Emo Becomes Chav Slave

By Josh C

Published on Apr 19, 2012

Gay

Chapter 1

I was 22 years old but didn't look it at all. I looked just like a teenager, I was thin and not very tall. Only 5'8" and I was pretty pale with blue eyes and blond hair. I guess I was cute or attractive to some people. I wouldn't say I was handsome or I wouldn't say I was ugly!

I don't know if the way I dressed made me look young or just like a student! That night, I had tight black skinny jeans, black converse, a tight t-shirt and a sort of zip up hoodie. I also had a blue neckerchief around my neck, that along with my straightened medium length hair over one eye and a few friendship bracelets on my wrist might have made me look at bit emo but I wasn't emo. Try telling that to some people.

I had jumped off the bus near the estate of apartments and houses where I rented. It was decent area, sort of lower middle class. The estate was a maze of little avenues and blind alleyways, I ducked through one of the shortcuts to get to my place. Just as I got halfway down this tiny alley made of the side of apartment blocks and bin sheds I realised I wasn't alone. Three guys were standing there about half way down.

They were a little intimidating, three lads of about 17 probably from a neighbouring estate. They all wore tracksuits and white trainers, the typical chav/scally uniform but that didn't mean much nearly all teens wore some variation of that it didn't make them dangerous. It was a tight alley so I just pushed past them. Feeling a bit nervous I thought I was home free when I heard one of them call after me.

"Hey emo!"

If I'd been smart I would have kept walking and my life would have carried on as normal, but I wasn't. I stopped turned around.

"Yeah emo boy, come here"

One of them gestured with his shoulder for me to come back up the steps towards them.

I walked back to them with my head hung low sort of embarrased but when I was near them I rose it again and sort of irritated I said, "What?"

"You in a crew kid?" one of the guys asked. He was about 5' 10" and better built than me. He wore a red addidas zip up hoodie with three white stripes on the side, he had sort of black addidas tracksuit pants and white trainers. His trackies were rolled up a little chav style to show off his white socks and give a full view of his trainers.

I didn't know what he was talking about so I repeated, "What?"

"You're not in a crew? What estate you from Ashbrook, Greenside?" They were the two older estates that bordered this one. This estate was big but pretty new and didn't have it's own teenagers yet just a mix of professionals and young couples.

"I live here in this estate."

"Well you gotta be in a crew to go around this area mate. What school do you go to? St. John's?"

"I don't go to school I go to uni... I'm not from here"

"Emo lad goes to college!" one of the others sniggered.

I felt sort of embarrassed suddenly, like I just looked so young. Too young to go to uni.

"Every kid's got to be in a crew here or he's fair game"

Weird I thought, don't know if they are playing gangstas or what.

"We're Ashbrook Crew kid and we're gonna tax ya"

"Yeah mate you're fair game", one of the other lads said. He was wearing a matching dark grey/black addidas tracksuit/hoodie with three different coloured stripes down the side. He also had white addidas trainers on.

"Right you've got a choice," the first one said "you can get taxed and show respect to the Ashbrook crew or get your arse kicked everytime one of us sees you around here or the shops or wherever."

What the fuck I thought. I must have stepped into some weird teen-gangsta turf war.

"Fuck off!" I said and turned quickly to walk away but they quickly and noiselessly launched themselves at me. They shoved me up against the wall. I felt one quick hard punch in the stomach and a knee in my balls. I was completely winded and slid down on my knees.

"Now emo boy," the leader spoke and shoved his foot in my stomach, "what's it gonna be? You gonna show respect?"

"Yeah..." I answered not really sure what I meant.

"Say your sorry for disrespecting us."

Winded and not wanting a beating I decided to go along with them.

"I'm sorry for disrespecting you."

"Good emo, now crawl over here and lick my trainers."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing it was just so extreme. I looked up at him.

"Do it!"

I figured I had to do it or take a pretty bad beating so I crawled over the foot or two to where he leaned against the wall. I started to lick his white adidas. It didn't tast so bad and it wasn't too dirty but the idea of it was so fucked up. I'd got myself into a pretty weird situation. I was embarrased at the idea of being around this are and ever seeing this guy walking around or him seeing me in the shop or something.

I licked both his trainers for about a minute.

"You're learning some respect now, aren't you?"

"Yeah" I looked up and answered totally humiliated.

The others laughed, "He knows he's a right bit of dirt to lick another lad's trainers like that."

"Tell us your dirt and you love licking trainers."

I hesitated there on my hands and knees and as I did I felt a brutal kick in my ass. I almost cried out.

The three chavs just laughed.

"What are you?"

"I'm dirt and I love licking trainers."

They laughed again. "Now do Stuart's"

I crawled over to the guy who had just kicked me and start to do his.

I realised two disturning but unsurprising things as I continued to lick. 1. the first guy was filming me on his camera phone. 2. I had a hard on. This was turning me on! I'd never done anything with a guy before but I'd always had some pervy thoughts. I must be sick.

"Now Dave."

"Get up". I stood up ashamed, with my head hanging down watching the ground.

"Come look at this". He replayed the video of my licking trainers on his phone while the three of them jeered at me for disrespecting them.

Just when I thought it couldn't get worst one of them almost shouted with excitement "Look! look! lads!" and pointed to my crotch. Through my balck skinny jeans you could see the outline of my boner raging.

"Fucking sick cunt likes it, he's turned on. Fucking perv."

"Fuck! you a little gay boy then?"

"No!"

"You fuckin must be, what sort of a sick perv gets turned on by licking a lad's trainers?

I had no answer because he was right. I just stood there, my head hanging.

"Well you sick perv, tell us what you are?"

"A sick perv"

"Yeah you said it, now again on the camera." He took out his phone.

This was the moment of truth. To do say this on camera was seeling myself out to blackmail and god knows what. To say it on camera I would need to be crazy from getting kicked and threatened or crazy in another way.. crazy because I liked it. Was this my dick talking?

But I did it. I said it on camera, "I'm a sick perv."

"Haha!"

"From now on you belong to Ashbrook crew. You're property. Give us ur mobile number." I told him my number and he rang the phone to check I wasn't lying. "Save my number as Boss!"

I did.

"I'll text you tomorrow, you better be available when we want you." AS he said this he grabed me by the throat. Then he let me go.

I was left in the alleyway having the biggest "what the fuck" moment of my life.

Next: Chapter 2


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