Bit of Rough An EastEnders Tale By Haven Tesla

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Note on Chronology: This story takes place in early November 2017. We feature a different set of characters this time, but we'll get back to Keanu in the next chapter and both story threads will eventually intersect.

# # Daddy Issues # #

Ben Mitchell didn't look up from the accounts he was struggling to tally (his least favourite part of running his own business) when he heard the door to the garage open. "We're closed."

"I was hoping that would be the case," replied the new arrival, "so that we could do something more exciting than fixing cars."

Recognizing the voice, Ben abandoned his paperwork and leapt up to greet his older lover, Luke Wilmott-Brown.

Luke shut the door behind him and advanced on the mechanic, appreciatively eyeing up the overalls that clung suggestively to Ben's body. The pair engaged in a passionate make-out session that more closely resembled a tongue-wrestling match than a lip-lock.

"You're not wearing anything under these, are you?" questioned Luke, grabbing Ben's cute little arse in one hand and his bulging crotch in the other.

"No," gasped Ben, breathless from the deep snog, "since you told me not to. Even though it's sweaty and scratchy as hell and I can't risk even a glance at Tommy Saunders' arse when he's bent over a bonnet."

Luke laughed at the boy's whining. "Oh, poor little Ben. What a tough life you lead," he teased. "But it's going to be alright now that I'm here to put you out of your misery." Luke grabbed the zipper on Ben's overalls and tugged it down, revealing that Ben was indeed not wearing anything underneath.

Nuzzling the lad's neck, he growled, "Take `em off. I want you naked."

Ben obliged, used to being ordered around by the older man and rather liking it. (If he was perfectly honest, the relationship catered to Ben's long-smouldering daddy issues.)

Kicking off his shoes, he shed the overalls, leaving him in nothing but his socks.

Luke took a moment to admire Ben's smooth, young body and pert little arse on display as he bent down to peel off the socks. Ben wasn't shredded like a gym bunny but that wasn't what appealed to Luke. Luke knew Ben was besotted with him and would take his side over even Ben's own parents and his adored foster-brother, Jay.

"Right then, you know what to do." Luke threw himself into Ben's chair and waited expectantly.

Like a well-trained puppy, Ben sank to his knees and pulled off Luke's highly polished leather shoes, followed by his socks, exposing Luke's bare feet. Then, without the slightest hesitation, he engulfed Luke's toes in his mouth, sucking on them fervently. He didn't actually have a foot fetish; in fact, he found it rather debasing, but he knew Luke enjoyed having his toes sucked and that was enough for him. He'd never had an older man before, let alone one who was more than twice his age, but he'd found that Luke made all his previous relationships, even his supposedly eternal romance with the late Paul Coker, pale in comparison.

Luke sighed in pleasure, wriggling his toes blissfully inside Ben's hot, wet mouth.

"Good little bitch," he murmured.

Ben paused in his ministrations, not entirely happy at being addressed as a bitch.

"Luke, we talked about that," he began.

Luke rolled his eyes and pulled the naked lad up onto his lap so that they were face to face. Of course, the imbalance of power was still very apparent, with Ben totally nude and Luke fully dressed (apart from his footwear).

"Yes, and I told you, it's a term of endearment."

"Can't we go with babe or, or, I dunno ... sweetheart?"

"Sweetheart?" repeated Luke with a chuckle, and Ben blushed at his own foolishness. Luke pressed his fingers to Ben's mouth and the lad instinctively opened his mouth to suck on them.

"You're a bitch," emphasized Luke, slipping his now-spit-slicked fingers to Ben's arse and forcing two in at the same time. Ben convulsed at the sudden intrusion with minimal lubrication, but he didn't move from his awkward perch on Luke's lap. "But you're MY bitch. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, Luke," gasped Ben, as Luke began vigorously fingering him. Then, at Luke's raised eyebrow, he corrected himself, even as his face suffused with shame. "Yes, Daddy."

"That's better," responded Luke approvingly, making Ben glow with satisfaction in spite of himself. "And good bitches get their reward." He increased the number of fingers in Ben's tight arse to three, making the lad moan in heat, his stiff cock burbling with a steady stream of pre-cum.

Luke silenced Ben's moans by shoving his tongue down the younger man's throat, all the while deeply penetrating his tight little twat. Ben had fancied himself as a top before he'd met Luke. He'd balked at surrendering his anal virginity, even to Paul, who'd been very accommodating about always being the bottom, because Ben felt that getting fucked up the arse would lessen his status as a man.

Luke had changed all that. Not one to take "no" for an answer, he'd spun Ben around and buried his face in the lad's arse, eating him out with a zeal that took Ben by surprise. Ben had never been rimmed before, and Luke was never one to do things by halves, so the sensations were mind-blowing for the inexperienced youth. He experienced his first hands-free orgasm that day, just from getting his arse deeply tongued by Luke.

And what an orgasm it was. Ben had cum and cum and cum, sending one sticky white jet after another spraying over his own body as well as Luke's. Even Luke admitted he was impressed by the volume of Ben's load. It had dawned on Ben that this was what he'd been missing, all those times he'd been fucking arse and pussy. It had never felt as good as this.

After that, Ben was putty in Luke's hands. Shattered from the epic orgasm, he barely registered a protest when Luke replaced his tongue with a finger, then two, and finally three. Not that it hadn't hurt. God, it had hurt. So damn much. But Luke was an expert manipulator, not only of Ben's sex-addled mind but also of his youthful body. He'd seized the boy's prostate in his fingers and massaged it relentlessly. Before they'd moved on to the main event, Ben's deflowering, he had cum a second time without touching his dick.

Luke had promised that he would milk Ben dry in the same way. Luke's calm confidence had both frightened and thrilled Ben. How could another man, one he'd only just encountered for the first time, one old enough to be his FATHER, know his body so well?

Sprawling Ben out on his back and hoisting his legs up onto his strong shoulders, Luke pounded away at Ben's arse, making sure to hit his prostate with every jab of his long, thick cock. Ben could scarcely take in the fact that his virginal chute was being ravaged by a 10-incher before he blew his wad for the third time that night.

But Luke wasn't done - not by a long shot. Switching positions to lay Ben on his side, he continued his assault on the boy's aching backdoor. Ben became aware that, at some point in his hormonal haze, Luke had neglected to wear a condom, but he didn't care. He wanted Luke to breed him, to shoot his baby-makers inside his colon and paint his insides white.

And Luke did precisely that, just as Ben had his fourth orgasm of the night.

"You're going to have to work for the next one," Luke told him. Ben stared uncomprehendingly at Luke, until Luke rolled over onto his back and gestured for Ben to sit on his rampant dick. Ben had to marvel at the older man's stamina, sporting another erection barely minutes after blowing his seed. Luke was no less energetic in hammering Ben's arse for a third time than he had been during the first. Ben whimpered in agony as his increasingly sore cunt (as Luke referred to it) got another workout, but Luke grabbed his neck and pulled his head down to lock lips. Ben soon forgot about the pain and lost himself in Luke's lips as the older man ravished him (in every sense) to a fifth climax.

"I think you have one more left in you," judged Luke, critically eyeing the puddle of cum on his stomach from Ben's most recent eruption before scooping it up with his fingers and feeding it back to Ben, who mindlessly licked his fucker's fingers clean. If ever there was a situation which met the definition of having one's "brains fucked out", Ben's deflowering by Luke qualified.

Ben was wiped out, yet here was 40-something Luke itching to go again. He offered up a perfunctory protest but they both knew he was going to bend over for Luke again. And thus, Ben shot his sixth load while getting his arse reamed out doggy-style by Luke.

Luke himself had cum thrice, each time deep inside Ben's guts, and as Ben lay recovering from the onslaught of cock, he returned to fingering the boy's terribly tender hole (ignoring Ben's whimpers) to scoop out his sperm and feed that, too, to Ben. To the lad's wonderment, even Luke's semen was uniquely intoxicating: thick, gooey and tangy, with a strong hint of manly musk. Ben slurped up every last drop greedily.

It was ironic how much Ben treasured the memories of the night he'd been turned into another man's bitch, considering how long and hard he'd fought to establish himself as a real man's man in spite of his homosexuality (two things he believed were mutually exclusive). Admittedly, all his efforts had failed miserably and he had all but given up on gaining anything beyond the most begrudging acceptance from his father. The ultimate result was a void for Luke to exploit. And exploit it he did, thoroughly.

As they made out in The Arches, the same place he'd seduced Ben a few short weeks ago, Luke's mind was at work on how he could take their relationship to the next level. It wasn't enough for him that Ben had consented to become his bitch; he wanted others to know it, too. And if he'd played his cards right, he'd be well on his way to accomplishing that before the night was over.

"Come on," he muttered, "let's try a new position." He manoeuvred Ben so that the lad was inverted face down, resting his ankles on Luke's shoulders and his head in line with the older man's feet. His oozing cock, erect from the vigorous fingering, rubbed up against Luke's beefy, trouser-clad thighs. There were going to be pre-cum stains on Luke's suit, but that was a matter for his dry-cleaner.

Ben immediately recognized what Luke wanted and suckled on Luke's toes again. Ben cooed with delight as Luke's tongue worked its way past his sphincter, deep into his guts, while Luke's lips fastened themselves to his anal lips and sucked out his arse juices.

Just as Ben was sure he would shoot his load, Luke grabbed his balls and squeezed hard, making Ben yelp.

"What'd you do that for?" he grumbled.

"Not yet, my little bitch. Patience." Luke grabbed a screwdriver from a nearby table, tugged one of his XL condoms over the handle and plunged it into Ben's unsuspecting arse.

"Ooh!" grunted Ben. "What's that?"

"One of your tools," replied Luke, working it in and out of Ben's arse at a clip.

Ben's cock twitched at the idea that he was being penetrated by one of his own tools. Suddenly he had a vision of himself cramming greased-up spanners and wrenches into his boy-cunt.

"Dirty boy," laughed Luke knowingly. "Bet you won't look at them the same way again. Now get my toes squeaky clean, bitch."

As Ben continued to lavish his attention on Luke's feet, Luke left the screwdriver with its handle entirely buried in Ben's cunt and reached down to the underside of Ben's torso to toy with the boy's nipples. Ben inhaled sharply, knowing what was coming. Luke pinched and twisted his tits until Ben's toes curled and tears came to his eyes.

Through it all, his cock remained rock-hard, spurting ever more precum onto Luke's expensive, tailored suit.

"What do you think, bitch? Shall we leave it here for tonight?"

Ben whimpered, his cock virtually aching with the need for release. "Please Daddy. Please make me cum."

Luke smirked. "Oh, alright then," he said nonchalantly, removing the screwdriver. "But you're going to have to push your limits."

Ben wasn't sure he liked the sound of that, but he did appreciate the sound of Luke unzipping his trousers.

"Sit on my cock, bitch."

Ben didn't waste a second to obey. He jumped on Luke's dick in a flash, like the cock-hungry slut that he was. Seated on Luke's lap, facing outwards, Ben grunted with concentration and contentment as he was fully impaled on Luke's 10-inch erection a lot quicker than was comfortable.

Once he had the full length buried deep inside him, though, he didn't need - nor could he wait for - further instructions. Like a bitch in heat, he bounced enthusiastically on Luke's big dick, each downward plunge hitting his G-spot with near-mechanical precision. At this rate, he wouldn't last long before reaching his climax.

But Luke had other ideas. He picked up the screwdriver, its handle still sticky with saliva and arse juices, and began prodding at Ben's already-stuffed hole with it.

"Wh-what're you doing?" asked an alarmed Ben, instinctively clenching his sphincter against additional intrusion.

"Shhh," murmured Luke, his warm mouth next to Ben's ear. "Just relax, my little bitch. It's time you learned to take more than just one cock."

Ben's eyes widened. "What?! NO! I can't." He tried to climb off Luke's dick but the older man wrapped his arms around the lad and held firm.

Luke clicked his tongue. "Now, now, don't disappoint Daddy. Of course, bitches can take more cock. That's what they're meant for. You want to prove yourself to me, don't you? Prove to me you have what it takes to be MY little bitch, to make me happy?"

Ben swallowed hard. He really didn't fancy being double-penetrated. Heck, a month ago he couldn't conceive of taking even one dick up his arse. This was all escalating way too rapidly for him. And the screwdriver clearly wasn't even meant for the purpose.

"Please Daddy, can't we do this another day?" he begged.

"Today, Ben," said Luke sternly. "Haven't I waited long enough? I even met your parents, for crying out loud. Don't be a coward."

If there was one thing you could say to rile Ben up, it was calling him a coward, and Luke was aware of that. His remark had the intended result.

The younger lad bristled at the suggestion of cowardice. "I'm NOT a coward!" he insisted. "Alright, do your worst; I can take it." He gritted his teeth in anticipation of the pain of double-penetration.

Behind Ben's back, Luke grinned wolfishly. Like he didn't already know he had Ben wrapped around his little finger. He placed more pressure on the screwdriver handle, which he hadn't moved away from Ben's arsehole.

Despite mentally preparing himself for the agony, Ben was still shocked by the excruciating pain of having another phallic object crammed alongside Luke's dick into his poor hole. He let out an anguished shriek and collapsed onto Luke.

Luke rubbed his belly comfortingly, urging him to relax, but at no point did he falter in his violation of the stricken lad. "There, there. You've almost got it all in you. It's not so bad now, is it?"

"Hurts," mumbled Ben semi-deliriously. He couldn't believe he was letting someone do this to him. He felt incredibly, unbelievably full. Would his arsehole ever return to its original shape after this?

"It's a small price to pay for the pleasure to come," Luke told him. He let his free hand wander over Ben's body, tweaking his nipples and stroking his cock, while he nuzzled the boy's pale, tense neck. Consumed by the pain, Ben melted into Luke, allowing the older man complete access to every inch of his body - of which Luke took full advantage.

As he molested Ben and ravaged his overstuffed hole, Luke wondered idly to himself how much longer it would take Tommy Saunders to realize his wallet was missing. He'd passed Tommy and Jay as they headed out for a pint at the Queen Vic after knocking off work, and he observed Tommy's wallet falling out of the jacket he'd slung over an arm. Luke had picked it up but, rather than return it to Tommy, he'd covertly dropped it inside The Arches. He decided to set himself a challenge: edge Ben until Tommy (and hopefully Jay, too) returned to The Arches to look for his wallet.

At that very moment, Ben seemed a long way from an orgasm. His cock had wilted after Luke had double-stuffed him, but the languid strokes of Luke's free hand were reviving his erection. Of course, Luke wanted Ben to cum without either of them touching his cock, and he had his work cut out for him because the screwdriver handle had reduced his cock's manoeuvrability inside Ben's arse. Ensuring he kept up the pressure on the lad's prostate was that much tougher, but it was the kind of challenge Luke welcomed.

With Ben flopped listlessly on top of him, Luke twisting him this way and that, like an inanimate puppet, until he felt the tell-tale nub of the younger man's prostate gland against his bare cockhead. He thrust upwards and was rewarded by a jolt in Ben's cock.

Satisfied, he moved his hand up to Ben's nipples and resumed brutally twisting them. The pain flaring in another part of his anatomy made poor Ben stir and groan, although he didn't pull away from Luke.

Almost right on cue, they heard voices from the other side of the front door to The Arches.

"I swear I had it in my jacket when we left The Arches, Jay."

"Well, then it's been nicked," retorted Ben's brother. "We already searched everywhere between here and the Vic."

"Oh man, don't say that," wailed the hapless Tommy. "First we strike out with those birds again AND I lose my wallet? Fuck me, do I have the worst luck or what? Wait, the light's still on inside. Maybe Ben saw it and picked it up."

Ben suddenly sat upright. "Did you lock the door behind you?"

Luke shrugged. "I thought I did." He kept pounding away at Ben's prostate unperturbed. They both heard someone trying the door handle and no sound of the latch preventing it from being opened.

"Shit!" yelped Ben, trying to pull himself off Luke's dick. Luke stuck his leg out, tripping Ben and causing him to fall back onto his dick heavily. This last thrust was all Ben's battered prostate required.

As the door opened, and Jay and Tommy's faces peered inside, Ben passed the point of no return. His cock jerked maniacally with a mind of its own, shooting a fountain of sticky white cream into the air, onto his face and bare body as he shut his eyes in utter humiliation.

"What the actual fuck?" exclaimed Tommy.

He and Jay were staring in horrified fascination at Ben's sperm-spattered body, jerking helplessly as his cock continued to spew, the screwdriver and Luke's dick simultaneously crammed into his hole clearly visible between his legs. They were utterly unable to tear their eyes away from this lurid sight.

Recovering from his orgasm, Ben cried, "Get out! Get OUT!"

Jay and Tommy stood rooted to the spot.

"I SAID, GET OUT!" screamed Ben. He thought he was going to die of shame at his brother and his employee seeing him at his most vulnerable: naked, double-penetrated and covered in cum.

Jay was the first to recover his senses. "Er, yeah, um, we're going," mumbled Jay. "C'mon Tommy." He had to pull the younger lad, who was still motionless with his mouth agape, with him. His foot hit Tommy's wallet where Luke had dropped it on the floor. He quickly picked it up and dragged Tommy out, shutting the door behind him.

"Shit. Shit, shit, shit!" wailed Ben, holding his head in his hands. "They... they saw me. They saw everything!"

Luke patted him on the back sympathetically, although he was secretly pleased with the outcome of his scheming, which had turned out better than he could have ever imagined. "I'm sure they won't say anything, or think any less of you."

"Are you kidding?" snarled Ben. "Maybe Jay will keep quiet because we're brothers but Tommy couldn't keep his mouth shut if you gagged him! He'll blab to the other mechanics, and his mates, and they'll all laugh at me."

"Well, it's not like it's a secret that we're dating. So they caught us having sex. What's the big deal? I don't think it's the first time either of them has seen a hard dick or cum. Maybe it's their first time seeing two at once but that's hardly earth-shattering. For all you know, they've stumbled across gay porn on the net before. That Tommy sure seems like the bicurious type."

Ben stared at Luke in consternation. "But we were fucking. I was getting fucked. Not just by you but with this bloody screwdriver." He yanked it out of his arse furiously and threw it across the room.

Luke tutted. "Oh Ben, I think you still need to work through your residual self-loathing. I don't care if anybody's seen proof that we're a normal couple who have sex, lots of sex, kinky sex even - and neither should you."

"But, but ..." Ben lapsed into silence, too distraught to continue, and Luke seized the opportunity to snog him.

At first, Ben resisted, but eventually (as always) he gave in and let Luke's tongue probe his mouth and lick away his tears.

"Now I think we should pick up where we left off when we were interrupted."

"I'm not in the mood," griped Ben.

Luke gave him the raised eyebrow. "Don't be a quitter, bitch. I'm not leaving until I've milked you dry." He popped the buttons on his shirt and slid his trousers down to his ankles. He saw Ben following his movements with his eyes and lick his lips, and he knew the young lad was hooked.

"Okay, but I'm locking the door this time."

TO BE CONTINUED ...

Characters & Portrayers: Ben - Harry Reid Luke - Adam Astill Jay - Jamie Borthwick Tommy - Jordan Coulson

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