Date: Wed, 7 Nov 2007 02:30:25 +0000 From: Aaron Swanson Subject: Eastenders alpha-male part 4 Remember, this is a fictional story about fictional characters. The BBC, the actors etc have nothing to do with this fantasy. Eastenders alpha-male - part 4 It had been several weeks since he'd caught Deano. The police were still looking for him of course, but they thought he'd ran to France. They'd interviewed Shawn and searched his house, but had found nothing. If they'd checked Bradleys flat however, the mystery would have been solved. Bradley had left Stacey, keeping himself to himself a lot. He still went to work, but when he came home, he'd willingly submit, transforming into a slave for Shawn. Deano had taken longer to break, but enough sessions had forced him to accept his role. Shawn sat, watching his slaves as they sucked his toes. Bradley was in the harness he wore every evening. Deano was in the jeans he'd been wearing the night they'd caught him, but Shawn had torn holes in them, and they were little more than rags hanging from him. Apart from that, Deano was naked. His head had a fuzzy layer of hair again, but his body was kept smooth. And Shawn had made Bradley order weights and exercis machines from the Internet. Deano spent hours every day working out, until he was sick or fainted. The training couple with some starvation was hardening his soft body into a lean mass of muscle, and Shawn could already see the faint beginnings of a six-pack on the kid. Bradley couldn't do the workouts, what with him being the money-maker. But Shawn didn't care. As long as Deano was working hard, that was all that mattered. Even though the plan had worked perfectly, and Shawn had two pleasure-slaves at his command, he wasn't satisfied. For weeks now he'd been in the Vic, watching the others. He'd seen a few targets, and automatically started imagining them as slaves. While there were plenty of hot guys in the Square, they were all either too old (like Jase) or too young (like Peter Beale, or Darren Miller). But Mickey was perfect. The more Shawn saw the trader, the more he wanted him. But the trouble was, Mickey lived with a girlfriend, and his family were in touch with him. The risks were too great, Mickey couldn't disappear indefinitely... or could he? News of Mickey working as a male escort had spread quickly. Even though he'd abandoned it as soon as it became public knowledge, Shawn was determined to get him involved in one last fling. One he'd never forget. It didn't take Bradley long to create an internet profile; Stella Dubois, a French lady with exotic tastes, a rich, hot widow who wanted a piece of cockney to satisfy her tastes. And she would pay handsomely. Shawn sat at the computer, after Mickey joined the private chat-room. Dubois: Hello Mickey Eastend: Hi Dubois: I've heard a lot about you, but you know that from my e-mail. Eastend: Yeah, about that, I'm sorry, but I don't do that kind of thing any more. Dubois: I would pay well. Mickey: Sorry, but I Dubois: £20,000 for 3 weeks. Mickey: ?? Dubois: Can't you read. I will pay you £20,ooo for 3 weeks of sex. Isn't that fair? Mickey: Hold on. Shawn waited while Mickey consulted his money-grabbing girlfriend. She'd rented him out for much less in the past however. Mickey: Where do you live? Dubois: Paris. I'll have my chaeuffer pick you up from the air-port there. He'll have my name on his card. Mickey: When should I leave? Dubos: Tomorrow morning. The flight leaves from Heathrow at 8pm London time. Make sure you are on it, Mickey. I look forward to meeting you. Shawn logged off before Mickey could reply. Mickey pulled on some fairly worn jeans. He bit his lip for a second before throwing on the veil shirt he wore for customers, covering it with a more normal hoodie for the flight. He'd give Ms Dubois a shock when he met her! Grinning in anticipation, he threw the last few things into his bag. Three weeks away with a beautiful older woman (her profile had included a pic) and he was going to be piad a fortune for it! He couldn't believe his luck. Calling it a 'business trip' he said his goodbyes and headed for the tube station. It was dark by the time he approached the tube station. "hey, Mickey!" He turned to see Bradley standing next to a fancy looking sports car. "Alright, Bradley! Is that your motor?" "Yeah!" "No way! How'd you afford that?" Mickey came closer to inspect the Jag, and Bradley moved behind him to give him a better view. He peered into the shaded window. "Has it got leather seats?" To his surprise the window wound down, and Shawn grinned up at him. "Yeah, give them a try." Then a stinking rag clamped over his face. The back door opened and someone else reached out to drag him inside. He struggled, but Bradley (he guessed it was Bradley) pushed him forward, and the mystery assailant dragged him inside. He was on somebodys knees as he blacked out. He woke up slowly, lying on a sofa. He felt groggy, and pressed his hands to his head as he sat up. A familiar voice spoke to him. "You alright mate?" Mickey looked up to see Deano staring at him anxiously. "Deano? What... your supposed to be... wheres Shawn? And Bradley?" Deano looked perplexed and said, "There's nbody here, mate. I got off the train on my way home and you were lying on the street, a bit spaced out. Here, have a drink, clear your head." Mickey took the coffee from Deano and slurped it. "Cheers, Dean. So, are you going to hand yourself in or something?" Deano looked a little sad and sat next to him. "NAh. I'm going to stay here for a while, get my story straight, you know?" "Where is this place, anyway?" Mickey asked, still groggy. "It's just a safe place. You can relax here." "SHawn and Bradley attacked me! I don't know what happened..." he stopped as a wave of nausea took him and he sat back, eyes closed. "It's OK mate, your safe here..." Deano soothed him. He felt a reassuring hand grasp his arm. Then a sharp prick made him jerk. He looked to see Deanoholding a needle. "What the FUCK?" He tried standing, but couldn't. He stared into Deano's dull eyes as the lad rubbed Mickey between the legs. "Don't worry. You'll come to like it. He just wants you to like him." Mickey's tonuge felt thick, he couldn't respond. The only thought that escaped from his muddled brain was that his friend was about to rape him. Then it got worse. Bradley crawled out into the room on his hands and knees, on a leash. Behind him , holding the leash came Shawn, stark naked and with an erection pressing agaisnt his wahsboard stomach. Deano deflty unbuttoned Mickeys jeans, and knelt between his legs. Mickeys cock flopped out, and Deano gobbled it up like a starving man. At Mickeys moan, Bradley started tugging the leash and Shawn let go of it. Bradley scuttle onto the sofa,and leaned across to start kissing Mickey on the lips. shawn went into the main room and put the TV on. He took one last glance at Mickeys rapidly stripped body being worshipped before sitting down to watch some football. "Just make sure he's ready before the morphine wears off," he shouted. Clammy hands had soon removed all of his clothes, and Deano's talented mouth had quickly brought Mickeys cock into action. Bradley was slobbering over him like a dog but Mickey didn't have the wits about him to be sickened. He was nmb, he could barely feel Bradleys hands rubbing his nipples, or Deano cupping his balls. He soon felt the razor grate across his scalp, and watched locks of brown hair falling over his toamch and Deano's head. After the razor had scoured him, they carried him and he lost consciousness. It was morning before he came to, strapped tightly to a wooden X. His mouth was packed with dirty socks, and Bradley's head was bobbing up and down on his morning hard-on. Shawn felt his own cock stir as his new slave started writhing and yelling, his eyes boggling at the blowjob he was being given. His torso was as loose and flabby as Shawn had feared, but the next 3 weeks would sort that out. As Deano walked in naked Bradley shuffled to the side so they could share Mickeys cock,and Shawn smiled. In 3 weeks time, Mickey Miller would be an escort again, for one particular customer. And he wouldn't be getting paid for it. He'd do it because a superior man had broken him. Just like Deano had broken, just like Bradley had submitted. Shawn knew he was going to have to bring the game to an end soon. But before he left, he had one very sick finale in mind... Hope you guys like it, sorry for the delay, 5th and final part coming up! Let me know what you think.