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The flight had taken less than an hour, but with getting to the airport and all the security bullshit you’d have been quicker taking the train. But the trains were on strike, so here you are waiting at a baggage carousel when you could be chilling in the Airbnb you’ve booked for your week working in the Manchester office.

At least there is some eye candy to check out while you wait for your bag. You spot a cute lad in shiny trackies and a puffa jacket waiting by the carousel. He’s chavvy looking and you chuckle to yourself “bet he goes for rough stuff.” While you're watching him a chavvy looking airport employee walks up to him and they chat for a couple of minutes.

The two lads both look towards you and you look away. You hope they didn’t notice you staring at them? When you look back again the lad in the hi vis has taken a holdall from his mate and is walking away laughing. Okay they probably didn’t notice you staring. Finally the alarm sounds and bags start to drop down the cute onto the carousel.

It seems like all the other bags dropped down the chute ages ago and there is no sign of yours, but finally it comes tumbling down and edges its way along to you. You grab it in a hurry and head to the Metrolink station where you just manage to get on a tram before the doors close.  You are so ready to get to your Airbnb, take a shower and head to the Gay Village for a couple of drinks.

As you sit down you realise the chavvy lad you saw at the airport is sitting 2 seats away. He stares at you with a menacing half smirk. Fuck. He must have noticed you checking out him and his mate in baggage reclaim. You’ve heard of people getting beaten up for this kind of minor slight. Shit he probably has a knife? You can’t wait to get off the tram and into the safety of your Airbnb.

After a very uncomfortable 20 minutes the lad stands to get off the tram midway between the airport and the city centre. You jump slightly as he deliberately shoves into you when he passes your seat on his way to the platform where he is greeted by two of his mates. As the tram pulls away from their stop they turn and look directly at you half smirking, half sneering.

Christ, your heart feels like it’s going to explode out of your chest. Part of you felt terrified by this menacing lad, but part of you also felt turned on by the encounter. He was fit as fuck and, if you’re honest, the smell of Lynx body spray, weed and cigs was a little bit intoxicating. You could definitely have had some fun with him.

After another 15 minutes or so the tram arrives at your stop in the city centre. You pull out your phone and find the Airbnb on in Google Maps. It’s a 2 minute walk and the Gay Village is only 4 minutes away from there so you can look forward to some fun relaxing after work in the evenings while you are up here. You notice another couple of chav lads on the platform. You're seeing them everywhere now!

Finally you arrive at the Airbnb. You key the code into the keypad of the building, take the lift to the 7th floor and let yourself into the apartment. Pretty nice place. Hip modern vibe to it. You throw your holdall onto the bed, kick your shoes off, and strip ready to freshen up in the shower. You notice a little welcome basket in the kitchen. That’s a nice touch. You will check it out when you’re feeling revitalised.

You turn the shower up nice and hot and step in. After nearly a whole day travelling it feels so good as the pulsing water hits your skin. Oh fuck. You realise you left your toiletries bag in your holdall but there is a shower gel bottle in the shower. Lynx Africa. Really not your thing, but it will save you getting out and traipsing water over the floor of the bedroom and rummaging around in your holdall.

You squeeze out some gel and start lathering yourself. Actually this smells pretty good. Is it the same fragrance that you smelt earlier on the tram? Yeah it’s what the chav lad smelt of. Your cock twitches a little as you think about that lad again. Lathering your cock and balls your cock hardens and your face reddens as you think about playing with a bit of rough like him.

Oh man, that shower felt so good. Feeling refreshed, you grab a towelling robe from a hook next to the shower and head back into the bedroom to get some clean clothes on before you head out for a drink and something to eat. You unzip a pocket on your holdall but instead of your regular body spray you pull out a can of .... Lynx Africa. What the fuck? You’ve never bought Lynx Africa in your life.

You hurriedly open the main part of your holdall, but instead of your clothes for the week you find clothes that you don’t recognise. A shiny Nike tracksuit, a North Face t shirt, and an EA7 puffa jacket. Where the hell have you clothes gone? You pull all the clothes out of the holdall, but the only other things in there are CK boxer briefs, white Nike socks, and a pair of sneakers.

How the hell has this happened? Did you pick up the wrong bag at the airport? No, your nametag is still attached to the bag. This is your bag. Where the fuck are YOUR clothes and how the fuck did these clothes get in YOUR bag? You grab your phone to call the airline but it’s out of juice. Where’s the charger? Shit it’s not in your bag either.

Okay calm down. You will just have to wear these clothes while you figure out what has happened and how you’re going to fix it. You put on the boxer briefs. Oh these are a really nice fit. A bit more form fitting that your usual boxers, but you like how they look when you see yourself in the mirror. They certainly show off your bulge nicely.

Once you’ve put on the socks and t shirt you pull on the tracksuit pants. The shiny nylon material does feel nice to touch. You run your hand across it and feel your cock starting to get hard. Wow, you’ve never got turned on by your clothes before, but to be fair you’ve never worn nylon trackies before.

You pick up the top and put it on. In the mirror it’s like a different person looking back at you. You would never have thought this gear would suit you, but now it seems like a really good look. Where are those sneakers? You pull the pair of Nike TN’s out of the holdall. You’ve never worn sneakers like this before. They look pretty new but are they pre worn?

You really don’t want to wear someone else’s shoes. That would just be gross. You hold a sneaker to your nose and take a quick sniff. Oh they are definitely pre worn. Yep that’s gross. But if it’s gross why are you now sitting on the bed sniffing the sneaker and rubbing your crotch through the trackies. Fuck this scent actually smells really good. Like the lad on the tram. Nothing wrong with wearing these.

As you slide your feet into the sneakers you feel a pleasurable warmth permeate your body. You look in the mirror and you see a stranger staring back in awe. Your hairstyle has become shorter and is totally shaved on the sides. You have a cocky expression on your face. You have a massive throbbing bulge in your pants. This is such a fucking turn on.

Suddenly your mobile rings, snapping you out of your trance. Wait, your phone is dead. How can it be ringing? You look around and realise there is a phone in the pocket of the puffa jacket. You pick it up and answer “Um hello? Who is this?”

“Sup bro. Hope ya like yer new look. I’m yer alpha. My name’s Liam. This is yer life now now init. Yer name is Callum now and this is yer phone now. Get yer old phone, take out the SIM and break it yeh? You just left yer old life behind.”

Without thinking you do as you are told, destroying the SIM and stamping on the phone for good measure. “Yeh I done that bro,” you reply, not recognising the strange voice coming out of your mouth. “What next?”

“You see the welcome basket in the kitchen? Yeh? Well in there is a lighter, some smokes, a bag of weed, some papers, a chain and a couple of rings. Get the bling on ya. The smokes and weed you can figure out what to do wiv init. There’s some red bulls in the fridge and a bottle of vodka. See ya in about 30 init. Get a couple of joints lined up bro.” And Liam hangs up.

You put on the chain and rings and look at yourself again in the mirror. How the fuck did you get piercings?. You must have been pierced all along init. Yeah they look sick wiv the other bling init.

You grab the vodka and Red Bull from the fridge and make a drink. Yeh that feels fuckin better init. Where’s them cigs? You pack the cigs and take one out. Lighting it you take a drag and cough wildly. Oh fuck that’s nasty, but you take another drag and then another, each one more enjoyable than the last as you smoke the cigarette and drink your vodka and Red Bull.

Now on to the weed. Even though you’ve never rolled a joint before your fingers seem to know exactly what they are doing and you soon have 3 long joints laying in front of you on the table, when you hear the front door of the apartment open. Looking up you see two lads in ballys in trackies and puffas standing in front of you.

“Sup Callum. I’m Liam init. This is Tyler. You’re looking fuckin’ mint bro. You ready for some fun? He steps forward and starts to grind his trackies against yours, his hands roaming all over your body as you moan in pleasure. You should feel threatened, but you want to submit to your new chav bros.

You smell a sweet aroma and realise that Tyler has lit one of the joints you made. Liam breaks away and lights a second joint. He takes a deep hit and nods for you to take it from him. Half an hour ago you’d never smoked a cigarette before and now you are smoking weed like a fuckin’ boss init. Fuck yeah this shit is good.

Laughing, they take off their ballys and you see that Liam is the lad from the airport and tram, and Tyler is the baggage handler lad. “So you like that then bruv?” laughs Liam. “Let’s do these spliffs, ave a couple of vodka Red Bulls and then head down to The Eagle. It’s Snker tonight. You ain’t gotta be nowhere tomorrow, so you can play out late tonight init.”

As you smoke weed and drink vodka Red Bulls with your new mates, you can’t remember what it was you were supposed to be doing tomorrow. The you remember that the construction job you were working on last week has finished and you have a few days before you start work on a new building site. Fucking sorted!

Transformation pt. 2- The Hair

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I’m a scally fag in my white socks and shiny adidas trackies, ripe for the taking by a dom chav. 😈

Ty 1

Being a chav or scally is like embracing idiocy as a way of life. It’s like admitting, ‘yeah people are gonna think I’m as dumb as a rock and that’s fine’. Accepting that your career will be a varied choice of either cleaning out rubbish or doing simple manual labour as a tradie. That your interests will be small and narrow like your brain.

You may recall a time when such ideas were off-putting or ‘wrong’. Back when you had misguided aspirations to make something of your life. But then you saw how much easier it was to do just the bare minimum in life. Why spend all your free time worrying about ‘the future’ when instead you can loiter about and do fuck all. Coasting by. You saw others do it, doing nothing. Dropping out of higher education to end up as binmen, or working at McDonald’s. They seemed happier, more carefree.

Nothing. You could do nothing too. You wagered that it didn’t take much effort to do nothing. You could give your brain a much needed rest. Of course that’s how it always starts. A ‘rest’, a ‘break’. ‘Just for a little bit’. It’s not long before you catch yourself struggling to find the appropriate words in an interview. The ‘huhs?’ and ‘whats?’. The swears slipping out at inappropriate moments. The unconscious way you start to adjust your cock when out and about. The increasing habit of just shutting off your thoughts when someone talks for more than 30 seconds. Sliding further and further into that idealised image of a chav, a scally. A thick head.

Eventually, someone calls you a moron and it just clicks. A moron. Yeah, that was what you were. What you wanted to be. Something even you could aim for. How did it take you so long to realise? Well, obviously, it was because you were a moron. The thought makes you chuckle dimly. It’s at that point where there’s no going back. Not that you wanted to anyway. You were having so much fun not having to care, about anything. Everything else happens so quickly. Shaving your head, buying a bunch of gear. Picking the football team that would define your personality. Leaving your stressful job and getting your new hi-vis uniform. It was a blur. Soon enough, you find yourself standing outside your new flat in your dirty tracksuit, sipping a lager. You know it’s all over the second someone shouts out ‘mate’ to you in the street and you repeat the word back, slowly.

‘Maaaate’.

It’s then you know. Know, you truly are a complete and utter idiot.

Chav TF

Barty was an average guy. He would go to college, do his work, go home then play video games. Not many people really knew Barty he didn’t have many friends and was a bit of a loner. Barty was fairly short and would usually wear normal clothes like a jumper and jeans, so he never really stood out.Usually, Barty would keep to himself, but he would speak out to do the right thing. This would soon land Barty in a strange situation.

At the college there was a variety of different people and cliques. There were the jocks, the nerds, the rich kids and even a group of just weirdos. Barty didn’t have a problem with anyone at college, except a groups of lads who would regularly get into trouble. This group of lads was known as the chavs. They were the lads that got into trouble on the daily and usually for tracksuits or sportswear. Barty has sometimes found them doing rebellious activities like spray painting on the college walls or even selling stuff at double the price to other kids. Barty has always reported anything bad, but the chavs never found out it was him.

One day Barty went to the toilet and found 2 of the chav lads in there. They were laughing but quickly hid something when they heard Barty walk through the door. It was unclear what was going on but it seemed to be no good. “What you looking at lad?” Said one of the chavs with a sneering face. Quickly, Barty went into one of the stalls and peeked through the gap to see what was happening. One of the lads pulled out a lit cigarette and put it in his mouth. They were smoking in the toilets. This was a serious issue, they could set off the fire alarm and disrupt the whole college. Barty knew he had to say something but if he did then the lads would know it was him. After about 1 minute of thinking what to do, Barty decided to say something. He walked out the bathroom leaving the 2 lads in there. They tried covering their faces, but Barty found a teacher nearby, who went in there immediately.

Barty went away quickly to avoid the lads from seeing him when they leave the toilet. The chav lads got a week long detention for smoking in the toilets. They weren’t happy and by association the whole group landed in detention. Unfortunate for Barty they knew he was the one that ratted them out. While in detention the chavs were plotting what to do. “Mate what we gonna do with that rat?” said one of the lads. “We should bang him up” shouted another lad. “Nah let’s grafiti his house” suggested another. The leader of the chavs looked at his crew with a devious look. “Lads, if he has a problem with us then why not show him the way”. The rest of the gang were confused, wondering what that meant. “What you mean, boss” one of the chavs questioned. “It’s simple bruv, our friend does know much about us, so let’s show him what we are. Plus we need another body to be our lookout. He is trusted by the teachers, he would make a perfect alibi”. The gang nodded. They knew what had to be done so they began scheming.

The lads knew what they had to do. Each had a key role in the plan. The first part was in action. Two of the lads waited for Barty to walk out of college. About 20 mins later. Barty was in sight. He walked down the cobbled steps and began walking towards the town as he usually does. The two chavs followed from a distance waiting to strike. Barty didn’t know about the two lads behind him and continued his usual path. He walked through the town and took a turn into an alleyway. This was the chavs chance to strike. They grabbed hold of Barty, knocking him out cold.

The chav lads grabbed a can from their pocket. It was a small silver can of beer that you couldn’t find at the supermarket. It had a label on the side in a typical cheap beer can style. The lads cracked open the can and a hiss came out of it. The lad in the grey tracksuit grabbed Barty’s head and held his mouth open. The other lad began pouring the can’s contents down Barty’s mouth. “Drink up lad, every last drop” sniggered the lad. Once all the beer had been downed. The lads took Barty’s wallet, to make it look like a mugging, then walked off.

After about 10 minutes, Barty woke up wondering what had happened. He felt a little dizzy but other than that he felt fine. He got up off the floor and checked he still had everything. “Fuck me wallet” sighed Barty in an unfamiliar voice. His voice seemed deeper than usual. “Must be coming down with something” he thought to himself. He didn’t think much of it and walked home. It was darker than usual, when Barty walked home. He noticed that the streets were full of completely different people. Instead of the usual people commuting from work, the streets were filled of chavy lads dressed in tracksuits causing mischief. Barty didn’t want any trouble so walked through the streets as quickly as possible.

The next day Barty woke up and had a headache. He didn’t know why, but his head was pounding. He took some paracetamol and took off for college. Along the way, Barty decided to have a look for his wallet, but there was no luck there. Barty’s head was still hurting, the paracetamol wasn’t doing a thing. His head was throbbing, he had to do something about it. As he walked a long the road he saw a corner shop. He thought he could get some more pain killers, but he then realised he had no wallet, so no money. He went in anyway and hoped there would be someone who could help.

As he walked up to the door of the shop he noticed a lad in a black tracksuit smoking outside. He went up and hoped the lad would help him. “Yo mate, can you help a bruva” asked Barty in a confused manner. Barty had never spoken like that before and again his voice seemed deeper, even deeper than yesterday. Plus it sounded like he had an accent, like a rough London accent. “Yeh bruv, what you need?” replied the lad. Barty explained his situation to the chav, who was happy to help. The lad popped into the shop and came back out after a couple of minutes. “Here you are bruv” said the lad handing over a can of some kind of drink and a protein bar. The drink looked like an energy drink. “Get that down ya, you’ll be sorted mate”. Barty thanked the lad and cracked the can open and sipped the drink on his way to college.

Once Barty had got to college, he realised his headache had gone. Whatever threat drink was it did the trick and the protein bar was good too. Barty felt like he had a boost of confidence for the day. This was turning out to be a good day for Barty, and the day has only just begun. After Barty’s lessons he went to grab some lunch and sit on the football field. Barty would usually just stay in the cafeteria but it was a nice day and he thought it would be a nice change. As he walked out the doors he bumped into the lad from the corner shop.

“Yo bruv, alright?” asked the chav lad. “Lad, cheers for the help earlier, you alright bruv?” responded Barty, again he noticed his voice was still not the same as usual. Although, he was less bothered by it, his new voice was growing on him. “Bruv can you help a man out, miss is gonna come round that corner, can ya cover for me mate?”. The lad waited for Barty to respond, but before he could a teacher appeared from the corner.

“Yo miss, I ain’t done nothing. Man can vouch for me”. The teacher turned to Barty looking at him with the a glaring look. Barty knew he had to tell the truth and the lad has probably done something. Despite that, Barty didn’t know if he had done anything and the lad did help him earlier. Barty had a strange feeling about this, almost like he had to stick up for the lad because of some pact or brotherhood. While contemplating this, Barty had forgotten the teacher staring him down. He had to answer now. “Nah miss, man has been with me, we about to go to the field, you get me” answered Barty in a confident tone. “Very well off you go then, but I am watching you both” said the teacher as she turned to walk away.

“Yo cheers bruv, you’re sound lad. You wanna come hang with my bruvas?” Said the chav lad. Barty was flattered by the offer, but wasn’t sure if that would be best. What would the other chavs think or do. Batty didn’t want any trouble despite his new found confidence and friend. “Cheers for the offer bruv, but man’s got some business to see to”. Barty was apprehensive about what could happen next. “No problem lad, I wanna repay ya for not ratting me out. Meet me at the mall later on” said the lad in black. “Alright mate” Barty agreed, as his new friend swaggered away to the college gate.

The college day went as usual after lunch. Barty had his afternoon lessons and began to walk home. He remembered what the guy from lunch said. There was no harm in meeting the guy, he seemed friendly. As Barty approached the alleyway towards his usual route home, he continued down the road towards the mall. The mall was busy at this time of the day, so it was hard to find the guy from lunch. Barty searched the whole mall but couldn’t see the guy. Just as Barty was about to leave, his phone pinged. It was a friend request on Snapchat. Barty added the account and saw a message. It was the guy from earlier. The message read: Yo lad, not gonna make it. But my mate Cal is there instead. He’s at JD. Btw me name’s Kai.

Barty made his way up to JD Sports. He had never been in the store himself, as they mainly sell clothes and shoes from Nike and Adidas. As Barry climbed the stairs he noticed a lad waiting there in a blue tracksuit. The lad looked over at Barty and began walking towards him. “Oi you must be Barty, the names Cal” said the lad with a rough accent. “Yeh, I’m Barty mate. You got something for me?”. The lad reached into his pocket and pulled out a chain full of diamonds on it. He passed it to Barty, who was a bit confused what was going on. “You helped us get away with a mad plan, so here’s your cut bruv”. Barty didn't know what he got himself into but didn't want to seem rude or cause a fight. Barty took the chain from the lad. “Put it on lad, you'll look fire” said the lad with a nod of encouragement. Barty clasped the chain on this neck. It felt cold against his skin. Before Barty could say anything Cal had walked into JD sports. Nothing left to do but go home.

It's a new day and Barty hasn't woken up with a headache so its already going better than yesterday. Barty got in the shower and then started to get ready for the day. The chain he was given last night was staring at him from his bedside table. He grabbed the chain and put it on in the mirror. The chain looked good and made Barry feel confident and tough. Barty’s phone began to buzz, he had a message from Kai. It read: How’s it going lad, how's the chain? Barty responded with a picture. Kai texted back: Looking good lad, that chains fire. You should get a trim, would look fire”. Barry didn't have time to get his haircut though, college was about to start, so he had to leave quick.

At college, Barty walked into his lesson 5 mins late. This has never happened to Barty before. The teacher didn't seem to have a problem with it and just continued as normal. As the lesson continued, Barty found himself getting bored and not interested in the lesson. The only thing on Barty’s mind was how good he looked with his new chain. He phone buzzed in his pocket, it was another friend request this time from Cal. Barty accepted and found a message from Cal. Oi lad, come hang with the lads this lunch it said. Barty was still uneasy about being around the chavs. They seemed to be nice, but he didn't want to get mixed up with any trouble.

Barty needed an excuse, his mind was going blank. Cal message again with question marks. Without a moments thought Barty respond. Cheers lad, but man needs a fresh trim. About a minute passed before Cal messaged back: Fair one bruv, you should go to the barbers with Max he's getting a trim at lunch. Why did Barty say he wanted a haircut, he only had it cut a couple of weeks ago, now he might have to go with some chav lad to a random barbers. Barty didn't know what to say but couldn't turn them down. Despite what the chav lads get up to, they have been friendly almost like brothers to Barty. At the end of the lesson Barty agreed to the plan and got sent the location of the barbers.

When it was lunchtime, Barty left college to go to the barbers. If he just got a quick snip, he would able to get back in time for his next lecture. The barber was on the other side of town on a back street that Barty hadn't ever been to. It was rough part of town, a lot of gang activity took place there. There wasn't much that could be done now, Barty couldn't bail on the lads. Luckily, nothing happened to Barty on his way to the barber. In front of the shop was a lad in a Nike tracksuit and gillet. That must be Max.

“Good to see ya lad, the fellas in here are sound. They'll have you looking fresh in no time”. They walked into the barbers and got sat right away. “What can I do for ya lads?” the barber asked. In all the time it took to get to the barbers, Barty forgot he still didn't have a wallet. Barty’s face changed from a normal look to a mixture of panic and embarrassment. Before Barty could say or do anything, Max called the barber over. “Don't worry bruv, it's on me” said Max with a cheeky grin on his face.

The barber started to get to work on Barty’s hair. He began shaving the sides and back down to skin. Slowly blending the sides and back into the top. He grabbed the scissors and began cutting the top to a short length but still enough to style. “Give me a sec mate just gonna grab some product” said the barber as he walked off into the back. Barty looked into the mirror and saw a completely different person. He had never had his hair cut to a skin fade. The barber came back in to the room with a pot of powder. He sprinkled some into Barty’s hair and styled it into a straight fringe. After all that work, Barty’s haircut was done. He looked like he had just come from a council estate, which was normal for the chav lads, but not Barry. Max was finished before Barty and was waiting outside.

Barty walked outside to see Max having a smoke. “Looking fresh bruv” he cheered as he fist-bumped Barty. “You want a smoke mate?” he asked holding out a pack of cigarettes. “Nah bruv, I gotta go, cheers for the trim”. Being peer-pressured to get a haircut was one thing, but smoking was too far. Before Barty could walk of the barber came out and handed him a pot of the gel. “Just two scoops like I showed ya mate” he said before walking back into the store. On his way back, Barty looked at the time, it was 1:30 he had been at the barbers for an hour. He was so late for his lesson, that he wouldn't be able to get back in time for any of it. He quickly emailed the teacher and made up an excuse, saying he felt I'll and left college. Well there's not much else to do but go home.

Along the way home Barty saw 2 lads sat in the park. They were both wearing red track suits and seemed to be up to no good. As went to go past them they stood up and blocked the way. “Give us your shoes, bruv” shouted one of the lads. This had never happened to Barty before, he was unsure how to play it. Instinctively, Barty wanted to back away, but he didn’t. He felt as if thoughts were seeping into his mind. Barty looked at the lads and responded with a slick attitude . “Fuck off lads”. The two were taken aback but were determined to get Barty’s shoes. They push him to the ground, grabbed the shoes off Barty’s feet and ran. Barty got up but there was no point running after them, so he walked back home.

As Barty went up to his room, he felt his phone vibrate. He jumped on his bed and open up Snapchat. He saw Max had added him as a friend. Within a couple of days Barty had gone from no friends to three of them. Barty added Max back and saw a message from him. “What’s on lad” Max had said. Barty messaged back and explained he got mugged again but this time it was his shoes. While Barty waited for Max to respond, he looked at himself in the mirror. Looking into the mirror, Barty focused on his new haircut. It had grown on him, he felt it made him look tough and like a bit of a stud. Normally Barry wouldn't be into having a haircut like his, but today he couldn't imagine his hair as anything but his new trim.

Barty's phone puzzled in the background, bring Barty’s attention back to reality. An hour or so must have passed by as it was now night time. Barty picked up his phone and saw it was another message from Max. “Fuck that's out of order bruv. We’ll sort ya out tomorrow. Me and the lads been thinking you need a fresh look to go with that boss trim.”. This got Barty wondering about what Max meant. Since being around the chav lads Barty had experienced changes he wouldn’t have made by himself. Strangely though, Barty liked the new him. He felt more confident and was finally making friends. It was getting late and college was tomorrow so Barty went to bed waiting to see what was in store.

The next morning rolled in and Barty got up and got ready, showered, did his hair just how the barber showed him and popped his chain on. As Barty opened the door, he noticed a chav lad waiting there. “Alright bruv?” Said the chav holding his hand to come in for a chest bump. Barty grabbed his hand and the two bumped chest. “Yeh mate, how’s it” replied Barty. “Not too bad bruv, Maxy boy said you needed some gear” said the lad. Barty was unsure what to say. Before he could speak the lad stepped through the door. “Nice gaff you have mate, where’s your room at?”. Barty showed the lad up to his room. “The names Josh but the lads call me Jay, wheres your trackies at mate”. Josh opened up Barty’s wardrobe to find just some unbranded t-shirts, some trousers and the odd jumper. “Mate you’re gonna need all new gear, come with me, we’re going JD lad” Josh said. “Cal and Kai can sort this out”. “What you mean bruv” asked Barty. Josh told him not to worry and trust a bruva.

Barty and Josh walk out the front door. As Barty begins locking up, josh pulls a cigarette from his ear and lights it. “You want one bruv” asks Josh as he blows a cloud of smoke. “Nah, you’re alright lad” Barty replied as he began to walk towards town. “Oí mate what you doing, get in me corsa”. Josh pointed to a black car. It looked like it had been modified. The car was quite low down and had a couple of scratches but as a whole looked in decent condition. The inside smelled of smoke and there were JD sports bags in the back. “You ready mate?” Said Josh and Barty nodded.

Driving to JD was fun. Josh liked to speed down the streets but he was full of chat. He talked about the football game on last night, about the sex he had last night and his car. Barty ad Josh arrived at JD in record time. The two walked into JD and Josh went straight to the Nike section. He picked out a grey Nike tech fleece tracksuit and a black T-shirt. He swaggered over to the trainers and picked up a pair of Nike Air Maxes and a couple of other small things. “Go try this on mate” said Josh pointing towards the changing room. Barty walked into the changing room and put down all the clothes picked out for him.

All the clothes weren’t anything Barty would pick out himself, but Josh seemed like a nice lad. Barty didn’t want to disappoint Josh, he felt like a brother already. Slowly Barty put on the tracksuit followed by the shoes, a cap, gloves and a puffer jacket. There was no mirror in the changing room so Barty couldn’t see what he look like. He walked out the room with the clothes on to show Josh. Josh was at the till handing over some cash and grabbing two JD sports bags. He swaggered over to Barty. “Looking fire, bruv. How’s it feel” said Josh passing over a JD bag. “Feels alright mate” Barty replied. “Nice mate, just pull them trackies down and you will be sorted. Got ya some other gear and lads have sorted you out back at your gaff”. He pulled Barty’s trackies down so that Barty’s boxers were visible. Barty put the JD bad around him and the two walked out the shop.

As they walked out the shop Josh got a call on his phone. “Give me a sec mate” he said before answering and walking off for privacy. College had started and Barty was thinking about the fact that he would be late to his lecture. Barty picked up his phone and began writing an email then realised he had another friend request this time from Josh. By now Josh had finished his call and was walking over. “Mate we gotta catch up with the lads ya know” said Josh. Barty really should be getting to college, but Josh did just buy him a whole outfit. “Yeh no problem Josh mate” Barty responded. “Mate, you’re a bruva now, call me Jay”. The two walked back to the corsa and zoomed off.

The corsa came to a holt, when they reached the location. Barty got out the car to see a complex of flats. It looked like one of the lads probably lived here. Jay walked straight in. “You coming mate?” He said as Barty began walking towards the door. Inside the stairway was the lads waiting. There was Cal, Kai and Max, even another chav that Barty hadn’t met. “What’s on lads” Jay says, having a brotherly embrace with the all the lads. As the lads finish with Jay, they go to embrace Barty. The lads turn to look at the chav lad in red. “The names Mikey, welcome to the gang mate, you look sick bruv” said the chav in red. Mikey seemed to be the leader of the gang.

The lads began talking about the usual stuff for chavs, footie, cars and sex. “Let’s get some beers lads” said Mikey. Cal got up and passed a beer round to everyone. At the same time the lads put a cigarette in their mouth and lit it. “You want one Barty” asked Kai. “Nah you’re alright Kai mate” said Barty. “Nah lad take one, you gotta smoke now” said Mikey in a deep commanding voice. Barty took a cigarette from the pack and placed it in his mouth. Just before he could light it, his phone rang. “Sorry lads gotta take this one” Barty said walking away. He placed the cigarette behind his ear while taking the call. It was college asking where he was. Barty told them he had a medical appointment and was on the way now. “Sorry lads I gotta go, catch ya later” said Barty before walking out the doors. The lads looked at each other proud of their work. They began to nod and grin like they were agreeing on the next step.

Meanwhile after walking to college, Barty had made it for his afternoon lessons. Although Barty had made it back, he didn’t focus or try to do the lesson. He spent the time talking to others and causing mischief. This was unlike Barty and people started to notice. Barty was unsure what was happening to him. It was like he was becoming a new person, a chavy person. Barty received a text from the lads. He was added to a group called Top Charvas. They told him to meet them at the gas station and that they had something important for him to do. Barty was buzzed for later.

After college, Barty began walking to the gas station.The closer he got the more he swaggered. With every step Barty felt more and more confident, almost cocky. Barty hands began in his jacket pockets, then went to his trackie pockets and were now just down his trackies. Barty began feeling arrogant and horny. All he could think of was footy sex and cars. With every step closer the Barty he used to be was slipping away, slowly becoming more and more chavy. Finally Barty had reached the station. All the lads were there waiting.

“How’s it going lads” Barty yells out fist bumping all the lads. “Good to see ya bruv” said Mikey. “We got a job for ya lad” Mikey continued to explain the job. Currently, there was a dealer in the station grabbing the lads order of cigarettes and beers. All Barty had to do was pay the dealer and collect the order. Barty agreed and went to the back of the station waiting for the dealer. About 5 mins later a man appeared. The man was wearing a shiny adidas tracksuit and smelled of weed. “You picking up for Mikey” he said. “Yeh mate I am on collection” Barty replied handing over the cash. “You know the drill lad?”. “What you mean bruv” asked Barty. “All new faces have gotta smoke a cigarette and down a beer before getting the collection”. The man passed over a beer and pack of cigarettes. Barty popped the can open and began downing the beer. At first it burned but it became easier towards the end of the can. Next came the cigarette. Barty put one in his mouth, lit it and inhaled. With every puff and blow of smoke, Barty felt a rush. He finished the cigarette and the man gave home a bag then left.

Before Barty could make his way back to the lads, he heard a noise. It was the lads they had followed and watched. “That was sick bruv, you are a proper chav now” said Kai. Mikey took the package off Barty. “Cheers mate, we got something for ya” Mikey said checking the supplies were all there. Max handed Barty a wallet with all new stuff, wads of cash and even a new ID. The name was not Barty’s though. “We thought you’d like a change mate” Max said. Barty’s name on the ID was now Ty. “Let’s celebrate lads, show Ty how us bruvs have a good night. The lads pile into Jay’s car and they go on ride about, drinking, smoking and having a laugh.

It was the next morning and Ty found himself hanging. He sniffed his armpits to see if he needed a shower. Nothing too bad, but if spray and cologne will sort it out. Ty stumbled into the bathroom sprayed himself with some Lynx and then half a bottle of cheap cologne. Next, he gelled his hair back and got dressed. He put on his Nike tech fleece, with the trackies sagging, a pair of Nike Tns, his chain, some Nike gloves and a Nike bag. After that he was ready to meet the boys. He popped a cigarette in his mouth and walked to the train station.

Ty saw all the lads were there. “What’s on bruv” Ty said swaggering over. All the lads engaged in fist bumps and manly embraces. The day was simple skip college, ride the train, cause some mischief, play some footie then drinks on the way home. Ty’s new life was much simpler and was far more enjoyable for Ty, because now he was one of the lads. Just a rugged scally chav lad.

Chav TF

Barty was an average guy. He would go to college, do his work, go home then play video games. Not many people really knew Barty he didn’t have many friends and was a bit of a loner. Barty was fairly short and would usually wear normal clothes like a jumper and jeans, so he never really stood out.Usually, Barty would keep to himself, but he would speak out to do the right thing. This would soon land Barty in a strange situation.

At the college there was a variety of different people and cliques. There were the jocks, the nerds, the rich kids and even a group of just weirdos. Barty didn’t have a problem with anyone at college, except a groups of lads who would regularly get into trouble. This group of lads was known as the chavs. They were the lads that got into trouble on the daily and usually for tracksuits or sportswear. Barty has sometimes found them doing rebellious activities like spray painting on the college walls or even selling stuff at double the price to other kids. Barty has always reported anything bad, but the chavs never found out it was him.

One day Barty went to the toilet and found 2 of the chav lads in there. They were laughing but quickly hid something when they heard Barty walk through the door. It was unclear what was going on but it seemed to be no good. “What you looking at lad?” Said one of the chavs with a sneering face. Quickly, Barty went into one of the stalls and peeked through the gap to see what was happening. One of the lads pulled out a lit cigarette and put it in his mouth. They were smoking in the toilets. This was a serious issue, they could set off the fire alarm and disrupt the whole college. Barty knew he had to say something but if he did then the lads would know it was him. After about 1 minute of thinking what to do, Barty decided to say something. He walked out the bathroom leaving the 2 lads in there. They tried covering their faces, but Barty found a teacher nearby, who went in there immediately.

Barty went away quickly to avoid the lads from seeing him when they leave the toilet. The chav lads got a week long detention for smoking in the toilets. They weren’t happy and by association the whole group landed in detention. Unfortunate for Barty they knew he was the one that ratted them out. While in detention the chavs were plotting what to do. “Mate what we gonna do with that rat?” said one of the lads. “We should bang him up” shouted another lad. “Nah let’s grafiti his house” suggested another. The leader of the chavs looked at his crew with a devious look. “Lads, if he has a problem with us then why not show him the way”. The rest of the gang were confused, wondering what that meant. “What you mean, boss” one of the chavs questioned. “It’s simple bruv, our friend does know much about us, so let’s show him what we are. Plus we need another body to be our lookout. He is trusted by the teachers, he would make a perfect alibi”. The gang nodded. They knew what had to be done so they began scheming.

The lads knew what they had to do. Each had a key role in the plan. The first part was in action. Two of the lads waited for Barty to walk out of college. About 20 mins later. Barty was in sight. He walked down the cobbled steps and began walking towards the town as he usually does. The two chavs followed from a distance waiting to strike. Barty didn’t know about the two lads behind him and continued his usual path. He walked through the town and took a turn into an alleyway. This was the chavs chance to strike. They grabbed hold of Barty, knocking him out cold.

The chav lads grabbed a can from their pocket. It was a small silver can of beer that you couldn’t find at the supermarket. It had a label on the side in a typical cheap beer can style. The lads cracked open the can and a hiss came out of it. The lad in the grey tracksuit grabbed Barty’s head and held his mouth open. The other lad began pouring the can’s contents down Barty’s mouth. “Drink up lad, every last drop” sniggered the lad. Once all the beer had been downed. The lads took Barty’s wallet, to make it look like a mugging, then walked off.

After about 10 minutes, Barty woke up wondering what had happened. He felt a little dizzy but other than that he felt fine. He got up off the floor and checked he still had everything. “Fuck me wallet” sighed Barty in an unfamiliar voice. His voice seemed deeper than usual. “Must be coming down with something” he thought to himself. He didn’t think much of it and walked home. It was darker than usual, when Barty walked home. He noticed that the streets were full of completely different people. Instead of the usual people commuting from work, the streets were filled of chavy lads dressed in tracksuits causing mischief. Barty didn’t want any trouble so walked through the streets as quickly as possible.

The next day Barty woke up and had a headache. He didn’t know why, but his head was pounding. He took some paracetamol and took off for college. Along the way, Barty decided to have a look for his wallet, but there was no luck there. Barty’s head was still hurting, the paracetamol wasn’t doing a thing. His head was throbbing, he had to do something about it. As he walked a long the road he saw a corner shop. He thought he could get some more pain killers, but he then realised he had no wallet, so no money. He went in anyway and hoped there would be someone who could help.

As he walked up to the door of the shop he noticed a lad in a black tracksuit smoking outside. He went up and hoped the lad would help him. “Yo mate, can you help a bruva” asked Barty in a confused manner. Barty had never spoken like that before and again his voice seemed deeper, even deeper than yesterday. Plus it sounded like he had an accent, like a rough London accent. “Yeh bruv, what you need?” replied the lad. Barty explained his situation to the chav, who was happy to help. The lad popped into the shop and came back out after a couple of minutes. “Here you are bruv” said the lad handing over a can of some kind of drink and a protein bar. The drink looked like an energy drink. “Get that down ya, you’ll be sorted mate”. Barty thanked the lad and cracked the can open and sipped the drink on his way to college.

Once Barty had got to college, he realised his headache had gone. Whatever threat drink was it did the trick and the protein bar was good too. Barty felt like he had a boost of confidence for the day. This was turning out to be a good day for Barty, and the day has only just begun. After Barty’s lessons he went to grab some lunch and sit on the football field. Barty would usually just stay in the cafeteria but it was a nice day and he thought it would be a nice change. As he walked out the doors he bumped into the lad from the corner shop.

“Yo bruv, alright?” asked the chav lad. “Lad, cheers for the help earlier, you alright bruv?” responded Barty, again he noticed his voice was still not the same as usual. Although, he was less bothered by it, his new voice was growing on him. “Bruv can you help a man out, miss is gonna come round that corner, can ya cover for me mate?”. The lad waited for Barty to respond, but before he could a teacher appeared from the corner.

“Yo miss, I ain’t done nothing. Man can vouch for me”. The teacher turned to Barty looking at him with the a glaring look. Barty knew he had to tell the truth and the lad has probably done something. Despite that, Barty didn’t know if he had done anything and the lad did help him earlier. Barty had a strange feeling about this, almost like he had to stick up for the lad because of some pact or brotherhood. While contemplating this, Barty had forgotten the teacher staring him down. He had to answer now. “Nah miss, man has been with me, we about to go to the field, you get me” answered Barty in a confident tone. “Very well off you go then, but I am watching you both” said the teacher as she turned to walk away.

“Yo cheers bruv, you’re sound lad. You wanna come hang with my bruvas?” Said the chav lad. Barty was flattered by the offer, but wasn’t sure if that would be best. What would the other chavs think or do. Batty didn’t want any trouble despite his new found confidence and friend. “Cheers for the offer bruv, but man’s got some business to see to”. Barty was apprehensive about what could happen next. “No problem lad, I wanna repay ya for not ratting me out. Meet me at the mall later on” said the lad in black. “Alright mate” Barty agreed, as his new friend swaggered away to the college gate.

The college day went as usual after lunch. Barty had his afternoon lessons and began to walk home. He remembered what the guy from lunch said. There was no harm in meeting the guy, he seemed friendly. As Barty approached the alleyway towards his usual route home, he continued down the road towards the mall. The mall was busy at this time of the day, so it was hard to find the guy from lunch. Barty searched the whole mall but couldn’t see the guy. Just as Barty was about to leave, his phone pinged. It was a friend request on Snapchat. Barty added the account and saw a message. It was the guy from earlier. The message read: Yo lad, not gonna make it. But my mate Cal is there instead. He’s at JD. Btw me name’s Kai.

Barty made his way up to JD Sports. He had never been in the store himself, as they mainly sell clothes and shoes from Nike and Adidas. As Barry climbed the stairs he noticed a lad waiting there in a blue tracksuit. The lad looked over at Barty and began walking towards him. “Oi you must be Barty, the names Cal” said the lad with a rough accent. “Yeh, I’m Barty mate. You got something for me?”. The lad reached into his pocket and pulled out a chain full of diamonds on it. He passed it to Barty, who was a bit confused what was going on. “You helped us get away with a mad plan, so here’s your cut bruv”. Barty didn't know what he got himself into but didn't want to seem rude or cause a fight. Barty took the chain from the lad. “Put it on lad, you'll look fire” said the lad with a nod of encouragement. Barty clasped the chain on this neck. It felt cold against his skin. Before Barty could say anything Cal had walked into JD sports. Nothing left to do but go home.

It's a new day and Barty hasn't woken up with a headache so its already going better than yesterday. Barty got in the shower and then started to get ready for the day. The chain he was given last night was staring at him from his bedside table. He grabbed the chain and put it on in the mirror. The chain looked good and made Barry feel confident and tough. Barty’s phone began to buzz, he had a message from Kai. It read: How’s it going lad, how's the chain? Barty responded with a picture. Kai texted back: Looking good lad, that chains fire. You should get a trim, would look fire”. Barry didn't have time to get his haircut though, college was about to start, so he had to leave quick.

At college, Barty walked into his lesson 5 mins late. This has never happened to Barty before. The teacher didn't seem to have a problem with it and just continued as normal. As the lesson continued, Barty found himself getting bored and not interested in the lesson. The only thing on Barty’s mind was how good he looked with his new chain. He phone buzzed in his pocket, it was another friend request this time from Cal. Barty accepted and found a message from Cal. Oi lad, come hang with the lads this lunch it said. Barty was still uneasy about being around the chavs. They seemed to be nice, but he didn't want to get mixed up with any trouble.

Barty needed an excuse, his mind was going blank. Cal message again with question marks. Without a moments thought Barty respond. Cheers lad, but man needs a fresh trim. About a minute passed before Cal messaged back: Fair one bruv, you should go to the barbers with Max he's getting a trim at lunch. Why did Barty say he wanted a haircut, he only had it cut a couple of weeks ago, now he might have to go with some chav lad to a random barbers. Barty didn't know what to say but couldn't turn them down. Despite what the chav lads get up to, they have been friendly almost like brothers to Barty. At the end of the lesson Barty agreed to the plan and got sent the location of the barbers.

When it was lunchtime, Barty left college to go to the barbers. If he just got a quick snip, he would able to get back in time for his next lecture. The barber was on the other side of town on a back street that Barty hadn't ever been to. It was rough part of town, a lot of gang activity took place there. There wasn't much that could be done now, Barty couldn't bail on the lads. Luckily, nothing happened to Barty on his way to the barber. In front of the shop was a lad in a Nike tracksuit and gillet. That must be Max.

“Good to see ya lad, the fellas in here are sound. They'll have you looking fresh in no time”. They walked into the barbers and got sat right away. “What can I do for ya lads?” the barber asked. In all the time it took to get to the barbers, Barty forgot he still didn't have a wallet. Barty’s face changed from a normal look to a mixture of panic and embarrassment. Before Barty could say or do anything, Max called the barber over. “Don't worry bruv, it's on me” said Max with a cheeky grin on his face.

The barber started to get to work on Barty’s hair. He began shaving the sides and back down to skin. Slowly blending the sides and back into the top. He grabbed the scissors and began cutting the top to a short length but still enough to style. “Give me a sec mate just gonna grab some product” said the barber as he walked off into the back. Barty looked into the mirror and saw a completely different person. He had never had his hair cut to a skin fade. The barber came back in to the room with a pot of powder. He sprinkled some into Barty’s hair and styled it into a straight fringe. After all that work, Barty’s haircut was done. He looked like he had just come from a council estate, which was normal for the chav lads, but not Barry. Max was finished before Barty and was waiting outside.

Barty walked outside to see Max having a smoke. “Looking fresh bruv” he cheered as he fist-bumped Barty. “You want a smoke mate?” he asked holding out a pack of cigarettes. “Nah bruv, I gotta go, cheers for the trim”. Being peer-pressured to get a haircut was one thing, but smoking was too far. Before Barty could walk of the barber came out and handed him a pot of the gel. “Just two scoops like I showed ya mate” he said before walking back into the store. On his way back, Barty looked at the time, it was 1:30 he had been at the barbers for an hour. He was so late for his lesson, that he wouldn't be able to get back in time for any of it. He quickly emailed the teacher and made up an excuse, saying he felt I'll and left college. Well there's not much else to do but go home.

Along the way home Barty saw 2 lads sat in the park. They were both wearing red track suits and seemed to be up to no good. As went to go past them they stood up and blocked the way. “Give us your shoes, bruv” shouted one of the lads. This had never happened to Barty before, he was unsure how to play it. Instinctively, Barty wanted to back away, but he didn’t. He felt as if thoughts were seeping into his mind. Barty looked at the lads and responded with a slick attitude . “Fuck off lads”. The two were taken aback but were determined to get Barty’s shoes. They push him to the ground, grabbed the shoes off Barty’s feet and ran. Barty got up but there was no point running after them, so he walked back home.

As Barty went up to his room, he felt his phone vibrate. He jumped on his bed and open up Snapchat. He saw Max had added him as a friend. Within a couple of days Barty had gone from no friends to three of them. Barty added Max back and saw a message from him. “What’s on lad” Max had said. Barty messaged back and explained he got mugged again but this time it was his shoes. While Barty waited for Max to respond, he looked at himself in the mirror. Looking into the mirror, Barty focused on his new haircut. It had grown on him, he felt it made him look tough and like a bit of a stud. Normally Barry wouldn't be into having a haircut like his, but today he couldn't imagine his hair as anything but his new trim.

Barty's phone puzzled in the background, bring Barty’s attention back to reality. An hour or so must have passed by as it was now night time. Barty picked up his phone and saw it was another message from Max. “Fuck that's out of order bruv. We’ll sort ya out tomorrow. Me and the lads been thinking you need a fresh look to go with that boss trim.”. This got Barty wondering about what Max meant. Since being around the chav lads Barty had experienced changes he wouldn’t have made by himself. Strangely though, Barty liked the new him. He felt more confident and was finally making friends. It was getting late and college was tomorrow so Barty went to bed waiting to see what was in store.

The next morning rolled in and Barty got up and got ready, showered, did his hair just how the barber showed him and popped his chain on. As Barty opened the door, he noticed a chav lad waiting there. “Alright bruv?” Said the chav holding his hand to come in for a chest bump. Barty grabbed his hand and the two bumped chest. “Yeh mate, how’s it” replied Barty. “Not too bad bruv, Maxy boy said you needed some gear” said the lad. Barty was unsure what to say. Before he could speak the lad stepped through the door. “Nice gaff you have mate, where’s your room at?”. Barty showed the lad up to his room. “The names Josh but the lads call me Jay, wheres your trackies at mate”. Josh opened up Barty’s wardrobe to find just some unbranded t-shirts, some trousers and the odd jumper. “Mate you’re gonna need all new gear, come with me, we’re going JD lad” Josh said. “Cal and Kai can sort this out”. “What you mean bruv” asked Barty. Josh told him not to worry and trust a bruva.

Barty and Josh walk out the front door. As Barty begins locking up, josh pulls a cigarette from his ear and lights it. “You want one bruv” asks Josh as he blows a cloud of smoke. “Nah, you’re alright lad” Barty replied as he began to walk towards town. “Oí mate what you doing, get in me corsa”. Josh pointed to a black car. It looked like it had been modified. The car was quite low down and had a couple of scratches but as a whole looked in decent condition. The inside smelled of smoke and there were JD sports bags in the back. “You ready mate?” Said Josh and Barty nodded.

Driving to JD was fun. Josh liked to speed down the streets but he was full of chat. He talked about the football game on last night, about the sex he had last night and his car. Barty ad Josh arrived at JD in record time. The two walked into JD and Josh went straight to the Nike section. He picked out a grey Nike tech fleece tracksuit and a black T-shirt. He swaggered over to the trainers and picked up a pair of Nike Air Maxes and a couple of other small things. “Go try this on mate” said Josh pointing towards the changing room. Barty walked into the changing room and put down all the clothes picked out for him.

All the clothes weren’t anything Barty would pick out himself, but Josh seemed like a nice lad. Barty didn’t want to disappoint Josh, he felt like a brother already. Slowly Barty put on the tracksuit followed by the shoes, a cap, gloves and a puffer jacket. There was no mirror in the changing room so Barty couldn’t see what he look like. He walked out the room with the clothes on to show Josh. Josh was at the till handing over some cash and grabbing two JD sports bags. He swaggered over to Barty. “Looking fire, bruv. How’s it feel” said Josh passing over a JD bag. “Feels alright mate” Barty replied. “Nice mate, just pull them trackies down and you will be sorted. Got ya some other gear and lads have sorted you out back at your gaff”. He pulled Barty’s trackies down so that Barty’s boxers were visible. Barty put the JD bad around him and the two walked out the shop.

As they walked out the shop Josh got a call on his phone. “Give me a sec mate” he said before answering and walking off for privacy. College had started and Barty was thinking about the fact that he would be late to his lecture. Barty picked up his phone and began writing an email then realised he had another friend request this time from Josh. By now Josh had finished his call and was walking over. “Mate we gotta catch up with the lads ya know” said Josh. Barty really should be getting to college, but Josh did just buy him a whole outfit. “Yeh no problem Josh mate” Barty responded. “Mate, you’re a bruva now, call me Jay”. The two walked back to the corsa and zoomed off.

The corsa came to a holt, when they reached the location. Barty got out the car to see a complex of flats. It looked like one of the lads probably lived here. Jay walked straight in. “You coming mate?” He said as Barty began walking towards the door. Inside the stairway was the lads waiting. There was Cal, Kai and Max, even another chav that Barty hadn’t met. “What’s on lads” Jay says, having a brotherly embrace with the all the lads. As the lads finish with Jay, they go to embrace Barty. The lads turn to look at the chav lad in red. “The names Mikey, welcome to the gang mate, you look sick bruv” said the chav in red. Mikey seemed to be the leader of the gang.

The lads began talking about the usual stuff for chavs, footie, cars and sex. “Let’s get some beers lads” said Mikey. Cal got up and passed a beer round to everyone. At the same time the lads put a cigarette in their mouth and lit it. “You want one Barty” asked Kai. “Nah you’re alright Kai mate” said Barty. “Nah lad take one, you gotta smoke now” said Mikey in a deep commanding voice. Barty took a cigarette from the pack and placed it in his mouth. Just before he could light it, his phone rang. “Sorry lads gotta take this one” Barty said walking away. He placed the cigarette behind his ear while taking the call. It was college asking where he was. Barty told them he had a medical appointment and was on the way now. “Sorry lads I gotta go, catch ya later” said Barty before walking out the doors. The lads looked at each other proud of their work. They began to nod and grin like they were agreeing on the next step.

Meanwhile after walking to college, Barty had made it for his afternoon lessons. Although Barty had made it back, he didn’t focus or try to do the lesson. He spent the time talking to others and causing mischief. This was unlike Barty and people started to notice. Barty was unsure what was happening to him. It was like he was becoming a new person, a chavy person. Barty received a text from the lads. He was added to a group called Top Charvas. They told him to meet them at the gas station and that they had something important for him to do. Barty was buzzed for later.

After college, Barty began walking to the gas station.The closer he got the more he swaggered. With every step Barty felt more and more confident, almost cocky. Barty hands began in his jacket pockets, then went to his trackie pockets and were now just down his trackies. Barty began feeling arrogant and horny. All he could think of was footy sex and cars. With every step closer the Barty he used to be was slipping away, slowly becoming more and more chavy. Finally Barty had reached the station. All the lads were there waiting.

“How’s it going lads” Barty yells out fist bumping all the lads. “Good to see ya bruv” said Mikey. “We got a job for ya lad” Mikey continued to explain the job. Currently, there was a dealer in the station grabbing the lads order of cigarettes and beers. All Barty had to do was pay the dealer and collect the order. Barty agreed and went to the back of the station waiting for the dealer. About 5 mins later a man appeared. The man was wearing a shiny adidas tracksuit and smelled of weed. “You picking up for Mikey” he said. “Yeh mate I am on collection” Barty replied handing over the cash. “You know the drill lad?”. “What you mean bruv” asked Barty. “All new faces have gotta smoke a cigarette and down a beer before getting the collection”. The man passed over a beer and pack of cigarettes. Barty popped the can open and began downing the beer. At first it burned but it became easier towards the end of the can. Next came the cigarette. Barty put one in his mouth, lit it and inhaled. With every puff and blow of smoke, Barty felt a rush. He finished the cigarette and the man gave home a bag then left.

Before Barty could make his way back to the lads, he heard a noise. It was the lads they had followed and watched. “That was sick bruv, you are a proper chav now” said Kai. Mikey took the package off Barty. “Cheers mate, we got something for ya” Mikey said checking the supplies were all there. Max handed Barty a wallet with all new stuff, wads of cash and even a new ID. The name was not Barty’s though. “We thought you’d like a change mate” Max said. Barty’s name on the ID was now Ty. “Let’s celebrate lads, show Ty how us bruvs have a good night. The lads pile into Jay’s car and they go on ride about, drinking, smoking and having a laugh.

It was the next morning and Ty found himself hanging. He sniffed his armpits to see if he needed a shower. Nothing too bad, but if spray and cologne will sort it out. Ty stumbled into the bathroom sprayed himself with some Lynx and then half a bottle of cheap cologne. Next, he gelled his hair back and got dressed. He put on his Nike tech fleece, with the trackies sagging, a pair of Nike Tns, his chain, some Nike gloves and a Nike bag. After that he was ready to meet the boys. He popped a cigarette in his mouth and walked to the train station.

Ty saw all the lads were there. “What’s on bruv” Ty said swaggering over. All the lads engaged in fist bumps and manly embraces. The day was simple skip college, ride the train, cause some mischief, play some footie then drinks on the way home. Ty’s new life was much simpler and was far more enjoyable for Ty, because now he was one of the lads. Just a rugged scally chav lad.

I Lied

I'm so proud of you for wanting to get kinky, wanting to try rubber, chains, chastity and bondage all in go in write something. You told me for months how you masturbated furiously every day looking at pictures of men chained up in tight black rubber. I was thrilled when you said you wanted to try this.

So here we are, I've promised you everything you wanted, just for two hours - tight black rubber now covers every inch of your gym fit body, and it's tight! Rubber mitts to make sure you can't pull at the chains or rubber. Your ears plugged and your eyes blindfolded, your cock is tightly bound in steel chastity. You told me how the next two hours are going to be insane for you.

Only there's just one problem

I Lied

That rubber ain't coming off for the rest of your life. Sure it'll burn and sting and your skin will become inflamed and possibly even rot. But that's a you problem, not a me a problem. I get to see a fit young man covered in shiny black rubber, I can stroke you, polish you, play with you. Even take a steel bar and beat you and all I will see is tight black rubber. You, on the other hand will feel your skin burning, itching and decaying. Bruised, in pain and perhaps a few broken bones as well.

Same with your cock, you won't come ever again, you won't even get hard. And your cock will stink beneath its steel cage, but there it will remain, again for the rest of your life. Just a limp penis trapped beneath rubber and steel.

The chains, oh the chains, the won't ever come off, you'll be in that position forever boy, and believe me, you will scream, beg, plead, literally promise me anything to be released. Your muscles will atrophy and your bones will turn to dust. The pain will be worse than you could imagine in your worst nightmare! But nothing you say will make me release you. That is your single position. You will never move or stretch your body again. I get hard at hog tied men and knowing yours is permanent makes me tingle every single second of the day.

And, you'll exist in darkness and silence. The only thing you will experience is me stroking your rubber, and the taste of piss and shit. And yes, you will go completely insane, but not before you've had months and years of the darkest, most intense depression, that you can't do anything about except suffer. You will descend into hell with no way back. Just for kicks I might even drill holes in your teeth, and pour vinegar into your mouth. You'll sing and scream like the sweetest song bird. At least, that's what it will sound like to me.

I might have forgot to mention I like my slaves thin, and I mean thin, you're currently 13 stone (about 182 pounds if I remember correctly) that's morbidly obese in my eyes. I want you down to about 5 stone (about 70 pounds) so you'll eat once a week, and that will be my shit that I've saved for you. I know from previous experience, that when I've starved slaves, they've told me how utterly delicious shit becomes. After a week of not eating they've literally gorged on dog shit, human shit, even cow shit until their stomachs are bloated until they are crying with joy.

So there you have it, you've managed 2 hours, you're still young and I'd say you have another 70 years of this misery ahead of you. So two hours down, just another 613,000 hours to go.

Oh, and did I tell you I lied?

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Pity he has sneakers on but a good start

After I settled in the hotel, finally the holiday can start. I had not been away other than for business for a while, so these two weeks will do me good, no obligations, no appointments, just enjoying myself. all unpacked and after having had some food, time to go out and see what the surrounding area has to offer, tomorrow I would do some more of the tourist stuff then here.

After wandering around a while I found a little bar, the gay flag next to the leather flag on its outside lead me to entering. It was a Thursday evening, I did not expect much, but a beer or two and maybe find someone to chat with, talk about what’s interesting in the area and so on.

After some brief talking with the barman, a horny looking guy, but probably out of my league anyway, another guy sat next to me at the bar, overhearing that I was visiting he waved in and we chatted a while. on the term of what is interesting or not he did ask at some point also where my not so touristy interests were, I was never shy on that so told him about my fable for bondage, the more the merrier, my love for fetish gear, leather, army but especially rubber. He mentioned some fetish party at the weekend at one of his friends’ houses, but also some events the weekend after, if I would still be in town by then. I told him that I have two weeks of nothingness ahead, so would definitely want to check those out.

He told me that he would make sure I get an invite to that party on Saturday, we exchanged emails for that purpose and then chatted a bit further on, about much and nothing. A few beers later though he went more direct, asking me if I would be interested in a little bondage session right now at his place. He lived not too far and I could stay overnight at his place or he’d bring me back to my hotel at the end if I wanted to.

I told him I did not really pack heavily, mainly due to luggage restraints on flights, but also as I had not really expected too much kink fun during my travels either. He laughed and waved, looking me up he said he’d be happy to help out on that with some of his own gear, it would surely fit well. If need be he even offered to lend me some stuff for the upcoming party, unless I was equipped myself for that kind event.

It does hit another favorite of mine, being told or even forced to wear someone else’s gear … so my dick sprung to life and I quickly accepted, both, his offer for a little session right now and the offer to pick something for the weekend party, joining it with him together then.

Said, done - we paid quickly our tap and went off to his place. 20 minutes ride only, so indeed close, yet in 20 minutes you can reach far with a car, we were rather far out of the city center, a more rural part of the suburbs, lots of standalone houses rather far apart from each other, I thought I’d love something like that, no disturbance from neighbors, I could sit in my garden naked or all rubbered up and nobody would care… He confirmed that very same thought to me, he too enjoyed to be close to the city center and actions, yet have his place to himself without nosy looks from others.

Inside his home he offered me another beer, but I waved, I had a few and did not really want to be drunk when playing, he nodded and said that it would be best to get started then right away - smiling wide. I nodded and he told me to follow him down his basement.

Down there, a small playroom, but lots of possibilities. Cross, pole, cage, bench, table, hooks everywhere, he definitely created a great space for a good fun time. He told me that it was best to get me all dressed then, so I should strip. Despite being a stranger, I had no second thoughts at all, I stripped naked immediately while he picked a few items from a closet in the corner.

In no time I stood then head to toe in rubber, a full one piece suit, attached feet and gloves, a well head shaped thick rubber hood with eye, nose and mouth hole, a pair of rubber boots, a rubber body harness strapped and buckled on, a collar, wrist and ankle restraints buckled on, the fun was to begin. he placed me in various positions to almost all of the devices, sitting, standing, laying, hanging, played with, teased, tortured my butt hole, dick, balls, zips in the suit allowed free access for him, he fucked me twice while helpless strapped up or down, exhausting but extremely horny playing around constantly, he certainly did not fail keeping his promise of a horny rubber bondage session.

A few hours passed, no idea how many though, he just released me from the fuck bench he kept me immobilized on for the last fucking, not before though stuffing a plug up my just abused butt hole and zipping the rubber suit shut again. I still had not cum yet, he brought me to the edge a few times but never got me over the finish line, on purpose he kept saying. Now that I stood there again, he fetched a chastity cage and began strapping it on me, still no cumming yet I mumbled, he grinned and confirmed: not yet indeed.

He then took another hood off the shelf, a gasmask hood, covering the full head, pulling it over my already rubbered head, aligning it proper before closing the zip on its back, making it fit snug over my head now, the eyes however were blacked out, I was now in the dark. When he said to stretch my arms forward I assumed already what was to come and I was right, a heavy rubber straitjacket followed. once arms inside he zipped it on the back and then buckled it in the back first, telling me he even had the needed plastic security buckles that snap on top of the straps actual buckles, preventing any accidental or wanted opening. My arms then went crossed at the front, lead through the side straps on the jacket, tightly pulled the straps on the arms on the back and made me hug myself tightly. The strap over the arms in the front followed and then the two straps through the crotch sealed it all up. Blind, breathing through the hole of the gasmask, rubber from heat to tow, a dick locked in a tube, a plug up my butt, and a thick rubber straitjacket keeping me snug helpless. I got hornier than I was, still not having cum yet just made it worse.

He then grabbed me by the shoulders and lead me, pushing me towards the side of the room, I know there was this large box that I had not yet asked what it was for, still of course could easily imagine its purpose, and right I was… he turned me in front of it and then helped me crunch and slowly back into it until I reached with my back the back wall of that box. by the feel of it I had little space to the left or right with my jacketed arms, little space to the top, and once he helped me cross my legs in front of me tight enough to fit inside that box completely, I knew there was not much space left to the front either when that door closes. I felt him then attach a hose to the gas mask, immediately noticing that breathing got a little harder, there was definitely a filter at the end of that hose. again being right, he confirmed the filter was on the outside of the box on its top, once that door closes, the only visible and hearable connection between me inside here and the world outside of my prison. I liked the way he described this isolation in captivity, enhanced by double isolation, one in total rubber, another in this box.

He then closed that door and I even heard two padlocks being locked on to the latches. what I heard then though did not really make me enjoy it, he knocked on top of the box and shouted so I could hear that he would be back tomorrow, he was tired and needed sleep and then wished me a good night. a good night, sitting like that, sweating, plug being pushed deeper inside as I sat on it and would not be able to get relief on that, neither would be able to cum, or move much, or …. Anything at all actually…

I shouted into the gasmask to let me out, that I did not want to stay in the box overnight, a cage or strapped on a bench maybe, but not here in this position, but no reaction at all, I shouted a while actually, but nothing to hear, no release, he actually went to bed and just left me here….

I was tired, yet still it took hours before I napped away finally, aching, horny, sweaty, in discomfort, but I gave in to it, no choice but to wait until he came for my release.

I woke up a few times and dozed away again after some time, I had no idea about the time passed, but as long as that door was locked, I had no choice but to wait, and once I was awake completely, that time just passed even slower. When that door finally opened, I told him that I had enough and wanted out. Still blind and restrained I still needed his help for that of course.

Once out of that box he stood me on my feet and then told me: be quiet, not a word once I remove that gasmask, else you go right back into that box again. I try complaining, he interrupted me, stopping his attempt to unzip the gasmask hood, telling me he will close it again and shove me back into the box right now if I do not remain totally silent and cooperate. Having little choice mumbling to myself I cursed him for that but kept quiet then.

The gasmask came off and I saw again finally. he was all rubbered up himself, actually horny looking, at least my dick said so, then again it still ached to be allowed to cum from the session we had, not necessarily answered to the current situation. Everything else still in place he lead me to the chair in the corner, sat me down and then fed me. Some snacks, lots of water. I expected full release, but actually was hungry and thirsty, so gladly took what he offered. the room had no windows, I was not sure what time it was, morning, noon, afternoon … I hoped he would tell me soon…

After finishing food and drink, he stood me in the middle of the room, hooking a steel collar dangling off chains from the ceiling, keeping me stand straight up before undoing the straitjacket, reminding me to keep quiet. He took his time but slowly removed the chastity device and the plug too then. then he told me that him and me have about the same size, a reason why his gear fits so well on me, so he went over to a friend during day to borrow something, then he lifted this steel chastity device in front of my eyes, a full steel belt, covering front and back completely, I had seen it on pictures before, never tried it, and right now did not know whether I should be excited about having it locked on or angry for not being released … he looked down and told me what I knew, my dick answered that already. It took a few hard slaps, painful, to get my dick soften again enough for that device to come on, but once soft enough he did not waste time. minutes later that front part was adjusted in place, holding my dick inside a silicone mold, tight, no room to expand, but more disturbing, a steel sound or catheter on its inside was forced up my dick as well, my shouting out when he forced it in were silenced by the treat of being back in the box quicker than I can say ouch one more time. The back of the device followed and when I heard the locks snap in place I knew that thing would not come off easily. He made sure the zips of the rubber suit were tight in place by looping a tiny chain through the clips and locking that in place, almost no room between zip and the now locked dick and balls, but also on the back he applied that little chain, and I felt now why. The opening in the zip was just big enough to allow that plug he now used. that chastity device had a hole on just the right place to allow insertion of that plug, not too big, not too deep, but enough to feel it all the time, and once it was in place, fiddling around with something I did not see, then I heard the lock snap in place, the plate on that back hole keeping everything in place and secured.

He told me it was a modified version of that original belt, in the front electrode contacts embedded around dick and balls, but as well allowing the electric plug to be hooked into its system. He then took an extra small box, shiny as the belt, matching some latched on its back, snapping on to them and thus being locked on to it, on that box the contacts of the electrodes hooked in now, inside that box a remote controlled battery pack. He told me there is a spare pack like it, one pack usually lasts about 72 hours, depending on how it is used, but all it takes is swapping that box when the batteries are empty.

Holding the remote up he gave a demonstration then, from tingling pleasant stimulation, getting me hard, or at least attempting to, up to real heavy painful torture, in just a minute he got me from pleasant moaning to futile pain screams back to tingling stimulation at least 5 times. Then he told me: obey, follow every command, do not resist, do not attempt to refuse or reject, and no more than pleasant stimulation will be used, if at any time I do not cooperate 100%, I know what setting will be used. That did certainly not leave any options, I knew if I wanted out at some point, I had to do as he told me to.

Then he released me from all restraints, not without ordering me to do as told - and another few hours of bondage and tease/torture in his playroom followed. I actually enjoyed most of it again, like the time before, with the exception that I was desperate to cum, yet I knew there was no way he could make that happen without taking that belt off. But the only thing he took of a few times, just to reinsert right after, was that plug, so I could get fucked again and again, and remain filled up all other times.

I had not expected, but feared it when the gasmask and straitjacket came back in to play, I ended up in that box again for the night. at least I knew I spent half of the day in it last time, the other half being abused by him (in more or less pleasant ways though) and expected the same to come again now.

The next release was again with feeding, watering, but no release from anything but the gasmask during that. after drinking everything, having by the way pissed into the rubber several times since I got stuck in it, he did not mind the mess it made in his playroom, that gasmask went back on, and being left sitting there, helpless eno0guyh not to even attempt getting anywhere, he snapped a leash into the collar I had locked on and tugged, having me follow him upstairs and then, by feeling the cool air around me I knew, outside, into his garage, and into the boot of his car. Lid closed, engine started and off we went to an unknown destination. My hotel? The bar? Someone else? I had no idea, then again my clothes, wallet, keys, everything was at his place … now that I think of it, I did not even know where there he kept it. I began to realize I was actually totally dependent, delivered to him, someone I just met, talked briefly, had no idea where or who or what …

At least an hour drive, but then he helped me out of the car boot and tug of the leash made me follow, a short walk, some stairs, suddenly noises of other people, I remembered … that party he talked about, did we go there? I had no idea, could not see, and could not know. Lead around a while, hearing him chat with others while I just stood there all rubbered, helpless, captured in rubber isolation. at some point then I got strapped on to a bench again, a fuck bench as I realized, just to have that plug unlocked and removed, but then nothing happened for a while. I had no idea what went on until I felt a dick intruding my butt, whoever that was, I could not tell, but I also could not prevent it so thought I make the best out of it. Relentless, hard, long thrusting, I was not sure if I enjoyed the situation or not, I was definitely horny in my chastity, but also excited about the current situation, but then again also annoyed and scared, none of this was agreed to, none was asked, it just happened and I was unable to do anything about it.

The hours passed though, and I spent those right there strapped to that bench, not attended in any way directly except … at least ten people fucked my presented butt. I made the mistake to attempt complaining twice in-between those fucks, each time though was answered with a huge amount of pain on dick and balls, so I gave up on that, knowing that it was futile as long as that device is locked on me.

At some point the plug went back in, hopefully the fucking by strangers ended I thought, but the plug in my sore ass did not help much on the discomfort. at least another hour or maybe more passed where I was left unattended with the exception of several beer feedings into my mouth before I was finally taken off that bench, just to be led by the leash again, hearing some good byes spoken around me, back to the car, back to the house, and … as I was afraid of… back into the box. I really had enough, grunted into the gag, just to be shocked again, this time both ends again with the plug being locked into my butt now again.

He told me then to keep quiet, even more because the moment that door of the box closes, the sound control will be active, any noise I make will immediately lead to high shocks, so it was up to me if I feel those or not, then the door closed, the locks snapped shut again, I knew I had some long time of waiting ahead again. I was exhausted though, so it did this time not take that long to fall asleep and even sleep a longer time through.

Being awake at some point though again, no idea what time passed, what time it is, when he would get me out here. when it finally happened, feeding happened again as before, I needed that again, aching everywhere from the uncomfortable sleep, definitely wanting out, but I knew better than to complain, I still was locked into this torture device.

Back to the middle of the room, hooked into that steel collar, not allowing me to go anywhere, then he undid all restraints, the chastity device and even helped me get out of all the rubber, I was hoping it was over, but …

Once I stood naked, that chastity device came back on, all of it, including a new battery pack. Only then he released me from that collar holding me in place and told me to sit down, not without showing me that he kept that vicious remote control in his hands.

He then told me: I am going to take you upstairs, have a shower, get the sweat off your skin and allow it to breathe for a bit, but after that you will on your own go down here again and put that rubber suit back on, on top of that chastity, also put that hood back on, then use this collar and padlock - pointing at them on the bench - to lock the zips of suit and hood together, after that you can come upstairs again and find me in the living room at the end of the hallway. If I hear any other sounds but the water from the shower or doors closing that you use, you know what will happen, boy.

I knew, and did not want to go there again, so I actually followed his orders, went up with him, had a long shower of at least half an hour, toweled myself off and then did as told, getting myself all rubbered up - and locked into it. Then I went back up to find him, stood in front of him sitting on the couch with a fresh coffee, another cup of steaming coffee on the table.

He told me to kneel at the table and enjoy the coffee, not seeing any choice I did as told, and DID enjoy that coffee. While I did he showed me that remote, his finger right on the button, telling me that no matter how I felt about what he will tell me, opening my mouth will lead to highest settings punishment. I was not sure if what I felt the times before was highest or not, but it was definitely more than I would ever want to feel again, so I knew I’d keep my mouth shut.

He then told me: I took the liberty to go to your hotel, by then way a close friend of mine who runs it, and had you checked out there, picked your stuff up and brought it here. You said you had some time at hands, and having had quite some fun with you since we met, I thought it would be a shame to let you go so easily. Since you were foolish enough to allow me to establish a quite severe form of control over what you do or not do, I decided that it is best to no longer allow you any choices and instead make those for you. my friends at the party enjoyed you too by the way, that was the moment I made up my mind to keep you here instead of having you go back to the hotel, so you are going to be my rubbered play toy, obedient, following every order to the letter and making sure I will never have to use this - holding up that remote - again, understood?

I nodded, not sure if he expected me to speak, but his finger on that control seemed to have the expected affect. He continued: now for the rules of your stay: unless I specifically choose, you will not wear anything else but head to toe rubber, what you wear now is your permanent outfit. you will spend time locked away, time working for me, time running errands, time being used to my likings, by myself of friends of mine, and you will at no time resist, hesitated, refuse or in any form disobey. If that is clear, nod, because I do not want you to speak unless I tell you to, at no time, understood?

I nodded again, not really happy about it, then again, why not, this is going to be the best holiday I can imagine, all rubber, all bondage, all fun… well with the exception of the chastity and plug, I desperately wanted to cum, but that was - as everything else at the moment - out of my control.

We have to pick up one more item from a friend of mine, the one who loaned me that chastity belt, finish your coffee while you wait here, boy. Then he left the room. When he came back he had a pile of clothes in his arms and another rather heavy straitjacket. He threw it on a chair and then picked out one item after the other, with each telling me to put it on.

A long john underwear first, as if I was not warm enough inside the rubber already, but I did as told and put it on. Knee high wool socks followed, a rough checkered shirt followed, a slightly oversized worker jeans came next. Then he threw a pair of worker boots at me to put on. Once I stood there, only my rubbered hands and head were visible, the rest looked just like a simple worker, but that was taken care of too then. he stood in front of me and pulled a mask over my rubbered head, one of those real face masks, from close certainly easy to spot, but from far it would hide my rubbered head perfectly. however this mask was not just any mask, it had a special mouth piece, filling the inside of my mouth, covering the sides inside my mouth, built in compartment for the teeth and even the tongue, but teeth and tongue parts hard material, not soft, unless pressed out that would keep me quiet, but then again, the pressing out was prevented immediately, on the inside of the mask straps were embedded, pulled tightly to the back and buckled they kept that mouth piece exactly where it was meant to be and once he pulled the mask completely over my head, none of that was visible anymore. An ingenious device I thought, of course not enjoying the impact to me, but definitely admiring the idea behind it. Then he took a pair or worker gloves and had me pull those over my rubbered hands.

He had me follow him then, grabbing the strait jacket on the way out, in the hallway we stopped briefly, I stood in front of a large mirror, what I saw … a stranger looking at me, a worker, no rubber visible other than in the eyes of the mask, no hint of the gag keeping me silent, no hint of anything underneath the unsuspicious worker clothing. He took a pair of sun glasses then and put them on me, the last bit of rubber disappeared behind them, a base cap puled over the blank head of the mask completed it. I could tell from the view of that stranger in the mirror that if not close enough, nobody would realize what was underneath, or who…

Then we went out, into his car, he had me sit in the passenger’s seat, and we drove off, right into town. I was unable to speak anyway, but would not really have known what to say, it was strange, weird, in rubber, plugged, gagged, under control, yet so ‘freely’ sitting in the car for everyone else to see. and nobody realizing what was going on, it was again scary, yet at the end exciting again, that way I could be with him out in public in a very horny setting yet undetected for anyone else, I loved it, or would have if my dick did not complain about the lack of space.

We pulled up the driveway of a house then, it was his friends home, we went and knocked on the door, I did not know who that guy was, he obviously knew who I was, when we entered he whistled, looking good, he said to the guy, you were right, pretty undetectable, and that so nicely fuckable ass of his still plugged? He asked, the guy nodded, obviously this one must have been at that party yesterday I assumed, but since I could not answer, ask or respond to anything, I could just think everything on my own.

I was left standing in the hallway, not to move, while both disappeared for a short while. when they came back, my guy had a collar in his hands, the neck part of the mask was then lifted up, the existing collar unlocked and removed, and this one, thinner, but not less secure, was locked on, an embedded buckle lock, making it less obvious than the previous one, and the ends of the sippers were just as well locked into this buckle again. He then said to his friend that he would post a check for the total amount. Obviously he bought those times off him now. He explained then: I thought since that belt will stay locked on you, I could not just borrow it, best to buy it off his hands, and that collar, well it is part of that belt actually. You see the belt has the controls, this collar though is equipped with a sensor and is wirelessly hooked into that control. Once activated it will recognize the vibrations whenever you make any kind of vocal noise, and that will lead, well you know what will happen, I am sure. So nod if you understood because it is activated already, and should you try speaking or even grunting it will already go off. I had little choice on that, nodded as he expected, knowing that anything else will set off those shocks, and I was sure they would not be set on easy pleasant tingling then. I did think again though, another ingenious device, surrounding noises had no influence, but I myself, as long as this device is active I am doomed to keep absolute silence.

We then went back to the car and drove off, this time out of town, far out of it, an hour drive approximately, right into some deep woods, until we reached a small hut hidden in a small opening. We got out and without anything in-between he ordered me towards a pole on that small porch of that hut, stood me with my back to it and started putting that strait jacket on me. It was heavy, but also big enough to lead around that pole, zipped and buckled up with that pole inside the jacket on my back, arms crossed, all straps buckled shut, I stood upright on that pole unable to move much again. He disappeared briefly into the hut just to come back with a few extra straps in his hands, one by one used on my legs then. at my ankles, just below and above the knee, by that immobilizing me almost complete, with exception of the head, the last straps though took care of that, one around my neck and that pole, one over my forehead and that pole. completely immobile, unable to speak or shout or even grunt, helpless to the full extent of possibilities right now, staring out away from the hut into the middle of that small area barely seeing that car parked on the side of it.

He reminded me about the collar, its impact, should I choose to make noise and then went to the car. I know now why I sat in front, the boot was filled with all my stuff he picked up at the hotel. He emptied it and placed it near the middle of that area I looked at, in the middle itself though, and that is when I definitely felt scared, a fire place. I had no way to say anything so could just watch, and what I feared happened then. he got the fireplace filled with branched and lit the fire, fed it until it was big enough and then started…. piece by piece he emptied out of my suitcase and bags, piece by piece went into the fire. I wanted to tell him to stop but knew what would come then. For a long time, no idea how long though, I watched him burn one piece after the other, and when all was empty, burn the suitcase and bags themselves too. When almost all of it was burned up to ashes, he briefly went to the car and when back in my vision, he held up the last item, my wallet. He removed the money, telling me I would no longer need that, then emptied the content of that wallet too, one by one, every card, every piece of paper I had in there melted and burned into he fire, and the last item … my passport…. I shouted a loud no - well grunted it into the confinement of my mouth and tongue, just to be followed by incredible pain in my butt, my dick, my balls, so much pain that the pain itself caused more grunting and more shocks, it took a while for me to calm myself enough to stop the shock, all that time he stood there, holding my passport in his hands.

He then told me that I know now what happens if I do not do as told, and then with a very demonstrating swing - just to show me who is in charge - there went that passport into the fire too, all I could do is watch it burn, and feel a few tears in my eyes. What did that guy do, what the heck has happened, what….?

After he was sure everything was burned down completely, he put out the fire and came to me. he told me we would spend a few days out here in his hut, so he could train me the basics here before we go back to his home and my new life as his slave will begin … he then explained: I had enough time at hands while you were locked in the box in the basement, by the way a place you will spend often when there is no need for you, boy. I checked you out of the hotel, but went further, I checked you into a train as well, booked a trip for you, down to Mexico and then on to South America, the coming two weeks officially you are on a trip down there somewhere, and … well… you will just not return, disappeared somewhere during that rip. the places I checked were specially chosen, dangerous, known to have people disappear, high criminal areas, it will be not a big surprise to the authorities, so it is doubtful that there will be a large search for you, but for sure nobody will assume you are here, with me, kept as my slave. I have enough connections and friends around here to explain whatever needs explaining, I have the means to keep you in line, be it tied up, locked up or even as free as we were on our trip to my friend, I would not think of finding an opportunity to leave if I were you, then again, I think you actually like your new life, or will learn to like it due to lack of choice anyway.

What I can tell you already, as I said before, head to toe rubber will be your life, if at all out of the house, and for the next year or two that will not happen much at all, this - pointing at all of me - is about how you will be seen, but as you can imagine not heard, ever again - but the majority of your future life will be in one or more layers of rubber and restraints. I got my own firm where I will make you work, earning your keep, of course you’ll work in the house as well, someone has to scrub those floors and whatever else is to do, and when you’re not working, running errands or are used as my play toy, I’ll keep you nicely locked away, out of sight, out of trouble. So until I have you retrained and fully trust your loyalty as my slave, hardly anyone will know you exist, later then I will introduce you eventually to more people again. But now, let me get some rest before we start your initial training, see you in a couple of hours.

Then he left into the hut, leaving me immobilized out at the porch. no way to scream, swear, shout, no way to escape, left to my thoughts … what did I get myself into…. time will tell…. and despite being shocked about what just happened, despite being annoyed, angry, upset … my dick kept fighting in his prison, some part of me indeed seemed to like what this future will be … but only some part …

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