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Emo Becomes Chav Slave
Chapter Three
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...
My second night of humiliation ended pretty much like the first with me wanking in the bathroom thinking about what had happened to me. My dirty skinny jeans were around my ankles and I could smell the rubbish from the bin sheds off myself. This seemed to turn me on even more. I liked the humiliation, the put downs. I liked smelling like dirt. I was instantly hard again and wanked again.
Was I gay? I'd read some pretty out there bondage stuff online but I'd never really been interested in guys. I'd never even thought about kissing a lad or anything like that. Was just wrong in the head, getting off on all this humiliation stuff? And what was I going to do? Obviously I was right in it now. Was I going to continue? I'd certainly given those lads plenty of ammo for blackmail with those videos. What if they posted them online? I figured part of my opportunites were gone now, I was never going to be prime minister or famous with videos like that floating around. How your life can change in 24 hours.
Again I went to bed but I didn't sleep so easily this time, my mind was fixated on what happened. It was so weird that I kept asking myself if it was a strange dream, if something like this could possibly happen. Eventually I slept and woke with a raging hard on. How could anyone be this horny? I decided not to wank before uni, though I thought I'd probably get myself in less trouble if I didn't go around so horny and desperate all the time.
The day in uni was unreal, I was there but I wasn't really there. My head was in the bin shed and every time I thought about it my cock just grew in my pants and I felt more twisted. It was Friday, usually, I'd be glad at the prospect of the week end but what the hell was I going to do this week end? How could I even pretend to live a normal week end after the last two nights? Some classmates invited me to go out with them but I turned down their offers.
I didn't get any text from my new "master" until about five when I was back in the apartment. It said, "Bus shelter at 8". This time I was careful to reply quickly and let him know I'd be there. My mind started racing again, why the bus shelter? Was he going to make me go somewhere with him?
When it was almost 8 I splashed some water in my face to try and clear my head, maybe think straight for a minute. Then I headed out of the apartment. I walked through the estate and on to the main road to the bus stop which was sort of between the entrances to my estate and "Ashbrook". There were some regular people in the shelter waiting on a bus, my "master" was leaning against the wall behind the shelter. He was wearing his white addidas trainers, grey swetpants style nike trackies and that red zip up addidas top, he seemed to wear that alot. I walked over to him.
He glanced down at the red skinny jeans I was wearing, "Fuck you look gay". He said it loud enough that people in the bus shelter could hear. I tried to look away from them to lessen the embarrasment. "C'mon" he said and set off down the path. I followed, naturally.
I walked beside him. "You 18?" he asked.
"Yeah," I was sort of embarrassed about being 22 but looking so young so I didnt say how old I was but I realised he wasn't asking me how old I was, he was asking me was I over 18.
"What's your name?"
"Alex". When he heard my name he made a sort of mocking sound, like it was somehow funny. I thought I'd better find out who he was.
"What's your's?"
"Ryan".
"Ok Alex, you got any money?"
"Yeah."
"How much you got?"
I dug around in my pockets, "Um ten quid."
"OK that'll do, I want you to go into the off licence and buy us as much beer as you can for that."
So that's what he wanted. He needed someone to buy beer for him.
"Alright," I said a little apprehensive. It occured to me that buying beer for 17 year olds was actually criminal and I could get in trouble for it. Licking there trainers and taking their spit was fine by the law though.
"We can't let that security guard tosser see us or he'll know who you're buying it for."
"Ok..."
"You buy the beer and you know the football pitch accross the main road, yeah? Bring it over there, there's a gap where the wall ends on the road and the fence starts climb in with it there then walk to behind the changing rooms. We'll be there bring it to us there, ok?"
"Ok."
Ryan was being alright with me now I thought, he was acting pretty normal and friendly the way he talked even though he was really giving me orders. Maybe I'd passed my initiation with all that shit and I was in the gang or the crew now. I wasn't sure what that meant but it made life seem a bit more interesting and maybe a bit safer. Maybe no more trainer licking after all.
We split up and I went to the off licence. I'd been in there once or twice before but they didn't know me so they asked me for ID which was a bit embarrassing. But I looked like a teenage emo, I thought, so they are going to ask me for ID whenever I go in there. I got some cans of beer, as manay as I could for 10 quid they put them in a bag for me.
I felt kind of self conscious walking along the road with them. Was I heading to a party? I often see plenty of people around buying beer and walking down the street to a friend's place for a party or something...
I came to the gap between the fence and the wall and squeezed myself through. The playing picthes and little club house area were deserted. As I got closer I could hear voices, I rounded the corner. There was about ten lads and three girls from ages of about 14 to 17 all hanging around there, all chavs. A few of the guys who's trainers I'd licked and saw me taking Ryan's spit in my mouth were there. As soon as they saw me they sort of elbowed each other and laughed. I could tell they were sniggering and repeating what had happened the night before.
Fuck I thought what am I going to be forced to do tonight? And in front of girls too? Lick everyone's trainers? Take everyone's spit? As my brain logically weighed up the total fucked upness of the situation and the dangers involved-- my dick got hard. That said everything. I took a breath, maybe I was "in" now. Maybe I was just going to have some beers with them. I walked right up to Ryan.
"You got it?"
Proudly, I handed him the beer.
"Ok, see ya later," he said and turned his back on me. Everyone laughed. Girls and boys. I blushed.
I was crushed, it was like a stab in the heart. I started walking back through the pitches, back to the fence. I felt worse, more humiliated than when I'd been on my knees licking trainers. I didn't feel humiliated in a sexy way either, I just felt like shit. My body slummped as I walked the good 20 minutes or more back to the apartment. It was fully dark by the time I got home.
I spent the night totally dejected, on my own in that apartment watching TV. Friendless. I so wanted to be in that field with those chavs, even if it meant licking trainers or god knows what. But this being here on my own was much worse. I felt like I was really missing out. I needed them but were they through with me?