Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2012 14:09:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Josh C <josh19eightynine@yahoo.com>
Subject: Emo Becomes Chav Slave - Chapter 2

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

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Emo Becomes Chav Slave

Chapter 2

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

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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...