Chapter 16 in a continuing homoerotic series based upon the popular daytime drama. Original characters are the sole property of CPT Holdings. By opening and reading this story you affirm that you are of legal age to view graphic adult material and that you will not share said material with any minor or person who does not wish to view it. While my fictional young and restless men are oblivious to the word "condom" you, as an adult male, know your own responsibilities. This chapter is dedicated to my self-professed #1 fan, Hunter, who has been waiting for so long . . .
Copyright 2003 JRoyale
With a quizzical look etched across his handsome Cuban face, Diego Gutierrez placed the receiver back on the cradle of the old telephone in his seedy motel room. He'd just received a summons from mega-billionaire Victor Newman to join him for lunch out at the Newman ranch; it was the first seemingly-civil conversation he'd had with the domineering man in months. Although the years had advanced upon him, Newman was still a strong, powerful man and not to be fucked with. Diego had committed two cardinal sins: he'd bedded Newman's daughter-in-law and was living with the great man's only daughter, the lovely Victoria, in less-than-Newman-like surroundings. Those were the crimes of which Newman was aware; Diego was fairly certain he remained ignorant to the many times he'd also banged the willing ass of Newman's son---and heir apparent---hunky Nicholas.
Trouble started almost from the moment he'd stepped back into Genoa City, his home town. Many years earlier Diego had left the safety net of his parent's home to "find himself" and proceeded to live a nomadic existence, coasting from one job to another, one relationship to another. After years of soul-searching, the young man---now in his mid-twenties---found himself back in GC. While the relationship with his immigrant parents remained strained, the bond with kid brother Raul was solid. At first it was because of Raul that he extended his temporary visit but, ultimately, it was the Newman family who convinced him to make his stay more permanent. Blond and beautiful Sharon Newman, wife of Nicholas, was most certainly one delectable dish---and Diego had become instantly smitten. The young Newman couple befriended Diego, even giving him a part-time job at their chic coffee house and arranging for further employment out at the Newman ranch as groom to the family's prized horses. Along with the job came residence on the estate in the much-occupied tack house. If the walls of that particular dwelling could talk they would scream of various lurid scandals throughout the years. Diego was only contributing his fair share.
The dark-haired drifter had no idea when he began waiting tables at Crimson Lights that the place was manned by a bunch of voracious cock suckers. His good looks and hunky body proved far too tempting for fellow co-workers Trevor and Cody, who were on him in no time like a pack of hungry wolves. Diego was no stranger to manly lust; he'd used his body many times over the years to get through lean times. A man on the road receives many opportunities, and Diego had taken advantage of most of them. Some were more pleasurable than others. He still felt a sickness in the pit of his stomach when he thought of that time in his teen life when he'd served as "boy toy" for the grizzled old Texas rancher, spreading his up-until-then virgin ass for the rough fucker. Those times were over, he'd reflected while he drilled the wet, yielding hole of softly moaning Trevor; now, safely back home, he had the power to control his own destiny.
Boy, had he fucked things up!
Making it with Nicholas Newman had been his first major mistake. Cody had been telling him for weeks that the Newman stud craved cock just as much as himself, Trevor or any number of men in Genoa City. The dark-blond waiter even hinted that Raul, Diego's own brother, had been bitten by the rampant cock-sucking bug which seemed to have invaded the male population of the town. Skeptical at first, but nonetheless curious, Diego had allowed Cody to lure him to a run-down trucker's rest stop on the outskirts of town where the Codester regularly serviced all comers. (To look at the all-American, dimpled dude one would never guess he was the biggest cock slut in the midwest!) After several minutes of being ferociously sucked through a crude glory hole, Diego had come around to push open the door of the stall and---for once and for all---learn the identity of his mystery cock sucker. Down on his knees on the piss-stained floor with big dick in hand and Diego's cock snot glazing his lush, full lips and smooth face was uber-hunk Nicholas Newman! The coffee house entrepreneur's look of shock gave way to pure animalistic lust when Diego began plowing his thick ethnic cock ball's deep up Newman's million-dollar fuck hole. In retrospective, Diego had to admit it was one hell of a satisfying fuck---but he had no idea Nicholas would go totally apeshit for him! In the weeks that followed, if they weren't fucking in the coffee house supply room (while Cody kept a watchful eye out for the visiting Mrs. Newman) they were screwing up a storm in his bed at the tack house.
Still, all might have gone well if Nicholas hadn't begun ignoring his sweet bride. Lovely Sharon got the idea in her blond head that Nick was spending bed time with the recently-returned-to-town-for-a-short-fuck-visit Grace, a schemer who'd almost succeeded in getting her talons into Nick once before. How was she to know that another man was her true competition? Trouble started brewing in the Newman marriage and, before long, the perfect couple were separated. Feeling completely responsible, Diego did his best to try and patch things up between the two, even going so far as to avoid Nicholas' amorous attentions (which only served to frustrate the Newman hunk even more). And then, on one particularly vulnerable night, the sexy Cuban made the crucial mistake of succumbing to his forbidden desires.
Lonely Sharon had come out to the tack house looking for a strong shoulder to cry on. Diego had taken her into his muscular arms to comfort her. She had been alone for too long; the scent and touch of another man---an extremely attractive and attentive man---was too powerful in her fragile condition. They fell into bed; they made love. Neither of them were thinking about Nicholas. They were both swept away by emotions stronger than their resolve. The regret came later.
Miraculously, the Newmans reconciled and Diego found himself courted by Nick's intelligent and attractive sister, Victoria. He and Nicholas had cooled their rowdy fuck sessions, but Diego was far from ignorant of the constant desire in the Newman stud's smoldering eyes. Or the guilty desire still burning in Sharon. Not that she wanted him---indeed, she loved her husband very much---but she just couldn't seem to let Diego go. And it completely galled her that he had fallen into bed with her sister-in-law so quickly after their one-time tete-a-tete. (What would the cunt have done if she had only known about his prior dalliances with Nicky-boy?!?!?!) Driven practically out of her mind by conflicting emotions, Sharon ultimately made a full confession to her husband.
Nicholas was enraged! It wasn't simply the fact that his wife had taken another man's cock into her perfumed pussy---it was the astounding revelation that the cock belonged to Diego, the guy he was nuts over! Anger boiled within him as Nicholas thought of recent times when the Cuban stud rebuffed his advances, supposedly out of respect for the shaky Newman marriage, when all the while he was fucking the lonely missus. Of course, Nick was a thick-headed hunk who refused to believe Sharon's admonitions that her indiscretion had been a one-time thing. And if his Newman pride hadn't gotten in the way of rational thought, the handsome horndog might have considered the possible pleasures of a swingin' threesome. Instead, Nick chose to react with his fists. He'd forced his way through the door of the tack house and unwittingly interrupted a lustfully passionate moment between the drifter and his sister, the equally sex-driven Victoria. Having Diego's further insult slap him in the face proved too much for Nicholas to handle. He'd yanked the man's sweaty body right off his panting sister and beaten him to within an inch of his life. Diego hadn't even attempted to defend himself; he knew Nicholas was reacting as a jilted lover, abandoned by his stud for the pleasures of his wife and sister. It was Victoria who ultimately broke up the one-sided scuffle---but their lives had yet to return to any sense of normalcy.
The Newmans remained one lawyer's visit away from divorce, with Nicholas camping out at Cody's place. (Diego had a fairly good idea that, while young Newman may be wallowing in his wounded pride, Nicholas' voracious sexual appetites were being well attended.) Victoria had such a horny little twat, and Diego was sooooooo damned fine in the sack, that she ultimately forgave him and they moved into a down town motel room. All of which failed to bode well with papa Victor. Primarily because he'd had numerous extramarital dalliances over the years, rivaling even Liz Taylor in the marriage-go-round, old Victor was quick to forgive his daughter-in-law for fucking around with the hired help and persuaded his son to reconcile. Vic had no idea of the "special" relationship between his son and Diego, who he condemned as an opportunist. He did his deceptive best to sever his daughter's involvement with the Cuban marriage-wrecker, but Victoria steadfastly stood beside her man. His daughter turning her back on the family was like a knife in the gut to Victor Newman, incensing him with delicious thoughts of vengeance on the young man who had successfully divided the Newman clan.
This latest contact with Newman, via telephone, caught Diego off guard. For the past several days he had been questioning the wisdom of continuing his relationship with socialite Victoria. Certainly they had a passionate involvement, but they were from two different worlds. She was a business executive, raised in a lifestyle of luxury and wealth and he was, currently, an unemployed drifter. Lately she'd been pressing the issue of purchasing a condominium for the two of them, quite obviously unsatisfied with the motel surroundings he was more used to. How long would it be before other conflicts arose? When the sex stopped being new and everyday normalcy set in, would jet-setting Victoria become bored with him and move on to a new lover? Either way, with or without Victoria, he would ultimately lose. Although he had rejected her father's monetary blackmail attempts in the past, perhaps it might not be a bad idea to take the money and run. Diego was never one to remain in one spot for very long; it seemed that the time might very well have come to move on once again. Brother Raul would certainly tug at his heartstrings, but they would somehow manage to maintain contact.
He would hear Newman out and, if the great mustache offered him an acceptable bribe, Diego would give it careful consideration. The last one had been for one hundred thousand greenbacks, more cash than Diego had ever seen in his young life. That kind of money could make his hard-working parents quite comfortable, could help Raul with tuition and get him back on the right track. Diego only needed a few thousand to tide him over; he never seemed to have a problem gaining employment in one form or another on the road. Maybe Newman planned to up the ante to a cool million, an extremely difficult sum for the son of poor immigrants to reject in the name of love. And if not, maybe the time had come for Diego to do a bit of blackmailing of his own. How much of a bonus, he wondered, would Newman give him to keep his mouth shut about Nicky-boy's cock hunger? As he pulled a fresh flannel shirt onto his muscular torso Diego resolved to maintain the upper hand in this, his latest encounter with the feared Victor Newman.
He had more time to further consider his options on the ride out to the Newman ranch. By the time he pulled up in front of the sprawling, rustic and decidedly masculine estate he had worked over nearly every conceivable scenario. Pausing momentarily to collect his thoughts, Diego ran a hand through his thick, longish hair and took in a deep, confidence-building breath. The air out at the ranch seemed somehow fresher, crisp and cleaner than it did in the city and Diego knew he would miss the short, but satisfying, time he'd spent there. Putting aside the fact that he'd managed to bed three-quarters of the family, Diego had thoroughly enjoyed his time at the ranch playing groom to the family's prized horses. He could have stayed on with the Newman's indefinitely---a first for a drifter like Diego. But Sharon Newman and her big mouth had put an end to all that. He should have shoved his big cock down her throat and pleasurably gagged her into silence for a bit longer. Hell, for that matter he should have given lusty Nicholas more of what he wanted (namely, his fat ethnic cock) regardless of the fact that he'd begun dating the handsome buck's older sister. Everyfuckingbody would have been happy in their ignorance of his duplicity; he was enough of a stud to continue taking care of all their sexual needs.
It was far too late to undo prior actions. The business at hand awaited him behind the imposing varnished wooden door, inlaid with a beautiful (and probably terribly expensive) multi-colored, stained glass window. Taking another deep breath, he pressed his finger to the bell and stuffed nervous hands deep into his pockets while he awaited some response. After what seemed an interminably long wait (probably Newman's masochistic intention was to make him sweat a bit longer) the heavy door was opened by the Mexican butler, Miguel.
"Hola, Hombre!" he greeted. "Please come in. Mr. Newman is expecting you."
Smiling nervously, Diego entered the lair of his former employer. Turning down Miguel's offer of a refreshment, he allowed himself to be led into the comfortable, tastefully decorated living room. With his back temporarily turned to the houseman, Diego missed Miguel lewdly running his tongue across his top lip as he made a quick inspection of the younger hunk's obvious rear attributes.
"Mr. Newman will be with you momentarily," Miguel told him quickly and then disappeared into another part of the house to attend to the rising in his carefully-pressed slacks.
The Newman living room décor was nearly as macho as the master of the house, but Diego noted the subtle feminine influences of Mrs. Newman throughout the place. How the voluptuous blond, former exotic dancer wife of Newman put up with his egomaniac ways was far beyond Diego's comprehension. The man existed within his own kingdom and expected everyone to follow his dictates. It had caused problems in the Newman marriage before and, Diego was certain, trouble would flare up again one day. Nikki Newman was a classy dame---classy without being snobbish---and Diego would have liked to have had a go between her athletic thighs. Although she'd been miffed at him initially, Diego instinctively knew that Nicholas' sexy mother was not adverse to his smoldering sexuality. Perhaps, before he left town with all that fine Newman cash, Diego would offer Nikki a sample of what he'd been giving her son, daughter and daughter-in-law.
Victor Newman entered the room so silently that, at first, Diego did not even know he had arrived. Spying the older man out of a corner of his eye, Diego was initially startled. Newman stood there with hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his casual jeans. A short-sleeved pocket less black T-shirt hugged his upper body, revealing the strong musculature of his corded arms. His dark, piercing eyes were fixed on Diego, silently scrutinizing the young man who had torn his family apart.
"M-Mr. Newman," he muttered, nervously running a hand through his hair and attempting not to appear intimidated by the imposing mega-millionaire.
"Gutierrez," Victor nodded, casually moving around the comfortable-looking sofa to advance on his guest. Boldly standing before Diego, with barely inches between them, he failed to offer his hand in greeting. Instead he stood there, his dark eyes quickly scanning Diego's handsome face from forehead to clefted chin before boring directly into the orbs of the other man. His hot, clean breath washed over Diego's face as the younger man fought to maintain his composure. Up this close, Diego could read every line in Newman's weathered, ruggedly handsome face; he could count the flecks of gray in the thick, carefully manicured mustache which matched the shade of his still-thick, well-groomed hair. There seemed to be some sort of hypnotic malevolence lurking just beneath the quiet calm of Newman's demeanor and, despite his best efforts, Diego suddenly felt his body go clammy. The young hunk practically jumped when Newman broke the spell and spoke again.
"Thank you for coming out to the ranch on such short notice." His eyes moved to Diego's lips, which had begun to tremble. With an inward smile he stepped away, satisfied that he had broken the boy, and moved over to the wet bar where two crystal shot glasses had been filled with a fine whiskey. Carefully gathering them up in his hands, he extended the right-hand glass out to Diego. "Come, have a toast with me, my boy."
Clearing his throat and stuffing his hands in the back pockets of his jeans, Diego shook his head, causing his longish hair to fall down covering his ears. "No, thank you, Mr. Newman."
Newman raised a thick brow. "Refusing to have a drink with me in my home, Gutierrez? I can see manners is another one of the attributes your parents never taught you."
Licking thick lips nervously, Diego again brushed back his hair and came forward with forced smile. "Okay, just one."
"One is all it will take to seal our pending business arrangement," Newman replied meaningfully. He watched over the top of his own glass as Diego chugged down the shot, wiping wet lips with the back of his hand when he'd finished. Newman placed his own empty crystal on the leather-upholstered bar and reached for the briefcase he had secreted there earlier. Feeling a slight flush from the strong whiskey, Diego watched as he placed the case atop the bar, snapped the twin latches and lifted the lid to expose piles of sweet currency. Motioning him forward, Newman stepped to the side while Diego examined the heap of cash before him.
"Five hundred thousand dollars, Gutierrez. More money than you've seen in your young life. Five hundred thousand dollars to get you the hell out of this town and away from my family. You take the money, all right? You leave. You never come back. You never call my daughter again. Okay?" Newman's words curled around his heavy German accent, but they made perfect sense to Diego. As fond as he'd grown of Victoria, he knew there would never be a future for the two of them. They were from different worlds. He could see the toll separation from her family was already taking on her. He had disappointed his own family numerous times before; this would be just one more disappointment---only this time around it would prove to be a lucrative one. His parents could pay off the house and the rest of their bills, his papi could even start the business he'd always talked about and Raul could afford tuition to a better college. And he wouldn't even be around to hear their objections; he'd secret the money into a safety deposit box and send them the key. Of course, he'd take a small amount for himself before skipping town. This time around, though, he would keep in contact with them---would call home once a week. And maybe, one day, they would all be reunited---somewhere far away from the Newmans and Genoa City.
Closing the lid to the briefcase, Diego glanced over at the Newman patriarch. "All right, it's a deal. But there's one thing I've got to say before I leave here, Mr. Newman."
Victor's thick brows raised inquisitively. "And what might that be, Gutierrez?"
"Whether you believe it or not, I----" he stopped in mid-sentence, suddenly feeling incredibly hot and terribly thirsty. Still, he pressed on. "I never meant to cause trouble for your family. Your daughter-in-law is just as much at fault, maybe more so." He stopped again, swallowing heavily, his head beginning to swim. "I---I---I need a drink of water."
"It will do you no good, Gutierrez," Victor's heavy voice spoke calmly. "Your drink was heavily laced with a drug which will render you unconscious at any moment now. You see, my boy, I have not yet exacted my revenge for the hell you put my family through. You may walk away from here with my five hundred thousand dollars, but no man takes advantage of Victor Newman without paying the price."
Newman's words were echoing through his head as a frightened Diego attempted to steady himself and make it to the door. He was perspiring profusely and the room was spinning around him like some kind of out-of-control merry-go-round. He'd only gone a few steps when blackness suddenly descended upon him and he lurched forward to lay sprawled across the thick Oriental rug. Casually, Victor sauntered behind the bar to pour himself another shot. Allowing the tasty beverage to burn in his belly, he carefully washed out the tainted glass Gutierrez had unwittingly drunk from and made a mental note to properly thank Miguel for handling the details so carefully. Chuckling to himself, he went over to the body and effortlessly gathered the young stud into his strong arms.
Revenge was sweet, indeed.
When the drug finally wore off, and the grogginess began to dispel, Diego found himself in a cell-like structure. There were no windows or any door leading into, or out of, the room---just a wall of ceiling-to-floor steel bars cordoning off the area. Unbeknownst to Diego, he had been taken to a little known place deep beneath the Newman home---an impenetrable war-shelter bunker Victor had ordered constructed many, many years before. In these peaceable times there had been no real need for the precautionary bunker, but old Victor had found other uses for his secret "dungeon". The first inhabitant of the private prison had been that meddlesome photographer who'd had the audacity to carry on an affair with Newman's first wife, the fragile Julia. Victor had humiliated the wavy-haired macho hunk for weeks, even going so far as to force his adulteress wife to watch his sexual domination of the shutterbug via an elaborate monitoring system. In more recent years it was Bradley Carlton who was broken in by Newman in the soundproofed subterranean quarters; that particular conquest had turned out quite well, indeed. Soon afterwards, the cover-stud handsome Bradley broke off his involvement with Newman's on-again-off-again wife, Nikki, and married another of the man's cast-offs, but he still managed to come around for an assfull of Victor's abundant horsemeat. And now it would be Diego's turn.
Diego, of course, knew none of this. The last thing he remembered was being in the Newman living room, accepting a drink and a monetary deal from Victor and then hearing some words about vengeance just before blacking out. THAT WAS IT! THE SONOFABITCH HAD DRUGGED HIS DRINK! Newman had no intention of paying him off, after all. The sick bastard had rendered him unconscious, abducted him and locked him up in an elaborate cell as some kind of perverse retaliation for imagined sins upon Victor's righteous family. Diego was no fool; he was not about to stand for such barbaric, and highly illegal, actions. As soon as Newman's game was over and he was released, Diego would see to it that Victor was arrested, prosecuted and sued up the ass for what he'd done. Five hundred thousand dollars would be mere pocket change when Diego'd finished with the egomaniac!
So preoccupied had he been with his thoughts, and still under the influence of whatever drug Newman had fed him, that Diego failed to realize the full impact of his present situation until he tried to get up and move about the enclosure. His head shot from side to side and his eyes widened in horror as Diego discovered that he was cuffed and shackled in place on some sort of platform in the center of the room. And, to add to the humility, he'd been stripped bare-assed naked!!!
The strong muscles in his arms flexed visibly as he uselessly railed against the restraints binding him. Whatever it was he was resting on was no wider than a living-room's end table; it was only enough to support him from shoulders to the small of his back. Steel posts rose from all four corners to create a canopy effect. His wrists and legs were securely cuffed to each of those posts. It was the vulnerable position Diego found himself in which frightened him most. He lay there totally exposed with raised and widely spread legs bent at the knees and wrapped around the outside of the posts, his ass hanging off the edge of the table. Gritting his teeth, Diego once again worked at loosening the bonds and freeing himself, but it was of no use. He was a helpless prisoner in Victor Newman's makeshift prison.
As the initial shock slowly wore off, Diego became aware of a noticeable chill in the air. Goose bumps sprouted up all over his exposed male flesh and his meaty nipples hardened to thick snub-nosed points. He'd been so preoccupied with his precarious plight that Diego had failed to notice the length of rawhide which had been wrapped and tied around the base of his cock and scrotum. It was just one more form of degradation; Newman had perversely manhandled him while he was in an unconscious state!
"NEWMAN!" he shouted. "WHERE ARE YOU, YOU SONOFABITCH? I'LL SEE YOU IN PRISON FOR THIS! DO YOU HEAR ME? NEWMAN!!!!!" A cold sweat broke out over his naked body as he made another useless attempt to thrash against the restraints holding him in place. Panting heavily, his body went limp from the exertion and his head fell back over the edge of the platform. As he lay there considering his plight, Diego's eyes focused on the camera mounted in the back corner of the room. With a confused frown he turned his head to the other side and observed a duplicate camera in that corner. There was also a matching set in the remaining corners of the enclosure. That dirty bastard Newman was watching him, masochistically enjoying seeing poor Diego sweat!
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Diego bellowed to one of the cameras behind him. "YOU ARE A SICK BASTARD, NEWMAN! WHO THE HELL MADE YOU JUDGE AND JURY? YOU CAN'T DO THIS KIND OF THING! NOW LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"You can shout all out want, my boy, but no one will hear you."
Diego gasped aloud. Lifting his head to look between the V of his hairy, spread thighs he saw the Warden of this freakish jail standing there on the other side of the steel bars.
"Newman!" he tried, but his voice had become hoarse from all the shouting. The door to the "cell" opened and Victor Newman stepped into the enclosure, his dark eyes fixed on the confused, frightened and angry young man.
"As well as being practically impenetrable, this room is also completely soundproofed," Newman was saying, but Diego barely heard his words. The handsome Cuban was staring slack-jawed at the older man, who was shamelessly nude as Diego himself. Furious as he was, Diego couldn't help but appraise the hardened body of the man who was older than his own father. Victor Newman had a surprisingly strong, solid build for a man his age. His was not a physique sculpted at some trendy gymnasium; rather, the German immigrant's impressive musculature came from years of physical labor around the ranch. Nightly he engaged in fisticuffs with a "heavy bag" down at the tack house---where Diego had bunked for a time---which served to keep his muscles toned and in top condition. Rounded biceps bulged from his upper arms; his powerful, hairless chest played host to firm pectoral mounds; his waist was thick, yet firm; and his thighs appeared big and strong. And the dick which hung from his groin was not to be believed! Diego's eyes flared even wider as he assessed the massive tool at between eight to nine meaty inches!
A mischievous smile played beneath the older man's thick mustache as he circled his captive's prone body, his dark eyes never separating from Diego's. "You thought you had bested Victor Newman, didn't you, my boy?" he spoke in his thick European accent. "You came into town and went through the Newman women like some sort of stud horse in a stable full of fillies, did you not? You wreaked havoc with my entire family and then have the gall to expect me to pay you five hundred thousand dollars for your unsolicited gigolo services!"
"You're the one who offered the money!" Diego shot back angrily.
"Which you were all too anxious to accept!" Newman snapped, his thick brows furrowing angrily.
"Fine, then keep your filthy money!" Diego countered. "Now untie me and let me out of this crazy house!"
"Oh no, Gutierrez," Victor replied, softer now. "Victor Newman never goes back on a deal; the money is yours. You will take it and leave town without a word to my daughter or Sharon, as we agreed."
"Then what's this all about?" Diego hissed through clenched teeth as he fought against the bonds holding him securely in place.
There was a frightening twinkle in Newman's dark eyes as he moved around behind the confused Cuban. "No real harm will befall you here, Gutierrez. You will walk away from here in a few short hours----but not before you learn what happens to those who dare to violate members of my family!"
Diego was just about to shout some kind of protest when Newman unexpectedly reached over his prone body from behind and loudly slapped big hairy-knuckled hands down on the stud's heaving pectorals. Diego grunted as the older man proceeded to roughly knead the pronounced mounds, his thick fingers cruelly digging into the smooth male flesh. And when Victor got ahold of his already erect nipples, Diego literally shouted his pain.
"What the---Newman, what do you think you're----arrgghhhhhh!!!" He grimaced in agony, his teeth gritted together, as his captor violently twisted his sensitive nubs. A fire burned through his powerful pecs from the cruel ministrations of the other man's torturous hands. Newman squeezed the twin buds between his thumb and index fingers, blunt nails embedded into the base, and savagely pulled. The heated nips and the fleshy pecs surrounding them were painfully stretched up and away from handsome Diego's chest. The Cuban stud cried out again and his head rolled back to look up at Newman, who had a frighteningly sadistic look etched across his weathered face and an even more sinister spark in his dark, vengeful eyes.
Diego writhed about on the "altar", trying in vain to free himself from Victor's grasp. Newman continued to work his tits over, making certain they both received equal harsh attention. He pulled, squeezed and twisted, quite enjoying the moans and cries emitted from the quivering lips of the younger man. Diego's head would rise every now and then to observe the ongoing tit torture being inflicted upon him, only to fall back again when the pain became too excruciating. Despite the coolness of the "cell', his muscular, naked body had broken out in a sheen of nervous perspiration.
A tortured cry caught in his throat when Newman suddenly leaned over and formed his lips around one swollen teat, the hairs of his mustache tickling the reddened skin. He sloppily sucked a distended nipple into his mouth and clamped it between his teeth. Although certain no one would hear, Diego bellowed loudly. Every muscle in his body tensed when the other man bit down hard and began chewing on the bruised nub.
His nips were so thoroughly swollen that Newman had little trouble taking them between his sharp teeth and feasting on them like a newborn cub, with little regard for the agony he might be inflicting upon the young stud. Diego's body writhed about on the tiny platform as the older man bit, chewed and pulled at his raw, puffed-up nubs. It was downright painful but every now and then the torturous nibbling would cease and Newman would spend a few moments washing the sensitive protrusions with long swipes of his saliva-slicked tongue. The highly erotic lickings sent waves of sexual electricity down through Diego's groin; he suddenly realized he was sporting a mighty hard-on!
As Newman continued devouring one man-tit, then the other, an entirely new, almost pleasurable sensation overcame the shackled stud. His big ethnic cock was rock hard and throbbing madly, big veins beginning to bulge out under its surface as the blood flow was constricted by the strap of rawhide tightly secured around its base. The thick shaft desired some attention and Diego found himself almost wishing that Newman would wrap a fist around his meat and offer him a few meaningful strokes.
Diego winced and, gritting his teeth, groaned loudly again---partly pleasure and partly pain---as Newman chewed on a tit with his strong back teeth. Once more, his head flopped lazily back, dark, longish hair cascading downward. In this position, with Newman leaning over his body, the old guy's crotch was directly at eye level. He was, in fact, so close that Diego could smell the exotic muskiness emitted from Victor's thick male bush. The massive shank had begun to expand and, for the first time, Deigo noticed the studded leather strap secured around its thick root. He shuddered at the sight of the dangerously pointed steel tips which spiked up in one-inch intervals all the way around the evil-looking cock strap.
Before he'd had the chance to give it any more thought Newman bit down extra hard on his teat and, holding it securely between his teeth, pulled the nub and the meaty pec-flesh surrounding it until the poor stud's man-tit was even more painfully distended than before. Diego hollered loudly as tears spilled from the corners of his eyes. With a devilish chuckle, Newman hefted his half-hard cock in the palm of his hand and effectively stuffed it into Diego's wide-opened mouth.
Diego's heavily lashed eyes shot wide open at the sudden oral assault. He sputtered wordlessly around the huge, tasty weapon. Victor bore down on his teat even harder and, when Diego opened wide with the expected wail, Newman slammed his fat prick all the way to the back of the Cuban hunk's throat. Diego was mumbling all kinds of unintelligible protests and trying not to gag from the fat, mushroomed dickhead forcing its way into his throat. Newman let up on the muscular youth's tits and straightened himself to a more erect posture, all the while keeping his groin pressed firmly into Diego's face. His big nut sac was plopped down right on the bridge of the young man's nose. With his mouth so completely overstuffed Diego had no choice but to breathe through his nostrils, and inhale lungs full of Victor Newman's crotch scent. Newman remained still as his cock continued to widen and elongate inside Diego's wet, warm mouth. With his head down and back as it was, Diego was unsuspectingly providing Newman with easy access to his velvety throat. As the raging monster continued to grow it pressed its way deeper and deeper, like some sort of borrowing animal. Diego coughed, gulped and gagged, tears spilling freely from the corners of his bulging eyes and, left with no other choice, swallowed inch after inch of rapidly growing man meat.
"You bite me and I cut off your nuts," Victor warned him---and Diego firmly believed that the man meant every word he said. With his fat hog fully inflated and victoriously throbbing in the Cuban youth's stretched throat, Newman ground his steamy crotch against Diego's handsome face. Diego shuddered as the spiked studs surrounding the leather cock strap lightly scraped his skin and the huge prick excitedly pulsed in his face-hole. Having realized there was no possible way to extricate himself from Newman's stranglehold, Diego opted to relax---as much as he could. The harder he fought against the hot, veiny man-dick, the more difficult he made it for himself.
Working his hands into Diego's thick dark hair, Victor took hold of the stud by both sides of the head and began sliding the full length of his cock in and out of the stud's wet throat. He wanted Diego to feel each and every one of his bloated twelve inches sliding across his palate and plunging into the deepest recesses of his throat. His movements were slow---yet deliberate---at first, as he allowed the hunky home-wrecker to become accustomed to his sizeable shaft. Diego appeared to have become resigned to his fate: he was limp, defeated, allowing Victor to use his mouth like pussy for his sexual gratification. His throat was a wide-open fuck tunnel, no longer trying to constrict against the onslaught. Victor smiled slyly, knowing full well that the young man was letting him have his way with him in the hopes that he would shoot his load quickly and the ordeal would soon be over with. Victor, on the other hand, hadn't survived all these years on a minimum of wit; he had no intention of letting young Gutierrez off the hook easily.
Pulling his hardness up and out of the tight throat, he paused briefly to rest his blood-engorged cock against Diego's quivering tongue. A free flow of thick, pre-cum oozed from his heavy slit and assaulted the younger buck's taste buds. Diego moaned a feeble protest but, having little choice, managed to swallow the musky semen. Newman continued to pull back until only the plum-sized head remained in the Cuban's mouth, his sensual lips stretched around the huge glans. Almost free of cock for the first time in minutes, Diego swallowed a mouthful of his own saliva mixed with Newman's cock juice and coughed from the burning in his abused throat. Looking upwards, he was almost frightened at the sight of the huge, vein-bloated monster pressed between his slobbering lips. Never in his life had he seen one so big---and that damned thing had just been all the way down his throat! Newman HAD to shoot his load before he had a chance to spear him with that thing again---he just HAD to!!!
Diego's soft, full lips locked around the heavily-flanged rim as he engulfed the bulbous cockhead in the warm, wet cavern of his mouth and began royally sucking the older man off. His tongue washed over the fleshy glans and burned into the deep piss-slit, coaxing the hot cum up out of Newman's king-sized ball-bag and putting an end to this ordeal. He worked ever harder when Newman slid a few inches deeper into his handsome face: obviously the old fuck was turned on and nearing his climax. Diego could taste the heady pre-cum oozing from Victor's piss-hole as it glided over his tongue and he sucked even more fervently. A quick mouthful of the bastard's salty semen would almost certainly guarantee his early freedom---or at least so Diego hoped. It wasn't the first time in his life he'd taken another man's load; Diego was suddenly flooded with long-forgotten memories of that grizzled old Texas rancher who'd used him, and the other young ranch hands, like some kind of human cum rag---until he'd discovered the horny Cuban fucking his daughter and promptly ran him out of town. Victor Newman was probably every bit the age as that virile old fuck---only a hell of a lot more hung---and Diego shuddered when he remembered how the sonofabitch could go on for hours at a time. He certainly hoped Newman didn't share the same stamina.
Victor Newman was no man's fool; he knew damned well what the Gutierrez stud was up to. For the moment he was rather enjoying the lusty manner in which the young man worshipped his meat---even if Diego had ulterior motives. From the way his tongue swirled around the thick, veiny cock, teasing the sensitive nerves and driving him closer to climax, Victor surmised that the spicy Cuban was no stranger to cock sucking. And the way his own dick was throbbing and leaking streams of clear jizz onto his tight abs belied the fact that, in spite of himself, Diego was highly aroused.
But this had nothing to do with two consenting macho males mutually getting their rocks off. This was a revenge fuck! Revenge for the drifter planting his chorizo in Sharon's pussy and causing a rift in the young Newman's marriage. Revenge for moving on, without a moment's hesitation, to the vulnerable Victoria, who was still recovering from the recent tragic death of her fiancé, the uber-cutie Ryan. (A bittersweet smile crossed his weathered face with the resurrected memory of a younger Ryan, stuffed under the desk in Newman's executive office, sucking on Vic's big old cock while an acquisition meeting was being conducted).
With one big hand crossed atop the other, Victor leaned over and pressed down on Diego's solid torso, effectively holding him in place. Strong tricep muscles bulged under the surface as his arms locked into a straightened position over the younger man's trussed-up body. Assuming Newman was near orgasm, Diego made wicked love to the bull stud's cockhead with his lips, mouth and tongue. Although the Cuban hunk was proving himself to be a worthy cocksucker, Newman wasted no more time in taking control. With a quick, unexpected flex of his hips he slammed the length of his throbbing shaft clear down Diego's throat and began fucking his face with short, fast strokes. Diego snorted and bellowed around the mouthful of thick, corded cock---his mission had failed! His normally sultry eyes were practically popping out of their sockets and the thick veins at his temples pounded to the surface as he fought to accommodate the monster dick. Newman's sweaty, bloated ball bag pounded against the bridge of his nose, filling him with the heady, musky scent of the fucker's heaving loins.
Lodging his weapon of destruction tantalizingly deep in the younger stud's throat, Newman allowed it to pulse there---a live thing beating with a maddening desperation. making itself to home in an unwelcome host. He held it in place for longer than he'd originally intended, savoring the sensations of Diego's wet warmth forcibly caressing the sensitive nerve endings of his turgid treasure. Only when the stud's muscular body began jerking around on the tiny table did Victor realize he was suffocating him with his thick monster. Backing out of the hot mouth, he watched as Diego gasped for air. Beads of spittle shot out to splatter Newman's groin and volumes of saliva poured from his shining, wet lips. Victor smiled sadistically at the river of tears draining from the corners of the young buck's tortured eyes and the beads of frustrated sweat which had broken out all over his face and body. As his heavy breathing began to restore to near-normal, Diego opened his mouth to shout some sort of admonition which was instantly squelched when Victor slammed his dripping cock home once again.
Victor raped the stud's mouth with increased vigor, his solid organ more rapidly sliding in and out of Diego's tortured throat. And, as before, he would stop to grind his pelvis against the young man's handsome face and practically drown Diego in cock for a matter of several minutes before pulling out and momentarily allowing him to catch a breath before diving right back in. Time and again Victor repeated his actions until Diego gave up hope that the old fuck would soon bust a nut and put an end to his aggressive vengeance plot. Besides, the longer the big-dicked stallion plugged him full of rock-hard cock the more Diego learned acceptance. His velvetine throat was relaxed wide open, providing an easy chasm for Newman to plow, and he was slowly mastering the art of breathing solely through his nostrils. Victor realized he'd broken the stallion when he withdrew his saliva-slicked vein to allow the sweaty stud some air and found Diego's widely parted lips too-quickly searching out his member for another face fuck. He obliged the Cuban hustler with one more mouthful before furthering his possession of young Diego's muscular body.
Diego appeared almost disappointed when Victor yanked his impressive piece from his mouth and squatted down on his thick haunches. Grasping a handful of thick, dark hair, Victor looked into the drenched face of the desirable younger man and chuckled sadistically at Diego's seeming submission. Diego wasn't protesting anymore. Perhaps it was simply the fact that his throat had been ravaged so forcefully that he couldn't speak, but the wanton look in his dreamy eyes---and the heavy throbbing of his own purple cock---spoke volumes.
Victor's warm, husky breath washed over his face and, despite himself, Diego willingly inhaled the intoxicating scent of his captor. The eyes in his down-turned head focused on the cruel, slightly parted lips just below the older man's thick mustache. He was overwhelmed with excitement when Victor's weathered face came closer and their lips met. But instead of the passionate kiss Diego had expected, Newman literally devoured the Cuban stud's lower lip, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh. When Diego cried out in pain Newman, satisfied, stuffed his tongue into the young man's mouth and gave him some of what he'd been lusting for.
Their lip-lock was fleeting. Victor pulled away from his victim and spat full into Diego's panting mouth, startling and titillating the hung hunk. "You are nothing but a whore, you know that, Gutierrez? A common hustler who wormed his way through the women in my family." (And the men, Diego mused, but Victor evidently had no knowledge of his trysts with heir-apparent Nicholas---and he wasn't about to take this opportunity to enlighten the man.) Newman was up on his feet, huge cock swinging in front of him as he moved around the table and ultimately settled at the juncture between Diego's raised and spread thighs. An awful realization crept over Diego and cast a chill throughout his nude, prone body as Victor positioned himself closer to the edge of the table. The older man tightly wrapped one hand around Diego's blazing hard-on and gave it a few conciliatory pumps. Diego, with his head now raised and watching the action, whimpered at the attention. Suddenly Newman backhanded the sensitive organ, sending jolts of electricity through Diego's groin and a cry from his mouth.
"You are not supposed to be enjoying this, slut!" Newman bellowed in his thick, German brogue and accentuated the remark by yanking on the Cuban's balls and delivering another hard back-handed slap to his leaking dick. Diego's manhood was already in a precarious state: tightly bound at the base all this time had constricted the flow of blood, turning it an angry purple shade. A throbbing network of bloated veins bulged just beneath the almost-marble-like surface; his shiny cock-head looked as if it might pop off like a cork in the mouth of an agitated champagne bottle. Newman's cruel hand continued to rise and fall until a stream of thick pre-cum pulsed up out of the mouth of Diego's eight and three-quarter inches of man meat. The older man used both hands to roughly fondle the young buck's nut sac, coaxing more juice to flow from his strained meat. And then the seemingly sadistic man did the most curious thing. To Diego's utter amazement, Newman leaned down and ran his ran tongue over the blazing cockhead, slurping up almost every drop of tasty seed.
Quite satisified with the look of surprise etched across Diego's handsome face, Victor straightened to a standing position, wiped his lips clean with the back of his hand and then lewdly began sucking his thick fingers, all the while keeping his eyes trained on the confused stud-pup. Once his digits were thoroughly souped in spit, Newman brought his hand down between the heated juncture of Diego's muscular, spread-eagled thighs. Diego groaned when the tycoon's middle finger punched into his puckered asshole. Those groans grew into gasps of protest as a second, then a third finger plowed their way inside of him, stretching his sphincter muscle wide and probing deeply inside his anal mouth. Victor roughly twisted and turned his hairy-knuckled man's hand, all the while spreading his thick fingers to open Diego's fuck hole.
"Tight, aren't you, my boy?" he spoke in a low, masculine tone.
With the breached lips of his shitter gripping Newman's invading fingers, Diego had become lost in the other man's touch. Although he'd had no initial desire to be Victor's victim, Diego realized he had no alternative but to accept the inevitable and make the best of it. While he could control his conscious mind and thoughts, there was no controlling the eroticism coursing through his young body, resulting in conflicting emotions. It hurt like a sonofabitch to be so crudely finger-fucked yet, at the same time, it also felt so damned good!
His husky, smooth chest rose and fell mightily from heavy, strained breathing and rivers of perspiration rolled from his nicely tanned skin as he murmured, almost thoughtlessly, through even, clenched teeth. "Been a long time since I've had anything up my----" Horrified at what he'd been about to reveal, Diego halted in mid-sentence, a look of shock etched across his handsome good looks---but his words had not been lost on a sly fox like Victor Newman.
Newman's thick brows raised and, with a look of mild amusement, he replied, "So, you've had another man's tool inside you before, yes? Constantly I find that you disappoint me, Gutierrez. I had been hoping to take a virgin ass tonight when I make a man out of you."
Diego's eyes widened as he focused on the gigantic, angry-looking organ curving upward from Newman's strong loins. Right before his eyes the thick lips on the plum-sized head pulsed open and thick, clear pre-cum oozed out to coat the fat helmet and glide down the heavily-veined shaft. Taking hold of himself, Newman liberally doused his working hand in his own lube and smeared it all over Diego's quivering ass lips. Then, moving in closer, he pressed the huge head against the younger man's heated hole.
"NO!" Diego bellowed as he came alive and railed against the bonds holding him in place. "IT'S WAY TOO FUCKIN' BIG! YOU'LL KILL ME, YOU FUCKER! PLEASE.DON'T.I BEG YOU!! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT.ANYTHING! I'LL SUCK YOU OFF, MAN! I'LL GIVE YOU A BETTER BLOW-JOB THAN YOUR WIFE EVER COULD!! YOU CAN CUM IN MY MOUTH...I'LL EAT EVERY FUCKIN' DROP OF YOUR LOAD!!! JUST PLEASE --- PLLLLLLLLEAZZZZZZZZEE --- DON'T PUT THAT MONSTER UP MY ASS!! NO!!! NO!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Diego failed to realize that his wanton protests only served to entice Newman even further. Reaching to a shelf under the table where Diego lay pleading, Victor retrieved the bottle of lube he'd placed there earlier and liberally doused his raging twelve-inches. As the hunky Cuban continued to writhe and shriek his protests, Newman aimed his weapon at the wrinkled bull's eye and, with one fierce lunge, drove his missile home.
Diego's entire body dramatically stiffened, muscles bulging to the surface, his abdominal six-pack never more clearly defined, as the wind was knocked totally out of him. The huge, fat prick ripped through his tight chute like a battering ram and lodged somewhere deep up inside his guts. The rotten bastard Newman hadn't even given him the consideration of feeding him a bit at a time; he'd planted every fucking inch right down to the root in one fell swoop! Diego could feel the fucker's meaty ball sac nestled against his awesomely stretched butt cheeks, just as he could feel the bloated behemoth throbbing intensely and seemingly swelling even larger inside of him. He could hardly believe that he'd taken the entire foot-long; Diego'd never had anything quite that large up his bunghole before!!!
Victor allowed him only a few moments to acclimate himself to the invader buried deep inside him before he began moving. Diego gasped as he felt inch after inch of hot cock pulled almost all of the way out of his fuck channel until his ass ring was locked around the deep ridge of the fat, leaking head. They stared into each other's eyes wordlessly, almost challenging the other. Victor appreciated the way Diego's strong, muscular body trembled and the sounds of his audible whimpering as he readied himself for the next assault. Newman didn't make him wait long. Thrusting forward, he hammered himself into the deepest recesses of the younger stud's belly, hearing Diego gasp in pain and simultaneously moan his pleasure. He knew that the lad was ripe and ready for the fuck of his life.
Newman proceed to deep-dick the handsome stud senselessly, his cock a mindless pleasure tool hammering against Diego's prostate and slamming into his guts. He drove hard and fast at full throttle, his cock so rapidly disappearing into the tight hole that he barely had a glimpse of his wet tool. Diego's head was whipping from side to side, droplets of spittle spraying from the corners of his mouth along with all sorts of delicious sex sounds. His hot ass was gripping the length of Newman's fat hog, drawing him deeply inside his sink hole with each new powerful thrust. The handsome Cuban's eyes were tightly closed, lost in some kind of reverie while Newman went to town on him.
"Oh, fuck yeah!" he moaned sexily. "Big fuckin' dick! Pound my ass with that big fuckin' dick! Faster, Newman, you sonofabitch! OH, YEAH! HARDER, YOU SADISTIC MOTHERFUCKER!"
Victor gave the stud everything he'd asked for---and more. He literally ravaged Diego's long-neglected rectum, setting the young buck's asshole on fire. Newman's thick prick pistoned in and out of the hot, tight butt with ever-increasing velocity. His own heart was beating wildly in his old, yet still virile, chest like a charging locomotive. Diego was turning out to be a much hotter fuck than he'd originally anticipated; revenge was often times sweet, indeed.
Noticing Diego's darkly purple cock, Newman loosened the rawhide he'd earlier secured around the Cuban's genitals and allowed heated blood to more freely course through the agitated organ. Still plowing into him, Victor wrapped his fist around the raging, oozing hard-on and began pumping the stiff meat. It didn't take long for Diego to loose control; his hunky body spasmed more widly and a virtual geyser of young, succulent cum burst from his piss-hole, raining down all over his torso and spotting Newman's sweaty chest. Newman fucked every last drop of jizz from his willing prisoner, himself aroused at the way Diego's asshole spasmed around his big cock as the stud experienced his wild orgasm.
An all-consuming tremor in his loins warned Victor that he, himself, was beyond the point of return. Steadying himself by clinging to Diego's raised, hunky thighs Victor embedded his cock head as deeply as possible inside the warmth of the other man's belly. His entire body seemed to shudder as his bull's balls deposited their load, filling Diego's guts with rich man juice. Feeling the warmth coating his insides, Diego flexed his internal muscles and milked the length of Newman's shaft, coaxing out the full load. He didn't think the stuff would ever stop coming; Victor Newman's sac had a seemingly endless supply of cream.
When Newman had been fully satiated he withdrew his massive organ from the highly pleasurable depths of Diego's love hole. Diego was impressed to notice the old stud still sported a raging hard on. Slowly and methodically he removed the bonds which had held the younger man prisoner in his dungeon of delights. For the first time in what seemed like hours Diego's legs were allowed to lower themselves to the floor. Quite fatigued from all their fucking, it took him a short while to steady himself and rise from the table to stand and face the man who had used and abused him---and made him feel the best he'd felt in years!
"Now you go, my boy," Victor had him fixed with that menacing, steely gaze. "You will find the briefcase still upstairs; Victor Newman does not welsh on a deal. In fact, I have decided to give you a monetary bonus. The conditions remain the same; you leave Genoa City and never return. Is that clear?"
Clearing his throat, Diego managed, "Very clear, Mr. Newman. But----"
Newman's brow raised, "But?"
"We agreed upon five hundred thousand dollars; no more." Then, with an endearing grin, "But, if you insist upon a bonus----" With that he turned away from Victor to face the steel bars of the cell. Grasping the bars for support, he bent over at the waist, planted his legs widely apart and thrust his ass out at the older man, his wet fuck hole winking invitingly. By the time he turned his head to look over his shoulder for Newman's reaction, Victor had already slipped an arm around his waist and hoisted his fat dong up to the greedy fucker's hot hole.
The screen of the monitor went to black as the video tape whirred to an end. From his position on his father's lap, with the older Newman's familiar cock buried up his ass, Nicholas leaned back against his Victor's strong chest and sighed heavily. Victor had promised to avenge the wrong-doings against Nicholas and his family and Nicholas was delighted with the manner in which he'd enacted that revenge. His ten inches were maddeningly throbbing from watching his dad fuck the daylights out of Diego. True to his word, Diego had skipped town that very night without so much as a good-bye to his family, either of the Newman women---or to Nicholas.
Nicholas would miss Diego; hell, he honestly believed he was in love with the sexy guy. It wasn't so much the fact that another man had ravaged his wife's pussy that had infuriated Nicholas. It was the jealousy of knowing that his main fuck-stud was the "other man" in his wife's---and ultimately his sister's---life. With Diego gone Nicholas wasn't certain what the future held for him and Sharon. Could he ever forget that the Cuban cock which had so thoroughly pleasured him had also pleasured his wife? Or might Sharon be his ever-lasting connection with Diego? Every time he got down to eat her pussy, could he think of Diego's nearly-nine-inches and imagine tasting it on her twat? Could he stick his dick in Sharon and relish in the thought that his lover had nested in that very same hole? His ass twitched around his father's meaty filler as these images swept through his confused mind.
Obviously, Diego hadn't divulged their fuckathons to Victor and, for that, Nicholas was grateful. His father would never know of the many times he'd groveled for a mouth or ass full of that hunky Cuban's hefty chorizo. Their affair was now over---Diego had been exiled from the Newman kingdom----but he would always remain in Nicholas Newman's memory.
Victor cupped one of his son's meaty pecs with one hand and took hold of his hardened cock with the other. "So, my son, are you pleased with your father's revenge upon the man who broke up your family?"
"Sure, Dad," Nicholas replied, looking over his shoulder at the older Newman. "I just wish you'd have let me be part of it."
"I think you have quite enough to take care of right here," Newman responded by grinding his cock around up inside his good-looking son.
That was for sure, Nicholas thought, as he began humping his ass up and down on Victor's big stiffie. He rode his father hard and fast and some time later, after his bowels were dripping with daddy-cum, Nicholas Newman was---finally---satisfied.