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 fiancée, 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 fiancée? 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 fiancée 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 fiancée 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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