Date: Sat, 6 Mar 2004 18:22:37 -0500
From: Jon Royale <JRoyale@msn.com>
Subject: Young and Restless Men 18

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.