Date: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 17:33:50 +0000 (UTC) From: Haven Tesla Subject: Revenge in the Dales - part 3 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 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. The last chapter was a bit rocky for Robert, but this chapter sees him recover his mojo as he sets out to seduce Finn Barton and (hopefully) turn the tables on his blackmailers. Just how far will our blond stud go? Read on to find out! ======================================================================== CHAPTER 3 It was a new day, but Robert Sugden was not feeling any better. His entire body was sore, and his poor arse throbbed wickedly from the repeated pounding it had taken the previous night. It had been weird soaping up in the shower without encountering hair anywhere on his body. He was definitely feeling less of a man. Unmanned by his teenage stepson-to-be and a pair of two-bit thugs. What an epic comedown for Robert, who had always prided himself on being two steps ahead of everyone else. He had never seen something like this coming his way. And it wasn't over yet either – not by a long shot. In one short night, his three tormentors had built up two separate stockpiles of blackmail material on him, which they intended to use to compel him to their bidding. Robert was sure he would be able to use his wiles to escape their clutches eventually, but for the moment he could see no alternatives to obedience. In the New Year, he would be wed to a beautiful and wealthy heiress, the culmination of months – no, years – of his trademark scheming. He couldn't afford to jeopardise that. The marriage would bring him the money and power that he so desperately craved. Nor could he bear to have his myriad opponents discover the indignities to which he had been subjected; they would surely take the mickey out of him if they knew he'd been fucked up the arse. So it was that he found himself making his way over to The Grange, where an uphill task awaited him. Ross Barton had instructed him to seduce his youngest brother, Finn, who happened to work at the B&B. It had not been Finn's ideal occupation, but it was the only one he'd been able to secure in their little farming community. The handsome, 22-year-old nerd had a bachelor's degree in economics, an appreciation for the finer things in life, and aspirations far beyond the Yorkshire Dales. "Sounds right up your alley, eh?" Ross had said. "Except that he's a bloke," fired back Robert. "Our Finn's a *nice* bloke," emphasized Ross. "Not like me and Livesy." Well, at least he was an honest thug. Ross and his partner-in-crime, Aaron Livesy, had decided that double-dicking was the appropriate initiation into anal sex. Robert was struggling not to walk funny and give away the fact that his arse had been utterly violated mere hours ago. "You make sure you're sweet to him," Ross added. "Finn likes a bit of romance. Snogging and cuddling and all that shite." "Christ," grumbled Robert. He was no stranger to using his considerable charms on both genders, but with another man he'd never even gone as far as a snog. He didn't need to; once he'd gotten what he needed, he treated those foolish poofs with the condescension they deserved for imagining a straight bloke like him would ever get into bed with them. "At least snogging Finn won't be scratchy," Ross remarked, prompting Robert to touch his cheek where Aaron's stubble had brushed it last night. "Don't forget – you're there to make a man out of my little brother. So don't go bumming him. You're gonna convince him to bum *you*." Robert privately disagreed with the notion that queers could be considered real men if they took the dominant position during sex. And Finn wasn't the most masculine guy to begin with. That's why Robert felt he had his work cut out for him. How was he to turn an obvious gay bottom into a top? Robert managed to sneak in to The Grange unnoticed; he was very familiar with the building, which was owned by his step-aunt and her husband. He took care to avoid running into them (that would have led to some very awkward questions) and crept upstairs to find a vacant room. He smiled to himself when he found the first door he tried was unlocked and let himself in. The room was in a mess, which he took as a good sign since Finn would have to come along to clean it. While he waited, he appraised himself in the full-length mirror. There was no visible sign of his ordeals of the previous night; Lachlan hadn't hit him quite as hard as he'd feared, while his arsehole had miraculously recovered its elasticity despite the battering it had taken. He'd only needed a little of Chrissie's makeup to cover up the hickey Aaron had given him. He wondered if he should strip off; he already knew Finn found him fit, which would make seducing him that much easier. But what if he was walked in on by his aunt or uncle? How the fuck would he explain that away? No, he would stay clothed, but take off his jacket and scarf, and pop open a couple of buttons on his shirt. If Ross was right, Finn was so sex-starved that even that little glimpse of Robert's smooth, buff chest would tempt him. He was just starting to get bored and wondering whether he should have taken a more proactive approach, when there was a sound outside the room. Robert stood up quickly and moved over to the door. Finn Barton came through the door, humming the Downton Abbey tune. He let out a screech when he discovered Robert in the room. "Jesus, Robert! You nearly scared the daylights out of me!" Overcoming his shock, Finn's eyes slid down to Robert's partially-unbuttoned shirt and Robert saw him swallow. With an effort he tore his eyes away. "Er, what are you doing here?" Robert put on his most seductive smile and backed Finn up against the door, which he pushed shut with an arm. His face was just inches away from Finn's as he breathed, "Waiting for you." He wanted to laugh at Finn's expression; the lad looked like a deer in the headlights. Then he realized that his own palms were sweaty and cursed silently. He couldn't remember being this nervous since he'd lost his virginity, right after his sixteenth birthday, to an older woman. "I – I don't understand," Finn stammered. "W-why were you waiting for me?" Robert resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Because I wanted to do this?" He swiftly closed the gap between their faces and mashed their lips together. Although initially startled, the younger man quickly capitulated to Robert's probing tongue. His hands wrapped around Robert's waist, digging into his jeans-covered bum. "What the fuck was that?" gasped Finn, when Robert finally broke their kiss. He was glad that he was propped up against the door, because he didn't trust his weak knees to support him. He'd never been snogged like that before. He was sure Robert's tongue had been down his throat. "You've never been kissed before?" Robert teased in a playful tone that belied his anxiety. The first kiss was just the first hurdle. "Of course I've been kissed before!" snapped Finn. "Just ... never like that." "Oh, I haven't even gotten started," Robert assured him. He moved in for a second snog. Weak-kneed though he might have been, Finn retained just enough presence of mind to duck out of Robert's way. "No, don't! What are you doing?" Robert growled in frustration. "Anyone would think you didn't like getting snogged by a fit bloke. You did tell my sister you thought I was fit?" "I do think you're bloody fit," conceded Finn. "But that wasn't what I meant. You're engaged ... to a woman. So why the blooming heck would you kiss me?" Robert was prepared for this. He went over his rehearsed explanation. "I thought I loved Chrissie, but there's always been something missing. Then Victoria introduced me to you that day in the pub, and we started talking about Death Note, and then I felt it. An instant connection. Like a kindred spirit. You called me ..." "My beautiful nerd brother," Finn recalled with a smile. Robert grinned back. "Yeah, that. My feelings towards you weren't exactly brotherly, though." He drew closer to Finn and pressed their foreheads together, their noses touching. "I wanted to make love to you." He could feel Finn's heavy breathing on his lips. The younger man was clearly overcome by lust. He just needed a little push and he'd be putty in Robert's hands. "Are you saying you're gay? Or bisexual?" Finn got the question out with great difficulty. His gaze was fixed longingly on Robert's eminently kissable lips. "I'm gay for you," answered Robert warily. Despite what was at stake, he couldn't bring himself to wantonly discard the heterosexual orientation he'd held for 28 years. He indulged Finn and kissed him again so he wouldn't contemplate the response. This time they were lip-locked for a good while longer before they had to come up for air. Robert could feel Finn trembling. "This can't be happening," mumbled Finn. "It's happening now," pointed out Robert. He reached for the bottom hem of Finn's pullover and lifted it off him. For a nerd, Finn had a decent physique that was paired with flawlessly smooth, creamy white skin. Robert moved his kisses lower, gently caressing Finn's neck. "Your fiancιe," Finn said suddenly. "Are you going to break off your engagement?" "Um, about that ..." Robert knew he had to tread cautiously; this could be the deal-breaker for Finn. "I've still got to marry her." "What?!" exclaimed Finn in outrage. He pushed Robert away from him. Robert's response came out in a jumble. "I know you're going to think me a proper wanker, but I don't have any choice. I *have* to marry her. She's my ticket out of this place, see? Chrissie's money will get me – get us – away from here. Away from this mind-numbing, soul-sapping existence. We don't live; we just exist. It fucking kills me to be back here, and I know you feel the same." Robert didn't have to fake the passion in his words; he meant every last one and he saw his sentiments reflected in Finn's eyes. "I can't do this," whimpered Finn. "I want to get away from here as much as you do, but not like this. I can't help you do to your fiancιe what my dad did to my mum." Finn's mother had walked out on her family when he was a toddler after uncovering his father's adulterous affair. Finn's internal conflict struck a chord with Robert. He remembered how devastated he'd been as a boy when his own parents' marriage had broken up. In many ways, the episode had formatively influenced the critical lens through which he viewed love and fidelity. He cupped Finn's chin in his hand. "Look at me, Finn." He gazed deeply into Finn's eyes. "We're not doing the same thing. There are no kids involved, and Chrissie isn't a wilting flower. That's what attracted me to her in the first place. She'll be mad for a while, but she'll get over it in time. It's not like there's a shortage of straight men, is there? "But it's different for guys like us. It's not every day that you meet your nerd brother, or that he wants to boff you on every available surface between here and Japan. How would you like that? Us going to Japan?" Finn's eyes lit up. "Japan? Are you serious? How did you know I wanted to go there?" "Nerd brothers, remember? Visiting Japan's always been my dream, too. Did you know Tokyo's got more Michelin-starred restaurants than any other city? You wouldn't have to wait for Leeds to have those Death Note screenings. And I wouldn't have to wait to see you in an onsen." His hands drifted down to Finn's belt buckle, making it clear exactly what he wanted to do with the younger man in Japan's hot springs. Finn slapped his hand away, but it was half-hearted and he was grinning goofily. Robert's carefully crafted fantasies of fine dining in Tokyo and sexy shenanigans in steamy public baths had done their trick. His prey had bitten the bait; now all that was left was to reel him in. "The divorce settlement will make it all possible," Robert said quickly. "Chrissie's family is so rich, they won't even notice. My alimony would be a drop in their funds, but it'll be enough for the two of us to have the life we deserve." He fixed his green eyes earnestly on Finn. "Please say you're okay with this. Please say you want to be with me, in every way." "I don't know how I feel about being your dirty little secret," ruminated Finn. Robert smirked. "Oh, we won't just be a dirty little secret." He put his mouth right up to Finn's ear. "We'll be absolutely filthy." Robert's growl sent a shudder of pure lust through Finn's slender body. He so wanted Robert to get "absolutely filthy" with him. The guy was bloody gorgeous, and professed to be totally into him. For the love of all things holy, he even wanted to take him away to Japan! It was like his Prince Charming had arrived to literally sweep him off his feet. Finn had never in his wildest dreams experienced such depth of desire. It eclipsed whatever lingering doubts he might have had over starting an affair with an engaged man. "Take off your clothes," he rasped. "I want to see you naked." Relieved that his ruse had worked, Robert obliged. Finn watched, practically drooling, as more of Robert's sculpted physique was revealed. The firm pecs, the perky nipples, the washboard abs ... Finn was intrigued that he didn't have even a treasure trail; he'd wondered if Robert was a natural blond. He wasn't to know, of course, that Lachlan had forcefully denuded Robert of his body hair. Feeling a tad self-conscious due to Finn's open-mouthed wonder, Robert shimmied out of his (deliberately tight) jeans and laid them down carefully, for he'd set the phone in his pocket to record; Ross was expecting proof that Robert had followed his directives to the letter. (Robert thought it rather twisted that Ross would want to listen to his own brother having sex with another bloke.) Now wearing only tight white trunks which showed off his assets magnificently, Robert shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other. "Your turn," he said. Finn nodded, still in a daze that this was actually happening. He unbuckled his belt and tugged down his own jeans. The blue bikini briefs that he had on underneath were form-fitting and bulged quite impressively. Robert really hoped it was due to an erection and not because all the Barton boys were hung like Ross. "C'mere," ordered Robert, although Finn needed no invitation. The pair embraced, melding their mouths and their bodies together, their growing bulges separated only by the thin fabric of their pants. Robert grabbed Finn's arse and dipped into the back of his briefs, encountering smooth, supple flesh and a modestly hairy crack. His cock gave a little twitch. He wouldn't have minded having to play out this inane seduction if he could have had his way with that arse. Alas, he was under express instructions that it was his own arse to be buggered that morning. Emboldened by Robert's groping, Finn stuffed his hand down the front of Robert's pants. Robert let out a gasp as Finn deftly stroked him to full hardness. A finger ventured lower, creeping behind Robert's balls to probe his hairless taint. His hole might have been dreadfully sore, but it quivered at Finn's touch ... almost as if in anticipation. Robert was stricken with confusion and dismay. Why would his body anticipate another bumming? Surely those bastards couldn't have converted his straight arse into a cunt overnight? Trying not to dwell on his fucked-up physiological reaction, Robert manoeuvred Finn onto the bed without breaking their embrace. The sooner they got this over with, the sooner Robert could try to claw back some semblance of his heteronormative life. Blissfully unaware of his lover's inner turmoil, Finn wrapped his lightly-furred legs around Robert's artificially smooth one and pulled him closer. "Your nipples are like bullets," he murmured, feeling the erect tits rubbing against his torso. He leaned down to give them a little nibble. Robert arched his back and moaned. Finn's tongue felt so fucking good. Enthused by this reaction, Finn intensified his chewing of Robert's ultra-sensitive nipples. "Stop it, stop it," gasped Robert. His hard cock was twitching and leaking like crazy, and he knew he would shoot in his pants if Finn continued this way. "I've got something to show you." He went down on Finn, peeling off his briefs and freeing an ample, but not oversized, cock. After enduring Ross's 11-inch dick and Aaron's unusually thick prong, this would do quite nicely, he thought. Then he caught himself. Had he actually assessed another man's cock as a nice fit for his arse?! Robert was horrified by his train of thought. What in the world was happening to him? His mental state was not improved when he engulfed Finn's cock in his mouth and it slipped down his throat smoothly. Like his throat was purpose-built for cock-sucking. He channelled his frustrations into the task at hand and consequently gave one hell of a blowjob, especially considering he'd never so much as tasted dick before last night. His lack of a gag reflex contributed to his proficiency, but the circumstances under which he'd been initiated into the sex act must have played a part; there was a very good reason why fear was termed the greatest of motivators. Finn clutched at Robert's golden locks and moaned as the stud applied powerful suction on his cock. He had not imagined Robert would be this adept at deep-throating him. The sight of the pretty blond's lips wrapped around the base of his cock was amazing. Robert was so classically handsome, he thought with a sigh. If this was a dream (and he wasn't yet convinced that it wasn't), he never wished to wake up. Suddenly the suction on his cock ceased and Robert spat out his spit-slick erection. "Why'd you stop? I was so close," whined Finn. Robert gave one of his patented smirks. "I know. But this'll be your first orgasm thanks to me, and it deserves to be more than a simple blowjob." "That was a fucking *incredible* blowjob!" "This will be even better," promised Robert. He hiked Finn's legs onto his shoulders and dove for his spread taint. Finn had a tight little hole, which Robert found surprising for a guy who supposedly only ever got fucked up the arse. He looked up over Finn's pulsing dick and saw the eager look on the dark-haired lad's face. "Yeah, you know what's coming, don't you?" Robert's natural confidence sent shivers of anticipation down Finn's spine. Without another word, Robert jammed his tongue into the waiting hole. Finn's whole body practically lifted off the bed at the first contact, and he groaned something unintelligible. Robert pressed his lips to the lad's sphincter and sucked, hard. It was still early in the day, so there was only a hint of sweat and male musk, and Robert could smell the fragrant pineapple-and-coconut shower gel that Finn used. It was disturbingly agreeable. He was tasting another man's arse juices, for crying out loud! He couldn't possibly find it "agreeable". He couldn't. He wouldn't. It was an unbearable affront to his inherent heterosexuality. Finn cooed as Robert slobbered all over his hole. He did not suspect for a moment that Robert wasn't enjoying the rimjob which he was delivering with such gusto. He figured that Robert must share his affinity for gay porn – where else could he have learned to rim so skilfully? In fact Robert's rimming technique was even better than most of the porn Finn had watched. Robert wasn't just giving his arse a perfunctory lick; he was enthusiastically tongue-fucking it and slurping noisily on Finn's anal juices. This physical manifestation of his lover's allegedly intense attraction to him was too much for Finn. He gave a cry as his cock spurted of its own volition. Robert felt Finn's arse muscles clamping down on his tongue and swiftly withdrew so that he could engulf Finn's gushing cock. His semen was warm and thick, with a faint taste of ... vanilla? Robert shook his head. He had to be imagining things; cum did not taste of vanilla. He licked Finn's cock clean and then followed the creamy trail that led up his torso to his pouty lips, where he French-kissed him with the mouthful of sperm. Their hands were all over each other's sweaty bodies as they swapped the cum-and-saliva concoction back and forth between their mouths. "I'm so ready," breathed Finn, his eyes shining with naked desire. "Just shove it in me already." Robert couldn't comprehend how appealing that proposition sounded, but Ross's instructions could not have been clearer. "You ain't making a bitch out of my little brother. You'll be the one getting bummed." "How about you fuck me instead?" suggested Robert, trying to sound eager about being sodomized. The things they had him doing! Man, he was going to fucking destroy Ross Barton one of these days. Fucking throw him over the nearest piece of furniture and rape the shit out of his fleshy arse. He blinked. Where did that come from? He didn't want to bum blokes, least of all Ross. Finn was groaning. "Oh crap. I knew this was too good to be true. It's just my damned luck." Robert tore his attention back to the Barton brother in his arms and feigned innocence. "What're you talking about?" "You and me. It – this – isn't going to work. I'm a bottom," explained Finn. "Have you ever tried to be on top?" "Not exactly ... but surely you must be able to? I mean, you've been with women. Lots of them, if your sister wasn't exaggerating." "But that's part of what was missing. Sex with women, I mean. They never scratched this itch I had deep down." Robert was blushing adorably as he spouted this nonsense, a transformation from his usually cocksure persona which really tickled Finn. "Tell you what. I'll finger you and get you hard, and then you can stick it inside me? I guarantee you won't regret it." Finn looked over Robert's shoulder at his peachy bum. Truth be told, he *could* imagine himself fucking that arse. It looked and felt like it would be an absolutely spectacular fuck. It was just that he didn't have any experience as a top. His lovers in the past had always taken the lead during sex and Finn had been content to let them dominate him. Maybe it was time he tried taking the lead. He glanced at Robert's gorgeous bum again; he certainly had the incentive. "I don't suppose there's any harm in trying," he decided, and was gratified when Robert beamed at him like he'd just made his day. "Let's switch positions," he said. Robert rolled onto his back while Finn clambered on top of him. He let his fingers delve deep into Finn's arse crack, feeling the younger man tremble as he prodded his spit-slick hole. "Ooh," gasped Finn, as Robert's first finger breached his nether portal. His dick responded instantly, even before Robert had located his prostate. He gave it a gentle squeeze, and another spasm rocked Finn. He smiled up at him. "I think you'll do just fine." He inserted a second finger and began sawing both digits in and out of Finn's arse, eliciting little squeals of delight from the dark-haired cutie. His arse felt so slick and snug around Robert's fingers. He was beginning to really resent Ross for prohibiting him from fucking Finn. The third finger was a lot more difficult to cram in, and Finn let out a pained whimper so Robert craned his head to kiss him. He was perturbed by how instinctive his reaction was. He allowed himself to be distracted by Finn's fervent mauling of his lips. It occurred to him that gay guys kissed very differently from women – or at least the two gay guys he'd kissed so far. The cock resting on his belly was already fully hard, but Robert couldn't resist sticking a fourth finger up Finn's arse. If he wasn't allowed to fuck him, the very least he could do was give his fucker a proper fingering. Finn cried out when the four fingers stretched his hole to its limit, but Robert immediately silenced him with an ardent snog. He broke off the kiss and stared deeply into Finn's eyes. "Put it in me." Finn didn't need the encouragement. With an aggressiveness that surprised even him, he spread Robert's thighs, aimed his cock at the winking hole and rammed it straight in. The initial penetration was eased by Robert's saliva from the earlier blowjob as well as Finn's own (copious) precum, but he was still going in mostly dry. Robert yelped. "Shit! I'm sorry! I'm sorry." A guilty Finn tried to pull out, but Robert wouldn't let him. His hands were pressing on Finn's arse, driving his cock deeper into his own guts. "Don't be fucking sorry," gasped Robert. "Just fuck me. It doesn't hurt; it feels incredible." Finn was astonished – and aroused – by what an enthusiastic bottom Robert was turning out to be. Between Robert's obvious need and the velvety tightness of his insides, the four fingers in Finn's arse were rapidly becoming redundant in maintaining his erection. "Go on," urged Robert. "Plunder my arse." And plunder it Finn did. The first-time fucker would have made the most experienced top proud at the vigour with which he pounded Robert's arse. Some of his jabs were so deep that Robert regretted egging him on. He might just have created a fucking machine to rival his big brother, Ross. But where Ross had cared not a whit for Robert's comfort, Finn was constantly on guard for any signs of pain and promptly slowed down until Robert exhorted him to resume fucking with wild abandon. It was testament to this attentiveness that, even when he was being long-dicked, Robert's erection never once wavered. They both climaxed at the same time, Robert's spasming arse muscles trundling Finn over the edge. "Blimey, that's a lot of cum," exclaimed Finn, witnessing for the first time the immense load Robert was capable of producing. Both their bodies were practically drenched in his sweet, sticky juices. They spent a pleasant half-hour licking each other clean from top to toe. Well, Finn found it pleasant - Robert, not so much, especially when Finn sucked his own cum out of Robert's arse and fed it back to him. Ross probably wouldn't have approved of his brother rimming Robert, but he hadn't expressly forbidden it and, frankly, Robert didn't care. Finn's tongue was like a balm on his sore arsehole. They were cuddling on the bed (Ross had been right about his brother's preferences) when Finn asked, timidly, "Can we go again?" Robert suppressed a groan. "Yeah, of course." He thought grumpily that he might as well tattoo FUCK ME on his forehead. This time Finn didn't feel the need for Robert to finger him, so Robert crouched over him and impaled himself on the younger man's cock. Finn thoroughly enjoyed his bird's eye view of Robert's muscular thighs working to support his weight as he rode Finn's cock. His chiselled abs were taut with tension and his meaty pecs heaved, rendering the sight even more glorious. The fantasy was complete when his unmolested cock erupted, spraying his juices into the air and all over Finn. It might have been Robert's second orgasm that morning, but its sheer volume was not reduced. The hopelessly enamoured Finn pulled Robert towards him for another make-out session. Then they moved to the bathroom, where Finn fucked Robert for a third time, right up against the shower cubicle. Neither came during this round, but it further cemented Finn's domination of Robert and left no doubt as to which of them would be the bottom in this `relationship'. "I have to go," said Robert finally. They had already spent most of the morning fucking. He was honestly astounded that his aunt hadn't come looking for her missing employee in the whole two hours. Then again, she wasn't exactly known for running a tight ship. Finn's disappointment was palpable, but he admitted, "I guess I have to get back to work, too." He gazed adoringly at Robert. "When will I see you again?" "As soon as I can get away," promised Robert. "Make it soon." Finn fondled Robert's bum. "I don't think I can go without you for long." Robert forced a grin. "Of course not, babe." He gave him a peck on the lips, which turned into another soulful kiss. He extricated himself with difficulty and snuck out the same way he had come. Once outside, he leaned heavily against the wall. His seduction of Finn had played out as well as he'd hoped, but his mind was all over the place. It was the way Finn had kept looking at him ... like they were soulmates. This was some seriously screwed-up shit, he thought disgustedly. Ross must be crowing with delight. In one fell swoop, he'd gotten his little brother a `boyfriend' and wreaked havoc on his enemy's sanity. That reminded Robert that he was supposed to pass Ross the recording of his sexual encounter with Finn. He fished out his phone and discovered immediately that the battery was dead. Naturally. "Bollocks," he muttered. "What's happened now?" asked Aaron. He had seen Robert and strolled up to him unnoticed. "Like you don't know," snorted Robert. "I honestly don't? You look like you've been rode hard and put away wet. Has Ross been at you again?" Robert realized that Aaron was genuinely clueless. His devious mind swung into overdrive. He had been too shell-shocked last night to think clearly, but now in the cold light of day, his inner schemer came to the fore. This might just be his opening to break up the alliance between Ross and Aaron. He knew the latter was nursing a crush on him. That was something he could use to his advantage. If he drove a wedge between the duo ... "Ross just whored me out to his brother," he whined. "I didn't want to do it, but he made me. He's going to keep making me. I didn't mind it so much when it was just us. You, especially. But Ross just wants to destroy me. You won't let him, will you?" Robert touched Aaron's arm beseechingly, fixing puppy-dog eyes on the young mechanic. Aaron swallowed. "I - I'll have a word with Ross. I'm not – we're not out to hurt you." "Ross has very different ideas," Robert alleged with exaggerated sadness. "He'll be making me fuck every queer bloke in the county if he could." "No!" Aaron exclaimed furiously. There was no mistaking his jealousy. He wanted Robert all to himself. "That's not going to happen, Robert," he told him earnestly. "I'll take care of it." Robert did his best imitation of Finn's adoring expression. "I'd be awfully grateful if you did." He tightened his hold on Aaron's arm. "Truly grateful." Aaron was breathing hard. Robert hid his grin; he still had it, after all. He hadn't even had to resort to overt romance to make the dim-witted thug dance to his tune. He was certain that Aaron in his jealousy would provoke Ross's temper. Once their alliance fell apart, it would be that much easier for Robert to wriggle his way out of their servitude. Finn would yield in short order, and then he'd only have Lachlan to worry about. He watched in satisfaction as Aaron strode off purposefully to confront Ross. Finally, things were looking up for Robert. = To be continued? = If you liked this chapter and want to see more, or just want to share any general feedback or suggestions, do drop me a line at the address at the top of this page. I love hearing from you. And don't forget to continue watching and supporting Robert's story on Emmerdale, every weeknight on ITV.