Author's Note: This will be a series of drabbles and short chapters based off characters from various soap opera and primetime fandoms. I don't own any of the fandoms or the characters. This was written for entertainment only!

*~Everyone I Did Last Summer - The Documentary (John McBain ~ One Life to Live)~*

(The following comes as a voice-over in narration of the documentary - Everyone I Did Last Summer starring the infamous John McBain of Llanview, Pennsylvania.)

It's a joke around Llanview that I have the brains of a chimp along with a wandering penis. Well, what (or who) I did last summer definitely proves it. The problem is that someone found out about my many liaisons. Now I am being blackmailed and I am afraid I might lose my job on the police force. If I lose my job, I won't be able to perform strip searches anymore! And I absolutely love those deep and rough body cavity searches!

It all started with a note on my desk at work. I was minding my own business, thinking of a good x-rated film I might like to watch after a long, grueling day of work when I discovered the note. It started out with - I know who you did last summer...

Then the note went into all this graphic detail. "John McBain, I have been watching you. I know everyone you've been fucking. Let me start in early June of last summer. You were at Rodi's, tending the bar... but when your patrons weren't looking, you had a few beers. You were rather drunk... but not too drunk to fuck. You ended up seducing sweet, young, innocent Natalie Buchanan. When Rodi's cleared out and everyone went home, you asked Natalie to stay and you said, "I have always admired you and your impressive jumbos." You ripped open her dress and proceeded to fuck her deep and hard on the pool table. After you pulled out, you said, "I hope you are using birth control, because I just like to fuck; I don't want any children." You never gave Natalie the time of day again. You are nothing more than a stupid, lustful, selfish asshole. I am going to make you pay for what you did. I know WHO you did last summer!"

Of course I was shaking in my boxers after reading that particular note. Every single word spoke with precise detail of my encounter with Natalie Buchanan in early June of last summer. I was afraid that whoever sent the note might really know of ALL of my sexual crimes... even the ones I had with myself in the dark!

Trying to calm myself, I was hoping it was just a one time occurrence and I would never get one of those notes again. But... I was wrong. So wrong! Not even the next day, I found another note - this time slipped under my door. I opened it up to read these words-

"I know who you did last summer...John McBain, I have been watching you. I know everyone you've been fucking. After you left Rodi's that fateful night, you ended up in the parking lot. You saw Natalie's sister, Jessica getting into her car, except it wasn't really Jessica, it was her sleazy alter, Tess. You asked Tess to climb into your truck with you and give you a blow job. Tess, who is quite the whore, jumped into your truck as you released your throbbing demon. She went down on you, not even knowing that you had just had wild sex with her sister, Natalie. You are nothing more than a stupid, lustful, selfish asshole. I am going to make you pay for what you did. I know WHO you did last summer!"

I started to whimper after reading the note. Someone knew all my secrets and everyone I had been screwing. I had a feeling maybe someone was pregnant and about to accuse me of being the baby's father. After all, I had fucked almost every woman in Llanview and a few in Port Charles as well. Surely not all those women I had been having unprotected sex with had been using birth control. It had been exactly one year since the first sex act that had mentioned in the letters. Were my suspicions correct - was I a dad?!

As the days passed, more and more letters came. Dozens of them. I lost track. I had a whole pile of them. I kept them in the bedroom and would read them as I masturbated, thinking of all of the sexy women I had plundered.

I would just pick a random note up, reading the lustful tale in vivid detail. I would stroke my meat as I remembered the kinky sex.

One in particular stands out. It read-

"I know who you did last summer...John McBain, I have been watching you. I know everyone you've been fucking. It was a warm day in July when you invited Blair Cramer over to your place. You made her promises of love and marriage and then when she thought she had your undying affection, you whipped out your great big plumper and began to woe her with it. Blair was so smitten that she bent over the back of your couch and you took her from behind, thrusting into her over and over again until she orgasmed. You wiped your sperm on her asscheek, saying she was your one and only, but you lied. You are nothing more than a stupid, lustful, selfish asshole. I am going to make you pay for what you did. I know WHO you did last summer!"

After that spectacular evening with Blair, we were wed. It was a private ceremony, of course. My other lovers couldn't find out that I was a married man. I wanted a lot of action on the side... and boy, did I GET it. All summer long, I fucked and fucked. I don't want to brag, but all I had to do was gaze into a woman's eyes and she was begging to go to bed with me. When my wife was asleep, I made sure I had plenty of sex.

Whoever was writing the letters knew all of that, too. He or she knew everything about me... and who I had fucked. They had every detail... as if they had actually been there, filming. Just the thought of my sexcapades possibly being on film made me horny. I was always horny. The truth was, I was a sex addict. My name is John McBain and I am a sex addict. I love women and I love sex.

The next letter arrived and it said:

"I know who you did last summer...John McBain, I have been watching you. I know everyone you've been fucking. Even though you had a beautiful woman as your wife, you decided to cheat on her. Your wandering penis took you to your next lover. You set your sights on the lovely Miss Marty Saybrooke. First you made a big show of rescuing her... then you took her back to your place, so you could 'comfort' her. You stripped her naked and sniffed every inch of her luscious, sexy body. You licked her wet pussy until she came in your mouth. After you fucked her deep and hard, you said, "I can't be with you. My heart belongs to Blair." Marty's heart was torn asunder, but you didn't care, because are nothing more than a stupid, lustful, selfish asshole. I am going to make you pay for what you did. I know WHO you did last summer!"

After my fantastic fuck with Marty and watching her cry in desperation because I refused to leave her for my wife, I was beginning to run out of single women to fuck in Llanview. I decided to set my sights on a married woman, someone I could conquer. Danger was a rush (or a sexual high), thinking I might just get caught by her husband in the act of plundering his wife. One day I was listening in on a conversation that my buddy Bo Buchanan was having with his wife, the sexy Nora. They appeared to be having some sort of disagreement. As Bo left his office in a huff, it was just my chance. *I'm going to bang Nora Buchanan,* I was thinking. My pecker was swelled to great proportions at just the thought of it.

I walked in asking Nora if she was alright. I proceeded to comfort her hard and deep with my super-long cock. After it was over, she lay across Bo's desk in shock, as if she couldn't believe that she had just cheated on her husband, the exalted Bo Buchanan. "You've just cheated with the very best, babe," I proclaimed, wiping the sperm from my dick on her highly-raised dress. I hadn't even bothered to strip her completely naked - just pushed up her dress and tore off her panties. I had been in such a hurry to sink my thick cock into her fine little ass.

She slapped me for my pompous words, but it was worth it. Damn, was it ALL worth it! Every thrust into a woman's body - it was my highest thrill. The more women the better!

Whoever was sending the letters knew about my encounter with Nora as well as the next one... and the next one. Everyone I fucked last summer, they knew! The letters kept coming and coming... Just as much as I had cummed. There was a letter to match every single sex act.

After Nora, I was starting to get a bad reputation, although the men in Llanview seemed oblivious to the fact that I had inserted my cock into almost every lady I had set my eyes upon. The women were scarcer than ever. I was starting to get desperate. So I made up a batch of my famous sandwiches and went looking for a lovely lady who may want to share something tasty and fulfilling with me.

A letter came that described what happened that warm summer day. It read-

"I know who you did last summer...John McBain, I have been watching you. I know everyone you've been fucking. After making sandwiches and eating them lewdly in the park, you seduced a sexy female by the name of Tea DelGado. You took her into the ladies restroom at the park, where you proceeded to make her eat your cock as well as one of your sandwiches covered in your special sauce. After she deepthroated your banana, you pushed her up against the wall. After you were done fucking her thoroughly, your sperm was dripping out of her well-lubricated hole. But you didn't get enough. You never get enough. You only wanted more, because you are nothing more than a stupid, lustful, selfish asshole. I am going to make you pay for what you did. I know WHO you did last summer!"

The letters were really starting to get to me, because who cares if I was a sex-crazed lunatic? All of the women were ready and willing! In fact, many begged for more, but I always used my wife as an excuse, the lovely Blair. I wanted as many conquests as possible! Fucking them more than once wouldn't have been any fun, so I was always looking for more. My hungry cock was craving more... so I went looking for it. I didn't have to look too far.

What happened next was the encounter that ruined my marriage. Blair caught me having sex with a very drunk Roxie. She walked in as I was thrusting my hips and Roxie was crying out her immense joy of having an orgasm. "John McBain, it's over. We're through. Get the fuck out!" Blair screamed.

Roxie had just left LaBoulie, half naked. "Why, what's wrong?" I asked nonchalantly.

"I'm done with you!" Blair screamed.

"But I haven't had sex with Dorian yet!" I protested.

She slapped me and threatened to harm my penis. I had no choice but to pack my bags and leave... but where would I go? Then I remembered my fun times in Port Charles. I would go back there... and have a little more fun. But who would I fuck first... Carly or the lovely Sam? Maybe we'd have a threesome. Ohhh hell, I wanted to fuck Elizabeth, too... if only she wasn't so damn fertile!

I arrived in Port Chuck carrying my bag of belongings. I got a room in the sleazy motel and began calling around for a woman to visit me. As I waited for the first one to cum by, I was stroking my big, thick penis. It was craving wild sex.

"Who's there?" I called out when someone knocked upon the door.

I wondered which one of my women might cum by first.

The person who sent the letters knew exactly who I fucked that summer day in Port Charles. The letter read-

"I know who you did last summer...John McBain, I have been watching you. I know everyone you've been fucking. Even though you had a beautiful woman as your wife, you decided to cheat on her. Your wandering penis took you to many lovers. You cheated on her with Tea, Marty, and Nora as well as several other beautiful babes. When Blair found out that you were a swine, she kicked you to the curb, but that didn't stop your lust. Ohhh no! You took it to Port Charles, New York and to Sam McCall, who happens to be married to ex-assassin Jason Morgan. You didn't even care if he could blow your dick away with a single shot - you had to have her! And have her you did! You fucked her in the shower, on the balcony, and as if that wasn't enough, you fucked her that squeaky old bed in that sleazy, roach-infested motel. You are nothing more than a stupid, lustful, selfish asshole. I am going to make you pay for what you did. I know who you did last summer!"

After reading that particular letter, I was furious. I was sick of the semi-threatening notes that had exposed all of my kinky secrets. I just wanted whoever it was to confront me in person, because there wasn't any more sex acts I had been involved in... at least not last summer. All the rest had happened in the fall... or shortly thereafter.

I walked out into the woods, carrying the stack of letters. I was going to burn them and be done with them, when suddenly a van pulled up and a whole bunch of people got out. Out popped Marty, Natalie, Blair, Stacy, Kim, Tea, Sam, Roxie, Nora and all the rest of the women I had did last summer.

"What are you doing here?" I asked as I held the incriminating letters.

"You have the brains of a chimp along with a wandering penis," said Sam who was the spokeswoman for the crowd of women. "We want you to pay for what you did. You'll be sorry for what you did to us."

"For what you did to all of us," said Nora.

"What did I do?" I asked nonchalantly.

"You know exactly what you did," said Blair with fury. "And you're going to pay for it."

Jason Morgan jumped out of the van and he held a semi-automatic weapon against the crotch of my pants. "You're not going anywhere," the ex-assassin threatened. "We know WHO you did last summer."

Suddenly Victor Lord Junior came from out of nowhere and grabbed me in a vice grip. I couldn't leave, even if I wanted to.

"What... what are you going to do to me?" I asked in fear.

"You have to serve the rest of this year as a sex slave," Roxy said, her words slurred as she was drunk as usual.

I laughed. "That's no punishment!"

"To me," said a man as he approached me.

Ohhh holy hell! It was Todd Manning and he was pissed. It was he who had wrote the letters. "You hurt all the women I care about... and I am going to make you pay for it. Pull down your pants!" Todd yelled.

"Do it!" said Jason as he still had the weapon aimed at my love-tool.

I had no other choice but to pull down my pants and boxers as they all laughed at my frightened and shrivelled up pecker. "Please don't hurt my penis," I begged pathetically.

"No one is going to hurt your penis. As long as you pleasure me with it," Todd said in a sexy slur.

"Really? I have to be your sex slave?" I said, feeling more than a little frightened.

"Yeah, I will treat you right... but I will teach you a lesson or two," Todd replied. "You will now call me Master."

"Okay... Master," I said reluctantly. "Can you please tell Sam's husband to remove the tip of his gun from my cock?"

Todd gestured to Jason who moved back a few inches, removing the threat to my shrinking privates. "You don't have an erection now, do you?" Todd said venomously.

"Victor, load him in the van... and take him to my mansion. It's time for his lessons," Todd said to his twin brother.

"No!" I cried out half-heartedly, because I did want to see what those lessons entailed. I had never fucked a guy before... but maybe it was time I got the experience. I had already had plenty of women.

So for the rest of the year, I served as Todd Manning's personal sex slave. It was an experience for another time and another story. I must go now as I am experiencing tormenting rectal pain.

Good night!