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Rebellion Leathers (I think).

When who or whatever emerges from the processing will no longer be an individual or be able to think for themselves. They will be bonded to the leathers, the boots and gloves. They will be taken to have a helmet fitted, which will never ever be removed.

#boots #bike leathers

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Hot as F*** Skinhead Story. That speaks for so many who'd like to be a skinhead

Skin or not Skin

Jake remembered exactly the first day he got off on Skinheads. The day when Skins started to infiltrate his brain. He was walking down the High Street when he saw in front of him 3 Skinheads from the rear. Two were in tight bleachers which seemed moulded to their arses, the other was in camos. All had high boots with either red or white laces, the boots were highly polished. All wore Alpha bomber jackets. The taller was clearly powerfully built  and his green jacket had the sleeves pushed up to show off all his tattoos and Jake could see the spider web tattoo all the way across his neck. The other two guys were smaller, the chubbier one’s arse really filled out his bleachers he wore a black alpha bomber and the third guy wore green to go with his camos. They walked together in a threatening way and Jake could see people turning round to stare. He heard the tall one shout out

‘What the fuck are you looking at. Never seen a Skin before. Quit the looking or I’ll punch the living daylight out of ya.’

‘Who the fuck’ he turned to his friend. ‘We’re skins we own this fucking place. I take no fucking prisoners.’

Jake’s cock was rigid, he looked down at his trackies and Christ it was making a huge bulge. He quickly wrapped his jacket over his trackies to conceal it but he felt so horny looking at these powerful gays with their shaved heads. They oozed power and aggression. He was under their spell.

They walked off in a different direction but as soon as Jake got inside his flat he had his cock down his trackies, still rigid and now a large wet patch of precum showing. He flipped his cock out and leant back against the wall with his eyes closed  dreaming of especially the tall guy imagining what he looked like from the front, imagining that if his bleachers were tight on his arse then he would be showing a huge bulge inching its way down his leg. He wanted to be at the guy’s mercy on his knees ready to take the cock all the way down his throat. He wanted to feel part of the Skin. Jake’s decent sized prick was almost vertical it was so hard as he started to run his hand up and down the shaft his cock head glistening with precum. The more he rubbed he more he could almost feel himself under full control of the Skin, being a full sub to his top. He could see the full picture of the Skin and his mind was in overdrive as his wanking brought him to  ejaculate. He threw his body outwards, shouting ‘fuck me Skin let me be your slave.’ His spunk lashed out, the biggest wank and most cum he had had in ages. He was hooked.

Jake could not get the ideas of Skinheads out of his mind and he started trawling the internet for photos. Once he got on to Tumblr, there were photos everywhere, not just normal pics but Skins fucking and sucking each other. Jake had never wanked as much in his life. The more he looked at these sites he suddenly one day decided he needed to have some of his own gear that he could wear around the flat. Nobody need know but at least he could feel more like a Skin. He went on to eBay to see what he might get and sure enough he bought the long white socks, the Lonsdale T shirt and red braces. He went on to the Doc Martens web site and found the high boots with red laces. Under bomber jackets he found the green Alpha jacket just like the tall skin who even though he had not seen the guys face was becoming his idol. Finally there was a bleachers site and he looked to see what was available. He hardly needed to decide it had to be ones with the rear zip. He was impatient to have them all and each day hoped the postman would deliver the clothes he craved for. They duly arrived and he was ready to wear for the first time but he also purchased two other items to complete his pleasure.

Jake laid all his new clothes out and stood back to admire. It was all Skin gear and he could wear the things that Skins wore and feel like one of them even if he wasn’t. It wasn’t as easy as he thought to put it all on especially lacing up the boots but before he managed to step into his bleachers his cock was so hard and pulsating with pleasure. Just like his hero they were so tight at the arse but his thick cock was stuffed down his right leg making a bulge that he never knew he had. There was the beginning of a precum stain showing. He put on the T shirt and then attached the braces to the jeans. At first he pulled them up but then remembered his idol let them hang down and so he did the same. He put on the green alpha bomber last and stood with his legs apart staring at his new look in the mirror. OK so he still had his head of dark wavy hair but he looked like a God, almost a Skin. So he could act out the part he took his new piece of clothing out. A full rubber hood with eye slits and another for his mouth. He pulled it down tight and it was pressed tight against his whole face all the way down to the base of his neck. He then looked at himself. Now he no longer looked like Jake but like a Skin. He let his arms swing wide and staring into the mirror he shouted

‘I’m a fucking Skin mate, I’ll fucking kill you. You want a fuck well I’m a skin fucker. I take no shit.’

His cock was bursting as he felt himself become a skin but he needed the one final thing. From his bed he took up the 9” black rubber dildo and let a few gobs of spit roll over the shaft. Easing the rear zip down he let himself go into the squat position and pushed the dildo up the crack of his arse. Watching his reflection he carried out shouting ‘I wanna be fucked by a skin. Skin to fucking skin. A good sized dick up my arse. Only a skin dick.’

He could feel the dildo moving up inside him until it was all the way up to the hilt. He felt as if his idol was inside him. His skin idol fucking the living daylights of him and he also a skin.

Using one hand to push and pull at the dildo he undid his front zip and yanked out his boner, taking it firmly in his other hand.

‘That’s it mate fuck me you skin and let me cum.’

 The more he rammed the dildo in and out of his arse the more his hand gripped his shaft. He was hardly needing to wank such was his excitement at seeing himself almost a skin and with a black rubber dildo all the way up him.

‘Fuck me you fucking skin, take me, spunk all the way up me man.’

And with that he came his cum spraying across the mirror, running in thick globs down, white and thickly creamy.

That night Jake slept in his full skin gear feeling encased being a skin. He woke up every now and then to press his hand on his seemingly constant erect cock. He had never felt like this.

He had hoped to rush home from work the next day to get back into his gear but had to meet friends after work for a drink His mates asked him if he was Ok as he seemed on edge but it was only because he wanted to stand in front of the mirror and shout abuse at himself.

As he left the pub he suddenly caught sight of his Idol, again the rear view only. He was on his own and looked as if he was on a mission. This time Jake thought he did not want to let him out of his view so quietly managed to follow him. He went down the edge of the old railway sidings making it difficult for Jake to hide but he managed to keep on the other side of the old railway carriages. The Idol walked into the darkened tunnel and stood at the far end leaning against the wall. Jake could now see what he looked like and it was even better than he imagined with the shaved head, the cobweb tattoo and a scar on one of his cheeks. He had obviously been in many fights and his nose looked like a boxer’s having been broken several times. But to Jake he was all man and good looking. As Jake stared at him  his cock was hard and he started stroking the trousers as his breathing increased. Suddenly he was aware of a noise on the other side of the carriages. Crouching he looked under the wheels and saw a pair of high Doc Martens with white laces moving towards the tunnel. The guy stopped at the tunnel opening. The Idol turned round to see who was approaching and put his hand to his crotch stroking the full length of his shaft and arching his back out so they could see the full thick outline. The new Skin stopped and also stroked his bleachers. He was a muscle guy with just bleachers and vest and Jake could see the tattoos all down both arms. The Idol unzipped his flies and brought out his cock. Christ it looked huge and was glistening in the night light. He then took his hand and started massaging the shaft. The other Skin started walking down the tunnel until he was facing the Idol who put one  arm out grabbing the guys hand and placing it firmly on his cock, his other arm going round the Skin’s neck and pulling him in to tongue him. Jake thought he would cum without any wanking he was so excited.

Suddenly the Idol moved his arms and spun the Skin round so he was flattened against the wall of the tunnel. The guy put up his arms and moved his arse out into the Idol’s crotch

The Idol pulled down the rear zip of the guy’s bleachers and poked two finger into his crack, moving them around to widen the hole. Taking the finger out he let spit drop onto his prick and rubbed it gently up and down the shaft so his spit covered the full length of his tool. Placing one arm on the guys shoulder he used the other to guide his dick into the crack and slowly Jake could see him shoving it up the full length. The skins mouth opened in pain as he could feel the thick diameter force its  way up. But he clearly loved it as he pushed his arse outwards so he could feel the Idol’s pubes rub against his bum. With his cock fully up, the Idol put both arms on the shoulders of the skin and started to push and pull sliding his cock almost the whole way out and then ramming it back in with greater force. The more he pushed the more the Skin shoved his arse backwards. The idol gripped hard the shoulder blades as his pleasure increased. Jake could make out that he was nearing his orgasm. Jakes cock was so hard it was painful and though he put his hand into trousers  it was caught inside so he had to rub the denim. As the Idol shot his load so Jakes own cock exploded down inside some of the cum oozing out through the fabric the rest forming a long drip line. Jake was breathless. This was like a dream come true the only drawback was that it was not him with the Idol. The two skins zipped up and giving one another a good tonguing, went their separate ways. It was only raw sex they wanted and both had been satisfied.

For Jake this was almost a dream come true, seeing the Idol ‘s large prick and then seeing it ramming the other Skin. He hardly slept working out his next move but he knew what had to be done.

The next evening when it was dark he put on all his Skin gear apart from the mask and slipped out of his apartment with a long coat covering most of his gear up in case someone saw him. He drove down near the tunnel and parked up then got out to hide in the bushes. His heart was racing. Would the skin return looking for more sex. The mere possibility had his cock hard the bulge straining against his bleachers. He heard a noise and sure enough his idol walked past and into the tunnel loitering at the end where there was a glow of light.

Jake was terrified but he so wanted to have the Skins cock. He put on the rubber hood pulling it tightly down over his head and neck. No one would know he was not a skin as the hood was so tight. He moved out of the bushes and started to walk towards the tunnel, making sure he walked with a swagger just like a Skin his arms slightly out as though he might be ready for a fight.

The Skin saw him at the end of the tunnel and stubbed out the ciggie from his mouth to let his hand come down and stroke his bulge. In the dim light Jake could make out the long hard bulge. Jake let one of his hands rub his own dick in the hope the Skin could see that he was also well hung. Jake felt like a skin about to have a session with another real Skin.

Trying not to breathe too heavily he approached the skin and stood in front saying nothing but waiting.

‘Luv your fucking hood mate .It’s making me feel right horny. I’ve a boner and a half here and need a good blow job so quit the looking, get down in front of me mate.. I want to see you unzip me and get yer hand inside my sweaty crotch and pull me out. You’ll like what you see. I want you to take the full length.

Jake did as told and got down on his knees and put his hands up to unzip the bleachers. He opened the button so he could get his hand inside and pushed his hand down past the hairy balls. Shit it felt as if he had to put his hand all the way down the guys leg to pull it out.

‘Don’t yank at it mate it’s me fucking prick.’

As Jake pulled it out so he could see the large head glistening with precum. He lowered the bleachers more so he could also get the balls out, and they were well hung.

‘Glad you like the balls as well mate as you can pull them while you suck me off. Luv me balls being pulled. Now get some of yer spit onto me dick before you suck.’

Jake let a big gob of spit emerge through the slit in his hood. And putting one hand around the guys balls he took hold of the shaft with his other hand and moved it to his mouth. The Skin could see the cock head sliding past the rubber slit as it entered Jake’s mouth

‘I fucking love the hood mate. Luv seeing my dick going through the rubber.’

 At first Jake thought he might gag but all he wanted was to have the full shaft slide down the back of his throat. As he grasped the Skin’s bleachers so the Skin let his hands slide over the hood.

‘Fucking love your rubber mate makes me even hornier. Almost as good as a fuck. Love me hands on the rubber pushing my dick further and further into yer throat. Shit man you love cock the way you’re gobbling me. Now pull on me balls, yank them down let me feel some pain.’

Jake grabbed the balls even tighter and pulled hard.

‘Fucking hell that’s sore mate but feels fucking great. Now suck.’

As Jake pulled so the Skin holding Jakes rubber clad head pushed his head in and out towards his pubes. Jake’s mouth was so full of cock. This was real.

‘Shit man I’m gonna come so get ready to take all me spunk and swallow it so you feel me going all the way down into you. I luv yer fucking rubber.’

And with that the Skin exploded his cum into Jake’s throat, so much cum that it started to ooze out the rubber slit and down the  front.

‘Shit man what a fucking blow job, yeah man.’

Once he had come he pushed Jake’s head back and took his hand to wipe any left over cum off his dick before stuffing it back into his bleachers.

‘I need to see what you look like mate, you’re something else.’

As we went to put his hands on the hood Jake said

‘No man leave it as is you liked the hood so let’s leave it at that.’

‘Did you not hear me? I said I want to see what you look like. Do as I say or Ill fucking knock  you.’

The Skin leant over Jake who was by now terrified and slowly grabbing the base of the neck the Skin pulled the mask up and over Jakes head.

Jake could not move. The Skin stared hard at him.

‘You’re not a fucking skin. All that clothing is just a joke. That fucking mass nof hair. You’re fucking pretending. Nobody but a Skin has sex with me. I fucking hate someone like you who thinks he is  skin. It’s not just fucking clothes. It’s a way of life. You slimy little bastard.’

‘I’m sorry but I love skin clothing and I’ve seen you around and so wanted sex with you.’

‘I could fucking kill you trying it on with me and having me cum like this. Don’t think you are getting away with this so stand up, NOW.’

Jake was almost paralysed with fear and did as told. The Skin put Jake into a stranglehold, tightening his grip around the throat.

‘I’m sorry, I really am.’ Jake blurted out. ‘I just wanted to be like you.’

‘You don’t fucking piss with me mate. Fucking little bastard. I’ll teach you. I could fucking well strangle you now.’

Jake felt his breath was being squeezed out of him, was becoming more and more dizzy, the pain increasing as he tried to breathe. Suddenly it was too much and he passed out.

Little by little Jake could feel his eyesight returning. He was not dead. He was not standing and he could hardly move his head. He realized he was on his knees but his neck felt cold and it was as though his neck was in a brace. He had no idea where he was . It suddenly dawned on him that he was in a cage and his head was jammed into a hole in the cage but not just that as he brought his hands up to his neck he could feel a steel collar around his neck. As he managed to look in front him, unable to fully raise his head he saw a pair of bleachers in white laced Doc martens in front of him. The Skin was on a stool facing him.

‘Wondered when you’d fucking well come round. So how do you feel. You’re mine now and it’s up to me what to do with you. Only I can let you out. I see you pissed yerself when I choked you but at last it’s drying out. Anyway bleachers are best if they’ve got dried piss down them. Skins like their boots nice and shiy so you can start licking mine.’

The Skin put one of his boots up into Jake’s face.

‘Now let me see a few good gobs on them before you lick.’

Jake cleared his mouth and spat several times onto the boot.

‘Now let me see you fucking lick. Start with the sole until I tell you to do the caps.’

Jake could feel the dirt and mud from the boots come up into his mouth. He wanted to gag but knew he would be punished so he swallowed and got on while the Skin stared at him.

‘That’s right mate now get on with the cap.. Let me see your tongue go all over.. Stick your fucking tongue the whole way out so I can see.’

Jake extended his tongue and licked over the surface. Being in the cage and at the Skin’s total mercy, licking boots made his heart race and he could feel his cock inching down his bleachers.

‘Good boy, now lick me other boot but let me cover it with some of my spit so I can see you taking in all my gob.’

The Skin spat hard on the boots, thick slimy spit.

‘Bet you love me gob eh mate? That’s right really lick, let’s see whose spit is best.’

Jake wanted to swallow the Skin’s spit as though he was devouring the person and making him part of him. Jake let his tongue linger on the spit and slurped it on the toe.

‘Lovely stuff mate. You see you’re mine. So you thought you could get away being a skin with that fucking hair of yours did you. No Skin has any hair we shave every other day and make it nice a shiny. That way you know not to mess with us. We are hard men and that ain’t just our cocks. So you know what is coming next. That hair of yours is going and soon you can see it all piled up on the floor.’

The Skin got out a barber’s electric razor and started working it over Jakes head. Jake wanted to shout out to stop but he wanted his hair gone and the more hair that was shaved off the more aroused Jake became.

‘Bet you’ve got a fucking boner with all this mate. Once I’ve finished with the electric razor I need to take the hand razor to get it all off so will put some shaving foam over your head. It’s all coming off a fucking treat mate. Gone all that fuzz of yours.’

Once the skin had used the razor he took a wet towel and removed all the remaining foam off to reveal  a nice shiny bald head.

‘OK mate you keep the steel collar on but I’m letting you out the cage so you can stand up. No funny stuff about escaping cause I fucking punch the living daylights out of you.’

The gate was released and Jake crawled out slowly standing up to his full height in front of the Skin.

‘Now let me see you proper. He took his large hand and slapped it over Jake’s face a couple of times.

‘A few bruises makes you look the real stuff boy.’

‘Shit man you sure look a fucking good skin. You looked a right pussy boy before but now scalped you look fucking great. And what did I say?’

With that the Skin took his hand and grabbed hold of the outline of Jakes stiff cock straining at his bleachers.

‘I said you had a boner and not a bad one at that. I like me skins with big dicks and you pass the test. Turn round.

Jake did as told and then felt the skins hands moving across his arse.

‘Those bleachers of yours sure give your bum a nice tight shape. I love a solid arse and you know what your arse is for eh boy.’

‘Yes sir to be fucked,’

‘Too fucking right. What with that arse of yours and yer erect pole I fucking wanting to shag you and get my dick all the way up that arse of yours. So bend over the cage but first get that cock of your out and lemme see. Jake stuffed his hand down his trousers leg and pulled out his dick.

‘Let me get my hand around that boy. A good thick one you’ve got there. Might need to feel that up me at some stage but for now you are mine.’

Jake almost shivered as he felt his cock being squeezed by the skin and feeling his beery breath on his face.

‘So you’ve seen mine but have another look now before I get it up you.’

He pulled out his cock, and he was clearly feeling so horny it was almost vertical.

‘I’ll need to push this one down boy to get it up you as you’re making me feel right horny. So before you bend over bend down and let some of your spit on my dick. That way it’ll go up easier for you.’

Jake let two big gobs on to the thick shaft and bent over, the Skin unzipping the rear of the bleachers.

I always fuck a guy in gear. Naked ain’t the same. I like my guys in full skin.’

The Skin got down behind Jake and put his face up against Jake’s arse using his tongue to lick and with his hands he could spread Jake’s cheeks wide to let his tongue get up the first part.

‘Lovely soft arse you’ve got there. No taste of shit. Now get ready to take this. Spread your legs and you’ll find it easier to take my thick tool Jut that arse out as well.’

Jake was almost gagging to be fucked by the Skin. This is what he had wanted since the first day he saw the guy. As he stuck his arse out so he felt the skins head burst through the opening. For someone who was so aggressive in his way of life he was gently taking Jake knowing that his tool would hurt unless Jake was ready  receive it.

‘Like that boy?’

‘Its fucking great. A right monster you have there’

‘I like your use of the word “Fuck” boy as we skins use it all the time. Shows we mean business.’

‘Then fucking fuck me sir.’

‘Don’t worry once I get this up to the hilt in your arse don’t expect me to be gentle. Now that’s it in really push yourself up against me then you have all of me inside you. Shit man you’ve been fucked a few times before. That arse of yours has had a few cocks up them.’

‘Yeah but none like your cock.’

The Skin put his arms round Jakes thighs.

Now stand up so you can press your body against me.

As Jake stood up so the Ski put his arms around Jake holding him tight and then kissed his neck.

‘Shit man I want you and not just tonight. Seeing that neck of yours has decided me that tomorrow you’ll have a good tat put across the back. I wanna see “Skinhead” and in big letters and then on your shoulder you’ll have my name showing all the lads you belong to me. Now let me get my hand onto that cock of yours and we can both orgasm at the same time. You’d like that eh?’

 Jake gulped as the Skin rammed his cock in and out as he let his body go from tight against the Skin and moving it slightly out until the thick head was almost ready to pop out but he knew exactly when to stop and then force himself back against the Skin.

‘Fuck, wank me man let me cum in your hand. I wanna have your hand covered in my spunk. Go on fuck me man, fuck me hard’, Jake shouted.

‘Take my fucking dick, feel me deep inside you sliding that massive shaft of mine up and down that juicy arse of yours. I can feel that dick of yours pulsating ready to erupt.’

‘Just fuck me, cum all the way inside me and get the spunk all the way up me.’

‘You’re about to get it  I’m ready man. So you too man spunk away.’

‘I’m a fucking skin being fucked by a fucking great skin. Its fucking brill man that’s it fuck me unload that spunk now.’

And with one final push the Skin shot his load deep inside Jake’s arse and the Skins hand was covered with thick creamy spunk.

They sank back over the cage exhausted

‘That’s the fucking best shag I have ever had.’ Jake shouted.

‘You won’t get better than me.’

‘Here’s a towel, wipe yourself off and get that prick of yours back in your bleachers. I’ll zip up your rear. You’ll soon have a nice damp patch of my cum oozing out that crack of yours and everyone will know who done it. I’m taking you to the skin club to meet the lads but you keep that collar on for now. I want them all to know that you are mine and I ain’t sharing you out. They’ll all want a bit of that cock so get ready to be touched up but its only me that gets to use your arse.’

‘I don’t want anyone else. I am yours and only yours and I am a skin at last. No longer a dream thanks to you and the real thing. A skin and your skin.’

#conversion #bleachers #ranger boots #skinhead

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Is there anything else so visually powerful than a pair of 20/30 hole ranger/Grinder style boots?

Just looking at this you can practically inhale the masculine strength, power, absolute authority, and domination.

#ranger boots #boots #skinhead

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Hot Chav/Scall TF story

Chav TF Ryan

After shopping for a birthday present at the mall, you stop by the food court for something to eat. You grab a burger and fries from Maccies and sit down at a table, idly people watching over your meal deal. You notice a chavvy lad sitting a few tables away and you think he looks kinda hot. Nylon trackies, puffa jacket, Nike Tn sneakers, close cropped haircut and an attitude to match.

He pulls out a vape pen and you watch as he takes a couple of hits. He doesn’t care that he is sitting right in front of a sign proclaiming “Smoking or vaping is prohibited in the mall”. A couple of other chavvy lads wander over with food and sit down while they eat. They share some hits off his vape, before wandering into the mall leaving him alone again.

A food court employee stops at your table and asks if you’re done with your tray. You realise you’ve been sat here for about 20 minutes mesmerised by this hot lad and his mates. Sighing, you push the tray to them, but as you pick up your bag you make eye contact with the chavvy lad who stands up and walks towards you.

Smirking he says “Sup bruv? I seen you staring at me init. You wanting a hit on me vape or summat?”

Slightly panicking you reply “Um, I dunno mate. I wasn’t staring at you. I was just people watching, you know like you do? I didn’t mean anything by it. Um, sorry if it seemed like I was staring. I don’t want any trouble.”

“Oh bruv. Fucking come off it. You was staring at me and us mates. You think we look hot and you’d love to be like one of us init. I don’t fuckin blame ya bruv. Go on then. Have a hit off me vape and see what it’s like.” With a menacing grin he offers you his vape pen.

You laugh nervously, not sure if this lad is just messing with you or if you’re about to get a punch in the face. Maybe if you take a hit off his vape he will leave you alone and you can get out of the mall without any further drama. You’ve never vaped before but it won’t hurt to do it just once so you say “Um okay, if it makes you happy”, accept the vape pen and take a hit.

“Go on then, let's get ya started on becoming a proper scally chav lad like me. You'll love the feeling, I promise ya.” As you take a hit from the vape, he watches with anticipation as the transformation process begins to take hold of your body. “Yeah, that's right, let it do its thing. You're gonna feel so much better once it's all done. Just relax and let it happen.”

“Yesss, that's it. Just take a nice long drag and let the sweet, thick vapour fill up your lungs. That's it, bruv. Take it all in. Now, just wait a few seconds...and there it is. Can you feel it? That rush of excitement and pleasure coursing through your body? That's the transformation beginning bruv.”

You do feel a rush as the vapour hits you. Uncontrollably you take several more hits before you start to feel a bit dizzy and disorientated. Your body feels tingly all over and you have to sit down because you feel like you are going to pass out.

“It’s all good bruv. You’ll feel alright in a few. It’s the physical transformation making you feel a bit out of it. You’re gonna love how you turn out. Take some more hits on the vape and you’ll feel all better. I can see the difference in you already. Feel those abs coming through? You’re gonna have a tight six pack init!”

You feel your abdomen tightening and new muscle definition developing in your arms. You take more hits on the vape pen and now your head starts to tingle. You touch your head and your nice preppy haircut is now short on top with tightly shaved sides. It feels strange at first but you take another hit off the vape pen and it feels like it’s always been this way. Almost like you’re losing your old self.

Your new chav mate is clearly enjoying the transformation taking place and he eyes you up and down approvingly. “Looking a lot sharper now init. You feeling the scally vibe yet bruv? Keep puffing on that vape and you soon will. I’m Connor by the way. And I think we’ll call you Ryan. You seem like a Ryan. How’s that sound?”

“But my name is Jas …..” you tail off. You realise you don’t can’t say your name anymore. You don’t really know that person anymore. You think you used to go to college, but college is for clever cunts init. You take a couple more hits. Yeah Connor is right. Your name is Ryan. College? What the fuck was that all about?

Connor was right about the dizziness passing. Now you feel a lot better. You feel more like yourself. Now you are hitting the vape without even thinking about it and the transformation continues. You feel a burning sensation along your arm and hand as a sleeve tattoo starts to develop, followed by two sharp pricks as diamond studs pierce your earlobes.

“Well Ryan. How’s you feelin now bruv? You’s lookin’ sick bruv, but we gotta get you some sharp drip init cos’ you look like a fuckin’ div in your Primark shit. Lemme text a couple of bros who boost gear from Foot Locker and JD. See what they can get for yer.” He sends a text message and gets a text back almost immediately. “Okay bruv, get over to the bogs and wait in the second cubicle.”

You do as he tells you and wait in the second cubicle for about 15 minutes when you hear Connor talking to another lad. “Yo Ryan bruv. Incoming.” A backpack comes over the top of the cubicle and Connor looks over the partition with a big grin on his face. “Yo bruv. Me mate Jayden boosted you some drip. Get changed and we can get the fuck out.”

You open the backpack and take out the clothes. A pair of Nike Tn sneakers, nylon Nike trackies and a puffa jacket. As Connor watches over the partition, you strip down to your underwear and eagerly dress in your new gear. Connor grins as he watches you struggle to put on the sneakers, giving you pointers on how to tie them just right and make sure they're displayed properly.

You leave the cubicle and look in the mirror. It’s the fist time you’ve seen Ryan and you look fucking mint. You grin at Connor as you stuff your old clothes in the rubbish bin. "Damn, you look proper fit, mate. Not bad for a newbie! And those fresh tatts and piercings... they look wicked on you."

Connor eyes the ink on your skin and the studs in your ears, admiring how they complement your new look. He can't resist the urge to touch and play with your piercings, teasing you with a sly grin. "So, now that you're a proper scally chav lad, what wanna do? You wanna go cause some trouble? Maybe even get kinky with me? You ever sniffed a pair of scally sneakers?"

"I'm always up for a bit of fun, especially with a fit chav lad like you. Let's go show everyone how much of a scally lad you are." Connor leads you outside and down an alleyway, where you are met by his chav mates who are all smoking weed and drinking. They all tease you and comment on how good-looking you are in your new gear. "Oi oi! Look at this fit bloke now, one of us bruv!"

Connor wraps his arm around your shoulder possessively, pulling you close as you walk down the road. The smell of weed and alcohol fills your nose, and you feel a rush of excitement as the group heads towards the nearby park. "We're gonna hang out here for a bit, mate. Show you how we do things around here. You wanna hit this blunt?"

Connor passes you the joint, you take a hit inhaling the smoke deeply and coughing hard. You can feel the buzz starting to kick in as you pass the joint back to Connor. The group starts laughing and joking around, being loud and disruptive. You feel a sense of belonging, like you're part of something special.

As the night gets darker, the group splits up, and Connor takes you to a secluded spot behind some buildings, where it's quiet and no one can see you. He leans in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers into it. "You're such a fit chav lad, man. I wanna see how kinky you can get. Wanna sniff each other's sneaks and socks?"

Connor takes off his Nike tn sneakers, revealing his sweaty socks inside. He hands them to you, watching expectantly as you take a deep breath in, inhaling the musky scent. He groans with pleasure as he takes a sniff of your socks as well. "Mmm, you've got a fuckin’ hot chav scent bruv. Proper gets me hard."

Connor gets closer to you, his breath hot on your neck. He starts to nibble on your earlobe, his hand reaching down to grab your crotch. "You want me, don't you? You want to be my kinky little chav lad, always ready for some fun?" He kisses your neck, before whispering again. "I want to take you back to my place, show you what real scally lads do for fun."

Connor's hand tightens on your crotch, his eyes full of lust as he waits for your response.

"Fuck yeah, mate! Let's go!" Connor pulls you close, placing his hand on the small of your back as he leads you through the dark alleyways towards his flat. Every step makes you feel more and more excited, wondering what kind of kinky fun he has in store for you.

Once you arrive at his place, Connor doesn't waste any time. He pushes you up against the wall, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. You can feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh as he grinds up against you.

"Here, grab these," he says, tossing you a pair of his socks. "I want you to sniff them while we fuck." You eagerly obey, inhaling the pungent scent while Connor strips off his clothes. As he reveals his muscly, tattooed body to you, you can't help but feel your own cock getting harder by the second. Connor takes notice, smirking as he pulls you onto the bed with him.

"You're a fuckin’ sexy chav lad now. You know that?" he says, running his hands over your body. "I want to make you mine tonight." Connor starts to kiss and lick his way down your body, pausing at your crotch. He pulls down your trackies and starts to suck your cock, his tongue flicking over the head while he moans with pleasure.

"Mmm, that's it, mate. Let me taste that chav lad dick." You can't take it anymore, and you climax hard in his mouth. He swallows every drop, before pulling you up to kiss you. You can taste your own cum on his tongue, and it sends shivers down your spine.

"Now it's my turn," Connor says, rolling onto his back and spreading his legs. "Rim my arsehole and make me moan like a proper scally lad." You eagerly dive between his thighs, burying your face in his musky crack. You start to lick and suck, driving him wild with pleasure. He moans and groans, thrusting his hips up to meet your mouth.

"Yes, mate! That's it! Rim me good, make me your dirty little chav bitch!" Finally, you can't take it anymore. You climb up on top of him, spitting on your cock before sliding it into his quivering hole. You both start to thrust, holding his socks to your face and breathing his scally scent. Connor holds one of your Tn’s tight to his face with one hand, jerking his cock with the other.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Connor's voice grows louder and more urgent as he nears his own climax. "Give it to me, mate! Fill me up with your hot cum!" With one final thrust, you both let out a loud groan as you orgasm together. You collapse in a sweaty heap, panting and exhausted but completely satisfied. Connor rolls over and pulls you close, draping his arm over your chest.

"That was so fuckin’ hot bruv," he says, nuzzling your neck. "You're definitely a proper chav lad now." You can't help but smile, feeling more alive than you have in years. As you drift off to sleep, you can't help but wonder what kind of kinky scally adventures Connor has in store for you next.

#chav lads #scallies #scally #trackies #niketn #gay fiction

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Need a pair of these, but the laces need changing.

#ranger boots #boots #skinheads

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Needed more than ever

How to become a skinhead

1. Get your head shaved / hair buzzed (obviously). Keep it that way.

2. Get some big boots

3. Get the rest of the gear and learn how to wear it properly. Every time you go out..

4. Get a proper job - not driving a desk

5. Start smoking. Don’t do drugs.

6. Drink beer – a lot.

7. Get some ink. Don’t hide it.

8. Start listening to Oi! and R.A.C.

9. Stop caring what other people think about you – apart from other skinheads.

10. Say what you think and don’t care if it offends people.

11. Start doing what you want, not what other people want you to do.

12. Get some good skinhead mates and have a fucking great time.

13. Get a weapon if you can, and carry it.

14. Be proud of your people and your country and defend them with your fists and boots. 

#skinheads

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Short but perfect. 🔥 🔥 🔥 👅 👅 👅

#ranger boots #bleachers #skinhead

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Chavs No More

Liam and Josh, two 19 year old mates who were known around their neighbourhood for their cocky, rebellious attitude and distinct dress, found themselves wandering through an area of the city that had been neglected for too many years. As they walked and 'chatted shit' they spotted a disused warehouse with smashed windows and broken doors. It seemed like the perfect place to kill time, perhaps, indulge in a bit of mischief and check it our as a possible place to get together with their other mates for drinking and smoking.

Josh took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the crisp air. The two life-long friends approached the rundown warehouse, its windows broken and doors creaking ominously on their hinges.

"Oi, Liam, reckon we can get in there?" Josh asked, nodding towards the entrance.

Liam smirked, "Easy. Watch and learn."

With a swift movement, Liam produced a crowbar from his bag, expertly jimmying the lock on the door. The two scallies slipped through the doorway into the building; their footsteps echoing in the emptiness of a very large space. The expanse of the space they found themselves in suggested the building's original purpose was a factory, although neither had a sense of what was once produced there. Josh lit up another cigarette, while Liam explored the desolate space hoping, perhaps, that he would happen upon something of value.

Josh stamped out his cigarette as Liam returned empty-handed.

"Liam, let's see if ther is like owt worth stealin'. look ova ther", Josh said pointing towards a set of double doors on the far side of the building.

The two friends began to wander across the former factory floor eventually reaching the double doors. Josh was about to push on the doors, but something was niggling Liam. He was unsure about going any further; grabbing Josh's arm.

"Did ya hear that?" Liam asked, looking around.

"Na, it's nothin'. Old buildings mack noises - c'mon"

That would be the last time that either of the two chavs would subconsciously assess the risks they may possibly face going further into the building.

Josh pushed on one of the doors. The squeaking noise made by the door opening suggested no one had used them in a long, long time.

The doorway opened up to a long corridor. Light emanated through opaque glass windows, many cracked and broken on one side of the corridor. On the other side there were rooms, which has clearly been used as in the past as offices. Most were just empty shells; the fixtures and fittings having been removed long ago.

As the two lads continued walking down the corridor they were so preoccupied by the thoughts of finding something valuable they could purloin that they didn't notice two wheelchairs left to one side. If they had been more observant they might have wondered why there were relatively new wheelchairs in an abandoned factory.

Liam and Josh carried on walking, passing more empty rooms and another wheelchair. Eventually they came to the end of the corridor where there was one, solid door. Unlike the others they'd passed by this door was padlocked. It also looked as though it had been recently fitted. The two older teens were eager to make their exploration of the derelict building worthwhile financially, so there was no way they wouldn't try break through the door.

Liam raised an eyebrow at Josh, who grinned in agreement. The crowbar made quick work of the padlock, and the door swung open, revealing a surprisingly bright, modern room filled with computer equipment. The room appeared unoccupied, but in the background was the sound of technology. All the screens were active; filled with row upon row of green text. There were two huge screens on one of the walls.

Josh was looking around the room; figuring out what they could easily pilfer and get the most money for. What caught Liam's attention was the dozen or so circular platforms in the middle of the room.

Josh tapped Liam's shoulder, "Look at these bruv," he said pointing to the middle of the room. Liam turned around looked to where Josh was pointing.

"What the..." Liam didn't finish the sentence before Josh interrupted.

"What the f*** is this like place?"

"You tell me bruv."

Intrigued by the peculiar sight, Liam and Josh couldn't resist walking over to the platforms, their chav bravado overcoming any sense of fear. The two chavs stood on the platforms, smirking at one another.

Until now they'd not noticed the body-sized, circular perspex tubes retracted above their heads. Just then they heard a motor start up above their heads.

Looking up, "look out," Liam shouted, but it was too late.

In a split second, the tubes above their heads dropped to the floor, enclosing the two scallies inside. Panic set in as they screamed for help, finally realising the gravity of their situation.

Josh and Liam's screams echoed through the room as the perspex tubes trapped the chavs on the platforms below. A weird mist began to seep into the tubes, swirling around the panicking duo. Initially resistant, the mist began to work its magic.

Josh and Liam's screams softened to muffled protests, and eventually, their once defiant voices fell into an eerie silence. The spine-chilling mist continued its work, transforming the rowdy chav friends into docile and compliant figures. As the eerie mist continued to swirl around the tubes, their eyes glazed over. After a few minutes the two chavs fell unconscious, succumbing to the mysterious effects of the mist - their fate unknown to them.,

Once it was confirmed that Josh and Liam were knocked out, the tubes retracted into the ceiling, leaving the room eerily quiet. Just as the last traces of the mist dissipated, the door creaked open, revealing two imposing figures in their early thirties. Tough and athletic, they entered the room pushing empty wheelchairs. The same ones that Josh and Liam had ignored as they walked along the the corridor not long ago.

Without a word, the mysterious pair approached Josh first, effortlessly lifting his limp form and placing him into the first wheelchair. The same process followed for Liam, their actions efficient and practiced. The once unruly chavs now sat, unconscious and passive, in the wheelchairs.

The two males wheeled Josh and Liam into an adjacent room, where a dim light revealed an array of sophisticated equipment. They positioned the wheelchairs in a calculated manner, whilst the transformative effects of the mist maintained its hold on their bodies and minds.

Whilst two chavs were unconscious, one of the males retrieved a pair of clippers. To finalise the process the two friends would go through they needed their heads shaving, and this was to be done before they came round.

Minutes passed, and gradually, the chavs began to stir. Their eyes blinked open, confusion replacing the previous chaos. Yet, as Josh and Liam looked around, their mannerisms had been already changed irrevocably. The aggressiveness and defiance that once defined them had been replaced with a newfound obedience and compliance.

Josh and Liam sat in their wheelchairs, their once-rebellious spirits now subdued. They looked at each other and then took-in their surroundings. The room was sterile, and the hum of fluorescent lights overhead added an eerie ambiance to the atmosphere. The two chavs awaited their fate.

Two shaved-headed males in green scrubs entered the room. They walked over to where Josh and Liam were sitting in the wheelchairs. They released the wheel brakes and pushed the two lads towards a pair of hospital beds. Without a word, they efficiently transferred Josh and Liam onto the beds and gently made them lay back. The once-rebellious duo stared blankly ahead, their eyes devoid of the spark that once characterised them.

The mysterious figures produced a pair of helmets from a nearby table. The helmets had curved face covering visors and were equipped with an array of wires and sensors. The men is scrubs carefully placed the helmets over the heads of the two chavs.

Left alone in the room, Josh and Liam lay motionless as the helmets began their work. Unseen forces rewrote their minds, further erasing traces of defiance and moulding them into compliant, obedient beings. The room remained silent, save for the faint hum of the equipment that orchestrated the transformation.

Once the process was complete, the two shaved-headed males returned to the room. The chavs' minds were now blank slates, ready for the next phase of their transformation.

They replaced the iconic chav tracksuits with sleek black skinsuits. The transformation was both symbolic and practical, signalling the departure from their previous identities. The once distinctive and brash street-wear was replaced with a uniformity that mirrored their new, compliant state.

With the skinsuits in place, the helmets were refitted once more, this time for further programming.

The room buzzed with unseen energy as the final touches were applied. The chavs' once-chaotic personalities were long gone. All that remained were compliant shells, devoid of all human emotion; ready to embrace a new purpose.

In a room filled with monitors, the shaved-headed males observed their work with a satisfied nod. They watched Josh and Liam laid on hospital beds, their minds blank and their bodies clad in black skinsuits.

The door opened and two technicians entered the observation room. It was time. The moment had come to usher the former chavs into the next phase of their transformation.

The compliant duo was wheeled into an adjacent room, where a series of machines resembling MRI scanners awaited them. However, these were not ordinary medical devices. Instead, they were machines designed to augment the human body, turning ordinary individuals into hybrid human-cyborgs.

The technicians meticulously positioned Josh and Liam in front of the metallic chambers, securing them in place. Over a three hour period, the two young males would go through a series of transformations, the first of which would prepare their bodies for the synthetic augmentations to come.

The low hum of the machines echoed through the room as the transformation began. The beds were pulled backwards into the MRI-like machines.

Once inside the first stage of the process began. Metal plates descended from the tubes, fitting onto various parts of the chavs' bodies with precision. Once this was complete, circuitry was added connecting the various metal plates. What couldn't be seen to the casual observer was that under the metal plating, a synthetic bonding was taking place. A bonding that permeated through the skinsuit and into the human flesh.

One by one, an artificial, mechanical limb replaced one of their natural ones. The flesh coloured arms and legs were now adorned with sleek, metallic enhancements, making them stronger and more resilient. The technicians worked with practiced efficiency, their gloved hands expertly activating the cybernetic upgrades.

Next came the ocular implants. The machines were programmed to approach installation of the eye replacements with precision. An implement descended from inside the machine, carefully removing one human eye from each chav and replacing it with the advanced technology. The blue glow emanating from the ocular implants signalled the integration of their new cybernetic enhancements.

As the machines continued their work, the once-defiant chavs had now been transformed into hybrid human-cyborgs, their bodies now a fusion of the biological and the synthetic. That said, other tha their heads, observers might struggle to find any visible evidence of the humans that were Josh and Liam - so much of their bodies now covered in metal.

The technicians stepped back, admiring their creation as the final adjustments were made.

The door to the room opened once more, revealing a figure cloaked in shadow – the former chavs' new master had arrived. With a wave of their hand, the technicians and shaved-headed figures in scrubs retreated, leaving Josh and Liam standing motionless, now fully augmented and awaiting the programming that would dictate their new purpose.

The master approached; a sinister figure with pale white flesh. dark veins and gas mask with eerie blue lenses that looked like it had absorbed into his face. The room hummed with anticipation as the final step of the transformation unfolded. The once-chavs, now hybrid human-cyborgs, were ready to serve their mysterious master. The machines had worked their magic, creating two obedient, formidable entities ready to carry out the bidding of their creator.

The enigmatic figure, shrouded in darkness, stepped forward and issued their first command to the newly transformed duo. "[Hiss] Josh, Liam, [Hiss] your first task is [Hiss] to bring others to me. You will bring [Hiss] your former friends to me. They, too, [Hiss] shall undergo the transformation [Hiss] and join your ranks as cyborgs [Hiss]."

Obediently, the two cyborgs nodded in unison, their blue ocular implants began glowing with a cold intensity. With a calculated efficiency, they left the room, their enhanced limbs moving with a precision that betrayed their former chav recklessness.

Before the cyborgs that were once Josh and Liam exited the disused factory, which was now serving a darker purpose, they donned a Nike Hoodie and skinny trackie pants - so they could blend in. The two friends roamed the streets, scanning the corners and alleys for their former comrades. Their new master's command echoed in their minds, drowning out any remnants of their past lives.

Finally, Josh and Liam located the group. The chavs, unaware of the transformation that awaited them, gathered in their usual haunt. The familiar faces turned to greet their once brethren. Expecting to see Josh and Liam, instead they saw the cold, unyielding gazes of the hybrid human-cyborgs.

#drone #cyborg #conversion #helmet #the borg #scally chav #gas mask #ai generated

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Love this Skinhead look

#ranger boots #bleachers #skinhead

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If you ask me it looks like that leatherman is somewhat fond of the lad in sports shorts. It wouldn't surprise me if the next time we see him he's also clad in leather.

#boots #leatherman #leathers #sports

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Normal lad to rubberskin.

I heard you specialise in making rubber men. Could you make a rubber skinhead?

What's the mark of a proper rubber skinhead, eh? First off, it's all about the boots, innit? But don’t forget the most important bit: a shaved head.

Then there's the rubber gear: a pair of rubber gloves and rubber bleachers that'll make any punk turn red in the face.

Throw in a rubber shirt, and you're sorted. A plain bomber jacket? Nah, you need to amp it up with black rubber and plastic. That’s the real deal.

#ranger boots #rubber #bleachers #skinhaed

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Human to Drone conversion - nicely done!

Scanning… Target acquired… Commencing capture sequence…

#rubber #drone #gas mask #conversion

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The moral being, "you can run but you can never hide".

Great skinhead story by @thesneakshaveit

‘I got another one sir!’ I turned the lad on the left into a muscle meat head 8 months ago. His IQ decreased until he was a mindless slave, doing anything to make me happy. Of course with all those muscles he tried to just wank all day, I had to stop that. I simply trapped his cock is a micro chastity device. The only time I left him out of it is if he gets me fresh slaves to transform.

‘This one was trying to start a…eh…fight with those skin heads down the road sir’ He stuttered. ‘Good boy, you can have your cock tonight but for you lad, you new life has just began’ I flicked my wrist throwing the lad to the ground, a loud ‘Clang’ was heard as he desperately grabbed his crotch. His face dropped in horror to see his once proud cock locked in a steel device, no key, no space between the steel and his skin…no way out.

‘This is forever a part of you, I may consider removing it some day but for now you must learn respect.’ Startled and terrified the lad got to his feet and started to run. ‘You cant hide lad, time is not your friend now’.

The lad got home and began to claw at the device. He got tools, wire cutters, nothing could even leave a scratch on the device. He started to feel helpless which in turn started to make him feel really horny. He didnt know why but not having control of his dick made him want to wank more and more. It kept building until he tried to rub against his pillows, trying to get any sensation but there was none. ‘How long can I stay like this?’ he thought as he collapsed on the bed, knackered from trying to wank himself. Slowly he feel asleep dreaming about touching his cock again….

5 Months later the lad had changed. He was always on gay sites looking for someone to fuck him, trying to get any release. His friends all noticed the difference, the once homophobic chav lad was now a desperate gay slut. He still was horny all the time and nothing could stop the yearning hunger for cock. He lay on his bed, fully clothed, thinking about touching his cock again.

‘Are you ready lad?’ He jumped up from his bed seeing me standing in the corner. ‘hi….I am sorry I ran, you are here to free me right?’ he mumbled. I started to laugh ‘When I first saw you, you were a jumped up little shit. You owe those skinheads an apology. I threw some clothes to the ground. ‘Wear these and go to this address, when those skinheads tell me you have earned release, I might consider it’…’Oh and shave that hair, you are a skinhead now’. The stared at the skin head close that were now on his floor, he hated the skin look but again his cock felt like it was on fire. He had to try it to try and get his cock back. 

5 years later the lad was now a complete skin, always at the club servicing the elders, begging for release. His cock was now a distant memory for him, all he could think about was the elders cocks in his mouth, night after night. I can say this about the skin heads….they don’t forgive.

#ranger boots #bleachers #skinheads

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Upgrade Complete

#rubber #conversion

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No worries, no thoughts, just compliance and obedience.

Mark and Pete had been unemployed for 6 months when they applied for security work at a new security firm - they are being processed by other security drones. they will never see or remember their family again

#drone #rubber

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Part 9 - We find out what becomes of Luke

Luke

Stranger Danger

Part 9. Its Training.

Luke's world had returned to one of despair and fear. Only a short time ago he actually thought he was escaping this hell and for a few brief moments had thought this was finally over. He had allowed himself to believe that. He had believed Jack as well but once again he'd been tricked.

Things were moving quickly now they were back in the basement and the atmosphere amongst the 'guests' had changed. Changed into something more sinister, more urgent. Though still dressed head to toe in the Latex he had been so keen, so intrigued to try on a couple of days ago he had now been shaved clean of his pubic hair and locked into a metal chastity cage. He wasn't sure why it had been done but had guessed that it was a control thing. Jack had said something about not letting him get hard or wank until it came off. Until Jack allowed that to happen. Not that Luke thought either of those things were possible now, it was so tight he didn't know how he could even take a leak in it. He assumed he would have to piss himself when the time comes. Again.

Over his face had been placed a thing of torture. His mouth now filled with a huge rubber gag that forced him to open it wide and offer it to anyone. No longer able to talk he knew that it was being held open for a reason. Earlier he had actually thought that if one of the guests tried to make him suck their cock he would bite down on it and give them some fuckin hurt but this gag put an end to that plan. Now he couldn't close his mouth and certainly couldn't bite down on anything. They could force feed him whatever the fuck they wanted and he had no choice but to swallow it.

Luke knew this was it. This was the session he had been expecting and dreading. All the 'guests' were now present and they were stoned, and horny. He had already been abused by Mohican and Biker and now it was the turn of Speedo and Harness.

What Luke didn't know was that during this session all the guests would join in. All four of them.

He was aware that Speedo was behind him, he could hear the heavy breathing coming from within the gas mask he was wearing. He could also tell by the noises that he was lubing up his hand. What Luke couldn't see was that Speedo was lubing up his arms, not just his hands. And both of them.

In front of Luke Harness prepared things. He was at the shelves and was busy sorting and selecting the items he wanted. Luke watched him and tried to make sense of what he was seeing. Harness had his back to him but it looked like he was selecting medical things. Swabs, a bottle of something, needles and a small box that contained things that he couldn't see. Some small pliers and clamps were also picked off the shelves. All of these things were placed onto the top shelf of the trolley which was covered in a green medical style sterile towel.

Luke couldn't say anything with his mouth being held wide open but he could certainly make noises. Noises of protest and of terror but these noises went unheard. Or rather they were ignored. Whatever the fuck this man was planning Luke didn't want it.

Whilst Harness gathered his items Luke heard the music from upstairs grow louder. He looked over to the stairs and watched wide eyed as Mohican and Biker came down them. Both laughing and talking loudly. Stoned and drunk Luke thought. They walked into the room, Biker still smoking a joint and just stood there looking at Luke. Mohican played with himself, obviously approving at what he saw.

Then he felt it. Speedo's middle finger. Speedo had lubed his right arm up to his elbow and was teasing Luke's arse. He rubbed the ring around his hole with his middle and index fingers occasionally just slipping the tip of one into his arse. Not far in but just enough to get Luke's sphincter to accept it. Luke tensed up as he knew what was about to happen. The effects of Bikers fisting from earlier were still visible and his used ring hadn't had enough time to recover. Speedo was in no mood to be gentle and teasing Luke's ring he picked up a cannister from the floor. Screwing it onto the front of his gas mask he started to take some deep breaths. As the fumes from the poppers started to enter his system Speedo arched back and let out a long deep moan of pleasure. Two deep breaths in and on the third he held his breath whilst his right hand was just behind Luke's arse.

Whilst Speedo was doing that Biker knelt down in front of Luke and held a bottle under his nose . "..you know what to fuckin do boy" was all he said. Luke took several long deep sniffs, three up each nostril. He was desperate for the poppers to relax him before Speedo started.

Without warning Speedo pushed his right hand into Luke, all four fingers squeezing in up to their knuckles. He then withdrew them and curled his thumb into his palm. With a groan he then pushed his hand back in all the way. In it went stretching Luke's sphincter wide, the lube doing its job. Although unable to talk Luke made a noise to Biker signalling he wanted more poppers. "Fuck me!" shouted Biker looking at Speedo "..it only fuckin wants more huffs!" Laughing, Biker crowched down and once again held the bottle of poppers under Luke's nose. "There you go you fuckin whore, snort on that..".

Like his mouth Luke's eyes were wide open and he took several really deep hits on the bottle. "...fuckin hell he wants this!" exclaimed Biker excitedly.

Meanwhile Speedo kept pushing his right hand into Luke's widening hole and soon

it popped him once again and slipped all the way in, right up to his wrist.

Both Luke and Speedo were high on poppers as this was all happening. Aware of Speedos hand being all the way in Luke prepared himself for the sensation of him pulling it out. But he didn't pull out, instead Speedo pushed in further. Luke let out a loud groan as he did this, his arse had never been this full before. Speedos wrist disappeared into Luke and in he kept pushing. Luke was panting now through his wide open mouth desperately trying to accept the invasion into his hole . Speedo then stopped pushing and started to pull his hand out. He pulled until half his hand was visible, stretching Luke's ring to its widest point, the lube leaving a tide mark on Speedo's arm where it had gone in to. The skin around Luke's hole was red raw and flushed with blood supply. Blood that was now under the influence of the poppers he was snorting, desperately trying to relax his muscles.

Speedo then shoved his right hand back in and it slid in up to the same point it had before, about two inches up his wrist. Luke's ring accepted this slightly more willingly this time, his anal canal starting to climatise to its new size. Speedo huffed on the poppers inside his own gas mask and pushed further. Three inches, then four. In he pushed until five inches of his arm were inside of Luke's arse. Then he pulled out his whole arm quickly, almost violently. Luke's ring was traumatised by the sudden withdrawal and as Speedo's fist ripped out it tore the skin around Luke's hole. Luke screamed in pain through his open mouth. His hole was left gaping open as Speedos hand pulled out completely leaving small trickles of bright red blood dripping out onto the concrete. As soon as he pulled out Speedo shoved his right hand back into Luke, this time it went in easily as the hole was still gaping open in the memory of his arm. In it went, fingers, palm, hand then up his arm. Two, three, four, five, six inches this time. Speedo now had half his forearm inside Luke's pussy and he twisted it in as he pushed. Luke was groaning and moaning as this was all happening and his eyes rolled back into his head. Drool now fell from his mouth and sweat formed on his body inside the Latex suit, despite the discomfort Luke tried to push back a little onto Speedos arm. Something inside him, something that had been hidden from him actually liked what was happening.

"Fuckin hell, look at him!" shouted Biker watching "he's fuckin loving it "

All the while this was going on Mohican had been playing with himself whilst watching the show. His cock was hard and twitching, the veins in it's shaft pumped fool of blood. He walked over to Luke and stood in from of him , his cock at Luke's head height. He rested it on top of Luke's Latex covered head, it's circumsised tip almost reaching the back. Wide and long it was. Mohican raised himself on his feet and his cock lifted off Luke's head. With a slight shift backwards he repositioned himself so his wet tool was just infront of Luke's wide open mouth. Both Mohicans cock and Luke's mouth dribbled making a puddle of cum and spit on the floor. Grabbing the back of Luke's head with both his hands Mohican then pushed forward and his cock entered his mouth through the centre of the rubber gag that held it wide open. The rubber stretched and widened more as his massive tool slid in and he pulled Luke's head onto it to help it on its way. Luke made a strange gurgling sound as he throat was stuffed full of Mohicans cock. He pushed in until it was in up to its base.

You couldn't see this as the Latex hood covered his head and neck but Luke's throat visibly widened as it accepted the offering.

Luke gagged on the cock as it reached its base and was pulled out slowly. Spit gurgled and jumped from his mouth as he tried to breath. As soon as it was out Mohican shoved it back into Luke's mouth, again all the way to its base. He then sped up the rhythm of the throat fucking until he was ramming it in and out at a fuckin rate of knots. All the while Luke gagged and choked and coughed up sputum, his eyes running and adding to the mess.

So this was Luke's new world. Strapped down onto the bench, arms and feet tightly secured. Shaved clean and locked into chastity. Encased in a now sweaty Latex bodysuit with his mouth held wide open by a rubber gag and getting faced fuck by Mohican, whilst he was being deep fisted by Speedo. Mouth and arse both full and stretched to their limits.

Speedo now sped up the pace of his fisting to keep up with Mohicans face fucking. Luke's hole was red raw, his pussy lips utterly destroyed. Speedo was fast and violent with his actions, sometimes pulling his arm all the way out, other times pulling half way out. Each time though he re-ntered a little deeper. By the time he was at full speed he was pushing his arm in all the way to his elbow. His hand was closed into a ball and he punched his way in and out of Luke's quivering pussy. Out it popped then punched back in, Lukes ring was now a mess. Swollen, battered and wide open it stayed gaping each time Speedo pulled out. It's lips pulsed and fluttered trying to deal with the abuse they were receiving.

Not content with using just his right arm Speedo then alternated the fisting with his left arm. He punched his way into Luke with his left, then right , then left arm over and over again. Each time up to his elbows. In those brief moments between being fisted Luke's hole farted and erupted out the mix of lube and sweat it held inside. All this whilst his mouth was pounded by Mohicans cock.

While this was happening Lukes cock hung down trapped inside the cage, now a tighter fit than it had been. His balls bounced back and forth as his body was abused and from deep within him his body was busy filling his nuts with seed.

2 days 10 hours 23 mins 12 secs..13 secs..

Speedo actually started to tire from the fisting he was administering, and sweat poured off of him. As if sensing his teammates tiring Mohican pulled his cock out of Luke's mouth and walked round to join Speedo. With his right arm Speedo wanked Mohican and as he did this he pulled his left arm out from Luke leaving his hole gaping open.

Invitingly.

Speedo continued to wank Mohicans cock and as he sensed it was about to burst he pressed it into Luke's wide opening and wave after wave of warm cum burst into his guts. He filled the boy up with his seed. Luke's anal walled was lined with cum and it travelled down deep into his body. As he shot more it became too much for Luke's hole and it overflowed out of the fluttering opening spitting on to floor. Before he was drained Mohican thrust forward into Luke, cum gushing out around his shaft as he pushed in. Mohicans nuts swirled as they emptied and he fell forward having to hold onto Lukes back for support.

Not wanting to miss the fun Biker then walked over with his camo jeans undone and his huge rock hard cock in his hand. He was beating it frantically as he stood in front of Lukes face. The skinhead was wanking into Luke's open mouth intending to fill him with his seed. As he got close to spilling his load he shoved his cock down Luke's throat and erupted a fountain of cum. Luke gagged and almost choked on it, desperately trying to swallow each wave. Cum flew from his mouth like a warm geezer but most flowed down his throat and into his stomach. Despite his mouth being held wide open he swallowed as much as he could.

The pounding Luke's arse received did do him one favour . It utterly numbed it, in fact it numbed all the area around it and that was a good thing because as Mohican and Speedo stood up and walked away, high five'ing eachother as they did so Harness grabbed a small stool and pushed his trolley towards poor Luke.

On his trolley was an assortment of medical looking things. Things that looked very out of place in this dungeon.

He placed the stool down in between Luke's widened legs and sat on it awardng himself perfect access to Luke's hairless perineum.

With the trolley by his side he then got some cold numbing spray off the trolley and sprayed it onto Luke.

The cold temperature made Luke flinch but actually helped ease the pain he felt. Glancing up over Luke's back towards his head Harness then looked over at his trolley and picked up a large rounded needle. He was being very matter-of- fact about what he did and didn't hesitate to press the needle through Luke's sensitive skin just below his ripped hole. He pushed the needle into Luke and bought it out about a cm away. Luke screamed in pain and desperately tried to wriggle out of the restraints. Hopelessly of course. He wasn't going anywhere. Again briefly glancing up at Luke as he cried out Harness carried on his work. From the trolley he picked up a small swab and wiped away some of the blood that had now appeared where the needle had punctured Luke. He also wiped away some of the mess that was now dribbling out of Luke's engorged rectum. A sticky messy mix of lube, cum, sweat and blood.

Harness then picked the small box off the trolley and opened it. Inside was a collection of silver rings, all different sizes. He carefully selected one of the smaller ones and closed the box. Then he opened the ring apart and using the holes from the needle he pushed it through. Once it was out through the other hole he closed the ring back together and sat back admiring his work.

Luke was now the proud wearer of a Perineum piercing.

Wiping away the small amount of blood Harness then performed this same action two more times on Luke. Each using the same size rings. By the end of the procedure Luke had three silver piercings about 1 cm apart from eachother in the small area of skin between his balls and his anus.

It hurt like hell and Luke was quietly crying. The only occasional relief coming from the cold numbing spray.

When done Harness pushed the trolley away and wiped Luke. He then simply closed up the zipper which had given the three men access to Luke and walked the trolley back to where the others stood.

The damage to Luke's rectum, the swollen rosebud, and the three piercings were now all hidden by the Latex. Once again he was encased. Hurting, bruised, weeping and unsure what exactly Harness had done to him Luke panted with exhaustion.

Biker then walked over to him and roughly removed the head harness and the rubber gag from Luke's mouth. As the gag came out a huge trail of sputum came with it and arc'd between the gag and mouth until the line broke. His cheek muscles ached from having been forced open for so long and Luke was grateful for the chance to open and close his mouth, trying to regain some feeling. No sooner had the gag been removed but the same Russian style gas mask that Speedo was wearing was placed over Luke's head once again. He was very familiar with the routine now and actually mumbled a "thankyou" to Biker as he did this. Taking deep breaths in and out Luke enhaled the mix of Nitrous and poppers that was supplied to the mask from above. Within about twenty seconds he was overcome with the aroma and inside the mask his eyes rolled back into his head. His body now needed these drugs.

Luke was now just an object to these men. Any identity he had was being removed. He was getting dependent on the drugs he was being given. He was just something to fuck. Something to fist. Something to milk. No longer a boy. Now just an 'It'

The clock on the wall continued to count. It never stopped counting.

2 days 14hrs 56mins 09secs..10secs..

2 days 23hrs 01min 45 secs..46 secs..

It was kept high on drugs and the Hypno session restarted. It was milked again.

3 days 10 hrs 14 mins 11 secs..12 secs..

Harness pierced It's nipples. Both of them with silver bar piercings. Then it has It's nose pierced with a silver hoop. The Hypno session continued.

4 days 09 hrs 12 mins 56secs..57 secs...

Harness tattoo'd "No 5" across Its left pec. It's tounge was pierced with a silver stud. The Hypno session continued

After 5 days 12 hrs 14 mins 12secs

This Hypno session ended. For now.

This routine of hypnosis and of guests arriving meant It's training continued without any let up. The sessions were intense. They were relentless. Endless edging and milking Its bruised cock. Sometimes, usually infact they lasted many hours. On occasions there were as many as Eleven guests at a session. It's hole was battered and destroyed, it's pussy lips were permanently engorged and pronounced. Eventually It's head was shaved short. It no longer needed it's long hair. It was kept in chastity permanently. It wasn't allowed to get erect and definitely wasn't allowed to cum. Ever. It was kept dressed in Latex. Every part of it was covered except It's eyes and mouth. The only talking It was allowed was to answers questions directed at It. After some pain It learnt this.

As a reward It was given a new identity.

From now on It was called No. 5.

62 days 09 hrs 11mins 14 secomds.

No. 3 and No. 4 were successfully sold to another Guest.

No 5 was now alone.

198 days 1 hr 23 mins 11 secs..12 secs..

After 198 days in the dungeon and endless sessions of hypno therapy and Guest Session's No. 5's training was complete. No. 5 knew that to get food in it's bowl it must suck any cock put in front of it. It knew that its arse was for others to use. It felt safe and warm in Latex and always wanted to be wearing it. No. 5 was comforted by Sir's kind gestures. Kind things like letting it drinks Sir's piss. Like letting Sir cum in its mouth. Luke letting Sir beat It. It wasn't to walk anymore but was allowed to crawl on all fours. No. 5 was taught to love the taste of cum. As a reward No.5 was allowed to get high. No. 5 was still locked in chastity but if it was good Sir said he would unlock No. 5 for an hour every month.

No. 5 didn't know what an hour or month was.

358 days 18 hrs 12mins 15 secs..16secs...

Looking up at the display on the wall No. 5 didn't know what those strange numbers meant anymore.....

The End of Luke's story.

The story of No 3 and No 4 will come next....

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Part 8 - we meet Speedo and Harness

Luke

Stranger Danger

Chapter 8. The escape.

2 days 04 hrs 14mins 45secs...46secs..

Luke had cried himself to sleep over 10 hours ago. He had slept the sleep of the truly fucked, both physically and mentally. His arms were no longer taped but his forearms were held closely together at his wrists by a metal bar and his hands were tightly placed through round hoops on each end of the bar. On each hoop where they clamped shut was a padlock. Firmly snapped shut. It meant though he could move his arms a little he couldn't separate them by more than the bars length which was about 12 cm's. They were like medieval handcuffs.

He lay on the mattress in the fetal position with his legs curled up to his chest and his hands to his front. It was the same position he had always slept in at his home. Home where his comfortable bed was. The comfortable bed in the comfortable bedroom that was full with the sort of things that young lads like. Old posters of his favourite bands, some lanyards hanging from the desk light from gigs he had attended. His guitar standing up in the corner and clothes strewn across the floor near the tall wicker laundry basket. His gaming console next to his laptop on the desk. Just ordinary nice comforting things.

Oh how Luke's life had changed. Things were now far from comfortable and were the very opposite of comforting. Now he lay on a piss stained mattress on a cold concrete floor in the basement of a man who had tricked him two days ago. Chained to the floor, unable to stand he could only crawl about on all fours. Food given to him in a dog bowl. He had endured hours and hours of abuse already and he had been here for just two days so far. He was wearing the latex bodysuit that covered every bit of him. Hands , feet, head, everything. There were very few of Lukes features visible now but what was still visible were his beautiful mesmerising hazel green eyes and his oh so kissable cute pouty lips, all framed perfectly by the tight thick Latex of his hood. Looking as good as he did despite everything, he really was his own worse enemy.

Quietly out of the darkness Jack came into the light, nervously looking behind him at the stairwell. He was wearing jeans and a dark blue long sleeved t shirt and on his feet he wore black and white high sided Converse sneakers. He walked over to where Luke lay and knelt down on the cold floor

"..hey, wake up man.." he whispered as he reached out and gently shook Luke.

"....wake up, c'mon man. Look at me.."

From his slumber Luke heard Jack's voice and slowly opened his eyes.

Jack was glancing over his shoulder as he continued..." man I'm so fuckin sorry dude for what we've done to you but it's gone too fuckin far and I want out.."

Luke looked at Jack as he slowly woke up and started to digest what he was hearing.

"...these fuckin guys want this to go on and on but it's too much man! I can't fucking sleep anymore, I'm a fuckin wreck and I want out, this has already gone way too far.." Jack was still whispering "...I've got a chance to get you out of here but we've gotta move fast. The others are all upstairs getting stoned and drunk and their running out of beer. They've told me to go get some and that's my chance to get you out of here before they get bored and come back down to continue with you..."

Luke's eyes blinked with confusion and disbelief at what he heard, his head looking around the dungeon . He nodded eagerly in agreement and tried to sit up, the chain only allowing him to a little. "...fuck!! Yes please Jack, please man get me out of here. I'm fuckin terrified.." he was visibly shaking as he said this. "...please please.." he spluttered on the verge of tears again.

" We've gotta move quickly and quietly but there's a problem" said Jack in hushed words ".. I've only got the padlock key for the chain from your collar to the wall but Mohican has got the ones for everything else..."

"Everything else..?" Luke said curiously.

"Yeah I don't have the ones for the back of your hood or your wrist locks but it doesn't matter, I can use bolt cutters on them when we get away from here and back to my place...!" as he was saying this he was using the key to unlock the chain where it attached to the wall hoop. With a click it opened the padlock and Jack released the chain.

Luke was now able to stand up for the first time in hours. He climbed off the mattress and stood up next to it stretching his body, his arms reaching high above his head. He wanted to get out of the Latex suit too, the smell of it reminding him of the hell he had been through whilst down here but he knew that until the locks were cut off he had to stay in it just a little while longer.

Jack walked back to him and touching his shoulder gently said.." I've gotta get you to my car in the garage next door. Then we can drive out of here and get the fuck away! Okay?"

"Sure!" said Luke. Though he was confused by Jack's change of attitude he was also desperate to leave this hell.

Almost sensing Luke's confusion Jack said "...these fuckin guys upstairs are really nasty pieces of work and they've got me over a fuckin barrel. They've been blackmailing me for over a year now and they've cornered me into this shit.." he was gesturing around the dungeon as he said this. " you've gotta believe me I've had no fuckin choice but to do as they tell me otherwise I'm a fuckin dead man. I'd rather have prison than them controlling my fuckin life anymore!..."

Luke nodded, to be honest he didn't really care what Jack's backstory was right now, all he wanted was to get as far away from here as possible and fucking quickly. Back to his old life before all this began.

"..right, keep quiet and follow me" said Jack as he walked over to a door in the far corner of the dungeon. He unlocked the door and opened it a little turning to Luke as he did so. "...my wagon is the other side of this door, when we get in the garage I'll open the boot cos you're gonna have to get in that otherwise when I drive out their gonna see you on the back seat, and then there'll fuckin kill us both. Got it..?"

" Yeah no problem man, I gotta jump in the boot so no one sees me. Please let's just hurry up!" replied Luke, his desperation obvious in his voice. He was really shaking now both with nerves and the cold air that was blowing through the garage and into the dungeon.

Jack opened the door and peered inside. "Okay no one's there, follow me. Quietly!" and with this he walked through the door. Luke followed him into the garage. Inside was a bright well lit room painted pure white. Two cars were inside. One black Range Rover and a white Tesla. There was a tool rack on one wall and some bikes in a corner. Luke recognised one of them as his own. Jack used the fob to unlock the Range Rover and the boot lid opened. "Right climb in and don't make a fuckin sound or we're both in deep shit"

Luke was standing in the bright light of the garage just behind the boot of the black car. It was a strange sight, he looked so out of place in this very ordinary setting, standing there as he was head to toe in his shiny Latex suit. His hands held together by the handcuff bar. He didn't need telling twice though and climbed into the boot.

Jack stood behind him and reached for the boot lid, as he closed it down he pulled the cargo cover over the top of Luke, concealing him from view.

Luke was laying in the same position he slept in, his legs curled up to his chest and his cuffed arms in front of him as there wasn't much room in the boot. He heard Jack open the driver's door and felt the car rock a little as he climbed in. Then the engine started and the car started to move forward. "Remember don't make a sound cos we're about to drive right past everyone okay?"

"Okay Luke whispered back, not sure if Jack had heard his reply. He was really shaking now, his nerves were fizzing in his system and the cold air was hitting his body.

The car slowly pulled out of the garage and started to drive across the gravel towards the driveway. All of Jacks "guests" were outside in the garden drinking and smoking, laughing with loud music playing. Seeing the car leave the garage Harness jumped up out of his chair and stood in front of it blocking it's path, beer in one hand and a joint in the other.

"..where the fuck are you going in such a hurry?" he bellowed as Jack lowered his window.

"getting some more beers and stuff" replied Jack. Luke could hear this conversation from his hiding place and he actually crossed his fingers hoping the plan would work. How cute.

Harness looked over Jack's shoulder onto the back seat "...okay but don't be long man. We're nearly out of smokes.."

"No worries, be back in a bit" Jack said as he closed his window and Harness stepped back and let the car move on.

Luke felt the car move forward again and started to quietly cry with relief as he was driven away from the house, away from the dungeon and down the drive.

After a few moments, a little way down the driveway Jack said " right, we're on our fuckin way outta here man. We've done it. I don't wanna stop so your gonna have to stay in the boot until we get to mine Okay?"

Luke was overwhelmed with relief "yeah Jack that's fine! thankyou, thankyou!" answered Luke as he wiped the tears from his eyes.

For the next five or ten minutes Luke felt the car drive on and with every second he was getting further away from the house. He started to think of his parents, of his friends and of his happy life before all this had started. He was worried about having to tell them everything that had happened, because he felt dirty and ashamed of what he had been through and he feared his parents would never see him as their Luke again but he just wanted to be home. He shivered with utter exhaustion and relief, but for the first time in days a smile formed on those gorgeous fucking lips.

But then he heard them. Voices. Voices from the front of the car.

"Fuckin hell man, I think he actually fuckin believed you" the man said laughing

"He totally fuckin believes me" said the other man. Luke recognised that voice as Jacks.

Luke was confused, who was Jack talking to? Was he on a phone call to someone?

Who did he mean about believing him? Did he mean Harness believing his smokes and beer story? Something felt wrong. This no longer felt like a rescue should feel.

"Jack, whats going on, can you stop and let me get in the front with you"?

Laughter from up front.

" Hold on boy, we're nearly there" said a voice. But not Jack's voice.

Luke realised something wasnt right and a wave of absolute terror swept through him again. He tried to kick the boot lid open but there wasn't much room and he couldn't get any purchase from his legs.

"stop the car Jack, please! Let me out!"

Then the car stopped abruptly and the engine turned off. Luke heard Jack say "right, we're here. Let's see his fuckin face!.." Then Luke heard two doors slam shut and footsteps on gravel walk round to the boot. As the boot opened and the cover was pulled back Luke looked up and when he saw who was there he actually pissed himself through the Latex.

Standing at the boot of the car was Jack, Mohican and Biker.

"No! oh please no not back here, please let me go ....please!.." was all Luke could splutter out as he realised what had happend.

"..You stupid fuckin prick!" said Jack "did you actually fuckin believe what I said to you? Did you actually think I was rescuing you!?" They all laughed at him as Luke cowered in the cars boot. The crotch of his Latex was now wet with his piss and he began to lose all hope. He began to realise that this was never going to end for him, he was never going to return to his home. He tried to figure out what had happened, that Jack had been tricking him and that he must have just driven around the block before returning to the house. They must have all known what he was doing all along.

"Fuck you" said Luke in a last ditch attempt to show his strength " you fucking bastards, you're fuckin twisted..!" This attempt at strength was met with more laughter.

Standing with the others at the back of the car Mohican was still wearing Lukes Castelli skinsuit, but now it was covered in someone's cum. Splattered with white patches, some fresh some a little older it clung to his body the mix of sweat and seed. His cock was still standing through the ripped material and was as hard and angry as before.

Skinhead Biker was just wearing his blue and white camo jeans now, his hard cock clearly making an outline in them. His boots were laced up high, his red braces now hanging down by his side. He was also covered in sweat and was smoking a huge joint. He took a deep breath in and leant forward into the boot of the car where he blew the smoke into Lukes face.

Jack then grabbed Luke by his collar and lifted him out of the car by it. Luke desperately tried to hold onto the side of the boot but with his hands cuffed together it was hopeless. He screamed and yelled out loud as he was literally dragged across the gravel by his collar. He grabbed the sides of it trying to loosen it as it choked him. His legs kicked out in a pointless struggle as his feet scuffed across the gravel surface. He was utterly at the mercy of Jack's superior strength. Crying now and screaming out for help, no one heard. "Fuck no, please please no!" he yelled "help me! Somebody help me please!!" He was dragged kicking and screaming into the garage and towards the door that he thought he had escaped through just half an hour ago. Biker pretty much threw him through it, and then Luke was back in the dungeon.

From the outside of the house, his screams and yells grew quiet. Then silent as the door was firmly shut behind him.

The music in the garden however continued unabated.

2 days 6 hrs 09 mins 23 secs..24 secs..

Inside the dungeon Luke was dragged over to another corner still screaming for help. He was held up against a wall and his arms were held out up high to his sides. Both were strapped to the wall. His legs were placed wide apart and also strapped to the wall. Across his chest went two further straps, all buckled up tight.

"Ok, I'll do what you want, just please don't hurt me!" Luke pleaded

"..listen you fuckin piece of shit" said Jack his face just inches from Luke's. " ..you don't have fuckin choice but to do what we want. You aren't in any fuckin position to negotiate. Oh, and just to be absolutely crystal fuckin clear we abso-fuckin-lutely do want to hurt you. We want to really hurt you" with this he spat a huge gobfull of spit into Luke's face which landed straight in one of his eyes. With his hands strapped up Luke couldn't wipe his eye clean and so had to let the spit slowly drip away, leaving a stinging redness to his left eye.

Biker then reached round and unlocked the zip at Luke's lower back and unzipped his suit round to the front exposing his now flaccid cock. Enough time had passed and so any remnants of the Viagra had long left Luke's bloodstream and there was no chance of him getting a boner naturally right now. It's hard to get erect when your terrified.

Mohican then did something unexpected to Luke. He covered his cock and balls in shaving cream and started to shave him down there. Now Luke had always kept things neat and tidy, he always preferred the look and feel of smooth nuts and his pubes were kept short and clipped. Mohican however wanted things even more clean and so swiftly and efficiently shaved any remaining pubes away. After he was done he threw some bottled water over Luke's crotch and admired his work.

Luke was now completely shaved. Not a single pube was left.

"What the fuck are you doing?" asked Luke. Mohican ignored the question.

Then Biker came over with a trolley. From this trolley he picked up two things. Two metal things. One was a round hoop with a small stud at the top. The other was a weird looking cock shaped set of rings joined together by a piece of metal.

Biker slipped the ring over Luke's nuts so that it sat behind them, swelling them like the cock ring had earlier. Then he got the cage and slipped it over Luke's flaccid cock. When it met the stud on the ring it snapped into place and the two were joined together. Biker then got a small lock off the trolley and padlocked the two things together.

Jack walked up to Luke and looked down at Bikers handywork.

"..right you little fuckin faggot" shouted Jack. "...you're now locked into this cage and there's no chance you're ever getting a boner or gonna cum again until I fuckin say so. You're gonna stay locked in this. Don't fuckin think I didn't notice your cock dribbling cum when you were getting stoned earlier. Or that I didn't fuckin hear you groan and moan when you huffed on the poppers. I fuckin saw it all you little wanker. And that's exactly what you can't be anymore. A wanker. Your balls are going to be fuckin ready to burst by the time I unlock your cage.. understood?"..

Luke nodded but he really didn't understand. He didn't understand any of this. How could this all me happening to him. He was terrified of these men.

Luke then had another gas mask placed over his head by Biker, this one with a large bottle attached at the front.

"...now I really really fuckin suggest you take the deepest fuckin breaths you've ever taken cos what we've got planned for you next is definitely gonna fuckin hurt. You want to be off your face with poppers you little pig.."

Luke started to breath in deeply, he knew that Jack meant what he said and wanted to be as high as possible if it dulled the pain.

As Luke snorted through the gas mask Jack and Biker undid the straps and dragged him over to another part of the dungeon.

Here was a piece of equipment that although modern in it's build, looked medieval in it's design.

Similar to the padded stool that Luke had been strapped to before this piece of apparatus had something quite different at one end though.

As Mohican forced Lukes body over the stool Biker and Jack lifted and tightened the two body straps across his back. They did these up even tighter than before and Luke cried out in pain as they were buckled up. The two men grabbed a leg each and forced them into the kneeling position. Both did up the restraints that would hold them down, four straps per leg. Two above the knee and two below. While this was being done Jack used a key to unlock one of the padlocks on the wrists cuffs attached to the metal bar. A key he had on him all along. Jack then forcably pulled that arm behind Luke's head and held it on his lower back with his knee. He then pulled the other arm with the bar still attached behind Luke as well and shoved Lukes free hand back into the metal cuff. With a click he then shut the padlock closed once again. Then Biker got two additional straps, much longer than the others and tied them around Luke's torsoe and arms, buckling them both up tightly. Luke was now straddling the bench with his arms strapped behind him and handcuffed at the wrists. His legs were strapped down to the floor so all he could move was his head.

But not for long.

For the thing that made this piece of apparatus different from the one before was that it had a set of stocks at the head end and once Luke's head and neck had been placed through it was closed shut and padlocked. Now Luke couldn't even move his head. All he could do was scream out.

But not for long.

For what they did next was truly barbaric. Over the top of the Latex mask that Luke was wearing Biker placed a head harness with a large mouth gag built in. The harness sat ontop of Luke's head, under his chin and around the back of his head were straps that were tightened up. His mouth was forcably opened by Mohican and the mouth gag was shoved in. The gag itself was a large black tube type thing. What it did was to make Luke open his mouth wide to accommodate it but the centre was hollow. This meant Luke's mouth was now being held wide open but the gap through the centre of the gag gave anyone full access to Luke's open mouth. Luke could no longer talk or scream really. All he could do was make weird noises as he tried to beg the men to stop.

So here he was, strapped down to the bench with his hands strapped down and handcuffed behind him. His legs were spread wide and also strapped down. His head was placed through a stock and he had a mouth gag on that forced his mouth wide open.

Of course what Luke could still do and in fact was encouraged to do was to cry. And cry he did.

Jack unlocked the padlock at the bottom of the zip on Lukes back. He then opened the zip downwards until Luke's perineum was nicely on display. Which of course also meant that Luke's hole was also now displayed.

His hole had taken a battering earlier by Bikers fist. It was still red and swollen, it's opening still puffed up.

What Luke didn't know was that Harness and Speedo were now entering the room. Speedo was still wearing the same outfit as before. Russian gas mask, tight black speedos, wrists straps and lace up boots. Harness was wearing something that looked more at home in an abattoir. Over the top of his chest harness and leather jock strap he wore a large leather apron. On his feet were big black boots.

What Luke also didn't see was that Speedo went over to the shelves and placed two huge tubs of fisting lube on a trolley. He then wheeled it over to behind Luke. Speedo then took the lids off both tubs and took off the wrists straps from both his arms. He then took the lube and started to lube up both arms. Not just his hands, but right up to his elbows........

Luke was going to wish he had taken much deeper huff's on the poppers very soon.....

2 days 8 hrs 14 mins 12secs..13secs..

To be continued....

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