Date: Tue, 6 Sep 2016 12:28:29 +0200
From: J.D Louis <jdawg69@email.com>
Subject: Bayside Bang - Part 7

Hey guys, sorry it's been so long since the last chapter, life's been a bit
hectic. Anyway, hope you enjoy this return.

***

The room was so dark...almost pitch black. And deadly silent; except for
VJ's soft whimpering as he tried to hide the unbearable pain...mask his
tears...and remain strong.

"Stop your snivelling and just tell me where that bitch and my kid are!"
Mick roared. VJ remained silent. He hadn't endured days of being tied up as
a dildo machine relentlessly pounded him just to give up now.

"Why are you protecting her?! She lied about you knocking her up! You
should hate her!" Mick screamed in frustration. VJ's entire body ached
badly; he was too sore to even speak. Not that he would anyway. Sure,
Billie's lies had hurt him. But he'd never wish Mick on her or V3...or
anyone else.

Mick then began to laugh wickedly. "Stop pretending you're not enjoying it,
slut! Looks like I'm gonna have to find another way to loosen those sweet
lips...."  VJ felt Mick's hot breath against his lips as he moved in for a
kiss; only to be stung by Mick's hand as his deranged kidnapper belted him
across the face.  "Don't worry, you're still pretty." Mick taunted as he
left the room.

Moments later he returned; VJ recognising the sound of a gun being
cocked. It appeared this was the end. But Mick was suddenly stopped in his
tracks as he and VJ heard the front door being kicked down. A flashlight's
beam got brighter as it neared, before the light switched on, revealing
Hunter standing in the doorway.

Leaping into action, Hunter wrestled the gun from Mick; tackling him to the
ground before knocking him out cold. VJ's pain turned to relief as Hunter
freed him. But he quickly baffled his hero as he simply hobbled his way
outside, before collapsing on the lawn.

"Yeah, thanks for saving me babe." Hunter said to himself, disappointed. He
knew VJ had to be suffering trauma; yet had hoped for a big, romantic
reunion. He was awash with the Paris effect, having just been there...with
Brody. He should have known the breakup note from `VJ', telling him to take
the trip they planned while he went his own way, was forged by
Mick. Whatever. He was just glad that he listened to his instincts that VJ
was in trouble and came home.

*** "Here, thought you might need these." Hunter said, handing VJ, who was
now calmly sitting upright, his shorts. "Though I still prefer you without
them." Hunter said cheekily as he put his arm around his love and lent in
for a much needed kiss. But a jittery VJ flinched; needing space as he
distanced himself from Hunter...

*** Meanwhile...

Kat and Phoebe had given Brian and Derek, the diner's accountants Chris had
set them up with, their marching orders. They were not impressed by their,
quote, "wardrobe malfunction" when they lost their shirts in an attempt to
initiate a strip poker game.

The smart, successful and sexy duo knew they'd be someone else's gain and
remained shirtless as they drove around cruising; leaving their abs to do
the talking...

The guys looked at each other and licked their lips as they spotted VJ
walking aimlessly along the road...  Brian pulled up as Derek wound down
the Porche's window. "Hey VJ!"  VJ gave them a `who the fuck are you?' look
and continued walking.  "It's us, Brian and Derek." Brian yelled across
from the driver's seat.  "Who?"  "We're your mum's accountants. From the
diner. Remember?"  "Oh." VJ replied, disinterested. He'd only met them
briefly once, and they may have checked each other out with nothing coming
of it. Until now. Talk about bad timing.  "Get in. We'll give you a ride."
"No. Thanks."  "I said get in you little fucker!" Derek yelled as he got
out and pulled VJ into the car; sitting him across his lap like a supersize
baby. VJ was just as helpless as a baby as Derek wrapped one arm around his
waist, holding him tightly in place while his other hand undid and pulled
down his shorts.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" VJ moaned
uncontrollably as Derek played with his penis...fondled his fucker...oh the
perils of being insanely hot. At the same time VJ could feel Derek's
constrained cock poking against his ass. With VJ where he wanted him, Derek
unzipped his pants, unleashing his 8" investment as he seamlessly slipped
it up into VJ's hot wide-open hole.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....mmmmmmmmmmm...fuck yeah...can't get a piece of
rump as hot as you on the menu." Derek moaned as he ravenously shoved his
salami into VJ.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" VJ
moaned louder; his entire body burning as his raw passage was being roughly
rammed...yet he was also hot with passion - somewhat still turned on
despite his ordeal.

Brian didn't know where he was taking them, just that he had to have VJ
NOW, and stopped the car. He then pulled the lever on Derek's seat, sending
it reclining back as Derek and VJ fell with it. Seconds later his crotch
was in VJ's face as he undid his pants, flinging his 9" pole out before
ramming it down VJ's throat.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh...fuck...I knew you'd be a hot cock sucker..." Brian moaned
as VJ just went with the forceful flow; hungrily gulping the tasty tool.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK YEAH....I'M ABOUT TO CUM..." Derek panted.
"YEAH...FILL HIM UP GOOD MATE..." Brian replied breathlessly.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...SOAK IT UP STUD..." Derek moaned as he blasted
his lusty lava, drenching VJ's insides with a massive molten
memento. Seconds later Brian's creamy cum cocktail careened down VJ's
throat.

VJ spread out across the back seat as he regained his breath, only to
reignite when he felt his hard, throbbing pole being sucked.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." VJ puffed as the guys' tongues
tussled over his holy grail...each sucking the massive meat away from the
other; sending it back and forth as each fought to be the dominant mouth on
the long shlong.

After a while, Brian let Derek chow down on VJ's dick as he painted VJ's
granite torso in wet, steamy saliva; leaving a trail of admiration before
powerfully planting himself in VJ's mouth as they kissed. But with a
backload of batter begging to be extracted, horny-as-hell VJ was surprised
he'd lasted this long having not been able to blow a load since his
kidnapping; and was ready to erupt.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." VJ moaned
repeatedly; no words could express the ecstasy of finally emptying his
over-inflated semen-storer. His baton went berserk as it stormed hot bolts
of jizz; overflowing for almost a minute, giving Brian time to put his
mouth in its ferocious path as he and Derek tasted the torrent.

The guys then sat in silence, satisfied grins on their faces as they drove
VJ home...