Kidnapped (part 4 - The Conflict Within)
Even though I was unconscious, images flashed through my mind and I mumbled along reciting the mantra Iâd been given. The images changing with each line I recited.
âIâm a skinhead boiâ.
âI wear black boots with while ladder lacesâ.
âI need to get inkedâ.
âI wear ass tight bleachers and bracesâ.
âI will get more metalâ.
âI wear a Fred Perry shirt and an MA1âł.
âI wanna be feared in the streetâ.
âIâll stay bald foreverâŠâ
In an instant, I came around. My heart was racing. I felt different.
âIâm a skinhead boiâ, I blurted out with more aggression and attitude. âIâM A SKINâŠâ, I shouted, but no one replied.
I looked in the mirror, which was still at the side of me and realised I hadnât transitioned into a proper skinhead. I could see that my head had been shaved, obviously some time had passed because stubble was showing, and Iâd been pierced in several places, but the hair can regrow and all the metal could be removed. I needed to find a way to confirm my status as skinhead and not return to my old life of boring office work and tedious meetings.
I could sense this voice inside my head trying to be heard, âWhat are you doing? What are you thinking? Youâve got a great job. Youâre married, youâve got a kidâŠâ
âIâM A SKINHEADâ, I shouted again, and the voice in my head was silenced.
Just then I heard the door open and the skinhead walked back into the roomâŠ
âAlright lad? Well rested? Good. Here, youâll be thirsty Iâve made you a drinkâ, and he held it to my mouth
I took a sip, it tasted foul. âFuuuuck. What is this shit youâve given meâ Where did that come from, thatâs not the way Iâd normally speak.Â
âItâs just a drink, keeps you hydrated and you get the nutrients you need lad, câmon finish it upâ.
My throat was dry so, despite the weird taste the drink hit the spot. He left the room as quickly. I heard the voice again. âWhy did you drink that stuff?â, âYou need to get out of hereâ, âthe changes theyâve made can be reversedâ, âitâs not too lateâŠâArrggh! Shut the fuck up. Donât fucking tell me what to do. Iâm a Skinhead. Iâll wear black boots with while ladder laces, a Fred Perry shirt and an MA1âł.
He returned to the room carrying some bags.Â
âOi, Oi, Whatchu got thereâ I has not idea why I added the âOi Oiâ to the start of the sentence .
The skinhead smiled. âOh, just a few things yer going to need later on. Iâll pop them over hereâ.Â
Despite the other voice nattering away in my head. I turned towards the skinhead who, by now had put the bags on the floor and with conviction I spoke up, âIâm⊠a⊠SKINHEAD, I wear black boots with while ladder laces, a Fred Perry shirt and an MA1, I need more metal, I need to get inked, I need to get inked, I NEED TO GET INKEDâ.
The skinhead laughed, âI know. It seems like youâre ready for whatâs next, Iâll be backâ
He was gone a few minutes, and then returned. âRight, Iâm going to untie you now. Youâre not going to cause me any trouble are you boi?â I shook my head from side-to-side. âGood lad, yer gonna like what Iâve got planned, follow meâ.Â
With that I got up. I was quite stiff from being strapped to a chair for, well I donât know how long. I followed a few steps behind the skinhead. âNowâs your chance, you can escapeâ, âGo on, make a run for itâ. âWill you shut the fuck up, I donât want to run, why would I run, IâM A SKINHEADâ. âRun for it, go back homeâŠâ. âAaaaaarrghh, IâM⊠A⊠SKINHEAD, IâM⊠A⊠SKINHEAD, I wear black boots with while ladder laces, a Fred Perry shirt and an MA1, I need more metal, I need to get inked, Iâll stay bald foreverâŠâ With that I lifted my had to touch my head; I felt the fuzz. âI need to be shaved.â
The skinhead turned around and grinned, âyes, you do boiâ. He knew I was conflicted. But he also knew that with the videos and what was added to the drinks heâd plied me with, the skinhead in me was getting stronger.Â
âThatâs what weâre doing first, get in here.â With that he turned on the tap and started to fill the sink with hot water.
With all the noise, the little voice in my head was struggling to get heard. I could feel the skinhead in me taking charge.Â
âSitâ I compiled. I sat in a chair, facing a mirror. The skinhead picked up a pair of clippers which had no comb attachment. I heard the familiar âclackâ sound. I held my breath as the clippers approached my head.Â
I felt them whirring as they ploughed a strip of fuzz away along the centre of my head. âShitâ I said gulping as I saw bare scalp on my head. âOut of the blueâ, the skinhead leaned down and kissed me, breathlessly whispering that he wanted me so bad. My head was in a spin. The voice in my head was temporarily silenced and there was a stirring in my groin.
Eventually there was nothing butt very fine stubble on my head. âYeahâ, was all the skinhead said. âRight Iâm going to teach you about how to shave yer head, because yer gonna want to do it daily from now on.âÂ
He soaked a large flannel in the sink filled with hot water, squeezed out the excess water and placed it on my head. âThis means the razor can slide over your head nice and easy, and will get less irritation after your shave, boi.â
Next he handed me a can of shaving cream. I squirted some foam into my hand as he removed the flannel.
âMake sure you apply the shaving cream evenly to your head, yeah thatâs right - good ladâ.Â
He passed me a towel to wipe the foam that was left on my hand, then gave me a razor. âRight, start ar the top of your head. Slide the razor in the direction of the grain of your hair. Work from front to back with nice steady strokesâ. I did as instructed. âYeah, thatâs rightâ. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a nice bulge building in his bleachers (wait where did that come from?). âNow, put your razor at the back of your crown, then pull it forward towards your forehead. Continue making even strokes until itâs clean-shavenâ
I could feel my cock getting harder and harder, but my focus was on learning what I needed to do to stay bald. âWhat are you doing, are you mad?â A very feint voice was trying to get my attention, but I was focussed on what the skinhead was telling me.
âTop done, letâs do the sides. Put the razor just above the side. Then, pull it down in an even stroke, stopping once you reach the top of your cheeks. Once you finish the one side, switch to the other side and do it all over againâ.
Between strokes of the blade, Iâd dip my razor in the hot water, to keep the blades clean. When that was done, it was time to do the back.
âThis is the hardest bit, boi. You need to take yer time because yer not going to be able to see what yer doing. Place your razor at the back of your crown, then pull it down toward the nape of your neck. Make slow, even passes with your blade until your head is completely shavedâ.
Throughout the time I was shaving my own head I kept repeating my mantra, â Iâm a skinhead, I wear black boots with while ladder laces, a Fred Perry shirt and an MA1, I need more metal, I need to get inked, Iâll stay bald foreverâŠâ
The skinhead handed me the towel, âwipe yer head.â I complied. He pulled out the plug and the sink emptied. Then he put the plug back in and filled up the sink with cold water. âRight, lean forward and dunk yer head, This will seal off your pores and rinse off any little hairs that stuck to your skin as you were shaving boi.â
I did as I was told, grabbed the towel and dried off my head. In the mirror I could see my newly razored head.
I looked up at the skinhead, âIâŠ, IâŠ, IâŠ,â I couldnât finish my sentence.
âWhat do you want boi?âÂ
 I found the words, âI need to get inked, I need to get inked.â
âI know you do boiâ, he smiled, and lit up a cigarette. Everything was going to plan.Â
