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Part 3
It was just another day at Forrester Creations. Thomas had taken some time out of his busy schedule to go work out in the company's rooftop Sky Lounge, the place to be and be seen as the company's designers and models alike all congregated to stay fit and show themselves off. One never knew what extra opportunities were available for having the right look in the right place at the right time.
Having finished his daily weight training, Thomas swaggered down the corridor as he headed for Ridge's office.
"Hey Dad, wanna come join me in the..." Thomas said as he barged in uninvited and puled out his air pods. His invitation quickly soured as he saw Liam had stopped by. Again.
"What's HE doing here?" Thomas grumbled to Ridge, ignoring his least favourite person in the world.
"We need to discuss Steffy and her doctor." Liam was about to continue but Thomas cut him off.
"Not this again." Thomas groaned. He and Ridge had already made their position clear: Dr Finn was welcome to become Steffy's Dr Dick if that helped her recovery. What better way to get over the physical pain caused by the accident and the emotional pain caused by the waffling Liam.
"Yes this again! This is serious. And I'm going to keep bringing it up until I'm confident Steffy's doctor isn't taking advantage of the situation."
"Ugh, just shut up already!" Thomas retorted.
"Or what?" Liam replied challengingly. "You'll throw me out the window?" As he spoke he gestured to the window, referring to the time Thomas pushed Rick through it. "Or blow up my car? Burn down my house?" Again referring to incidents involving Rick. "You're a nut job! You're the last person I'd trust with a medical opinion. I don't give a crap if your crazy mother's a shrink!"
"THAT'S ENOUGH, LIAM!" Ridge bellowed, finally interjecting.
Liam didn't verbally apologise, but his face expressed relent as he backed off.
"Damn right it is." Thomas stated. "I'm finally going to put this whiny douchbag in his place, once and for all."
Liam looked a little panic stricken, given what Thomas had been capable of in the past.
"Don't worry..." Thomas chuckled tauntingly. "There won't be any glass...or explosives...or fire involved."
Then without further warning, Thomas flung Liam over the boardroom table like a piece of litter being tossed. Before he had time to react, Thomas pinned him down with one strong hand while he used the other to pull out his raging hard cock. Pumping iron had filled Thomas with endorphins, which in turn made him horny. He then yanked down Liam's pants, exposing his ass just begging to be annihilated.
"Oh fuck no, not again." Liam cringed to himself as he recalled the anally abusive way his father Bill had previously punished him.
"Ridge! A little help here!" Liam pleaded, squirming as Thomas poked his penis against his hole, preparing to powerfully penetrate him. "Don't let him do this to me! PLEASE!"
He knew appealing to Thomas was futile. But Ridge just watched him intently as his hunky son rammed his meaty pipe up Liam's unwilling passage, causing him to scream in pain as he was forced to submit.
"Arrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhh....ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Liam howled like an animal being slaughtered. There was no way to remain strong and mask his discomfort, which just made Thomas hammer him harder and faster.
"Yeah...how's THAT for something to complain about, bitch!" Thomas sneered as he pounded his enemy. "Just wait until I blow my huge load in you and you have to drive home in your wet, sticky tightie whities as my cum keeps on oozing out of your banged up butthole. You're gonna feel like you shat yourself all the way from here to Bel Air." "Mmmmmm-mmmmmmmmmm" He added sarcastically.
"Come on Ridge, he's made his point. Make him stop now." Liam begged. But instead, Ridge slowly unbuckled his belt...
"No....NO!!!" Liam was screaming internally, remembering how Bill had flogged him with his belt last time this happened to him a few years ago.
Ridge then unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zip as he released his fat 8" fucker.
"Step aside son, and let me show you how its done." Ridge said gruffly he took over and mercilessly shoved his stick up Liam's cock slot.
Liam was in complete shock. He hadn't wanted Thomas' tool, but wasn't surprised by his actions. However, from this was completely unexpected from Ridge and equally unwanted.
Ridge started off by giving Liam a succession of short but hard jabs using his junk.
"THAT'S for the crap you Spencer men have put my family through over the years!" Ridge taunted as he rammed into him.
"Ohhhhhhh..." Liam moaned.
"THAT'S for your indecision between Hope and my daughter!" Ridge added as he torridly thrust again.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Liam moaned again.
Ridge's pole picked up the pace as he continued to demean his former son-in-law.
"You think playing two women against each other makes you a stud?! It doesn't. You're nothing more than a miserable slut!"
"Hypocrite." Liam uttered, referring to the decades-long triangle between Ridge, Brooke and Taylor.
"What did you just call me?!" Ridge bellowed.
"I called you a fucking hypocrite. Brooke...Taylor...sound familiar?!"
"Why you little..."
But before Ridge could finish his sentence, Liam had a brief moment of finding his balls and grabbed Thomas' head, shoving his first tormentor to his knees. If he was going to be forced upon, he was at least going to make it as somewhat satisfying as possible.
Thomas gagged as Liam managed to shove his cock down his throat, relieving some of the pain shooting through his ass.
"Who's the bitch now, you cock-sucking bastard?!" Liam teased as he made Thomas savour every inch of his pole.
But Thomas quickly regained control and broke free of Liam's grip. Back on his feet, Thomas then shoved his tongue down Liam's throat.
"Like tasting your cock on another dude's lips?" Thomas taunted Liam after a few hot moments of making out with him. When Liam didn't respond, Thomas willingly took Liam's cock back in his mouth, soaking up his leaking pre-cum before feeding it back to him as he kissed him again.
Thomas then sat on the table in front of Liam and peeled off his tight black tank top, baring his ripped torso as he prepared his next act. Sexily sweaty body free, Thomas then lifted Liam's leg and threw it over his shoulder, bending him into an awkward position as he drove his dick up Liam's hole beside Ridge's.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHH...JESUS...FUCK!!!!!" Liam yelled, doubly tortured with two Forrester fuckers inside him now.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK YEAH INDEED...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." Thomas grinned as he moaned, only his reaction was out of perverse pleasure. Thomas got off on wrecking Liam's hole, just he and his buddy Vinny jointly did to the twinks of LA as they cruised around Sunset Blvd.
Although Liam was tightly wedged between the two Forrester men, his throbbing cock didn't go unnoticed as Thomas encircled the head with his finger, collecting droplets of dripping pre-cum.
"Wanna taste yourself again?" Thomas teased.
"NO!"
"OK." Thomas replied as he went against Liam's wishes anyway and popped his finger in Liam's mouth, forcing him to suck off his own fluids.
Liam screwed up his face in distaste. He would never admit it but it somehow tasted better coming off Thomas' tongue.
"I hope your dirty little hole's ready to be flooded." Thomas taunted Liam as he neared eruption almost an hour later.
Liam didn't respond. At this point there was definitely no stopping Thomas sexually exhibiting his instability.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK THAT FEELS SO GOOD...EVEN IF ITS IN YOU, SHITFACE...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." Thomas panted as unleashed he pent up penile protein, drenching Liam's insides.
"What? You call that a load?" Liam retorted, trying to sound tough and save what little was left of his dignity.
"OK hot shot, let's see what YOU'VE got!" Thomas sneered as he grabbed Liam's cock and furiously jerked him until he blasted over the table.
"Impressive for someone who didn't want to get fucked like the slut they are." Thomas laughed derisively.
"My hot son's load didn't satisfy you?!" Ridge snarled. "Perhaps this will be more to your liking...OHHHHHHHHHHHHH...UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." Ridge timed it perfectly as he fired ferocious shots of lava into the depths of Liam's worthless being.
SMACK
Before Liam had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief that it was finally over, Thomas violently slammed him face-first into the table.
"You must be starved after all that action. I know I could go a big, juicy steak at Il Giardino. Oh that's right, I forgot you're vegan. Guess what? Cum's vegan-friendly. And full of protein. Open your mouth and clean up that mess you made!" Thomas demanded, grabbing Liam's head and roughly swiping it back and forth like it a mop. Liam clenched his lips, but it wasn't enough to prevent cum from entering his mouth.
"Well son, you go and get that steak. I'm going to hang in the steam room for a bit." Ridge said, grabbing a fabric swatch to wipe his cock clean before deliberately tossing it at Liam.
"Lunch can wait. I'll join you. That's what I was going to suggest before this fucker pissed me off with his presence."
As Ridge exited the office, Thomas imparted some final words to Liam: "If you don't want this to happen again, or something worse, don't even mention Steffy's name. Let her move on and live her life."
With Thomas also gone, Liam collapsed to the floor in relief. Why did all the other men in his life need to be such macho brutes? He pondered to himself as he privately cried...
Later that night:
"Mmmmmmm....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...you've never let me down big boy...you always get me what I want..." Thomas moaned as he lay in bed wanking. He grinned as he admired the reflection of him playing with himself in the mirror adjacent to his bed.
Of course it wasn't Liam he was thinking about. Rather, it was Dr Finnegan, or "Finn" as the magnificent medico liked to be called.
Thomas recalled one of the times he and Finn were both present at Steffy's house. This was before Steffy's pill addiction came to light...when Thomas would have done, and did, everything to ensure a pain-free recovery for his sister. At this point Steffy had gone to rest and wouldn't be awake again for a couple of hours.
"Come on man, you can't give her just ONE more prescription?" Thomas urged Finn after he'd stood his ground with Steffy.
"You know why I can't." Finn replied, remaining professional.
"So there's nothing I can say or do to change your mind? Just name your price, I'm good for it."
Finn shook his head.
"Well I'm sorry to hear that, doc. You just made a huge mistake." Thomas said sternly, clearly agitated.
"I understand your frustration, Thomas, I really do. But my hands are tied. The best thing you can do right now is just stay here and look after Steffy. Give her as much support as possible."
"What do you think I'm trying to do?!"
"Again, I understand your position. I've seen it countless times before."
Thomas and Finn were at a standoff, and neither was backing down.
"Look, I'm going to head off before this conversation becomes heated." Finn said calmly, trying to diffuse the escalating situation. "Just think about what I said. Have a nice afternoon."
"Have a nice afternoon?!" Thomas snarled, incredulous. "You aren't going anywhere, doc!"
Finn was just about out the door when he turned back to Thomas.
"With all due respect..."
But Thomas cut Finn off as he slammed the door shut, trapping Finn inside as he put his muscular arm around him and led him back into the living room before throwing him on the couch.
Thomas' bump had already begun bulging as he eyed Finn's slim ass perfectly presented in his fitted white pants. But now on top of Finn, his erection only expanded exponentially as he undid his jeans and pulled down Finn's pants. He quickly spit on his stick, self-lubing his log before ramming it in Finn's hole.
"You listen to me, doc, you'll give Steffy as many pills as she wants, whenever she asks for them. Got it?!" Thomas growled.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh...yes...got it..." Finn moaned; panting in excitement as he replied. Thomas' slamming into him wasn't so much a shock to the system as it was the fulfilment of a secret fantasy he'd been having.
"Good. Speaking of good...mmmmmmmmmm...I love your tight fucking ass...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh...."
With his prey in place and building a ready rhythm, Thomas threw off his tee shirt before stripping Finn out of his khaki polo. He then wrapped his strong arms around Finn's naked torso, holding him tight against his ripped rig and kissed the back of his neck as he continued to smash him. Finn's body was hot in more ways than one, which just drove Thomas's desire for him.
"Get on your back." Thomas ordered, firmly yet calmly as he whispered seductively in Finn's ear; his hot breath sending an extra surge through Finn.
As Finn complied, Thomas was almost assaulted by Finn's huge cock as it flipped up.
"Woah, nice." Thomas commented, jerking the savage-looking serpent as his thrust his way back into Finn.
With his boner buried deep inside him, Thomas started crazily making out with Finn.
"You're so damn fucking hot. I think I need you to become MY doctor." Thomas said breathlessly, pausing the kiss briefly.
"You've got my number." Finn smiled, panting, before their lips locked once more.
Unlike with Liam, Thomas was genuinely in lust with Finn.
Thomas was used to being a dominant top, but the donkey-dicked, one-trick pony was so powerfully alluring, Thomas found himself pulling out of Finn and uncontrollably kissing his way down the trail of Finn's hunky chest and abs before immersing his face in Finn's nether region as he sucked and slurped his shlong and balls.
"Mmmmmmmmm...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...fuck...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...Thomas Forrester is sucking my cock...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....THE Thomas Forrester is actually sucking my cock...." Finn moaned in absolutely ecstasy.
"Shhhhhh. Easy, big boy." Thomas grinned, flattered his name added to his appeal. But Finn just kept on moaning.
"Come on." Thomas said, leading Finn by the cock as the two tall, dark, hot and hung studs swaggered outside and down the path to Steffy's fire pit area where some long sun lounges sat.
"69?" Thomas suggested, laying sexily on one of the lounges as Finn got in position and wasted no time returning the favour and tasted Thomas's tool, living the recurring dream he'd been having since they'd first met in the hospital.
The guys were so hornily charged it wasn't much longer before they were shooting down each other's throats amongst a soft chorus of "Mmmmmmmm's" and "Ommmmmmmmmmm's".
"I guess THE Thomas Forrester just swallowed your hot load too." Thomas joked as he kissed Finn. "Consider yourself special."
"The pleasure was all mine, getting spunked by you." Finn replied as he broke the kiss before quickly resuming it.
"OK doc, stop going all fan boy on me." Thomas replied. "And on that note, we better go inside." Thomas added, slapping Finn's ass as they swaggered back...
Back in the present:
Thomas didn't need to recall the boring part where he and Finn got dressed without getting caught as it was still another half hour after that when Steffy emerged from her sleep. Not that he had time to anyway as his tall mast of a cock was jizzing like a wayward fountain; spurting gooey goodness all over his bare, buff skin.
He was breathless as he picked up his phone and started texting Finn:
Need a sponge bath. STAT.
There was nothing else for Thomas to do but eagerly await Finn's arrival...