racy, raunchy fucking, the boy's straining nuts let loose. Hot cream spurted from his spitting prick, soaking Warton's heaving chest. Cody couldn't believe that he was able to produce so much jizz again---he'd lost count of how many glorious times he'd been brought to orgasm tonight! But this one was the absolute best! Maybe it was the effects of the intoxicating sex drug or maybe it was the fact that he had managed to fall deeply in lust with the sinister-looking, long-haired, thick-dicked jailbird balling the living hell out of him.
Backing out of numb, raw asshole, Warton swung his knees to either side of the boys head and sunk his thick weapon between Cody's panting lips. His hips began to move, fucking face. Cody gulped and swallowed, savoring the taste of his asshole and all the men's cum. He groaned around the thick meat wedged inside his throat when he felt Warton's tongue on his deflating cock, lapping up all the spent cum. If he hadn't already cum, this most certainly would have brought him off. How he would have loved to have shot his load down the dangerous man's throat! Instead, he concentrated on the hunk of manhood stretching his jaw and plowing into his throat. The thick shaft piston-fucked in and out of his face hole. Heavy, hairy nuts threatened to blacken his eyes with each forward lunge. He devoured every last inch of the mammoth, steely beast; licking, sucking and nibbling. Larry banged into the sweet gobbling mouth again and again, his thick mushroom head leaking dick honey along the trail. He could feel his nuts tightening and knew it wouldn't be long.
Tears rolled from the corners of Cody's deep-blue eyes as the rock-hard prick battered at his tonsils. Breathing heavily through his nostrils, he repeatedly took the entire length down his gullet as though his mouth were another pussy hole. He held onto Warton's hairy, hardened thighs and raked his blunt nails along the stud's pistoning ass cheeks. Cody's tongue tickled the length of Larry's battering ram, causing his thrusts to become more frenzied. The big man's breathing became heavier and faster; his thrusts became shorter and quicker. Knowing he was about to receive a mouthful of hot, convict love juice, Cody sucked on hard, veiny crankshift like it was his favorite lollipop.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, FUCK YEAH!" the mustached stud roared. "GONNA CUM! SO FUCKIN' CLOSE! GONNA CUM IN YOUR FRAT BOY MOUTH! TAKE IT, SLUT! TAKE ALL OF MY HOT CUM!"
Larry's entire body tensed as his big dick blasted a thick load straight down Cody's throat. Another followed, then another. The huge, uncut log gushed wave after wave of hot ball juice into the young man's mouth. Cody gulped up all the thick, slightly-salty wetness which continued to coat the insides of his oral pussy-hole. When Warton's fumbling fingers untied the rawhide cock-strap attached around his weapon, another wave of scrotum sauce erupted from his big throbber. Cody wrapped his pretty lips around the leaking knob and sucked down every tasty drop.
Warton collapsed on top of the boy, his breathing slowly returning to normal. Cody's hands were all over his macho body, caressing every straining muscle within reach. His face was buried in that sweaty area under Larry's hairy ball-bag, his tongue probing and lips kissing. Larry allowed the stud to to freely explore his big, hard body; besides, it gave him time to rejuvenate after the frenetic fuck session he'd just pleasantly endured. He'd hoped to wear the little slut out so he'd sleep the day away, but it appeared that cock crazy Cody was ready for another round. Well, this time Larry would really throw him the goods!
Pulling himself away from Cody's clutching hands, Larry hosed him down with another forceful spray of piss from his deflated cock and ordered him to lift and hold back his legs. Cody obediently complied. His flared rosebud was expectantly open and ready for action. Warton disappeared into the darkness beyond the candles for a matter of a few short seconds and returned holding a drill gun in his hands! Curiously, Cody watched as he pulled the trigger, testing the charge. An evil smile crossed the ex-con's face as the tool whirred into action. He dropped to his knees in front of Cody, who was beginning to get a little nervous, and once again reached for something under the covers. Cody stared wide-eyed as the greasy-haired hooligan pulled a huge, jet-black rubber dildo out and proceeded to attach it to the drill bit. Satisfied, he pressed the trigger again and watched the abnormally thick and long fake cock spin around on the end of the gun. He tested slow, medium and then, excrutiatingly fast settings; "fast" making the big monster a blur to their eyes. A look of insane lust shadowed his features as he pressed the huge head up to Cody's cum-drenched hole.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Cody howled as the apparatus was pressed into him and began rotating around on low speed, screwing his innards.
Warton chuckled evily. "Don't like it that way? Well, maybe you'll like it like this." And with that, he thumbed the drill up to full power. Cody's mouth opened in a silent scream.
How much more can poor Cody take? Will his ravaged asshole ever be the same again? Does lusty Larry have any more tricks under the blanket? Will Cody be coherent enough to lure Nick Newman to Carter's lair? And once he gets there, just what do the deranged studs have in mind for the Newman heir? All these questions, and more, will be answered in Chapter 13, the final installment in the Carter Mills storyline. Hang on to yourselves till then, boys! Or drop me an email at my new addy!