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Emo Becomes Chav Slave
Chapter Six
Monday was another weird day. I went to uni as normal but now instead of thinking about the subjects I was studying all I thought about was the cocks I'd sucked the day before. How was that? Less than a week before I'd never even looked at a guy in that way. Now I couldn't stop thinking about those guys. I was humiliated at the memory of having a cock in my mouth but it still made me hard.
All through Monday I didn't hear a word from Ryan or any of those guys. This time I didn't contact him. I was sure he'd contact me at some point, I didn't want to get too crazy about it, too needy. I didn't want to piss them off.
On Tuesday he sent me a text, it came out of the blue and was pretty weird "What size shoe u take?" . I didn't get why he wanted to know that, maybe he wanted to make fun of my shoe size or something. Instantly I replied and hoped he'd text again but he didn't.
My flatmate called me to say he wouldn't be back until Friday. I was relieved. It was pretty weird to think of him and me being in the same room where I'd been on my knees sucking cock.
On Wednesday Ryan called me to say he'd be over about 5 and to make sure I was in. I left uni early to be there on time. I was home at 4.30, waiting for Ryan...
At 5.10 there was a knock on the door, it was Ryan. I noticed he had a bag in his hand as he came in.
"Alright bitch?"
I murmured a yes, it still sort of hurt when he said, "bitch".
He told me to strip, so I stripped in front of him down to my tight white briefs. Being half naked in front of him seemed more and more normal to me.
"Wear these," he pushed the bag into my chest. It was full of clothes. "If you want to be seen out with us you have to stop dressing like a fag."
I put my hand into the bag and the first thing I pulled out was a pair of addidas tracksuit pants. They were grey sweatpants style with three blue stripes down each leg. I was weirdly nervous and horny as I pulled them on. Next came a Barcelona football shirt, it was sort of sweaty as I pulled it on like it had been worn a couple of times and not washed.
"That's my little brother's shirt, you better look after it."
The feeling of the soft football shirt material felt a bit weird next to my skin, it was not a material I was used to wearing.
Next I put on white socks, which weren't to clean either and a battered pair of white addidas trainers with some green markings. Embarrasingly they had velcro straps instead of laces which I guessed were for chavs too thick to tie their own laces.
"Size 8 like you said, my old ones, I grew out of them."
Lastly there was a blue hoodie with a big white addidas logo covering the front. I put it on. I felt really weird wearing these clothes, horny too.
"Ha! You finally look normal. Come on let's go..."
I suddenly froze. How could I go out dressed like this? Like a chav? What if my neighbours saw me like this or even anyone. The people in my local shops etc. I couldn't go out like this. I was almost shaking...