(This is a fictional story. I'm sure skinheads are very nice people, and wouldn't dream of doing this sort of thing -- more's the pity!)
I was walking home from a rockabilly gig and noticed a gang of teenage skinheads hanging around a street corner. I was feeling kind of horny as there'd been some very cute rockabilly kids at the gig, but of course they were all unavailable. Or at least, if they were available, they weren't going to admit it in that setting, amongst their straight mates. I'd been standing behind one particularly fuckable rockabilly aged about 18, and had a raging hard-on all thru the gig, staring at his very lickable neck with a tattoo of a Rebel Flag and the legend `Rockabilly Rebel'. It was all I could do to stop myself pressing up against his tight little bubble butt, and taking a vampire-like bite out of his neck.
So in this sexed up state, I guess I looked at some of these attractive teenage skinheads a little too long. As I turned the corner, I heard footsteps behind, and realized the gang were following me. I quickened my pace, but my heart sank as I heard:
`Oi there, queerboy! Wotcha lookin' at?'
I had reached another corner which led into a dark cul-de-sac, when the gang caught up with me. A tall skinhead with close-cropped blond hair and the usual skinhead uniform of Union Jack teeshirt, tight faded jeans with red braces (suspenders) and Doc Martin boots jumped in front of me, blocking my path,. The rest of the gang of 12 young skinheads gathered round me. This spelt trouble, big time.
The skin in the Union Jack teeshirt groped his crotch, and I couldn't help glance down and see he had a huge bulge in his tight jeans.
Oi, we was speakin' to you, queerboy!,' he snarled, Fuckin' answer when you're spoken to. That's right, look at me fuckin' cock, you queer bastard! You're gonna get a real good look at it in a minute. Fancy a gang-bang, boyz?'
The others all started shouting obscenities, as they pushed me into the dark cul-de-sac towards some lock-up garages at the end. There was nothing I could do, I was hopelessly outnumbered, and anyway I was turned on by the idea of being gang-banged by this group of attractive young skinheads. I only hoped they left me alive and in one piece at the end of it, but if they didn't -- what a way to go!
Anyway there was nothing I could do, and they kicked open the door of one of the lock-ups, which they had obviously used before for a similar purpose. I was pushed roughly inside, and then they shut the door and turned the light on. I looked around, and the skinheads stood in a circle around me, all playing with their cocks thru their tight jeans. They were all aged between about 16 and 22. Some had their heads completely shaved, some had Mohican haircuts dyed various colors and shaved at the sides. They nearly all had tattoos, which I found a real turn on. They all wore the skinhead uniform of teeshirt or Ben Sherman short-sleeved shirt, tight jeans with braces/suspenders and Doc Martins. As they closed in, I couldn't help it -- the smell of clean young skinhead flesh was overwhelming. I wanted to be raped by all of them. At that moment, there was nothing I wanted more in the world.
They sensed what I was thinking, for one of them shouted out: Look at im, e's gaggin' for it! This fuckin' little rockabilly needs 12 fuckin' skin'ead cocks up is fuckin' arse to fuck the shit outta `im'.
Get on your fuckin' knees,' said the leader of the gang, the one wearing the Union Jack teeshirt. Now open your fuckin' mouf, and suck on this!'
I was pushed to my knees, and the skinhead unzipped his flies and took out his long, smooth, circumcized 10" prick. It was tattooed with the word SPUNK all down its length, and he saw me reading it.
`That's right, Spunk, skinhead spunk, that's what you're gonna be drinking tonight, rockabilly! Now open yer mouf and get a taste of skinhead cock!' said the gang leader.
I opened my mouth, and his huge tool was rammed into it. Now the smell of skinhead was even more overpowering, and I could taste it too. A fresh, clean, soapy smell and taste -- my mouth was full of skinhead cock, and meanwhile other skinheads were mauling me. One had my cock out and was playing with it, one had his tattooed bicep under my chin, and others were ripping my clothes off me as I sucked on the huge cock in my mouth.
He likes the flavor of my cock, look at him!' said the gang leader, spitting in my face. Like the taste of my pre-cum do ya, mate? Wait till you taste the real fing. But first I gotta have a piss, so I hope you're thirsty. I've just drunk 10 pints of beer, so have the rest of us. And know what, your rockabilly mouf is gonna be used as our fuckin' toilet! Start swallowing my piss, and if you spill any we'll beat you up!'
With that he started pissing in my mouth. I looked up into his eyes as I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of his never-ending stream of piss. All I saw was utter contempt, I was just his toilet, his urinal -- I was no longer a human being. He read my mind:
`That's right, mate, you're not a person, you're just my fuckin' urinal. Look, he can't get enough of my piss, he's gulping down the whole fuckin' lot! These rockabillies are thirsty buggers!' laughed the gang leader.
By now some of the other skinheads were pissing on me, but the gang leader stopped them.
`No, don't waste your piss like that -- make him drink the fuckin' lot. If you can't wait, piss into that bucket over there and we'll make him drink it.'
About 6 of the skinheads went and got a bucket and it was soon almost overflowing with their piss, because they'd been drinking beer all night. By now the gang leader had finished pissing at last, but as soon as he took his cock out of my mouth another skinhead cock was shoved in and I had to drink all his piss as well. In quick succession I drank 6 loads of skinhead piss straight from their cocks, and then I was sat in an old chair, with skinheads all around me, and the bucket overflowing with skinhead piss was brought to me. One skinhead was kneeling next to me wanking my cock as the others brought the bucket to my lips and slowly tipped it.
The skinhead wanking me said: `That's right, have a drink on us, mate. Recycled beer -- drink it all down while it's still warm. Come on, you've got to drink the whole fuckin' bucketful'.
By the time I'd drained the stinking contents of the bucket, my belly was bulging with skinhead piss, but they had hardly started on me.
`Now thank us for the drinks we have given you, and beg for our spunk,' said the gang leader.
`Thank you so much for letting me drink your piss, now please may I be allowed to drink your spunk,' I said.
We may do, some of it. But we may want to pump some up your pussy-boy arse,' said one of the gang. First of all you gotta show us some respect!'
That's right,' said the gang leader, See our tattoos -- you gotta lick them all and show you submit to white skinhead power!'
Nearly all the skinheads had tattoos on their biceps -- slogans like Skinheads Rule!, White Power and Rape Queers. There were also Union Jack tattoos, and National Front and BNP (British National Party) logos tattooed on their biceps. I was no racist, but I had to submit and lick all these symbols and slogans, even one tattoo which read: `Skinheads rule, rockabillies serve!' There were even a few swastika tattoos I had to lick. It was utter humiliation and domination, I was their slave, and there was nothing I could do about it. By the time I had licked all these skinhead biceps and tattoos, I was crazed with lust to be their sex slave. My tongue was furred with the clean taste of tattooed white skinhead flesh, and all I could taste and smell was skinhead, my belly was full of skinhead piss, and now I wanted to be filled both ends with skinhead spunk.
My wish came true. I was bent over a table in the garage, and one by one the skinheads gang-banged me. Six of them in turn fucked me up the arse, pumping their spunk deep into my bowels, whilst I was spit-roasted at the other end by the other six skinhead cocks pumping delicious skinhead spunk into my mouth. The gang leader was the last to fill my mouth with his pure skinhead milk, and his load really was something! It was thick and plentiful, and very sweet and creamy. After pumping six mouthfuls down my throat, he took his cum-feeding cock out of my mouth and they all zipped up and started to walk away. I was a gibbering wreck, like a baby screaming for its feeding bottle. I was crawling after them saying:
`Spunk, spunk...I want more skinhead spunk!'
They laughed at this, and all spat on me, then they came back, gathered round me, took out their cocks and all pissed on me till I was absolutely drenched.
Thank you, oh thank you so much' I heard myself saying. I was crazed with lust, I didn't know what I was saying. Please feed me more spunk, I want to be your slave. Spunk, skinhead spunk and piss!'
`Shall we keep him as our mascot? We can show him off to his rockabilly pals' said the gang leader. So that's what they did. They put a collar and chain around my neck, and padlocked me to a pipe on the wall of the lock-up. Evidently this was their headquarters -- they owned this garage. I've been here for two months now, chained to the pipe on the wall with just a chair to sit in, and a bucket to use as my toilet. All day long skinheads from their gang and others come in and feed me their piss and spunk, and rape me. I'm just a skinhead sex slave and toilet, and I love it. They've even tattooed on my forehead:
`Skinhead toilet and fuckbag.'
On my backside is tattoed: `Skinhead property -- all skinheads for the use of'
I know it's there, because they have taken photos of it, blown them up and put them on the garage walls.
True to their word, they brought some of my rockabilly pals round to watch as I was being fed skinhead piss and spunk, and fucked up the arse. I then had to watch as my mates underwent a similar fate. Then, oh what a treat, they forced me to suck off the young rockabilly I'd been standing behind at the gig. With my mouth still full of his sweet cum, they forced me to rape him. I shot pints up his cute bum as I gave him a huge love-bite right on his Rockabilly Rebel neck tattoo.He's now chained up with me, and we are allowed to fuck and suck each other whenever we want to, so long as we are always ready to service our skinhead masters. He loves it as much as I do. Says he doesn't miss his girlfriend one bit.
There is nothing better than being a skinhead toilet and fuckbag, it is the only thing I have ever wanted in life. I wonder who the next skinhead will be who will use my mouth, and what he will taste like? Yum yum, I can't wait! Feed me, please feed me skinhead spunk! What does your skinhead piss taste like, sir?