Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2012 11:31:31 -0700 (PDT) From: Josh C Subject: Emo Becomes Chav Slave - Chapter Four Thanks to all of the people who have sent emails to me, I haven't replied to everyone but all of your emails are welcome. Get in touch at josh19eightynine@yahoo.com --- Emo Becomes Chav Slave Chapter Four --- I spent that night in front of the TV bored and thinking about what I was missing. In my mind I saw that bunch together having fun and I was home alone. What a way to start the week end. Tonight I wasn't even turned on, I didn't masturbate I was bored. I went to bed about midinight and slept on into Saturday morning. It must have been 11 before I got up, I'd spent 30 minutes lying in bed waiting for a text message from my "tormentor" but none came. This torment was worse. I showered, I got dressed, I had breakfast, I looked at my phone, I looked at my phone. It was after 12 now and I was going crazy. What would I do for the day? What was he doing? What were they doing? I kept asking myself if it was over somehow, whatever "it" was exactly. Were they through with me? By 1 o'clock I was desperate. Uncontrollably desperate. I knew how needy and pathetic I was as I picked up my phone and started to thumb out a text message, "do u need me today?" I selected "Boss" from the list of contacts and pressed send. I wondered if I should change "Boss" to "Ryan" now that I knew his name? I decided to change it in case anyone looked at my phone. "Boss" was a bit weird. The message had been sent but there was no reply. I sat a the little kitchen table staring at my phone for about ten minutes but it never vibrated, it made no sound. Nervouslly I taped my foot on the floor. Why is he not answering? Are we through? I must have been close to hysterical. I tried to watch TV but couldn't, I paced around the apartment. Answer, answer. What would I do if this was the end of it? If that had all been some weird one-off event. I actually longed to be down on my knees licking trainers. How fucked up was that? Would I go out and look for other people to do it with? I needed it. After a very long hour of waiting he replied, "later". But what did that mean? Later today or "later" a sarcastic goodbye? I sat with my phone and I waited and waited. Later came after a very long, lonely couple of hours. My mobile rang and the screen flashed up "Ryan". "Hey," I answered. "Where are you?" "I'm at home in the apartment." "Who you with?" "I'm on my own, my flatmate is away." "I'll come over, what flat number is it?" I suddenly flinched, this was another step into the world of no return. It felt so much safer if he didn't know where I lived or who I really was. It would make blakcmail or embarrasement that bit more difficult for him. Still I wanted it. I told him exactly where I lived. Forty minutes later he was at my door, I greeted him with a friendly hello, just like he was some regular friend coming round for a visit. He walked right into the apartment, looking around and scoping it out as he moved. He sat down on the sofa. "Who do you live with then, your boyfriend?" "No, just some guy who I rent with. He works" "Where is he now?" "Off on some work trip 'till Tuesday, he travels a lot." He was so relaxed sitting there on the couch. I sat down on another chair opposite him. He looked at me with a sort of grin. He was self-satisified and superior, like he really had something on me. His blue eyes sparkled a little bit. I was sort of fixated on him. He had short dark brown hair flicked at the front. He was wearing his usual white addidas trainers and socks, shiny black nike trackies with NIKE written in white written a few inches up the back of one leg. On top he wore a white and navy nike winderunner top and underneath it a blue Chelsea shirt. Well, now I know who he supports, I thought. "What are you doing?" "Nothing really." "So, why did you text me?" "I was bored and I wanted to see if you wanted me for anything?" His grin grew pretty big when I said that. "Like...?" "Like I dunno, like the other night." "You really go off on that?" "Yeah," I said barely believing that I could admit it. "And you want to do it again?" "Yeah." "I'm thirsty, have you got a coke?" He switched the subject abrupty. I got up and headed for the fridge. There was one unopened can of coke. I handed it to him. He didn't say thanks. He took a few gulps of the coke and thought for a minute or two. "Take off your clothes." This came out of the blue but I wasn't really surprised now. I mean after the trainer licking and the spit. I nervously took off my converse and then my t-shirt and finally my tight red jeans. I was stood there in front of him in that small lving room/kitchen wearing only very tight white briefs with a red band, a small chain around my neck and two friendship bracelets on my left wrist. My cock was very obviosuly bursting to get out of my briefs. "I don't know if you look gayer like this or in the clothes you normally wear. You sure the bloke you live  with isn't your boyfriend or something?" I shook my head, "No, no I'm not gay." "Get over here on your knees bitch and lick my trainers. I was playing footie in the park so you can see there not so clean." Truthfully, I enjoyed having my face down in his trainers running my tongue all over them, tasting little patches of grass stain and muck and trying to get them off. After a couple of minutes of this trainer worship because I didn't seem to be getting them clean, I was worshiping this lad's trainers, Ryan bent over in his seat and took me roughly by the hair. He bent my head back so I was looking into his face. "You really are a complete bitch aren't you? You must be the most fucked up person I've ever met." His eyes turned cruel and with his other hand he got hold of my fake silver necklace and ripped it off my neck. It didn't hurt so much but I was kind of shocked. He stuffed it in his pocket. He stood up and pushed past my kneeling figure. He leaned his against the wall beside the sofa. "Come over here. No! Stay on your knees." As I half slid accross on my knees he slipped his tracksuit pants down to his knees. He was wearing tight briefs too. I guessed what was coming. When I got closer to him he put a finger on the bulge in his underwear and said "Smell it". I leaned in and took deep breath, it was a mix of sweat and cum and washing power. I was dizzy. Quickly he pulled down his briefs, "Open up!" In an instant his cock was in my mouth. I wasn't gay, I'd never even touched a guy before but here I was sucking cock. I didn't get a lot of it in my mouth and Id idn't know what I was doing so I started to suck and moved my tongue around. I grabbed his butt checks for some stability. He held on to my shoulders/neck. I sucked furiously and he quickly exploded in my mouth. For the first time in my life I tasted cum. It gathered in my mouth. I don't know if I loved it or hated it but I loved being in this position. I could not deny that. With his cock still in my mouth I poined my eyes upwards to look at Ryan's expression. His eyes were closed and there was a looking of sheer pleasure on his face. He was in the middle of a preety good orgasm. He was young maybe he'd never even had a girl suck his cock before. Slowly he withdrew, and looked down at me, "Swallow it." I took a big gulp and felt kind of sick. "Give me your t shirt". I handed him the t shirt I'd just taken off and he used it to wipe his cock before putting it back in his briefs and pulling up his pants. He looked down at me kneeling before him. "So now you're a cocksucker too." I tried to smile at him, it was pretty weak though. "Get me another coke." "That was the last one." "Well get dressed and go to the shops and get me one then." Obediently I got dressed again and slipped some coins in my pocket. The front of my t-shirt was marked with saliva and cum after he'd wiped his dick with it. I went to put my jacket on but Ryan spoke, "No, it's alright." He said it like he was doing me a favour. "I want everyone to see my cum on your t shirt." I left my jacket and went out. The cold outside really hit me and so did a sudden awareness of what I'd done. I'd actually sucked his cock, he was right I was not a cocksucker walking down the street. Could anyone tell? Of course, the stain on the t shirt could have been coke or water or anything. That mean't nothing, except to me. I knew what it was. He was a real asshole for sending me out for another coke though, it was a good ten minute walk to the shop and then ten minutes back. I got two cokes in case. I didn't want to walk down again. When I got back to the apartment he was happily watching TV. He told me to put the coke in the fridge. "Should I take my clothes off again?" I asked as I was now back in the apartment. "No bitch, it's alright" he laughed. I sat down on a chair. We both sat there for about an hour watching TV. We didn't say much to each other. Eventually Ryan stood up. I was still so horny, turned on by sight of his clothes. Though I wouldn't be seen in public like that in a million years there was something about the way a lot of those lads dressed and looked that really turned me on. I never really dressed like that though because it was a little bit "common" and I always thought just too uncool. Not me. But the rustle of his shiny trackies as he moved made me harder. "Let's have a look in your room then." I led him into my bedroom, it was a bit of a mess. Not much in it really. A laptop, lots of clothes thrown around. Ryan just stood there an looked around it for a minute, looked in the wardrobe, in my drawers. Maybe he thought he was going to find something embarrassing but I didn't have anything to be embarrased about. "Bend over the bed, go on lean your hands on the bed and lean over." Just as I did as he said and leaned over I heard a quick noise and vicious pain accross my arse. I half screamed but not too loudly. He had spotted a heavy punk style belt I had on the end of my bed and was whipping my ass with it. It was made up of all pointed black and white segments and so was really painful. He hit me four times with it and my ass was burning, it really hurt. "Ahhh," I let out the pain as I stood up. He just looked me right in the eyes. "Your flatmate isn't around tomorrow?" "No." "You got a free place?" "Yeah." "Well we'll have a party then for me and some of the lads, make sure you have some cans in. We'll be over tomorrow afternoon." "Ok". "You want to suck my cock again before I go." "Yeah," I answered. I was surprised at the eagerness in my voice. "Well beg then if you want it." "Please let me suck your cock, please let me suck it. I really liked having it in my mouth earlier, please let me suck you off again..." Somewhere outside my body I could hear my voice bouncing back at me. Was I crazy? What was I saying? But on some level I wanted it, fucked up as it was I wanted to suck his cock again. I was on my knees now and he looked down at me. He always seemed to be looking down at me. "Maybe tomorrow bitch, why don't you lick my trainers for now." I started to lick the the white leather again. He grabbed me by the hair, "Tomorrow." He walked out of my room and I followed him to the front door. He left.