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Chelsea White	By : Chris Category: Individual Celebrities > Ewan McGregor Views: 2380 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hullo all. This is where it gets really fun....;) Ewan decides to throw caution to the wind....and lets himself be controlled...

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He bit howerower lip absently. “Mmm…yeah?”

He nodded. “Yeah,” he drawled out. “I wouldn’t mind yanking on that pretty long hair of yours, maybe marking you…..definitely making you beg for it.” He stopped, staring at him. “You *do* want it, don’t you, love?”

//Fuck yeah.// He found it easy to let himself be dominated by this boy. He didn’t care- he knew it was reckless and foolish and maybe even dangerous as hell. But there was a major part of him that screamed out for this to happen…to have this handsome and rugged looking young man make him do whatever he told him to do.

All he could do was nod in response.

A lewd grin crept on the boy’s face. “I knew it,” he purred. “Rough fucking trade. I could see in your eyes.” He paused, then said, “Pay for the drinks, and be outside in 2 minutes. You are gonna take me to your hotel, right?”

Another mute nod. //Whatever you say, gorgeous…//

He slid from the booth. “Don’t get up until I leave the bar. Then you can move, understand?” Voice holding a subtle undertone of steel. “Then come outside, get us a cab and wait for me to get in before you do. What is your hotel?”

“The Chelsea,” he whispered.

“The what?,” he asked, voice harder.

He swallowed. “The Chelsea…sir,” he added.

A grin was his reward. “Better. I will do all the talking from now on, understand? Only when I allow you to speak will you speak, and you will do what I tell you to without question.”

He nodded.

“Good boy.” He ran his right hand through Ewan’s hair possessively. “Very good.” He slid it out slowly, making him shudder in pleasure, and walked towards the exit. He saw the waitress come over and he quickly handed her one of his hundreds.

“Umm…in kinda a hurry, if you don’t mind,” he said with a small smile. “Someone’s holding a cab for me.”

“No prob, hon.” She walked over to the register and rang up the tab, then counted out his change. He was already anxious in the short time it took her to return, and he absently handed her a ten dollar bill as a tip before exiting.

“Come back anytime, love!,” she called out after him with a smile.

He barely heard her words- he was too focused on getting to the outside as soon as he could. He spotted him and went to his side without a sound. He looked over and smiled.

“Right on time. Good. The cab, love.”

He turned from him slightly and flagged for a cab. He felt him slip his arms around him and murmur, “I am gonna have so much fun with you, love. So much fun…mmm…can’t wait to ride you so hard….”

Ewan gave a small gasp and willed a cab to the curb. //Hurry hurry hurru bau bastards….get the fuck over here…//

He continued. “You’re gonna feel so good….my cock can’t wait to fuck you, mate…gonna be so fucking amazing…”

Finally a cab pulled over and he felt his arms slip away from him, opening the door and climbing in before he did. He leaned down and got inside as well, hearing him state their destination. He closed the door and as they pulled away, Ewan heard him say sotto voce to him, “So far…so good,” then placed his hand in his lap, but didn’t move it, for the rest of the ride. Ewan’s eyes slid closed in pleasure.

//If we hit a pothole, I am gonna arrive all over myself.//

Not the worst thing that could happen to him, he hazily thought as rode in silence with the boy. //I could have been making friends with my hand again tonight….//

How he made it to the hotel and then the room wit com committing suicide was a miracle to Ewan. He had to breathe through his mouth to stay focused, even as the boy opened his hands and spread his fingers slightly to gently cup him through his pants while in the cab.

//Fucking hell….I could pop right now, damn him.// He bit his lower lip, focusing on that distraction, to keep from doing something completely foolish. Like pin him in the back of the cab and rape him, for example.

But….made it they did, and only then did he remove his hand from him, alighting from the cab as Ewan quickly paid the driver and scrambled out. For his part, the young man simply strolled inside the hotel as though he was a paying guest, with Ewan coming in behind him. Of course, this allowed another fleeting glance at the rear view of the man, which made him smile a little.

//This pain may be worth it if I get a piece of that tonight….//

saw saw that he had stopped at the lift doors, which was probably a blessing in his state- he could feel himself straining, surely stressing the strength of his jean buttons in the process. He saw him look back at him a bit over his shoulder with a smile.

“You all right, mate?,” he asked with a laugh.

“Guess,” he hissed back at him through his teeth.

“Ah ah ah,” he said as the lift doors opened, “watch that tone, you. You forget who is in charge here.”

Ewan actually lowered his head a little and replied, “Sorry….sir.”

“Better,” he whispered, then stepped inside, as Ewan followed suit. He turned and faced the doors, feeling rather actually seeing the young man watch him, and pressed the button for the third floor without being told.

“This is kinda fun, isn’t it?,” he asked with a chuckle. “You’re lucky- I am normally a lot rougher with the guys I know that are into this.”

//That’s comforting to know.//

“But they aren’t nearly as handsome as you are….” He trailed off. “I don’t know your name, you know.”

“Ewan,” he whispered to him.

He gave a slow nod. “Mmmm…good English name, that. I like it, rolls off the tongue, it does.”

He nodded.

“Should be fun to say later on,” he said, as the doors opened and he stepped out, Ewan following. He stepped to the side and said, “Your room?”

“Just…over there,” he said, nodding towards the door at the end of the hallway. “Facing us.”

“Go open it, Ewan.”

He stepped past him and walked the twenty or so steps to thor, or, then slid his key in and heard it click open. He opened the door and held it until he walked by and allowed him to enter. He entered the darkened room and shut the door behind him.

“Lock i

He did so, then waited for the next command, chest rising and falling quickly.

There was silence for well over a minute, and Ewan was going slightly anxious in that period. Had he changed his mind, or maybe planning his ‘attack’? //What if he decides to do something to me….Jesus what was I thinking?//

Finally the silence was broken. “Is there a lamp in here?”

“Next to the bed.”

He heard footsteps, then a soft click as muted light filled the room. Where he was standing, it barely reached, but illuminated the whole right side of the bed. The young man stood up a bit and turned back to Ewan, and smiled.

“You look terribly uncomfortable, love,” he replied. “Those pants must be driving you mad, eh?”

He swallowed a bit, then nodded, his hands clenching and unclenching slowly.

“Do you want to take them off?”

He nodded.

“Say it.”

“Please….may I take them off…sir?” The words caught in his throat.

Ewan saw a hint of a smile. “Yes, Ewan, you may.”

“T-thank you,” he said, his voice slightly tremulous. His hands still shaking a bit, he moved them over his stomach and to the waistband of his jeans. The right hand fingered at the top button a moment before undoing it. He held back a gasp, his left hand useless at his side. He took a deep breath and moved his hand lower, undoing the second button.

He knew he wasn’t gonna be coherent by the time he reached the fifth button at this rate. His eyes fluttered to stay open, breathing louder now. He knew he was still being watched, and yet he didn’t feel awkward about it. He was almost overexcited to have someone watch him do this.

“Take your time, love. If you can…I can tell from here…your prick just got harder in the last minute.”

A moan escaped him reflexively. //Jesus….stop with the *voice*….//

A laugh. “It did, you know. I saw it. Bloody hell….it’s fantastic.”

He bit his lip, as the third button loosed from its mooring. He could feel his cock- or at least the tip- spill from the denim into the open air.

“*Fuck*,” he heard. “Nice….very nice….”

Fourth button open……the flush of want had finally taken over his face, making his eyes glaze over hazily as his cock was now more hal half freed, spilling from against his skin, pulsing, throbbing….needing to be touchheldheld…sucked….

“One more to go,” he heard.

His hands trembled harder, but with the last button undone and his jeans half moored on his hips, he slumped against the door with a sigh.

“First, your shirt, Ewan.”

His hands shook slightly as he put his hands on the hem of his shirt and began pulling it up his torso, watching the young man as he did so. He tried to prolong the act, but he also wanted to just get off of him and move on to other things. Finally, it was up and over his head, and he tossed it over by the bed, where it pooled on the floor, and lowered his hands again, waiting for the next command.

A small chuckle. “Nice show, mate. Now, take off your boots. Then the jeans. Do it.”

He bent over, undid the laces on his boots and pulled them off as silently as he could. One thump…then another, as the boots landed by his closet door. He shucked off his socks and they soon joined the boots.

“Good boy….good boy. Now…the jeans.”

//Anything you say….sir…// He slowly slipped the jeans from his hips and down his legs, before letting them pool at his feet. He stepped out of them and carelessly kicked them away from his body. He stood silently, seeing the appraising look on his face.

“Bloody hell,” he whispered. “Beautiful, you are. Just look at you….”

Ewan found his chest rising and falling faster with the sound of his voice, and the murmur of his words. //How can he turn me on with just a few words? It’s mad, I swear….//
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