Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional and is not intended to imply anything about the celebrity soap-opera characters represented herein. Gay Male Celebrity Fiction
Nick Newman parked his beat-up old Ranger pickup in the Genoa City Athletic Club parking-lot, and entered the building. The receptionist waved him on through, and Nick headed for the men's locker-room. Nick was feeling awfully down and depressed, and he was hoping that a vigorous workout would revive his spirits. Just that morning he'd received a message on his answering-machine from his Dad's secretary that his application for a $ 50,000 loan from Newman Enterprises had been rejected, no reason given. His Dad, old Victor Newman, was Genoa City's resident billionaire, and $ 50,000 was just pocket-change to him. And yet it was Nick's last chance to save his beloved bar, The Underground, from bankruptcy. The Genoa City Board of Health had given Nick a list of deficiencies that needed to be corrected in order to bring The Underground up to code, and Nick badly needed the money to do the renovations that were necessary. The bar was more than just a business for Nick. He'd poured his heart and soul into establishing it. He and his son Noah had worked side-by-side to operate it, and they'd formed a close father-son bond over running the business. It had been hard work, but it was worth it. Now Noah was gone, departed for parts unknown overseas. The Underground was all that Nick, now in his mid-forties, had left. And now The Underground, too, was going to be lost. Another failed business, with nothing to show for it. Nick had had a strained relationship with his controlling and dictatorial father all his life, and had defied his father by refusing any role in the operation of Newman Enterprises, the business that his father had single-handedly founded. Victor Newman was reputed to be a crooked and devious business magnate, and none of this appealled to Nick, who hoped to find his own way in the world. Nick disliked wearing a shirt-and-tie, and he'd always felt a strong need to assert his independence from his old man. But he'd always treated the old man respectfully, and endeavored to maintain a civil relationship with him. But somehow, none of Nick's own business ventures had achieved any success, and now with this latest failure, he was at the end of his rope, and he just didn't know what to do.
In the locker-room, Nick took off his sweatshirt and dungarees, and changed into a worn and faded blue teeshirt, old gray gymshorts, and beat-up black Converse sneakers, his regular workout outfit. He entered the weightroom, and began to lift. He had the place all to himself, as it was a slow day at the Athletic Club. Nick spent about an hour lifting, followed by a cardio workout. He was just about to head for the hot-tub to soak his weary muscles when another patron entered the workout room. Nick was surprised to see that it was his much younger half-brother Adam, recently returned to town after an absence of several years. Adam had left Genoa City rather suddenly, under mysterious circumstances, following a furious kerfuffle with his Dad, old Victor Newman. But Adam had somehow worked his way back into his father's good graces, and had recently begun working as an up-and-coming young executive at the family business. Adam had parked his brand-new blazing red Infiniti out in the lot (splashing mud onto Nick's rusty old Ranger), changed out of his crisp new shirt and tie, and put on his gleaming white spandex tanktop, black Adidas gymshorts, and expensive Nike athletic-shoes. Adam was in his mid-twenties, and his deceased mother was one of old Victor's many mistresses. Adam had grown up in a distant city, and he and Nick weren't close. The little contact they'd had when Adam first came to town several years ago hadn't been very friendly. Nick bitterly resented the way that his younger brother had managed to impress their father with his business acumen, and Adam had a distinct talent for devious business deals that the old man actually admired.
But Nick was too down-and-out today to get into any sort of confrontation with his arrogant kid brother, and all he did was to nod hello. Adam grinned back, and remarked "How's it going, bro ? Too bad about your loan application. Guess that it's the end of the line for your bar, but that's the way it goes." Adam shoved past Nick, heading over to the exercise-machines.
Nick stood for a moment in stunned silence. Then he burst out "Wait just a minute there Adam. How do you know about my loan-application ? That was confidential business between Dad and me.............!"
Adam looked back over his shoulder, and a smirk appeared on his handsome face. "I'm sorry, bro. Guess we forgot to tell you. Father's promoted me to Junior CEO at Newman now. Actually, it was me who rejected your application. Really felt bad about it, but I have to look at what's good for Newman. That dilapidated old bar of yours is just an eyesore, and wasn't a good investment. No offense, but you just don't have what it takes to be a successful businessman, Nick, anyone can see that. The sooner it gets torn down, the better. But don't worry, I'll help you out, bro. The Cleaning & Maintenance Dept. has an opening for a night-shift janitor to wash and buff the hallways. I think you could handle that, so I'm going to put in a good word for you with Dad at our meeting tomorrow morning."
Nick could hardly believe what he'd just heard. Taking a deep breath, he struggled to retain his composure. "Adam, The Underground is all I've got left. It means the world to Noah and myself. We built that place up from nothing, and I know it's not fancy, but we turned it into a nice, friendly little neighborhood bar. All we need is a loan to bring it up to code. We'll pay you back with intrest."
Adam had sat down at the lifting-machine, and had begun his fitness routine. He glanced at Nick, and laughed sarcastically. "You may as well forget it, bro. You and your loser son aren't ever going to amount to anything. Now please don't interrupt me. I've got a business dinner scheduled in a couple of hours with a client who's preparing to make a major investment in the lot that your decrepit old bar is standing on. We're going to put up a new casino and make some real money. And I need to get my workout in, I haven't got much spare time these days. Bye."
For a few seconds, Nick was speechless with anger, as what the young executive had just said to him sunk in. Nick and Adam had never been brotherly or warm. But never in his wildest dreams had he expected this kind of malicious treachery from his younger brother. Exploding in rage, Nick strode over to the lifting-machine, grasped the back of Adam's tanktop, yanked him off the machine, and put him up against the wall. "You think me and Noah are losers ? I'm going to slap some respect into you, and show you who's a loser." Startled by Nick's vehement fury, Adam instantly responded by attempting to throw a sucker-punch at his older brother. Nick had been in his share of bar-fights, and anticipated the punch. He grabbed Adam's arm with his left hand, and with his right he landed a solid jab right into the young CEO's midsection. Adam gasped and collapsed onto the weight-room floor. Nick reached down, seized Adam by his hair, and hauled him to his feet.
"Let go of me, you jerk" muttered Adam. "I'm telling Dad about what you just did. He'll make sure your frigging worthless old bar gets torn down asap !" Nick, now in a rampage, put his cocky younger brother in a headlock and began to walk him toward the locker-room. Adam struggled to break free, so Nick tightened his headlock into a chokehold. Adam stopped struggling as his face began to turn purple, and Nick dragged him into the locker-room. Sitting down on the bench that separated the rows of lockers, Nick heaved Adam up and stretched him out across his knees.
"You want to act like a punk ?" he shouted. "Okay, then, I'm going to treat you like a punk !" With his muscular left arm, Nick encircled Adam's lean young body, pinning him tightly, and yanked his new Adidas gymshorts down around his knees. Nick raised his powerful right arm high, then brought his open hand down with a resounding smack on Adam's firm, round, naked butt.
Adam hollered at the impact. "What do you think you're dong, asshole ? Just wait, I'll have Dad get the Board of Health to condemn your shit-hole bar this afternoon !" Adam tried to break free. But he was no match for his brawny older sibling, who held him firmly in place around the waist. Adam tried to kick, but the gymshorts around his ankles kept him hobbled.
A grin appeared on Nick's face. "Now you're going to get something you've been deserving for a long time." Nick proceeded to administer a severe spanking, pounding hard as he could on Adam's arse, while the young businessman howled in pain. Adam twisted and struggled, trying to break free, but Nick held him tightly, controlling him and pressing his body down hard against his lap. Nick could now feel Adam's sizable woody pressing against his own thighs, which made him even more excited, and he pounded even harder. Growing concerned that Adam's frantic yelling would attract attention, Nick slid his hand under Adam's tanktop and across his smooth, tanned, sixpacked abs, until he felt his brother's right nipple. Nick gave it a hard squeeze, followed by a twist. Adam screamed in agony as Nick repeated the process with his left nipple. "Shut up and quit bawling" Nick said "otherwise I'm going to twist them right off."
Nick resumed beating on Adam's naked butt, which had now turned as red as his Infiniti. Adam ceased screeching and struggling, but after awhile he began to sob and moan. Nick scooped up an old sock from the locker-room floor and stuffed it into Adam's mouth, muffling his groans. Nick continued to thrash the hapless young executive for another half-hour or so, but eventually his arm began to ache. Adam, exhausted, had quit struggling and was now gasping for breath through his gag. Nick pulled the sock out of his mouth. Nick then grabbed Adam by the hair and roughly jerked his head back. "I hope you've learned a lesson. From now on I don't ever want to hear any lip out of you again. And you're to do exactly as you're told. Understand ?"
Adam nodded his head meekly.
"Forget the loan application" said Nick in a stern voice, as he once again jerked Adam's head back as far as it would go. "What I want now is a $ 100,000 no strings-attached gift from the old man's business.........And I want it this afternoon.......UNDERSTAND ?"
"Yes sir" whined Adam, thoroughly subdued.
"And whatever junior CEO shit ideas you've got, I want you to run them past me first.........before the old man hears about them..........is that understood ?" Nick commanded.
"Yes sir, whatever you say" Adam whimpered in a choked-up voice.
Nick released his grip, hauled Adam to his feet, pinned his arms behind his back, and frog-marched him over to the rear door, which opened out onto the parking-lot. "Now clean that mud off my truck. I want it spic and span in half an hour." Placing his foot against Adam's sore buttocks, Nick kicked Adam out the door onto the blacktop. Nick smiled quietly to himself as he headed to the hot-tub. All his depression gone, and feeling cheerful and confident, he realized it had turned out to be a just wonderful day after all.
This story is fictional and isn't intended to imply anything about the Young and Restless soap-opera characters depicted herein.