Following is a work of sexually explicit homoerotic fiction based upon a highly popular daytime drama in the USA (but you already knew that, didn't you?). The original (oh-so-straight) characters are the property of CPT Holdings. Only those who have reached the age of legal consent in their area are permitted to view this adult material (got that, kiddies? now get outa here and leave this stuff to the studs). Since you are all big boys (some bigger than others), it is probably unnecessary to remind you this is purely fiction and some of the practices described herein are not recommended...at least not without a lot of caution. Copyright of this text is retained by the author (who loves hearing from his loyal readers, so don't let him down this time). This chapter marks the conclusion of a five-parter featuring the character of Carter Mills (a.k.a. Matt Clark), whose comeupance herein is hopefully more rewarding than his predictable demise in a lamely constructed, juvenile-written and poorly acted (in my humble opinion) televised storyline climax. Now that I've gotten that off my chest...
copyright (c) 2001 JRoyale
The telephone call he'd been expecting came shortly after closing time at Crimson Lights, the trendy and highly successful coffee house frequented primarily by the teen crowd in Genoa City, Wisconsin. Nicholas Newman, young owner of the establishment, had responded to another call earlier in the day from a member of his staff regarding the mysterious absence of usually dependable manager, Cody Dixon. The handsome, pleasant young man had never been tardy during his tenure as Newman's faithful employee. Understandably concerned, Nicholas left his executive office at Newman Enterprises, his tycoon father's thriving company, and drove out to the garden apartment Cody kept on the outskirts of the city. When his persistent knocking and ringing of the door's buzzer yielded no response, coupled with the observation of Cody's empty parking space, Nicholas headed over to the coffee shop half expecting to find the man there. Pulling his red sports car into the lot, Nick breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Cody's green VW parked in his reserved spot. He was about to turn around and head back to the office, not wanting to make an issue of the dirty-blonde-haired stud's one-time faux pas, but an inexplicable nagging concern dragged Nick out of his car and into the coffee house.
The early afternoon crowd was somewhat sparse as handsome Nick scanned the room with a concerned frown. The usual group of kids were scattered about, either between classes or studying, sipping coffee and slurping up smoothies. He nodded at young Billy Abbott, who looked up from the computer bank where he was working with a mischievous smile on his cute teen face. On any other day Nicholas would have stopped to chat and flirt with the blond Abbott prince, but seeking out Cody was of utmost importance at the moment. The tall, dark-blond former linebacker was not behind the service bar, nor did he appear to be anywhere else on the floor. Perhaps, Nicholas thought, he was working on the books in the small back office or taking inventory in the storage room. He was headed for the office when Seth, the part-timer who had opened the shop and called to report Cody's absence stopped him in mid stride.
"Jeez, Nick, I'm glad to see you here," the dark haired twenty-year-old sighed heavily. "My shift's about over and I'm really sorry, but I have an important appointment across town."
Nick cocked his head to one side, his thick brows furrowing, "You mean Cody still isn't here? But his car's in the lot!"
"Yeah, I know," Seth replied. "It was parked out there when I arrived this morning. I didn't mention that when I called you? Sorry, it was just a little crazy at the time and must've slipped my mind..."
"No, no, it's alright," Nick said softly, his mind racing for an answer to the situation. "I appreciate your taking charge here. You can leave if you have to. I'll handle everything until Carter Mills reports for work."
"Are...are you sure Nick?" the guy pressed, sensing the concern in Nicholas' puzzled attitude. "I could probably cancel my appointment and reschedule for some other time."
Nicholas slapped him on the back. "No, really, you go ahead. Thanks again for everything, man."
Seth seemed unsure but took his boss' cue. "Well, okay, if you say so. I sure hope everything is alright with Cody." Gathering up his personal belongings from behind the counter the young man headed out of the establishment, leaving Nicholas behind to ponder the baffling mystery of Cody's apparent disappearance.
This just wasn't like the Codester at all. Nick had known the sandy-haired guy from the time they were teens in high school, both of them sports jocks. Cody had always been highly dependable and totally likeable, so much so that Nicholas never had a second thought in making him the coffee house's chief manager when he opened the joint several years back. The good-looking young man was popular with the girls in school, but he hadn't appeared to be involved in any romantic relationship since signing on with the Newmans. In fact, over the past several months Nick had cause to wonder about Cody's sexual preferences. There were many times at Crimson Lights when Nicholas felt eyes burning through his clothes and pouring over his hunky body, wheeling around just in time to catch Cody averting his gaze. And then there was that time only a few weeks ago when they were alone together in the close quarters of the stock room taking inventory and Nick happened to look up from his log sheets to catch the other dude boldly checking out his package. Cody'd been a tad nervous when he realized he'd been snagged, but the situation hadn't been repeated so Nick thought nothing more of it. If the good-looking hunk hadn't been his employee Nick would happily have bent him over the counter and plugged his tight little ass right there and then. As it was, he went home with a raging hard-on that night and made fast, furious love to his slightly astonished pretty blond wife. Perhaps last evening Cody had scored with a trick he'd met at the coffee house; hell, if he was cock crazy there was certainly enough manly material hanging about Crimson Lights at closing time. The lucky guy might have driven Code to his crib, banged the fuck out of him and then wanted to keep the prize stud around for an all-day marathon. But still, Cody wouldn't have been so irresponsible as to ignore operation of Crimson Lights---even if he was finally getting some hot dick. He would have called someone.
Which brought Nick right back to square one: where was Cody and why was his vehicle abandoned in the parking lot? He thought of calling on the police, although insufficient time had passed to warrant the filing of an actual missing person's report. He could call his father, the powerful Victor Newman, for advice but Victor had never been keen on Nicholas' investment from the beginning and would consider unreliable employees another reason to abandon the proposed coffee house franchise and return full time to Newman Enterprises. And wouldn't Nick feel foolish if, after he'd raised the flag of alarm, Cody were to come bounding through the door with a reasonable explanation and heartfelt apologizes, as Nick was sure he would at any moment.
But as the minutes ticked into hours there was still no word from Cody.
Business peaked with the after-school crowd and then there was the added rush from local business people stopping off after another arduous day at the office before making their trek homeward. Although Cody's plight was never far from his thoughts, Nicholas' mind became so occupied with servicing his customers that he failed to realize, until hours after the fact, that Carter Mills hadn't reported for his shift. Carter hadn't been on the payroll for very long, but he'd made quite an impression on the young Newmans, who were considering the dark-haired man for a management position at their proposed Chicago site. What in the world was going on, Nick wondered as he ran a worried hand through his short, thick locks. Two of his most loyal and trusted employees were missing in action, and both of them had closed the establishment last night. Could some harm have befallen them after locking the doors and heading to their vehicles? But Carter's beat-up old jalopy wasn't in the parking lot: only Cody's was. Deciding he'd had enough of playing amateur sleuth, Nick turned toward the phone to reach out for help when a familiar face came rushing through the entrance doors.
It was Carter Mills!
"Boss!" he declared breathlessly, looking like he'd run a race. "I'm real sorry I'm so late! Fell asleep....never set the alarm....car wouldn't start....."
Nicholas waved him off. "Don't sweat it, man. I'm just glad as hell you're finally here."
"Where's Cody?" Carter asked after looking around the room. "Hope he's not too pissed at me for leaving him here with all the work and all."
"Cody's not here," Nicholas replied pointedly. "His car is still in the lot from last night, he's not at home, he hasn't contacted the coffee house all day and I'm getting more and more worried with each passing minute. Didn't you guys leave at about the same time last night? Did he maybe leave with someone else? Did he say anything...anything at all to you which could explain this?"
Carter looked thoughtful, playing his role to the hilt. "No, there was nothing special about last night that I remember. We were kind of slow so Cody let me go home about a half hour early; he said he'd close up. There were still a couple of people here---regulars. But, no, nothing out of the ordinary. Where do you think he is?"
Nick opened his mouth to reply, but the sudden chirping of his cell phone interrupted the moment. As Nicholas dug into his pocket for the phone both men looked at each other expectantly, wondering if the caller might be the missing Cody. Of course, Carter knew damned well that Nicholas was in for a major disappointment, but he played along with his convincing act. It was still a couple of hours too early for the all-important "Cody call" to be placed.
Carter had a drugged Cody holed up in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of "Shacktown", the old Genoa City, with sleazy ex-convict Larry Warton as his lascivious babysitter. It was all part of his ages-old plan to exact revenge upon Nicholas Newman for destroying his life and turning him into a fugitive from the law. Of course, Carter had ruined his own future, but he certainly didn't see it that way. In his true identity as wise-ass, high school jock Matt Clark he had lusted after Nicholas' girl-friend, the fair Sharon, who spurned his amorous advances. Unable to accept rejection, Matt brutally raped the gorgeous blond babe. Things took a fateful twist when Matt's own girl, wacky Amy (that stupid bitch, he thought now to himself) found out what he'd done and shot him with his own gun. Forever the conniver, sicko Matt turned the tables and marked Nicholas as his assailant. Rich-boy Nickie served some time in the county jail, where he became eye candy for horny jailbird Larry Warton, until Amy came forward and spilled the beans. Matt quickly took a powder, spending the past few years on the lam with nothing to do but plot his return to Genoa City. His dark, good looks belied the evil within Matt Clark's always calculating mind. He'd gone so far as to spend nearly every last penny on extensive plastic surgery to radically alter his physical appearance, allowing him to walk amongst the residents of Genoa unrecognized. Everyone accepted new guy in town "Carter", practically handing him the keys to the city. Sharon's mother was the only one who made him a bit nervous. The wheelchair-bound bitch was always looking deep into his eyes with a quizzical expression on her face---as if she were on the verge of recognition. Carter/Matt wisely avoided the woman whenever she stopped by the coffee house.
Thus far his plans had fallen neatly into place. He'd procured the services of Warton, whose muscle-mass was larger than his IQ, believing Larry had a grudge against the Newman family. (What he didn't know was that Warton and Nicholas had settled their differences last year between the sheets out at the City Line Motel.) And then there was dear, sweet Cody, who'd impressed Carter/Matt with his expert cocksucking and an endless libido. The secret toilet tramp became instantly addicted to Carter's eight-and-a-half inches of manmeat, taking it down his throat and up his bottomless hole like a paid whore. Cody was damned good, that was for sure, and under other circumstances Carter might have given up women and spent the rest of his life banging the cute studpup, but he was overly consumed with twisted thoughts of perverse vengeance. Even Cody's over-abundant ball-busting talents couldn't sway him.
After their first memorable time Carter purposely held out on Cody, pleased by his former school mate's obvious withdrawal symptoms from Carter-cock. Cody walked around with the saddest puppy dog eyes, practically begging Carter to unzip his fly and let him have another go at that big, fat hog. Last night, on the eve of implementation of Carter's master plan, the tall, lanky slut got his wish---and much, much more. Carter took him out onto the lonely freeway and went for a thrill seeking joy-ride with Cody sloppily sucking him dry behind the wheel. He'd nearly crashed the car when Cody brought him off with that delectable tongue of his that seemed to tease nerves a man never knew he possessed. They had then driven to the run-down section of town, where Carter picked up a sleazy hustler with a mega-sized dick and watched as the dirty whore fucked Cody senseless in the back seat. And then, just as he was about to take the insatiable stud to their rendezvous with Warton, they were accosted by three black street thugs, who dragged Cody into a back alley and stuffed him full of dark muscle. By the time Carter deposited Cody at Warton's feet the sweaty stud had been royally fucked over---but Carter was certain that wouldn't deter big Larry. If there was anybody who was half as much a sicko as himself it had to be Larry Warton! Carter left the warehouse for some much-needed rest in anticipation of the evening ahead, confident that muscle-brain Larry would use and abuse slutty Cody to his cock's content.
Nicholas was speaking with his wife, the lovely Sharon, on the phone. Not wanting to alarm her unnecessarily, Nick neglected to mention Cody's disappearance, merely alluding to the fact that there had been some trouble at the coffee house that required his attention. Sharon offered to come down to help out, but Nick assured her he could handle things from this end. Carter visibly grimaced. It would have been great if he'd gotten both Newmans down to the warehouse at the same time. He could have fucked Sharon's perfumed pussy right there in front of her shackled husband. As rich boy was madly thrashing against his restraints, cursing Carter for violating his wife, Carter/Matt would have slammed his pussy-slickened pole up into Nicholas' virgin poop-chute, enjoying the Newman heir's deep screams of pain as Carter vengefully plowed his guts. The thought of raping both Newmans simultaneously caused his excited cock to noticeably stiffen in his pants.
The next several hours seemed to drag by interminably slow. Nick kept a watchful eye on the entrance door, hopeful every time it opened to admit another patron. Carter chuckled as he observed the battle wearing on Newman's conscience: should he or shouldn't he report the matter to the local authorities. All along Carter had wagered that Nicholas would be too head-strong to involve the police, and it appeared that his curious insight was dead on. If Cody hadn't shown up tomorrow, Nick would definitely have made a move---but the situation wasn't going to get that far. Tonight all things would be resolved and Matt Clark would, for once, surface victorious!
The telephone call Nick had been anticipating came shortly after closing. He was absently wiping down table tops while Carter ran a mop over the tile floor when the low tone startled him out of his thoughts. For a moment he forgot where he'd placed his cell phone, but quickly traced the ringing to the service counter top. As Nick picked up the phone, Carter breathed a sigh of relief. He'd been nervously watching the clock, anxious for the fateful call to be placed and fearful that Larry Warton would screw things up. But it looked as though the big lug had come through for Carter at this most crucial move of his game.
"Hello?" Nick spoke into the phone. There was silence at first. And then---the sound of heavy, labored breathing.
"Ni-Nick?"
"CODY!" Nicholas nearly jumped through the phone. "WHERE ARE YOU? WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? WE'VE BEEN SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU, MAN!"
On the other side of town in an old abandoned warehouse, nude Cody Dixon was sprawled belly down over a tangled pile of piss and cum drenched bedding. He'd been royally fucked into exhaustion over the past twenty-four hours, first by Bud the whore, then by fat-dicked black Tyrone and finally---and repeatedly---by jailbird Larry Warton. No longer conscious of time or place, Cody was aware of a dull ache coming from his raw nipples, which were still held captive in the steely jaws of those evil clamps. The bruised flesh surrounding his swollen nubs was caked with dried blood, drawn by the sharp teeth piercing his sensitive skin. Larry's cat-o-nine-tails had formed a haphazard criss-cross of raised red welts across his long, tapered back and rounded butt cheeks. His used and abused asshole hung obscenely open, a constant flow of mancum pouring from the orifice. But Cody couldn't feel it: he was numb down there. Larry had used his hole for experimentation, shoving anything he could get his hands on up there---and Cody had taken it like a trouper. He'd lost consciousness after ten minutes of being literally screwed by Warton's drilldo (a big fat dildo attached to a drill bit) cranked up to the highest blurring speed and then again, later, when Larry's muscular tattooed arm fisted him almost up to the man's hairy pit. That was the last thing he remembered until he'd been awakened and coached on what he was to say to his boss when Larry placed the call to Crimson Lights using a stolen cell phone. Fatigued beyond imagination, all he wanted to do was slip back into dreamworld, but the ugly look on Warton's face and the threatening baseball bat he clutched menacingly in his hand forced Cody's cooperation.
"CODY! ARE YOU THERE?"
The voice on the other came slowly and with great difficulty. "Please, Nick. Please come for me."
"Where, Cody? Tell me where you are!" Carter tossed a pad and pen at Nick, who scribbled down an address. "Okay, Cody, you hang tight and I'll be there as quickly as possible. Just tell me, dude, are you alright?"
But the connection had been broken.
Nicholas was up in a flash, grabbing his keys and heading for the door with Carter close at his heel.
"Boss, I saw the address you wrote down. That's a bad section of town, man. I can't imagine what Cody would be doing around there. Please, let me go with you for backup," Carter offered.
"Okay, Carter, thanks!" Nick said, slapping the other man affectionately on his shoulder. "We'll take my car! Let's go!"
Carter rather enjoyed the ride out of Genoa City proper in Nick's souped-up red sports car. It was damned fine to cruise in the lap of luxury for awhile. He knew that when he drove that same car up to the Newman cottage a few hours from now, Sharon would come rushing out of the house to greet her hard-working hubby---but she would be in for the surprise of her life! It wouldn't be saintly Nicky stepping out of that car, nor would it be sweet Carter. Instead, Sharon would once again, after all these years, be confronted by Matt Clark in all his viciousness! He would slap her around a little, not drawing any blood, but leaving his mark on her heretofore unblemished, saintly face, before he ripped off her clothes and tied her hands and feet to the bedposts. And then, with Sharon thrashing about on the bed, he would do things with her tight little body she'd never even imagined---things he was certain pretty-boy Nick was incapable of. He would fill her hot little clam and candy-perfect mouth with his seed over and again throughout the night. And when they later found her abused body, his essence would still be leaking from her ravaged snatch, crusting the insides of her creamy thighs. Matt Clark's revenge would be complete!
"What the hell is Cody doing down in this part of town?" Nick's voice brought him out of his evil fantasy. They had ventured onto the craggy main street running down the center of what once had been downtown Genoa City. Nicholas looked disgustedly from side to side at the decay and shoddiness of the thoroughfare. His expensive sports car received more than a few looks from the few roaming hookers and drug dealers hidden in vacant, shadowed doorways along the poorly lit street. He was grateful to see the leaning street sign Cody had mentioned and turned off the main drag, heading in the direction of the town's former industrial area.
Carter/Matt fought hard to hide the smirk on his face as he observed Nicholas with cautious, sidelong glances. Spoiled rich boy was getting a first hand look at how the other half lived---and it didn't appear as if he approved. Tonight promised to be a gut-wrencher on many different levels for the handsome Newman heir, with his old enemy Matt Clark delivering each well-placed punch. After all the years of plotting, Matt was within moments of achieving his ultimate reward. Adrenaline pounded madly through his lean, lanky body as they neared the warehouse where captive Cody awaited his knight in shining armor to rescue him from the evil Larry Warton. Actually, according to plan, Warton should have drugged Cody with another powdered capsule and been long gone by now. Matt was mildly curious to see what that sick ex-con had done with cocksucker Cody all day. But, more importantly, he could hardly wait for Nick's reaction. The rich boy would have a shocking momentary inkling of what lay in store for him.
Nicholas spotted the big, dilapidated building and gingerly swung his car into the adjoining, weed-covered lot. Bold headlights splashed against the crumbling cement walls and broken window panes as he brought the vehicle to a complete stop. Leaning over the steering wheel with the car idling in park, Nicholas' frightened eyes scanned the vacant building and the surrounding area for some sign of activity.
"I don't know about this, Nick," Carter spoke purposefully. "There doesn't look like there's anybody around here. Maybe we should turn around and let the police handle this."
"Absolutely not. You didn't hear Cody's voice. There was something...I don't know...desperate in his tone. He said this is where he'd be and I'm not leaving until we check it out. Now are you coming with me or not?" He had turned off the ignition and his hand was on the door knob.
"I'm right behind you, boss," Carter chirped up. Nick reached over between Carter's legs, his arm resting on the other man's hard thigh, flipped open the glove compartment and extracted his trusted, heavy duty flashlight. Both men stepped out of the car into the intimidating darkness.
As Nick washed the steady flashlight beam over the facade of the old building, Carter suddenly shouted out, "Look" and pointed to an open doorway on one side of the wall. Glancing at each other with a hint of trepidation, broad shoulder to broad shoulder they approached the darkly shadowed entrance. Swallowing hard, Nicholas paused momentarily at the threshhold and then stepped into the musty darkness with Carter following close behind him. Carter could almost smell Nick's fear as they stood in the hollowed cavern of the old, empty warehouse. His up-until-now dormant prick lengthened along his hairy thigh with an anticipatory thrill.
Nick played his light around the spooky interior of the place, lingering briefly on fetid pools of rainwater, smashed windows set high up on the molded walls and yawning gaps in the corroded roof. A musty stench assailed his nostrils and a damp chill crept up his spine like icy phantom's fingers, causing him to noticeably shiver. The crumbling structure appeared to be quite deserted; Cody was no where in sight. He was about to turn and head for the door when a flickering light far off in a distant corner of the building caught his eye. One big hand reached across his expansive chest to touch Carter's arm and point in the direction of the mysterious light. Carter silently nodded and they proceeded to cautiously advance through the eerie chamber toward the orange glow.
The hairs at the back of Nicholas' shapely neck were standing on end as they neared the spot. The illumination appeared to be coming from a series of candles set up in a curious haphazard semi-circle in an area behind a low pile of rotting boxes, obscuring any further view. He squinted his deep-set blue eyes, attempting to assess the situation up ahead before they blindly walked into danger. So intent was he that he failed to notice the length of chain dangling from the ceiling directly in his path. As the rusted links brushed against his face, Nicholas jumped and uttered a startled cry, dropping his flashlight to the cold, cement floor. The illuminating bulb shattered instantly, leaving them with only the candlelight up ahead to guide their way. Carter's strong hands came up to grasp Nicholas by the shoulders, steadying the other man. With small, almost silent steps they continued on, making their way around the obtrusive boxes and coming into clear sight of the ritualistic altar.
Nicholas' gasp reverberated throughout the shelled-out hull! Cody lay nude, spread-eagled and unconscious in the center of the flickering candles! His face was turned to one side, resting on his folded muscular arms, drool freely flowing from the corner of his mouth. The hair on his head was sopping wet and matted against his scalp. There were ugly raised welts over the flawed skin of his wide, tapered back and jutting, bubbled buttocks. Scarcely daring to breath as he crept in closer, Nicholas halted dead in his tracks, wide-eyed, when he finally saw it! Cody's bruised, athletic thighs were spread widely apart and the last few remaining inches of the handle of a Louisville Slugger were protruding from his oozing asshole!!!
"OH MY----!" It was all Nicholas was able to utter before a hand clamped over his mouth. Stunned, he attempted to fend off his attacker, but the chloroformed cloth held in that strong hand rendered him powerless. In less than a few seconds his body went limp and he slipped into a blackness darker than his foreboding surroundings. Matt Clark chuckled evily as he tossed the drugged cloth aside and stooped down to take hold of Nick by the ankles, dragging his unconscious body across the dirty, damp floor to a spot near Cody.
And then he prepared his victim.
The first thing Nicholas noticed upon "coming to" was the acrid taste of the gag which had been crudely shoved into his mouth. He lay buck naked over some sort of makeshift hammock---a square of blanket holding him from broad shoulders to tapered lower back---suspended approximately three feet above the damp concrete floor at all four corners by lengths of corroded chain dangling from the rafters of the old building. Additional lengths of rusted linkage, once used to hoist heavy machinery, were securely attached to the Newman pup's ankles, pulling those muscular legs in and holding them widely apart. Flexing nicely shaped biceps, he strained against the bonds attaching his wrists to the chains rising upward into the darkness from the back of his "bed", but all his effort served to do was rock the apparatus. He was virtually immobilized in the hastily devised "sling".
Lifting his unsupported head, Nicholas looked over heaving, twin mounds of hard, smooth pectoral muscle and between the V-like opening of his meaty thighs. Carter Mills was immediately within his sight, stark-ass naked and seated on the small of Cody's back on the floor. Nicholas strained his neck for a better view. Carter was roughly rubbing his hands over the young man's abused, reddened butt cheeks and grinned lecherously as he connected with Nick's awakened eyes. Raising one big hand, he brought it down hard on Cody's welted ass, followed quickly by the other. He slapped the living daylights out of the lounging studpup, but still Cody failed to rise from his sex-induced sleep. Nicholas winced at the imprints Carter's strong hands were leaving on Cody's already marked ass; he was showing the poor guy no mercy. Winking at Nick, he firmly took the baseball bat's handle in both hands and began to pump it. A frail whimper issued from Cody's salivating lips as the thick bat plowed around inside his guts. Making a fist Carter hammered on the end a few times for effect, driving the weapon impossibly deeper, before coming off Cody's body and approaching his other captive stud.
"Not to worry, Nick. It might not look it, but Cody's really alright. You'd be surprised at the things that little cock whore is capable of," he announced with a maniacal gleam in his dark eyes. "I don't think I've even begun to tap his true potential--- getting to know him as well as I have over the past few months."
Nick was dumbfounded. So Carter and Cody had been lovers right under his nose and he'd known nothing about it! Maybe, he thought, when Cody realized he was getting nowhere in his seduction of Nick he had turned to the other, more available hunk at Crimson Lights. For the first time, Nicholas took the opportunity to brazenly appraise his competition for coffee house studdom. Carter was a good looker, that was for certain, but in an entirely different way than Newman. He had a rugged, somewhat rough look about him, accentuated by deep-set hazelnut eyes and a Marlboro Man's five-o-clock-shadow along his strong, stern jaw line. His thick, wavy hair was short at the back and sides and longer on top, the dark locks falling down haphazardly over his proud forehead. He had the body of a champion kickboxer, not overly muscled, but trim and tight with nicely developed pecs and a firm, flat belly. Letting his gaze wander lower, Nicholas' big eyes glazed when he caught a glimpse of the rock-hard eight-and-a-half inches rising from Carter's dense pubic patch and the nice set of juicy balls dangling beneath.
At the same time, Carter was checking out Nicholas' abundant attributes. The rich boy had certainly beefed up a little since they'd attended school together. Carter remembered the broad, linebacker shoulders and the hairless torso, but Nick had developed a wide, chiseled chest and perfectly sculpted pectorals dotted with juicy-looking brown nipples. He'd always had tight abdominals, but they were now ridged with intricate cuts and precision. Thick, well-muscled runner's legs were dusted with down the color of the ash brown, recently cropped, short hair on his head. Thick brows were drawn straight across his forehead in a sultry frown, full ripe lips pursed tightly together and wide nostrils flaring widely as his deep-set, dark-blue eyes played over Carter's body. The heavy piece of manmeat lying across the Newman stud's lower belly was almost as big soft as Carter's was hard, and from the way it was stirring there was little doubt its true dimensions were soon to be made known. Just like Newman, Carter/Matt thought, to best him in the cock department. Little wonder Sharon Newman never wandered far from home with such a killer piece hanging between her husband's legs, ready and able to take care of her every womanly desire. Carter/Matt would have to take care of that!
Carter took hold of the chains attached to the base of the makeshift platform just under Nicholas' splayed-open thighs and leaned in slightly. His big, hard prick rested in the split of Newman's lightly fuzzed ass cheeks. Intensely staring at the bound and gagged stud, Carter moved his slim hips, gliding the thick length of manmeat along Nick's lewdly exposed shit trench.
"You have any idea why I brought you here, Newman? Any idea what this is all about?" he asked cockily. "I've been planning this for a lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng time, bro; longer than you can imagine. My days and night have been filled with the expectation of having you defenseless and at my mercy, just like now. It was never Cody I wanted---it always was YOU! That's right, Newman. I'M GONNA FUCK YOU! I'm gonna ram my fat dick up your virgin Newman ass and tear you a new shit hole! I'm gonna rape that pretty-boy-butt until you plead with me to stop---and when you do, I'm gonna pound you even harder!" Carter's snarling shaft seemed to be expanding even larger as he spoke, his dark eyes nearly black with hatred and vengeance. "And when I'm ready to shoot, my load is gonna up fill your Newman guts just as if you were some sleazy whore bitch I picked up at a two-bit bar.
"But first," he went on, coming around the makeshift harness, "first you are going to suck my cock! I want to see those thick rich boy lips that kiss your pretty wife wrapped around my dick! And watch those teeth, motherfucker, 'cause if you draw any blood...well, just remember who is the one all tied up. Let's see if we can make a cocksucker out of you!"
Clutching a handful of Nicholas' hair, Carter pulled his head backwards. He crouched down so that his sneering face was close to the other man. "Are you liking that gag in your rich boy mouth? You know what it is? It's my jock strap...been wearing it for three days. Taste the juice...I pissed it just before I shoved it in your fuckin' face hole, Newman!" Reflexively, Nick sucked at the saturated cloth in his mouth, tasting Carter's spent urine. And then the jock was roughly yanked out and replaced by Carter's throbbing sextool.
"CART---" was all he had a chance to say before the huge dong entered him with a pounding force. He had wanted to tell Carter that all this subterfuge was unnecessary. He was more than willing to deter from his employer/employee "no touch" policy after having observing the ultra-butch, manly stud in the buff. Carter looked like he knew how to throw a good fuck, and Nicky boy was ready to take it. But it appeared that Carter was determined to play out his elaborate "rape-the-boss fetish", so Nick figured he might as well go along with it and enjoy the fantasy. He played the part of victim, pretending muffled protests around the fat meat and jerking his head from side to side, which only served to lodge the pistoning prick deeper into his oral cavity. Carter fed him over half of his thick, cut cock, forcing Nicholas to suck on his dick. Newman's tongue had nowhere to go, so it was forced to slide back and forth over the veiny length of the intrusive battering ram. The fat, bulbous head was waging war with his tonsils and leaking like a loose tap, dripping dick honey onto his strong mouth muscle. Pre-cum paved the way for the wriggling, slippery eel, which pushed its way to the back of Nicholas' throat and plunged. Carter figured Nick had hollered out and that's what helped to widen his throat, allowing a ball's deep face-fuck when, in fact, Nick's actions had been deliberate. He wanted every inch of Carter's manly meat coursing over his palate and filling his throat!
Carter shoved his fat hog in and out of Newman's mouth, showing little care for any discomfot he might be causing. The ridges along the roof of Nick's mouth felt extremely erotic against the underside of his thick prick. Each time he filled the other man's mouth with cock he hesitated, grinding his tangled bush against Nick's creamy face and letting his huge balls temporarily blind the guy. When Nick began to gulp for air it felt so goddamned good on the head of his prick, buried down deep, that he let it suffocate the stud for a little while before pulling almost---but not all the way---out. He gallantly allowed Nick a quick gasp of air before he plugged him again---and again. His sweaty balls were brutally banging against Nick's forehead and threatening to blacken his eyes!
Hunched over the handsome stud's body, Carter grabbed handfuls of hard, hairless pec, roughly kneading, slapping and punching the muscled flesh. He savagely twisted the hardened nubs in the vice-like grip of his big fingers, mercilessly pulling and pinching Nick's pointed tits. Nicholas' hard body undulated on the sling and he started groaning around the big fat cock shoved way down his throat. Carter couldn't be quite sure, but the sex moans coming from the Newman heir didn't sound like those of a force-fed straight cocksucker. Nick's cock was growing bigger by the second, swelling with young blood and beautifully arcing out from his loins. Carter pressed his sweaty palms up and down Nicholas' rippled torso, feeling the hills and valleys of his well-worked abdominal wall. Sliding his fingers through the dark tangle of the rich stud's pubic pelt, Carter surrounded the formidable hunk of meat. His hands were formed in a sleazy triangle, joined thumbs pressed against the front of Nick's rising weapon while the other eight digits lewdly massaged the soft area under his hefty balls. Choking the base of Newman's thick cock in one tightened fist, he excitedly watched the fully erect, ten-inch man-monster slowly turn an angry shade of purple. Its heavy veins bulged to the surface as it was strangled in the grasp of Carter Mills/Matt Clark. Just when Carter thought the bloated sausage would explode in his grasp, he backhanded the mushroomed head with his free hand and felt Nicholas' prone body jump beneath him. He continued to roughly slap the engorged helmet back and forth until the wide piss slit pulsed open and a dewy pearl of pre-cum moistened the abused cockhead. Grinning evily, Carter released the Newman cock and reached lower between the man's parted thighs until his probing fingers located the exposed wrinkled raisin located dead-center between his smooth, hard melons. Carter poked at the quivering asslips with the middle finger of both hands, spreading them wider and wider until he'd buried his wriggling digits down to the second knuckle. Nick was bucking his fine ass up against Carter, who repeatedly dipped into the moist crack, prodding and stretching what he believed to be cherry territory. Two more fingers squirmed into his damp cleft, hooked around his ass-mouth and obscenely yanked the hole open. Carter spat down into the yawning cavern and moved his invading digits faster, jamming them in and out---finger-fucking the straight married stud!
All the while, Carter continued to impale Nicholas with his eight-and-a-half inches, but the sucking stud didn't seem to be complaining. His tongue sensuously slithered along the length of hardened flesh as he stretched his jaws widely to envelop Carter's hugeness. The big, tasty dickhead repeatedly squeezed into the tightness of his throat while Carter's bawdy ball-bag banged against Nicholas' forehead. The coarse hairs of his brillo-bush ground against Newman's squared chin each time he sunk all the way into the saliva-slicked face-hole. Carter plunged his stiffer in and out of Nick's violated man-mouth, pleased that Sharon's husband was following his command and sucking his joint for all it was worth. Nicholas was secretly having a blast being man-handled by his second-in-command coffee house employee. It was getting kind of hard for him to keep up the charade of quasi-rape which Carter seemed to enjoy; he wanted the hot stud to release the restrictive bonds and let him really get his hands all over Mills' manly body. Burying his nose in the musky cleft of man-sized balls while Carter's cock pulsed far down in his throat, Nicholas breathed in the intoxicating aroma of a man in desperate heat. When he withdrew the giant weapon, Nick locked his thick lips around the flared ridge, sucking and licking up all the free-flowing dick drool until it speared his throat again---and again---and again. The fucking cock seemed to shove deeper and deeper into his willing face, depositing loads of pre-cum all over Newman's taste buds. Throat walls stretched beyond their limit, Nick grunted with each hard thrust from Carter, his cheeks puffed out from being so overly cock-stuffed.
In the midst of their heated passion, Carter unexpectedly yanked his wet, throbbing member from Nick's overworked mouth and turned away from the panting tomcat. Nick was afforded an upside-down rear view of the macho stud, which proved to be every bit as appetizing as the rest of him. Carter had one of those long, almost-flat, super-tight asses, split by a trail of dark hair running between his clenched buns from lower back to the base of his ballsac. Nicholas smacked his full, luscious lips expectantly as he watched Carter reach behind to spread those smooth, trim cheeks---flaunting his pink winking hole.
Squatting succulent buttocks back against Nick's face, Carter brusquely ordered him, "EAT MY HOLE, NEWMAN! AND NO CANDY-ASS SHIT! I WANNA FEEL YOUR MILLION DOLLAR TONGUE ALL THE WAY UP IN THAT HOT, STINKY MAN HOLE! NOW MOVE IT!"
Carter had barely finished issuing his command when he felt thick, wet tongue swiping along his shit ditch. Nicholas licked between the sweet mounds of his ass, inhaling the secret essence of Carter Mills. Carter began to wonder if the Newman lad was part dog the way his long, hungry tongue lapped up and down the sweaty valley of his butt cheeks. After sufficiently drowning the tangy cleft with spittle, Nick centered on the dude's tasty bud. He poked at it with the tip of his tongue, probing between the wrinkled folds of elasticized skin until he finally managed to plow through the rubber-band ring. Throwing back his head, Carter muttered an "Ewwwwwwwwwww, yeah!!!!" as he felt Newman's swollen tongue excavate the slimy inner walls of his heated shitter. Nick worked the pucker with miles of tongue---rimming, ramming, screwing and thrusting deep inside the other man. Carter moved his ass around on the long tongue digging itself around up inside his steaming rectum. Nicholas just kept burrowing away in the man's ass with his throbbing little mouth-muscle---driving Carter wild with wanton delight! He grabbed ahold of his leaking prick and began to furiously stroke it up and down. How sweetly his revenge was progressing: plopping his grimy man-ass on royal prince Newman's face and forcing him to eat hole. And the captive stud didn't seem to be putting up too much of a protest! He figured Nicky boy must realize Carter had him, quite literally, by the short hairs and there was nothing else he could do but obey. Carter was so obsessed with his carefully plotted revenge that he couldn't see how thoroughly Nicholas was enjoying chowing down in Carter's most intimate place.
Prying his spit-slicked ass off of Nicholas' flicking tongue, Carter turned and squatted low on his haunches, his leering face only inches from Nick's. Holding the husky stud under the jaw line with one hand, he roughly rubbed the other across the ass eater's wet mouth, smearing his butt juices all over Nicholas' handsome face. Nick's lush, full lips parted to speak, but Carter silenced him with a handful of thick fingers. Crudely working them around inside Newman's oral cavity, he was pleasantly surprised when Nick began sucking on his four long digits, slithering his hot tongue over the knotted knuckles. Removing his hand, Carter grasped a fistful of hair and covered the other man's mouth with his own. But this was not meant to be a sensual, passionate kiss. Instead, Carter's frenzied mouth mashed against Nicholas', his lips bruising those of the writhing, captive stud. He shoved his swollen tongue against the back of Nick's throat and seemed to want to suck the life right out of him. The manly "kiss" didn't last very long; Carter abruptly pulled back and then spat full into Nick's open mouth.
He rose, taking the time to slap his hardened fleshpole against both sides of Nick's face and run his leaking dickhead over sexy, bee-stung lips. Nicholas stretched his jaws, ready for more cock sucking, but Carter was already moving away. The tall, tightly-built dark-haired man moved through the candle's glow to position himself between the forced V of Nick's meaty, muscular thighs. Briefly fisting his dick, he pressed the fleshy head down into Nick's splayed-open crack and rubbed it over his puckered hole. Clear dick honey coated Nicholas' spanking-clean shitter and formed tiny beads in the fine hairs along his deep crack.
"You know what I'm gonna do....what I've been planning to do for years?" Carter's thick brows rose and fell suggestively and there was a maddening gleam in his dark eyes. "I'm gonna FUCK you, Newman. I'm gonna tear up that pristine little hole of yours!" He made "fuck" should like the most vile act in the world when, in actuality, Nick was ripe and ready for the assault. Bring it on, he wanted to shout, but wisely kept his lips sealed allowing Carter to play out the seduction in his own twisted way. Had he not been so horned up and ready to screw, Nicholas might have questioned Carter's last statement. They'd only known each other a few months, so how could Carter have wanted to fuck him for years?
Carter pressed the bulging head of his cock against the wetness of Nicholas' tight knot and easily slid it in. His long thickness stood out in front of him, plugged into the other man---its fat helmet gripped on the underside by the rubbery rim of Nicholas' manly hole. Holding his missile by the base, Carter guided inch after bloated inch of himself deeper and deeper into the steamy warmth of Nicholas' body. He entered slowly, savoring the wicked sight of his rigid meat disappearing into the spread cheeks of his arch-enemy. Nicholas had sucked his lower lip into his mouth and was sexily gnawing at it as he watched the dark-haired man impale him. He groaned loud enough to wake poor Cody when the thick cock burrowed its way far up into his belly and Carter's tangled pubic hairs brushed against his exposed flesh. Sneering maniacally, Carter ground his knob inside the straight snob before pulling back slowly. Hesitating briefly to allow Nicholas' tight assring to grip around the ridge of his still-buried cockhead, Carter plunged forward with more determination this time. His strong upper thighs slapped against Newman's buttocks as he bottomed out once again, eliciting another groan from the ravaged coffeehouse entrepreneur. Hands planted comfortably on his own slim hips, Carter pulled back, then drove forward---quicker with each thrust. Nicky-boy's love tunnel was slick from all the pre-cum bubbling up and out of Mills' bludgeoning tool, making for a wet and wild fuck. Carter was so very elated, high on his successful domination over the Newman brat, that he barely noticed the fucked-more-than-once-before looseness of Nick's sloshy chasm or the lack of resistance from the shagged hunk.
Carter was pumping him rapidly now with short, stabbing strokes. Nicholas' asshole was tingling with excitement as the big, fat cockhead relentlessly pounded into him, stretching his hole wide. The cock was twisting and turning inside of him, shocking his sensitive prostate with each thrust. Nick could feel the big thing throbbing against the mushy membranes of his rectum as horny blood pounded through its raised veins. When Carter rammed it to the hilt again, Nicholas squeezed the entire length with his well-trained ass muscles and bucked his hips up against the other man as much as he could in the restraining sling. His gargantuan ten incher was rock hard and bobbing crazily, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum all over his washboard abs and begging for some attention.
Carter had to admit that it felt awful fuckin' good inside of Newman's manhole. It wasn't just the crazed thrill of raping the rich stud that had his dick in a such a state of unexpected glory. Nicholas' hole was unlike any cherry he'd popped before. At one instant it seemed to be gripping his pistoning rod tightly and the next it loosened just enough to feel like some sort of wet and hot crushed-velvet glove. Newman's hole was every bit as fuckingly fantastic as Cody's had been...better still than any of the pussy he'd ever screwed...better than Newman's own wife! Every time he crammed his piece all the way in and held it there for a beat it felt as though Nicholas' ass squeezed around his huge erection and was milking it from the inside. His swollen cockhead twitched way up inside the other guy's guts as Nicholas' stretched assring gripped around the base of his cock like he didn't want to let it go. Nick's eyelids were fluttering at half-mast, but Carter clearly detected the raw passion in his steely blue orbs as he continued to ream the macho stud's pleasure chute.
"Seems to me you're likin' this way too much, Newman," Carter panted between clenched teeth, perspiration beginning to drip from his brow, his hot poker failing to miss a single beat. "You're obviously no stranger to dick, although I doubt your sexy blond wife knows about her husband's hot fuckin' ass. I'll be sure to tell her about it when I go over to your place later tonight."
"Leave Sharon out of this," Nick managed between moans and groans of masculine delight. "This is about you and me, Carter. Man taking care of man! Now shut up about my wife and keep fucking me, stud!"
Carter stuffed him ball's deep, allowing both of them a short rest, while he threw back his head and bellowed maniacal laughter. Something about the other man's demeanor sent a cold chill up Nicholas' spine and brought a concerned frown to his handsome face. Carter was holding onto the rusted chains again, pushing the sling away from him and then pulling it back, watching Nick's crack hairs tickle along his shaft as he was repeatedly impaled on the stiff wand.
"Man, Newman, you are certainly one dumb fuck! I've gone through all this trouble and you still don't get it, do you?" He shook his head and clucked his tongue mockingly. "Well, sit back and relax while I tell you a little story."
"Carter, I don't know what this is all about," Nick said slowly, suddenly not so sure he was having fun any more, even though the hot cock he was riding felt awful damned good. "But you're beginning to scare me a little. I think you'd better untie me now." But the standing man just laughed again. There was something frightening in his eyes....something frighteningly familiar.
"Ahhhhhhh, now you're getting the idea! This was never supposed to be enjoyable---how was I to know what a great fuck you would turn out to be?" Carter rocked the cradle once again, quite enjoying the nervous tightness in Nicholas' shitter. "When I returned to Genoa City and got that shitty job out at your coffee shop I knew all along this is how it would end up. I wanted you naked and vulnerable so that I could force fuck you and fill your rich-boy body with my cum load. Cody was my decoy. Actually, I think up until I came along it was you he wanted plowing his ass...and what a hot little ass he has! Just ask three quarters of the males within a fifty mile radius of this dump! Your coffee house manager is quite the whore." He was staring off into space, reliving the events which had brought him to this point, and continuing to push the "swing" which allowed his dick to rhythmically sink into Nick's mushy depths.
"Cody's had quite a busy time in the last twenty-four hours. I've lost count of how many times he's gotten fucked...or how many different dicks have fucked him. I needed him that way so he would sound realistically drugged and desperate when my accomplice dialed you up to come to his rescue." He looked over his shoulder at the unconscious, saturated stud sprawled nude with the baseball bat entrenched in his asshole. "Looks to me like he's been fucked out of commission for a while...a first for him, I think."
"Accomplice? Your return to Genoa? What are you talking about, Carter? You've never been here before," Nick was trying to understand, but it was a little difficult with eight plus inches of cock slipping in and out of him. "Why go through this elaborate charade just to screw me? All you ever had to do was ask, dude."
Grasping Newman's hips, Carter brought the sling to a stop and let his hardness throb motionless in Nick's murky depths. Steadying himself by the chains behind the Newman stud, Carter leaned over until he was face to face with the other man. His hot breath washed over Nicholas, who fought the primal urge to force his mouth over Carter's and urge him to continue their hot fucking. Instead he looked questioningly into his captor's piercing eyes, which had taken on an evil, almost black, hue.
"Look closely, Newman," the evil man hissed. "Forget all this plastic surgery I've had done so that I could once again walk amongst all of you. Just keep looking in my eyes and you'll see it all. I'm back to make you pay for what you've done to my life...what you took away from me. When you realize the truth you won't be so anxious to take a ride on my cock. But that's exactly when the fucking is going to get really good. And when I'm finished filling up your ass, I'm hopping in your shiny little sports car and heading out to the Newman ranch where I'm going to start where I left off with your wife. Only thing is...she wasn't your wife then. Wonder if she's gotten any better. Hard to imagine her sweet pussy being any more tender unless you've worn her out. Well...give it a few hours and I'll find out!"
"CLARK!! MATT CLARK!!!"
Nicholas railed against the bonds securing him, rattling the thick chains and threatening to bring the entire contraption cascading down from the rotted rafters. Huge blueish veins bulged at his temples as he gritted even white teeth together, big eyes widened with the horror of his situation. The heavy muscles in his arms and legs flexed impossibly large as he flailed about on the sling, anxious to extricate himself from the demon-stud's cock. Matt committed every second of Nick's stunned recognition to memory as if it had been played on some sort of low-speed recorder----from the first puzzled knit of his brow to the moment of outraged acceptance. It was one of two moments he had been anticipating for many years---and the end result was well worth the long wait. He wasn't smiling anymore; the time for games was over. Carter Mills' darkly handsome mask had been lifted and the venomous hatred of Matt Clark unveiled.
"GET OFF OF ME, YOU BASTARD!" Nick' s loud shout reverberated throughout the hollowed building. His ass muscles squeezed hardly, trying to clam up against the anal assault and cast the evil dick out. But Matt was into him far and deep, so Nick's efforts only served to hold his maddeningly pulsing cock even more tightly inside.
"Time for payback, Nicky-boy," Matt growled as his hips began to move, piledriving his full length deep inside the other man. Nicholas, understandably enraged, thrashed about on the sling---but it was to no avail. A sheen of perspiration broke out all over his hard body from the physical exertion of trying to escape Matt Clark's clutches. Matt rather enjoyed his deep-voiced, loud protests for awhile but, fearful of drawing any unwanted outside attention, he stuffed the grimy jockstrap back into the hot stud's mouth. Nicholas fought him on that too, tossing his head from side to side and clenching his jaws tightly, but in the end Matt won out and the Newman heir was muffled. Fear was etched all over his face as Nick glared at Clark through widened, horrified eyes---realizing he'd allowed himself to be trapped by the merciless rapist. Now he understood how his wife must have felt all those years ago when Clark had forced himself upon her---how she would feel again if Nick wasn't able to thwart the madman's ultimate plan.
Matt pounded into him like a battering ram, hard and forceful. He roughly shoved his big fucker all the way into Nicholas' man-cunt, ripped it quickly out and then plugged him full again. The thick head slammed against his insides, forcing him open even though Nicholas was straining against the insistent weapon. Over eight inches of stiff dick meat was plunged into his tightened chute again and again. Matt placed his sweaty palms over the muscled flesh of Nicholas' spread thighs, kneading them harder then necessary while his big balls slapped against the beefcake's quivering ass. There was sweat liberally pouring off his tight body as he powerfucked Nicholas Newman with everything that he had.
"Still hot for me, Newman?" the crazed man panted. "Lucky man I am, getting to fuck both husband and wife. How does that grab you, Nicky? Knowin' that my dick is still gonna be slick with your ass juices when I bang it into Sharon's gorgeous pussy? Whatdaya think of that?!?! Huh? HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
He was going apeshit on Nicholas now, fucking him like a man possessed. Every forceful thrust nearly knocked the wind out of the bottom and seemed to rattle through his entire body. Nicholas suddenly became conscious of the fact that his own cock, which had wilted upon hearing Carter's confession, had risen back to its full, glorious ten inches! His own body was turning on him; accepting the almost-brutal attentions of his arch-enemy. Nicholas decided to concentrate on the dick, not the man, and forget it was Matt Clark plowing his nether regions. He closed his eyes, allowing long lashes to dreamily rest against his creamy cheeks bones and focused on the man-meat fucking the living bejesus out of him. He thought of Miguel, the housekeeper, taking his cherry as a pre-pubescent boy; he thought of his father and Bradley Carlton taking him from both ends; he thought of rugged ex-convict Larry Warton banging away at him all night in some sleazy hotel; he thought of young Billy Abbott and his father and the grand time they'd had together. All those glorious cocks became one in his mind---they became the fanfuckingtastic detached driving dong working at him with a breakneck speed.
Clark was driving into Nicholas Newman's tight fuck hole like it was an unrestricted freeway. Every slamming fuckstroke was placed deliberately harder and deeper. Matt was totally getting off on the way Newman's slick guts felt gooshing around his bulldozing monster. Even through the gag, he could detect Nicholas' gasps and groans every time he completely filled the tight foxhole. There were tiny tears of pain (or pleasure?) gathering at the corners of the battered stud's closed eyes. Panting and nearly out of breath, Matt ordered those eyes opened and Nicholas obeyed. At the same time, his ass muscles relaxed and began to work with the plunging cock.
Matt continued to fuck him hard and fast, although now the fucking had taken on an entirely different aspect. Newman was no longer resisting him. Either the rich stud had given up the fight...or he was actually beginning to enjoy it. His big fucking hole was wide open, accommodating every inch of Clark's pecker and even squeezing it lovingly from within. They were both a sweaty mass of flesh and muscle, twin engines roaring towards an ultimate goal.
Nick blew first. The big tool assaulting his ass stroked his prostate one time too many, forcing Newman's roaring ten-inch hard-on to erupt in a virtual volcano of sperm-sauce. The thick, cloudy goo blew a trail all over his heaving torso and drenched his handsome, Nordic face. Matt ripped the jockstrap out of his mouth so that he could hear the Newman slut's wild sex moans. It was sweet justice indeed that he, fugitive from the law Matt Clark, had fucked the rich boy to orgasm. Jacked up with that knowledge, Clark felt his big ballsac seize up against his body. The pressure within him was building to a shattering crescendo. After only a few more deep satisfying strokes his entire body seemed to tense. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, teeth gnashing together, while his entire frame noticeably shuddered. Exhaling a guttural moan, Matt Clark blasted a load of ball juice way up inside Newman's manhole. His eyes shot wide open with the second wave of juicy cum splashing into his revered enemy and, by the time he'd coated Nick's intestines with seven shots of mangoo, he was finally able to focus again. Newman had that sexy just-fucked look written all over him and he didn't appear to be any worse for the wear, a fact that re-incensed Clark's anger.
"Sure hope your wife has the same reaction when I'm finished with her tingly twat," he taunted as he yanked his softening tool out of Newman's cum-drenched hole. "If she doesn't, I'll just have to do it again and again until I get the desired effect."
"Forget Sharon," Nick shouted out, anxious to prevent another rape. "It's me you've hated since we were in school; me who she married; me who is the father of her children; me who took all that away from you. Take your vengeance out on ME, Clark! Fuck it out of ME!" It was a grandstand play to distract the crazed man, but Matt Clark was no fool.
"Sorry Nick, no way!" He said, shaking his head. "Besides, I've already had your ass. Now its onward and upward to other things, like Sharon's sweet perfumed pussy. Hell, maybe I'll take her up the ass, too, just to see who's the better butt fuck---mister or missus Newman. There is one thing you are right about, though. The part about taking my vengeance. Sorry to inform you, Nicky boy, but you won't be walking out of here." He had reached down to the floor and retrieved a hunting knife he'd secreted there on his last visit. "I can't have you blowing my cover. When they find your bodies---you and Cody---they'll trace for prints and of course Matt Clark's will be all over the place. But they'll never be able to tie that in to Carter Mills. Neither you, nor Cody, nor your wife will be alive to tell them that."
Nick swallowed hard. "Your accomplice. You said something about an accomplice. What about him? Do you think he'll take the fall for you?" He was buying time and he knew it.
Matt chuckled. "That ignoramus? Don't make me laugh. He's the last one I've gotta settle with before I blow this town, and probably the easiest of all." He reached for the gag. "Now I know this is gonna hurt...alot...so I'm afraid I'm gonna have to shut you up." He leaned forward to force the material into Nicholas' mouth, but Nick was no longer looking at Matt. His attention had been caught by a movement behind the naked man.
Clark never knew what hit him. A wooden baseball ball arced through the air, guided by strong hands, and slammed against the side of his head, rendering the evil man unconscious. Nicholas' eyes were agape as he watched his tormentor slump to the cold cement floor. The mysterious attacker's heavily tendoned hand released the Louisville Slugger, which clattered to the floor alongside Clark. Sheer exhaustion from the frantic fuck, combined with the failing candlelight, made it difficult for Nick to distinguish his savior's features at first, but one look at the colorful tattoo emblazoned on one strongly muscled bicep caused instant recognition.
"WARTON! LARRY WARTON!" Nicholas gasped excitedly. "HOW DID YOU KNOW.....?"
Big Larry Warton stepped closer into the tricky light with a playful grin on his face. He winked knowingly at the shackled stud and let out a low whistle as his eyes boldly appraised the nude man's sexy form. "Damn if you don't look all kinds of hot and bad all trussed up there like that, Nicklas," he cooed, while grasping and squeezing the big bulge in the front of his jeans. "Too bad we don't have the time to take advantage of this situation."
"Don't worry, Larry, I'm going to pay you back in full," he said pointedly. "But there's no time for that now. Please...untie me before that bastard regains consciousness."
Larry chuckled. "Don't you worry 'bout that, he's out cold. We got a little time." And with that he squatted so that his face was directly in line with Nicholas' much-used bunghole. He dove into familiar territory, burying himself in the wide-open crevice of Nick's tasty asshole. His tongue easily slipped into the man's sloppy depths and he began to eat like it was his last supper. Nicholas, however, never had time enough to enjoy it---suddenly Larry was hacking, coughing and spitting onto the floor. Wiping splooge from his thin excuse of a mustache with the back of his big, working man's hand Larry disgustedly muttered, "Shoulda know'd Clark's fuckin' cum would taste like bitter poison. You better douche that shit outa ya real soon, Newman!" Still gagging, he got up and removed the restricting bonds from Nicholas' legs and arms and gathered up his clothes, which were strewn about the area.
As Nicholas hurriedly dressed, Larry outlined their strategy. "You get Cody-boy outa here and tend to him; he'll be okay in a couple of days. Once the two of you are gone I'll tie up Clark and make an anonymous call to the police about where they can find their fugitive. That way neither one of you has to get mixed up in this mess."
Larry's ideas were sound, so Nicholas readily agreed. They managed to wrap a blanket around Cody, who was still out like a light, and carry him out to Newman's car. Nicholas revved up the engine, looking up at Warton, who was leaned on the window sill.
"Like I said, Larry, I owe you. WE owe you---Cody and me. Can't answer for him, but you'll be gettin' your reward regularly from me, Wart Man." Even after all he'd been through, there was a mischievous twinkle in Nick Newman's blue eyes.
Warton traced his big index finger around Newman's puffy lips before poking it inside the stud's warm mouth and letting him suck on the thick digit. "I have an idea that Codester there is gonna be just as eager as you to let ole Larry have anythin' and everythin' he wants."
Everything seemed to ache Matt Clark when he finally came around some time later. His head hurt like hell, that much was for sure, but there was another pain more pressing coming from somewhere else. He was still in the abandoned warehouse, although most of the candles had been extinguished and he was in near darkness. He tried to move his arms but discovered they were solidly secured, as were his legs, to heavy lengths of chain stretching up above his naked, prone body. As his senses became clearer, Clark realized he was tied to the same sling where he'd earlier deflowered Nick Newman! His head shot from side to side, peering through the darkness for some sign of another person as he tugged at the binding chains. A sudden cramp clutched his lower belly, prompting Matt to look down between his crudely parted thighs, and that's when he saw the object of his unexplained pain. A huge dildo had been shoved up his ass while he was unconscious and only the flared handle remained outside of him!
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Clark bellowed, fully awake now. "MY FUCKIN' VIRGIN HOLE!!!!! WHO?....WHERE?....WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?! GET THIS THING THE FUCK OUTA ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
There was a cackle of laughter from the darkness and then Larry Warton stepped into view.
"YOU!!!" Clark's eyes narrowed accusingly.
"That's right, Carter...or Clark...or whoever the fuck you are. Me, Larry, the ignoramous! Only ole Larry wasn't quite as dumb as you thought he was. Ya see, Clark," he explained, "what you didn't know is that when you started playin' this little game of yers, I was playin' one of my own. Me and Nick's been tight for awhile now, only you didn't know that. I wuz never gonna let you really hurt him, and certainly you weren't gettin' anywhere near his sweet, innocent wife. Sure I let you fuck him---I like watchin' Nicholas get fucked, especially when I know that the next dick goin' in him is gonna be mine!" He thought of the photographs he had safely stored away of Nicholas' bawdy romp with his father and that good-looking Mediterranean-looking demi-god Brad Carlton...the extra set he'd had made that Nick knew nothing about. "The name of my game was Catch Matt Clark, and looks to me like I've won! Now all I've gotta do is turn you over to the authorities and I don't have to worry about you messin' up my good thing with rich boy Newman."
"No, Larry, you've got this all wrong," Clark was pleading, trying to save himself from exposure and forget about the burning heat in his rectum. "You and me are partners, bro. We'll get outa this town, Larry. Go somewhere else. Get somethin' else goin'. The two of us put our heads together there's no tellin' what we can do. What do you say, Larry?"
Larry shook his head, snickering. "No way, Clark. But don't you worry; I'm not gonna call the heat right away. I'm gonna leave you here for awhile to think about every rotten thing you did to Nicky boy's wife all those years back....gonna make you feel some of what she felt."
Before Matt could protest, the same wet jockstrap he'd gagged Nicholas with was suddenly shoved into his mouth and secured into place by a length of cloth fastened at the back of his head. He flailed about on the sling attempting an escape, but it was of no use. Next, Warton fashioned Clark's shirt around his lower extremities like a makeshift diaper, careful not to tie the thing into place just yet. Clark's eyes widened when he saw Larry lift a hand-held drill from the floor and stuff it into the pouch of the "diaper". Larry attached the drill bit to the base of the fat dildo and finished knotting the shirt so that the drill-do wouldn't move from between Matt's hairy thighs---for several hours at least.
"You're gonna know what its like to get really fucked, Clark, to be screamin' for it to stop but nobody hears ya, just like you didn't hear Sharon Newman. Don't you worry, man, I loaded up your hole with a whole bottle full of oil. You're super slicked and ready to go." And with that, he hooked a finger under the cotton cloth and flicked a switch, powering on the charged drill. Carter's body bolted as the veiny dildo began whirring around inside his ass. His cock involuntarily shot to life as the big thing screwed into his sensitive prostate, sending electric charges throughout his body. Larry flipped the switch again and the dildo moved into a persistent "medium" mode, literally curling Matt's toes and causing his hands to clench around fistfulls of air. And then Larry let the thing go, stoking it up to maximum speed. Matt's body shook like a lobotomized man, his dark eyes bugged out of their sockets and a high-pitched scream was thankfully muffled by the piss-drenched jockstrap. Blowing out the remaining candles and plunging the warehouse into darkness, Larry Warton departed.
It was nearly ten hours later when the police, acting on an anonymous tip placed by none other than Larry Warton, discovered Carter Mills a/k/a/ Matt Clark. Although the drill's charge had run out hours ago, Clark was jerking around on the platform as though it were still screwing him. For almost the first full two straight hours the brutal contraption had relentlessly buzzed away inside his ass, forcing him to cum again and again and again. Then, ever so slowly, it began to wear down until finally---almost mercifully---it died inside of him. But by then, after living through every hour, every minute, every second of the power-charged dildo gutting his insides, Carter/Matt had gone hopelessly insane. When the Genoa Memorial Emergency Room Doctor later removed the formidable fuck-machine from deep inside him, the incoherent man grabbed the good doc by the wrist and forcefully stuffed most of the healer's fingers up his ass, immediately sending him into a dry orgasm. Days later, heavily sedated and restrained in a straight-jacket, Carter/Matt was committed to the psychiatric ward, where it was expected he would remain the rest of his life. His every waking moment was filled with the sounds and sensations of the evil drill-do plowing him into insanity---and making him cum over and over again in his hospital dressing gown. He screamed against the padded walls of his cubicle to make it stop...but it wouldn't....not ever!
Nicholas wasn't exactly thrilled with the manner in which Larry had handled the Matt Clark situation, but in the final analysis he had to admit that the punishment somehow befitted the crime. In any case, he was extremely grateful to the ex-convict for saving his and Sharon's lives---and showed him just how much during an all-nighter in an expensive room in one of Genoa's finer hotels. As long as Nicholas continued to provide him with a welcome, hot hole Larry had no intention of using his extra set of blackmail photos against the man...
Cody rebounded quite nicely and was back in action a week after his marathon fuck-fest. He was deeply saddened by Carter's downfall: despite the fact he was actually Matt Clark in disguise, Carter had been a great fuck. Cody moped around the coffee house for his first few nights and there seemed to be no cheering him up. That is, until he found himself alone in the place with both Nicholas Newman and Larry Warton at closing time and showed them just how much of a cock whore he had become. The two virile studs managed to put that cute, wholesome smile right back on his handsome face...