Date: Sun, 30 Nov 2014 18:14:01 +0000 (UTC)
From: Haven Tesla <haventesla@yahoo.com>
Subject: Revenge in the Dales

REVENGE IN THE DALES

Disclaimer: Emmerdale and its characters are the property of ITV
Yorkshire. This story does not intend to subvert their proprietary rights,
nor does it claim to take place within the show's canon. The author is not
implying personal knowledge of the sexual orientation or preferences of the
actors portraying these characters. This story contains graphic scenes of
gay sex with a strong focus on humiliation. Readers who might be offended
by such themes should stop reading now. The characters don't practise safe
sex or think anything of their illegal actions, but in real life the
behaviours depicted should not to be emulated.

Readers who are unfamiliar with Emmerdale need not worry – details from
the show are given where required, but kept to a bare minimum, for this is
for the most part a sex story – something which needs no explanation. I
thought of writing an erotic story about Robert Sugden when he returned
with a new (cute) face and cocky personality. The pieces fell into place
when I saw him boss around Ross and Aaron – two blokes whom I suspect
would not take kindly to being coerced by him. So I began to imagine how
they might take their revenge on him, and this story was born. I hope that,
if you enjoy it, you'll let me know at the above address.

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Even before returning to Emmerdale, Robert Sugden had made more than his
fair share of enemies in the village. He made sure to add to that list upon
his homecoming. The 28-year-old might have been boyishly handsome, but
there was nothing innocent about his ruthless and cunning nature. This was
a man used to getting what he wanted, regardless of who he had to run
roughshod over to do so.

Aaron Livesy and Ross Barton learned this first-hand when they stole
Robert's car. Catching them in the act, Robert didn't turn them over to the
police; instead he blackmailed them into robbing Home Farm to give
Lawrence, the father of Robert's fiancιe, a fright. The burglary went so
well that Robert had no intention of giving up his hold over his "errand
boys", as he called Ross and Aaron. He got a kick out of watching them
squirm. He knew they both hated serving a "pretty boy" like him – even
Aaron, who was nursing a crush on him. For a straight man, Robert had
remarkably good gaydar, and he planned to exploit Aaron's attraction to him
just as he had Lawrence's (which was why the old man was so hell-bent on
preventing Robert from marrying his daughter).

On this occasion, however, Robert had overestimated his control over Ross
and Aaron. They were both rough and tough lads, and they didn't take kindly
to being practically enslaved by Robert. It was Ross who proposed getting
back at Robert, but he was a little surprised by how readily Aaron
agreed. Of course, he'd anticipated that Aaron would be tempted by the
opportunity to satisfy his lust for Robert, but he'd always felt that Aaron
was more constrained by his scruples. Ross certainly wasn't complaining
about gaining an accomplice, though - Robert was a smug little git who
could do with being knocked down a few pegs, but Ross wasn't likely to
accomplish that on his own.

Oblivious to the danger, the blond strutted into the barn at Butler's Farm,
intending to mess with the two working-class thugs' heads. Unfortunately
for him, it was his own mind – and body - that was going to be screwed
before the night was over.

No sooner had he stepped into the barn than he was set upon by Aaron and
Ross, who'd been lying in wait for him. Ross grabbed the startled hunk's
arms while Aaron went for his legs. It was all over in a flash; they had
him fully secured in metal cuffs before he could even muster up a proper
resistance.

"What the fuck?" he exclaimed as he realized what had happened.

His captors let go of him, confident that he was not going anywhere. His
attempt just resulted in him tripping over the chain binding his ankles and
falling flat on his face, much to their amusement.

He rolled over onto his back, a death glare plastered on his dust-smeared
face. "You bastards! You're going to regret this!" he warned. "Let me go
and I'll think about not going to the cops."

Ross laughed. "Mate, I think that boat has sailed, don't you?"

"I am NOT your mate!" growled Robert. "Fucking chav!" He turned to Aaron,
hoping he might charm the gay lad into turning against his partner and
freeing Robert. "Aaron, you're smarter than him. You know this isn't going
to end well."

Aaron nodded. "Yes – for you!" Robert didn't like the lascivious look on
his face. He suddenly wished that he'd changed out of his jogging kit
before confronting the two thieves. It had been a conscious choice, knowing
the effect it might have on Aaron, but that was before he'd wound up bound
at their mercy.

The white top that he had on was rather form-fitting and his nipples, erect
in the cold air, were clearly outlined through the fabric. His blue running
shorts showed off a good deal of thigh and the thin material clung
suggestively to his full, firm buttocks. Needless to say, Robert was
feeling very vulnerable indeed!

"Alright, look here," he said with a slight stammer. "We can work something
out. I'll give you all the photos I took of you with my stolen car, and I
won't come round to force you to do anything ever again."

Ross grinned. "Get with the program, mate. You lost that leverage the
moment you made us rob Home Farm. If we go down, you go down with us."

"Like hell I will! No one's going to believe a couple of chavs like you
that I was the one who got you to rob Home Farm and scare Lawrence."

"Oh no?" asked Aaron. "Not even when we play back this recording?" He held
up a phone, and Robert was sickened to see that it was in record mode. His
captors had just got his confession on tape.

"Game over, Pretty Boy," sneered Ross. "Your arse is ours."

Robert really hoped they meant that metaphorically. "What do you want
then?" he asked, struggling to keep his voice even. He refused to show he
was afraid of these guys.

Instead of replying, Aaron and Ross pulled him to his feet and dragged him
to the hayloft. The reason for the lengths of chain between the cuffs on
his wrists and ankles soon became obvious. They allowed his captors to
spread his body into an X when they secured him to the beams supporting the
hayloft. Then Ross produced a wickedly shape blade from his pocket.

Robert's breath caught in his throat as Ross brought the blade close to
Robert's neck. He shut his eyes, certain that he would soon feel it slicing
across his skin.

Instead he heard fabric ripping and felt cold air on his chest. Opening his
eyes he found his jersey had been slit from collar to bottom hem, exposing
his bare torso. Ross made quick work of slicing apart the jersey's
remnants, leaving Robert completely shirtless.

His two captors were laughing at his obvious terror. "I think he nearly
pissed himself," giggled Aaron.

"Fuck you!" spat Robert. "Just wait till I get out of these cuffs, and the
two of you will rue the day you were born!"

"IF you ever get out of those cuffs," pointed out Aaron.

"You can't just keep me here forever," Robert countered. "People will start
looking for me."

"Oh yeah? Like who? Your darling fiancιe? Chrissie won't want anything
to do with you once we play this recording for her. You've never been on
good terms with your brother since you fucked his wife, and you've burned
bridges with everyone else. So who's gonna miss poor little Rob, eh?
They'll probably say good riddance if they never see your dumb mug again."

Robert knew Ross was exaggerating; his sudden disappearance was hardly
going to go unnoticed in the village. But he couldn't help feeling a chill
as he thought of how unpopular he was in Emmerdale. For the first time, his
self-initiated isolation struck home.

"I think Pretty Boy's getting goose-bumps," observed Ross. "What do you
think, Livesy?"

"I think he's got a tight little bod on him," replied Aaron. "I mean, I
guessed he was fit, but I wasn't expecting those abs. Not many guys with
that muscle tone – certainly not around these parts."

"Hey," Ross exclaimed, "you've not seen mine." He actually sounded a little
hurt. "I bet I can give Pretty Boy a good run for his money."

Aaron rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I think it's time we checked out the rest
of the goods." He took the blade from Ross and approached Robert's bound
form.

"You're not seriously going to do this," said Robert in disbelief. "... Are
you?"

"Do what?" asked Aaron, eyebrows arched.

"This ... this ... molestation!"

"I didn't think you'd mind," said Aaron. "After all, you've all but
flaunted your body at me every chance you've had!"

"That wasn't ... I was just ..." Robert gave up. Admitting that he'd just
been teasing Aaron without the slightest intention of follow-through was
more likely to set back his case than help him.

He tried again. "Look, I'm not gay. And I've learned my lesson now. So you
can let me go. Please." There was a hopeful note in his voice and a
pleading expression on his face, which Aaron thought made Robert look young
and painfully cute. He could scarcely believe that Robert was poised to
become the stepfather of a teenager, when he looked barely out of his teens
himself.

Aaron turned to his partner in crime. "Ross, maybe we shouldn't ..."

Ross rolled his eyes. "Oh, for fuck's sake. You're a bloody pushover." He
grabbed the blade back from Aaron and swiftly slashed Robert's shorts to
shreds. The blond stud, stunned speechless by the suddenness of Ross's
actions, was now clad in just a pair of skin-tight, red trunks.

Ross tugged on the waistband of these, letting it snap back in place. "What
about these panties? Better without them?"

"I thought your brother was the gay one!" squawked Robert. Aaron was
looking similarly astonished.

"Don't get me wrong, Pretty Boy, you ain't getting me hot like birds
do. But watching you squirm is a heck of a lot of fun." Ross ran his rough,
working hands over Robert's smooth torso, thumbing his nipples. Robert was
mortified when his nipples hardened – his past lovers had discovered
their sensitivity, but he'd never before had them stimulated by another
man. He hoped neither of his captors had noticed the stirring in his pants.

Aaron was facing a similar predicament, but found it far more
welcome. Straight men had always been his Achilles heel – from his very
first crush on Ross's half-brother, Adam. Adam was sadly straight, so Aaron
didn't have any success seducing him, but earlier that year he'd had a
one-night stand with another Barton brother, the openly gay Finn. As
enjoyable as that had been on a purely physical level, it hadn't provoked
the kind of visceral response as watching Ross molest a near-naked straight
man did.

"Yes," he said hoarsely. "Better without the pants."

Ross smirked. "And just a minute ago you were about to talk me out of
this. Now let's see if Pretty Boy's a natural blond or not." The blade went
to work again, this time divesting Robert of his last vestige of
modesty. The tatters of his trunks floated down to join the rest of his
shredded clothing on the barn floor. Ross stepped aside, hands stretched
with palms forward, as if to present the totally nude Robert. Aaron thought
him rather like an auctioneer exhibiting the next artwork for sale, and it
was quite an apt analogy, for Aaron had never seen anything quite as
beautiful. Robert's perfectly-proportioned cock emerged from a golden bush,
while his full ball-sack hung unusually low. And his rear – well, it was
nothing short of spectacular. Full, firm globes of muscle, dusted with
ultra-fine blond hair, which caught the light and made Robert's arse seem
like it was coated in a sheath of the softest gold.

"The carpet does match the drapes after all," snickered Ross. "It's a good
thing I didn't place that bet on you dyeing your hair. I'd not have put it
past you, Pretty Boy."

Robert was thoroughly humiliated, not least because his cock was
semi-erect. It was one thing to tease gullible gay men like Lawrence and
Aaron, but another entirely to be helpless while they could do just about
anything to you.

"Not gay, huh?" Ross repeated Robert's words back to him, nodding towards
his exposed tumescence. (Aaron was still drinking in the sight of his naked
crush.)

"You try having a guy twist your tits and see if your dick stays soft,"
retorted Robert.

Ross grunted, and gave Robert's nipples a little more attention, rolling
them coarsely between his calloused fingers. Robert shuddered in shame as
his aureoles hardened to the point where they could have cut glass and more
blood rushed to his cock.

"Oy, Livesy, you gonna just stand there and gape while I do all the work?"
grumbled Ross. "Who's the gay one here anyway?"

Aaron snapped out of his daze. "Yeah. Yeah. Sorry. I just don't know where
to start. I feel like a kid in a candy store. There's so much to play with
and I want to try it all. Fuck, I need to have him in every way."

Aaron was not one for verbosity so this frank admission unnerved Robert all
the more. He'd been holding on to hope that his captors might be content
with feeling him up, but he was beginning to fear that they planned to go a
lot further than some simple groping.

Ross moved around to Robert's rear, clearing the way for Aaron to attack
Robert's front. He rubbed Robert's pecs with one hand, delighting in the
firm mounds of muscle crowned by rock-hard nipples. His other hand stroked
the stud's sculpted abs, tracing the dark golden treasure trail down to his
cock. The dual sensations were too much for Robert, whose cock swelled to a
full erection. He wriggled helplessly in his bonds, hating what was
happening to him but turned on nonetheless.

"You've got really nice lips," Aaron told him, before attempting to snog
him. He was going for a French kiss, but the blond hunk had pursed his lips
tightly.

Aaron grinned. "You won't open your mouth, eh? Bad boy." His free hand
reached down to squeeze Robert's balls. He gasped, and Aaron took the
opportunity to force his tongue into Robert's mouth. Robert wouldn't have
thought the typically reticent Aaron would be such a passionate kisser –
he seemed to be trying to suck Robert's tonsils out – but he couldn't
know that Aaron himself was surprised. It was testament to Robert's beauty
that the gay lad's lust was in overdrive.

Robert wasn't aware that Ross had quietly taken out his cell phone and
snapped a few pics of the snogging. You could never have too much blackmail
material, after all.

It was a good five minutes before Aaron came up for air. They were both
breathing heavily and Robert was reeling from what was the best snog of his
life – except that it had involved another bloke!

He felt the need to defend his heterosexuality. "You bastard! I said I'm
not like you! I – aaah!" His rant was cut short as Ross decided to grab
each of his buns in a hand and squeeze them, hard. Ross's fingers were
dangerously deep in the captive's furry crack.

"That's a crackin' arse you got there, mate," Ross complimented him. "I
take back what I said about you not getting me hot. This arse could make
any bloke horny." Robert heard him spit onto his hand and then a wet finger
began prising apart his tightly-clenched arse cheeks.

"Jesus," gasped Robert. "You can't."

"I think you'll find we can do anything we want, Pretty Boy." Ross's finger
forced its way deep into Robert's crack, and pressed insistently at his
virginal sphincter. "The more you resist, the more it'll hurt. It's up to
you."

"You have to be fucking kidding if you think I'm going to make it easy for
you to rape me," grunted Robert. Sweat formed on his brow as he focused on
clenching his arse. He barely noticed that Aaron had pulled his own cock
out of his trackies and was fisting it furiously while he licked Robert's
right nipple.

"Mate, a little help here," Ross entreated Aaron. He wasn't having any luck
forcing his finger past Robert's sphincter.

Aaron reluctantly abandoned his captive's nipple and went round the
back. "Let me show you how it's done."

He crouched down and parted Robert's arse cheeks. The peach fuzz on his bum
grew thicker and darker around his tightly-puckered, pink hole. Aaron
licked his chops – if he needed any further confirmation that every inch
of Robert's body was sublime, this was it. He'd originally intended to
simply finger Robert but the sight of his virginal orifice ignited a new
desire in him. He wanted to taste this hunk's hairy hole.

Ross watched in interest as Aaron planted his face in Robert's arse and
flicked his tongue across his rosebud. Robert had never been rimmed before,
and his eyes widened at the pleasurable sensation.

His nose firmly entrenched in Robert's crack, Aaron breathed in lungfuls of
his manly scent. It was almost enough to make him blow his wad. Robert
smelled as wonderful as he looked. Aaron's tongue forcefully prodded
Robert's hole and the stud, carried away by ecstasy, couldn't help
unclenching his sphincter. Aaron immediately began tongue-fucking him,
pushing in as deep as he could go. Robert was so tight that every time a
wave of pleasure rolled through him, Aaron's tongue was almost flattened
into a pancake - but he didn't care. He was practically intoxicated on the
stud's arse juices. He slurped on them noisily.

"Damn!" whistled Ross. "Didn't think you were into this stuff, Livesy, but
that looks fucking hot." He rubbed his own growing bulge in his
trackies. "I don't suppose you want to give me a go, being partners and all
that."

Aaron came up for air briefly. "I'm occupied right now, but I'm not the
only one here who's got a tongue to eat you out with."

Robert realized what Aaron was suggesting. "W-what? No way! I'm not putting
my tongue anywhere near a bloke's arse. That's sick!"

"Oh yeah, Pretty Boy? For something so sick, you seem to be enjoying it
just fine yourself." Ross gestured towards Robert's leaking cock. A steady
stream of precum burbled out the end.

"Besides," he added, "you're in no position to negotiate." Ross unfastened
Robert's wrists from the ceiling beam and pushed him down onto all
fours. His hands were still cuffed and his legs were immobile, so he
couldn't have run for it even if he wanted to. Aaron didn't miss a beat; he
moved forward so his tongue stayed firmly lodged in Robert's hole.

Ross casually dropped his trackies and bared his muscular bum right in
front of Robert's face. Aaron snuck a glance at Ross's arse and thought to
himself that the Barton boys were a terrifically fit bunch.

"Get stuck in there, Pretty Boy," he ordered.

Robert stared, entranced by the thug's sweaty, hairy taint. He couldn't
believe what was being asked of him. It was insane. He had a fiancιe at
home, a beautiful and wealthy older woman who currently thought the world
of him for "fighting off" two burglars to protect her. Yet here he was,
naked on his knees, with one bloke tonguing his hole and another expecting
him to do the same to him!

"I think Pretty Boy needs a little encouragement," said Ross impatiently.

Aaron was happy to give him the incentive. He was extremely eager to see
Robert make love to another man's bumhole with his tongue. So he gave
Robert's balls a firm squeeze, eliciting a yelp from the stud.

"Tongue in arse, now, or I won't be so gentle," he warned.

Robert reluctantly stuck his tongue out and inched towards Ross's crack,
but he just couldn't bring himself to bridge those final centimetres. It
was just too fucking gay for this straight lad.

Tired of waiting, Ross took the decision out of his hands. Reaching behind
him, he grabbed Robert's head and mashed it into his arse. So strong was
his grip that Robert felt like he was being suffocated. He had no choice
but to breathe, and the scents of Ross's arse immediately assailed his
nostrils.

"Lick," ordered Ross. "I want to feel your tongue, or it'll be the worse
for you."

Robert tentatively reached out and swiped his tongue across Ross's hole. It
wasn't so bad, he thought. Ross tasted quite clean – sweaty but
clean. Emboldened by this discovery, Robert began rimming him in
earnest. His tongue burrowed deep into Ross's arse. He tried his best to
emulate the incredible things Aaron was doing to his own arse, perhaps
hoping that, if he gave Ross a good rim-job, his captors might let him
leave with his anal virginity intact.

Of course, there was no chance of THAT happening. Ross and Aaron might
initially have only planned to strip and scare Robert, but that scheme had
gone out the window the instant they set eyes on his phenomenal physique in
all its glory. Not even Ross, who identified as straight, was willing to
let Robert go without sampling that magnificently tight arse!

Robert was so lost in ecstasy that he didn't notice when Aaron replaced his
tongue with a finger, sawing in and out of Robert's spit-slick hole. The
addition of a second finger, however, couldn't be missed by the beleaguered
stud. Robert groaned into Ross's arse as his own was vigorously
double-fingered.

Aaron simultaneously used his free hand to alternate between slapping one
cheek and then the other – for no other reason than make Robert feel
like a naughty schoolboy being punished. In this quest he was quite
successful, for Robert's (half-hidden) face and shoulders grew as pink as
his spanked arse – although that could be partly attributed to Ross's
contented cooing: "Yeah lick my shitter, Pretty Boy - nice and deep!"

Despite how he might have been feeling about his ordeal, Robert's dick
wasn't flagging. By the time Aaron's third finger squeezed its way into his
guts, he was a hair's breadth away from ejaculating. Aaron knew his way
around the male anatomy, and since he didn't want Robert cumming just yet,
he expertly manipulated Robert's body to keep his orgasm at bay. Every time
Robert came close, he'd ease up on massaging his prostate and give his
balls a painful squeeze instead. His entire body was taut with tension and
sweat was pouring off him. This was going to last. When it eventually came,
Robert's orgasm would be both glorious and crushing.

"I think it's time we replaced these fingers with something more
substantial," announced Aaron. He lazily lapped at the pool of sweat that
had accumulated in the small of Robert's back.

"Oh man," grumbled Ross, "just as it was starting to get good." He turned
around, and both the other men's eyes widened as they saw his tool for the
first time. Ross's dick hung more than halfway down his muscular thighs;
Aaron estimated it at a good ten inches, and it wasn't even fully hard yet!

Ross knew what they were looking at, which brought a smirk to his face. He
was fully aware that he was exceptionally well-endowed.

"Um," said Aaron finally. "There's no reason to stop the rim-job. Robert's
mouth will still be free while I fuck his arse."

"You're right, but I think I'm going to see if he can fit little Ross into
that pretty little mouth of his."

"Little?" Robert objected. "That thing of yours is fucking massive!"

"Why, thank you, Pretty Boy," Ross responded sardonically. "I'm glad you
like it, because you're about to become intimately acquainted with
not-so-little Ross. Just try not to choke on it – if I feel any teeth, I
swear to God you'll live just long enough to regret it!"

"Here, help me move him to that table over there and lay him on his back. I
want to see his face when I take his cherry," said Aaron eagerly, as he
stripped off fully. "You only get to break him in once, and I'm going to
make fucking sure his first time is real special."

"I knew deep down you were a romantic, Livesy." Ross gave a snort, but he
agreed to Aaron's request.

Robert trembled with a curious mix of trepidation and arousal as he
manhandled over to the table. His heart was racing at a thousand beats per
second while his cock was leaking a nonstop flow of precum that matted his
pubes and turned them a darker shade of gold. The fingering of his hole had
been forceful and relentless, but it had stimulated a part of him that had
never before known the touch of man (or woman). His brain might have
protested the depravity of losing his anal virginity unwillingly to a pair
of chavs, but he'd been edged by Aaron into a haze of horniness where it
seemed a small price to pay for the much-coveted orgasm. Besides, he
already had the arse juices of another man smeared all over his face, and a
cock wasn't going to be that much of a difference to the three fingers that
had penetrated his bum ... or so he hoped. (Ross's massive dong did scare
him; it looked long enough to come out the other side, although Robert knew
it was physically impossible.)

While he was agonizing over this quandary, he was unceremoniously dumped
onto the table, with his arse hanging off its edge and arms thrown out
behind his head. Aaron unlocked the chain linking his ankles and propped
them up on his bare shoulders. Robert's captors were evidently no longer
concerned that he might make a break for it – not that he had a prayer
of getting away from them anyhow.

At this point, Robert got his first good look at Aaron's nudity. Unlike
himself, the young mechanic's body was toned through manual labour rather
than exercise, so he didn't have the same degree of muscle definition, but
it was certainly not displeasing to the eye – at least not for those who
were so inclined. Aaron had a little hair on his chest and a lot on his
crotch; he clearly wasn't a fan of manscaping. Robert gulped as his gaze
settled on Aaron's cock – fully erect, it must have been close to 8
inches (an inch or so more than Robert's own). But it was its girth that
worried him; Aaron's tool was as thick as a beer can.

He made a last-ditch attempt to stop his captors from violating
him. "Please, Aaron, I'll pay you to stop right now. Just name your
price. You know I'm good for it."

"You're good for a bumming, that's what you are," declared Ross
unsympathetically. Money was usually a strong motivator for the criminally
predisposed hunk, but he was sex-starved since Donna died and right now
Robert's virgin arse looked more tantalizing than any payoff. He shed his
clothes in anticipation of his blowjob from the stud. Aaron tore his eyes
away from Robert just long enough to see Ross fully naked. His oversized
cock commanded most of the attention, but the smooth torso above and chunky
thighs below were no less distracting.

"I promise it won't hurt," Aaron reassured Robert.

"How will it not hurt?" demanded Robert. "You're going to shove those dicks
up my virgin arse! I've never even put my finger up there before!"

"I just put in three," Aaron pointed out. "Alright, so it won't be
pain-free, not at first, but you'll come to enjoy it in time. Or so I'm
told."

"You mean you don't know?" a disbelieving Robert asked.

Aaron shrugged. "I've never been fucked myself, but I never had any
complaints from the guys I fucked."

"Knew Finn was a total bottom," Ross muttered under his breath. He'd asked
his little brother once, but Finn had refused to dignify the question with
a reply.

"So, ready for your first fuck?" Aaron asked Robert.

"Do I have a choice?" Robert snivelled.

"Of course you do," said Ross. "In fact, we're only going to fuck you if
you beg for it."

"It's bad enough you want to rape me, but you want me to beg for it? You're
out of your mind if you think that's gonna happen."

"Okay," said Ross calmly. "Livesy, why don't you bring out the machine you
guys use to milk cows? We can attach Pretty Boy to that and leave him for
the farmhands to discover when they arrive in the morning."

Robert was horrified. "Jesus! Don't do that! I'll do what you want."

Ross smirked. "Good boy. So what do you have to say to Livesy?"

Robert had to swallow his pride (he'd soon be swallowing a lot
worse). "Please, Aaron," he said tentatively, "will you fuck me?"

Ross gave him a smack upside the head. "In what universe does that qualify
as begging? Put more feelin' into it. Show that you fucking want it."

Robert gritted his teeth and started again. "Aaron, please, I need you to
fuck me. I want your cock inside me. I want it so fucking bad. Please,
mate, I'm begging you - pound my arse!"

"Well, there's no way I could refuse an offer like that." Aaron exchanged a
glance with Ross, who discreetly put away his phone with Robert none the
wiser that his plea to be arse-fucked had been recorded.

Aaron held Robert's hips in a firm grip as he rubbed his stiffy up and down
the stud's crack. Robert couldn't help but shiver in anticipation. His
dripping cock, proudly reaching for the sky, belied the shame he felt so
acutely.

"Your arse is gonna be fucking mint," remarked Aaron. He was dying to
plunge his cock into Robert and plough his insides, but he knew the joys of
deflowering a straight bloke – especially one as handsome as Robert –
were hard to come by, and he didn't want to rush it. He turned his face
sideways to kiss the toned, gold-sprinkled calf resting on his right
shoulder.

"You said you wanted it bad. Just how bad do you want it, Pretty Boy?" he
teased.

"Oh God, so bad," moaned Robert. He wasn't even pretending at this
juncture. He did genuinely want to have his prostate pounded by Aaron's
thick cock, so he could release his pent-up load. "Please, get me off," he
begged. "Fucking tear my arse apart but just let me cum!"

Aaron grinned. "Watch and learn, lads. You too, Ross. This is how you get a
bloke to cum without even touching his cock."

"That'll be something else if you can do that," said Ross doubtfully.

"Wanna place a wager?" challenged Aaron.

Ross took a look at the writhing Robert and then Aaron's cocky expression
and decided the wager would be ill-advised.

Aaron smirked and placed his cock-head at the entrance to Robert's
chute. The captive stud quivered some more, and actually tried to push his
arse out to be penetrated.

"Remember this moment, Robert. You only lose your cherry once, but it'll
leave you permanently marked as another man's bitch. Now relax and prepare
to have your arse bred." Aaron forced his cock-head past Robert's
sphincter. The blond hunk let out a whimper. He knew Aaron was right. There
was no going back after this. He could bed as many women as he wanted, but
he'd never be able to forget this night.

Aaron was slowly feeding more and more of his cock into Robert's hole. With
only Aaron's spit and Robert's arse juices for lubrication, it was an
amazingly tight squeeze (Aaron had to rely on every fibre of his being not
to lose control and shoot his load on contact). He'd have brought lube had
he known they were going to fuck Robert, but of course that wasn't part of
the original plan.

Ross, having a mean streak, would have preferred Aaron to be a bit rougher
on Robert, but Aaron couldn't bring himself to brutalize the beautiful
blond. How could he? He didn't normally go for pretty boys, but Robert's
cockiness contrasted ever so enticingly with his boyish cuteness.  Aaron
sincerely didn't want to harm him - just teach him a very memorable
lesson. A lesson that, hopefully, he'd want to repeat. Right now, Aaron
thought there was a very good chance that Robert would crave a reprise of
their sexual encounter.

"Just a bit more, baby," Aaron murmured, already six inches deep. He
concentrated on Robert's face, which was somehow even more gorgeous in his
suffering.

"You mean you're not fully in yet?" Robert groaned. He felt like there was
a red-hot poker (a very thick poker) spearing his guts.

A way to distract the stud from his agony crossed Aaron's mind. He leaned
forwards, his stomach brushing against Robert's sticky erection, and locked
lips with him. At first Robert was taken aback, but he quickly cottoned on
to what Aaron was attempting and reciprocated, hungrily mauling the
mechanic's lips. The last two inches of Aaron's cock slipped into Robert's
arse with barely a whimper.

He let it bask there for a few moments, revelling in the snug fit of
Robert's steamy, velvety insides. It was sheer bliss.

Then he began to rock his hips gently, pulling out a couple of inches and
then shoving it back in. He had every intention of going slow, but even
Aaron's self-control had its limit, and that limit was presently balls deep
in Robert's freshly deflowered arse. Before either of them knew it, Aaron
was long-dicking Robert, his balls slapping against fuzzy blond arse with
every deep, powerful thrust.

Robert whimpered in protest at this vigorous introduction to man-sex, which
was proving a lot more excruciating than Aaron had promised.

"Sorry," gasped Aaron in between pants. "Got a ... little carried
... away. Just needa ... angle it ... better. Ah!" His dick had found
Robert's sweet spot.

A spasm coursed through the prone hunk's body, and his hard cock twitched
violently against Aaron's belly.

Aaron smiled at Robert. "See, I told you."

Ross, who had grown restless watching the pair rut while he only had his
own hand to stroke his dick, interrupted. "If you guys are done playing
kissy face, I want my blowjob now."

Aaron reluctantly detached his lips from Robert's. "His mouth is all
yours," he told Ross.

Ross bounced over, looking pleased as Punch. "Finally! Now remember what I
told you about the teeth," he warned Robert.

Robert gulped as his gigantic dick came into his sightline. "Uh ... just
how big is it?"

"Eleven inches, baby," Ross announced, thrusting his crotch proudly and
nearly taking Robert's eye out. A string of precum landed across his
forehead.

"Open wide," instructed Ross. Robert acquiesced, still uncertain how he was
expected to suck an 11-inch dong.

"How strong's your gag reflex?" asked Aaron.

"A what reflex?" asked Robert.

"Gag reflex. As in, how far back in your mouth can you put stuff without
retching?"

"How the fuck would I know that?" demanded Robert. "It's not like I have
cock-sucking experience."

A funny look came over Aaron's face. "You mean you've never encountered
your gag reflex before?"

Robert was concerned. "Is that a bad thing?"

Ross was quicker to catch Aaron's meaning. He chuckled, "Quite the
opposite, Pretty Boy. It means you can probably deep-throat little
Ross. You might not have cock-sucking experience – yet – but your
body was certainly built for it!"

Without waiting for Robert's reply, Ross plunged his cock into his open
mouth. Robert only just managed to stop himself from biting down. It was
like a fucking python was slithering down his throat – all eleven inches
of hot, hard flesh. Ross didn't pause until his wiry pubes were tickling
Robert's nostrils and overwhelming them with his musky, patently male
aroma.

"Ross, you can't just shove it down his throat like that," Aaron called out
in alarm. "Look at him, he's gonna choke."

Ross looked down and saw that Aaron was right. Robert's face was turning
purple and his arms were thrashing wildly.

"Oh shit." He quickly pulled his dick out.

Once his airway was clear, poor Robert gulped down huge breaths of
air. "Bastard," he rasped at Ross, who looked suitably chastened.

Aaron rubbed Robert's throat gently. "The key is not to panic and remember
to breathe. Of course, it would help if some people were more considerate
of the fact it's your first time sucking cock," he added pointedly.

"Alright, I get it," grunted Ross. "You got carried away fucking him; can
you really blame me for the same thing? It's not every day you come across
a cock-sucker with no gag reflex."

Aaron relented. "Okay, try again, slowly this time."

Robert stared at him in dismay. "He nearly killed me the first time, and
you're gonna let him try again?"

"Don't be so melodramatic. I stopped him before anything bad happened,
didn't I? Besides, I kinda want to see those pretty blowjob lips of yours
wrapped around his cock." Aaron dipped two fingers in the copious precum
that was pooled in Robert's navel and brought it up to his lips. "Suck on
that," he ordered.

Robert hesitantly engulfed Aaron's fingers, tasting his salty-sweet precum
for the first time. Aaron carefully pushed his fingers deeper in, right up
to the base of Robert's throat. He truly did lack a gag reflex. Aaron
realized. He was going to make a fantastic cock-sucker.

Aaron extricated his fingers and wiped them off on Robert's golden locks.

"Now Ross's cock. Gently." This last word was directed at his
co-conspirator.

Ross placed his cock-head on Robert's cautiously extended tongue and then
began to feed him the rest of his massive tool. Robert was naturally wary
of Ross, but the chav was sincerely repentant and almost reverential in
this second attempt to have his cock sucked.

Aaron watched in satisfaction as Robert swallowed more and more of Ross's
dick. He could actually see Robert's throat muscles straining under his
skin to accommodate the python. He was overcome by the desire to nuzzle
Robert's neck while the straight stud deep-throated Ross's oversized prong.

Robert was startled when he first felt Aaron's lips brush against his neck
but the gently lapping tongue was oddly reassuring. It helped put him in a
Zen state where he could concentrate on his breathing. He found it much
easier this time around, even when Ross picked up the pace of his
face-fucking. Aaron had also resumed his fuck of Robert's arse so Robert
was rocked back and forth on the table by the spit-roast at which he was
the fulcrum. It was, he thought dazedly, a truly bizarre position for a
straight bloke to find himself in.

Aaron was nuzzling the tangle of sweaty, dark-gold hair in Robert's armpit
when he felt Robert's arse muscles clamp down on his cock – a sure sign
of an impending orgasm. He quickly backed off, letting Robert's rigid,
untouched dick spew a veritable geyser of cum a good three feet into the
air. It splashed down all over the trio, although it was obviously Robert
who got the brunt of it. From hair to thighs, he was splattered with his
own seed – and what a lot of it there was, too. Robert always had been
quite prolific in the amount of spunk he could produce, but this was the
first time he found himself the recipient of his own abundant load.

Ross paused mid-thrust at this spectacle. "I'm glad I didn't take that
wager. Did you see him curl his toes? He fucking loved it."

Aaron hadn't, since Robert's feet were laced behind his head, and Robert,
in the throes of his most intense orgasm, hadn't realized either. But
Ross's mocking proclamation was enough to make him blush from head to
shoulders under their thick coating of cum. That, and the post-climatic
spasms of Robert's arse muscles, tipped Aaron over the edge and he let out
a roar as he came as well. Robert moaned around Ross's cock as he felt
another man's white-hot seed flood his bowels.

Aaron was content to let his cock wallow in the sticky heat of his own
orgasm while he waited for Ross to blow his load. Robert was earnestly
trying to get him off, because his jaw was starting to ache. Fortunately
for him, Ross was close to the tipping point and it only took another
couple of minutes before he spilled his load. Volley after volley of cum
shot straight down Robert's throat, but Ross pulled out before he finished
squirting, so he could spray some of his seed on Robert's face. He'd always
found it terribly arousing to shower a girl's face with his semen, and he
was not surprised that the same held true for arrogant, straight blokes.

He dried his cock on Robert's hair. "Right, Livesy, time to swap places."

Robert groaned. He was definitely not looking forward to having Aaron's
wickedly thick cock rape his throat while Ross's monstrously long one
plundered his arse. But that was exactly what transpired.

It was lucky that Robert had been able to enjoy a fairly gentle initiation
into gay sex because his fuckers abandoned all restraint in the second
round. Yes, even Aaron, who was almost brutal in face-fucking Robert. He
was finding the congealing cum on the hapless stud's face almost as much of
a turn-on as Ross did.

Meanwhile the latter had brusquely shoved his cock into Robert's lovely
arse. After being stretched by Aaron's dick and lubricated by his cum, the
average girth of Ross's didn't present a significant challenge to Robert's
distended sphincter. The last three inches, though, were a different
story. It took a lot of manoeuvring before Ross managed to bury his cock up
to the hilt. Robert thought faintly that the monster must be jabbing him in
the stomach. It didn't help that, on every thrust, Ross was determined to
pull out all but the head of his cock before slamming it all the way back
in. Each thrust sent a jolt through Robert's prone body which was
transferred to Aaron's cock lodged in his throat.

"Sweet arse," sighed Ross blissfully. "I underestimated you, Pretty
Boy. You are one brilliant fuck."

Yes, like that commendation was going to soothe Robert's battered ego.

Ross didn't know his way around a man's body so it took a while and some
coaching from Aaron before he located Robert's prostate. Once he had,
however, he was pounding it with alacrity. Not because he cared about
Robert's enjoyment, mind you, but because he knew Robert would be
thoroughly humiliated if he had another hands-free orgasm while being
arse-fucked.

He succeeded admirably in his mission, with the intensely stimulated Robert
being once again the first among the trio to blow his wad. This second load
was no less abundant than the first, and a fresh coat of cum was added to
Robert's handsome, beet-red features. Aaron privately thought that his
attractiveness went up exponentially when he blushed.

Ross was next to climax, bellowing as he doubled the spunk that was
squelching around inside Robert. Aaron soon followed suit, keeping to
Ross's precedent of dumping half his load down Robert's throat and the
other half on his face to mingle with Ross's and Robert's own seed.

The two fuckers pulled out of their exhausted captive, giving him hope that
his ordeal was finally over. He wasn't sure his body could take much more
of this frenetic fucking.

"Please," he said softly. "You've had your fun. Can I go free now?"

Aaron and Ross traded looks. Both were spent from two orgasms in the space
of an hour, but neither was willing to let their captive go, not after
discovering the exquisite pleasure his body could give them.

"Tell you what, Pretty Boy. One more fuck, and you're free to go."

Robert's shoulders sagged. "Okay." At least there was a definite timeline
for his liberty.

"But this time you're going to fuck yourself," Ross continued.

Robert blinked repeatedly. "Pardon?"

That made Ross chuckle. "Look at him, all polite and shit. I meant you're
going to sit yourself on our cocks and ride them like there's no tomorrow."

Robert blanched. How was it Ross managed to hit on new ways to degrade him?
But he nodded tightly. After all, he was no virgin – not anymore. A
request that would have utterly outraged him that morning no longer seemed
out of the ordinary.

His captors lifted him up from the table and set him on his feet – he
needed their assistance, for his limbs were stiff. Then Aaron lay down in
his place on the table, and Ross helped him clamber up to squat with his
feet on either side of Aaron's waist and his hole poised directly over his
rigid rod.

"Get to work," ordered Ross.

It was harder than it looked. They hadn't uncuffed his hands so he was
totally reliant on his leg muscles to provide the force required to impale
himself on Aaron's dick.

"All the way down," insisted Aaron. Robert grunted as he lowered his arse
right down until Aaron's pubes were brushing against his cheeks. Then he
propelled himself up, so only the bulbous cock-head remained inside him,
and reversed the motion again.

Somehow, being fucked in this position made it feel like Aaron's dick was
going in deeper than it had when he was fucked on his back. That couldn't
possibly be true (could it?) but it made him shudder to think of how being
impaled on Ross's 11-inch monster would feel.

Actually, he was a lot closer to finding out than he imagined. You see,
Ross had been quite literal when he said Robert was going to sit himself on
their cocks and ride them. He hadn't meant that Robert was going to be
impaled on their cocks one after the other. No, he meant both dicks were
going up the stud's rectum AT THE SAME TIME.

So it was that, while Robert accustomed himself to the sensation of being
skewered by Aaron's cock, Ross crept up from behind and began prodding his
stuffed hole with his fingers.

Robert tensed. "W-what are you doing?"

"What do you think, Pretty Boy? Prepping you for a double-dicking."

"W-what? No! No!" Robert gazed desperately at Aaron. "Aaron, please, tell
him that's crazy! I can't possibly take both your dicks at the same time."

Aaron wasn't about to tell Ross anything of the sort. The image of Robert,
squealing like a stuck pig as two big dicks pulverized his arse, intrigued
him. He simply asked, "Ross, are you sure you know what you're doing?"

"Honestly? No. But how hard can it be?"

"Very hard! Very, very hard!" yelped Robert, partly in hysterics and partly
in pain, for Ross's fingers were insistently ramming their way into his
arse alongside Aaron's dick.

"Oh, shut your gob. If we'd listened to you, we'd never have learned what
an amazing fuck you are."

"Oh God," wailed Robert. "You're going to fucking rip me apart."

Ross had had enough. "Listen, bitch, stop that crying. What kind of husband
are you gonna make for that bird of yours if you start bawling just at the
thought of a little pain? We've not hurt you this far and we don't intend
to start now. The only way you're getting injured is if you
resist. Understand?"

"Y-yeah," stammered Robert, struggling to get his panic under control.

"Good lad," said Ross, ruffling his blond hair – a gesture which Robert
had always hated. "Now relax your arse muscles and let me loosen you up
with my fingers."

Of course, a couple of fingers were still no substitute for the real
deal. Aaron thought it a good thing that they'd set their trap for Robert
far enough from the farmhouse that Robert's shriek of agony went unheard.

"Alright, alright, settle down," whispered Ross in Robert's ear, stroking
the pained, panting stud's shoulders with surprising gentleness, as one
might a favourite horse. Aaron thought it a miracle that Robert hadn't
fainted when Ross forced his dick into his already stuffed hole. His eyes
had rolled up in his head and his body had gone limp, but he'd not lost
consciousness.  Evidently, he was made of sterner stuff than his
preternaturally beautiful appearance suggested. He was, however, absolutely
drenched in sweat. Aaron wanted to lick him.

He gestured to Ross to release his grip on Robert, and the blond flopped
forward into Aaron's waiting arms.

"You're doing great, Robert," he whispered, sticking his tongue in Robert's
ear. "Really, fucking brilliant."

"Hurts," mumbled Robert deliriously. Too fucking cute, thought Aaron.

Aaron buried his nose in Robert's sweat-soaked golden locks. "It'll be over
soon," he promised. He jabbed upward with his cock, and Robert's body
jerked in his arms.

"Why?" he whimpered.

"Because you're too sexy for your own good," admitted Aaron. "And you
fucking know it." He reached down to grab Robert's dick. It had wilted when
Robert was double-penetrated, but it stirred to life again under Aaron's
touch.

Apparently this reinvigorated Robert, for he started rubbing up against
Aaron.

"You'll make me cum again?" he asked hopefully.

"That goes without saying," replied Aaron.

"But I need one thing to help me through."

"Anything."

"Kiss me?"

Aaron didn't need to be asked twice. Making out with Robert was almost as
pleasurable as fucking him. He didn't even complain when Robert chewed his
lower lip during a particularly deep thrust. The pain barely registered
against the incredible sensation of cramming his dick alongside Ross's
within the squishy, sizzling hot confines of Robert's spectacular arse.

Their joint third orgasms were a foregone conclusion. It would have defied
logic for anyone to last more than five minutes double-dicking an arse like
Robert Sugden's. The excessive spooge leaked out of his hole and saturated
Aaron's pubes. Ross pulled out and gave Aaron the space to manoeuvre his
softening dick for one last thrust. Robert cried out as he reached his own
climax, showering Aaron from face to belly with his seed. Aaron didn't
really mind; in fact he licked his lips and was rather tickled to ascertain
that Robert's cum was sweet.

Of course, he didn't want to appear soft in front of Ross, so he sternly
admonished Robert for making a mess and ordered him to lick it all up. The
subjugated stud meekly went to work giving Aaron a full tongue-bath, not
even balking at sucking the sweat from his armpits. Intermittently, Ross
would scoop some of the cum from Robert's arse and feed it to him. Robert
felt queasy about eating this mixture of arse slime and spunk, but he
stomached it. He was more troubled by the fact that he barely felt Ross's
fingers prodding his anal cavity. What kind of state was his rectum in?

His captors were finally satisfied that he'd licked Aaron clean from top to
taint, and that they'd fed him a goodly quantity of the semen they'd
deposited in his arse. (They left the cum on his face and body untouched,
for reasons that would soon become apparent.)

"Well, Pretty Boy," Ross said as he pulled his clothes back on, "I guess
this is where we part ways. No hard feelings, yeah? You got what you
deserved, so we're even now."

"Yeah," echoed Aaron. "Don't think of trying to get back at us, `cause we'd
hate to have to show your pretty fiancιe what you've been up to while
she's away."

"What do you mean – what I've been up to? You guys fucking raped me!"

Ross smirked and played back a recording on his phone. "Aaron, please, I
need you to fuck me. I want your cock inside me. I want it so fucking
bad. Please, mate, I'm begging you - pound my arse!"

Robert stared open-mouthed. "You bastards!"

Ross tutted. "And here I thought you were a polite little shit. You want to
see some of the photos I took too? Got a real nice one of you trying to eat
Livesy's face."

Robert winced. "You don't need that recording, or those photos," he
pleaded. "It would kill Chrissie. I swear I won't try anything. Haven't I
done everything you asked of me? I sucked your cocks, I licked your arses,
I even let you double-dick me!"

"Yes. Yes, you did. And that's the only reason we're not emailing this to
her right this second. But you must think us idiots if we'd just give up
our leverage on a nasty git like you."

"But ... you're just going to keep it between the three of us, right?"

"Oh, we can't promise you that. My little brother's got a right crush on
you. I bet Finn would enjoy watching you get the shit fucked out of
you. It's probably better than 90% of the gay porn he's always wanking off
to."

"You're going to tell Finn about Robert?" interjected Aaron, a little
jealously.

"Well, you don't want to scratch his itch for him, so someone has to, and
who better than Pretty Boy?"

"You can't keep making me do this," whined Robert. "I'm not gay."

"Yeah? Too bad," sneered Ross. "All I know is you've got a hell of an arse
and no gag reflex. Plus Livesy seems to like snogging you. So we'll be in
touch. Now run along home, before we think of something else to do to you."

Robert's eyes widened. "Wait. What about my clothes?"

"What about them? You can't wear those rags."

"But I can't go home naked!"

"You'd better hope you don't run into anyone then."

Robert saw that there was no point in arguing. He just prayed that the
cover of darkness would allow him to traverse the short distance between
Butler's and Home Farms unseen.

"What about these cuffs?"

"Oh yeah, we don't have the key for that," said Aaron.

Robert was stunned. "What? How am I going to explain this to Chrissie?"

"Don't worry. The key isn't lost. It's waiting for you at Home Farm, under
the mat at the back door."

"Why would you do something like that?"

Aaron shrugged. "The original plan was to make you run home naked."

"And now? The plan's changed, surely? Can't you at least give me the key or
some clothes?"

"We don't owe you anything, Pretty Boy – we're the ones in control now."

"But-"

"God, he just whines on and on! Here, Livesy, help me toss him out."

Aaron and Ross each grabbed Robert by an arm and marched him out of the
barn. Spotting a muddy patch by the door, Ross couldn't resist giving poor
Robert a shove, sending him sprawling into the mud.

"Good luck getting home, Pretty Boy." And with that they slammed the door
in his face.

Robert shivered. He was naked, cuffed and caked in cum and mud. His arse
ached and he wasn't sure how long it would be before he could recover his
normal walking gait. Ross and Aaron had really done a number on him. In the
span of two hours he'd gone from being an anal virgin to having his arse
double-dicked. He could not believe those two chavs had bested him so
thoroughly. He had badly underestimated them. He promised himself that, in
spite of what he'd said, he would get back at them someday. But right now,
getting home and cleaned up before anybody else saw him was his
priority. He was glad Chrissie was gone to visit her sister. At least there
was no chance of running into her. Now he only had Lawrence and Chrissie's
son Lachlan to worry about.

He set off towards Home Farm, keeping behind the bushes wherever possible
to minimise exposure. Fortunately, he was not spotted along the way.

Home Farm was dark and he was relieved that Lawrence and Lachlan had
probably gone to bed. His ordeal at the Butler's barn must have taken
longer than he imagined.

He quietly crept across the gravel towards the back door and flipped the
mat over. Sure enough, there was a key there. He eagerly picked up and
tried to insert it into the lock on his cuffs.

That was when the light above the door came on. Robert fell backwards in
fright, just as a male voice exclaimed, "Robert?!"

THE END?

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