Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2001 19:18:12 -0400
From: Jon Royale <JRoyale@msn.com>
Subject: Young & Restless Men 13

Following is a work of sexually explicit homoerotic fiction based upon a
highly popular daytime drama in the USA (but you already knew that, didn't
you?).  The original (oh-so-straight) characters are the property of CPT
Holdings.  Only those who have reached the age of legal consent in their
area are permitted to view this adult material (got that, kiddies?  now get
outa here and leave this stuff to the studs).  Since you are all big boys
(some bigger than others), it is probably unnecessary to remind you this is
purely fiction and some of the practices described herein are not
recommended...at least not without a lot of caution.  Copyright of this
text is retained by the author (who loves hearing from his loyal readers,
so don't let him down this time).  This chapter marks the conclusion of a
five-parter featuring the character of Carter Mills (a.k.a. Matt Clark),
whose comeupance herein is hopefully more rewarding than his predictable
demise in a lamely constructed, juvenile-written and poorly acted (in my
humble opinion) televised storyline climax.  Now that I've gotten that off
my chest...

copyright (c) 2001 JRoyale

The telephone call he'd been expecting came shortly after closing time at
Crimson Lights, the trendy and highly successful coffee house frequented
primarily by the teen crowd in Genoa City, Wisconsin.  Nicholas Newman,
young owner of the establishment, had responded to another call earlier in
the day from a member of his staff regarding the mysterious absence of
usually dependable manager, Cody Dixon.  The handsome, pleasant young man
had never been tardy during his tenure as Newman's faithful employee.
Understandably concerned, Nicholas left his executive office at Newman
Enterprises, his tycoon father's thriving company, and drove out to the
garden apartment Cody kept on the outskirts of the city.  When his
persistent knocking and ringing of the door's buzzer yielded no response,
coupled with the observation of Cody's empty parking space, Nicholas headed
over to the coffee shop half expecting to find the man there.  Pulling his
red sports car into the lot, Nick breathed a sigh of relief when he saw
Cody's green VW parked in his reserved spot.  He was about to turn around
and head back to the office, not wanting to make an issue of the
dirty-blonde-haired stud's one-time faux pas, but an inexplicable nagging
concern dragged Nick out of his car and into the coffee house.

The early afternoon crowd was somewhat sparse as handsome Nick scanned the
room with a concerned frown.  The usual group of kids were scattered about,
either between classes or studying, sipping coffee and slurping up
smoothies.  He nodded at young Billy Abbott, who looked up from the
computer bank where he was working with a mischievous smile on his cute
teen face.  On any other day Nicholas would have stopped to chat and flirt
with the blond Abbott prince, but seeking out Cody was of utmost importance
at the moment.  The tall, dark-blond former linebacker was not behind the
service bar, nor did he appear to be anywhere else on the floor.  Perhaps,
Nicholas thought, he was working on the books in the small back office or
taking inventory in the storage room.  He was headed for the office when
Seth, the part-timer who had opened the shop and called to report Cody's
absence stopped him in mid stride.

"Jeez, Nick, I'm glad to see you here," the dark haired twenty-year-old
sighed heavily.  "My shift's about over and I'm really sorry, but I have an
important appointment across town."

Nick cocked his head to one side, his thick brows furrowing, "You mean Cody
still isn't here?  But his car's in the lot!"

"Yeah, I know," Seth replied.  "It was parked out there when I arrived this
morning.  I didn't mention that when I called you?  Sorry, it was just a
little crazy at the time and must've slipped my mind..."

"No, no, it's alright," Nick said softly, his mind racing for an answer to
the situation.  "I appreciate your taking charge here.  You can leave if
you have to.  I'll handle everything until Carter Mills reports for work."

"Are...are you sure Nick?" the guy pressed, sensing the concern in
Nicholas' puzzled attitude.  "I could probably cancel my appointment and
reschedule for some other time."

Nicholas slapped him on the back.  "No, really, you go ahead.  Thanks again
for everything, man."

Seth seemed unsure but took his boss' cue.  "Well, okay, if you say so.  I
sure hope everything is alright with Cody."  Gathering up his personal
belongings from behind the counter the young man headed out of the
establishment, leaving Nicholas behind to ponder the baffling mystery of
Cody's apparent disappearance.

This just wasn't like the Codester at all.  Nick had known the sandy-haired
guy from the time they were teens in high school, both of them sports
jocks.  Cody had always been highly dependable and totally likeable, so
much so that Nicholas never had a second thought in making him the coffee
house's chief manager when he opened the joint several years back.  The
good-looking young man was popular with the girls in school, but he hadn't
appeared to be involved in any romantic relationship since signing on with
the Newmans.  In fact, over the past several months Nick had cause to
wonder about Cody's sexual preferences.  There were many times at Crimson
Lights when Nicholas felt eyes burning through his clothes and pouring over
his hunky body, wheeling around just in time to catch Cody averting his
gaze. And then there was that time only a few weeks ago when they were
alone together in the close quarters of the stock room taking inventory and
Nick happened to look up from his log sheets to catch the other dude boldly
checking out his package.  Cody'd been a tad nervous when he realized he'd
been snagged, but the situation hadn't been repeated so Nick thought
nothing more of it.  If the good-looking hunk hadn't been his employee Nick
would happily have bent him over the counter and plugged his tight little
ass right there and then.  As it was, he went home with a raging hard-on
that night and made fast, furious love to his slightly astonished pretty
blond wife.  Perhaps last evening Cody had scored with a trick he'd met at
the coffee house; hell, if he was cock crazy there was certainly enough
manly material hanging about Crimson Lights at closing time.  The lucky guy
might have driven Code to his crib, banged the fuck out of him and then
wanted to keep the prize stud around for an all-day marathon.  But still,
Cody wouldn't have been so irresponsible as to ignore operation of Crimson
Lights---even if he was finally getting some hot dick.  He would have
called someone.

Which brought Nick right back to square one: where was Cody and why was his
vehicle abandoned in the parking lot?  He thought of calling on the police,
although insufficient time had passed to warrant the filing of an actual
missing person's report.  He could call his father, the powerful Victor
Newman, for advice but Victor had never been keen on Nicholas' investment
from the beginning and would consider unreliable employees another reason
to abandon the proposed coffee house franchise and return full time to
Newman Enterprises.  And wouldn't Nick feel foolish if, after he'd raised
the flag of alarm, Cody were to come bounding through the door with a
reasonable explanation and heartfelt apologizes, as Nick was sure he would
at any moment.

But as the minutes ticked into hours there was still no word from Cody.

Business peaked with the after-school crowd and then there was the added
rush from local business people stopping off after another arduous day at
the office before making their trek homeward.  Although Cody's plight was
never far from his thoughts, Nicholas' mind became so occupied with
servicing his customers that he failed to realize, until hours after the
fact, that Carter Mills hadn't reported for his shift.  Carter hadn't been
on the payroll for very long, but he'd made quite an impression on the
young Newmans, who were considering the dark-haired man for a management
position at their proposed Chicago site.  What in the world was going on,
Nick wondered as he ran a worried hand through his short, thick locks.  Two
of his most loyal and trusted employees were missing in action, and both of
them had closed the establishment last night.  Could some harm have
befallen them after locking the doors and heading to their vehicles?  But
Carter's beat-up old jalopy wasn't in the parking lot: only Cody's was.
Deciding he'd had enough of playing amateur sleuth, Nick turned toward the
phone to reach out for help when a familiar face came rushing through the
entrance doors.


It was Carter Mills!

"Boss!" he declared breathlessly, looking like he'd run a race.  "I'm real
sorry I'm so late!  Fell asleep....never set the alarm....car wouldn't
start....."

Nicholas waved him off.  "Don't sweat it, man.  I'm just glad as hell
you're finally here."

"Where's Cody?" Carter asked after looking around the room.  "Hope he's not
too pissed at me for leaving him here with all the work and all."

"Cody's not here," Nicholas replied pointedly.  "His car is still in the
lot from last night, he's not at home, he hasn't contacted the coffee house
all day and I'm getting more and more worried with each passing minute.
Didn't you guys leave at about the same time last night?  Did he maybe
leave with someone else?  Did he say anything...anything at all to you
which could explain this?"

Carter looked thoughtful, playing his role to the hilt.  "No, there was
nothing special about last night that I remember.  We were kind of slow so
Cody let me go home about a half hour early; he said he'd close up.  There
were still a couple of people here---regulars.  But, no, nothing out of the
ordinary.  Where do you think he is?"

Nick opened his mouth to reply, but the sudden chirping of his cell phone
interrupted the moment.  As Nicholas dug into his pocket for the phone both
men looked at each other expectantly, wondering if the caller might be the
missing Cody.  Of course, Carter knew damned well that Nicholas was in for
a major disappointment, but he played along with his convincing act.  It
was still a couple of hours too early for the all-important "Cody call" to
be placed.

Carter had a drugged Cody holed up in an abandoned warehouse on the
outskirts of "Shacktown", the old Genoa City, with sleazy ex-convict Larry
Warton as his lascivious babysitter.  It was all part of his ages-old plan
to exact revenge upon Nicholas Newman for destroying his life and turning
him into a fugitive from the law.  Of course, Carter had ruined his own
future, but he certainly didn't see it that way.  In his true identity as
wise-ass, high school jock Matt Clark he had lusted after Nicholas'
girl-friend, the fair Sharon, who spurned his amorous advances.  Unable to
accept rejection, Matt brutally raped the gorgeous blond babe.  Things took
a fateful twist when Matt's own girl, wacky Amy (that stupid bitch, he
thought now to himself) found out what he'd done and shot him with his own
gun.  Forever the conniver, sicko Matt turned the tables and marked
Nicholas as his assailant.  Rich-boy Nickie served some time in the county
jail, where he became eye candy for horny jailbird Larry Warton, until Amy
came forward and spilled the beans.  Matt quickly took a powder, spending
the past few years on the lam with nothing to do but plot his return to
Genoa City.  His dark, good looks belied the evil within Matt Clark's
always calculating mind.  He'd gone so far as to spend nearly every last
penny on extensive plastic surgery to radically alter his physical
appearance, allowing him to walk amongst the residents of Genoa
unrecognized.  Everyone accepted new guy in town "Carter", practically
handing him the keys to the city.  Sharon's mother was the only one who
made him a bit nervous.  The wheelchair-bound bitch was always looking deep
into his eyes with a quizzical expression on her face---as if she were on
the verge of recognition.  Carter/Matt wisely avoided the woman whenever
she stopped by the coffee house.

Thus far his plans had fallen neatly into place.  He'd procured the
services of Warton, whose muscle-mass was larger than his IQ, believing
Larry had a grudge against the Newman family.  (What he didn't know was
that Warton and Nicholas had settled their differences last year between
the sheets out at the City Line Motel.)  And then there was dear, sweet
Cody, who'd impressed Carter/Matt with his expert cocksucking and an
endless libido.  The secret toilet tramp became instantly addicted to
Carter's eight-and-a-half inches of manmeat, taking it down his throat and
up his bottomless hole like a paid whore.  Cody was damned good, that was
for sure, and under other circumstances Carter might have given up women
and spent the rest of his life banging the cute studpup, but he was overly
consumed with twisted thoughts of perverse vengeance.  Even Cody's
over-abundant ball-busting talents couldn't sway him.

After their first memorable time Carter purposely held out on Cody, pleased
by his former school mate's obvious withdrawal symptoms from Carter-cock.
Cody walked around with the saddest puppy dog eyes, practically begging
Carter to unzip his fly and let him have another go at that big, fat hog.
Last night, on the eve of implementation of Carter's master plan, the tall,
lanky slut got his wish---and much, much more.  Carter took him out onto
the lonely freeway and went for a thrill seeking joy-ride with Cody
sloppily sucking him dry behind the wheel.  He'd nearly crashed the car
when Cody brought him off with that delectable tongue of his that seemed to
tease nerves a man never knew he possessed.  They had then driven to the
run-down section of town, where Carter picked up a sleazy hustler with a
mega-sized dick and watched as the dirty whore fucked Cody senseless in the
back seat.  And then, just as he was about to take the insatiable stud to
their rendezvous with Warton, they were accosted by three black street
thugs, who dragged Cody into a back alley and stuffed him full of dark
muscle.  By the time Carter deposited Cody at Warton's feet the sweaty stud
had been royally fucked over---but Carter was certain that wouldn't deter
big Larry.  If there was anybody who was half as much a sicko as himself it
had to be Larry Warton!  Carter left the warehouse for some much-needed
rest in anticipation of the evening ahead, confident that muscle-brain
Larry would use and abuse slutty Cody to his cock's content.

Nicholas was speaking with his wife, the lovely Sharon, on the phone.  Not
wanting to alarm her unnecessarily, Nick neglected to mention Cody's
disappearance, merely alluding to the fact that there had been some trouble
at the coffee house that required his attention.  Sharon offered to come
down to help out, but Nick assured her he could handle things from this
end.  Carter visibly grimaced.  It would have been great if he'd gotten
both Newmans down to the warehouse at the same time.  He could have fucked
Sharon's perfumed pussy right there in front of her shackled husband.  As
rich boy was madly thrashing against his restraints, cursing Carter for
violating his wife, Carter/Matt would have slammed his pussy-slickened pole
up into Nicholas' virgin poop-chute, enjoying the Newman heir's deep
screams of pain as Carter vengefully plowed his guts.  The thought of
raping both Newmans simultaneously caused his excited cock to noticeably
stiffen in his pants.

The next several hours seemed to drag by interminably slow.  Nick kept a
watchful eye on the entrance door, hopeful every time it opened to admit
another patron.  Carter chuckled as he observed the battle wearing on
Newman's conscience: should he or shouldn't he report the matter to the
local authorities.  All along Carter had wagered that Nicholas would be too
head-strong to involve the police, and it appeared that his curious insight
was dead on.  If Cody hadn't shown up tomorrow, Nick would definitely have
made a move---but the situation wasn't going to get that far.  Tonight all
things would be resolved and Matt Clark would, for once, surface
victorious!

The telephone call Nick had been anticipating came shortly after closing.
He was absently wiping down table tops while Carter ran a mop over the tile
floor when the low tone startled him out of his thoughts.  For a moment he
forgot where he'd placed his cell phone, but quickly traced the ringing to
the service counter top.  As Nick picked up the phone, Carter breathed a
sigh of relief.  He'd been nervously watching the clock, anxious for the
fateful call to be placed and fearful that Larry Warton would screw things
up.  But it looked as though the big lug had come through for Carter at
this most crucial move of his game.

"Hello?" Nick spoke into the phone.  There was silence at first.  And
then---the sound of heavy, labored breathing.

"Ni-Nick?"

"CODY!" Nicholas nearly jumped through the phone.  "WHERE ARE YOU?  WHERE
HAVE YOU BEEN?  WE'VE BEEN SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU, MAN!"

On the other side of town in an old abandoned warehouse, nude Cody Dixon
was sprawled belly down over a tangled pile of piss and cum drenched
bedding.  He'd been royally fucked into exhaustion over the past
twenty-four hours, first by Bud the whore, then by fat-dicked black Tyrone
and finally---and repeatedly---by jailbird Larry Warton.  No longer
conscious of time or place, Cody was aware of a dull ache coming from his
raw nipples, which were still held captive in the steely jaws of those evil
clamps.  The bruised flesh surrounding his swollen nubs was caked with
dried blood, drawn by the sharp teeth piercing his sensitive skin.  Larry's
cat-o-nine-tails had formed a haphazard criss-cross of raised red welts
across his long, tapered back and rounded butt cheeks.  His used and abused
asshole hung obscenely open, a constant flow of mancum pouring from the
orifice.  But Cody couldn't feel it: he was numb down there.  Larry had
used his hole for experimentation, shoving anything he could get his hands
on up there---and Cody had taken it like a trouper.  He'd lost
consciousness after ten minutes of being literally screwed by Warton's
drilldo (a big fat dildo attached to a drill bit) cranked up to the highest
blurring speed and then again, later, when Larry's muscular tattooed arm
fisted him almost up to the man's hairy pit.  That was the last thing he
remembered until he'd been awakened and coached on what he was to say to
his boss when Larry placed the call to Crimson Lights using a stolen cell
phone.  Fatigued beyond imagination, all he wanted to do was slip back into
dreamworld, but the ugly look on Warton's face and the threatening baseball
bat he clutched menacingly in his hand forced Cody's cooperation.

"CODY!  ARE YOU THERE?"

The voice on the other came slowly and with great difficulty.  "Please,
Nick.  Please come for me."

"Where, Cody?  Tell me where you are!"  Carter tossed a pad and pen at
Nick, who scribbled down an address.  "Okay, Cody, you hang tight and I'll
be there as quickly as possible.  Just tell me, dude, are you alright?"

But the connection had been broken.

Nicholas was up in a flash, grabbing his keys and heading for the door with
Carter close at his heel.

"Boss, I saw the address you wrote down.  That's a bad section of town,
man.  I can't imagine what Cody would be doing around there.  Please, let
me go with you for backup," Carter offered.

"Okay, Carter, thanks!"  Nick said, slapping the other man affectionately
on his shoulder.  "We'll take my car!  Let's go!"

Carter rather enjoyed the ride out of Genoa City proper in Nick's souped-up
red sports car.  It was damned fine to cruise in the lap of luxury for
awhile.  He knew that when he drove that same car up to the Newman cottage
a few hours from now, Sharon would come rushing out of the house to greet
her hard-working hubby---but she would be in for the surprise of her life!
It wouldn't be saintly Nicky stepping out of that car, nor would it be
sweet Carter.  Instead, Sharon would once again, after all these years, be
confronted by Matt Clark in all his viciousness!  He would slap her around
a little, not drawing any blood, but leaving his mark on her heretofore
unblemished, saintly face, before he ripped off her clothes and tied her
hands and feet to the bedposts.  And then, with Sharon thrashing about on
the bed, he would do things with her tight little body she'd never even
imagined---things he was certain pretty-boy Nick was incapable of.  He
would fill her hot little clam and candy-perfect mouth with his seed over
and again throughout the night.  And when they later found her abused body,
his essence would still be leaking from her ravaged snatch, crusting the
insides of her creamy thighs.  Matt Clark's revenge would be complete!

"What the hell is Cody doing down in this part of town?"  Nick's voice
brought him out of his evil fantasy.  They had ventured onto the craggy
main street running down the center of what once had been downtown Genoa
City.  Nicholas looked disgustedly from side to side at the decay and
shoddiness of the thoroughfare.  His expensive sports car received more
than a few looks from the few roaming hookers and drug dealers hidden in
vacant, shadowed doorways along the poorly lit street.  He was grateful to
see the leaning street sign Cody had mentioned and turned off the main
drag, heading in the direction of the town's former industrial area.

Carter/Matt fought hard to hide the smirk on his face as he observed
Nicholas with cautious, sidelong glances.  Spoiled rich boy was getting a
first hand look at how the other half lived---and it didn't appear as if he
approved.  Tonight promised to be a gut-wrencher on many different levels
for the handsome Newman heir, with his old enemy Matt Clark delivering each
well-placed punch.  After all the years of plotting, Matt was within
moments of achieving his ultimate reward.  Adrenaline pounded madly through
his lean, lanky body as they neared the warehouse where captive Cody
awaited his knight in shining armor to rescue him from the evil Larry
Warton.  Actually, according to plan, Warton should have drugged Cody with
another powdered capsule and been long gone by now.  Matt was mildly
curious to see what that sick ex-con had done with cocksucker Cody all day.
But, more importantly, he could hardly wait for Nick's reaction.  The rich
boy would have a shocking momentary inkling of what lay in store for him.

Nicholas spotted the big, dilapidated building and gingerly swung his car
into the adjoining, weed-covered lot.  Bold headlights splashed against the
crumbling cement walls and broken window panes as he brought the vehicle to
a complete stop.  Leaning over the steering wheel with the car idling in
park, Nicholas' frightened eyes scanned the vacant building and the
surrounding area for some sign of activity.

"I don't know about this, Nick," Carter spoke purposefully.  "There doesn't
look like there's anybody around here.  Maybe we should turn around and let
the police handle this."

"Absolutely not.  You didn't hear Cody's voice.  There was something...I
don't know...desperate in his tone.  He said this is where he'd be and I'm
not leaving until we check it out.  Now are you coming with me or not?"  He
had turned off the ignition and his hand was on the door knob.

"I'm right behind you, boss," Carter chirped up.  Nick reached over between
Carter's legs, his arm resting on the other man's hard thigh, flipped open
the glove compartment and extracted his trusted, heavy duty flashlight.
Both men stepped out of the car into the intimidating darkness.

As Nick washed the steady flashlight beam over the facade of the old
building, Carter suddenly shouted out, "Look" and pointed to an open
doorway on one side of the wall.  Glancing at each other with a hint of
trepidation, broad shoulder to broad shoulder they approached the darkly
shadowed entrance.  Swallowing hard, Nicholas paused momentarily at the
threshhold and then stepped into the musty darkness with Carter following
close behind him.  Carter could almost smell Nick's fear as they stood in
the hollowed cavern of the old, empty warehouse.  His up-until-now dormant
prick lengthened along his hairy thigh with an anticipatory thrill.

Nick played his light around the spooky interior of the place, lingering
briefly on fetid pools of rainwater, smashed windows set high up on the
molded walls and yawning gaps in the corroded roof.  A musty stench
assailed his nostrils and a damp chill crept up his spine like icy
phantom's fingers, causing him to noticeably shiver.  The crumbling
structure appeared to be quite deserted; Cody was no where in sight.  He
was about to turn and head for the door when a flickering light far off in
a distant corner of the building caught his eye.  One big hand reached
across his expansive chest to touch Carter's arm and point in the direction
of the mysterious light.  Carter silently nodded and they proceeded to
cautiously advance through the eerie chamber toward the orange glow.

The hairs at the back of Nicholas' shapely neck were standing on end as
they neared the spot.  The illumination appeared to be coming from a series
of candles set up in a curious haphazard semi-circle in an area behind a
low pile of rotting boxes, obscuring any further view.  He squinted his
deep-set blue eyes, attempting to assess the situation up ahead before they
blindly walked into danger.  So intent was he that he failed to notice the
length of chain dangling from the ceiling directly in his path.  As the
rusted links brushed against his face, Nicholas jumped and uttered a
startled cry, dropping his flashlight to the cold, cement floor.  The
illuminating bulb shattered instantly, leaving them with only the
candlelight up ahead to guide their way.  Carter's strong hands came up to
grasp Nicholas by the shoulders, steadying the other man.  With small,
almost silent steps they continued on, making their way around the
obtrusive boxes and coming into clear sight of the ritualistic altar.

Nicholas' gasp reverberated throughout the shelled-out hull!  Cody lay
nude, spread-eagled and unconscious in the center of the flickering
candles!  His face was turned to one side, resting on his folded muscular
arms, drool freely flowing from the corner of his mouth.  The hair on his
head was sopping wet and matted against his scalp.  There were ugly raised
welts over the flawed skin of his wide, tapered back and jutting, bubbled
buttocks.  Scarcely daring to breath as he crept in closer, Nicholas halted
dead in his tracks, wide-eyed, when he finally saw it!  Cody's bruised,
athletic thighs were spread widely apart and the last few remaining inches
of the handle of a Louisville Slugger were protruding from his oozing
asshole!!!

"OH MY----!"  It was all Nicholas was able to utter before a hand clamped
over his mouth.  Stunned, he attempted to fend off his attacker, but the
chloroformed cloth held in that strong hand rendered him powerless.  In
less than a few seconds his body went limp and he slipped into a blackness
darker than his foreboding surroundings.  Matt Clark chuckled evily as he
tossed the drugged cloth aside and stooped down to take hold of Nick by the
ankles, dragging his unconscious body across the dirty, damp floor to a
spot near Cody.

And then he prepared his victim.

The first thing Nicholas noticed upon "coming to" was the acrid taste of
the gag which had been crudely shoved into his mouth.  He lay buck naked
over some sort of makeshift hammock---a square of blanket holding him from
broad shoulders to tapered lower back---suspended approximately three feet
above the damp concrete floor at all four corners by lengths of corroded
chain dangling from the rafters of the old building.  Additional lengths of
rusted linkage, once used to hoist heavy machinery, were securely attached
to the Newman pup's ankles, pulling those muscular legs in and holding them
widely apart.  Flexing nicely shaped biceps, he strained against the bonds
attaching his wrists to the chains rising upward into the darkness from the
back of his "bed", but all his effort served to do was rock the apparatus.
He was virtually immobilized in the hastily devised "sling".

Lifting his unsupported head, Nicholas looked over heaving, twin mounds of
hard, smooth pectoral muscle and between the V-like opening of his meaty
thighs.  Carter Mills was immediately within his sight, stark-ass naked and
seated on the small of Cody's back on the floor.  Nicholas strained his
neck for a better view.  Carter was roughly rubbing his hands over the
young man's abused, reddened butt cheeks and grinned lecherously as he
connected with Nick's awakened eyes.  Raising one big hand, he brought it
down hard on Cody's welted ass, followed quickly by the other.  He slapped
the living daylights out of the lounging studpup, but still Cody failed to
rise from his sex-induced sleep.  Nicholas winced at the imprints Carter's
strong hands were leaving on Cody's already marked ass; he was showing the
poor guy no mercy.  Winking at Nick, he firmly took the baseball bat's
handle in both hands and began to pump it.  A frail whimper issued from
Cody's salivating lips as the thick bat plowed around inside his guts.
Making a fist Carter hammered on the end a few times for effect, driving
the weapon impossibly deeper, before coming off Cody's body and approaching
his other captive stud.

"Not to worry, Nick.  It might not look it, but Cody's really alright.
You'd be surprised at the things that little cock whore is capable of," he
announced with a maniacal gleam in his dark eyes.  "I don't think I've even
begun to tap his true potential--- getting to know him as well as I have
over the past few months."

Nick was dumbfounded.  So Carter and Cody had been lovers right under his
nose and he'd known nothing about it!  Maybe, he thought, when Cody
realized he was getting nowhere in his seduction of Nick he had turned to
the other, more available hunk at Crimson Lights.  For the first time,
Nicholas took the opportunity to brazenly appraise his competition for
coffee house studdom.  Carter was a good looker, that was for certain, but
in an entirely different way than Newman.  He had a rugged, somewhat rough
look about him, accentuated by deep-set hazelnut eyes and a Marlboro Man's
five-o-clock-shadow along his strong, stern jaw line.  His thick, wavy hair
was short at the back and sides and longer on top, the dark locks falling
down haphazardly over his proud forehead.  He had the body of a champion
kickboxer, not overly muscled, but trim and tight with nicely developed
pecs and a firm, flat belly.  Letting his gaze wander lower, Nicholas' big
eyes glazed when he caught a glimpse of the rock-hard eight-and-a-half
inches rising from Carter's dense pubic patch and the nice set of juicy
balls dangling beneath.

At the same time, Carter was checking out Nicholas' abundant attributes.
The rich boy had certainly beefed up a little since they'd attended school
together.  Carter remembered the broad, linebacker shoulders and the
hairless torso, but Nick had developed a wide, chiseled chest and perfectly
sculpted pectorals dotted with juicy-looking brown nipples.  He'd always
had tight abdominals, but they were now ridged with intricate cuts and
precision.  Thick, well-muscled runner's legs were dusted with down the
color of the ash brown, recently cropped, short hair on his head.  Thick
brows were drawn straight across his forehead in a sultry frown, full ripe
lips pursed tightly together and wide nostrils flaring widely as his
deep-set, dark-blue eyes played over Carter's body.  The heavy piece of
manmeat lying across the Newman stud's lower belly was almost as big soft
as Carter's was hard, and from the way it was stirring there was little
doubt its true dimensions were soon to be made known.  Just like Newman,
Carter/Matt thought, to best him in the cock department.  Little wonder
Sharon Newman never wandered far from home with such a killer piece hanging
between her husband's legs, ready and able to take care of her every
womanly desire.  Carter/Matt would have to take care of that!

Carter took hold of the chains attached to the base of the makeshift
platform just under Nicholas' splayed-open thighs and leaned in slightly.
His big, hard prick rested in the split of Newman's lightly fuzzed ass
cheeks.  Intensely staring at the bound and gagged stud, Carter moved his
slim hips, gliding the thick length of manmeat along Nick's lewdly exposed
shit trench.

"You have any idea why I brought you here, Newman?  Any idea what this is
all about?" he asked cockily.  "I've been planning this for a
lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng time, bro; longer than you can imagine.  My days
and night have been filled with the expectation of having you defenseless
and at my mercy, just like now.  It was never Cody I wanted---it always was
YOU!  That's right, Newman.  I'M GONNA FUCK YOU!  I'm gonna ram my fat dick
up your virgin Newman ass and tear you a new shit hole!  I'm gonna rape
that pretty-boy-butt until you plead with me to stop---and when you do, I'm
gonna pound you even harder!"  Carter's snarling shaft seemed to be
expanding even larger as he spoke, his dark eyes nearly black with hatred
and vengeance.  "And when I'm ready to shoot, my load is gonna up fill your
Newman guts just as if you were some sleazy whore bitch I picked up at a
two-bit bar.

"But first," he went on, coming around the makeshift harness, "first you
are going to suck my cock!  I want to see those thick rich boy lips that
kiss your pretty wife wrapped around my dick!  And watch those teeth,
motherfucker, 'cause if you draw any blood...well, just remember who is the
one all tied up.  Let's see if we can make a cocksucker out of you!"

Clutching a handful of Nicholas' hair, Carter pulled his head backwards.
He crouched down so that his sneering face was close to the other man.
"Are you liking that gag in your rich boy mouth?  You know what it is?
It's my jock strap...been wearing it for three days.  Taste the juice...I
pissed it just before I shoved it in your fuckin' face hole, Newman!"
Reflexively, Nick sucked at the saturated cloth in his mouth, tasting
Carter's spent urine.  And then the jock was roughly yanked out and
replaced by Carter's throbbing sextool.

"CART---" was all he had a chance to say before the huge dong entered him
with a pounding force.  He had wanted to tell Carter that all this
subterfuge was unnecessary.  He was more than willing to deter from his
employer/employee "no touch" policy after having observing the ultra-butch,
manly stud in the buff.  Carter looked like he knew how to throw a good
fuck, and Nicky boy was ready to take it.  But it appeared that Carter was
determined to play out his elaborate "rape-the-boss fetish", so Nick
figured he might as well go along with it and enjoy the fantasy.  He played
the part of victim, pretending muffled protests around the fat meat and
jerking his head from side to side, which only served to lodge the
pistoning prick deeper into his oral cavity.  Carter fed him over half of
his thick, cut cock, forcing Nicholas to suck on his dick.  Newman's tongue
had nowhere to go, so it was forced to slide back and forth over the veiny
length of the intrusive battering ram.  The fat, bulbous head was waging
war with his tonsils and leaking like a loose tap, dripping dick honey onto
his strong mouth muscle.  Pre-cum paved the way for the wriggling, slippery
eel, which pushed its way to the back of Nicholas' throat and plunged.
Carter figured Nick had hollered out and that's what helped to widen his
throat, allowing a ball's deep face-fuck when, in fact, Nick's actions had
been deliberate.  He wanted every inch of Carter's manly meat coursing over
his palate and filling his throat!

Carter shoved his fat hog in and out of Newman's mouth, showing little care
for any discomfot he might be causing.  The ridges along the roof of Nick's
mouth felt extremely erotic against the underside of his thick prick.  Each
time he filled the other man's mouth with cock he hesitated, grinding his
tangled bush against Nick's creamy face and letting his huge balls
temporarily blind the guy.  When Nick began to gulp for air it felt so
goddamned good on the head of his prick, buried down deep, that he let it
suffocate the stud for a little while before pulling almost---but not all
the way---out.  He gallantly allowed Nick a quick gasp of air before he
plugged him again---and again.  His sweaty balls were brutally banging
against Nick's forehead and threatening to blacken his eyes!

Hunched over the handsome stud's body, Carter grabbed handfuls of hard,
hairless pec, roughly kneading, slapping and punching the muscled flesh.
He savagely twisted the hardened nubs in the vice-like grip of his big
fingers, mercilessly pulling and pinching Nick's pointed tits.  Nicholas'
hard body undulated on the sling and he started groaning around the big fat
cock shoved way down his throat.  Carter couldn't be quite sure, but the
sex moans coming from the Newman heir didn't sound like those of a
force-fed straight cocksucker.  Nick's cock was growing bigger by the
second, swelling with young blood and beautifully arcing out from his
loins.  Carter pressed his sweaty palms up and down Nicholas' rippled
torso, feeling the hills and valleys of his well-worked abdominal wall.
Sliding his fingers through the dark tangle of the rich stud's pubic pelt,
Carter surrounded the formidable hunk of meat.  His hands were formed in a
sleazy triangle, joined thumbs pressed against the front of Nick's rising
weapon while the other eight digits lewdly massaged the soft area under his
hefty balls.  Choking the base of Newman's thick cock in one tightened
fist, he excitedly watched the fully erect, ten-inch man-monster slowly
turn an angry shade of purple.  Its heavy veins bulged to the surface as it
was strangled in the grasp of Carter Mills/Matt Clark.  Just when Carter
thought the bloated sausage would explode in his grasp, he backhanded the
mushroomed head with his free hand and felt Nicholas' prone body jump
beneath him.  He continued to roughly slap the engorged helmet back and
forth until the wide piss slit pulsed open and a dewy pearl of pre-cum
moistened the abused cockhead.  Grinning evily, Carter released the Newman
cock and reached lower between the man's parted thighs until his probing
fingers located the exposed wrinkled raisin located dead-center between his
smooth, hard melons.  Carter poked at the quivering asslips with the middle
finger of both hands, spreading them wider and wider until he'd buried his
wriggling digits down to the second knuckle.  Nick was bucking his fine ass
up against Carter, who repeatedly dipped into the moist crack, prodding and
stretching what he believed to be cherry territory.  Two more fingers
squirmed into his damp cleft, hooked around his ass-mouth and obscenely
yanked the hole open.  Carter spat down into the yawning cavern and moved
his invading digits faster, jamming them in and out---finger-fucking the
straight married stud!

All the while, Carter continued to impale Nicholas with his
eight-and-a-half inches, but the sucking stud didn't seem to be
complaining.  His tongue sensuously slithered along the length of hardened
flesh as he stretched his jaws widely to envelop Carter's hugeness.  The
big, tasty dickhead repeatedly squeezed into the tightness of his throat
while Carter's bawdy ball-bag banged against Nicholas' forehead.  The
coarse hairs of his brillo-bush ground against Newman's squared chin each
time he sunk all the way into the saliva-slicked face-hole.  Carter plunged
his stiffer in and out of Nick's violated man-mouth, pleased that Sharon's
husband was following his command and sucking his joint for all it was
worth.  Nicholas was secretly having a blast being man-handled by his
second-in-command coffee house employee.  It was getting kind of hard for
him to keep up the charade of quasi-rape which Carter seemed to enjoy; he
wanted the hot stud to release the restrictive bonds and let him really get
his hands all over Mills' manly body.  Burying his nose in the musky cleft
of man-sized balls while Carter's cock pulsed far down in his throat,
Nicholas breathed in the intoxicating aroma of a man in desperate heat.
When he withdrew the giant weapon, Nick locked his thick lips around the
flared ridge, sucking and licking up all the free-flowing dick drool until
it speared his throat again---and again---and again.  The fucking cock
seemed to shove deeper and deeper into his willing face, depositing loads
of pre-cum all over Newman's taste buds.  Throat walls stretched beyond
their limit, Nick grunted with each hard thrust from Carter, his cheeks
puffed out from being so overly cock-stuffed.

In the midst of their heated passion, Carter unexpectedly yanked his wet,
throbbing member from Nick's overworked mouth and turned away from the
panting tomcat.  Nick was afforded an upside-down rear view of the macho
stud, which proved to be every bit as appetizing as the rest of him.
Carter had one of those long, almost-flat, super-tight asses, split by a
trail of dark hair running between his clenched buns from lower back to the
base of his ballsac.  Nicholas smacked his full, luscious lips expectantly
as he watched Carter reach behind to spread those smooth, trim
cheeks---flaunting his pink winking hole.

Squatting succulent buttocks back against Nick's face, Carter brusquely
ordered him, "EAT MY HOLE, NEWMAN!  AND NO CANDY-ASS SHIT!  I WANNA FEEL
YOUR MILLION DOLLAR TONGUE ALL THE WAY UP IN THAT HOT, STINKY MAN HOLE!
NOW MOVE IT!"

Carter had barely finished issuing his command when he felt thick, wet
tongue swiping along his shit ditch.  Nicholas licked between the sweet
mounds of his ass, inhaling the secret essence of Carter Mills.  Carter
began to wonder if the Newman lad was part dog the way his long, hungry
tongue lapped up and down the sweaty valley of his butt cheeks.  After
sufficiently drowning the tangy cleft with spittle, Nick centered on the
dude's tasty bud.  He poked at it with the tip of his tongue, probing
between the wrinkled folds of elasticized skin until he finally managed to
plow through the rubber-band ring.  Throwing back his head, Carter muttered
an "Ewwwwwwwwwww, yeah!!!!" as he felt Newman's swollen tongue excavate the
slimy inner walls of his heated shitter.  Nick worked the pucker with miles
of tongue---rimming, ramming, screwing and thrusting deep inside the other
man.  Carter moved his ass around on the long tongue digging itself around
up inside his steaming rectum.  Nicholas just kept burrowing away in the
man's ass with his throbbing little mouth-muscle---driving Carter wild with
wanton delight!  He grabbed ahold of his leaking prick and began to
furiously stroke it up and down.  How sweetly his revenge was progressing:
plopping his grimy man-ass on royal prince Newman's face and forcing him to
eat hole.  And the captive stud didn't seem to be putting up too much of a
protest!  He figured Nicky boy must realize Carter had him, quite
literally, by the short hairs and there was nothing else he could do but
obey.  Carter was so obsessed with his carefully plotted revenge that he
couldn't see how thoroughly Nicholas was enjoying chowing down in Carter's
most intimate place.

Prying his spit-slicked ass off of Nicholas' flicking tongue, Carter turned
and squatted low on his haunches, his leering face only inches from Nick's.
Holding the husky stud under the jaw line with one hand, he roughly rubbed
the other across the ass eater's wet mouth, smearing his butt juices all
over Nicholas' handsome face.  Nick's lush, full lips parted to speak, but
Carter silenced him with a handful of thick fingers.  Crudely working them
around inside Newman's oral cavity, he was pleasantly surprised when Nick
began sucking on his four long digits, slithering his hot tongue over the
knotted knuckles.  Removing his hand, Carter grasped a fistful of hair and
covered the other man's mouth with his own.  But this was not meant to be a
sensual, passionate kiss.  Instead, Carter's frenzied mouth mashed against
Nicholas', his lips bruising those of the writhing, captive stud.  He
shoved his swollen tongue against the back of Nick's throat and seemed to
want to suck the life right out of him.  The manly "kiss" didn't last very
long; Carter abruptly pulled back and then spat full into Nick's open
mouth.

He rose, taking the time to slap his hardened fleshpole against both sides
of Nick's face and run his leaking dickhead over sexy, bee-stung lips.
Nicholas stretched his jaws, ready for more cock sucking, but Carter was
already moving away.  The tall, tightly-built dark-haired man moved through
the candle's glow to position himself between the forced V of Nick's meaty,
muscular thighs.  Briefly fisting his dick, he pressed the fleshy head down
into Nick's splayed-open crack and rubbed it over his puckered hole.  Clear
dick honey coated Nicholas' spanking-clean shitter and formed tiny beads in
the fine hairs along his deep crack.

"You know what I'm gonna do....what I've been planning to do for years?"
Carter's thick brows rose and fell suggestively and there was a maddening
gleam in his dark eyes.  "I'm gonna FUCK you, Newman.  I'm gonna tear up
that pristine little hole of yours!"  He made "fuck" should like the most
vile act in the world when, in actuality, Nick was ripe and ready for the
assault.  Bring it on, he wanted to shout, but wisely kept his lips sealed
allowing Carter to play out the seduction in his own twisted way.  Had he
not been so horned up and ready to screw, Nicholas might have questioned
Carter's last statement.  They'd only known each other a few months, so how
could Carter have wanted to fuck him for years?

Carter pressed the bulging head of his cock against the wetness of
Nicholas' tight knot and easily slid it in.  His long thickness stood out
in front of him, plugged into the other man---its fat helmet gripped on the
underside by the rubbery rim of Nicholas' manly hole.  Holding his missile
by the base, Carter guided inch after bloated inch of himself deeper and
deeper into the steamy warmth of Nicholas' body.  He entered slowly,
savoring the wicked sight of his rigid meat disappearing into the spread
cheeks of his arch-enemy.  Nicholas had sucked his lower lip into his mouth
and was sexily gnawing at it as he watched the dark-haired man impale him.
He groaned loud enough to wake poor Cody when the thick cock burrowed its
way far up into his belly and Carter's tangled pubic hairs brushed against
his exposed flesh.  Sneering maniacally, Carter ground his knob inside the
straight snob before pulling back slowly.  Hesitating briefly to allow
Nicholas' tight assring to grip around the ridge of his still-buried
cockhead, Carter plunged forward with more determination this time.  His
strong upper thighs slapped against Newman's buttocks as he bottomed out
once again, eliciting another groan from the ravaged coffeehouse
entrepreneur.  Hands planted comfortably on his own slim hips, Carter
pulled back, then drove forward---quicker with each thrust.  Nicky-boy's
love tunnel was slick from all the pre-cum bubbling up and out of Mills'
bludgeoning tool, making for a wet and wild fuck.  Carter was so very
elated, high on his successful domination over the Newman brat, that he
barely noticed the fucked-more-than-once-before looseness of Nick's sloshy
chasm or the lack of resistance from the shagged hunk.

Carter was pumping him rapidly now with short, stabbing strokes.  Nicholas'
asshole was tingling with excitement as the big, fat cockhead relentlessly
pounded into him, stretching his hole wide.  The cock was twisting and
turning inside of him, shocking his sensitive prostate with each thrust.
Nick could feel the big thing throbbing against the mushy membranes of his
rectum as horny blood pounded through its raised veins.  When Carter rammed
it to the hilt again, Nicholas squeezed the entire length with his
well-trained ass muscles and bucked his hips up against the other man as
much as he could in the restraining sling.  His gargantuan ten incher was
rock hard and bobbing crazily, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum all over
his washboard abs and begging for some attention.

Carter had to admit that it felt awful fuckin' good inside of Newman's
manhole.  It wasn't just the crazed thrill of raping the rich stud that had
his dick in a such a state of unexpected glory.  Nicholas' hole was unlike
any cherry he'd popped before.  At one instant it seemed to be gripping his
pistoning rod tightly and the next it loosened just enough to feel like
some sort of wet and hot crushed-velvet glove.  Newman's hole was every bit
as fuckingly fantastic as Cody's had been...better still than any of the
pussy he'd ever screwed...better than Newman's own wife!  Every time he
crammed his piece all the way in and held it there for a beat it felt as
though Nicholas' ass squeezed around his huge erection and was milking it
from the inside.  His swollen cockhead twitched way up inside the other
guy's guts as Nicholas' stretched assring gripped around the base of his
cock like he didn't want to let it go.  Nick's eyelids were fluttering at
half-mast, but Carter clearly detected the raw passion in his steely blue
orbs as he continued to ream the macho stud's pleasure chute.

"Seems to me you're likin' this way too much, Newman," Carter panted
between clenched teeth, perspiration beginning to drip from his brow, his
hot poker failing to miss a single beat.  "You're obviously no stranger to
dick, although I doubt your sexy blond wife knows about her husband's hot
fuckin' ass.  I'll be sure to tell her about it when I go over to your
place later tonight."

"Leave Sharon out of this," Nick managed between moans and groans of
masculine delight.  "This is about you and me, Carter.  Man taking care of
man!  Now shut up about my wife and keep fucking me, stud!"

Carter stuffed him ball's deep, allowing both of them a short rest, while
he threw back his head and bellowed maniacal laughter.  Something about the
other man's demeanor sent a cold chill up Nicholas' spine and brought a
concerned frown to his handsome face.  Carter was holding onto the rusted
chains again, pushing the sling away from him and then pulling it back,
watching Nick's crack hairs tickle along his shaft as he was repeatedly
impaled on the stiff wand.

"Man, Newman, you are certainly one dumb fuck!  I've gone through all this
trouble and you still don't get it, do you?"  He shook his head and clucked
his tongue mockingly.  "Well, sit back and relax while I tell you a little
story."

"Carter, I don't know what this is all about," Nick said slowly, suddenly
not so sure he was having fun any more, even though the hot cock he was
riding felt awful damned good.  "But you're beginning to scare me a little.
I think you'd better untie me now."  But the standing man just laughed
again.  There was something frightening in his eyes....something
frighteningly familiar.

"Ahhhhhhh, now you're getting the idea!  This was never supposed to be
enjoyable---how was I to know what a great fuck you would turn out to be?"
Carter rocked the cradle once again, quite enjoying the nervous tightness
in Nicholas' shitter.  "When I returned to Genoa City and got that shitty
job out at your coffee shop I knew all along this is how it would end up.
I wanted you naked and vulnerable so that I could force fuck you and fill
your rich-boy body with my cum load.  Cody was my decoy.  Actually, I think
up until I came along it was you he wanted plowing his ass...and what a hot
little ass he has!  Just ask three quarters of the males within a fifty
mile radius of this dump!  Your coffee house manager is quite the whore."
He was staring off into space, reliving the events which had brought him to
this point, and continuing to push the "swing" which allowed his dick to
rhythmically sink into Nick's mushy depths.

"Cody's had quite a busy time in the last twenty-four hours.  I've lost
count of how many times he's gotten fucked...or how many different dicks
have fucked him.  I needed him that way so he would sound realistically
drugged and desperate when my accomplice dialed you up to come to his
rescue."  He looked over his shoulder at the unconscious, saturated stud
sprawled nude with the baseball bat entrenched in his asshole.  "Looks to
me like he's been fucked out of commission for a while...a first for him, I
think."

"Accomplice?  Your return to Genoa?  What are you talking about, Carter?
You've never been here before," Nick was trying to understand, but it was a
little difficult with eight plus inches of cock slipping in and out of him.
"Why go through this elaborate charade just to screw me?  All you ever had
to do was ask, dude."

Grasping Newman's hips, Carter brought the sling to a stop and let his
hardness throb motionless in Nick's murky depths.  Steadying himself by the
chains behind the Newman stud, Carter leaned over until he was face to face
with the other man.  His hot breath washed over Nicholas, who fought the
primal urge to force his mouth over Carter's and urge him to continue their
hot fucking.  Instead he looked questioningly into his captor's piercing
eyes, which had taken on an evil, almost black, hue.

"Look closely, Newman," the evil man hissed.  "Forget all this plastic
surgery I've had done so that I could once again walk amongst all of you.
Just keep looking in my eyes and you'll see it all.  I'm back to make you
pay for what you've done to my life...what you took away from me.  When you
realize the truth you won't be so anxious to take a ride on my cock.  But
that's exactly when the fucking is going to get really good.  And when I'm
finished filling up your ass, I'm hopping in your shiny little sports car
and heading out to the Newman ranch where I'm going to start where I left
off with your wife.  Only thing is...she wasn't your wife then.  Wonder if
she's gotten any better.  Hard to imagine her sweet pussy being any more
tender unless you've worn her out.  Well...give it a few hours and I'll
find out!"

"CLARK!! MATT CLARK!!!"

Nicholas railed against the bonds securing him, rattling the thick chains
and threatening to bring the entire contraption cascading down from the
rotted rafters.  Huge blueish veins bulged at his temples as he gritted
even white teeth together, big eyes widened with the horror of his
situation.  The heavy muscles in his arms and legs flexed impossibly large
as he flailed about on the sling, anxious to extricate himself from the
demon-stud's cock.  Matt committed every second of Nick's stunned
recognition to memory as if it had been played on some sort of low-speed
recorder----from the first puzzled knit of his brow to the moment of
outraged acceptance.  It was one of two moments he had been anticipating
for many years---and the end result was well worth the long wait.  He
wasn't smiling anymore; the time for games was over.  Carter Mills' darkly
handsome mask had been lifted and the venomous hatred of Matt Clark
unveiled.

"GET OFF OF ME, YOU BASTARD!" Nick' s loud shout reverberated throughout
the hollowed building.  His ass muscles squeezed hardly, trying to clam up
against the anal assault and cast the evil dick out.  But Matt was into him
far and deep, so Nick's efforts only served to hold his maddeningly pulsing
cock even more tightly inside.

"Time for payback, Nicky-boy," Matt growled as his hips began to move,
piledriving his full length deep inside the other man.  Nicholas,
understandably enraged, thrashed about on the sling---but it was to no
avail.  A sheen of perspiration broke out all over his hard body from the
physical exertion of trying to escape Matt Clark's clutches.  Matt rather
enjoyed his deep-voiced, loud protests for awhile but, fearful of drawing
any unwanted outside attention, he stuffed the grimy jockstrap back into
the hot stud's mouth.  Nicholas fought him on that too, tossing his head
from side to side and clenching his jaws tightly, but in the end Matt won
out and the Newman heir was muffled.  Fear was etched all over his face as
Nick glared at Clark through widened, horrified eyes---realizing he'd
allowed himself to be trapped by the merciless rapist.  Now he understood
how his wife must have felt all those years ago when Clark had forced
himself upon her---how she would feel again if Nick wasn't able to thwart
the madman's ultimate plan.

Matt pounded into him like a battering ram, hard and forceful.  He roughly
shoved his big fucker all the way into Nicholas' man-cunt, ripped it
quickly out and then plugged him full again.  The thick head slammed
against his insides, forcing him open even though Nicholas was straining
against the insistent weapon.  Over eight inches of stiff dick meat was
plunged into his tightened chute again and again.  Matt placed his sweaty
palms over the muscled flesh of Nicholas' spread thighs, kneading them
harder then necessary while his big balls slapped against the beefcake's
quivering ass.  There was sweat liberally pouring off his tight body as he
powerfucked Nicholas Newman with everything that he had.

"Still hot for me, Newman?" the crazed man panted.  "Lucky man I am,
getting to fuck both husband and wife.  How does that grab you, Nicky?
Knowin' that my dick is still gonna be slick with your ass juices when I
bang it into Sharon's gorgeous pussy?  Whatdaya think of that?!?!  Huh?
HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

He was going apeshit on Nicholas now, fucking him like a man possessed.
Every forceful thrust nearly knocked the wind out of the bottom and seemed
to rattle through his entire body.  Nicholas suddenly became conscious of
the fact that his own cock, which had wilted upon hearing Carter's
confession, had risen back to its full, glorious ten inches!  His own body
was turning on him; accepting the almost-brutal attentions of his
arch-enemy.  Nicholas decided to concentrate on the dick, not the man, and
forget it was Matt Clark plowing his nether regions.  He closed his eyes,
allowing long lashes to dreamily rest against his creamy cheeks bones and
focused on the man-meat fucking the living bejesus out of him.  He thought
of Miguel, the housekeeper, taking his cherry as a pre-pubescent boy; he
thought of his father and Bradley Carlton taking him from both ends; he
thought of rugged ex-convict Larry Warton banging away at him all night in
some sleazy hotel; he thought of young Billy Abbott and his father and the
grand time they'd had together.  All those glorious cocks became one in his
mind---they became the fanfuckingtastic detached driving dong working at
him with a breakneck speed.

Clark was driving into Nicholas Newman's tight fuck hole like it was an
unrestricted freeway.  Every slamming fuckstroke was placed deliberately
harder and deeper.  Matt was totally getting off on the way Newman's slick
guts felt gooshing around his bulldozing monster.  Even through the gag, he
could detect Nicholas' gasps and groans every time he completely filled the
tight foxhole.  There were tiny tears of pain (or pleasure?) gathering at
the corners of the battered stud's closed eyes.  Panting and nearly out of
breath, Matt ordered those eyes opened and Nicholas obeyed.  At the same
time, his ass muscles relaxed and began to work with the plunging cock.

Matt continued to fuck him hard and fast, although now the fucking had
taken on an entirely different aspect.  Newman was no longer resisting him.
Either the rich stud had given up the fight...or he was actually beginning
to enjoy it.  His big fucking hole was wide open, accommodating every inch
of Clark's pecker and even squeezing it lovingly from within.  They were
both a sweaty mass of flesh and muscle, twin engines roaring towards an
ultimate goal.

Nick blew first.  The big tool assaulting his ass stroked his prostate one
time too many, forcing Newman's roaring ten-inch hard-on to erupt in a
virtual volcano of sperm-sauce.  The thick, cloudy goo blew a trail all
over his heaving torso and drenched his handsome, Nordic face.  Matt ripped
the jockstrap out of his mouth so that he could hear the Newman slut's wild
sex moans.  It was sweet justice indeed that he, fugitive from the law Matt
Clark, had fucked the rich boy to orgasm.  Jacked up with that knowledge,
Clark felt his big ballsac seize up against his body.  The pressure within
him was building to a shattering crescendo.  After only a few more deep
satisfying strokes his entire body seemed to tense.  He squeezed his eyes
tightly shut, teeth gnashing together, while his entire frame noticeably
shuddered.  Exhaling a guttural moan, Matt Clark blasted a load of ball
juice way up inside Newman's manhole.  His eyes shot wide open with the
second wave of juicy cum splashing into his revered enemy and, by the time
he'd coated Nick's intestines with seven shots of mangoo, he was finally
able to focus again.  Newman had that sexy just-fucked look written all
over him and he didn't appear to be any worse for the wear, a fact that
re-incensed Clark's anger.

"Sure hope your wife has the same reaction when I'm finished with her
tingly twat," he taunted as he yanked his softening tool out of Newman's
cum-drenched hole.  "If she doesn't, I'll just have to do it again and
again until I get the desired effect."

"Forget Sharon," Nick shouted out, anxious to prevent another rape.  "It's
me you've hated since we were in school; me who she married; me who is the
father of her children; me who took all that away from you.  Take your
vengeance out on ME, Clark!  Fuck it out of ME!"  It was a grandstand play
to distract the crazed man, but Matt Clark was no fool.

"Sorry Nick, no way!"  He said, shaking his head.  "Besides, I've already
had your ass.  Now its onward and upward to other things, like Sharon's
sweet perfumed pussy.  Hell, maybe I'll take her up the ass, too, just to
see who's the better butt fuck---mister or missus Newman.  There is one
thing you are right about, though.  The part about taking my vengeance.
Sorry to inform you, Nicky boy, but you won't be walking out of here."  He
had reached down to the floor and retrieved a hunting knife he'd secreted
there on his last visit.  "I can't have you blowing my cover.  When they
find your bodies---you and Cody---they'll trace for prints and of course
Matt Clark's will be all over the place.  But they'll never be able to tie
that in to Carter Mills.  Neither you, nor Cody, nor your wife will be
alive to tell them that."

Nick swallowed hard. "Your accomplice.  You said something about an
accomplice.  What about him?  Do you think he'll take the fall for you?"
He was buying time and he knew it.

Matt chuckled.  "That ignoramus?  Don't make me laugh.  He's the last one
I've gotta settle with before I blow this town, and probably the easiest of
all."  He reached for the gag.  "Now I know this is gonna hurt...alot...so
I'm afraid I'm gonna have to shut you up."  He leaned forward to force the
material into Nicholas' mouth, but Nick was no longer looking at Matt.  His
attention had been caught by a movement behind the naked man.

Clark never knew what hit him.  A wooden baseball ball arced through the
air, guided by strong hands, and slammed against the side of his head,
rendering the evil man unconscious.  Nicholas' eyes were agape as he
watched his tormentor slump to the cold cement floor.  The mysterious
attacker's heavily tendoned hand released the Louisville Slugger, which
clattered to the floor alongside Clark.  Sheer exhaustion from the frantic
fuck, combined with the failing candlelight, made it difficult for Nick to
distinguish his savior's features at first, but one look at the colorful
tattoo emblazoned on one strongly muscled bicep caused instant recognition.

"WARTON! LARRY WARTON!" Nicholas gasped excitedly.  "HOW DID YOU
KNOW.....?"

Big Larry Warton stepped closer into the tricky light with a playful grin
on his face.  He winked knowingly at the shackled stud and let out a low
whistle as his eyes boldly appraised the nude man's sexy form.  "Damn if
you don't look all kinds of hot and bad all trussed up there like that,
Nicklas," he cooed, while grasping and squeezing the big bulge in the front
of his jeans.  "Too bad we don't have the time to take advantage of this
situation."

"Don't worry, Larry, I'm going to pay you back in full," he said pointedly.
"But there's no time for that now.  Please...untie me before that bastard
regains consciousness."

Larry chuckled.  "Don't you worry 'bout that, he's out cold.  We got a
little time."  And with that he squatted so that his face was directly in
line with Nicholas' much-used bunghole.  He dove into familiar territory,
burying himself in the wide-open crevice of Nick's tasty asshole.  His
tongue easily slipped into the man's sloppy depths and he began to eat like
it was his last supper.  Nicholas, however, never had time enough to enjoy
it---suddenly Larry was hacking, coughing and spitting onto the floor.
Wiping splooge from his thin excuse of a mustache with the back of his big,
working man's hand Larry disgustedly muttered, "Shoulda know'd Clark's
fuckin' cum would taste like bitter poison.  You better douche that shit
outa ya real soon, Newman!"  Still gagging, he got up and removed the
restricting bonds from Nicholas' legs and arms and gathered up his clothes,
which were strewn about the area.

As Nicholas hurriedly dressed, Larry outlined their strategy.  "You get
Cody-boy outa here and tend to him; he'll be okay in a couple of days.
Once the two of you are gone I'll tie up Clark and make an anonymous call
to the police about where they can find their fugitive.  That way neither
one of you has to get mixed up in this mess."

Larry's ideas were sound, so Nicholas readily agreed.  They managed to wrap
a blanket around Cody, who was still out like a light, and carry him out to
Newman's car.  Nicholas revved up the engine, looking up at Warton, who was
leaned on the window sill.

"Like I said, Larry, I owe you.  WE owe you---Cody and me.  Can't answer
for him, but you'll be gettin' your reward regularly from me, Wart Man."
Even after all he'd been through, there was a mischievous twinkle in Nick
Newman's blue eyes.

Warton traced his big index finger around Newman's puffy lips before poking
it inside the stud's warm mouth and letting him suck on the thick digit.
"I have an idea that Codester there is gonna be just as eager as you to let
ole Larry have anythin' and everythin' he wants."



Everything seemed to ache Matt Clark when he finally came around some time
later.  His head hurt like hell, that much was for sure, but there was
another pain more pressing coming from somewhere else.  He was still in the
abandoned warehouse, although most of the candles had been extinguished and
he was in near darkness.  He tried to move his arms but discovered they
were solidly secured, as were his legs, to heavy lengths of chain
stretching up above his naked, prone body.  As his senses became clearer,
Clark realized he was tied to the same sling where he'd earlier deflowered
Nick Newman!  His head shot from side to side, peering through the darkness
for some sign of another person as he tugged at the binding chains.  A
sudden cramp clutched his lower belly, prompting Matt to look down between
his crudely parted thighs, and that's when he saw the object of his
unexplained pain.  A huge dildo had been shoved up his ass while he was
unconscious and only the flared handle remained outside of him!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Clark
bellowed, fully awake now.  "MY FUCKIN' VIRGIN HOLE!!!!!
WHO?....WHERE?....WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!  GET THIS THING THE FUCK OUTA
ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

There was a cackle of laughter from the darkness and then Larry Warton
stepped into view.

"YOU!!!" Clark's eyes narrowed accusingly.

"That's right, Carter...or Clark...or whoever the fuck you are.  Me, Larry,
the ignoramous!  Only ole Larry wasn't quite as dumb as you thought he was.
Ya see, Clark," he explained, "what you didn't know is that when you
started playin' this little game of yers, I was playin' one of my own.  Me
and Nick's been tight for awhile now, only you didn't know that.  I wuz
never gonna let you really hurt him, and certainly you weren't gettin'
anywhere near his sweet, innocent wife.  Sure I let you fuck him---I like
watchin' Nicholas get fucked, especially when I know that the next dick
goin' in him is gonna be mine!"  He thought of the photographs he had
safely stored away of Nicholas' bawdy romp with his father and that
good-looking Mediterranean-looking demi-god Brad Carlton...the extra set
he'd had made that Nick knew nothing about.  "The name of my game was Catch
Matt Clark, and looks to me like I've won!  Now all I've gotta do is turn
you over to the authorities and I don't have to worry about you messin' up
my good thing with rich boy Newman."

"No, Larry, you've got this all wrong," Clark was pleading, trying to save
himself from exposure and forget about the burning heat in his rectum.
"You and me are partners, bro.  We'll get outa this town, Larry.  Go
somewhere else.  Get somethin' else goin'.  The two of us put our heads
together there's no tellin' what we can do.  What do you say, Larry?"

Larry shook his head, snickering.  "No way, Clark.  But don't you worry;
I'm not gonna call the heat right away.  I'm gonna leave you here for
awhile to think about every rotten thing you did to Nicky boy's wife all
those years back....gonna make you feel some of what she felt."

Before Matt could protest, the same wet jockstrap he'd gagged Nicholas with
was suddenly shoved into his mouth and secured into place by a length of
cloth fastened at the back of his head.  He flailed about on the sling
attempting an escape, but it was of no use.  Next, Warton fashioned Clark's
shirt around his lower extremities like a makeshift diaper, careful not to
tie the thing into place just yet.  Clark's eyes widened when he saw Larry
lift a hand-held drill from the floor and stuff it into the pouch of the
"diaper".  Larry attached the drill bit to the base of the fat dildo and
finished knotting the shirt so that the drill-do wouldn't move from between
Matt's hairy thighs---for several hours at least.

"You're gonna know what its like to get really fucked, Clark, to be
screamin' for it to stop but nobody hears ya, just like you didn't hear
Sharon Newman.  Don't you worry, man, I loaded up your hole with a whole
bottle full of oil.  You're super slicked and ready to go."  And with that,
he hooked a finger under the cotton cloth and flicked a switch, powering on
the charged drill.  Carter's body bolted as the veiny dildo began whirring
around inside his ass.  His cock involuntarily shot to life as the big
thing screwed into his sensitive prostate, sending electric charges
throughout his body.  Larry flipped the switch again and the dildo moved
into a persistent "medium" mode, literally curling Matt's toes and causing
his hands to clench around fistfulls of air.  And then Larry let the thing
go, stoking it up to maximum speed.  Matt's body shook like a lobotomized
man, his dark eyes bugged out of their sockets and a high-pitched scream
was thankfully muffled by the piss-drenched jockstrap.  Blowing out the
remaining candles and plunging the warehouse into darkness, Larry Warton
departed.

It was nearly ten hours later when the police, acting on an anonymous tip
placed by none other than Larry Warton, discovered Carter Mills a/k/a/ Matt
Clark.  Although the drill's charge had run out hours ago, Clark was
jerking around on the platform as though it were still screwing him.  For
almost the first full two straight hours the brutal contraption had
relentlessly buzzed away inside his ass, forcing him to cum again and again
and again.  Then, ever so slowly, it began to wear down until
finally---almost mercifully---it died inside of him.  But by then, after
living through every hour, every minute, every second of the power-charged
dildo gutting his insides, Carter/Matt had gone hopelessly insane.  When
the Genoa Memorial Emergency Room Doctor later removed the formidable
fuck-machine from deep inside him, the incoherent man grabbed the good doc
by the wrist and forcefully stuffed most of the healer's fingers up his
ass, immediately sending him into a dry orgasm.  Days later, heavily
sedated and restrained in a straight-jacket, Carter/Matt was committed to
the psychiatric ward, where it was expected he would remain the rest of his
life.  His every waking moment was filled with the sounds and sensations of
the evil drill-do plowing him into insanity---and making him cum over and
over again in his hospital dressing gown.  He screamed against the padded
walls of his cubicle to make it stop...but it wouldn't....not ever!

Nicholas wasn't exactly thrilled with the manner in which Larry had handled
the Matt Clark situation, but in the final analysis he had to admit that
the punishment somehow befitted the crime.  In any case, he was extremely
grateful to the ex-convict for saving his and Sharon's lives---and showed
him just how much during an all-nighter in an expensive room in one of
Genoa's finer hotels.  As long as Nicholas continued to provide him with a
welcome, hot hole Larry had no intention of using his extra set of
blackmail photos against the man...

Cody rebounded quite nicely and was back in action a week after his
marathon fuck-fest.  He was deeply saddened by Carter's downfall: despite
the fact he was actually Matt Clark in disguise, Carter had been a great
fuck.  Cody moped around the coffee house for his first few nights and
there seemed to be no cheering him up.  That is, until he found himself
alone in the place with both Nicholas Newman and Larry Warton at closing
time and showed them just how much of a cock whore he had become.  The two
virile studs managed to put that cute, wholesome smile right back on his
handsome face...