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Lucky tossed and turned in uneasy slumber, his body left unsatisfied by Jason's abrupt departure, his mind still reeling with desire, loneliness and regret. He drifted off, hoping to drown out his thoughts, and his frustrations, with sleep. He didn't want to focus on the fact that for the fourth year in a row, he'd be spending Christmas away from the one person he loved.

As always, however, sleep brought Lucky more anxiety than tranquility. He pressed his head into the pillow, trying to ignore that voice in his head, the one that haunted his thoughts, conscious and unconscious.

The ghost of Christmas past.

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One year ago

He'd been hard for days, it seemed. George's lesson for the month involved Lucky maintaining his erection for longer and longer periods of time, without coming. Success was met with reward; failure, with punishment.

Punishment was usually a severe whipping.

So was the reward.

But it was Christmas, and Lucky had been promised a different kind of prize. George had been gone for a couple of days, but he was due back tonight. Lucky sighed in the darkness, wondering how on earth he could actually be looking forward to his tormentor's return.

But the truth was that Lucky needed George now. Because George held the key to whatever relief Lucky was allowed, to any sanity Lucky managed to maintain. Without George's presence, there was nothing for Lucky to concentrate on except the sheer misery of his existence, the mistakes he'd made. The sins he'd committed.

When George was there, Lucky didn't have to think about any of that. He didn't think at all really, not anymore. He had been trained, and had adapted his mind and his will, to surrender to George's domination. When he was alone, the idea of serving George sickened him. When he was with George, it compelled him. It was his life now - allowing George to debase him, to punish him, to use him, as atonement for what Lucky had allowed himself to become.

So after two days of trying as hard as possible not to think about George and the complete control he exerted over his life, Lucky was anticipating George's return, so he could stop living inside his head, and start giving it again.

Because though Lucky's mind and will still sometimes rebelled against George's power, his body was addicted to it. He craved sex and punishment now - more than food or water. He needed to feel the crack of George's whip, the invasion of his cock, the slap of his hand.

Lucky struggled against the chains he was held in, grateful that George had at least left him in light restraints. Only his hands and feet were bound. Every hour, on the hour, his right hand was released. If Lucky's erection was gone, his ass was whipped for five minutes and he was given one minute to arouse himself again, or he was even more severely whipped.

If his erection was still full, then he was whipped on his cock, and allowed to massage it for two minutes, then he was re-shackled.

The clock struck ten - Lucky was still fully aroused. He closed his eyes as soon as the lights came on. Someone entered, and Lucky prepared himself to feel the sting of the whip on his cock and balls.

"Aah, Lucas, you have not disappointed me on this special day. I am so pleased," George praised, running his hand along Lucky's hard prick.

He had returned, as promised. Forcing his eyes open to a squint, Lucky was greeted with a proud smile from his tormentor.

"Would you like me to do the honors myself?"

"Yes, sir, please," Lucky gasped, hating himself for his submission but craving the touch of the whip.

George did not disappoint, reddening Lucky's already throbbing dick with ten lashes of the crop. He unchained Lucky's right hand, but then gently massaged Lucky's aching organ himself.

"Merry Christmas, Lucas," he said softly. Lucky leaned his head back, enjoying the touch of someone else's hand. He took in a sharp breath, stopping himself from coming as George continued to stroke him. "I told you I would bring you something, my pet." Lucky looked at him hopefully, ready to explode. "Not yet," George warned, pulling his hand from Lucky's arousal. "Not until you receive my gift."

Lucky was disappointed when George unhanded him and presented a soiled condom. But he immediately opened his mouth to suck it clean, as he had been trained to do.

"No, no - you must wait for your treat, Lucas. You may clean it as you watch this," George clicked the video monitor on. "I want you to see where your precious gift came from," he leered.

As the picture came into focus, George cackled gleefully. He reveled in the look of disgust and anger on his prisoner's face, as Lucky watched his brother, Nikolas Cassadine, and his first love, Elizabeth Webber, feverishly fuck each other, unaware that their every movement, whimper and moan was being recorded.

"It has been a long time since we've visited with them. As you can see, they still enjoy one another immensely. And though he doesn't quite have your stamina, the prince does put Miss Webber through her paces."

Lucky felt a stabbing pain in his heart as Nikolas climaxed on camera, thrusting himself in and out of Elizabeth, securing his own release seemingly without regard to hers.

His brother finally rolled off of her, his cock still semi-erect as he shed the soaked condom, tossing it into a wastebasket near the bed.

"He is every inch the prince," George fawned. "But do not fret, I believe Elizabeth does reach her own climax later on. Not before this, however..."

The tape was fast forwarded, and Lucky winced again, seeing Elizabeth kneeling in front of Nikolas. George stilled the tape on the image of Elizabeth on her knees, Nikolas' dick in her mouth.

"Now, you may drink," George commanded. "You will taste his semen, just as his betrothed does. I know how much you once wished to share everything with her," he cruelly derided.

"You call this a gift?" Lucky balked, drawing a swift, sharp slap from George.

"You are owed nothing, Lucas. You know that. You are a slave here, nothing more. Out of the kindness of my heart, I have allowed you to have this opportunity - not only to taste the royal seed of your prince, whose family now owns you, but also the juices of the woman who once pledged herself to you, the woman you were never man enough to protect or claim for yourself."

Lucky lowered his head in shame as George struck another lash against his red, raw erection. Seeing Nikolas and Elizabeth's erotic encounter had pushed him to the edge. But his angry outburst would cost him.

George shackled his right hand again, allowing Lucky enough leeway to hold the condom, but not to stroke himself.

"Drink!" George commanded, unpausing the videotape.

Lucky complied, shoving the condom into his mouth. His stomach turned as the first taste hit his tongue, pungent and cold like old vomit mixed with the taste of latex. He focused on the video instead of the bitter flavor filling his mouth. Elizabeth was moaning as her head bobbed up and down on his brother's rigid dick. Lucky drained the contents of the condom, rolling it on his tongue then sucking it clean as he watched Elizabeth swallow Nikolas' release. As it slid down his throat, he gagged on his brother's cum, on the utter degradation of being forced to clean a condom Nikolas had worn to fuck Elizabeth.

He wanted to scream, but all he did was swallow.

When Lucky was done, George removed the condom from his mouth and tightened the chains on his wrists, then whipped Lucky's ass and cock. By the time he finished, there was a puddle of precum pooling at Lucky's feet.

"I was planning to allow you to climax," George revealed, fondling the whip in his hands. Lucky's chest rose and fell, his head bent forward, his dick staring up at him - still longing for more. "But you know I cannot tolerate such outbursts, Lucas. I will give you some time alone to devise an apology. I am sure you will be putting that sharp tongue of yours to better use when I return."

Taking a step back, George held up the condom. "Very good, by the way," he nodded approvingly at Lucky's cleansing job. "Now I can wear this tonight when I take you, Lucas. And you will enjoy it all over again before you finally come."

The promise of relief made Lucky ache for it all the more. "Thank you for my present," Lucky replied, hoping to make up for his earlier mistake. Instead he was quickly backhanded.

George gripped his young pupil's chin, making Lucky face him. He waited for the proper response, which he knew sickened Lucky even more than the filthy condom had.

Lucky obediently complied, belatedly choking out the final word George was looking for, "Thank you for my present, Master."

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Lucky awoke with a start, groaning as he felt the blood rushing to his groin, his prick once again throbbing with a familiar, haunting ache, one that only George and Jason could arouse in him.

He hated himself for linking the two men in his mind that way, in any way at all. Over the past months, Jason had replaced George in Lucky's thoughts. Not completely, but enough so that Lucky had begun to feel alive again.

All that changed after that night at the Battering Ram, and now Lucky's mind and body were as conflicted and confused as ever.

'Please, I need you,' he silently willed Jason's return. He closed his eyes and reached down to stroke himself, pumping his fist hard. "Damn you," he cursed as he approached a swift, rough climax, then stopped himself, hearing Jason's voice admonishing him not to come.

Or was it George's?

'No, no, no - they are not the same!' Lucky reminded himself. He refused to fall into George's trap by equating Jason's tender control, which Lucky compelled, to George's sadistic domination, which Lucky despised. He chose to surrender to Jason, of his own free will. George had taken him by destroying his soul.

There is a difference, Lucky told himself. Then he looked down at his slick, throbbing prick and wondered, were George here right now, if he would willingly submit anyway, just for the sake of sexual release.

He growled in frustration, throwing back the covers and jumping out of bed, his long, thin frame lit by the moonlight, his bobbing dick reflected on the flickering TV screen. He looked around the room, listening in vain for the sound of Jason's voice.

He grabbed the remote that he had earlier tossed on the floor. Plopping back down on the bed, he flipped through the channels absently, trying to focus on the mind-numbing selection of cheerful Christmas Eve programming, all in an effort to ignore his ever-present erection and his complete isolation.

"I had to act quickly. That's why I jumped in. I knew if I were drowning, you'd try to save me. You see you did, and that's how I saved you..."

As George Bailey indulged his guardian angel, Lucky clicked off the TV.

"Just what I need to think about - what life would have been like if I'd never been born," he muttered.

He contemplated getting dressed and fleeing this place. He could be somewhere else right now, giving his family some peace of mind. His body had healed enough that he could leave, if he wanted to. But it probably wasn't safe. And there was really nowhere he wanted to be. The one person he wanted to celebrate with was spending Christmas with his wife and child.

Lucky settled back against the pillows and closed his eyes. A soft thud from outside made him start, and his eyes sprang open. He listened quietly, and heard it again. This time he sat up, his pulse quickening. The next thump was followed by a loud moaning groan.

Instantly, he was out of bed and reaching for a pair of pants, then some boots. His body ached, sore and stiff from abuse and disuse, but he had to find out who or what was outside. He threw on a heavy coat from the closet. Exiting the bedroom, he approached the front door warily, alert and cautious, expecting the worst.

But what he saw when he slid open the hatch on the door scope made him pause. Was it an apparition, or a Christmas miracle?

He watched for a couple of minutes, absorbing the view. Maybe Santa had paid him a visit after all...

"Ah-ha! Yeah!" Zander roared as the missile hit its mark, this time leaving a patch of icy mush clinging to the bark of a nearby tree. A worn pair of denim jeans hugged tight against his ass as he bent over, scooping up another pile of snow in his numb hands.

"Nice."

The voice startled the hell out of him. Zander stood up and spun around in the darkness, clutching the snowball in his hand. He wasn't expecting to encounter anyone. In fact, he was beginning to think the place was empty. Obviously he'd been mistaken. And a bit too loud.

Lucky wore a cocky smile as he caught the chagrined look on the guard's face.

"Hey," Zander coolly nodded, lobbing the packed snow from one chilled hand to the other as he confronted the smug-looking, blue-eyed stranger. At least he finally knew what he was guarding.

"Man, it's cold out here," Lucky noted, rubbing his hands together, then blowing on them.

"Yeah," Zander nodded. "I'm gonna freeze my butt off."

"Well, we can't have that," Lucky grinned. The sexy, suggestive smile disarmed and discombobulated Zander, who stumbled in the snow. "You all right?" Lucky asked warmly, his voice now drenched with concern instead of come-on. He'd made his point.

"Yeah, yeah - I'm fine," Zander assured, kicking at a patch of ice. "It's hard to see the slippery spots in the dark."

"Those sneakers probably don't help."

"Yeah, I know. Not exactly made for the snow," Zander acknowledged. He looked past the stranger, into the cozy, inviting house behind him, then reminded himself that this was an outside job.

"You want to come in?" Lucky offered, reading his mind.

"Nah - I can't," Zander demurred, turning and hurling his ball of melting ice into the moonlit woods. "I'm supposed to stay out here."

"And do what? Guard the place?" Lucky scoffed, causing Zander to bristle. "No offense, man, but what are you going to do if you see someone - pelt them with snow?"

"If I have to," Zander countered as he turned back to face the criticism, but his argument was undercut by the impact of Lucky's direct hit - a snowball in the center of Zander's chest.

"Hey, no fair!" he protested with a shocked laugh, bending down to re-arm himself.

Lucky took advantage of the opportunity to appraise the young guard's build, the way his jeans, wet from the snow, clung to his body. He didn't recognize the guard as one of Sonny's regulars. 'He can't be much older than me,' Lucky observed.

"Gotcha!" Zander gloated as he lobbed a fresh missile at Lucky, who immediately snapped into action, climbing down the stairs and hurling a return volley Zander's way.

The two young men exchanged fire. Despite Lucky's injuries, Zander was no match for him. One last furious flurry of snowballs, and Zander was knocked to the ground, again.

"Come on, give me a break," Zander laughed, pleading for mercy, still flat on his back. "I'm from Florida. I've never done this before."

"You mean, this is your first time?" Lucky drawled, approaching the prone guard slowly. Even in the darkness, Lucky could tell Zander was blushing. "So you've never..."

"No, no, I've never had a snowball fight before," he hastily completed Lucky's thought. "So, okay," he put his hands up. "You win. I surrender."

"You sure you want to do that? Don't you want to negotiate terms?" Lucky asked pointedly, reaching his hand down to help the guard up.

"Why? What are you gonna do to me?" Zander joked uneasily, taking Lucky's hand. A wary jolt ran through him as soon as he felt the warmth of Lucky's grasp. As soon as he was on his feet, he pulled his hand away, unsettled by the fire in Lucky's eyes, and the sudden heat in the cold night air.

"Well, I won, so I guess that makes you my prisoner," Lucky teased. "And you know what they say. To the victor..."

Zander looked at him blankly.

"Goes the spoils," Lucky finished.

"Spoils?" Zander was perplexed.

"Relax, it's not an insult," Lucky smiled, both reassuring and re-alarming Zander. "I'm a benevolent winner. Why don't you come inside, and you can thank me for saving your ass."

Living Room

"That was fast," Zander praised, as Lucky sparked a roaring fire in no time. "Let me guess - you were a Boy Scout?"

Lucky chuckled at the notion.

"Camp Fire Boy?"

"Is there even such a thing?"

"I wouldn't know," Zander shook his head.

"So you weren't a Boy Scout either?" Lucky raised an eyebrow.

"Not exactly," Zander lingered awkwardly in the entryway, certain he shouldn't be here, inside; equally sure there was no way he could leave the warmth now. Outside, a new blanket of snow had started to fall.

"Don't just stand there, man," Lucky waved his hand in a welcoming motion. "Come on in."

Zander reluctantly obeyed, inching his way into the small, intimate living room.

"Here, this will warm you up." Zander regarded the shot glass skeptically. "Well, I could make some hot chocolate, but this will do the trick much faster, and more effectively," Lucky explained, downing his own double.

Zander shrugged and swallowed the fiery liquid, which had an instantaneous warming effect. Lucky smiled knowingly, then reached up to remove Zander's denim jacket.

"You need to get out of these wet clothes," he smoothly declared. Sensing Zander's unease at their sudden closeness, Lucky moved off, placing the soaked jacket on a nearby chair. "I'll go get some dry stuff for you. Be right back."

Zander tentatively moved further into the room. He couldn't sit down, or he'd get the furniture all wet. But the warmth of the fire was irresistible, and he finally gave in, warming his hands and feet near the flames.

Lucky smiled as he returned to the room, observing the guard's firelit profile. His lean frame still glistened with wet snow, and his eyes sparkled alluringly. Lucky fought the urge to lick the tiny droplets of moisture forming on his square jaw, then to tear the guard's wet pants down and attack his unsuspecting cock.

"Something wrong?" Zander asked, snapping Lucky out of his erotic fantasy.

"No, no," Lucky quickly recovered. "Just trying to figure out if these will fit."

Zander nervously eyed the selection of garments. "You know what - I'm fine," he insisted. "There's no need for all of that. Look, I'm warming up already."

"What are you going to do - stand there until you dry off?" Lucky chided. "Just put this stuff on, then you can sit down and relax."

"I guess you're right," Zander hesitantly agreed. He was tired, and the couch certainly looked inviting. He turned away from Lucky and peeled off his sweatshirt, then began to unbutton his shirt, taking it off and hanging it on the edge of the mantel.

"Wow, you really are from Florida," Lucky laughed, strolling over to remove the shirt, which was dangling perilously close to the flames. Lucky snatched it and tossed it into the hallway.

"Hey, that was my shirt," Zander began to protest, but he stopped as he felt Lucky's eyes roaming his naked chest.

Lucky swallowed hard at the sight of Zander's smooth, unmarred body. He and the guard were about the same age, height and weight - on the outside, they looked like peers. But Lucky knew that his own scars ran deeper than just the cuts and bruises on his body; they marked his very soul.

Maybe Zander had a few scars of his own - Lucky didn't know. The guy did work for Sonny, so he probably hadn't led an easy life. But he didn't seem haunted or traumatized or beaten down. He was young and alive, strong and sexy.

For a moment, Lucky wanted to be him. But he knew that was impossible. He'd have to settle for having him, instead.

"Nice abs," Lucky praised, continuing to shamelessly survey Zander's bare chest. "And no tanline, at least not that I can see." He grinned mischievously, and Zander blushed a deep red.

"I think maybe I should go back outside," Zander stammered. "I'm not sure this is such a good ide..." he gasped as Lucky leaned in and flicked his tongue over his right nipple. Lucky felt Zander's body tremble, and he pressed himself into the guard, who immediately jerked away, retreating a few feet.

Zander ducked behind an armchair, his hands gripping the back of the seat, grateful for the barricade between him and his friendly host.

Lucky suppressed a grin, certain that Zander's attachment to the chair had more to do with hiding his erection than keeping himself safe. Though he was a bit out of practice, Lucky had seduced his share of men. Jason was the last man who had fallen for Lucky's charms. He could tell all those months ago that Jason wanted him. And he could tell that Zander felt the same stirring now.

Lucky pushed the image of Jason from his mind. Zander was here with him - on Jason's orders, no less. Jason had left him, alone and lonely and needing relief. Relief that was trying very hard not to look him in the eye.

"I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm not like that," Zander breathed, looking anywhere but at Lucky.

"You didn't like that?" Lucky pretended to misunderstand as he slowly moved closer. Zander now found himself unable to turn away from Lucky's sensuous blue gaze. He couldn't utter a word as Lucky continued his advance.

"I think you did," Lucky slowly smiled. He pushed the chair aside, taking in Zander's arousal, now straining against his wet jeans.

There was no denying the obvious. He swallowed hard as Lucky moved even closer, reaching out to trace a finger along the bulging denim. Zander suddenly longed for the wintry chill again, anything to cool down the revealing way his body was reacting. “I shouldn’t…” he began to say something, but his thoughts clouded.

“You should,” Lucky argued, grazing his finger along the zipper and undoing it without any further words of protest from his guest. He peeled the jeans down Zander's trembling body as he sank to his knees and engulfed the guard’s prick.

The sudden attack took him by surprise and Zander nearly keeled over, his body shuddering from the sensuous, sensational tongue-lashing Lucky was lavishing on his cock. Afraid of losing his balance under the overpowering assault, Zander pressed his hands into Lucky's shoulders and instinctively began thrusting himself in and out of Lucky's willing mouth.

Lucky's own arousal increased with the rhythm of Zander's strokes. He reached into his pants and began to pump himself. As he closed his eyes, his mind flashed to his earlier encounter with Jason - he remembered Jason's hand covering his own, his cock filling Lucky's ass as they each neared their peak, only to stop short.

Lucky groaned at the memory. But this moment would be different. He was in control now, and he would suck this guy's cock until he came. And then his grateful guard would reciprocate. Lucky pushed aside any trace of guilt by imagining where Jason was at the moment - probably in the master suite at the Morgan penthouse, with his cock buried deep in Carly's pussy.

Jason had to be with his family, Lucky couldn't really argue that. But then Jason couldn't expect Lucky to just wait for him, alone and lonely on Christmas Eve. Lucky had every right to his own satisfaction, his own friends. The guard's satisfied moans and frantic thrusts let Lucky know he'd made at least one tonight.

"Shit, yeah," Zander exclaimed, losing all inhibitions, as well as his load. He watched as Lucky swallowed hungrily, draining him completely, then licked him clean.

"I told you I'd warm you up," Lucky gloated before rising to his feet again, and walking out of the room.

Zander's brain was foggy as he came down from the incredible sexual high Lucky had just given him. He fumbled to pull up his pants, which were tangled around his ankles. "Hey, where are you going?" he called out as Lucky disappeared down the hallway.

"To bed," Lucky replied matter-of-factly. "You coming?"

Zander stopped short in the living room, trying to zip up his still-soaked jeans. He looked down at his dick, which was already beginning to twitch again. He gazed out the window to the cold, snowy night, then remembered the heat and fire of Lucky's hands and mouth.

"Right behind you..."

Bedroom

Zander hesitated in the doorway. He had followed the trail of Lucky's discarded clothing to this spot. The room was almost completely dark, but Zander could make out Lucky's form on the bed. "C'mere," Lucky invited, pulling down the covers and patting the mattress, revealing the silhouette of his own naked body and prominent erection.

Zander took a deep breath before shedding his jeans and climbing onto the bed. Lucky covered him with the blankets, and waited while Zander tried to get comfortable.

"This is nice," he mumbled awkwardly.

"Yeah, it is," Lucky agreed, sliding his hand over Zander's renewed arousal. Zander gasped, electrified once again by Lucky's touch. He shifted his body so that he was resting on his side, looking into Lucky's blue eyes, mesmerized by the desire and determination he saw in them.

Lucky continued to stroke Zander, enjoying the way the guard's body willingly surrendered to every move he made. This was obviously not a new area of exploration for either of them. In contrast to the guard's earlier hesitation, there was certainly no sign of reluctance now. Zander closed his eyes, warmed by the soft, down bedding and the blood coursing through his body, running straight to his dick. Lucky smiled as the guard's face relaxed in hazy satisfaction. He bent down and smothered Zander's mouth with a bold kiss, parting his lips easily, stroking the guard's tongue with his own.

Lucky continued to toy with Zander's tongue and dick, expertly working the guard up to full arousal.

"Fuck, yeah, I'm gonna come," Zander rasped.

Lucky abruptly stopped, pulling back and leaving the guard breathless. "I don't think so," he teased. He lay his head back and stretched his arms, gripping the headboard. Zander's eyes were drawn to the ring on Lucky's left nipple. "Time for my reward for beating and then saving your ass," Lucky smiled, glancing to his own throbbing prick.

"I didn't think anyone was that nice a winner," Zander joked, looking down at Lucky's impressive arousal. He knew exactly what Lucky wanted - he wanted it, too. Obligingly, Zander reached down to Lucky's pulsating organ. He felt the precum oozing at the tip and squeezed it into his hand, using it to lather Lucky's dick as he pumped him.

"Don't worry, you'll come again," Lucky promised. "As soon as you suck me dry."

Lucky was enjoying the unique opportunity of giving the sexual orders for a change. And Zander was compelled by Lucky's commanding tone, and his actions. He pushed Zander's face down to his crotch. "Open your mouth," he ordered, and Zander did, gagging on the length as Lucky pushed his dick in. He waited a few seconds for the guard to adjust, then began thrusting himself in and out of Zander's mouth, pushing the guy's head down whenever he felt Zander pull back.

"Yeah, that's it," Lucky praised, running his hand through Zander's hair as he continued to thrust forcefully. After a few minutes, Lucky pulled out.

"Suck my balls," he directed, and Zander complied, trailing his tongue along Lucky's heavy sac, then licking the underside of Lucky's penis, outlining every bump and curve along the shaft. He reached the tip and circled it with his lips, gently sucking on the head. He lowered his mouth as far down Lucky's length as he could, and drew back, then repeated the motion, managing to go a little further each time.

Zander was amazed at Lucky's resistance. He felt like he was ready to come again himself, but Lucky was still rock hard and holding on.

"Tell me to come," he heard Lucky whisper breathlessly.

"What?" Zander asked, drawing back.

"Are you ready - can you take me?"

"I think so," Zander nodded.

"Then tell me to come," Lucky repeated desperately. He needed to come so badly, but his body wouldn't allow it yet. He was trained to wait for the order, so he did.

Zander was a little thrown by Lucky's anxious tone. He had been in total control up to this point. Assuming Lucky was just preparing him, he went along, grateful for the warning. "Come now, give it to me," he whispered, lowering his mouth to Lucky's cock and taking almost all of it in.

Lucky's body finally surrendered to the command, wincing as he erupted in a powerful orgasm, shooting load after load into Zander's mouth. Zander tried to swallow it all, but he couldn't. Finally the flow tapered off and Lucky pulled back with one last, low, almost painful moan. Zander was surprised, and totally turned on, when Lucky sank against him, capturing his mouth in a long kiss, then licking the overflow cum from his chin and neck.

After a few more minutes of intense kissing, Lucky closed his eyes and lowered his head to the pillows, falling onto his back next to the guard, trying to regain his breath. Zander rested his head on Lucky's chest, intrigued once again by the glint of the gold nipple ring.

He tugged at it playfully while he gently bit down on the other nipple. Lucky was jolted out of his orgasmic haze, and his dick hardened immediately as Zander played with his nipples. They still felt bruised and sore from the punishing abuse George had inflicted on them for the last few weeks. The slightest touch sent Lucky into a mixture of agony and ecstasy.

Zander was amazed as Lucky's cock sprang to almost-full erection, but Lucky's sharp groans caused him to hesitate.

"No, don't stop," Lucky insisted, addicted to the dull ache. He closed his eyes and pushed Zander's head back down to his chest. "Suck on them." Zander obliged, running his tongue over Lucky's nipple, gently at first, then more forcefully as Lucky moaned in agony and gratitude. Zander twirled his finger through the golden hoop and pulled on it, bringing Lucky to complete, burning arousal.

Zander didn't know it, of course, but Lucky's body was programmed to react to such harsh stimulation. Jason loved to tease him that way; George relished torturing him similarly. And now Zander's ministrations had the conditioned effect - Lucky was fully erect and desperate for release.

Zander sat up, observing the look of pleasure and pain on Lucky's face. His eyes had adjusted to the dwindling firelight illuminating the room, and he slowly took in Lucky's body, from head to toe. The guy had a beautiful face - pale, smooth skin, full, red lips and dazzling blue eyes. Lean, muscular legs, a long, thick cock, standing at attention. Zander's eyes then made their way up Lucky's abdomen to his chest, and he noticed the deep cut and dark bruises for the first time.

"What the hell happened to you?" Zander softly questioned, reaching out to run his hand gently over Lucky's chest, intrigued by the map of bumps and marks, some faded and some fresh.

Lucky just shook his head, refusing to open his eyes to meet Zander's gaze, waiting for the guard to pull away. He tried to turn his body away, but Zander's gentle probing compelled him to lie still.

"This is why I'm guarding you, isn’t it - to make sure whoever did this doesn't come back to hurt you?" he surmised, continuing his tentative exploration. Lucky just nodded, alarming Zander nonetheless. "Then I should be outside, on watch."

"It doesn't matter," Lucky said in resignation. "When they want me, they'll get me. You can't stop them; nobody can." His dire assertion was tempered as Zander continued to stroke his battered chest. The affectionate petting was comforting; Lucky hadn't expected this sort of reaction. It was calming him, and keeping him aroused. "I understand if you want to go back out there, but I'd rather have you in here, with me," he persuaded.

Zander was torn. He knew Sonny and Jason would be furious with him for leaving his post, but he also knew he was likely no match for the kind of enemies they had. He looked out the window - the snow was coming down much harder and faster now. It was approaching midnight, almost Christmas day. And Zander didn't want to be alone, either.

He slowly slid his hand down to Lucky's still-solid erection, which matched his own.

"Well, I am a Florida boy," he conceded. "I'll take heat over ice, every time."

"Really?" Lucky smiled back, enjoying this easy, unexpected closeness. He pushed Zander back on the mattress and lowered his mouth to the guard's prick. "Let's see just how much heat you can handle."

As soon as Zander felt Lucky engulf his prick, he knew he'd made the right choice. Freezing his ass off in the snow, or getting his rocks off in a nice, warm bed? The choice was clear.

He'd had his share of men and women, but nothing had ever felt as good as this guy's mouth on his dick. Zander pushed himself in and out with abandon, marveling at the ease with which Lucky took him. He began to pump harder, pushing himself further down Lucky's throat, feeling his balls slap against his chin. He reached down and grabbed onto the nipple ring again.

“Ah!” Lucky gasped as the pain shot through his sensitive flesh. His own erection ached for release, but he continued feasting on Zander's cock. For every tug and twist of the ring, Lucky lavished equal force and attention to Zander, squeezing his balls, grazing his tongue along the guard's throbbing shaft, gently nipping at the oozing head of his cock.

"God, you are amazing," Zander breathed heavily. "Don't stop."

But Lucky did just that, drawing off Zander just as he was about to unload. Zander looked at Lucky helplessly as he pulled back, leaving the guard's dick wet and waiting.

"What's the matter?" Zander tried to figure out what was happening, and what he could do to get Lucky to finish the job. He knew he'd do anything.

Lucky didn't say a word. He just leaned on Zander's knees, pushing himself up and then settling down between Zander's spread thighs.

"I saved your ass, right?" he finally whispered. Zander just nodded, staring back at him. "Well, now, you're going to fuck mine." The events of the day, and the flashbacks of the night, combined with Zander's enthusiastic stimulation, had brought Lucky's cravings to a head. He needed to get off again, and he needed Zander's cock inside him, fucking him, to do it.

Zander was completely silent - in shock and anticipation. He had wanted to explode in Lucky's mouth, but the idea of ramming himself into Lucky's tight ass definitely had its appeal.

Lucky could sense both Zander's desire and his uncertainty. He leaned down to kiss the guard persuasively, then pulled back and slipped his finger into Zander's mouth, sliding it along his tongue, coaxing a smile from him. Lucky smiled back, then drew his dripping finger away and reached down, finding the guard's own crack. Without warning, Lucky thrust his finger into Zander's ass, jolting Zander's already-throbbing dick.

"Just a little taste of what I want you to give me," Lucky offered, gently probing Zander's hole with steady thrusts. Zander's breath was ragged as Lucky withdrew his finger, then grabbed hold of the guard's dick. He moved over his lap, straddling him.

Lucky rubbed the slick head of Zander's cock against his hole, and closed his eyes, licking his lips and imagining Jason teasing his ass, positioned to take him as he had been that afternoon. Slowly, he lowered himself, feeling the pressure build, stroking himself in anticipation.

"Wait a second," Zander managed to eke out before penetrating Lucky. "Shouldn't we use something..."

Zander's suddenly unfamiliar voice shocked Lucky out of his reverie. It wasn't Jason underneath him - it was the bodyguard. He pulled away quickly, sitting back down on the mattress, breathing unevenly.

Zander sat up, put his hands on Lucky's legs, gently massaging him. "I didn't mean to break the mood," he soothed. "I just..."

"No, it's okay, you're right," Lucky acknowledged. "You have to take care of yourself."

"Unfortunately, I didn't bring anything with me," Zander apologized. "I guess I wasn't expecting to get lucky."

Lucky smiled at the guard's unwitting pun, then jumped out of bed to head for the bathroom.

"Well, Jason's no Boy Scout, either, but there has to be a condom around here somewhere," he asserted confidently. "Don't move..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Zander folded his hands behind his head, closed his eyes and stretched his long lean frame. As his dick bobbed in the air, he smiled at what was to come - or more precisely, who was to come, and how. It had been a long time since anything non-chemically induced had gotten him so high. After a few minutes, he heard the bedroom door open and reached down to stroke his still-healthy erection. "I hope you found more than one, because we have all night, and I have a feeling I'm going to love fucking your ass..."

"Well, I'm not sure I'd actually enjoy it all that much," an unfamiliar voice responded.

"What the fuck..." Zander opened his eyes, staring at the stranger. "Who the hell are you?" he stammered, pulling the sheets up to cover himself.

"My name is Kevin Collins, and I'm here for Lucky," Kevin replied calmly, trying to assess the uncomfortable situation.

"Who?" Zander looked at Kevin in confusion.

"Lucky - Lucky Spencer - the person you must be....umm..." Kevin fumbled for the right verb.

"Guarding," Zander explained, drawing a curious smile from Lucky's visitor. Then suddenly the name clicked in his head. Lucky Spencer. "Oh shit, I knew he looked familiar," he muttered to himself, trying to get a grip on things. He'd seen news reports about Lucky's disappearance.

"I didn't know who he was," Zander began to explain. "I mean, I was just supposed to watch the house, not, you know..."

"Sleep with the house guest?" Kevin offered, chastising himself for enjoying the young man's awkward predicament. "Don't worry - I won't tell anyone," he assured Zander. "Now, why don't you direct me to Lucky."

Zander shot the guy a suspicious look. "Why don't you tell me who the hell you are first," he countered, finally remembering that he WAS indeed a bodyguard, and that this stranger could be the person he was supposed to be guarding against.

"Relax," Kevin assured him. "Jason knows I'm here. You don't have to worry." Zander continued to regard him suspiciously. "Call him, if you want," Kevin offered. "Perhaps he can explain this situation to the both of us."

Zander just lay back on the bed in defeat. “He’s in the bathroom,” he revealed. Kevin gave a nod and headed to the bathroom door as Zander berated himself for being caught off guard. If this guy wasn't who he said he was, then he and Lucky were both screwed.

~~~~~~~~~

"I'll be right there," Lucky snapped at the knock, irritated that his eager guard couldn't wait five minutes. Probably already shot his load, Lucky shrugged. He didn't know why he was stalling; he'd found the condoms right away. He could have gone right back out and gotten what he wanted, what he craved, what he needed.

But not who he loved.

"Fuck you," he spat, tossing the condoms at the mirror, cursing his own reflection, as well as his absent lover.

"That's the second offer I've had tonight," Kevin attempted a joke, picking up the box of condoms as he opened the door to the bathroom. "But I'm not sure Lucy would approve, never mind Jason. Not to mention the guy out there waiting in your bed."

Lucky took a deep breath and looked up, glaring at Kevin in the mirror. With the lights on and his ass exposed, Lucky could see Kevin’s eyes fall on his tattoo. He tried to read his reaction, but the doctor's clinical poker face didn‘t give anything away. But the near-humiliation only fueled Lucky’s ire.

"Come on, Doc," he quickly recovered. "It's Christmas. Time for peace on earth and goodwill towards men. Let me show you a little of what you keep coming back here for."

He turned around and held up his arms, allowing Kevin to see his naked body - his bruised chest, as well as his slick, aroused prick.

Kevin was duly impressed by Lucky's bravado, as well as his substantial organ. From what he had gleaned of Lucky's situation, he imagined it was easier for the kid to expose his genitals than his true feelings. But showing either was no doubt less painful than revealing his deeper emotional wounds.

"Here," Kevin averted his gaze, tossing him a towel. "Why don't you put this on and we can talk."

Lucky obligingly accepted the towel, which he then rolled up and slung around his neck, hiding his battered chest while leaving his cock swaggering in plain sight. "Why don't you tell me what the hell you're doing here instead."

"I came to check on you."

"In the middle of the night, on Christmas Eve? What's the matter, Kevin - Lucy wouldn't let you play any reindeer games?" he derided. "Or maybe she's as sick of your face as I am."

"You're pretty hostile tonight, Lucky. Seems I interrupted some games here myself. How do you think Jason would feel if he was the one who walked in on you and your guard."

"Probably pissed off that I didn't wait for him," Lucky retorted, reaching down to stroke his dick at the thought. "Is that what really brought you all the way out here, Doc? Because you know, there's always room for one more. Trust me, I can satisfy both of you and still be ready for Jason when he gets tired of his wife and decides to come back for me."

"Is that what's bothering you, Lucky? That Jason is spending Christmas Eve with his family, and not you?"

Lucky pulled the towel from around his neck and threw it back at Kevin. "Don't try to psychoanalyze me, Kevin. Believe me, you do not want to take a trip through my mind - you wouldn‘t enjoy it. Just go back to Lucy and Port Charles, and leave me the hell alone."

He brushed past Kevin, grabbing the box of condoms as he departed. Kevin sighed, frustrated with the way this visit was turning out. He followed Lucky back to the bedroom, where Zander was standing, getting dressed.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Lucky demanded.

"I figured you needed time alone with...whoever he is," Zander stammered.

"Kevin? No, we're done," Lucky assured, moving towards Zander and yanking his jeans down. He smiled, seeing Zander's still solid erection. "I told you not to move," he admonished, pushing Zander down onto the bed. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you for this." He flashed him a wicked smile and took the guard's prick fully into his mouth, completely disregarding Kevin's presence.

Zander looked awkwardly over at the stranger, but Lucky's ministrations soon consumed him and he closed his eyes, surrendering to Lucky's tongue - and will.

Kevin observed the scene for a moment. From Lucky's smooth, sensuous performance, and the guard's satisfied moans, he could see why Jason, and this young guard, were so easily maneuvered by his patient. But the tactics of Lucky‘s manipulations were eye opening from a psychological standpoint as well.

Kevin was shaken out of his thoughts when he realized Lucky was observing him, staring at him while lewdly sliding his mouth up and down on the young guard's organ. Obviously he’d outstayed his welcome, not that he’d been extended one. Concern for his patient had driven him here, but he wouldn't be able to stay. Lucky was determined to chase him away, and Kevin conceded.

After he was gone, Lucky continued to work Zander in and out of his mouth, sucking him until he came, fast and furious. Zander fell back on the bed, thoroughly sated. And completely confused.

"So," he finally breathed. "Who was that guy?"

"No one," Lucky answered dismissively.

Zander didn't buy it, but he didn't push. "I guess you didn't find any condoms, huh?"

"No, unfortunately," Lucky lied, kicking the box under the bed as he joined the guard on the mattress and closed his eyes. Zander reached out to stroke Lucky's cheek, leaning in to brush his mouth against those full, red lips.

"Then we'll just have to be creative," he determined, flicking his tongue across Lucky's nipple ring, then working his way down his chest. He was surprised to find Lucky unaroused for what seemed like the first time that evening. He knew that could change in an instant, so he went to work on Lucky's cock. But Lucky pulled away.

"I think I need some rest."

"Wow, I guess I lost my touch, huh?" Zander teased.

That quirky grin was almost as effective as those pills Karen forced on him the other night. Lucky tried to relax a bit, to push away his darker thoughts. He opened his eyes to see the guard about to get out of bed.

“Where are you going?”

Zander pointed over his shoulder toward the door. “I should get back to work and let you get some rest. Might even have a whole snow fort out there by the time you wake up.”

“Don’t go,” Lucky caught his arm. “Not yet.”

He knew he should return to his post, but something in Lucky's expression compelled Zander to stay.

"You're the boss," Zander shrugged, slipping back between the sheets and trying to lighten Lucky’s mood. "I'll do whatever you say."

Lucky turned away from Zander, afraid he might break down. "Then just stay with me, please," he whispered.

Zander swallowed a sudden lump in his own throat as he pulled up the covers and stretched out next to Lucky. "Hey, I'm your guard, right?" he replied softly, caressing his fingers over Lucky’s chest. "I'm not going anywhere."