Date: Wed, 9 May 2012 15:06:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Josh C <josh19eightynine@yahoo.com>
Subject: Emo Becomes Chav Slave - Chapter Six

If you like my story and are interested in the chav thing or what to chat
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Emo Becomes Chav Slave


Chapter Six


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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...