A bored teenager becomes a slave for a skinhead (chapter one)
By Skinhead slut.
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I had recently left school and was now in a dead end job, I was working at the local supermarket, how I wish I had paid attention and got better results, I might have been able to get a better job and get out of the crummy small town where I was born. Oh well, there is nothing I can do about it, it's my own fault I suppose. I continued stacking the shelves when I was pulled out of my daydream by a guy just up the aisle loading beer into his jacket, to me he looked very menacing as he had his hair shaved and wearing very tall boots with combat trousers tucked inside. He just glared at me did a 2 finger salute and walked out.
I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed, but I did nothing about it, I didn't really care that much. The following day I was in the same aisle stacking when he came back, he came over to me and smiled broadly, "Thanks for not alerting security" he whispered in my ear, "I'm going to nick some more beer." He went over to the shelves and started to load some more beer into his jacket, at that moment the deputy Manager came out of his office and was walking in this direction, I coughed loudly to alert the skinhead; he looked at me, smiled and left.
When I finished work he was outside at the bus stop where I caught my bus. "Thanks for today; I think I've found a friend in you, my names Adam what's yours?"
"Malcolm" I said and he shook my hand, at that moment the bus came along and we both got on. "You fancy a drink at my place; I seem to have a few beers." He said laughing.
"I should really get home, but yes please I would love a beer." Feeling somehow relaxed, but not sure why.
"Great, then we need to get off; we are going the wrong way for me." We got off the bus and crossed the road just as a bus was arriving in the opposite direction. We got to his stop in the next town and we went into his house. "Make yourself comfortable and I'll get a beer from the fridge." He came back quickly and gave me a beer. "I'm going to change as I'm going out later with some mates and these combat trousers won't do."
He came back wearing skin tight bleached jeans tucked inside gleaming black boots that came up to his knees, he was also wearing a tight Fred Perry shirt that completed the outfit. He sat down opposite me and stretched out his legs, I could not help staring at him, I could not understand the feelings I was having, true I had not ever had sex (except with my trusty right hand) but I thought that I was straight but I was getting a hard on just looking at this sexy hard looking man in front of me. I was so confused.
"Come here cunt I went over to him "turn around and put your hands behind your back" he put handcuffs on me and said "get on your knees cunt; you are going to lick my boots." I looked at him and he did not flinch and pointed to the floor. I looked down and got to my knees and started licking his boots. "You had better do a good job cunt" I licked all over and he raised his booted feet as I instinctively knew he wanted me to lick the soles.
He pulled me up and said "you did well for a first attempt cunt, you'll train up, I need a new cunt to train as my slave but first I need to change your image, long hair and baggy shorts will never do. He undid the handcuffs and stripped me, my dick rose to a full erection "I thought you were interested the first time I saw you, now get into the bathroom, time for a haircut." I still could not understand these feelings I was having, why was I letting this man dominate me and why was I doing exactly as I was told.
He guided me into the bathroom and but my hair with some clippers and then shaved the rest away, I was completely bald now, he stood me in the shower and applied hair removing cream to my entire body from the neck down. When it was showered off I was totally devoid of any hair, the only hair I had left was my eyebrows.
"That looks better cunt. I'll keep you like that" he said, he dried me off and we went back to the lounge where he told me to get back on the floor at his knees "this is where you will be when we are together, I don't care where we are indoors, in the pub or at the bus stop, your place is on the floor at my knees, do you understand cunt."
"Yes"
"Yes what?"
"Yes sir" I replied instinctively knowing that is what he wanted to hear.
"Good you're learning very quickly, I picked a good one for my bitch." He took me into the bedroom and got some clothes from the dresser "put these on they should fit you, what size are you for boots" I told him and he reached into the cupboard and pulled out a pair of brown boots identical to his. I pulled up the jeans they were bleached like his, except the one I was wearing had a zipper round the arse, they were incredibly tight and hard to pull up, I put on the Fred Perry shirt and he showed me how to lace up the boots. I looked in the full length mirror and gasped at the sight, I saw a skinhead staring back at me. "You look fucking good cunt" I turned around and he pulled his jeans down "now you need to start learning how to suck a man's dick.
I was a bit hesitant and he could tell "get down here and suck this dick" he demanded pointing to his rather long and fat dick. I leaned forward and kissed the head "now open your mouth and start sucking cunt" I moved down slowly and licked his long fat dick, after a while I took the head in my mouth "watch your teeth, I don't want to have to slap you" I continued to suck his dick, I soon realised that I did not mind what I was doing and started to get into sucking, he was leaking pre cum and I was enjoying the taste "yes that's nice cunt, your learning quickly, now start to go down all the way I want my entire dick in your mouth, when you start to gag just swallow. I did as I was told and soon enough I had all 10 inches of his fat dick in my mouth. "What a good cunt you are, you do learn quickly." All of a sudden he froze and started cumming in my mouth and throat; I swallowed all his jism without even thinking. "Have you done that before cunt" he asked.
"No sir I haven't but I did enjoy it, I don't understand why though, I always thought I was straight, now here I have just sucked my first dick and swallowed cum, let alone worshiped your boots."
The skinhead leant over and kissed me passionately on the mouth pushing his tongue in and parting my lips. "You don't have to understand cunt, just go with the flow, the next lesson is to get my long fat dick in that pussy arse of yours, but now we are going out, I want you to meet my mates. Remember your place at my feet." He went into the bedroom and came out with a collar, a metal one that was quite large and went round my neck; he got a padlock and clicked it shut. "Now everyone will know what you are." We left his house and walked down the road, people just stared at us and some even crossed the road to avoid us, one guy stopped and shouted "What a fucking pair of poofters" the skinhead just stopped and walked up to him and said "so what if we are, what are you going to do about it?"
"Oh nothing, sorry" and shuffled away. I felt proud to be with him and smiled broadly as he looked at me. "Stick with me cunt" he said and winked. We got to the pub and I remembered what he had told me and sat on the floor and rubbed his boots with my hands. He got our pints and then his mates arrived.
"This is my new slave his name is Malcolm AKA cunt." They introduced themselves and then ignored me totally and talked with each other ignoring me, I was still rubbing Sirs boots with my hands when I felt his hand on my head, for some reason I knew just what he wanted and I got on the floor and started to lick and worship his boots. As we were at the back of the bar, Sir pulled me up by the collar to his crotch, he opened his fly and took out his dick and pushed it in my mouth. He said to me that it was time for lesson number two, I didn't know what he meant but I soon found out, he began pissing in my mouth I was a little shocked but like everything else I had done today it didn't seem so bad so I accepted it and drunk my masters piss with gusto. He put himself away and leant down to my level, "well done, I'm proud of my cunt" he kissed me on the lips so he could taste his own piss.
Closing time came and he decided that we were going home and not to a club like his mates, I suspected that he wanted to get into my arse and start training me to take his big dick. We were walking home when he decided that he needed another piss, so he pushed me into a doorway and took out his dick; I swallowed without question but did not suck and waited for the piss to come. He pissed in my mouth and I moaned as I was starting to enjoy the taste of his piss. I drank all he gave me and I wasted none of it. He pulled me up to his mouth and we kissed very passionately. He then attached a lead to my collar and pulled me along home.