Notes

Wolf Blitzer's newest colleague, Kane, is prone to getting blackout-drunk. Wolf suffers the consequences.

"I can't believe he'd do that," Kane muttered sourly, his words greatly slurred by alcohol.
Wolf laughed uncomfortably. He hadn't wanted to come with Kane to the bar, but he had been worried about how the young man would get home. Reluctantly, he had come as a designated driver, to make sure Kane didn't hurt himself in an alcoholic stupor.
"He's hard on everyone at the start," Wolf consoled. "Just wait a little, he'll warm up to you."
"If you say so," Kane said. Momentarily, he looked up at the much older man with an inscrutable look, and Wolf couldn't help but blush a little.
"Hey, l-let's go home," Kane said suddenly. Wolf breathed a sigh of relief. They left the bar, and Wolf drove Kane home in silence.
"Alright, come on," Wolf grunted, his sculpted arms pushing Kane up the stairs and to his apartment.
As they entered the apartment, Wolf helped Kane settle in bed, then turned to leave. Suddenly, a hand gripped the back of his suit coat, and Wolf froze.
"Stay," Kane said quietly. It wasn't a request. Wolf turned around to politely decline anyhow, until suddenly he was being tugged forward forcibly onto the bed. He face-planted into the blanket and let out a muffled yelp of surprise, one that quickly turned to a moan as Kane's hand tenderly tugged at the old man's nipple through his many layers of clothing.
"N-no," he said nervously. "Kane, you're drunk, we can't do this-"
"Why not," Kane whined. "I've wanted to do this to you for so long, and now I have you here, in my bed. Why not take advantage?"
"K-Kane," Wolf stuttered, a deep blush on his face, incredulous at the much younger man's lack of propriety. "Let me go."
"I don't think so," Kane giggled. He forced himself onto Wolf, crawling over the old man and immobilizing his limbs. He stared at the older man for a moment, his face flushed from alcohol, his breathing heavy and putrid. Wolf turned away as best he could, but he was effectively trapped under the younger man.
"I've wanted to fuck you ever since I saw you, you know," Kane said contemplatively. His palm slid up Wolf's muscled torso, resting at his perfectly sculpted chest to fondle his pectorals. "You try to hide under so many layers. I wanted to see what you looked like naked, vulnerable, unable to hide from me."
Wolf squirmed helplessly. This- this wasn't supposed to be happening. He was almost 5 decades older than Kane, old enough to be his grandfather! Against all odds, he felt a little ashamed - he should have been able to stop this. It wasn't fair to Kane, to let him go through with this when he was completely inebriated. But Wolf simply couldn't get free. For all his sculpted, toned muscles, he was helpless underneath Kane.
With sloppy movements, Kane slid Wolf's suit coat off him and undid his tie. Before Wolf could so much as yell "stop!", Kane had already looped his tie around his hands and tied them up. Wolf blushed even more furiously. He was 72 now, and certainly not energetic enough for these sorts of BDSM antics.
"Kane, I'm an old man," he said pleadingly. "You- you deserve better."
"Don't tell me what I do and don't deserve, old man," Kane sneered. He patted Wolf's clothed asscheeks once, and the old man jerked involuntarily at the sensation. It had been many, many years since he had been touched like this, so sensually, so intimately. Old men like him were supposed to experienced and, besides, not very sensitive, but right now Wolf felt like a blushing virgin.
Caught up in his shameful reverie, Wolf barely even recognized what Kane was doing before the young man ripped his unbuttoned shirt off him, fully exposing the old man's muscled upper body. Lightly furred with white hair, his skin gleamed with the beginnings of sweat, and corded muscle seemed to make up his entire body. Wolf fidgeted uselessly.
"Mmm, that's better," Kane snickered. "You're so much better-looking when you're not covering yourself up so much."
Wolf flushed again. He couldn't tell if Kane was teasing him or not - he was an old man, and not worth most women's time. He knew he wasn't very attractive, and had reconciled with that fact, but it still felt a little flattering to hear such a younger man compliment him.
"I do mean it," Kane interrupted softly. "You look so fucking hot like this, Wolf, helpless beneath me. God, I just want to fuck you right now."
"Y-you should prepare me first," Wolf said nervously. Some part of him inexplicably had decided he wanted this, or, at the least, had decided he may as well try to enjoy it. "Please, Kane."
"God, you're so fucking polite," Kane said lustily. "It makes me want to fill you up and fuck you until your eyes roll into the back of your skull."
"D-Does it?" Wolf stuttered incredulously. It was simply his manner to treat people politely, but for Kane, apparently, it was a turn-on. Young people had strange tastes these days, didn't they?
"Alright," Kane said. "Let's finger your tight ass, old man."
Wolf wriggled uncomfortably. He could feel another blush rising on his face just from that one sentence alone. "You shouldn't say things like that," he muttered quietly.
"But it's true," Kane insisted. He slid Wolf's pants off him, then his underwear. The old man was completely naked now, and Kane stared at his sculpted legs and the erection between them. Wolf prepared for a finger to breach his opening, only to be met with something different as Kane dropped down and began sucking sloppily on the old man's cock.
"A-ah!" Wolf cried out in pleasure and surprise. Where the hell had Kane learned this? It felt like he was sucking the come directly from his cock - and then, within a minute, the old man was coming, more violently than he had in a decade. He was ashamed to say he may or may not have screamed like a girl (as much as deep, coarse voice would allow him to) as he did, and his cock twitched and spurted come for nearly thirty seconds. The damned kid seemed intent on sucking the life out of Wolf from his cock, and wouldn't that be a headline? "Long-time CNN Anchor Sucked to Death by New Kid?"
"K-Kane, s-stop," Wolf stuttered weakly. Kane responded by sucking even more aggressively. Wolf let out a terrible, wanton moan, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His cock was so sensitive now, too sensitive, and the sensation was too good. Wolf just wanted it to stop-
With a hoarse cry, he spent in Kane's mouth again. Barely any come spurted from his cock, but the pleasure seemed even more intense. A few tears involuntarily escaped Wolf's eyes - it was simply too much. He couldn't understand how it was possible for him to experience this much pleasure and still live, or remain conscious.
Finally, Kane pulled off. Wolf let out a sob of relief and collapsed limply onto the bed.
"I, I thought you were going to..." he huffed, then reddened immediately. "Uh... Well, finger me."
Kane snorted, but it was mirthful. "Come on, old man, you've got more in you."
"What?" Wolf squeaked out. "No, wait, come on-"
He was silenced as Kane dropped down once more, forcibly spread Wolf's legs, and stuck a finger into the old man's ass. For a moment, it was a somewhat unpleasant sensation, a foreign, alien thing lodged in his ass, and then, Kane burrowed further until he violently struck Wolf's prostate. The old man let out a faint whimper, the barest cry for help, and he pushed the back of his helplessly against the bed, his back arching as much as it could, as another orgasm rushed through him.
"You're so sensitive," Kane muttered lustily. "I bet I could get 5 more out of you with just this one finger."
"Please don't try that," Wolf said quietly. "I... I couldn't handle it."
"You can handle a lot more than you think," Kane said. "Hang on, let me get the dildo. It should be here somewhere..."
"What?" Wolf repeated. "D-dildo? Kane, please, let me go." His muscled body spasmed helplessly against the bonds.
"In this drawer, maybe?" the younger man pondered as the old man behind him wrestled desperately for freedom.

Morning light shone on Kane's bedroom blindingly. Kane squinted blearily, praying that it would simply disappear, when a groan on the bed interrupted his line of thinking. With wide eyes, he observed the cum-stained, naked body on his bed, that of Wolf Blitzer.
"Mr. Blitzer?" He said. "A-are you alright, sir?"
The old man moaned again and cracked open one eye. "Oh, Kane, you're awake. Would you mind, uh, cutting me free?"
Kane looked up and saw the tie binding Wolf's hands.
"What happened?" Kane wondered. Wolf flushed immediately and studiously avoided eye contact with the younger man.
"I-I'd rather not talk about it," Wolf said. His voice was even coarser than usual, as if he had spent all of last night screaming his lungs out. Suddenly, a revelation dawned on Kane, and he couldn't help the smirk that grew on his face. "Just let me go."
"Actually, sir," Kane purred smugly, "it's only 5:30 right now. We've both got a few hours before we need to be in the studio, right? Let's have some fun together."
"A-agh!" Wolf shouted, his cock sore and sensitive from the absolute beating it had received last night. "N-No, ngh! Kane, pl-"
Kane had already engulfed the old man's cock, however, apparently intent on forcing another orgasm from the reluctant elder.
"Just sit back and relax, sir," Kane said with a grin. "I'll take of all your needs."