This is a story I penned well over a year ago and sent out to each reader who had been kind enough to email me with their encouraging words over the Young and Restless Men series. For awhile the story was lost to me when I switched servers, but thankfully returned via one of those same "fans". Since my writing has taken me in other directions and I haven't added to the series in quite some time, I've decided to share this oldie-but-goodie with the entire readership of Nifty. Hope you enjoy it...and Happy Holidays to all!!!......Jon Royale
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copyright (c) 2000 JRoyale
A procession of sleek black limousines crept along snow-covered, winding Genoa City roadways on this frigid December eve. An icy wind whipped around the long stretch limos, forcing their highly qualified drivers to maintain a crawling speed. Overnight, a heavy snow had begun to fall and continued on into the early morning hours. Plows toiled all day to clear the treacherous streets before temperatures dropped into the single digits, as predicted, by late afternoon. The air was wickedly crisp; only the brave ventured out into the sub-zero wind chill. And yet, at the nine o'clock hour, twelve polished limos ventured along the lonely streets toward an old, rustic lodge nestled at the foot of the hills.
Only one week ago each of the occupants of the plush vehicles had received their gold embossed invitation. "A Very Special Christmas Party," it declared, giving the date, time and location, and was simply signed "Your Host." The complimentary limousine service was clearly outlined, as was the admonition regarding "no guests." Most of the all-male recipients of the mysterious invitation at first pushed it aside as some obligatory holiday gesture, but curiosity ultimately prevailed and every guest was present and accounted for. Their host watched from a frosty upstairs window in the lodge, smiling his satisfaction as he counted the final limo. They had all taken the bait---and he was certain none would have cause for regret after the night was over!
The first car to come to a halt in front of the brilliantly lit lodge was inhabited by John Abbott, patriarch of the wealthy Abbott family and President of Jabot Cosmetics. It was fitting that John should be seated in the lead car; he was, after all, the oldest of the group and had always been well-respected by the others. John accepted the cryptic invitation to this party specifically because of the air of mystery surrounding it. In recent months he had learned to explore facets of life he'd never before considered; such as fucking his cute teenaged son's tight ass. He longed to feel another rush of exhilaration course through his aging body and hoped this impromptu party would be the catalyst for more first-time experiences.
In the darkened limo directly behind John Abbott sat Neil Winters, right-hand man to Victor Newman, multimillionaire owner of spectacularly successful Newman Industries. Neil was a highly educated, sophisticated and attractive mid-thirties black man. He had the air of someone who was self assured---in business, at least. On the home front, Neil had not been as successful. It was only due to the lack of a current relationship that the usually-serious man found himself partaking in this mystery holiday party. Perhaps it would help him forget, even if only for a little while, that he was unable to spend this Christmas season with his young daughter, who was off in Paris with her gallivanting cover-model mother.
The third limousine picked up its handsome cargo at the local airport before joining the entourage. Cole Howard had been reluctant to return to Genoa City and the memories of his two failed marriages. He was an established best selling author currently residing in France, but lately he'd suffered the dreaded "writer's block". No matter how long he stared at the screen of his laptop, words failed to flow. The only bright spot in the past few months had been the elusive invitation---which served to intrigue his writer's imagination. Already the idea for a new book had begun to formulate in his mind: lonely writer lured to Midwest town under the pretext of a holiday gathering, only to find himself deeply enmeshed in...what? Cole had every intention of discovering the answer to that pressing question.
Brock Reynolds, local do-gooder and son of Katherine Chancellor, queen bee of Genoa City, filled out the next car. He was an attractive, although slightly overweight, middle-aged man who had seemingly given up his world traveling to focus on the plight of the needy right here at home. Brock was also somewhat of an evangelist, spouting out scripture as the situation deemed necessary. He would have preferred to remain at home with his mother and teen-aged daughter this evening but the Duchess had insisted he go out and have some fun. Brock didn't know how much fun he would have, but decided he might be able to recruit some new sponsors for the local homeless shelter from amongst the party goers. If so, the night would not be a total waste.
Unscrupulous attorney Michael Baldwin was next in the processional, followed by private eye Paul Williams. Fortunately, neither knew of the other's presence; they were sworn enemies with admiring eyes for the same woman---Paul's wife! Directly behind the Williams car was the vehicle carrying Tomas del Cerro, another best-selling writer who was quickly becoming a friend of Paul's due to his budding relationship with Paul's wife's best friend. Del Cerro and Cole Howard were equally intrigued by the strange invitation---they both needed to jumpstart their writing careers. Investigating the source of this little party might assist brooding Tomas into getting those creative juices flowing once again.
Pulling to a stop behind the del Cerro limo was the car carrying Dr. Reese Walker. Reese was an attractive strawberry-blond physician with an equally attractive bedside manner. An emergency at the hospital had almost caused him to back out of these festivities, which would have disappointed the eligible doctor immensely. He'd been looking forward to the party; everyone knew Reese was totally dedicated to Genoa Memorial, but the man needed to follow his own advice and let his hair down every once in a while. Tonight would be the perfect opportunity to do just that!
Miguel Rodriguez, the long-time Mexican manservant to the Newman family, inhabited the next car. Miguel couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in the big limo, even though he'd ridden one on numerous occasions. Coming from a poor background south of the border was not something he would ever entirely forget, no matter how good the Newman's were to him. In fact, he had no intention of attending the party until Mrs. Newman, having learned of the invitation, gave him the necessary encouragement. He wondered if he would fit in with the other party-goers, or would he be totally out of place. To please the Newman family, as always, Miguel knew he would have to make the best of the situation.
Ryan McNeil ran a hand through his longish, silky, chestnut colored hair and fidgeted nervously in the next car. He, like all the others, had no clue what this little soiree was all about but remained intensely curious. McNeil was a cute little thirtyish stud who had a bevy of female---and male---admirers, as well as a few ex-wives and on-again, off-again current bimbo of a mate. He wasn't a big guy, but he was an ardent lover. As he flicked out his tongue to moisten his always-wet lips, Ryan wondered what harem of cuties he'd encounter tonight.
One of the hottest cuties of the bunch was riding directly behind him. Chocolate brown with lips, eyes and pecs-for-days, Malcolm Winters rubbed big nervous palms over his muscular thighs and looked out the window at the lodge, illuminated by thousands of bright white twinkling lights. A model's photographer by trade, he'd left his equipment at the studio but sure wished he could have gotten a shot of this rustic place out in the midst of a winter wonderland! Malcolm could hardly wait to meet the host (or hostess) of the party. He had convinced himself that his invitation to such a ritzy pah-tee was a prelude to a future assignment with a new, ultra-wealthy client. Little did he know that his own brother was way up at the head of the line in the second car and that he'd had passing acquaintance with most of the others in the entourage.
The caravan was brought up at the rear by, appropriately enough, Jabot executive Jack Abbott, son of papa John. Jack wasn't the last bit thrilled about this weird party and the strict instructions regarding no companion. He would much rather have had one of his babes, preferably the wacky but always-delightful Phyllis, next to him on the plush limousine cushions. Jacko was horny as hell tonight and decided if there wasn't a desirable catch amongst the guests he was high-tailing it out of there and finding a warm place to park his pecker. He readjusted his tie, toyed with his diamond-studded cuff links and waited for the driver to come around to open the door and let him out into the chilly night air.
On cue, the twelve nameless chauffeurs simultaneously opened the car doors and stepped back, allowing their passengers to disembark. The twelve male guests took a few steps out onto the cobblestone drive and had their first look at each other. Jack spied his father at the head of the line, but his smile of greeting turned to a stern glare when despised ex-brother-in-law Cole Howard came out of nowhere to greet John with a big macho hug. John Abbott was pleasantly surprised to see Cole; his daughter's ex looked even handsomer than when he'd left Genoa City to pursue his success in the literary world. And he still wore those form-fitting, crotch-bulging faded denim jeans over pointed cowboy boots.
The Winters brothers, on the outs with each other once again, were formally polite and joined Dr. Reese as the small group headed into the lodge. Paul Williams and Michael Baldwin were shooting daggers at each other as Paul exchanged greetings with Tomas in the festively decorated foyer. Brock recognized Miguel from the Mexican's many visits to the homeless shelter with donations from the Newman family and went over to join the man in conversation. The main topic on everyone's mind was the event of the evening---and the identity of the person, or persons, who had arranged it. Only Jack seemed to be aware that there was one major thing missing from the little party---female companionship. Even the service personnel taking coats and offering hors d'oeurves and champagne were all of the masculine gender.
Ryan felt particularly uncomfortable with the company. Several men in the room had history with more than one of Ryan's harem of wives/girl friends and the others were from the business competition. He didn't think it wise to allow Neil Winters, his boss' attaché, to see him conspiring with the enemy. Earlier today he and Neil had engaged in a heated verbal disagreement at the office which Ryan wasn't quite ready to sweep under the rug. He drained his first glass of bubbly and hastily grabbed another; if nothing else, there was courage at the bottom of that fluted glass.
"When did you slither back into town?" Jack deadpanned as he finally broke in on Cole Howard and his father.
Cole grinned evenly, his playful eyes sparkling. "Nice to see you again, too, Jack."
Jack dismissed the dark-haired man. "So, Pop," he directed his attention to the all-knowing John, taking a sip from his glass. "What do you think this little shindig is all about? And will you just take a look at the cast of characters!"
John had to admit, as he enjoyed the tasty glass of champagne, that it was an odd assortment for a holiday gathering. The low playing seasonal tunes and the floor to ceiling elaborately decorated tree in the center of the room attested to the fact that this indeed was a Christmas party. But why the unusual guest list, encompassing both Jabot and Newman players, was beyond his comprehension.
Cole eased away from father and son and introduced himself to Tomas del Cerro as a fan of his work. Tomas, equally impressed by Cole's novels, snatched a second drink from a passing tray and took to praising Cole's latest published work. Cole helped himself to another glass of champagne, excited to be sharing war stories with a fellow author. How bizarre that they were both suffering a writing slump at precisely the same time.
"What are you doing here, Baldwin?" It was Paul, coming from directly behind the shifty lawyer.
Michael smiled his cockiness. "Same as you, I guess, Paul. Anonymous invitation. Say....it couldn't be your wife putting together this little gathering, could it?"
Paul's back hairs went up just hearing Michael speak of Christine. He drained his glass and turned away from the smirking prick.
The assembly of men sparred...they laughed...they reminisced...they nibbled on the exquisite catered appetizers...and they all had at least one glass of the amusing champagne. Ryan was the first to feel the effect of the drugged drink.
He'd just finished his third when he began to feel uncomfortably flushed and incredibly thirsty. He immediately went to the wet bar and downed a tall glass of ice cold water. Tomas del Cerro and Cole Howard were the two men nearest to the bar. Cole's back was to Ryan, who lowered his eyes to feast on the nicely taut globes of man ass encased in those oh-so-tight jeans. He licked his lips tastily as his prick came to life in his pants. Reaching deep into his pockets, Ryan took the head of his cock between thumb and index finger and squeezed it gently. He didn't know what had overtaken him; he was fully aware that he was playing with himself in plain sight of everyone, but was powerless to stop himself. In a matter of minutes he would be kneeling behind Cole with his face shoved up in the seam of the writer's pants if he didn't get a grip on his overactive hormones.
Unbeknownst to Ryan, the champagne was having the same effect on all the other men in the room, as well. Dr. Reese's eyes were unable to break away from the bulging pec muscles rising from the deep V of Malcolm's oversized sweater; Neil was fascinated by the tiny pulse in Reese's smooth, pink throat; and Malcolm noticed for the first time the ripe fullness of his brother's lips. John Abbott was having a hard time keeping eye contact with his son---his eyes kept roving up and down his eldest boy's body; and even lady's man Jacko was marveling at how aristocratically handsome his father appeared at over sixty years of age. Paul Williams was still glancing at Michael Baldwin, but the intent of his gaze had changed. Now, every time he looked at him, he thought of impaling the sniveling bastard on his super-hero penis and fucking him like a mad dog until the lying lawyer pleaded for a continuance. And Michael had visions of giving a lusty blow job to the mighty Paul weapon; he could almost taste the Christine-juices on her husband's dick. Brock and Miguel were the most brazen of all: Brock had his big hand shoved halfway down the front of Miguel's slacks and Miguel was feverishly massaging the tube lengthening down the leg of Brock's loose jeans.
They were all in a state of wanton lust and ready to fuck and suck the first thing in sight. Up above, a lone figure stepped out from behind a doorway and came to look over the long railing at the men in heat below him. A self-satisfied smile played across his handsome, weathered face: the drug had achieved the desired effect. He watched for several moments, cock stiffening in his pants, before slowly descending the grand staircase---still unseen by his otherwise-occupied guests.
The drug boosted body temperature, forcing the men to shed some of their clothing to make themselves more comfortable. Malcolm ditched his thin sweater, revealing an expertly chiseled, powerful chest. Reese's mouth watered looked at the huge slabs of pectoral muscle dotted with half-dollar sized nipples. His hands shot out, palms flattened against the hard male flesh, and wandered along the expanse of Malcolm's massive chest. The large brown nipples hardened instantly upon Reese's touch. Hungrily licking his lips, Reese attacked the protruding nubs with his mouth. He licked, sucked and chewed on each dark nip as though he were trying to draw milk. Neil came up close behind Malcolm, circled his arms around his brother's tight waist and pressed their bodies together. Malcolm's head fell back against his older brother's shoulder with mouth agape, eyes rolling at the sensations Dr. Reese's breast-feeding was causing to his prick. Reaching under the waistband of Mal's pants, Neil easily found the growing monster and took the hot member into his hand. Their mouths met and the two black brothers engaged in a feverish tongue exploratory while the good doctor devoured Malcom's perky pecs.
By the bar, Tomas and Cole were slowly and sensuously stripping one another. Tomas undid each button on Cole's dress shirt while their eyes remained locked together. Pulling the shirt tails from the waist of Cole's pants, Tomas pushed the starched shirt back on the handsome author's broad shoulders and allowed his hands to roam over Cole's nicely developed chest. Cole grasped the hem of Tomas' pull-over cardigan and slowly yanked it up over the other man's head, exposing Tomas' smooth torso. Tomas, in turn, unzipped Cole's fly and peeled the hottie's tight jeans and briefs down to his knees. Cole automatically reciprocated by unfastening Tomas' belt and assisting him out of slacks and boxers. Nude, both writers stood for a moment facing one another before reaching out to take hold of the other's bulging erection. Cole peeled back the foreskin from Tomas' uncut beauty while the moody author caressed Howard's eight-incher with both hands. Their hips gyrated as they worked their aroused members in each other's pumping hand. All this time, Ryan McNeil had been standing at the bar striping himself down to bikini briefs as he watched the two best-selling authors go at each other. Cole's cute dimpled butt was rotating around right in front of Ryan's eyes. Unable to control himself any longer Ryan lunged, dropped to his knees behind Cole and forced his cute face up into the cleft of his ass. Cole appreciatively spread his sinewy legs farther apart and pushed his sweet butt out to Ryan, who noisily slurped along the length of the manly crack and poked his tongue at the winking hole.
Big Brock had Miguel in a bear lock as their naked bodies thrashed around on the plush carpeting. The gospel-spouting evangelist was on top of the Newman's houseman, with his big, hairy ass poised over Miguel's face and the Mexican's hot, uncut chorizo all the way down his throat. He sucked, slurped and feasted on the spicy ethnic cock while Miguel spread the bigger man's meaty buns and reamed his tongue along the funky crack. He slid his smooth tongue along the wrinkled outside of the rubbery ass ring and was rewarded when it began to pulse outward. Miguel pressed the tip of his tongue into the bull's eye and worked himself as far as possible into Brock's pungent depths, excavating the walls of his shit hole. Brock deep-throated his partner with renewed frenzy, wondering all the while how the hot dick would feel up his well-eaten ass canal.
Michael Baldwin was on his knees in front of Paul Williams, dick in mouth. The shady lawyer was buck naked except for black tie and socks. As his tongue swirled around the rim of Paul's impressive cockhead, he could swear he tasted the flavor of Christine. The thought that Paul might very well have fucked his wife just before venturing out for the party encouraged Michael to swallow down to the private eye's short blond curly hairs. He'd wanted to eat Christine's sweet pussy sooooooooooooooo bad for soooooooooooo many years, and here he was gulping down the fuck muscle of her husband! Deep in his subconscious, Paul Williams knew he shouldn't be enjoying manipulative Michael's mouth on his cock but the drugged champagne rendered him defenseless. Besides, it had been a long time since his last blow job---Chris wasn't in to oral sex---and, as despised as he was, Michael was making Paul feel so damned good!
Old John Abbott and his handsome lady killer son were engaged in a serious lip lock as their hands tore at each other's clothes. For some reason his Dad had become the most desirable entity in the universe and Jackie wanted nothing more than to kiss and caress every millimeter of the older man's body. His hands roamed over John's arms, chest and buttocks as their mouths noisily worked together. John wrapped his arms around his son, embracing him in a big daddy hug and crushing big Abbott cocks between their undulating bodies. Both men worked their hips in unison so that their pulsating pricks glided along the other's abdomen. Their long, deep kiss continued---neither wishing to break the moment. Wet, sloshing sounds emanated from their mashed lips as father and son feverishly sucked face. Jackie felt a sticky wetness coat his lower belly and knew that papa John was oozing precious pre-cum. He dug his strong hands into the flesh of his father's butt cheeks and vehemently kneaded the soft mounds as he thrust his pelvis against his old man, producing man goo of his own. If this latest much longer, Jacko knew he would soon be on his knees lapping at the mighty Abbott warrior.
The staff had disappeared prior to things becoming so heated, just as they'd been previously instructed, leaving Victor Newman and his twelve guests alone in the rented lodge. Victor smiled inwardly as he observed the various couplings throughout the room. His own twelve incher was fully erect and he hadn't even consumed any of the potent aphrodisiac. Ryan McNeil's face looked so good wedged up into Cole Howard's tight butt; Victor couldn't decide which stud he'd like to fuck first. What the heck, he thought. It was his party, after all. He could bang both bouncing butts---slowly and deliberately. And as far as those bastards Michael Baldwin and Jack Abbott, old Victor would tear up their holes unmercifully. Yes, indeed, the business tycoon could have more than his share of manpussy this evening; he might sample every hot, hairy hole in the room before the evening was over!
He sauntered through the writhing bodies unnoticed and went over to stand before a tall set of white double doors outlined with holly and cranberries.
"GENTLEMEN!" his thick voice boomed. "MAY I PLEASE HAVE YOUR ATTENTION, GENTLEMEN!"
The familiar voice seemed to come from very far away, although Victor stood only a few feet from most of his guests. In their drugged state, they managed to divert attention from their respective partner for a moment and acknowledge their host. Jack Abbott's eyes bulged as he swiftly recognized his arch-enemy, but a closer look gave horny Jacko a newfound appreciation for "the mustache." Victor's hard upper body was barely covered by a studded black leather harness which criss-crossed over his rock-hard pectorals. Matching arm bands strained against his powerful biceps, causing the strong muscles to appear even more pronounced. He wore leather chaps over bare flesh, his tight ass bulging out of the back while his turgid cock-ringed member stood proudly from the front. Jack was speechless as he stared at the huge, thick cock which reached halfway up the Black Knight's chest. He'd never seen one so damned big! The angry blue veins pulsing up the sides of the gargantuan shaft were nearly as thick as his pinky finger! And the big balls dangling between the old fuck's legs were the size of a pair of oranges!!
Victor appreciated Jack Abbott's bold appraisal, even though he knew the exotic drug was solely responsible for the destruction of everyone's inhibitions.
He continued to address the sexually aroused group in his thick German brogue. "I thank you all for accepting my somewhat mysterious invitation, gentlemen. I have invited you all here tonight for a special holiday celebration. And now, if you would kindly follow me into the main party room." With that he turned, giving them a lurid view of his rugged ass cheeks, and threw open the double doors leading to the next room. The others followed him into the anteroom, eerily illuminated by close to one hundred white tapered candles in long, floor-stand holders. There were audible gasps, sighs and moans from the entourage when their eyes focused on the assembly in the heart of the room.
Shackled and bound in varying poses of total nudity were two hunky men and two delectable teens: Brad Carlton, Nicholas Newman, Billy Abbott and Raul Gutierrez. They all had a glazed look on their equally handsome faces, as though they too had imbibed in the potent sex drug. Bradley's muscular body was molded into a low-hanging sling suspended from a beam on the ceiling. Gorgeous Nicholas was belly-down on the floor, his arms and legs spread wide apart and shackled with lengths of chain attached to pegs hammered into the floor boards. Raul was perched backwards on a chair, arms tied around the tall back and ankles bound to the front legs---with his tight young boy ass provocatively balanced over the edge of the seat. Billy was on his back on a bed of cushions, thin legs spread and raised, showing off his own tight little bung hole. His hands were attached by duct tape to the outside of his ankles, making it impossible for the blond teen to move from his exposed position.
"Here they are, gentlemen," Victor said with a sweeping gesture of his arm, "for your sampling pleasure. I've already taken the liberty of personally lubricating each of their man pussies with my saliva." As if to clarify his statement, Victor reached inside his mouth with two thick fingers and plucked out the thick, curly hair which had wedged itself between his front teeth. Examining it curiously, a self-satisfied smile played across his rugged face as he easily identified his son Nicholas' chestnut ass hair. Flicking the dark hair to the floor he invited the group, "Dig in and enjoy!"
Surprisingly, Miguel was the first to make a move. Deliberately bypassing Nicholas, his usual fuck-buddy, the debonair Mexican approached young Raul. Dropping himself to the floor, he turned away from the boy and elbowed his way under the chair. Raising on tricep muscles, Miguel brought his face closer and closer to the sweet boy butt poised at the edge of the chair. His swollen tongue rolled out and reamed up and down the tasty crack. Young Raul moaned and pressed his shapely little buns outward, giving the manservant easier access to his pungent pucker. Miguel teased the pretty bud with the blunt tip of his rapidly flicking tongue, prompting Raul's hole to open like a budding flower. Miguel then easily slid his hot mouth muscle inside the taut tunnel, deep enough to taste the inner fruit. Raul was cooing like a pigeon---that is, until papa bear Brock stepped up in front of him resting his big hairy balls on top of the chair's back and pushed his hard cock up against the teen's lips. Raul plunged his mouth over the blazing organ, swallowing better than three quarters of the eight-inch rod down his throat. Sucking on the fat meat, he reveled in the pleasures Miguel's mouth was bringing to his boy-pussy.
Lecherously observing his seventeen-year-old brother's firm, lithe thighs spread wide apart, legs bent at the knees exposing his tight, hairless young hole, caused Jack's fleshpole to pulse excitedly. Billy's own dick was rock hard and bobbing against his stomach, a dribble of youthful pre-cum dangling from his pisshole. The lean teen had the look of a pussy boy who wanted to be fiercely fucked. "Smilin' Jack" dropped to the cushions, scooted up between his baby brother's smooth thighs and pressed the head of his hard-on against the quivering fuck hole. The first few inches of his dick slid easily into the boy's ass. He ran his bloated glans back and forth though the relaxed hole before pushing deeper into the wet little pucker. Billy was gawking at him with those sexy blue irises---his hot, full lips hanging provocatively open. It was quite obvious that little brother was no virgin; he loved a hard dick up his ass! Losing control, Jack plunged all the way in and ground his fat organ around in the lad's sloppy guts. Billy's clear whites rolled in their sockets and soft, excited moans erupted from his gaping mouth. Big brother began to plow the hungry young asshole hard, sliding his thick crimson shaft in and out of the luscious butthole. With hands taped to the outside of his ankles, Billy was defenseless against his hot older brother's welcome assault. The blond teen was really getting into Jack's rapid rhythm when two hands grasped the sides of his face, pulled his head backward and stuffed a big, fat and hard cock down his throat. Billy automatically began sucking on the familiar piece of man meat and successfully swallowed it down to the balls. Jack Abbott lustfully looked across the boy's writhing body into their father's eyes and leaned in with parted lips to sloppily kiss the "old guy".
Neil Winters was unable to tear his wide hazel saucers away from his boss' son's nude, spread-eagled body. The hot Newman stud looked entirely too desirable pinned by all four limbs face-down on the floor. Long sinuous arms tugged at the chains binding them, causing the hard muscles along his thick neck and broad shoulders to visibly dance under smooth pink skin. Neil's eyes roamed down the stud's tight flanks to a perfectly narrowed waist, then settled on the twin mounds of firm, gorgeous bubble butt which lay before him in hairless perfection. The tiny man hole was barely visible within the dark shadows of naughty Nick's deep cleft.
Looking over to Victor Newman, the young man's father, Neil saw a nod of approval and, shucking the remainder of his clothes, stepped forward. He lowered his long, lean chocolate body so that he was lying atop the white hunk with his painfully erect nine-incher burrowed into Nick's sweaty crack. His dark hands came up under the handsome hunk's chest and found his meaty pecs and hardened nipples. As the black man's long dark fingers toyed with his sensitive nubs while his cock rode along the deep ass crevice, Nicholas craned his head to look back at the stud servicing him and smiled when he saw Neil's face. Neil leaned in to nibble on Nick's neck and ear, causing the hot jock to thrash against his bonds. How appropriate, Nick thought, that his Dad's right-hand man was poised to thrust his big black cock deep into his velvety-like asshole.
Neil pressed the fat head of his dick to the pulsing pink pucker but, before he had half a chance, Nick's butt-lips smacked outward and sucked him right into the moist shithole. Groaning at the first intense feel of the Newman slut's warm insides along the sensitive nerves of his prick, Neil slid all of his shaft past the clenching assring and buried himself entirely in the other man's sinkhole. He fucked him slowly at first---then faster and deeper, savoring the wet, clenching ass muscles sliding along his crank. Nicholas' outstretched hands rattled the confining chain links, anxious for the freedom to fondle his lover's heaving body as his fuckhole was pleasurably plowed by Neil Winters' colossal cock.
With a sly look at old man Newman, Michael Baldwin knelt in front of Nicholas. He leaned far back so that he was sitting on his calves, arms placed in a tricep push-up behind him to support his upper body. The muscles of his hairy thighs strained as he slid his pelvis in closer to the Newman boy's face. All tied up as he was, Nicholas had no choice but to accept Baldwin's pulsing crotch rocket.
"Damn you, Baldwin," he muttered before parting his full, sexily swollen lips and plunging his mouth over the hot organ. Nick roughly used his lips, tongue and teeth on the lawyer's tasty meat, taking special care to nip at the sensitive nerve endings of his fat dickhead. Not willing to let the Newman slut best him, Michael thrust his groin upward and rammed his entire length into Nicholas' throat. He held it in there for several moments, enjoying the feeling that washed over his cock as Nick struggled to fight the gag reflex. Michael wanted to choke the good-looking stud with his cock---and he wanted that bastard Victor to observe every moment of it. Oddly enough, Victor was stroking his humongous piece and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying his son's sweet torture.
Dr. Reese was trying like hell to swallow the big beautiful black organ belonging to Malcolm Winters. The ultra-buffed photographer sported a might hefty slab of man meat, giving credence to the age-old myth about the size of a brutha's endowment. His fat chocolate monster had to be every bit as big and bloated as Victor Newman's twelve incher---perhaps even more. As loving as the good doctor was being to his thick tubesteak, Malcolm was dying for a piece of white ass. All the while Reese had been giving him some pretty decent head, Mal's eye was on the equally buffed body of Brad Carlton, delectably dangling there on the sling with his bulging thighs spread and his wet asshole winking at the black Adonis.
The GQ-handsome Bradley was by no means at a loss for adulation. Cole Howard, whom he'd seduced months ago while on a business trip to Paris, was busily sucking on his dick; Ryan McNeil was chewing on the juicy nipples pointing out from rock-hard, beautifully contoured pecs; and both Tomas del Serro and Paul Williams were to either side of his face, feeding him their man cocks. Every now and then, as he totally went down on the Brad-cock, Cole's roaming hand would graze over the muscle stud's fuck trench, driving Malcolm crazy! Brad-slut was going wild on the two cock-heads, which he took in his mouth together, sucking and lapping at the purple ridged glans. Both Paul and Tomas ground their cocks around in his oral cavity, Brad's tongue slithering between the two weapons as they engaged in a sexy sword fight.
Suddenly Malcolm's sight was blocked by Ryan, who had circled the sling to crouch down on his haunches and place his cute face between Bradley's stretched legs, eating away at studley's yawning hole.
"Oh no, you don't go there, little man," Malcolm drawled, yanking his cock from Reese's face-hole. With three long strides he was at the sling, brutally shoving Ryan out of the way. Ryan lost his precarious balance and went crashing to the floor---right into the arms of Dr. Reese! Startled at first, he looked into the good doctor's eyes and saw a familiar twinkling. Their lips were locked in a matter of seconds, hands busily exploring flesh, new male flesh---their lover of a few moments ago totally forgotten by both.
Brad's eyes opened wide with both shock and terror as he caught sight of the black stalk rising up...and up...and up...from Malcolm's neatly manicured groin. Furtive attempts at protest were rendered inaudible by the two man-cocks pumping in and out of his mouth. He thrashed about in the sling, trying vainly to escape the oncoming monster, but his actions were misconstrued by the two cocksmen at his sides. Both Paul and Tomas, high on the sex drug, crammed their jaw breaking missiles down Brad's throat at the same instant Malcolm shoved his bulbous cockhead into the man's squirming ass. An intense pain flooded his rectum as Malcolm stretched him wide, burying an additional inch with each inward thrust.
Brad snorted and gagged around the white dicks stuffing his face as the black monster rearranged his insides. Cole, with a bird's eye view of the phenomenal penetration, was sucking like a human milking machine on Bradley's rigid prick. As Malcolm hit bottom and his huge torpedo began to pulse, stretching Brad's ass chamber even wider, the gym-toned white stud lost all control and flooded the author's mouth with his seed. Brad's inner muscles tightened like a vise around Mal's huge dick as he shot one huge load after another into Cole's rapidly lapping face-hole. Once the cumming had subsided, the initial pain of such a gigantic fuck-tool invading his tail pipe began to dissipate and was replaced with a raunchy, warm and hungry feeling. Malcolm settled into fucking the muscle hunk with greater ease. Cole, having sucked the last drop of delicious man goo from Brad's impressive pecker, didn't waste a minute before settling in behind Malcolm and burying his face between the black he-man's thrusting buttocks.
The aroma of man sweat and dizzying pheromones permeated the large anteroom. Masculine growls and sighs, sloppy sucking and slapping skin added to the intense aphrodisia. Victor's amused eyes wandered across the room, settling momentarily on his faithful houseman Miguel, who was now plowing young Raul's butt, perched accessibly at the edge of a tall-backed four-legged chair. While he blatantly humped the seventeen-year-old's tight little boy hole, Miguel leaned over the lad's shoulder and joined him in sucking off profusely-sweating bear, Brock Reynolds.
The Abbott family reunion continued in another part of the room, but by now father and eldest son had turned blond Billy on his side and were performing a seemingly impossible double penetration. Big brother Jack was plowing baby bro's shit ditch from the front, while papa John joined in from the rear. Their big Abbott cocks screwed alternately, and then simultaneously, into bawdy Billy's lusty boy box. The seemingly wide-eyed innocent was enjoying every inch of family cock that filled his tight, deep hole. Only Victor knew how much of a depraved sex pig little Billy really was: the horny teen had even taken on old Vic's prize stallion one night down at the stables! The damned horse hadn't run the same since!!!!
Slimeball Michael Baldwin had wedged himself under Nicholas' body and was engaged in a heated "69" session with Victor's nympho son. Neil remained atop the young man's masculine body, performing push-ups into his slick, slippery asshole. As the black man thrust his raging hard-on deep into Nick's willing fuck hole, the Newman boy's ten inches of sausage were forced down Mikie's throat. The lawyer gagged and sputtered as the back of his head was repeatedly pounded against the floor by the force of the fucking going on above him. He was hopelessly pinned beneath the two hot studs and momentarily wondered if he might be suffocated by Nick's tremendous rod. But when Nick's expert tongue worked its magic on his burgeoning hard-on, Michael lost every care in the world. Everything centered on cock...lots of big, beautiful, sweaty cock...thusly, he got busy sucking on the one wedged in his overstuffed mouth.
Tomas' chest began to heave as his breathing grew rapid and he neared climax. Paul reached out to tweak the man's swollen nipples, sending the best-selling author over the edge. Clenching his teeth, the dark-haired man practically wailed as he unloaded his nut slop into Brad Carlton's cock-sucking mouth. Fair-haired Paul continued to pump his cock in the jizz-filled orifice as Bradley struggled to swallow Tomas' load while being face-fucked by the local private eye. The muscle stud had barely finished draining the author dry when Paul began to shoot his wad. Brad gulped down load after load of thick, tasty Paul-protein as Tomas cupped the handsome blonde's face with one hand and fed him his tongue. Malcolm was impressed with the way Bradley took both loads, barely losing a drop. As the stud cleaned up both rods, Malcolm set in to fucking him with a reenergized fury---plowing his ass for all it was worth.
Dr. Reese had his fleshascope ramming Ryan's hungry, tight manhole. The tight-bodied pixyish stud was on hands and knees while Reese fucked him doggie style. Reese's nicely curved manrod worked Ryanie's heinie over and over, digging deeper and deeper with each exploratory maneuver. Long-lashed cutie-pie Ryan looked like he was in seventh heaven with that hot dick plowing up along his prostate and causing his own wobbling wonder to ooze sweet dick honey down on the floor. The good doctor banged butt like a superior cocksman when, in fact, this was his first time fucking another man! Just as it was Ryan's first---yet certainly not last---time at being fucked!!
Victor Newman drained a glass of tainted champagne and allowed the intoxicating drug to overwhelm his senses. As the writhing bodies all around him seemed to meld into one Roman orgy, Victor set his sights on one particular stud out of the group. With big dick standing at attention, Victor passed by the fornicating Ryan/Reese coupling, who had now been joined by Tomas. The dark-haired author, still rock hard after dropping a load in Carlton's gullet, fed his uncut dick to the ex-husband of his current girl friend, Nina.
En route to the object of his desire, Victor and Paul briefly met. Paul's hands felt along the cold leather of Victor's barely-there harness and pressed his lips to the older man's. Feeding him some tongue, Victor smiled and patted the good-looking PI on the bare rump, then continued on his quest. His big cock still raging, Paul pulled Cole away from Malcolm's big, fine ass and dropped into a sixty-nine suck fest with the cowboy-author on the floor below Bradley's swinging sling. Droplets of sweat from the macho stud rained upon their intertwined bodies.
In one quick movement Victor pulled Jack Abbott away from his baby brother and heaved the man over one strong shoulder. Before Jackie even knew what was happening, Victor had him lying across some sort of altar in the heart of the room. Speechless, his steely blue eyes fixed on the hard, male body lowering itself between his raised and spread legs. The huge, leaking head of Victor's horny pole pressed against Abbott's virgin hole.
"I have fucked you over figuratively, Jack Abbott," the ruggedly attractive older man drawled in his thick accent. "Now I fuck you literally."
Despite the cold sneer which clouded his attractive features, Jack instinctively reached down to pull his buttocks apart. His pink man hole puckered out momentarily and Victor seized the opportunity. With little care for his nemesis' comfort, the mustached tycoon slammed his fat hog deep into Jack's awesomely tight bunghole. Jack howled at the onslaught, but Victor surged onward until his horse-sized balls were snug up against the other man's flesh. He chuckled at Jackie's wide-eyed reaction to being forcibly stuffed and then proceeded to give the heretofore-straight man something to really wail about. The entire twelve inches of his swollen cock rocked in and out of Jack's porthole with a pounding force.
"NEWMAN, YOU BASTARD!" He declared between clenched teeth. "FUCK ME....FUCK ME HARD....HARDER!!!!"
Victor snickered...and obeyed. His hips moved back and forth with increased rhythm, ramming the monster cock all the way in with the forward thrust, then pulling back so just the plum-sized head was encased in Jack's wickedly clenching ass lips. He fucked Abbott long, hard and deep, enjoying the slick tightness which gripped his stiff battering ram. Claiming the cherry of a virgin asshole was always a pleasurable experience; observing the euphoric expression of a pussy-man having his prostate massaged for the first time was enough to cause a man to pop his nut prematurely. Victor ground into the fiery hole, determined to give Jack Abbott a screw he would never forget---even long after the drug had worn off.
The partygoers fucked and sucked, moaned and groaned, nipped, licked and bit at each other like uncivilized sexual predators. Miguel shot a load of sac-scum up Raul's dimpled butt and stepped aside to allow Brock a turn at the sloppy hole. Miguel took up residence at the foot of his employer, long tongue making love to the leather chaps flanking Victor's strong legs. Elsewhere, John Abbott let out a deep cry as he unloaded his daddy-seed into his youngest son's derriere. Recouping quickly, John fell in behind his ex-son-in-law and tongued Cole's ass as he and Paul brought each other to orgasm. The pairings altered like an ever-changing kaleidoscope; there seemed to be no softening of dicks, no shortage of rejuvenated cum. Each Genoa City stud was brought off again and again---the slaves were fucked repeatedly and still craved more cock.
Old Victor's breathing became labored and his cock seemed to swell even larger in Jack's aching hole. His powerful hips hammered his pulsating prick into the grasping chute, pushing its way up into Jacko's belly. Despite the younger stud's writhing and bucking, Victor forced him to take all twelve inches again and again. He knew he was close and there was nothing he could do to prolong this "revenge fuck." Plunging his horse-dick to the hilt, Victor spasmed uncontrollably and shot huge gushers of cum against Jack's ass walls. At the same time, Jack pumped his cock a few strokes and sent his load splashing up against Victor's chest. Finally satiated, Victor hoisted his big beef from Jackie's tortured ass and stepped away from the well-fucked man. Instantly Miguel's mouth latched on Jack's gaping hole, lapping up all the hot master-cum oozing from the hot cavity.
"I think, my good friends," Victor announced as his eyes roamed across the steamy, spent bodies of the other man who began to register confusion as the exotic drug began to wear off, "that it is time for another round of cocktails."
Parched from their exhaustive efforts, the entire crowd---including the "bound" entertainment---drank thirstily of the spiked champagne. Almost immediately their dicks filled out with surging blood and they were on each other once again. John Abbott was fucking cute-for-days Ryan; Neil was plowing Dr. Reese; Tomas was taking a turn up Raul's young pucker; Michael Baldwin was banging the shit out of boy-toy Billy; Paul buried himself deep within Bradley's pleasure hole; Cole was dogging Brock's hairy ass; and sore-assed Jack Abbott was "getting even" with old Vic by corn-holing handsome Nicholas, the "Black Knight's" virile son. Victor had his eye on the perfect brown buns of Malcolm Winters and hastily moved in on the hot-looking photographer. Malcolm barely batted a lash when the tycoon tapped him on the shoulder. Spreading his muscle-clad legs, the chocolate stud bent over and pulled his black-marble cheeks apart, eager to accept the major love tool of Victor Newman.
They fucked and sucked till dawn. Much later, when he awoke in the rear of the limousine taking him home, each man was aware of an aching headache and a sore backside---but none could recall exactly what had transpired at the party!
Yet, when the same invitation arrived several days later announcing a New Year's celebration, each recipient eagerly anticipated the forthcoming date.
Hope that all your holiday parties are equally as festive. JR