Bradley loosened his tie and slumped into the chair. Yet another long day at work, and another night of trying to get with Stacey, only for her to go all weird and run off... again. He was sick of the same old story repeating itself. He was horny as hell tonight. Stacey had been close to cracking but after one kiss she'd pulled away. Bradley could never get any privacy at home, and besides, he didn't want to jerk off in case Stacey gave in, in which case he'd need all the energy he could get!
But that didn't seem like it was going to happen any time soon. Stacey had text him to say that he could sleep at her place while Mo and Charlie were on holiday, and he'd jumped at the thought of a whole week with her. He'd used the spare key she'd given him and gotten in, only to find a note saying she'd had to visit her mum urgently. Which left him alone in the Slaters house...
The door opened and Bradley perked up, but when it wasn't Stacey. "Shawn! I was just..."
"Save it, Stace told me." He was in a pair of grey jogging bottoms and a tight black vest.
"Oh.. right."
"Where is she?"
"She's gone to see your mum. I think it was pretty urgent." Bradley was as cheery and smiling as he always tried to be, but Shawn just stared at him levelly. He could feel himself blushing already. Eventually, Shawn smiled back, but it was a dangerous looking smile. "It's a guys night in then!"
"Yeah!"
Shawn moved so fast Bradley couldn't move. the bigger man grabbed him by the collar and pinned him up against the wall. Shawn had thrown one forearm againt Bradleys throat, and the hapeless kid hung onto that arm with both hands, gasping for breath. Shawn kept his face inches from Bradleys face and reached down, grabbing a handful of Bradleys package. Bradley squirmed and struggled but it was useless against the ex-soldier.
Shawn started rubbing, pumping Bradleys cock through his trousers, and grinned as the kids legs parted a little and he started to get hard. His face was crimson by now, from lust, humiliation, and strain. "You love it, you little fucker," said Shawn, and kissed Bradley, forcing his tongue as far down Bradleys throat as he could. He kept the pressure up, and he started to feel Bradleys body slacken, submitting. Eventually he let go and Bradley fell to his knees, holding his throat. Shawn reached into his joggers and brought his cock out, inches from Bradleys face. Bradley looked up and stared at it. Shawn could see the confusion in Bradleys eyes. He knew the kid was submissive, and all it needed was a strong aggressive seduction to get the boy going.
"Put it in your mouth, you know you want to." Bradley didn't move, or speak, but his smile was gone. Suddenly, Shawn grabbed Bradleys cheeks in one hand and squeezed, forcing his mouth open with a little cry of pain. Then he slid his cock in up to the hilt, and held firmly onto the back of Bradleys head with both hands. The kid jerked violently as he gagged and choked, tears coming from his eyes. His hands grabbed and punched Shawns thighs and arse. He tried to find his feet but shawn kicked them away and started fucking the poor guys face, sliding in and out and holding his head in position until eventually his throat relaxed and his hands found his arse and stayed there, not fighting any more. "Good boy... good boy.... good..." murmured Shawn.
He kept going as long as he could without cumming, wanting to get Bradley used to the sensation. Then he slid out and shoved the lad onto the floor with one hand. Shawn stepped out of his joggers (he'd not been wearing underwear) and pulled his vest over his head. Bradley stared up at him like a frightened rabbit. "please, Shawn..."
Shawn cut him off, "You love it, Bradley. You're rock hard, and you know it feels good. Some people just suit it, and you're one of em. Admit it."
Bradley looked at him pleadingly. Shawn grinned cockily, and put his hands on his hips.
"If you don't want some more of me, then say so. But if you do, save yourself the trouble and admit it."
"Yeah... I do."
"Good, then you won't be needing your fancy suit."
Shawn grabbed at the lads waistband, and practically tore the trousers off, ripping his shoes and socks off at the same time. Then he grabbed his collar again and dragged him to his feet. With one savage jerk he tore the shirt open down the front and ripped it off. Bradley stood in front of him, pale and shaking, in a cheap tie and some checkered blue boxer shorts, tenting them.
"Right, Bitch. Get into Staceys bedroom. Your going to do what I say, yeah?"
"Yes."
"Use her waxing strips. Take your pubes off. I'm not having you with ginger pubes around me. And lube yourself up with some vaseline. Got it?"
"But..."
"Do it, or I'll do it for you. And I'll make sure I hurt you."
Bradley scampered upstairs and Shawn walked into the kitchen naked, opening a beer. He shouted up the stairs, "wait in my bedroom for me." there was no answer, only the gasps as the hapeless kid waxed his crotch. Shawn finished the beer leisurely, then came upstairs. He found Bradley sitting on the floor of his bedroom, naked and smooth from the neck down. His body was so pale and soft it was girlish.
He opened his wardrobe and pulled out a lenth of rope. Bradley started to speak but Shawn slapped him. Hard. By the time he'd picked himself off the floor, shawn grabbed him and forced him onto the bed on his belly. He started tying knots and within moments Bradleys hands were tied behind his back, and the rope ran across his chest and around his neck, meeting up at the back. A harness for a sex slave. A pair of handcuffs on his ankles and a leather collar around his neck completed the outfit, and Bradely knelt on the floor, sucking Shawns cock as he sat on the end of his bed. He bobbed his head and used his tongue trying to copy Staceys technique that she used on him. Shawn yawned. "Guys like you shouldn't fuck women. You're too soft. You were made to service the real men. Isn't that right, bitch?" Bradley moaned a yes through a mouthful of cock. "want me to fuck you?" Another moan.
shawn picked Bradley up and threw him onto the bed on his back. He placed his head between Bradleys knees and knelt up, so the handcuffs hung from the back of his neck, letting Bradleys feet hand over each shoulder. "I hope you lubed yourself up Bradders." Just before he started, Shawn crammed a pair of socks into Bradleys mouth. As his cock forced its way into Bradleys virgin hole, the kid screamed, writhing as the dominant male impaled him. His eyes bulged but shawn laughed. Then, his face became a sneer, and he started hammering Bradleys arse as though it were an old hooker.
He fucked his brains out, being more rough and violent than he'd ever been with any girl, even the ones that liked it that way. Bradley was clearly in agony but as his body gave up fighting he turned into a bitch, moaning and sobbing through the gag as Shawns crotch slapped his arse cheeks again and again.
Eventually he exploded into Bradleys insides, emptying his balls into the young sub. He pulled the gag out to let Bradley gasp for air, then threw some clean clothes on. "I'm going to the Vic," he announced to the mewling animal he'd turned Bradely into. "We'll do it again when I get back."
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