Date: Wed, 7 Nov 2007 02:30:25 +0000
From: Aaron Swanson <soapstudstories@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Eastenders alpha-male part 4

Remember, this is a fictional story about fictional characters. The BBC,
the actors etc have nothing to do with this fantasy.

Eastenders alpha-male - part 4

It had been several weeks since he'd caught Deano. The police were still
looking for him of course, but they thought he'd ran to France. They'd
interviewed Shawn and searched his house, but had found nothing. If they'd
checked Bradleys flat however, the mystery would have been solved. Bradley
had left Stacey, keeping himself to himself a lot. He still went to work,
but when he came home, he'd willingly submit, transforming into a slave for
Shawn. Deano had taken longer to break, but enough sessions had forced him
to accept his role. Shawn sat, watching his slaves as they sucked his
toes. Bradley was in the harness he wore every evening. Deano was in the
jeans he'd been wearing the night they'd caught him, but Shawn had torn
holes in them, and they were little more than rags hanging from him. Apart
from that, Deano was naked. His head had a fuzzy layer of hair again, but
his body was kept smooth. And Shawn had made Bradley order weights and
exercis machines from the Internet. Deano spent hours every day working
out, until he was sick or fainted. The training couple with some starvation
was hardening his soft body into a lean mass of muscle, and Shawn could
already see the faint beginnings of a six-pack on the kid. Bradley couldn't
do the workouts, what with him being the money-maker. But Shawn didn't
care. As long as Deano was working hard, that was all that mattered.

Even though the plan had worked perfectly, and Shawn had two
pleasure-slaves at his command, he wasn't satisfied. For weeks now he'd
been in the Vic, watching the others. He'd seen a few targets, and
automatically started imagining them as slaves. While there were plenty of
hot guys in the Square, they were all either too old (like Jase) or too
young (like Peter Beale, or Darren Miller). But Mickey was perfect. The
more Shawn saw the trader, the more he wanted him. But the trouble was,
Mickey lived with a girlfriend, and his family were in touch with him. The
risks were too great, Mickey couldn't disappear indefinitely... or could
he?

News of Mickey working as a male escort had spread quickly. Even though
he'd abandoned it as soon as it became public knowledge, Shawn was
determined to get him involved in one last fling. One he'd never forget. It
didn't take Bradley long to create an internet profile; Stella Dubois, a
French lady with exotic tastes, a rich, hot widow who wanted a piece of
cockney to satisfy her tastes. And she would pay handsomely. Shawn sat at
the computer, after Mickey joined the private chat-room.

Dubois: Hello Mickey

Eastend: Hi

Dubois: I've heard a lot about you, but you know that from my e-mail.

Eastend: Yeah, about that, I'm sorry, but I don't do that kind of thing any
more.

Dubois: I would pay well.

Mickey: Sorry, but I

Dubois: £20,000 for 3 weeks.

Mickey: ??

Dubois: Can't you read. I will pay you £20,ooo for 3 weeks of sex. Isn't
that fair?

Mickey: Hold on.

Shawn waited while Mickey consulted his money-grabbing girlfriend. She'd
rented him out for much less in the past however.

Mickey: Where do you live?

Dubois: Paris. I'll have my chaeuffer pick you up from the air-port
there. He'll have my name on his card.

Mickey: When should I leave?

Dubos: Tomorrow morning. The flight leaves from Heathrow at 8pm London
time. Make sure you are on it, Mickey. I look forward to meeting you.

Shawn logged off before Mickey could reply.

Mickey pulled on some fairly worn jeans. He bit his lip for a second before
throwing on the veil shirt he wore for customers, covering it with a more
normal hoodie for the flight. He'd give Ms Dubois a shock when he met her!
Grinning in anticipation, he threw the last few things into his bag. Three
weeks away with a beautiful older woman (her profile had included a pic)
and he was going to be piad a fortune for it! He couldn't believe his
luck. Calling it a 'business trip' he said his goodbyes and headed for the
tube station. It was dark by the time he approached the tube station. "hey,
Mickey!" He turned to see Bradley standing next to a fancy looking sports
car. "Alright, Bradley! Is that your motor?"

	"Yeah!"

	"No way! How'd you afford that?"

Mickey came closer to inspect the Jag, and Bradley moved behind him to give
him a better view. He peered into the shaded window. "Has it got leather
seats?"

To his surprise the window wound down, and Shawn grinned up at him. "Yeah,
give them a try." Then a stinking rag clamped over his face. The back door
opened and someone else reached out to drag him inside. He struggled, but
Bradley (he guessed it was Bradley) pushed him forward, and the mystery
assailant dragged him inside. He was on somebodys knees as he blacked out.

	He woke up slowly, lying on a sofa. He felt groggy, and pressed his
hands to his head as he sat up. A familiar voice spoke to him. "You alright
mate?" Mickey looked up to see Deano staring at him anxiously. "Deano?
What... your supposed to be... wheres Shawn? And Bradley?" Deano looked
perplexed and said, "There's nbody here, mate. I got off the train on my
way home and you were lying on the street, a bit spaced out. Here, have a
drink, clear your head."

Mickey took the coffee from Deano and slurped it. "Cheers, Dean. So, are
you going to hand yourself in or something?" Deano looked a little sad and
sat next to him. "NAh. I'm going to stay here for a while, get my story
straight, you know?"

"Where is this place, anyway?" Mickey asked, still groggy.

"It's just a safe place. You can relax here."

"SHawn and Bradley attacked me! I don't know what happened..." he stopped
as a wave of nausea took him and he sat back, eyes closed.

"It's OK mate, your safe here..." Deano soothed him. He felt a reassuring
hand grasp his arm. Then a sharp prick made him jerk. He looked to see
Deanoholding a needle. "What the FUCK?" He tried standing, but couldn't. He
stared into Deano's dull eyes as the lad rubbed Mickey between the
legs. "Don't worry. You'll come to like it. He just wants you to like him."
Mickey's tonuge felt thick, he couldn't respond. The only thought that
escaped from his muddled brain was that his friend was about to rape
him. Then it got worse.

Bradley crawled out into the room on his hands and knees, on a leash.
Behind him , holding the leash came Shawn, stark naked and with an erection
pressing agaisnt his wahsboard stomach. Deano deflty unbuttoned Mickeys
jeans, and knelt between his legs. Mickeys cock flopped out, and Deano
gobbled it up like a starving man. At Mickeys moan, Bradley started tugging
the leash and Shawn let go of it. Bradley scuttle onto the sofa,and leaned
across to start kissing Mickey on the lips. shawn went into the main room
and put the TV on. He took one last glance at Mickeys rapidly stripped body
being worshipped before sitting down to watch some football. "Just make
sure he's ready before the morphine wears off," he shouted.

Clammy hands had soon removed all of his clothes, and Deano's talented
mouth had quickly brought Mickeys cock into action. Bradley was slobbering
over him like a dog but Mickey didn't have the wits about him to be
sickened. He was nmb, he could barely feel Bradleys hands rubbing his
nipples, or Deano cupping his balls. He soon felt the razor grate across
his scalp, and watched locks of brown hair falling over his toamch and
Deano's head. After the razor had scoured him, they carried him and he lost
consciousness.

It was morning before he came to, strapped tightly to a wooden X. His mouth
was packed with dirty socks, and Bradley's head was bobbing up and down on
his morning hard-on. Shawn felt his own cock stir as his new slave started
writhing and yelling, his eyes boggling at the blowjob he was being given.
His torso was as loose and flabby as Shawn had feared, but the next 3 weeks
would sort that out. As Deano walked in naked Bradley shuffled to the side
so they could share Mickeys cock,and Shawn smiled. In 3 weeks time, Mickey
Miller would be an escort again, for one particular customer. And he
wouldn't be getting paid for it. He'd do it because a superior man had
broken him. Just like Deano had broken, just like Bradley had submitted.
Shawn knew he was going to have to bring the game to an end soon. But
before he left, he had one very sick finale in mind...

Hope you guys like it, sorry for the delay, 5th and final part coming up!
Let me know what you think.