Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2019 19:58:38 +0000 From: Alan Rutherford Subject: Humiliated by young chavs - submission 4 At this point I was genuinely speechless and afraid. I couldn't even speak to beg the lads to release me, instead I just stood there shaking with my eyes facing the floor. "Fucking look at me then gayboy" shouted Sam aggressively as he grabbed my face. With that he let a ball of spit fly into my face. "Now fucking strip, you're not gonna need that shit running gear here." I remained still and looked at Sam helplessly. Suddenly he slapped me hard across my face. "Get the fuck on with it" said Kaylum. I began to take my top off, fumbling as I tried to combat my shaky hands. "Nah man" said Junaid as he approached me and pulled my top back down. "You're gonna give us a show, give us a proper strip tease, I wanna see you dance for us." The other lads seemed to like this suggestion. "Nice one J" laughed Darren. This was so humiliating. I can't dance at all, let alone without music and with a menacing bunch of lads laughing at me. Afti slapped my arse "Come on then slut, show us your moves." I began to strip off, as sexily as I could, while the lads fell into fits of laughter. As I took off my top and revealed my scrawny, slightly chubby body, they laughed even more. "Fuck me those moves are some proper white boy shit" sniggered Junaid. "I had bigger muscles than that when I was 5." I removed my shorts and socks and was left with just my boxers standing in the way of being completely naked. The fear meant my hardon had long gone and my dick had shrivelled up. Mikey must have sensed my hesitation about removing my underwear as he walked behind me and swiftly yanked my boxers up as hard as he could, giving me a crippling wedgie. I shouted out in pain but two of the others held me still while he continued to pull them up as high as they'd go. I felt my face go red and began to tear up due to the pain. Luckily Mikey released his grip. "Now fucking take them off" he snarled in my ear. Without a moment's hesitation, I removed my boxers and stood completely naked in front of the muscley, sexy and intimidating chavs. Immediately they pointed at my limp dick and all laughed and shouted abuse. "What the fuck is that?" said Kaylum as he walked over and slapped my cock and balls. "That's the smallest dick I've ever seen." The humiliation of this was indescribable and I could feel myself blushing helplessly. All of a sudden, the mood changed again as Sam picked the chain and handcuffs back up. His mates held me still while my hands were cuffed securely behind my back and the dog chain was fastened round my neck. This was it, I had no way out at all. As Sam grabbed my hair and released another ball of spit into my face, the fear overwhelmed me and all of a sudden I began pissing myself, as I stared at the floor ashamedly. Some of the lads laughed and called me a "fucking baby", but Kaylum didn't see the funny side. Once the flow of piss had stopped, he grabbed my chain and yanked me to the floor, rubbing my face in the puddle of piss I had created like you would to a puppy to teach it not to do it again. "You pathetic cunt, who the fuck pisses themselves at your age?" He put his Nike on my head and pressed down, leaving me face down in my own piss. "Clean that shit up you perv, get your tongue out." I guessed I had little choice and it was me who made the mess. I began to lick it up as quickly as I could. "Thirsty you sick fucker?" shouted Darren, clearly noticing the speedy job I was doing. "Bet hes into shit like that" laughed Mikey. I'd never tasted piss before and it was stronger than I could have imagined. I gagged slightly as I struggled to finish the cleaning duty. As I lapped the last of the disgusting piss off the floor, Kaylum grabbed my boxer shorts and used them to wipe up the remnants from the damp floor. He then instructed all his mates to spit on them, before finally releasing a really phlegmy ball of his own. "Open wide sicko" he said, before shoving the boxers in my mouth, leaving me to taste the various fluids and unable to beg for help. "You're gonna think about what you've done while me and the lads chill out. We'll let you think of a suitable punishment. You better have come up with something pretty fucking good by the time we let you out." Sam and Junaid grabbed me by the chain and marched me upstairs towards a cupboard with a sweaty smell coming from it. I tried to beg the lads not to lock me in but it was no use with the boxers leaving me unable to communicate aside from a muffled, pathetic cry. The cupboard was small and dark, but I could see it was full of dirty footie gear and used underwear and socks. Being gagged, I could only breathe in through my nose. The lads threw me in the cupboard and just before slamming the door shut, Sam released a loud fart. "Enjoy perv", the two lads laughed as the door slammed shut and was bolted. I sat in the dark, with the smell of fart and sweat in my nostrils and the taste of piss and spit in my mouth. How the fuck was I going to get out of this, I thought. End of Part 4. Thanks again for all your feedback and suggestions, keep em coming.