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 sex between men with a strong focus on humiliation. Readers who might be offended by such themes should stop reading now. The characters don't always practise safe sex or think anything of resorting to crime, 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 smarmy personality. In short, a character desperately in need of a takedown, and I was determined to give it to him. In this chapter he encounters a new tormentor, whom (in line with this site's guidelines) I've had to age up by a couple of years. I hope that, if you enjoy this instalment, you'll let me know at the above address.
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CHAPTER 2
Robert Sugden was in a bad way. Naked, handcuffed, covered in cum, sweat, mud and God knows what else, his straight arse throbbing from a merciless deflowering, the 28-year-old blond stud had hoped to enter Home Farm unseen by his fiancee's father, Lawrence, or her teenage son, Lachlan. He had been so close, too. The key to the handcuffs had been in his hand, but he had dropped it in his fright when the door had suddenly opened and a male voice called out his name.
Now as he lay flat on the gravel, staring fearfully at this silhouetted figure, he could see his cushy life as the husband of a beautiful, wealthy woman come crashing down even before it began. Chrissie's father would have a field day with this. Not only did Lawrence hate Robert's guts because of how the stud had manipulated the old man's crush on him to advance his career, but Robert had been sure to rub his face in his folly once he was happily engaged to Lawrence's daughter. Robert shuddered as he recalled how he'd sneered at Lawrence for being a "nasty little poofter" whose staff had laughed at his pathetic gullibility in falling for Robert's flirtatious act. Now here he was, completely naked, covered in the juices of two other men, with more leaking out of his violated arse. Lawrence was probably creaming himself at this turn of events.
"What the fuck?" exclaimed the man in the doorway. "Why are you naked?"
Robert squinted. That wasn't Lawrence. "Lachlan?"
His discoverer was indeed his stepson-to-be. The teenager was staring at him with a curious expression. Robert thought this could be the lesser of two evils. Maybe he could sweet-talk the boy into keeping his secret.
Robert tried to scramble to his feet. It wasn't easy with the handcuffs. He looked around for their key and spotted it lying on the stoop, between Lachlan's feet. Lachlan saw it at the same time and picked it up.
"Looking for this?" he asked.
"Yeah," mumbled Robert. "Can I have it please?"
Lachlan made no move to hand the key over. He looked his future stepfather up and down. Robert self-consciously put his hands in front of his shrivelled cock, but there was still plenty of bare (albeit filthy) flesh on show.
"What the fuck happened to you?"
Robert thought quickly. "I, er, got jumped while I was out jogging."
"And they took your clothes?" Lachlan asked disbelievingly.
"I might've pissed them off a little," admitted Robert.
Lachlan took a step closer and sniffed the air. Robert backed away nervously, but it was futile.
"That's cum, isn't it? They spunked all over you!" Lachlan started laughing.
Robert squirmed. "Look, Lachlan, I know what this looks like, but –"
Lachlan cut him off. "Did they make you swallow?"
"NO!" Robert's denial was emphatic.
Lachlan raised an eyebrow. "So they just pumped you full of cum instead."
"I'm not a faggot," Robert disputed hotly.
"Then why do you have sperm running down your legs?"
Robert had been force-fed most of the four loads his captors had flooded his arse with, but evidently not all. He wanted to die. In a few weeks he was supposed to marry the mother of this boy, who now knew his stepfather-to-be took it up the arse.
"Please, you can't tell anyone. I didn't want to do it but they tied me up and forced me. I had no choice. They practically raped me. Lockie, please," begged Robert, hoping the nickname would appeal to Lachlan's sense of affection.
Alas, it had the opposite effect. "Don't call me Lockie!" snapped Lachlan. "You and Mum and Granddad are all the same, treating me like a little boy! I'm not the one being taken advantage of by random muggers." His eyes narrowed. "Or were they random?"
"Uh," Robert stared at his feet. "I didn't see their faces. It was dark and they were wearing masks."
Lachlan snorted. "So they didn't even take their masks off to give you that hickey?"
Robert automatically reached up to touch his neck where Aaron had kissed him.
"You are fucking cheating on Mum, aren't you? With some queers?"
"No, no I'm not!"
"I knew you were flirting with Granddad before! Mum might be blind but I'm not!"
"I was just playing that old fool to get ahead!" Robert regretted the outburst immediately.
Lachlan shook his head slowly. "Granddad was so right about you. You're just after our money, and the power it brings."
"Lockie," Robert began before amending, "Lachlan, I do love your mum, really I do. You have to believe me. Alright, I won't deny the appeal of the money and power, but it doesn't take away from the fact that I truly love your mum. Don't you think your mum deserves some happiness? You know how miserable your dad made her. I can make her happy. Please Lachlan, don't destroy that."
"Let's say I believe you and keep quiet about this. Then Mum marries a man who secretly enjoys taking it up the arse, Granddad has to part with his fortune to a sleazebag like you, and I get a closet-case for a stepdad. I mean, that's got to screw up a kid right? Just look at Mum: raised by Granddad and first she winds up with my dad and then with you."
Robert opened his mouth to protest but shut it again when Lachlan glared at him.
"Frankly, Robert, I don't see how keeping your dirty little secret benefits anyone in my family. Okay, forget Mum and Granddad for a moment. What's in it for me?"
"I ... I'll be the best stepfather you could hope for. I would be more like your best mate than a parent. I'll even talk your mum into getting you that fancy camera gear you want."
Lachlan snorted. "Like I couldn't persuade her to do that myself. And I don't really need a stepdad, even if I believed for a moment that you were capable of being a halfway decent one. Is that really all you've got to offer? I might as well yell for Granddad right now."
"Okay, what do you want then?" pleaded Robert desperately.
A cunning look came over Lachlan's face, and Robert felt a shiver run through his naked body that wasn't due to the cold.
"Well, Robert, I just got dissed by that stupid Dingle girl. Your advice on chatting up girls? Doesn't work. Though I dare say I shouldn't be surprised, since you're probably more effective at seducing blokes anyhow." Lachlan let his hand wander down to his crotch and began rubbing it – a gesture which didn't pass unnoticed by the agitated Robert.
"So right now," he continued, "what I really need is to get off. And I think you'd be the perfect candidate to help me with that."
Robert had begun to suspect this was coming, but somehow it was no less shocking hearing it spoken out loud.
"No fucking way!" he shrieked, before remembering that Lawrence was asleep upstairs. With great effort, he controlled his voice and hissed, "What the fuck's wrong with you? I always knew you were a freak but I never thought you'd come up with something like that. I'm your mum's fiancé, for crying out loud! And I told you I'm no fag. I'm sure as hell no pedo either."
Lachlan rolled his eyes. "Are all queers such drama queens? How the fuck does my offer make you a pedo? I'm over the age of consent."
"Just barely! We only celebrated your birthday last week!"
"Barely or not, you're covered from a legal standpoint. Although," mused Lachlan, "I'm not sure if there's a law against stepfathers seducing their teenage stepsons. I guess we'll cross that hurdle when, and if, I let it go that far." Lachlan asserted his hold over Robert ever so casually, but there was no mistaking the underlying menace. If Robert didn't play along, there would be no wedding.
Surely teenage boys were more discriminating than this, though the dazed Robert. They didn't ask their future stepfathers for advice on dating girls one day and demand sexual favours from them the next. "Since when have you been into blokes?"
"Since never," clarified Lachlan. "I'm 100% into girls. But the way I see it, a hole's a hole, and after the runaround that cock-tease Belle Dingle gave me, yours is looking rather appealing. We guys nowadays don't have the same hangups as you; we're not too fussed where we get our sex from, as long as we get it. And frankly, I think I'll be able to get a lot more of it out of you than from any girl. Some of the stuff I wanna try? Well, let's just say it wouldn't be easy to find a willing participant. That's where you come in. It's not like you can say `No' to me."
Robert didn't like the sound of that one bit. Lachlan has always been a bit odd, and he shuddered to think what sordid fetishes the boy might have.
Lachlan's voice intruded on his thoughts. "Are you thinking it over, Robert? I don't see what there is to think about. You don't have any choice in the matter, to be honest. You either take my offer, or you haul your sorry arse down to the village and see if anyone else wants to help you. I can't imagine they will; you're not exactly popular round these parts, are you? And of course, you can kiss goodbye to your engagement to Mum and, with it, any hope of getting your grubby paws on our family fortune."
"Fine," snarled Robert, "I'll do it. I'll do whatever your sick mind comes up with."
Lachlan didn't seem remotely perturbed at being branded mentally unsound. In fact, he smiled. That scared Robert all the more.
"Let's clean you up," he said. "Can't have you tracking mud and cum all over the house." He picked up the garden hose which was located by the back door. "Stand over there, and I'll hose you off."
"It's fucking cold out here!" complained Robert.
"Well, the sooner you get clean, the sooner you can get inside and get warm," pointed out Lachlan. "Now stand back, and lift up your arms."
Robert grudgingly did as he was told. Lachlan grinned cruelly as he turned the hose up to high and pressed the trigger. The powerful blast of chilly water nearly knocked Robert off his feet. He yelped, and then sputtered as Lachlan conveniently aimed the water at his face.
Lachlan seemed to derive pleasure from scouring the crud from the most sensitive parts of Robert's anatomy. Of course, with his hands cuffed, Robert wasn't exactly able to help wash off the mud, but he was quite certain Lachlan didn't need to dial the water pressure up quite so high. The wallop packed by the hose to his genitals nearly made him physically ill. But the worst was yet to come.
"Turn around, and spread those arse cheeks," ordered Lachlan, once he was satisfied that Robert's front was clean.
Robert winced as he obeyed. The expected blast of water didn't come. Instead Lachlan whistled. "Fucking hell! What did those guys do to you - shove a freaking cricket bat up your arse?"
Robert's face burned with shame. He knew his arse must be an awful sight after that vicious double-dicking, but Lachlan's comment really drove it home.
"Okay, keep that arse open," said Lachlan. There was the crunch of feet on gravel and Robert suddenly felt the cold metal nozzle of the hose pressed right up against his hole. "I'd use Granddad's enema kit on you, but this is probably more fun," Lachlan breathed into his ear.
"Please, not so strong," he whimpered.
Lachlan grunted, but he heard him turn down the pressure before he forced the tip of the nozzle into Robert's rectum. "Geronimo," he cackled, and pressed the trigger.
Icy water flooded Robert's guts at an alarming pace. Within seconds he began to feel incredibly full. Glancing down, he saw his normally flat stomach bloating.
"You look like you're pregnant," observed Lachlan, looking over his shoulder.
"Please," gasped Robert, as his insides began to cramp from the icy deluge, "I can't take anymore."
Lachlan sneered, "Nonsense. By the look of your hole, you've taken enough cock tonight that a bit of water isn't going to be a challenge. Now don't spill a drop, or we'll have to start again." He pumped in a few more squirts of water for good measure. Robert struggled to keep the water in, even though it was beginning to hurt. In a twisted way, he was glad that Lachlan had left the nozzle of the hose in his arse, because he wasn't sure his distended sphincter was capable of keeping the water in on its own.
Lachlan let Robert suffer for a few minutes before yanking the nozzle out of his arse, which immediately prompted a tide of dirty water to gush out of his ruined arse and onto the gravel below.
Lachlan wrinkled his nose. "I think you could do with a second flush." Without waiting for Robert's answer, he jammed the nozzle back up his arse and pumped him full of water a second time as Robert groaned pathetically.
This second enema seemed to be bigger and stayed in Robert for longer. The cramps were so bad that he almost doubled over. It was such a profound relief when Lachlan let him release it that he wound up pissing himself, much to his shame and Lachlan's amusement.
"You really are a fucking animal," laughed Lachlan. He blasted Robert's back with water and then made him turn around for a final rinse of his front.
"Wait here," he told Robert and disappeared into the house. Robert wondered if he should make a run for it, but realized that he wouldn't get very far with his hands still cuffed together.
In any case, Lachlan reappeared within seconds, carrying a rather ragged towel. Robert recognized it as the one used to towel Dog dry after its bath. Lachlan hadn't been kidding when he called Robert an animal. The move was carefully calculated to dehumanise Robert – and right now it was working.
Since Robert was handcuffed, Lachlan had to towel him dry, which he did very roughly. Robert's usually flawless skin was pink and raw from the high-pressure hosing, so the vigorous towelling felt like he was being sandpapered. Not content with that, Lachlan also yanked his balls, finger-fucked his arse and twisted his nipples. There was a sadistic bent to the whole affair that made Robert deeply worried of what Lachlan had in store for him.
"You're too hairy," muttered Lachlan as he dried Robert's pubes.
"Hairy?" protested Robert. He had barely any body hair – just a patch above his cock and under his arms, as well as a dusting on his arse and thighs. All of it was a dirty gold that hardly showed up except in the right light. Compared to his dark-haired, furry brother, he was practically smooth!
"Well, too hairy for my tastes," said Lachlan. "I need to get something." He retreated into the farmhouse again and this time took longer to return. The interval presented a second opportunity for escape, but Robert didn't even contemplate it this time. He just shivered miserably in the cold.
When he emerged, Lachlan was carrying a bottle of what Robert recognized as Chrissie's depilatory cream.
"You've got to be kidding," exclaimed Robert. "How the hell am I gonna explain being totally hairless to your mum?"
"Oh that's easy," replied Lachlan. "Just put the blame on me."
Robert was bewildered. "I can't possibly tell her what you've done to me!"
Lachlan rolled his eyes. "Of course I don't mean tell her the truth. No, I'll say that I pranked you by spiking your shower gel with this stuff. Mum won't get mad if you laugh it off; she always comes round eventually where I'm concerned. I'm her only child, after all."
Robert was beset by a sudden vision of Chrissie: "Don't worry about it, Lockie dear. It's quite alright that you've turned my fiancé into your personal sex slave."
In the present, Lachlan commanded him to raise his arms up again, and a thick layer of depilatory cream was applied to his armpits. His arse, crotch and legs received the same treatment. After the appropriate waiting time (Lachlan followed the instructions on the bottle), he was hosed off again. Robert watched in dismay as what little body hair he had washed away. He was feeling distinctly emasculated, which was of course his tormentor's objective.
"Much better," observed Lachlan. "Now let's get inside. I'm not done with you yet, not by a long shot."
Robert had been afraid of that. He followed Lachlan with trepidation into the kitchen, where Lachlan paused to pick up some of the clothes pegs they used to air-dry laundry when the weather was fine. These he attached to Robert's nipples, foreskin and ballsack, grinning at the anguished gasps it provoked from the beleaguered hunk.
"Don't act like you don't like it," he scoffed. "I've never seen tits that hard."
A thoroughly humiliated Robert was in no position to debate this point. He had once again been betrayed by his hyper-sensitive aureoles. Even his cock, which had shrivelled up during his cold hose-down, regained some of its girth in spite of the pegs adorning his foreskin.
Lachlan led him upstairs to his bedroom, which fortunately was in a different wing from Lawrence's. The sound of Lachlan locking the bedroom door behind them, however, did not comfort Robert in the least. He was effectively trapped with this freak of a school lad.
Lachlan leered at him. "You know, you're kinda pretty. I never really noticed it before. Then again, I never saw you naked before. Without that nasty fur you almost look like a girl. Our little arrangement might just work out."
This pronouncement destroyed Robert's last hope that Lachlan might reconsider his scheme when he saw him in proper light as another man.
Lachlan rummaged around in his laundry basket and approached Robert with the soiled underpants he'd worn to P.E. that afternoon.
Robert caught a whiff of its pungent aroma and blanched. "What's that for?"
"Something for you to bite down on," smirked Lachlan. "We don't want you yelling the house down and attracting Granddad's attention now, do we?"
Robert's heart sank. Just what did this creep plan to do to him? "Isn't there something else you could gag me with?"
The slap stung more in its suddenness than in the force behind it. "Listen, bitch," snarled Lachlan, "you don't get to question me. And don't pretend to be some delicate virgin; I'm sure you've had a lot worse in your mouth. And if you haven't, you certainly will by the time I'm through with you!"
His cheek still burning, Robert reluctantly opened his mouth and allowed Lachlan to stuff it with his dirty pants. He retched a little as his mouth was overwhelmed by the tastes of dried sweat, piss and something else that he couldn't quite put his finger on, but would in time come to identify with teenage boys.
Lachlan was pleased by the disgusted expression on Robert's face, but this was merely the precursor to the main event. "Okay, on the bed, on all fours, facing away from me," he ordered his new slave.
Robert assumed the position and waited nervously in expectation of his third fuck of the night. (Fourth, if you counted the double-penetration.)
The whistling of the belt through the air before it landed firmly on his arse cheeks caught him completely off guard and knocked the wind out of him. He buckled face forwards onto the bed.
"Weren't expecting that, were you?" mocked Lachlan, hefting the belt in his hand. Without giving Robert the chance to respond, he swung it again, this time catching the vulnerable stud on his dangling ball sack. Even with the gag, Robert's muffled scream was clearly audible.
Robert tried to scramble onto his back in an effort to defend himself, but this was a mistake. Lachlan simply reacted by targeting his belt at the clothes pegs decorating Robert's exposed front. The lad must have had practice, for his aim was remarkably precise despite Robert's writhing. The relentless volley of lashes struck off the pegs one by one, each success leaving the handsome blond blubbering. His entire body was criss-crossed with welts, with not even his poor cock spared. Lachlan was thrilled by the muffled wail that this particular blow elicited.
"Get back into position," he ordered coldly, "unless you want to give up any chance of becoming a dad."
Sniffling, Robert complied. He could not believe what a sadist this kid had turned out to be. Lachlan landed a few more lashes on Robert's upturned arse, marvelling as the freshly-depilated flesh turned a uniform crimson. His slave's pathetic mewling was music to his ears. If anything, Lachlan regretted that he'd waited this long to satisfy his sadistic urges.
A wicked thought struck him. "Reach back and spread your arse cheeks," he told Robert.
Robert shook his head frantically, guessing where this was leading.
"I won't tell you again," Lachlan warned. He flicked the belt expertly across Robert's low-hanging balls.
Unwillingly, Robert reached behind him and pried his arse cheeks apart, exposing his aching and gaping hole. The anal ring was tender and swollen from the abuse it had taken from Aaron and Ross earlier that evening, and presented an inviting target for Robert's latest tormentor.
Lachlan landed three rapid-fire blows perfectly on target. Robert had never known such agony. He'd thought being whipped on the balls was excruciating, but this torture took it to new levels. It felt as though the blows to his arsehole travelled all the way through the core of his body. He collapsed onto the bed, thoroughly winded and sobbing with pain. Lachlan would have to throw out the pants he'd stuffed in his mouth, for he couldn't possibly explain to his mum the tooth-marks that had bitten clear through the fabric.
Not that this stopped Lachlan from giving Robert a few more lashes with the belt, but even he must have thought Robert's battered hole had suffered enough, for he aimed at his back and thighs instead. Soon there wasn't as much as a square inch of Robert's beautiful physique that wasn't marked by Lachlan's cruel belt.
Evidently witnessing this punishing ordeal had served to arouse the teenager, for he immediately threw aside the belt and started to undress, baring a body that was fairly average for his age. There was just a hint of softness to his slender teenage frame; nothing that a little gym work couldn't rectify. He had very little body hair, which was part of the reason he'd insisted on denuding Robert of his. What he did have was a lovely chestnut brown and concentrated on his crotch and armpits. His erect cock was a little over six inches long and three inches around. If Robert hadn't been completely wracked with pain, he might have experienced some relief at this revelation after the oversized appendages he'd been forced to endure earlier at Butler's barn.
Lachlan didn't waste any time in flipping Robert onto his back and mounting the prone stud, pausing only to roll on a ribbed condom but not for lube. He figured that, with Robert's dilated hole, lube would reduce the sensations of the fuck, which he wanted both of them to experience in full. This was Lachlan's first sexual encounter, and he didn't want to miss out on anything. At the same time, he wanted Robert to know he was being violated. His omission of lube certainly paid off; Robert felt every ridge of Lachlan's condom-clad cock as it dove into his guts, scraping the sides of his anal passage.
True to form, Lachlan did not exercise the slightest restraint in pounding Robert's bruised and battered arse. His fucking style made Ross Barton seem positively gentle. Robert hadn't thought it possible to prefer a long-dicking by Ross, but Lachlan's unremittingly brutal thrusting was making him reconsider. Due to the lack of lube, it felt like the teenager was ripping out his anal lining every time he withdrew his dick. It wasn't enough that Robert's entire body still smarted from the whipping; his tormentor seemed intent to inflict the same torture on his insides, too.
Nor was Lachlan content with just fucking him. As he reamed out Robert's poor arse, he let his hands wander over the blond stud's torso, twisting his nipples, squeezing his pecs and slapping his abs. The intensity of the molestation was heightened by the tenderized condition of Robert's smooth skin.
"You know, Robert, I wouldn't object to you bringing me along to the gym when you're my stepdad. You obviously know what you're doing there."
Lachlan's words penetrated the fog in Robert's brain, and he thought faintly, `Good, that means I still have a chance of becoming his stepdad. Or his permanent sex slave.' He groaned.
Lachlan was amused. "Don't pretend you're not enjoying this. Your stiffy gives the game away."
Robert snapped out of his daze and looked down in horror to find that his cock was indeed erect. He'd already cum three times that evening and since then been mercilessly brutalized, but he could still get it up from being sodomized. Wasn't it bad enough that he was cursed with hyper-sensitive nipples, without having to also endure an overstimulated prostate? It just wasn't fair. Robert felt that someone, somewhere, was having a bloody good laugh at his expense.
The conflicted expression on Robert's face was a real turn-on for Lachlan. He jabbed his cock frenziedly at Robert's prostate, hoping to pound an orgasm out of him. His enthusiastic efforts were rewarded moments later as the hapless hunk spewed his copious load for the fourth time, all over himself.
"I literally just fucked the cum out of you," Lachlan said in wonder. His amazed expression turned to a condescending sneer as he gazed upon Robert's wretched, cum-coated features. "You're such a fucking whore. No fag, my arse." He pulled his cock out of Robert's arse and ripped the condom off. He dribbled the precum in it onto Robert's forehead.
"Open your mouth, bitch." Lachlan extricated the sodden pants he'd stuffed there and replaced it with his hard dick. "I want the works: suck my cock, lick my balls and rim my arse."
Robert was about to be more intimate with his future stepson's genitals than he had been with his fiancee's. It was truly a cruel irony.
Lachlan sighed appreciatively as Robert deep-throated his cock effortlessly since his first blowjob had been the very definition of baptism by fire. The relaxed pace didn't last, of course, not with Lachlan at the helm. He was soon brutally skull-fucking Robert, only giving him occasional breaks to lap at his balls or tongue his arsehole. Nuzzling Lachlan's sweaty, musky taint had to be the nadir of Robert's relationship with the boy ... or so he thought. He might have been a sneaky bastard, but Lachlan's capacity for cruelty was beyond even his imagination.
It seemed like an eternity later before the teenager climaxed, by which time Robert's ears were ringing, his jaws ached and his throat was parched. Consequently, the abundance of sperm which Lachlan pumped straight down his gullet was almost welcome.
What wasn't welcome, though, was the urine he followed that up with. Robert spluttered when he realized Lachlan was taking a piss in his mouth, but the lad warned him not to spill a drop. "Take it, bitch, or else."
The acrid tang of teen piss overpowered the lingering taste of cum, and Robert despaired at the epiphany that it was mingling in his belly with three men's semen. Lachlan White had successfully taken the emasculation of Robert Sugden to a whole new level.
"I'm definitely going to enjoy keeping you around," Lachlan told him, drying his dick on Robert's golden locks. "So congrats, `Daddy' – you made the grade. Or maybe it's more accurate to say I'm your daddy?"
Robert couldn't believe how fucked up his life had become. He drew strength from the assumption that, once Lachlan released him from these cuffs, his hold over him would cease. He could deal with Ross and Aaron dominating him, but it was really too much if his teenage stepson were to continuously abuse him as well.
Alas for Robert, he was sadly mistaken.
"I guess you're thinking you're off the hook after this, huh?" asked Lachlan knowingly. He walked over to his laptop and fiddled with it. A moment later a video began to play. Robert realized with a sinking heart that it was a recording of their sexual encounter in Lachlan's bedroom. The boy must have quietly put his webcam to record before he started lashing Robert's arse.
"Yeah, that's right, bitch," sneered Lachlan. "I own your arse. If Mum and Granddad ever see this, you'll be fucked, and not in an orgasmic way either."
He tapped a few keys and then closed the laptop. "Don't even dream that you'll be able to delete the video. I've got all the copies I need; not even destroying this laptop will keep you safe. So I suggest you just accept that you're my bitch and be ready to serve me in any way I desire."
Robert stared at him in horror. This enslavement was permanent? He had more of this sadistic treatment to look forward to?
Lachlan coolly retrieved the key to the handcuffs from the pocket of his discarded sweats and tossed it to Robert. "Here, get cleaned up and maybe rub some ointment on that arsehole. It's going to be seeing a lot of use."
Robert numbly took the key, unlocked his handcuffs, and walked out of Lachlan's room in a daze. His brain was struggling to process this turn of events. He wanted to throttle Lachlan, but it was not an option. He had no options.
He stumbled, barely aware of the cum dripping down his naked body, into his own room down the hall. The first thing he noticed was the blinking light on his phone, which he'd put to charge on the bedside table before leaving on his evening jog – a jog that seemed a lifetime ago.
On autopilot, he picked it up and glanced at the call log. He had 5 missed calls, all of them from Ross Barton. Robert didn't want to hear anything Ross had to say – it wasn't likely to be anything beneficial – but he feared what the thug might do if he ignored his calls.
He reluctantly pressed the callback button. Ross must have been waiting for his call because he picked up almost instantly.
"Yo, Pretty Boy, why didn't you pick up earlier? Busy crying in the shower over how much you loved that double-dicking?"
"What do you want, Ross?" snapped Robert. He wasn't about to reveal to one pervert that he'd fallen prey to another of his kind.
Ross tutted. "What do you want, Master?" he corrected.
Robert gritted his teeth. "Sorry ... Master."
"That's better. You know I told you about my brother Finn? I think we're going to have to move that plan up a bit. I've just been stuck outside our room for the past hour because he needs to have a wank. That's something you could easily fix."
"How am I supposed to fix that?" asked Robert dubiously. "I can't help it if your brother's a chronic masturbator."
"You could keep him occupied in other ways. What Finn really needs is a boyfriend, and you, Pretty Boy, are just what the doctor ordered."
= To be continued? =
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