BOLD MOVES
Disclaimer: This is a completely fictional story - it is in no way real nor does it represent or suggest anything about the true sexuality or behaviour of the actors who play the characters involved or other real life celebrities featured. The Bold and the Beautiful belongs to Bell-Phillip Television Productions / CBS. Also please consider donating to Nifty so we can keep fuelling our fantasies ;)
Chapter 1
People were outraged enough that Bill Spencer had punched his son Liam for blackmailing him into control of Spencer Publications. If only they knew that was just part of the story, and what really happened afterwards...
Liam was lying on the floor beside the CEO's desk; his father's fist leaving a bleeding gash on his face as Bill intimidatingly towered over him.
"I don't get even with those who betray me, I decimate them." He threatened menacingly.
It was the worst time for Liam to be seeing his alpha dad from that angle for the first time; a view that would have been hot in just about any other circumstance. Although Bill's private nickname "stallion" referred to his 10" cock, he was a thoroughbred from head to toe. He was still damn fine for a man in his fifties with his ripped athletic body and dark handsome features. But for now, Liam was terrified. Gone was the man he'd fantasised walking in on him and his half-brother Wyatt fucking and proclaiming how good it was to see his two grown sons finally getting along before rewarding them with a taste of his body. The only thing Liam got was a kick in the side by Bill's expensive Italian designer shoe.
"Argh!" Liam cried as he curled up in agony.
"Get up!" Bill bellowed. But Liam was paralysed with pain and fear.
Bill kicked him again, even harder. "I SAID GET UP!!" He raged. Knowing how relentless his father was, Liam knew if he didn't find the strength to take on Bill's challenge the assault would only get worse.
"That fancy Italian shirt is too good for the likes of you, you weak pathetic excuse for a son!" Bill roared as his bare hands ripped it to shreds; leaving Liam's upper half covered with nothing but his tie beneath the suit jacket he still had on. Bill then yanked Liam's tie before pulling the knot up; tightening it to the point of almost choking him. For a few seconds he just glowered at Liam before slapping his face and throwing him across the desk as paperwork went flying.
"Turn around!" Bill ordered as Liam reluctantly but obediently did so, so that his back was to his father.
THUD - Bill face planted Liam into the desk as he bent him over. He then slipped off Liam's belt before yanking down his pants.
SNAP Bill pulled and released Liam's designer trunks; making the elastic rebound against Liam's waist as he flicked them.
"Ouch!" Liam flinched uncomfortably.
SNAP Bill repeated the action, this time pulling harder, resulting in a harder slingshot.
"As I said, WEAK!!" Bill roared. He continued flicking the underwear over and over until the elastic lost its stretch. But before the trunks crumpled at Liam's feet, Bill gave one more tug that completely ripped them from Liam's body.
SLAP WHACK Bill then started repeatedly spanking Liam.
"Time to make up for all that discipline I missed giving you." Bill taunted. "If I had known about you this never would have happened. I thought I had given you everything, but what you really need is some tough love, SON." Bill added extra emphasis on the word "son" as he said it sarcastically, disgusted his own flesh and blood would take his company from him.
Upping the ante, Bill switched his hand with Liam's belt as he flogged him like a thieving convict. In Bill's eyes, that's exactly what Liam was, even though Liam was protecting Bill from jail for ordering the arson of Spectra Fashions while trying to realign Bill's wayward moral compass. Before long, Liam's ass cheeks were as red as Sally Spectra's hair and covered in bleeding lacerations that made his black eye look like a gold star.
Liam felt as if he were drowning in his own tears; his only reaction sobs of pain while his abused body stung liked it had been attacked by a million bees.
"Get that damn thing out of my way!" Bill growled as he hauled off Liam's jacket, finally tired of the bottom of it competing against his hand as he vented with Liam's ass. Without the jacket acting as a curtain over the top of Liam's butt cheeks, Liam's ass was fully exposed and vulnerable to his father's most vicious act yet.
"ARGH!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Liam shrieked in pain as Bill used his own cock like a blunt instrument as he slammed it up his son's ass in severe punishment.
"You rolled the dice, now you pay the price." Bill sneered as Liam's resistance only made him go harder and faster.
"Stop! Please dad! Stop!" Liam begged.
"I'll stop when you drop this ridiculous little act of delayed rebellion or whatever the fuck it is and back the hell off!" Bill thundered tensely.
Liam couldn't say he was enjoying his father's rape, but it was gradually getting easier to take. He had to stand his ground and endure it to ensure justice was served for Bill's other major wrongdoings.
"Never!" Liam managed to fire back.
"Well I give you credit for persistence." Bill replied as his meaty body kept lording itself over and in its wimpy target.
With father and son's positions clear, there were no further verbal exchanges as each did what they felt they needed to do until the ferocious forced fuck was over and Liam was left battered and bred.
"I don't mess about. Let that be a warning." Bill snarled as he spat on Liam before callously swaggering out of the office as if nothing had happened. Liam's hurt body unfurled in relief over the desk as he mentally recovered as quickly and as best he could. No-one could ever find out what just happened - that much he and Bill would agree on...
Meanwhile:
Thomas Forrester was back in Sydney, Australia, following the success of Forrester Creations' trip down under earlier in the year. Fresh from a shower, Thomas casually paced around his hotel suite in just a white towel as he awaited room service's delivery of a turkey club sandwich he ordered.
Knock-knock
"Finally". Thomas muttered as he approached the door. But upon turning the knob, he was greeted by a surprise visitor, much the same way Sally turned up on his doorstep unannounced a few months ago. Except this time it was a hot, hunky blonde, blue-eyed teenage guy named Jack. Jack was a fan of Thomas' designs and insanely good looks, with Thomas befriending him through social media. Thomas had millions of followers, but in a rare and risky move taken a special interest in Jack by sharing private nude photos with him. They had a harmless online flirtation, with Thomas every bit playboy Ridge's son, never expecting to actually ever meet Jack from the other side of the world. Jack's intentions were purely sex-driven, but unknown to Thomas Jack was Jack Marone. As in the guy that should have been his half brother if Taylor's embryo didn't mistakenly contain Brooke's eggs instead. Taylor giving birth to her arch nemesis' baby began the end of her marriage to Nick. A few years after their divorce, Nick left town with Jack; neither ever to be seen or heard from again.
"Oh. Hey. What are you dong here?" Thomas asked, surprised as Jack just lustfully looked him up and down. "More importantly, how did you find me?" There was now a hint of agitation in Thomas' tone. As a public figure, security was important, and Jack's presence was somewhat stalky.
"I might have had to suck off a few bellboys." Jack laughed. "So can I come in?" Jack asked, or stated rather, as he ran his hand down Thomas' torso while pushing him back through the door while entering himself and shutting the door behind him.
"Wow. You are even hotter in person." Jack mused as he absorbed Thomas' studliness. The guy had abs for days, and sexiness for years.
"You too." Thomas replied casually as he gently squeezed Jack's package. Although it was true, he was planning to just play long, give Jack what he wanted and send him on his way. He was horny anyway, and no-one else on his hookup apps were taking his fancy.
Kissing and stripping ensued as the guys found their way to the bed. Once there, Jack's hands and lips obsessively explored Thomas' perfect physique; navigating south until Jack swallowed Thomas' prime 9" penis.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Thomas moaned, with Jack seemingly determined to deliberately choke himself with cock as he sucked and savoured the best one he'd ever tasted...
"Oooooooooookay hot lips, that's enough." Thomas moaned, only slightly breathless. As hard as Jack worked to cure his craving for Thomas' priceless asset, there was only so much Jack's mouth could do. Like Jack, Thomas needed more. But he was the celebrity...he was the one in control...
"This is what's going to happen - " Thomas began, speaking in a direct tone. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, then you'll go outside and enjoy that gorgeous sunshine." He finished, politely advising Jack this was nothing more than a fuck n' go. The Forrester family had encountered fans like Jack before and learned from experience to nip them in the bud before they formed delusions of ongoing relationships.
Jack didn't argue, but if this was his one chance to have Thomas Forrester then he wasn't going to waste it. As Thomas began to reposition himself, Jack grinned lasciviously as he quickly slithered like a snake ascending man mountain until Thomas' muscular torso was between his knees. Placing his hands on Thomas' rock hard chest, he then pinned Thomas down as he lowered his anus over Thomas' throbbing pole; allowing it to stretch as it accommodated the incoming giant.
The guys quickly gained momentum; moaning uncontrollably as the wild ride intensified. Jack's talent also quickly changed Thomas' attitude from indifferent to wanting him badly as he matched Jack's self-packing with slamming thrusts. Caught up in the moment, Jack threw Thomas' arms above his head as his pinning down of the sweaty muscle factory shifted to his thick wrists. This made Thomas pant even harder, but his mouth was suppressed by Jack's as they simultaneously shoved their tongues down each others throat in a hot, puffy kiss.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." Thomas moaned even more loudly after a while; the volume of his voice and force of his breath unintentionally pushing their lips apart.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." Thomas moaned again as his eyes rolled back in ecstasy this time.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK...I'M GONNA CUM..." He practically screamed.
Seconds later Thomas made Jack's hole a sticky molten mess as he unleashed his fiery load.
Jack collapsed in a euphoric heap beside Thomas for a few moments as his regained his breath. Once his pulse returned to its normal rate, he respected Thomas' wishes and collected his clothes. He dressed slowly, trying to tempt Thomas into inviting him to stay longer. Thomas didn't extend the encounter, but had enough class to at least see Jack out.
"It really was nice meeting you." Thomas said as he kissed Jack farewell in the open doorway.
CLICK
The kiss was caught on camera by Aussie TV presenter-turned-Eye on Fashion correspondent James Tobin.
"Looks like I have the scoop of the year." James smiled. "I can finally prove the rumours are true." He continued, referring to the rampant media speculation that Thomas was gay. "And even better, here you are with your rent boy."
Rent boy?! Jack didn't know whether to be flattered or insulted.
"You really don't want to do that." Thomas warned, attempting to thwart James' ratings gold. "I'll use my clout to make sure you never work in ANY media again." Thomas was clearly another typical rich pretty boy.
"Alright...I'll keep your secret. On one condition."
"What?" Thomas asked cautiously.
"Fuck me." James whispered into Thomas' ear as he gently pushed him back into the suite while Jack closed the door, remaining behind to witness James' blackmail unfold.
It was hard to believe James was 37 as piece by piece his clothing was shed; revealing the cute hottie's youthful buff body that once earned him a place in Cleo's Bachelor of the Year contest. Easily passing for 10 years younger, James looked great beside Thomas. Jack keenly eyed up his other idol's hard 8" cock, but Thomas, not overly interested in yet another cock flaunting itself at him, quickly snatched away Jack's view as he threw James onto the crinkled sheets Jack had just ridden him on and starting pounding his tight hole. Jack tagged along as he followed them to the bed where he jerked himself as he watched.
Jack was the first to erupt; aiming his creamy fire at James' face. A few minutes later it was Thomas' turn; this time opting to flip James on his back as he added to James' goopy facial. After wiping his eyes so he could see clearly again, James snapped a pic of Thomas naked as souvenir before getting dressed.
"Don't forget we have a deal." Thomas said as James just nodded before discreetly exiting.
"What are you still doing here?" Thomas asked Jack as he cracked open a bottle of mineral water and took a swig.
"I was...uh...just leaving." Jack replied as he backed towards the door, turned, then left...