This is a work of erotic fiction depicting sexual encounters between macho male characters on a popular daytime drama. The graphic content of this story is meant solely for a mature audience. Original characters are the property of CPT Holdings. Copyright of this material is maintained by the author, who works hard to weave these lurid tales for your enjoyment and welcomes your response.
copyright JRoyale 2004
The blindfold securely fastened over his eyes kept him in virtual darkness, adding to his already confused senses. As the grogginess of whatever drug they'd given him gradually began to dissipate, he realized he was belly down across something cold and solid. Supported only by the midsection, his head and arms hung over the edge, wrists bound tightly together in front of him. Although his feet were planted on the floor, the man's legs were spread uncomfortably wide and secured at the ankles to the outer supporting spindles of the device upon which he lay. A sudden, creeping chill caused him to realize, not without some degree of alarm, that he had been stripped naked. The clamminess of the musty place he found himself in was even boring through the soles of his feet on the cold, hard cement-like floor. With all-important vision denied him, the man's other senses began to come into play. Nostrils flared as he took in the scents around him and determined that he was in some poorly-ventilated basement area. There was another odor, something more akin to the heady sweetness of an athletic locker room. The image of moist underarms and damp jockstraps flashed before his blinded eyes and caused him to stiffen with the implications.
His ears prickled at the faint, distant sound of a thumping musical beat. His mind still in a fog, the naked man tried to recall the events which transpired just prior to finding himself in this uncomfortable and unexpected predicament. It all seemed just on the periphery of his memory and yet, at the same time, so very far away. He vaguely remembered music, not unlike the strains which were currently reaching his ears. But exactly how he had come to be listening to these unfamiliar, somewhat vulgar beats remained another mystery. Something about a girl, a very pretty girl with long tousled hair amid an array of flashing, multi-colored lights danced across his mind and he vainly attempted to grasp at it and form a more solid recollection.
The gruff sound of someone clearing their throat caused him to dart his head to one side, aware for the first time that he was not alone in this underground enclosure. A faint rustling from the opposite side made him quickly shift his attentions. There were at least two in the room with him; how many others might there possibly be? Another cold chill, this time from an overwhelming sensation of fear, assailed his body and caused fine hairs to stand on end. Attempting to move, he bravely railing against the constraining binds and tried to force his body to a standing position so he could confront his captors and reason with them. Warm man's hands suddenly were on his bared shoulders, effortlessly pushing him back down. His sense of hearing heightened, he detected the other one coming up in front of him. Preparing to voice a protest, the shackled prisoner was stunned when something foreign was shoved past his lips and stuffed deep into his yawning mouth. Gagging when it hit the back of his throat, he sputtered around the big, warm thing and felt tears well up in his unseeing eyes. Fingers clenched at his hair and roughly jerked his head upwards as the pulsing object began to rhythmically piston in and out of his mouth, forcing itself deeper into his oral cavity. Something coarse tickled his nose each time the bludgeoning monster filled him, assailing his nostrils with the unmistakable odor of manly sweat. And then he knew! The tortured cry he emitted upon realizing he was being mouth raped by another man's penis was neatly muffled by the fat, bloated cock.
Other hands roughly roamed over his trembling body, down along his sides and over his exposed ass. Long, slender fingers kneaded his buttocks, the many rings adorning those knuckles scraping his pink skin. They dug into the crevice of his backside and worked the cheeks apart until he felt fingertips probing at his anus. He tried to shift his body against these machinations, but his movements only served to entice his assailant. He sighed as one finger penetrated him, prompting the other rapist to take advantage of the moment and send his thick prick clear down his throat! One digit was followed by another, then another, until the rear-end bastard had him wide open. The sharp edges of those many rings felt cold against his quivering ass lips as he was crudely fingered deeply.
The one in front was grunting like some kind of pig as he more rapidly fucked his thick prick in and out of the man's protesting mouth. Pre-cum spilled out of the thick piss hole, coating the prisoner's tongue with the tasty slop. The man wanted to retch but, having no other choice, was forced to swallow the uninvited offering. The fucker was relentless, aimlessly punching his cock between the bound stud's lips time after time and deriving immeasurable pleasure from watching the uptown trouble-maker feast on his tool.
The momentary relief he felt when the other removed those prying fingers from his ass hole was short-lived. He sensed the nameless, faceless man step up closer to him and felt the poker hot cock head pressing against his abused hole. The pain was nearly unbearable as the big thing slowly, but steadily, penetrated him. It seared straight on up though his rectum and didn't stop until the fucker was lodged deep in his belly, bristly pubic hairs tightly pressed against his buttocks. Sweaty hands gripped him by the hips and the ringed fucker began pumping his virgin hole. The naked man wailed and wrestled his body against them, but he was no match for the two. His strangled protests only served to make them even more aggressive. They fucked him from both ends with wild abandon, their big vein-covered man cocks nearly a blur as they banged him with senseless retribution.
Somewhere in the midst of his deflowering the pieces managed to finally come together. Before the first of many loads of thick man cream had been deposited down his gullet and up his belly, the man remembered it all .
Leaning on one elbow against the heavily polished bar, Bobby Marsino surveyed the action in his self-named Gentlemen's Club. Business was back to usual after a minor setback with the beverage control commission. There wasn't an empty table on the show room floor, nor was there a vacant stool around the plush bar. One of the out-of-town girls was sashaying across the stage, strategically removing articles of clothing and revving up the horny crowd of men. Behind the bar, Angelo, head bar-keep and partial investor in the club, was busily doling out beers and martinis to the thirsty patrons. Ang had been awful leery about the future of Marsino's after the shut down, but Bobby'd taken care of business and managed to get his license reinstated, assuring their continued income. Sometimes Bobby had to wonder about Ang, a stocky Italian who sometimes resorted to the old ways of handling trouble. Not that Bobby himself hadn't been guilty of a little rough-housing in this younger days, but now he was striving for respectability and handled matters in a more civilized manner.
Take those two young hoodlums who had been instrumental in getting the club shut down in the first place. Angelo wanted to crack the skulls of those two underage bucks who got themselves served alcohol at Marsinos. Bobby handled things quite differently. By the time he'd finished with young Raul and JT, they were virtual ass slaves to his strong cock. In fact, they now worked at Marsinos one night a week, stripping down to skimpy g-strings on stage during the increasingly popular Ladies Night. And there wasn't a week gone by that at least one of them was knocking on his office door, hungry for another fuck from the hung Italian. Bobby smiled crookedly when he thought of the way his sex life had improved since re-exploring the "other side" and he had to stuff a hand deep into his pant's pocket to camouflage the erection which had instantaneously sprouted.
While those boys had been duly stymied, Frederick Hodges still posed a bit of a problem for Bobby---and Marsinos, in general. Hodges, an influential banker, took exception to his young daughter appearing on Marsinos stage and was trying his damnedest to put Bobby out of business. It didn't seem to matter to silver-haired Freddie that his daughter considered Marsinos an essential stepping stone in her career. The beautiful blond wanted to be a successful singer and used Bobby's stage to hone her craft and be seen by the proper people. The fact that she doffed her clothes at the conclusion of her number was secondary in Brittany's eyes. Certainly the girl had a nice singing voice---maybe great, in fact---but it was her voluptuous body, slim waist and full breasts which made her headliner material at the club.
Freddie made all kinds of noise and even used his banking influence to yank Marsino's line of credit. But he wasn't the only financial institution in town and Bobby had little trouble re-establishing his finances. Once again, only a minor setback. Angelo, however, was more vehement about Hodge's finagling and had even gone so far as to make a veiled threat to the man's snooty wife. Given enough time, Bobby was certain he could have pacified the sexy-looking society matron with his Italian charms and calming manhood, but Angelo's hot headedness had ruined any chance of that. Frederick was even more incensed by the bartender's strong arm tactics and vowed to run Marsino out of town---at all costs! Bobby wasn't all that worried about hot-air Hodges---but he was leery of the sudden appearance of one Sal Staley.
As if on cue, Staley appeared at the top of the spiral staircase and began his descent into the pit of inequity. Tall, trim and impeccably dressed in a fashionable Italian designer's suit, Staley presented an impressive figure in the dimly lit cavern of the local club. His dark hair, never out of place, was precision cut short on the sides and fuller on top in classic Guido style; his handsome goatee was razor-sharp perfection. He exuded the appearance of a man who never bruised his knuckles---but Bobby Marsino knew only too well how deceiving appearances could prove to be. Sal Staley was the right-hand henchman to the somewhat ethically questionable financier who provided the necessary monetary backing for Marsinos, as well as many other businesses. The kingpin had a stake in Marsinos, and Sal was the eyes and ears to reassure his employer that all was well in Genoa City. Lately, the reports had been less than favorable.
The brief closing of the club following the liquor license fiasco was the initial cause for concern. Once the problem had been straightened out Bobby thought he would see less of Staley, but such was not the case. Despite Bobby's reassurances, the boss still appeared concerned with all the noise Frederick Hodges was making. Bobby had done his best to quiet the man---as had Angelo, in his own misguided attempt. Hodges was obsessed with ridding Genoa City of the Gentleman's Club---and all because his daughter worked at the place. There were, Bobby knew, a lot worse places on the outskirts of town to which Freddie and his moral majority could---and should---redirect their attentions.
Staley's dark eyes quickly scanned the room, pausing momentarily on the scantily clad chanteuse parading her wares for the cheering patrons, before spotting Bobby at the bar. Casually striding over to join him, he gave Bobby a crooked smile.
"How's it goin' tonight, Marsino?" His bright, capped teeth sparkled under the recessed bar lighting.
"It's goin' fine, Sal. No problems," Bobby responded. "So whatchoo doin' here?"
Flashing that suspicious smile and glancing about the club once again, as if he were purposely looking for someone, Sal spread his hands wide. "Yo, Bobby, can't a guy come in and check out your ladies? You got a patent on 'em, or somethin'?"
Bobby wasn't convinced, but motioned to Angelo behind the bar. "Ang, get Sal here a drink. Whatchoo drinkin' tonight, Sal?"
A look passed between Sal and Angelo. "Ang knows what I want, don'tchoo Ang?"
"Right, Sal," the stockier man replied and set to work preparing Sal an extra dry vodka martini with triple olives, just the way he liked it.
The babe on stage had finished her set amid cheers from her adoring public. A sudden electricity seemed to fill the room as the crowd anticipated the arrival of tonight's headliner. A faceless voice boomed an introduction over the sound system and blond Brittany Hodges stepped onto the stage. Clad in a Victorian-style corsette, she was all feathered boas, garter belts, hosiery and stiletto heels. As the cheering subsided and a hush fell over the crowd a slow, canned background melody filled the room. At the appropriate time, Brittany withdrew the handheld microphone from the cleavage of her corsette and began singing a familiar tune in her clear, sweet and seductive voice.
Mesmerized by the attractive young woman's performance, Bobby failed to notice the new arrival making his way down the staircase. Keeping himself inconspicuous in the shadows, Frederick Hodges found a spot along the darkened back wall out of the line of vision of his wayward daughter. Arms crossed over his chest and a grim expression covering his still-handsome face, Hodges listened as his daughter nicely sang an old standard. She sounded quite good, even if her outfit was cheap and tawdry. Frederick wanted nothing more than to see Marsino's closed for once and for all---and then perhaps Brittany could move on with her life in a more respectable venue. Although he despised everything about the place, if his presence made Marsino uncomfortable, then he would show his determined face every night until the juke joint was nothing more than an abandoned building.
Angelo was the first to notice the arrival of their nemesis. Tapping Sal on the shoulder, he nodded to the shadowy corner where Hodges was staked out. A mischievous half-smile played about Staley's lips when he spotted the middle-aged man intently watching his daughter perform her little number. His beady eyes searched through the darkness of the club until he spotted the two ruffians he'd earlier engaged. Silently, he drew their attention to Frederick Hodges. The hunky twin rough necks were quick to make their move. In almost no time they had maneuvered themselves to stand directly behind Hodges. Sal grinned again, his dark eyes dancing as he returned his attention to the blond finishing her innocent number.
The music took a decided turn as the colorful pinwheel lights began to spin, casting exotic hues across the stage. Throwing her boa aside, Brittany began a practiced bump and grind amid shouts and cheers from the audience. Feeling the knot forming in his throat at the prospect of what his daughter was about to do, Frederick loosened his tie and the top two buttons of his starched white shirt. Swallowing back his indignation, he nervously watched as his only daughter expertly worked the crowd with her purposeful, sensual moves. Her long-nailed fingers playfully loosened the strings holding together the front of her dainty bodice, causing her breasts to swell more fully into view. Frederick gulped back the shame at observing his daughter committing such lecherous acts but, when her sheer costume fell around her ankles, he could take no more of it. With beads of frustration dotting his forehead, Frederick attempted to move forward and halt his daughter's insanity.
Strong hands came out of nowhere to grasp him by the upper arms and pull him back into the darkness. Confused and frightened, Frederick struggled against the clutch of his invisible tormenters. He was just about to shout out when something was stuffed over his mouth---something with an acrid odor and a bitter taste. Suddenly the room began to spin around him. Frederick was hardly aware that he was being dragged backwards out of the main arena and down a short, darkened corridor. A door was kicked open and he was carried by two huge, muscular skinheads down a flight of stairs. Full effect of the drug finally kicked in, and Frederick Hodges completely lost consciousness long before they had completed their descent into the musty basement of the building housing Marsinos Lounge.
Topless, Brittany pranced around the stage in nothing more than a tiny lavender thong and impossibly high stilettos. Five and ten dollar bills were being tossed at her as she wrapped her body around the glory pole and rode it to the floor. The smile on Bobby's face as he delighted in watching the chanteuse was bright enough to light up an entire city block. Only thing came close to Brittany were those two boy toys of hers---and now Bobby's. Marsino got himself a major hard-on when Raul and J.T. danced his stage just from knowing how much they craved his big Italian cock. Now if only Bobby could figure a way to get Brittany in the sack with all three of them!
Brit finished her set, scooped up her loot and shared final winks and kisses before exiting the stage to make way for the next dancing machine. Bobby watched until she was safety off stage and, turning back to rave with Sal about the girl, was mildly surprised to discover Staley was no longer at the bar. Neither, for that matter, was Angelo. It took him only a moment to get the other bartender's attention.
"Yo, where's Ang?" he asked the young man.
"Dunno," the bartender shrugged. "Said he had some business to take care of."
"Business? What kind of business he got this time of night?" Bobby spoke under his breath. With brows quizzically knit he sat back, downed another shot and contemplated the suddenly mysterious situation.
Money was passed to the two strong-arms and the twin thugs hastily vanished from the bowels of the night club. The other two waited, fully aware of the importance of silence, until the bound and blindfolded banker regained consciousness. In short time Frederick Hodges began to stir. The other two observed with some degree of perverse amusement as the nude man, bent over and secured at the ankles to a waist-high end-table, sorted his confusion. Forgetting himself for one moment, Angelo loudly cleared his throat, absently alerting the man to his presence. Seeing Hodges' immediate reaction, Sal nodded to Angelo and stepped away from his post, advancing on the trussed-up man. Instantly detecting Sal's movement, and despite the fact that his ankles were tied to the outside of the table's legs, Hodges defensively attempted to straighten at the waist and confront his abductors. Slapping his hands on the back of Freddie's bare shoulders, Sal forced him down to his former horizontal position.
With game time officially declared Angelo unzipped his fly, hauled out his fat eight-inch hard-on and stepped up to the prisoner. The timing couldn't have been more perfect. Just as Freddie opened his mouth to give them hell, Angelo shoved his hot Italian sausage clear back to the man's tonsils. Hodges' instantaneous choking and sputtering around the foreign object only served to heighten Angelo's perverse pleasure. Grabbing a fistful of the banker's thick silver hair, he yanked Frederick's head up to a more advantageous position and proceeded to forcefully, and rhythmically, fuck the stunned man's face hole. The strangled scream when Hodges finally realized he was tasting dick brought wicked smiles to the twisted faces of his tormentors.
Sal's multi-ringed fingers, which had been rubbing Hodges' knotted shoulders, traveled along the older man's smooth back. Sal was quite impressed with the physical condition of middle-aged Frederick. Obviously the man worked out regularly---probably at the swanky local athletic club---to keep himself from going soft. Even his ass was fairly tight, Sal discovered as he ran his hands over Frederick's firm, hairless buttocks. Taking them more forcefully in hand, he kneaded the warm flesh until it had turned a brighter shade of pink. His thumbs worked their way into the hair-lined crevice separating Hodges' impressive ass and wedged those ripe melons apart. Hodges squirmed about on the table but, with his ankles fastened to either side, was unable to move very far from Sal's exploratory maneuvers. The Italian's fingertips probed at the banker's wrinkled pucker until he'd worked the folds apart and slid one thin, long finger clear up to his expensive gold ring.
The sudden anal intrusion shocked Frederick into an involuntarily---and lung-filling---gasp. Sensing Freddie's throat relax for that brief instant, Angelo took full advantage of the situation and rammed his fat prick straight down the banker's gullet. Hodges reflexively choked around the big piece of man meat wedging itself far into his throat. A river of saliva seeped from the corners of his mouth undeterred and drooled down to pool on the floor below him. His nostrils were flared widely as he fought for some all-important oxygen; the damned, foul-tasting thing was practically suffocating him! Angelo never once allowed his cock head to escape the awesome tightness as he proceeded to deep fuck the tender, virgin man-throat. Instead, he plunged it time and again into Frederick's wet channel, effectively silencing any of the man's attempt at protestation.
Working another digit into Hodge's ass, Sal roughly fingered the man's virgin bunghole. His index and middle fingers went to town plunging in and out of Freddie's awesomely tight butt, twisting and turning around up inside of him. Those expensive solid gold rings adorning his piano player's fingers tickled Frederick's rubbery ass lips, causing him to buck back against the other man. Sal had a sadistic grin plastered on his shady, handsome face as he watched Angelo mercilessly buggering the busybody banker's mouth. They both wanted to teach Hodges a lesson, but Sal never thought Angelo would enjoy it quite this much. The bigger bodied Italian was grunting and groaning, holding on to Freddie's head with his chubby fingers and using his oral cavity like a wanton street whore. Sal, himself, was well aware that he was sporting major wood in his expensive slacks and worked with his free hand to release his raging pecker from captivity.
Fisting his own impressive pecker in one sweaty palm, Sal grew even more aggressive in his man-handling of Frederick Hodges. Forming three long fingers into a cone, he spat full on the older man's bud and dove back in. The swollen lips of Freddie's tortured anus were drawn inward with each deep penetration. On the outtake they practically clung to Sal's wet fingers. Sal used a thumb to rub those distended asslips, snickering as they fluttered around his long digits, before digging back in. Finally satisfied that the banker was sufficiently loosened, Sal coated his throbbing prick with a wave of slick saliva and pressed the hot helmet against Freddie's pucker.
Angelo felt the reverberations of Hodge's tortured groan against his own dick as Sal slowly pushed inch after inch of himself up into Freddie's uncharted man hole. While his cock wasn't near as thick as Ang's, Sal had him equally matched in length. Hodges wriggled and squirmed, trying in vain to wrestle free, but his actions only served to heighten Sal's state of arousal. Grabbing the silver-haired stud by the hips to steady him, Sal began pumping his ass with long, deliberate thrusts.
Both men fucked him from opposite ends with a ferocity that could only have been sparked by a deep sense of vengeance for the wrongs done to them. Hodge's beastial cries were muffled by the thick cock spearing down his throat. He gasped and groaned, feeling like the wind was being knocked out of him each time the rear-end fucker punched deep into his guts. He could taste the unusual, but not entirely unpleasant, flavor of the pre-cum freely flowing from the other one's heavily-veined monster as it skidded across his tongue before plugging his throat. They were both deep-dicking him with wild abandon---and poor Frederick didn't know how much more he could take before completely losing consciousness. Realizing he was entirely at their mercy and continuing to fight them would only sap his energy, Frederick reluctantly decided to submit.
Sal nearly skipped a fuck-beat when he felt Hodge's ass suddenly loosen around him. He shot a look at Angelo, who also had surprise etched on his beefy face. The blindfolded man was no longer merely a set of wide-open jaws; Frederick Hodges was actually sucking on his dick! Pulling himself out of the banker's ravaged throat, he watched in near amazement as the older man began running his wet tongue along the underside of the bloated shaft and lapped at the heavily leaking head. Sal, who rather enjoyed a tight fuck, had slowed down considerably and was more leisurely sinking his prick into the man's relaxed hole as he marveled at the way Freddie had taken to Ang's dick.
Suddenly, and unexpectedly, Hodges unloaded the piece from his mouth. But instead of crying out for help, as would have been expected, turned his blinded eyes over his shoulder and barked at Sal. "Fuck me harder, stud! If you're going to do me, make it something I'll remember!" And then, as both thugs stood there slack-jawed, he dove back on to Angelo's dripping prick.
Shaking off his amazement, Sal grabbed the man around his trim waist and slammed his pecker home. Frederick groaned appreciatively as the big cock ripped into him. His slick chute purposely tightened around the invading missile, caressing it in his comfortable glove. Reaching about with his free hand, Sal found Hodges' cock which was unsurprisingly hard as rock and oozing pre-cum. Hodges moaned delightfully as the man's long fingers encircled his seven-and-a-half inches of "straight" cock and began stroking him in time to his own thrusts. Sal's meaty balls slapped against the other man with each gut-wrenching thrust as he fucked the now-willing participant senseless.
With his nose pressed into dense, pungent pubic hair and his lips wrapped around the thick base of Angelo's pulsing plunger, Frederick showed him some quickly learned deep-throated action. His heightened sense of hearing easily detected the deep moans of manly passion originating from the other man's groin and escaping through his lips. Coming off the big, wet monster he tightened his lips around the plum-like cockhead and went to work with tongue and teeth. Man juice was flowing even more heavily now and Frederick eagerly swiped it away, lapping at the piss hole and coaxing even more to rise up and nourish him. Never before in his life had he stopped to consider the ultimate pleasures of a manly sexual encounter. Although forced into the current situation and unsure of his ultimate safety, wealthy Frederick Hodges found himself enjoying the moment and hoped his enthusiasm might bode well with the anonymous cock hounds.
Sal was voraciously slamming into Hodge's guts, and Freddie took every forceful thrust head on. His prick pulsed in the ringed man's hands as all three raged ever closer to the moment of orgasmic crescendo. Freddie wanted to feel that cock explode in his rectum, filling his guts with the other man's seed. Perhaps even more, he eagerly anticipated the first taste of ball juice from the thicker cock he was slavishly feeding upon. He would suck every tasty drop from the mighty tool, roll it around on his tongue, swish it about his mouth and swallow the entire load down into his hungry belly.
Both fuckers were nearing the point of no return. They could feel that unmistakable heat roaring through their loins and threatening to erupt at any moment. Frederick's fiery hot mouth and asshole were just begging to be doused with waves of thick, wet cum. And then, just when neither thought they could hold back any longer, the door to the basement room was suddenly thrust open! As it forcefully slammed against the wall, both stunned men stopped in mid-stroke and stared at the big man outlined in the doorway.
Bobby Marsino stepped into the room and took in the sight with an incredulous look etched across his ruggedly handsome face. As he opened his mouth to protest he caught Sal quickly placing a finger to his own lips in a gesture of silence. Observing the blindfold blocking the vision of the man, unmistakably Frederick Hodges, Bobby instantly understood. Hodges had no idea that Sal was the man with his dick ball's deep up his ass hole or that the cock wavering in front of his face, and looking like it was about to coat him in cum, belonged to Angelo. With brows angrily furrowed, Bobby spread his arms in a questioning gesture. Before either man could attempt a response the silence was broken by none other than Frederick, himself. If any of them had expected him to plead for release, they were very mistaken.
"Don't stop now!" He sounded almost desperate. "I don't care who else is here. Now that we've started, I want to see this thing through to the end! Give me back those cocks! Fuck me!" He craned his neck trying to seek Angelo's cock, which was just out of reach.
Bobby's hazel eyes were widened in shock at the banker's lascivious words. Angelo stepped in closer to Hodges, who literally devoured him in one greedy gulp. With a sinister smile on his face, Sal began slowly grinding his cock around in Frederick's moist ass hole, pumping him back into action. Bobby couldn't believe his two business associates were fucking the man who was trying like hell to close them down---and Hodges seemed to be liking it!
Sal grasped Bobby's hand and pulled him in closer. Placing the good-looking Italian's paw on one of Frederick's quivering ass mounds, he moved it about the heated flesh he was currently fucking. Bobby looked for some sign of assurance in Sal's smirking eyes and slowly brought his other hand down to Hodge's buttocks. Running his palms over the surprisingly smooth flesh, his eyes focused on Sal's piece slowly sluicing through the silver haired man's distended bung hole. Both Sal and Ang had resumed a leisurely pace, no longer anxious to drop their seed so hastily.
Bobby failed to flinch when Sal tugged at the zipper on the front of his pants and released his horse-like member. Sal's eyes flared---and he unconsciously licked his chops--when he got a good look at the magnificent piece Marsino sported. Taking the hot and spicy sausage in hand, he gave it a few obligatory strokes, sparking a look of surprise from Bobby.
Giving one final, gut-filling thrust, Sal ever-so-slowly began withdrawing his hot poker from Hodge's fuck hole. Before he even knew what had happened, Sal had Bobby by the wrist and forced his hand between Freddie's parted legs, his fingers webbed against the older man's opening. With just the cock head sunken inside the pouting mouth, Sal milked the banker's ass lips, allowing Bobby to feel their swollen, distended surface beneath his fingers. When he popped free, Hodge's hole lay deliciously open for Bobby's further inspection. Curiously, Bobby moved his hand down along the sweaty spread and felt the hot, flickering ass lips kiss him. Stepping back a few stops, Sal nodded an invitation and Bobby found himself moving into the recently vacated spot.
Taking big hands full of Hodge's firm buttocks, Bobby used fat thumbs to pry at the rosy, hairy hole. Dropping a slimy rope of saliva down along the sweaty crack he worked it around and into the fiery fuck hole. Sal had opened the man up pretty well with his fierce fucking, but Bobby was much thicker than the sneaky, stylish Italian. Frederick audibly gasped when Bobby slipped both thumbs inside him, hooked them under his ass lips and forced his hole wide open. Hodges' muscle reflexively tried to clamp closed, but Bobby fought against him. Both Bobby and Sal were looking right into Hodges' ruby red shit chute.
Moving in a step closer, Bobby aligned his fuck tool with Hodges' yawning ass mouth and sank his fat helmet inside. Still holding the silver haired man open, Bobby teased Frederick with his huge cock head, easily gliding it in and out of the gaping hole. Pleased to be getting fucked once again, Frederick went to town on Angelo's fat prick, slobbering over him like a pro. Heavy beads of sweat dripped from Ang's hair line, trailing down along his meaty face and falling off from his chin. Swiping a hairy forearm across his brow, Angelo became aware he was completely drenched in manly sweat. Hastily removing his starched white shirt and clinging T, Angelo stood buck-assed, hairy-chested naked in front of Freddie Hodges, feeding him inch after inch of tasty beef.
Having worked the head and first few inches of his massive cock into Hodge's ass, Bobby removed his thumbs from the warm chasm and allowed those tortured ass lips to close around his pole. The man was tight, that much was for certain. Bobby could only imagine the vise grip he must have held on Sal's slimmer pecker. His mushy ass walls were pulsing against Bobby's hardness as the handsome Italian slowly sunk his meat deeper. Hodges might be new at this but, by the way he was bearing back on the huge invader and trying like hell to be accommodating, Bobby could tell the banker was damned anxious to have his hole pumped by this new, grander cock.
Lewdly licking his lips at the sight of Bobby's beautiful cock penetrating the folds of Hodge's ass---the same ass he'd just royally fucked---Sal was not to be left out of the action. Throughout all of their business dealings over the years he had always found Bobby Marsino to be one hot man but never considered the possibility that Marsino, like himself, enjoyed a little macho action on the side. While Bobby pumped more and more fat cock into Frederick Hodge's receptive asshole, Sal took Angelo's cue and stripped out of his designer's best, revealing his tightly compact gym-buffed body. Kicking his slacks to the side and, with raging hard-on leading the way, Sal came up to stand directly behind Bobby. He ran his sweaty hands up under Bobby's trademark silk shirt and was pleased to discover the Italian hunk was wearing no obstructive undergarment. The thick muscles along Marsino's tapered back rippled under the other man's touch. Sal's hands moved upward along his spine, over the slopes and contours of Bobby's smooth, broad back and cupped the strong, rounded swell of his shoulders. A strong sexual heat radiated from Marsino's hot body, causing Sal's hard cock to throb almost painfully. Withdrawing from under the stud's shirt, Sal reached around to unfasten buttons and peeled the material from Bobby's hunky, glistening torso. Pressing himself tightly against the other man, Sal engulfed Bobby in his embrace and freely explored Marsino's muscular chest.
Cupping the rounded firmness of jutting pectorals, Sal roughly kneaded those meaty mounds, tweaking the hardened eraser-sized nipples between his thumb and index fingers. Still squeezing one solid pec, his other hand traveled downward, sliding over Bobby's flat belly and dug his fingers into the stud's thick, wiry bush. His open mouth was on the back of Marsino's neck, licking and planting wet kisses all along the exposed flesh. Working his way around, he lightly bit one ear lobe, then worked his swollen tongue into the canal. As the goateed Italian breathed hotly into his ear, Bobby groaned appreciatively and allowed his head to lean back. Sal zeroed in on his throat, nibbling and sucking while his hands continued to caress Marsino's muscular torso. His own throbbing cock burned hotly along the deeply indented cleft of Bobby's bodacious buttocks.
Bobby had worked all of his nine and one-half inches into Frederick Hodges and was now riding his thick shaft in and out of the man's screaming hole. Freddie was huffing, puffing and bellowing all kinds of inaudible obscenities around the other cock relentlessly hammering his tonsils. Bobby had a sneaking suspicion the banker wasn't complaining about the cock-stuffing treatment he was being given. As he pounded full-length, full-force into the super tight ass hole, Freddie seemed to be lunging back against him. With his prick buried deep inside the other man, Bobby purposely let it pulse in the hot, tight canal for an ass-stretching moment before resuming his maddening fuck. The huge, mushroom cap threatened to break free of Hodges' reshaped ass ring with each out-stroke but, in a matter of seconds, swiftly dove back in to punch him square in the guts, practically knocking wind out of the older man.
Never in his life had Frederick Hodges felt the extreme, forbidden pleasures his body was being introduced to by the anonymous cock hounds. At first he'd been repulsed by the things they'd forced him to do; sex with another man was taboo in his world. The nasty, foul tasting penis plunging into his throat, spitting rancid leakage onto his tongue, had made him want to vomit. And the pain from the merciless violation of his anus had been practically unbearable. But, at some indiscernible point along the way to his submission, Frederick had begun to experience the ultimate in male bonding. Tasting the fat man cock stuffing itself into his wet throat, Hodges realized it wasn't so bad after all. In fact, it was damned near exotic! He had begun licking along the length of the vein-engorged thing as it speared his tonsils and sucked on the huge, bulbous head when it came up for air. He could taste the heady pre-cum drooling out of the piss hole and tested it with his tongue. Quickly acquiring a taste for the tangy nectar, he took every opportunity to swipe over the big knob and obtain more. He could tell that the other man was enjoying himself as well by the sound of his ragged breathing. Frederick knew full well from his wife's oral ministrations (back in their younger days when she still gave head) how wonderful it felt to get off in a warm, loving mouth. He could only imagine how it would feel to be the recipient of all that tasty semen.
When the other one had begun toying with his back side, Frederick would never have guessed that, in the matter of a few moments, a savage pleasure would replace the overwhelming initial pain. He'd just gotten used to the ram charger of the ring-fingered man and was accommodating it quite nicely when the other man entered the scene. >From the moment this new man poked his head inside, deliciously inspecting Frederick's hole, the banker knew he was in for a fuck of a different flavor. The thing was huge! Thankfully the other one had loosened him up a bit; if he'd had to take on this new stud from the outset, Freddie feared he might have been split in two. This one used slow, but steady, motions to ease his weapon into Frederick's ass chute. He knew it wasn't possible, but Freddie could have sworn he felt this one in his throat every bit as much as the other one. The guy was obviously hung like a horse; Frederick guessed there to be close to ten, wrist-thick inches. He desperately wanted to meet the man who boasted such superior equipment, but the big hunk of meat roughly fucking his face made it impossible for him to engage in conversation.
The hunky he-man pulled his thick prick out until just the monstrous head was at Frederick's ass hole and punched it back in again. His strokes became faster and faster, shoving the gigantic hunk of meat into the banker as deeply as it would go. Frederick retaliated by sucking on the cock in his mouth with a renewed fervor. The owner of the tasty piece had ceased his efforts and allowed Freddie to take over all the work. Wrapping his lips around the solid shaft, Hodges slid it in and out of his warm, wet orifice, slurping on the tasty piece and devouring it like a trained cock pig.
Sal's hands continued to roam over Bobby's manly body while his leaking rod dry humped the cleft of the handsome stud's buttocks. He thoroughly enjoyed holding the naked, muscular man in his arms and exploring every inch of his masculine torso while Marsino's gorgeous appendage plowed the banker's hole. Damned if he didn't want to the be one down on all fours with Bobby plunging that battering ram into his itchy ass! Now that the ice had been broken, Sal intended to see to it that Bobby scratched his inner itch on each of his impromptu visits. In a display of his new found appreciation, Sal cupped the hunky stud by the squared jaw and, twisting his face to the side, planted his lips right onto Marsino's. All horned up, with his turgid column having a devil of a good time in Freddie's tight bung hole, Bobby failed to resist. He parted his lips and accepted Staley's wet, invading tongue.
The sight of those two macho hunks sucking face was too much for Angelo. He'd held off for a long while but the added attraction was more than he could bear. His hairy nuts had tightly drawn up to his crotch and his pulse was pounding wildly at his temples. Shoving his fat hunk of cock as deep into Hodge's gullet as it could go, he exploded. Frederick nearly choked on the thick waves of spunk which forcefully shot from his piss hole. The greedy banker never even really got a chance to taste the precious goo; Angelo blew it right past his tonsils and straight down to his belly.
Suddenly there were hands on Angelo's hips, dragging him away from the banker. Frederick barely had a chance to catch his breath when another cock was pressed between his lips. He graciously sucked Sal Staley's prick, coating it with Angelo's leftover splooge. His tongue swirled around the tender dickhead and enjoyed the slightly different taste of this man's juice. While they continued to work their man meat into Hodges from both ends, Bobby and Sal leaned across the man's prone body to embrace each other in strong, sweaty arms and resume their tongue-filled, devouring kiss.
Whether it was Hodge's eager mouth, Bobby's sensuous caress or a combination of all, Sal felt the heat rise to boiling in his every vein. Panting against the handsome Italian, he emitted a strained shout and splashed a massive gusher against Frederick's tonsils. Proving himself to be a talented beginner, Frederick milked more and more cum into his hungry mouth, savoring the heady flavor. Gulping down mouthfuls of the tasty jizz, he continued sucking long after Sal was completely spent.
Bobby had taken to fucking the living hell out of Frederick's virgin ass hole, showing him absolutely no mercy. His big balls slapped loudly against the other man with each forceful plunge, sweat spraying off his body. With teeth gritted together, his face had an almost angry expression as he relentlessly plowed the banker's warm, mushy insides. Like a man possessed he rode Brittany's father hard and fast, slapping the sides of his hips as he filled him with roaring hard on.
As the ecstasy of oncoming orgasm overtook him, Bobby momentarily forgot himself and shouted out, "Aw fuck, I'm cummin'!"
Hodges mouth came off of Sal's drained prick and, with cum dripping from his lips, incredulously muttered, "Marsino?!"
White hot spasms of milky cum pumped from Bobby's big cock and seared the inner walls of Hodge's rectum. Momentarily forgetting his discovery, Frederick indulged in the new found sensation of warm ball juice filling his well-fucked cavity. It was like a bazooka had blown off inside him, firing bountiful barrels of scalding cream. As the big cock continued to fuck him, it pressed Frederick's love button and sent major wads of jizz blowing out of his piss hole to splash against the table and floor below him. The impact of his own orgasm caused Frederick's sphincter to clamp tightly around Bobby's cock, setting off yet another explosion of hot ball juice from the Italian buck.
Gagged, bound and blindfolded, Frederick was led from the basement of the club to a waiting car in the back alley. Sal's twin ruffians, who had earlier chloroformed the banker, secured him across the back seat. While one drove the vehicle away, another took possession of Hodges' car. They met in a lonely, secluded spot several miles out of town. Unable to resist the temptation, and without permission from their employer, they each took turns fucking Frederick's cum soaked hole before leaving him there spent and satiated. Somehow Frederick managed to drag himself home and, under a satisfyingly hot shower, contemplated his new found desire.
Suffering at the office from lack of concentration for nearly two days, on the third Frederick decided to drive out to Marsino's during his lunch hour. While the place wasn't open for business at this time of the day, it was always accessible for deliveries. Hesitating for the briefest of moments, Hodges swallowed back nervous anticipation and descended the spiral staircase into the quiet cavern of the club. It took him a few moments to adjust his eyesight from the brilliance outside to the sultry dimness of the place he had earlier despised.
Almost on cue Bobby Marsino stepped from a darkened alcove carrying a handful of paperwork. He stopped short, momentarily stunned when he saw Frederick Hodges silently standing there. Frederick's hungry eyes fixed on Marsino for the briefest of moments, then casually traveled down the Italian's husky musculature and settled on his groin. His tongue snaked out to lick his cock hungry lips. With a crooked knowing smile, Bobby cupped his abundant basket in one big manly hand. Beads of anxious sweat broke out on Hodges' brow as he loosened the knot of his silk tie. Swallowing hard, he advanced on the handsome, hung Italian stud.