Jürgen and the transformation
Jürgen left his small town in Germany with grand plans to traverse Europe on his motorbike for six months, embracing the freedom and adventure that came with backpacking solo. However, it was London that unexpectedly captured his heart and made him abandon his original itinerary. The vibrant energy, rich history, and eclectic neighbourhoods drew him in, and before he knew it, half a year had slipped by as he settled into a new life in the capital.
One aspect of London that particularly resonated with Jürgen was the thriving gay scene. As a skinhead, he found solace in the camaraderie and acceptance he encountered among like-minded individuals. His rugged appearance and tattoos made him a magnet for like-minded men who appreciated his raw, masculine charm. The sex life that ensued was as intense and fulfilling as he had hoped, with eager companions who rejoiced in the uncompromising nature of skinhead sexuality.
Professionally, Jürgen worked as a plumber, a trade that allowed him to express his hands-on skills and mechanical aptitude. His reliance on physical labour meant he could maintain his signature skinhead look even if it had to be under his overalls, He always wore a pair of 30 lace hole boots, and occasionally wearing his rubber gear underneath. Jürgen was a skinhead through and through, he never wore anything else, period.
Jürgen's numerous piercings, including his freshly stretched ½ inch flesh tunnels and septum, were a source of pride, albeit a point of contention with his boss. The individual pieces of jewellery added an edge to his rugged look, but the constant objections and disapproval from his superior grated on him. Jürgen had learned to ignore the criticism, knowing that his dedication to his work and willingness to go above and beyond often earned him favour and a certain level of understanding from his boss.
Despite the abundance of sexual partners since his arrival in London, Jürgen yearned for something more substantial. He craved a deeper connection, a long-term relationship where he could share his life, his passions, and his desires with someone who would reciprocate that affection. While he enjoyed the thrill of the chase and the raw intensity of skinhead sexuality, he found himself longing for stability and companionship.
It was with these thoughts in mind that Jürgen received the call that brought him to a sleek residence in Kentish Town. As he pulled up, he noticed the house's upscale appearance, a stark contrast to his own humble abode. When the door opened, he was greeted by a man whose irritation seemed to mask a deeper unease.
"About time," the stranger snapped, stepping aside to allow Jürgen entry. As they ascended to the bathroom, Jürgen learned the nature of the issue he was there to address. He set to work efficiently, his tools and skills capable of solving the problem in no time. Upon completing the repair, he tidied up and made his way back downstairs, where the client awaited in the kitchen.
"All done," Jürgen announced brightly, his cock twitching to life as he caught the man's gaze. "And don't worry, I've left no mess behind. You'll receive the bill in the post." The client's lack of gratitude and curt departure only served to heighten Jürgen's arousal. As he exited the property, he called out, "Don’t bother with a thank you." He said feeling a little angry and added “MATE.” As an afterthought.
Jürgen needed a smoke, he stood outside the van and lit up, taking the smoke deep into his lungs. “Fuck, that’s better.”
He got back in the van when his smoke was finished and he drove off towards the yard. “I wonder why my cock was so hard whilst I was there” he said to the empty van. “I mean he is straight for one, and he has shoulder length hair and wearing a fucking Armani suit. How the fuck can I get hard over him?” Jürgen took off his overalls and got on his motorbike and headed home.
Jürgen had spent the evening indulging in a comforting routine - eating a hearty meal, drinking a few beers to unwind, and then watching a film to pass the time. When it was finally time for bed, he didn't bother changing out of his skin gear, a habit he often fell into when in a lazy mood. The tight denim, surrounding his huge cock always felt comforting, the skinhead boots tied nice and tight making him feel good all over, he soon fell into the lad of nod.
However, his peaceful rest was abruptly disrupted by a vivid dream, one that left him feeling frustrated and irritated. Jürgen's mind was still reeling from the encounter with the "ignorant cunt" from earlier that day as he suddenly woke up, realising that he had shot a load inside the tight skinhead jeans. With a groan, he realised he had overslept, a rare occurrence for him.
In a hurry, Jürgen threw on his overalls over his gear, forgoing a shower or change of clothes. He arrived at the yard, where his boss greeted him with a knowing grin and a hefty workload for the day. "That should keep you busy, Jürgen," he said, highlighting the amount of labour awaiting the seasoned plumber.
As the day progressed, Jürgen tackled each task with his usual efficiency, his focus never wavering from the many tasks before him. Yet, by the end of his shifts, as he stood by the van, taking a well-deserved smoke, his mind began to wander back to the events of the previous day.
Jürgen couldn't help but think about the way his body had reacted during the dream, his cock hardening at the mere recollection of the encounter. He mulled over the strange phenomenon, trying to understand why he found himself aroused by the memory of someone who, in reality, he despised. "Straight, boring, and fucking arrogant," he thought to himself, unable to comprehend the contradictory nature of his desires.
Deciding to put the unsettling thoughts aside for the moment, Jürgen climbed into his van and headed back to the yard. There, he retrieved his beloved motorbike and rode towards home. Halfway home he decided to head to Kentish town, he park slightly away from the arrogant cunts home and watched. As he waited for his target to arrive, Jürgen lit a few cigarettes, his mind still preoccupied with the mystery of his own arousal.
When the man finally came into view, Jürgen couldn't help but feel a familiar stir within him. He swiftly donned his helmet and sped away, leaving the scene behind. Once home, he took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering tension.
Just as he opened the front door, the house phone rang, shrill and insistent. "Hello?" Jürgen answered, his voice steady despite the turmoil brewing inside him.
"Not exactly the welcome I expected," a familiar voice quipped on the other end. It was Nick, his friend and confidant. "Where the fuck were you last night?"
Jürgen hesitated for a moment before replying, "Honestly, I couldn't be bothered to do much of anything."
Nick's laugh echoed through the line. "You still looking for that perfect boy, eh?"
Jürgen said nothing, eventually speaking to Nick "Listen, why don't you come over tonight? We can have a few beers, smoke some of those special cigarettes, and I want to chat about something."
"Yeah, okay, mate. Looking forward to it." Nick said in response.
As he ended the call, Jürgen felt a sense of relief wash over him. Talking to Nick about his strange dilemma might provide some much-needed clarity and help him navigate these confusing emotions. With that thought in mind, he began to prepare for the night ahead, unsure of what revelations awaited him but ready to face them head-on.
The harsh opening "oi, oi" of the front door signalled Nick's arrival. Jürgen, clad in his rubber skin gear, was beaming with a wide grin as he greeted his long-time friend. The two men embraced warmly, momentarily forgetting the long day of labour behind them. As they pulled apart, Jürgen disappeared into the kitchen to fetch beers and special smokes, leaving Nick to plop down onto the sofa.
Nick's brow furrowed as he regarded Jürgen's concerned expression upon his return. "You were a bit mysterious on the phone, mate," Nick acknowledged, settling in for the evening.
Jürgen's grin widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Ah, just some weird business, nothing to fret about. Had a call with a right stuck-up cunt yesterday, lives in fancy Kentish Town, clearly has a bit of money and that snobby attitude towards working blokes like us."
Nick's interest was piqued, despite himself. "And...?" he prompted, curiosity getting the better of him.
Jürgen leaned in, keeping his voice low. "Anyway, every time that pompous prick got close, my cock went rigid as a fucking steel rod. Harder than usual, even in my sleep. I had the most intense wet dream about him, shot my load in my bleachers."
Nick's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean... your cock is telling you that you want him?"
Jürgen nodded solemnly. "Afraid so, mate. Look at your erection - it's throbbing just talking about the bloke."
Nick whistled softly, running a hand over his newly shaved scalp in disbelief. "Fuck..." Silence settled over the pair as they passed a special smoke back and forth, savouring the potent, heady taste.
After a heart-to-heart with Jürgen, Nick muttered, "You know what, mate? I think you ought to just take him and turn him into a skin boi."
Jürgen snickered, chuckling deep in his chest. "You're not serious, are you?"
"Deadly mate" Nick replied, an air of confidence bordering on fanaticism in his voice.
Jürgen shook his head, incredulous. "You're having me on, right?"
"Not a chance, mate," Nick insisted. "My brother's a whiz with gadgets and he swears there's a way to reprogram someone's brain using a virtual reality headset. Haven't got a clue about the tech side of it, but if he says it'll work, it'll work."
As Jürgen lit another couple of smokes, Nick's thoughts drifted to their shared passion - being a top. But sometimes, when the mood struck, he craved something more... primal. More dominant.
"Look, you know I'm a top, but... sometimes - and only sometimes, mind you - I need to be taken, to be fucking dominated," Nick confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jürgen's eyes dilated, a spark of excitement igniting within them. "Yeah, I know, and I know I can trust you, mate. Please, fuck me, and fuck me hard."
Without another word, Jürgen roughly yanked Nick upright, kicking Nicks boots and bending him over the arm of the sofa. The leathery slap of Jürgen's gloved hand against Nick's rubber-clad ass echoed through the room, a clear assertion of dominance.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch," Jürgen growled, accentuating the point with a few more stinging slaps. "You want my cock, yeah? Then you'll take what the fuck I want to give you. IS THAT CLEAR, BOI?"
"Yes, sir," Nick replied, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation.
Jürgen cackled low in his throat, a sound that sent shivers down Nick's spine. Smacking Nick's ass a final time for good measure, Jürgen swiftly unzipped the rubber, his fingers probing and pushing into Nick's well-lubed passage.
"Ah, nice and slick, yeah?" Jürgen purred, his tone dripping with satisfaction as he gradually worked his massive, 10-inch cock into Nick's tight heat.
Nick's moans reverberated off the walls as Jürgen began to thrust, each powerful stroke driving the pair of them deeper into a primal, passionate dance. The worn couch slid across the floor, scraping against the wall as Jürgen mercilessly pounded Nick's ass.
"Fuck, Jürgen, that hurts, I said I only get fucked occasionally!" Nick cried out, despite the steel-hard erection straining against his bleachers.
"Shut it, boi. You're my bitch, and you'll take whatever I want, whenever I want it," Jürgen retorted, not slowing his relentless pace.
"Yes, sir!" Nick choked out, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as the sheer intensity of the fucked-over sensations threatened to overwhelm him.
Jürgen's grunts of pleasure grew louder, more urgent, as he slammed into Nick with abandon. "This is the tightest ass I've ever fucked, feels fucking great, boi!"
As his own orgasm approached, Nick's cock throbbed and leaked pre-cum, a telltale sign of his impending release. "Fuck, Jürgen, that's hard as hell, please, fuck me as hard as you can, you butch asshole!"
Jürgen's laughter was a rusty, possessive sound. "You only had to ask, mate!" With a few final, brutal thrusts, he buried himself to the hilt and let loose a massive, creamy load deep into Nick's protesting ass.
“That mate” Jürgen said “was the best fuck I’ve had in years.” Jürgen didn’t pull out, he kept his cock deep in Nicks ass.
“I haven’t fucking finished with you yet Nick” Nick tried to move but Jürgen was a little stronger. Jürgen relaxed and his cock got a little softer, not much but just enough to allow him to piss.
“Jürgen, you fucking cunt, you’re pissing in my ass, nobody has…..” he stopped and moaned loudly.
“I think you like the unexpected Nick.”
“Thought so, all you needed was a real fucking man to bring out the boi in you, now I cum and pissed in your ass, I gonna fuck you again and cum again.” Nick moaned as Jürgen began fucking Nick even harder than before.
“What are you Nick” Jürgen asked as he fucked him as hard as possible.
“No, please.” He begged. Jürgen stopped fucking and slapped his ass a couple of times before fucking again.
“I said what are you, fucking answer me boi?”
Nick started crying “I am a boi, a skinhead boi, who loved being fucked by an alpha skinhead.”
“There, that wasn’t too bad was it boi?”
“No sir” he said still crying. Jürgen was getting to the stage where he needed to cum again, he rammed a few more times and unloaded a second dose of alpha cum deep inside Nicks ass.
“You boi, are a great fuck.”
“Clench those muscles, I’m not having you drip everywhere.” Jürgen pulled out and Nick did as he was told. Jürgen went into his bedroom and found his toy box, some things were his and others were left never to be reunited with their owners. He found a large butt plug and went back into the lounge, he felt kind, so he lubed it and pushed it inside Nick ass and zipped up his rubber bleachers again.
Nick stood and wouldn’t look Jürgen in the eye, Jürgen lifted his head and grinned at him. He pulled Nick into a long hot snog. “Any regrets Nick?” he shook his head “Good.” And Jürgen kissed him one more time before he got some more beers for them and a couple of more smokes.
As Nick sat down he winced slightly as the butt plug pushed even deeper. Jürgen smiled and pulled Nick into a kiss “I had my suspicions about you years ago Nick, I always thought you weren’t an alpha.”
“But you never acted on it?”
“No, I value our friendship far too much, I thought sooner or later, when you were ready, you would come to me.”
Jürgen and Nick sat on the couch, immersed in a loose conversation about nothing in particular. The tension was palpable, but unspoken. Finally, Jürgen broke the silence, his words laced with a hint of playful taunting. "Now were you serious about the virtual reality shit?"
Nick's response was immediate and unequivocal. "Of course I was serious."
A brief pause followed, interrupted only by the soft hum of the TV in the background. Then Jürgen spoke again, his tone casual, almost nonchalant. "Let me have a think for a couple of days."
Nick nodded, seemingly undisturbed by the delay. "Okay, no problem."
The shift in topic was abrupt, but familiar. What was the nature of their relationship, exactly? Were they friends, or something more? Jürgen brought it up; his words tinged with a mix of concern and clarity. "Now, you’ve a had a few beers and smokes, are you going home by taxi or kipping here, cause I ain’t letting you ride your motorbike home. You can sleep on the couch or bunk with me."
Nick's response was telling - a quiet admission, accompanied by a subtle blush. "I'll stay over."
Jürgen's eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in, his voice low and flirtatious. "You wanna kip with me don't you?" Nick nodded, still blushing, but a smile played on his lips.
"Excellent, I wanna see what your throat is like," Jürgen declared, grinning broadly. He handed Nick another beer, and they settled back into their conversation, the atmosphere between them transformed.
As the night wore on, Jürgen's arm slipped around Nick's neck, pulling him close. Nick rested his head on Jürgen's shoulder, the physical contact sparking a sense of comfort and intimacy.
But beneath the surface, a deeper current flowed. Nick shifted the conversation, his voice soft and vulnerable. "I hope we can still be friends, Jürgen. The last thing I want is for all this to come between us."
Jürgen's response was reassuring, even as he leaned in to capture Nick's lips in a searing kiss. "No reason it should, we'll be friends with benefits," he murmured against Nick's mouth. "Good benefits."
The evening drew to a close with a movie on Netflix, Nick still nestled against Jürgen's side. As the credits rolled, Jürgen's voice cut through the quiet. "Come on, time for bed."
Nick stood, a peaceful smile on his face, and followed Jürgen to the bedroom. There, he issued a command, his tone playful but authoritative. "Undress me, boi."
Nick complied, his hands moving slowly over Jürgen ’s skin as he shed his clothing. When he was fully undressed, Jürgen stood back, his eyes roaming appreciatively over Nicks body. "Mmmm, nice body, Nick. You've been going to the gym."
Nick's smile was modest, but proud. "Yeah, I want to attract the right kind of guy."
Jürgen's eyebrow shot up, a hint of surprise mixed with curiosity. "So this has been on your mind for some time then?"
Nick nodded, his gaze meeting Jürgen's directly. "Yes, and truthfully, you were the first. I know what I said, but I wanted you to be the first to fuck me."
The admission hung in the air, heavy with significance. Jürgen's response was heartfelt; a quiet acknowledgement of the trust Nick had placed in him. "I take that as an honour, Nick, thank you."
Nick's eyes sparkled with a mix of desire and submission as Jürgen barked an order, his voice husky with need. "Now get on that fucking bed, boi. I need your throat."
Nick needed no further encouragement. He positioned himself at the edge of the bed, his cock already hard and throbbing with anticipation. Nick lay across the mattress, his head hanging off the edge, perfectly positioned for Jürgen's assault.
Without preamble, Jürgen lined up his cock, teased the tip against Nick's lips before driving forward, burying himself to the hilt in Nick's throat. He felt Nick's struggle, but it was short-lived, overcome by Jürgen's ruthless pace.
"Good boi, well done," Jürgen praised, his voice rough with lust as he fucked Nick's throat with abandon.
Nick made no response, his throat working to accommodate Jürgen's girth, his face twisted in a mix of pleasure and pain. But as Jürgen watched, he saw Nick's eyes glaze over, his body relaxing into the brutal thrusts, surrendering to Jürgen's desire.
Jürgen's climax built quickly, his balls tightening, his cock pulsing with the need to unload. With a guttural groan, he surged forward, driving as deep as he could, and came with a force that shook his entire body.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Jürgen pulled out, leaving Nick gasping for air. He smiled, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Fuck, that was good, Nick."
Nick's voice was hoarse, his throat raw, but still filled with gratitude. "Thank you, sir."
Jürgen turned, his eyes locking with Nick's, and pulled him into a gentle embrace. "Come on, let's get some sleep."
And with that, the two men slipped under the covers, their bodies entwined, their hearts heavy with the weight of their newfound intimacy.
Jürgen began following the arrogant cunt, so he could get a good picture of his movements, as the week dragged on, Jürgen found himself growing increasingly bored with the guys predictability. The man's daily routine was as monotonous as it was easy to follow. Jürgen would wait for him at various spots, always knowing exactly where to be to catch a glimpse of the smug, arrogant prick.
Despite the tediousness, Jürgen remained focused on his ultimate goal. He couldn't allow his weariness to cloud his judgment or compromise his plan. And so, he continued to observe his movements, meticulously noting every detail.
By the time Saturday rolled around, Jürgen felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him. He had collected ample information on the man he sought to abduct and retrain. Now, all that remained was to put his plan into action.
That evening, Jürgen called Nick confirming that he was ready to proceed with the abduction and retraining. Nick mentioned that his brother was already preparing everything, and that setup would be complete by the following week.
Jürgen's heart raced with excitement as he ended the call. He sat back on the sofa, a triumphant grin spreading across his face.
As he waited for the appointed day to arrive, Jürgen felt a mix of anticipation and dread. He knew that what he was about to do was morally repugnant, but he couldn't shake the thrill that came with the prospect of finally asserting control over someone who had once dominated him.
And so, Jürgen counted down the days, his mind consumed by the looming event. He was ready to snatch the arrogant son of a bitch from his mundane existence and form him into the obedient, submissive plaything he had always craved. The game was afoot, and Jürgen was determined to emerge victorious.
About a week later, Nick confirmed that everything was in place, Nick and his brother had set everything up, all that was needed was to nab the bloke and start the transformation.
“Want me to come with you Jürgen ?”
“Please Nick, I hoped you wouldn’t mind.”
They set off in the van that Nick had ‘acquired’ the parked up at the spot that Jürgen had picked and walked down the alley and waited, Jürgen knew he would be along in about 10 minutes. They had gaffer tape, rope and handcuffs at the ready. Whilst they waited in the dim alley, Jürgen couldn’t help but pull Nick into a long kiss, his tongue dominating Nick. Jürgen pulled back and they grinned at each other.
Jürgen poked his head round the corner and saw him coming. Hearts beating quickly they got everything ready. He approached the alley and Jürgen pulled him into the alley whilst Nick taped his mouth, they soon had him immobile using the rope round his ankles and handcuffs on his hands. Nick pulled a black leather hood over his head and zipped it so it was tight.
Jürgen looked out and seeing nobody they bundled him into he van and quickly drove to Jürgen s place.
They took one end each and hauled him upstairs, it wasn’t easy because he was wriggling trying to get away. They eventually got him into a chair and secured him. “Right we need to inject his arm to keep him calm.” Jürgen nodded and did the deed.
In no time at all he slumped forwards, they removed everything including cutting off his clothes, and secured his legs to the chair and his arms behind his back. “Right, he is going nowhere now.” Jürgen handed Nick the VR headset which he put in place and the headphones for sound.
“Switch on Nick” he nodded and set it working “even though he is out of it, his subconscious will take everything in and store it, basically, he’s watching skinheads having sex with each other, skinheads having a bit of aggro, you know putting the boots in, that will help toughen him up, the headphones are telling him that he is gay, he is a boi, he is submissive, he loves piss, he loves cock, he loves boot licking, he will do anything he master requires of him. Not all will be played from the word go; they will be added in as time goes on. My brother thinks that for this to be a success, he’ll need at least a week.”
Jürgen stood and hauled Nick to his feet “now it is my turn to thank you.” And pulled him into a kiss “my bedroom?” Nick smiled nodding.
I stood waiting, Nick got the message and started to undress me, he pulled the braces off my shoulders and lowered them, next my Fred Perry polo shirt, he stepped back admiring the muscled chest, he couldn’t help himself and played with my pierced nipples, I coughed, letting him know that he shouldn’t be doing that. “Sorry sir. Please can you sit, so I can remove your boots.” I sat and he unlaced my boots, took off the boot socks and pulled my jeans down, and took them off. He tidied everything away and then knelt on the floor in front of me. He didn’t know where to look, my huge fat cock was hard and ready to be worshipped, but he also knew he should be looking up into my face, waiting for permission.
Eventually he did look up “about time boy…….now get naked yourself.”
He was soon naked himself and he too was erect and also leaking, “you leaking for me boi?”
I pulled him over my lap and saw he was plugged “I guess you like wearing this now?”
“Yes sir, I wear it all the time now, thank you for gifting it to me.”
I yanked the plug out and started using his ass, I pushed my fingers inside and Nick started to moan lustily. “Please sir, fuck me. I want to feel your huge cock ripping me open.”
“That’ll be a pleasure boi.” I moved Nick onto his back and lifted his legs, I got between his legs, I lifted them over my shoulders and got into position. I got the head of my cock to his ass and pushed everything in as deep as it would go. His eyes closed for a moment but soon opened and looked directly at me, mouthing a thank you. I bent down and kissed him as I continued fucking.
I fucked Nick as hard as I could, knowing it was what both of us wanted “this is so good Jürgen .”
“You have a nice ass boi, need a master who can use and abuse you, and open that ass of yours so you can get fisted.” Nick immediately shot his load over the two of us, his ass tightened up making me shoot my load. “Fuck you Nick, I didn’t want to shoot so fucking soon.”
“Sorry sir, but I couldn’t help it, you telling me that I should be fisted drove me over the edge.” We kissed deeply and split so we could clean up.
We checked on my new boi, he was awake now, his cock was erect, which was a good sign, we also heard lusty moaned from his mouth, another good sign. We left him there and went back to the bedroom. “Looks as if its working Nick.” We both heard a loud moan and dashed next door, the bois cock was spurting cum and hands free.
“Yeah, you are going to be one happy skinhead boss when he is fully transformed.”
“Thanks, I am looking forward to it, I” I stopped talking.
“I think I know what you were going to say and it wouldn’t work, we know far too much about one another, I am happy to be fuck buddies instead.”
Jürgen smiled and pulled Nick into a long hot kiss. They parted and Nick dressed and went home, leaving Jürgen sitting looking at his boi, he cock was still hard despite just shooting and he was leaking too, Jürgen moved closer and couldn’t resist kissing him, difficult with the VR headset and headphones but he pushed his tongue in deep and snogged his new boi for the first time, the boi responded and his cock spurted cum again. “You boi, are going to be one fucking horny bastard aren’t you, I can’t fucking wait.”
After 5 days had passed Jürgen was getting stir crazy staying indoors, Nick had phoned frequently and apparently met somebody, which please Jürgen immensely.
Jürgen noticed that the boi has constantly shot a load hands free as he was covered in cum. Jürgen decided to free his hands, he rubbed them and immediate went for his cock, wanking himself constantly. Jürgen smiled and got the lube and dripped it over the bois cock. What he heard next shocked him a little as it was unexpected.
“Master why am I strapped to the chair?”
“You were very naughty, you decided to pick up a guy to fuck you, you know damn well that your cunt belongs to me, nobody and I mean nobody fucks you except me.”
“I don’t remember that master.”
“No, you wouldn’t, rather than thrash you, which you’d enjoy far too much, I decided to re-educate you and remind you who the fuck you belong to.”
“Yes Master, I am sorry, how much longer am I going to be strapped down?”
“I’ll free you later today, the first thing I am going to do when I release you is to shave your head.”
“Yes Master, thank you.” Jürgen wondered if he was playing with him, but he dismissed that when he started wanking himself again and moaning about his master and worshipping his boots. Jürgen grinned and left the boi to it.
Jürgen changed into his rubber skin gear, his black rangers, yellow socks and matching laces. He looked at himself in the bedroom mirror “that should get him going. Right, time to release the boi.”
Jürgen first switched everything off, then removed the headphones and the removed the VR headset. The boi blinked a couple of times; he came too properly and stared at Jürgen and moaned lustily.
“Why the fuck did I go with somebody else when I have my master, who looks so fucking horny in his gear.”
“Exactly.” Jürgen took hold of his cock, squeezed it painfully making the boi cry out in pan and dragged him into the bathroom by said cock. “Sit.” He sat down on the chair, I first used a pair of scissors to removed as much hair on his head as I could, then using a Whal, I removed the rest to a fine stubble. The boi sat there not moving or speaking, I then lathered his head and used a razor to remove everything else leaving him as bald as me. “That’s better boi.”
“Go and get dressed, I have laid your clothes on the bed. I fucking hope you remember how to lace your boots as I am forever doing it for you dumb nuts.”
He walked away and I heard him dress in his tight bleachers, Fred Perry and braces. Then I head a moan of disgust “sorry master but I can get my boot laces properly laced.”
“Okay boi.” I went through to the bedroom and he was clearly upset with himself. “Don’t worry boi, I really don’t mind.” I laced his boots for him. “There, a nicely turned-out skin boi.”
“One final touch, bend over the bed boi.” He did as he was told, I lowered the zip round his ass and lubed up his ass using my fingers, he was tight as I knew he would be. I picked up a butt plug that was hidden in the bedside cabinet “take these boi, and have a huge sniff.” He opened the poppers and took a huge sniff. He moaned and I pushed the plug deep into his ass.
“There all done boi. Now we can go out.” I pulled up the zip round his ass; the plug automatically pulled deeper into his ass by the tight denim. “Fuck, that feels good.”
I grinned and we set off for the pub. We came across a couple of chavs who started leering at us and making homophobic comments, I was about to say something but boi spoke up before I could say anything. “What the fuck is your problem, you looking for a fight, one kick in the bollocks from my boots and you’ll fucking be singing falsetto, if you know what that is.” They ran off.
“Well done boi.” We carried on to the pub; I was seriously impressed by my boi, clearly the VR worked.
We got to the pub, it was a bar called construction, it was a gay skinhead night every night. “Oi, oi Jim, two pints lager please.”
“Have I been here before master?”
“Call me sir boi, yes you have.”
“I seem to have trouble remembering.”
“Hey boi, don’t worry, I am here to look after you.”
I took my boi to the back of the bar where I usually stood, I could see almost everyone and everything going on from there. “Oi, oi Nick.”
“Jürgen , didn’t think you’d be here tonight.”
“Yeah, everything is great” I kicked my boi and pointed to the floor, he knew what was wanted and dropped to the floor and worked my boots with his tongue.
Nick looked at me with surprise written across his face. “Oh, can I introduce Butch. Butch this is a good mate Jürgen . We both fist bumped and all three of us chatted easily, until Butch knees Nick in the bollocks. He fell to the floor and started on Butch’ boots leaving Butch and I to chat.
“What do you think of Nick?”
“He is a great guy; seems to know what an alpha wants before I even say anything.”
I grinned broadly “That’s Nick all over, he works hard to please an alpha, just never met one that he really clicked with.”
“I suppose you’ve used him?”
“Yeah of course I have, but we have always been friends first and very occasional fuck buddies.”
Butch leant into my ear “I think that he may have met his long-term alpha, early days for both of us, but we seemed to click the first time we met.”
“Good, Nick deserves an alpha to run his life for him.” I kicked my boi “I need a piss boi.” He got up and carefully opened my rubber skin jeans and got my cock out and took it into his mouth. I pissed deep into his mouth letting him taste my waste fluid, I could have pushed it into his throat and pissed but I wasn’t feeling nasty.
When I finished my piss he let my cock out of his mouth and sat back looking up at me with pleading eyes, I knew what he wanted but he wouldn’t unless I gave him permission. “Okay boi.” He grinned broadly and took me back in his mouth and worked my cock using his tongue, he let it slide to the back of his throat, he swallowed and all my huge cock disappeared into his throat. I took hold of his head and face fucked him as hard as I could “fuck boi, very nice.”
Butch and Nick were watching “go on pup, get my cock out.” Nick undid his bleachers and hauled out a massive cock, longer and fatter than mine and he had a zero-gauge piercing in the end. Nick swallowed the whole thing taking it deep as it would go. Butch started face fucking Nick.
I knew I was going to shoot; I pulled my boi onto my cock and unloaded a huge amount of cum followed quickly by Butch.
The sounds of moaning and slurping filled the air as we continued our debauched display. I pulled my boy off my cock, giving it a few sloppy licks as a thanks. Nick and Butch were still at it, their cocks disappearing down each other's throats with ease.
"Damn, Nick, couldn't hold back for Butch, could ya?" I joked, smacking my boy's ass cheek. He grunted in response, still half-hard and eager for more.
Butch pulled off Nick's cock, a string of saliva connecting the head to his lips. "He's a natural," Butch said with a grin, eyeing Nick up and down like a predator sizing up prey. "I think I'll keep him."
Nick looked pleased at the prospect, rubbing his head against Butch's strong chest. "I like being a pup," he admitted, his voice husky from all the cock he'd just taken.
I chuckled, feeling a sense of pride in the scenario unfolding before me. "That's what happens when you find your alpha," I said, clapping Nick on the back.
Butch turned to me then, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity. "So, Jürgen , what do you think of the new arrangement?"
I smirked "I think it's perfect, mate. Nick's found his place, and you... well, you look like you've found your puppy."
Butch let out a low growl, his fangs glinting in the dim light of the bar. "He's mine now," he said, his voice a rumble of pure alpha dominance. "And he'll learn to serve me in every way I desire."
Nick shivered at the words, his cock hardening anew at the prospect of being owned by such a powerful alpha. I knew that Nick was in for a wild ride, and I couldn't wait to see how he'd adapt to his new reality.
With a final nod of approval, I turned to leave with my boi, my own needs temporarily sated. As I walked away, I heard Butch's voice, low and commanding: "Get on your knees, puppy. Show me what a good little rubber skinhead you're going to be."
