Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2012 07:51:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Josh C <josh19eightynine@yahoo.com>
Subject: Emo Becomes Chav Slave - Chapter 3

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Emo Becomes Chav Slave

Chapter Three

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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...


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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?