Emo Becomes Chav Slave

By Josh C

Published on Apr 20, 2012

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Thanks for all the feedback and suggestions for Chapter 1, I probably wouldn't have continued writing if I didn't get those emails. I will try and make this better and better if people like it. josh19eightynine@yahoo.com


Emo Becomes Chav Slave

Chapter 2


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


I walked back to my apartment still with a raging hard on in my pants. I can't even describe how I felt, so horny, so excited but so dirty and so wrong. I felt almost like a criminal. Because it happened or because I liked it? I got turned on by it. My mind jumped between the excitement, the horniness and the danger. What would this mean for my future? What if those videos got out? Would they just forget about it? It really didn't sound like they were doing this as a one off.

I walked on.

Back at my apartment I was thankful my flatmate was away for a few days. I don't know how I'd have coped if he was there. How could I have acted even half-normally? Not that I had much to do with him really. He was older and he worked. We didn't mix much.

In the bathroom I stared in the mirror. I was embarrased looking at my own face. I felt dirty and started to think about my tongue licking those dirty trainers.

How could someone do that and enjoy it? I must be sick and I've probably caught some disease from licking the trainers. Think where they have been.. walking on dirty streets, fields, maybe in some dirty toilet somewhere. I grabed the bottle of mouthwash and furiously rinsed it around my mouth, I spit it out in the sink and did the same again. I brushed my teeth and rinsed with mouthwash again. I hoped that would have killed whatever germs I'd licked up on my tongue. I can't do that again, ever again I thought. It's sick, it's fucked up, it's dangerous. Even if I have to move apartment or city or country. Even if I stand up to those chavs and get my head kicked in, I've just got to get out of this situation.

But I was so horny, I was the most excited I'd ever been in my life. I couldn't escape that. That made it worse how could I be so horny about something so sick?

I couldn't resist the urge. I slid down my jeans and briefs and wanked

there in the bathroom and thought about licking those trainers as I did, thought about my skin on the white leather-y material. I thought about being down on my knees in front of those chavs in there tracksuits. I came like never before. I must be a sick perv, I thought.

Exhausted, I cleaned myself up and went to my room. I collapsed on my bed. My mind was racing but I was destroyed. I fell quickly asleep.

I woke next morning and felt almost hung over, the rush of excitement had left me feeling down. I also had that weird feeling for a moment, wondering if it was a dream and being relieved for a second or two thinking none of last night had really happened. But it had happened. It was no dream.

I decided that the best thing I could possibly do would be go to uni as normal but I was pretty on edge heading for the bus and waiting at the stop. I kept my head down, half out of a lingering shame, half because I would see those guys

around the estate or on the road outside. But they were probably in school at this time I thought.

I made it through the first class surprising well, I took notes as the lecturer droned on and bored all of us. Even at the break afterwards I was pretty normal. I chatted to the people I normally chatted to, though I wasn't really that bothered with anyone in my class. I found them all a bit boring too. But they were ok, I suppose. I had just finished with them and was heading for my next class when my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a text message and instinctively I knew who it was from.

I took the phone out and looked, sure enough the message said "Boss". I opened it, "Meet us at bin sheds tnite at 7". I almost got weak when I read it, I felt my shoulders, my legs turning to jelly. My hands shook a little. What would I do? Do I ignore it? Do I go there and tell them to fuck off, to leave me alone that I didn't care what happened to me

I wasn't going to get involved with them? Or did I go and let whatever happens happen? The last sick thought made my cock stiffen in my pants. I knew that's what I wanted on some leve. My cock was saying go, do whatever they want it's the best feeling you've ever had in your life. My brain was telling me I would be making the worst mistake of my life. Needless to say I couldn't concentrate for the rest of the day. The lecturers spoke but I didn't hear a word. I just thought of that alley way, and when I did I got hard.

I got home about six, still semi-hard from pouring over my decision on the bus. I knew I was drawn to this, that I wanted it, crazy, stupid, suicidal as it was. I decided I was going to go to them and see what happened. My life was boring enough, a boring flatmate, boring college, boring classmates, this was the first time I'd felt excitement like this and felt alive like this. My heart pounded.

It kept pounding at 7 when I

walked back to that alleyway, up to the part with the bin sheds. My head was hanging low again but I looked up and I saw them. This time there were 5 guys, the same three and two others about 16 or 17 they were the usual mix of Addidas and Nike, trackies and zipped up hoodies. A couple of football shirts. All white trainers with their white socks showing, one youngish guy in a charcol, black and green Mckenzie windbreaker style jacket. I certainly didn't fit in with this group in my tight jeans and t -shirt. The guys who had never seen me before seem to know me instantly, they recognised my difference.

"Emo boyyyyy", they sort of cheered and jeered among themselves and at me.

"Good you came, don't want another kicking then?" Before I could answer he struck out with his foot and got me between the legs. I was in agony and clutched my crotch. What the fuck, I thought? "Next time I text you to be here, you text me back and let me know you're

coming, right?"

"Yeah sorry", I said through the pain. I felt like I was the one apologising for being kicked in the balls.

"Right," he looked at me, "in the bin shed..."

Still sore I hobbled into the bin shed and stood in the cramped space between the two big rubbish bins. There wasn't enough for all of us to fit in so the rest of them sort of crowded around the shed enterance blocking me in. The shed was a bit rank, it smelled a bit rotten. It smelled of rubbish.

"These lads are Ashbrook crew too" he looked around at the four other grinning faces. Lads this is our new bitch!" They all laughed. "Right you know what to do."

I didn't really know, I guessed. Did I guess what they wanted or what I wanted?

I got down on my knees on that dirty concrete and started to lick the leaders trainer. The laughs and jeers started. "Fuck! He's really doing it! What a fucking queer! Oh man, sick..."

Maybe they were as

sick as me because they all queued up for my humiliation. I licked 5 pairs of white trainers. 3 addidas, 2 nike of different degrees of dirtyness. Now and then I stopped and thought about where those dirty trainers had been. I mean, here they were in a fucking rotten bin shed, can you imagine what dirt was on them?

When I'd finished the last pair. The leader bent down and hauled me to my feet, "Look, lads here's the best bit". He pushed me forward and pointed to my crotch. For the second night in a row my cock was straining in my pants because I'd been licking these chavs trainers. What humiliation. I can't describe it but my cock didn't lie, there it was hard has a rock.

"Sick fucker!..queer... fuckin' hell man..." the chorus continued.

"I reckon a dirty bitch like him would do anything."

Between me and those guys there was a weird understanding, the fact that I'd chosen to come back for a second night said more even than

my hard on. They knew I was into this.

"You want to be our bitch emo boy? Let's hear you say it"

Time froze, this was crazy but I wanted it. My cock strained in my pants. I could have almost come there and then.

"I want to be your bitch"

"Fuck man, I don't believe it!!!" one of the younger lads said and almost turned away with embarrasment. They all laughed.

"Haha! Now for the camera... I want to be Ashbrook Crew's bitch... go on bitch beg if you really want it."

I don't know what hormones or stupidity took over but I looked right into the lens of the phone camera and started, "Please let me be your bitch, I really want to be the Ashbrook crew's bitch, please I'll do anything just make me your bitch..."

All the lads laughed and I just got harder and harder. The camera kept filming.

"Alrite then bitch, just one one more thing, open your mouth. That's it bitch open wide."

I stayed there

kneeling with my mouth wide open. I didn't know what was coming.

I heard the leader of the five (I still didn't know his name and he didn't know mine) hocking up. I knew what was coming. He spat a great big lump of spit on my face, half it went into my mouth and thre rest ung around my lips and face. It was disgusting.

"Now lick it up and swallow it."

I felt a bit sick in my stomach but I stayed hard and I ran my tongue around the outside of my mouth. Gathering up the spit. Gathering the spit of this lad I'd never even seen before yesterday. I took one big swallow and the spit slid down into my stomach. How humiliating was that? The laughter started up again.

"You really are a bitch aren't you?"

"Yeah, I'm a bitch". I was resigned I couldn't look at their faces.

"Haha! Good emo, you know your place, a fucking bitch for real men."

He spat again but this time just on the ground in front of me.

"Keep

your phone on and next time test me back when I message you."

He turned away from me and the five off them just took off up the alley barely looking back at me. I was left there kneeling in the dirt, I could even see and feel little patches of dirt from the bin sheds on my jeans. I must have smelled like trash aswell as acting like it.

Fuck, I thought with that mix of excitement humiliation and total disgust at what I'd just done. Yesterday I was living a normal life now Im voulnteering to lick some gang of scallys' trainers. I even took a load of one of their spit in my mouth. What was next...

Next: Chapter 3


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