Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2007 14:21:01 +0000
From: Aaron Swanson <soapstudstories@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Eastenders Alpha Male

Bradley loosened his tie and slumped into the chair. Yet another long day
at work, and another night of trying to get with Stacey, only for her to go
all weird and run off... again. He was sick of the same old story repeating
itself. He was horny as hell tonight. Stacey had been close to cracking but
after one kiss she'd pulled away. Bradley could never get any privacy at
home, and besides, he didn't want to jerk off in case Stacey gave in, in
which case he'd need all the energy he could get!

But that didn't seem like it was going to happen any time soon. Stacey had
text him to say that he could sleep at her place while Mo and Charlie were
on holiday, and he'd jumped at the thought of a whole week with her. He'd
used the spare key she'd given him and gotten in, only to find a note
saying she'd had to visit her mum urgently. Which left him alone in the
Slaters house...

The door opened and Bradley perked up, but when it wasn't Stacey. "Shawn! I
was just..."

"Save it, Stace told me." He was in a pair of grey jogging bottoms and a
tight black vest.

"Oh.. right."

"Where is she?"

"She's gone to see your mum. I think it was pretty urgent." Bradley was as
cheery and smiling as he always tried to be, but Shawn just stared at him
levelly. He could feel himself blushing already. Eventually, Shawn smiled
back, but it was a dangerous looking smile. "It's a guys night in then!"

"Yeah!"

Shawn moved so fast Bradley couldn't move. the bigger man grabbed him by
the collar and pinned him up against the wall. Shawn had thrown one forearm
againt Bradleys throat, and the hapeless kid hung onto that arm with both
hands, gasping for breath. Shawn kept his face inches from Bradleys face
and reached down, grabbing a handful of Bradleys package. Bradley squirmed
and struggled but it was useless against the ex-soldier.

Shawn started rubbing, pumping Bradleys cock through his trousers, and
grinned as the kids legs parted a little and he started to get hard. His
face was crimson by now, from lust, humiliation, and strain. "You love it,
you little fucker," said Shawn, and kissed Bradley, forcing his tongue as
far down Bradleys throat as he could. He kept the pressure up, and he
started to feel Bradleys body slacken, submitting. Eventually he let go and
Bradley fell to his knees, holding his throat. Shawn reached into his
joggers and brought his cock out, inches from Bradleys face. Bradley looked
up and stared at it. Shawn could see the confusion in Bradleys eyes. He
knew the kid was submissive, and all it needed was a strong aggressive
seduction to get the boy going.

"Put it in your mouth, you know you want to." Bradley didn't move, or
speak, but his smile was gone. Suddenly, Shawn grabbed Bradleys cheeks in
one hand and squeezed, forcing his mouth open with a little cry of
pain. Then he slid his cock in up to the hilt, and held firmly onto the
back of Bradleys head with both hands. The kid jerked violently as he
gagged and choked, tears coming from his eyes. His hands grabbed and
punched Shawns thighs and arse. He tried to find his feet but shawn kicked
them away and started fucking the poor guys face, sliding in and out and
holding his head in position until eventually his throat relaxed and his
hands found his arse and stayed there, not fighting any more. "Good
boy... good boy.... good..." murmured Shawn.

He kept going as long as he could without cumming, wanting to get Bradley
used to the sensation. Then he slid out and shoved the lad onto the floor
with one hand. Shawn stepped out of his joggers (he'd not been wearing
underwear) and pulled his vest over his head. Bradley stared up at him like
a frightened rabbit. "please, Shawn..."

Shawn cut him off, "You love it, Bradley. You're rock hard, and you know it
feels good. Some people just suit it, and you're one of em. Admit it."

Bradley looked at him pleadingly. Shawn grinned cockily, and put his hands
on his hips.

"If you don't want some more of me, then say so. But if you do, save
yourself the trouble and admit it."

"Yeah... I do."

"Good, then you won't be needing your fancy suit."

Shawn grabbed at the lads waistband, and practically tore the trousers off,
ripping his shoes and socks off at the same time. Then he grabbed his
collar again and dragged him to his feet. With one savage jerk he tore the
shirt open down the front and ripped it off. Bradley stood in front of him,
pale and shaking, in a cheap tie and some checkered blue boxer shorts,
tenting them.

"Right, Bitch. Get into Staceys bedroom. Your going to do what I say,
yeah?"

"Yes."

"Use her waxing strips. Take your pubes off. I'm not having you with ginger
pubes around me. And lube yourself up with some vaseline. Got it?"

"But..."

"Do it, or I'll do it for you. And I'll make sure I hurt you."

Bradley scampered upstairs and Shawn walked into the kitchen naked, opening
a beer. He shouted up the stairs, "wait in my bedroom for me." there was no
answer, only the gasps as the hapeless kid waxed his crotch. Shawn finished
the beer leisurely, then came upstairs. He found Bradley sitting on the
floor of his bedroom, naked and smooth from the neck down. His body was so
pale and soft it was girlish.

He opened his wardrobe and pulled out a lenth of rope. Bradley started to
speak but Shawn slapped him. Hard. By the time he'd picked himself off the
floor, shawn grabbed him and forced him onto the bed on his belly. He
started tying knots and within moments Bradleys hands were tied behind his
back, and the rope ran across his chest and around his neck, meeting up at
the back. A harness for a sex slave. A pair of handcuffs on his ankles and
a leather collar around his neck completed the outfit, and Bradely knelt on
the floor, sucking Shawns cock as he sat on the end of his bed. He bobbed
his head and used his tongue trying to copy Staceys technique that she used
on him. Shawn yawned. "Guys like you shouldn't fuck women. You're too
soft. You were made to service the real men. Isn't that right, bitch?"
Bradley moaned a yes through a mouthful of cock. "want me to fuck you?"
Another moan.

shawn picked Bradley up and threw him onto the bed on his back. He placed
his head between Bradleys knees and knelt up, so the handcuffs hung from
the back of his neck, letting Bradleys feet hand over each shoulder. "I
hope you lubed yourself up Bradders." Just before he started, Shawn crammed
a pair of socks into Bradleys mouth. As his cock forced its way into
Bradleys virgin hole, the kid screamed, writhing as the dominant male
impaled him. His eyes bulged but shawn laughed. Then, his face became a
sneer, and he started hammering Bradleys arse as though it were an old
hooker.

He fucked his brains out, being more rough and violent than he'd ever been
with any girl, even the ones that liked it that way. Bradley was clearly in
agony but as his body gave up fighting he turned into a bitch, moaning and
sobbing through the gag as Shawns crotch slapped his arse cheeks again and
again.

Eventually he exploded into Bradleys insides, emptying his balls into the
young sub. He pulled the gag out to let Bradley gasp for air, then threw
some clean clothes on. "I'm going to the Vic," he announced to the mewling
animal he'd turned Bradely into. "We'll do it again when I get back."



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