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Eastenders alpha-male - part 3
The belt ran over his stomach and was fastened beneath the bed frame, keeping his midfriff fastened down. His hands were cuffed to the posts, and a length of duct tape kept his moans and pleas muffled. His feet were cuffed to a length of rope that ran through rings embedded in the ceiling. This meant that his legs were vertically raised, and held firmly in place by the tension of the rope. He was stark naked, and quivering.
Bradley tenderly dabbed the last of the cream away with a small flannel, and knelt back to survey his work. Shawn had forbidden the two from talking to each other, and Bradley had stayed dutifully silent while Shawn was out. Deano still couldn't believe his eyes. The suit was gone, and in its place was a harness of black studded leather, the kind of thing he'd only seen in BDSM mags in seedy shops. The normally smartly dressed executive looked so mismatched in the outfit that Deano felt sick. He'd struggled as soon as he woke up in this position, with Shawn gone, but Bradley obviously had his orders. As soon as he felt the razor scrape one of his cheeks, Deano had gone totally still, and a little while later, Bradley had shaved Deano's arse bald. Before he could move on to the lads torso however, Shawn walked back in.
He grinned at Deano lying on the bed. His pale cheeks were prised apart and his tight pink hole twitched in fear. Shawn savoured his victims humiliation a bit, then looked at Bradley. "Eat him out 'til I get back."
Deano's eyes widened, but Bradley meekly knelt at the foot of the bed and leaned forward. His tonge ran in a broad circle over Deano's ass, coming closer and closer, before finally sweeping across his hole. Deano shuddered at the contact, but Bradley pressed his face right up against his ass. Deano lay his head back in despair. He could feel the breath snorting out of Bradleys nose onto the soft skin below his ball sack. And his tongue slid up and down and around his hole, until it slackened slightly in the wet warmth. Then it poked inside a tiny bit, before slurping around in a circle.
Shawn could see Bradleys jaws munching slowly, and for all his protests, he could see Deano's cock beginning to thicken slightly. He'd trained Bradley harshly, and perfectly. The ginger slave would rim Deano until his master told him to stop. Shawn went for a drink.
He leaned against the bar of the Queen Vic and ordered a lager. Next to him, Mickey was trying to chat up the new barmaid, but it wasn't working out. As she walked off, Mickey turned to Shawn and winked. Shawn turned slightly, and ran his eyes over the other guy, from head to toe. He quickly sized him up. A little too much slack flesh around the torso, but a heavy exercise schedule could correct that. And with that hoarse voice, Shawn bet the guy would make some awesome noises while he was getting fucked. Mickey, in the meantime, looked a bit nrvous, and mumbling some excuse, went to find a table. Shawns eyes followed him to his seat.
He had a few drinks, and thought about his two little slave boys waiting for him. Bradley was just a tool, an alibi if ever things got uncovered. But Deano was the main target, a pretty-boy who thought he could get one over on Shawn Slater! But now Shawn would make him a slave, he'd break him then enjoy him. Getting hard at this thought, he left his drink and walked home. He checked his watch and grinned. He'd been gone 3 hours.
He could hear the faint moaning before he stepped into the bedroom. "Leave him." Bradley stood up and turned around. He wasn't even hard, the novelty had obviously worn off, but his mouth was hanging open and his face was red. "Go wash your face. Then get some rest." Braldey thankfully went into the bathroom, while Shawn surveyed Deano.
His ass was wet with saliva, and pink. It was pristine of course, Bradley had given it a thorough clean, but the extended munching had loosened his hole a lot. It was now a lot less wrinkled, and the black hole in it's centre indicated that Bradleys tongue had loosened it up immensely. Thoughtfully, Shawn slid a finger up it. Deano's body didn't even react, so he slid a second finger inside. Again, no reaction. Shawn ground his teeth. A fuck was out of the question then, it was only fun if it hurt. He'd have to come up with something else...
About twenty minutes later, Bradley heard the muffled cries of pain and the cracking of leather on skin stop. Then Shawn called for him. He walked in and tried not to notice Deano. The gelled mess of dark hair was gone, and his bald head glistened with sweat. The dusting of body hair too was gone, along with his pubes. Shawnhad even taken the hair from his forearms, and legs. Deano didn't have a hair on his head, and the duct tape had been replaced with a ball gag, which now dripped with saliva. His wrists were no tied to the ceiling, and using a baseball bat and some duct tape, Shawn had secured his ankles, to keep his feet apart. Shawn too was naked, and in his hand he had a belt. Bradley couldn't see the marks on Deano's back and ass but could imagine. Shawn interrupted his observations by ordering him to kneel. "Now suck him off."
Deano barely felt the lips wrap around his foreskin and slide down to his crotch. He'd long since stopped thinking properly, the mixture of abuse and drugs in his sytem keeping him dazed. Shawn came to stand in front of him and removed the ball gag. Deano couldn't scream, shawn had whipped it out of him, and even if he had, he doubted anyone would hear. One strong hand held the back of his head, drawing it down, while Shawn presented his rock hard chest to Deano. "Make it feel good." Deano closed his eyes and started to suck gently on one of Shawns nipples. After a while, Shawn released him, and snaked one hand down. Deano barely felt it slip up his weakened ass=hole. Another finger popped into his mouth, followed by two more. "Suck." Deano sucked, knowing how pathetic it was. But through the pain and exhaustion, he felt his loins stirring. Bradleys determined sucking started to get a response as his cock began to stiffen against his will. Then Shawns probing finger found what it was looking for.
"Now this," Shawn whispered, "is the prostate. I'll play with it if you suck hard enough." He brushed it lightly, and Deano's enire body quivered. He sucked hard, as hard as he could and Shawn grinned. "Don't let him cum," he ordered Bradley, who opened his eyes to acknowledge that he'd heard. In response to Deano's efforts, Shawn rubbed firmly on the the lads G-spot, and Deano's back arched so much that his feet came off the floor.
With a smooth movement, Shawn shoved Bradley away, slid his fingers free of his victims boy and stood behind him. With a teady thrust, his rock hard cock slid into Deano to the hilt. He reached around with his hands. One hand hooked into the lads mouth, keeping it open, while the other squeezed the base of Deano's throbbing erection.
"Can you feel my meat inside you?" A groan and a nod from the sweating lad. "Are you going to cum?" Again, a nod and a moan. He wriggled until his cock head burshed the lads prostate again, and he felt the lads cock pulse, ready to burst. "If you want to cum, you're going to have to answer me." Deano whimpered. "What am I?" There was a small pause.
Deano felt Shawns grip tighten painfully on his cock, and his ass was pressed as Shawn forced his cock deeper and deeper. His breath came out in hoarse gasps from his open mouth, with Shawns fingers in the hollow of his cheek. He scrunched his eyes up in frustration and pleasure, then Shawn touched his G-spot again and he crumpled. "Master." he gurgled desperately.
Shawn grinned and stayed perfectly still, except for one hand, which stroked Deano hard and fast. The kids body stiffened, and come erupted from him, jet after jet flying across the room. His hips bucked into Shawns hand fitfully, and a groan of pure ecstasy hissed from his mouth. Then, as the last of the sperm trickled from him, he deflated, hanging by the ropes, with his head down. Shawn detached himself with a staisfied smirk, and nodded to Bradley. The ginger slave hurried forward on his knees to start cleaning Deano's throbbing cock with his mouth. "And when you've done, come service your master."
He slumped onto the couch naked, and stroked his cock thoughtfully while he planned the rest of Deano's training. He'd always wanted a pet dog...
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