Date: Tue, 6 Sep 2016 12:28:29 +0200 From: J.D Louis Subject: Bayside Bang - Part 7 Hey guys, sorry it's been so long since the last chapter, life's been a bit hectic. Anyway, hope you enjoy this return. *** The room was so dark...almost pitch black. And deadly silent; except for VJ's soft whimpering as he tried to hide the unbearable pain...mask his tears...and remain strong. "Stop your snivelling and just tell me where that bitch and my kid are!" Mick roared. VJ remained silent. He hadn't endured days of being tied up as a dildo machine relentlessly pounded him just to give up now. "Why are you protecting her?! She lied about you knocking her up! You should hate her!" Mick screamed in frustration. VJ's entire body ached badly; he was too sore to even speak. Not that he would anyway. Sure, Billie's lies had hurt him. But he'd never wish Mick on her or V3...or anyone else. Mick then began to laugh wickedly. "Stop pretending you're not enjoying it, slut! Looks like I'm gonna have to find another way to loosen those sweet lips...." VJ felt Mick's hot breath against his lips as he moved in for a kiss; only to be stung by Mick's hand as his deranged kidnapper belted him across the face. "Don't worry, you're still pretty." Mick taunted as he left the room. Moments later he returned; VJ recognising the sound of a gun being cocked. It appeared this was the end. But Mick was suddenly stopped in his tracks as he and VJ heard the front door being kicked down. A flashlight's beam got brighter as it neared, before the light switched on, revealing Hunter standing in the doorway. Leaping into action, Hunter wrestled the gun from Mick; tackling him to the ground before knocking him out cold. VJ's pain turned to relief as Hunter freed him. But he quickly baffled his hero as he simply hobbled his way outside, before collapsing on the lawn. "Yeah, thanks for saving me babe." Hunter said to himself, disappointed. He knew VJ had to be suffering trauma; yet had hoped for a big, romantic reunion. He was awash with the Paris effect, having just been there...with Brody. He should have known the breakup note from `VJ', telling him to take the trip they planned while he went his own way, was forged by Mick. Whatever. He was just glad that he listened to his instincts that VJ was in trouble and came home. *** "Here, thought you might need these." Hunter said, handing VJ, who was now calmly sitting upright, his shorts. "Though I still prefer you without them." Hunter said cheekily as he put his arm around his love and lent in for a much needed kiss. But a jittery VJ flinched; needing space as he distanced himself from Hunter... *** Meanwhile... Kat and Phoebe had given Brian and Derek, the diner's accountants Chris had set them up with, their marching orders. They were not impressed by their, quote, "wardrobe malfunction" when they lost their shirts in an attempt to initiate a strip poker game. The smart, successful and sexy duo knew they'd be someone else's gain and remained shirtless as they drove around cruising; leaving their abs to do the talking... The guys looked at each other and licked their lips as they spotted VJ walking aimlessly along the road... Brian pulled up as Derek wound down the Porche's window. "Hey VJ!" VJ gave them a `who the fuck are you?' look and continued walking. "It's us, Brian and Derek." Brian yelled across from the driver's seat. "Who?" "We're your mum's accountants. From the diner. Remember?" "Oh." VJ replied, disinterested. He'd only met them briefly once, and they may have checked each other out with nothing coming of it. Until now. Talk about bad timing. "Get in. We'll give you a ride." "No. Thanks." "I said get in you little fucker!" Derek yelled as he got out and pulled VJ into the car; sitting him across his lap like a supersize baby. VJ was just as helpless as a baby as Derek wrapped one arm around his waist, holding him tightly in place while his other hand undid and pulled down his shorts. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" VJ moaned uncontrollably as Derek played with his penis...fondled his fucker...oh the perils of being insanely hot. At the same time VJ could feel Derek's constrained cock poking against his ass. With VJ where he wanted him, Derek unzipped his pants, unleashing his 8" investment as he seamlessly slipped it up into VJ's hot wide-open hole. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....mmmmmmmmmmm...fuck yeah...can't get a piece of rump as hot as you on the menu." Derek moaned as he ravenously shoved his salami into VJ. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" VJ moaned louder; his entire body burning as his raw passage was being roughly rammed...yet he was also hot with passion - somewhat still turned on despite his ordeal. Brian didn't know where he was taking them, just that he had to have VJ NOW, and stopped the car. He then pulled the lever on Derek's seat, sending it reclining back as Derek and VJ fell with it. Seconds later his crotch was in VJ's face as he undid his pants, flinging his 9" pole out before ramming it down VJ's throat. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh...fuck...I knew you'd be a hot cock sucker..." Brian moaned as VJ just went with the forceful flow; hungrily gulping the tasty tool. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK YEAH....I'M ABOUT TO CUM..." Derek panted. "YEAH...FILL HIM UP GOOD MATE..." Brian replied breathlessly. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...SOAK IT UP STUD..." Derek moaned as he blasted his lusty lava, drenching VJ's insides with a massive molten memento. Seconds later Brian's creamy cum cocktail careened down VJ's throat. VJ spread out across the back seat as he regained his breath, only to reignite when he felt his hard, throbbing pole being sucked. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." VJ puffed as the guys' tongues tussled over his holy grail...each sucking the massive meat away from the other; sending it back and forth as each fought to be the dominant mouth on the long shlong. After a while, Brian let Derek chow down on VJ's dick as he painted VJ's granite torso in wet, steamy saliva; leaving a trail of admiration before powerfully planting himself in VJ's mouth as they kissed. But with a backload of batter begging to be extracted, horny-as-hell VJ was surprised he'd lasted this long having not been able to blow a load since his kidnapping; and was ready to erupt. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." VJ moaned repeatedly; no words could express the ecstasy of finally emptying his over-inflated semen-storer. His baton went berserk as it stormed hot bolts of jizz; overflowing for almost a minute, giving Brian time to put his mouth in its ferocious path as he and Derek tasted the torrent. The guys then sat in silence, satisfied grins on their faces as they drove VJ home...