As the cold, icy wind of London's winter chill seeped into my bones, I found myself navigating a maze of narrow, dimly lit alleys in search of a small, obscure shop. The flyer I had picked up at my favourite gay pub promised a leather jacket at an unbeatable price, but my journey to find the place had been anything but straightforward.
Boodle's search engine and maps had failed me, leaving me to rely on my intuition and the occasional streetlight to guide me through the shadows. As I approached the dark alley where the shop was supposedly located, a shiver ran down my spine. The atmosphere was oppressive, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched.
Despite my misgivings, I pressed on, determined to find the shop and secure the jacket that would not only protect me from the biting cold but also give me the sense of style and confidence I so desperately craved.
Finally, I spotted a dimly lit window at the end of the alley, adorned with a simple sign that read ‘The Emporium’ taking a deep breath, I stepped inside and was greeted by the sound of a small bell tinkling overhead.
"Be right there, mate," called out a gruff voice from the back of the shop.
I took a moment to survey my surroundings. The shop was small and cluttered, with rows of leather hanging from every available surface. The air was thick with the smell of leather and the faint aroma of motor oil.
A moment later, a man appeared from the back room. He was a skinhead, dressed in rubber skinhead jeans, 30 lace hole black ranger boots that reached his knees, and a rubber polo shirt made to look like a Fred Perry. He had a friendly smile on his face, but there was an air of intensity about him that made me uneasy.
"What can I do for you, mate?" he asked, his eyes scanning me from head to toe.
"I'm looking for a leather jacket," I replied, feeling self-conscious in my ill-fitting jeans and oversized tee. "I saw your flyer in the pub."
The skinhead nodded, his smile widening. "Well, you've come to the right place, mate. Plenty to choose from."
He led me to several rails filled with leather jackets, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The jackets were all beautifully crafted, with intricate stitching and rich, supple leather. I ran my fingers over the smooth surface of one, imagining how it would feel to wear it.
"Try this one on, mate," the skinhead said, pulling a sleek, black jacket from the rack. "I think it'll suit you." It was a leather bomber jacket, in the style of the skinheads usually wear.
As I slipped the jacket on, I felt a sudden rush of confidence. The leather was soft and supple, moulding to my body like a second skin. I couldn't help but admire my reflection in the shop's grimy mirror. The jacket transformed my appearance, making me look taller, stronger, and more self-assured, but that was silly wasn’t it?
"What do you think, mate?" the skinhead asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"It's perfect," I replied, feeling a sense of pride in my newfound confidence.
The skinhead nodded, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "I knew it would be. This particular jacket is special, you see. It has a way of bringing out the best in people. It helps them to become the person they were always meant to be."
I stared at him, unsure if I had heard him correctly. "What do you mean?"
The skinhead chuckled softly. "Don't worry, mate. It's nothing sinister. The jacket just has a way of unlocking your true potential. It's like a magic mirror, showing you the person you could be if you only believed in yourself."
I considered his words, feeling a strange mix of scepticism and curiosity. The idea that a simple leather jacket could have such a profound effect on a person seemed far-fetched, but there was no denying the transformation I had experienced since putting it on.
"How much is it?" I asked, already knowing that I would do whatever it took to make this jacket mine.
The skinhead named a price that was far lower than I had expected, and I couldn't help but wonder if there was a catch. But as I handed over my money and slipped the jacket into a worn leather bag, I felt a sense of excitement building within me.
As I left the shop, the wind seemed to have lost some of its bite. The oppressive atmosphere of the alley had lifted, and I felt a newfound sense of purpose. I couldn't explain it.
Over the next few weeks, the more I wore the jacket, I began to notice subtle changes in my behaviour. I found myself standing taller, speaking more confidently, and making decisions with a newfound sense of conviction. The leather jacket had become a symbol of my transformation, a tangible reminder of the person I was becoming. Seemingly gone was the thin, lanky nerd of a few weeks ago, there was no doubt in my mind that what the skinhead said was true.
I hadn’t been back to the flag since I bought the jacket, but I was determined to go there tonight, I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror admiring the sight before me. I had my hair cropped to a number one, I wanted rid of the curly mess that I had worn for years. I even got a couple of piercings, only my nipples but it was a start.
I spend a fortune on new clothes; skinny jeans, tight tops, my whole body had exploded, I had muscles, not many but I could tell that I had definition now. I dressed in black skinny jeans and a white and tight lycra top, I treated myself to a pair of harness boots too which I adored, I would never have had the courage to buy them in the past, my past.
I picked up my leather jacket, flung it on and left my flat. One of my neighbours was just coming out of his flat “wow Nick, been working out?”
“Yeah” I said not wanting to explain anything to him, I whizzed past and off to the flag.
I arrived and went straight to the bar to get a pint of lager ‘why have I ordered lager; I always have cola.’ I shrugged my shoulders and paid the barman and took my drink. I looked around and seeing nobody in particular of interest I stood and drank.
I wasn’t paying attention to anyone when I felt a presence by my side. I looked up (well, he was taller than me) “Oh, hi”
“Oi, oi mate, looking great.”
“Thanks, I don’t really understand it though, I look different, feel different, I’m even drinking beer, I used to hate it.”
“I’m just going out the back for a smoke, come and join me, we can continue chatting.” He walked off and I followed. He immediately lit a smoke “fuck that’s better” he said blowing out the used smoke. “Want one?” I nodded and he handed me one.
I lit it and breathed in deeply, then exhaled “Much fucking better” I said realising suddenly that I didn’t smoke or swear ‘ah well, fuck it.’ We chatted like old mates even though we only met the once.
When we finished out pints, I took his glass and bought two more “cheers mate” he said taking his pint.
A bit later then evening “Now I think you should come back and see me in the shop. You could do with some more, shall we say….boost to your confidence and outlook.”
“Yeah, why not, I love what this jacket has done for me even if I don’t understand any of it.”
“Do you really need to understand it; you like what you have become so far haven’t you?”
“Yeah, but if I don’t like what happens?”
“Ah, that doesn’t happen, well not often anyway, I am not sure how it works, all I know is that each person changes into a fucking horny cunt.” The skinhead finished his smoke and suddenly pulled me to his face, he grinned and kissed me, he pushed his tongue deep into my mouth, all I could do was moan. He pulled away still grinning “Now I would never have done that if I saw you in here as your old self.” He used his hands and put them on my shoulders and pushed me down to the floor, I was looking directly at his bulging crotch I looked up at him and pulled away the rubber codpiece holding back his cock.
I looked in shock, firstly his cock was tattooed all over apart from the head, that had an ampallang through the head and four Prince Albert piercings all fairly large, he was getting harder, as he did I noticed amid the tatts on his cock, a tape measure, when he was fully hard it read 12 inches. I looked up and he grinned “Now you’ve had a good look, get it in your gob.” I moved forward and took his cock into my mouth, I pushed down until I felt myself gagging, but it never happened, his huge set of low hangers was bouncing off my chin “something I didn’t tell ya” he said laughing “no gag reflex, so you’ll be fucking popular” he grabbed hold of my head and started face fucking me. I just let the skinhead do what the fuck he wanted “fuck yeah” and I soon felt him unload.
“Another thing, as soon as I have shot a load, my balls seem to fill up fucking quickly, so I am ready to go almost straight away.”
He kissed me and then he dragged me back into the bar. As the barman was pouring our pints, the skinhead turned to my ear and whispered, “never tell a fucker about how you changed, otherwise -you’ll go back to as you were, and I know damn well you don’t want to be him again do ya!”
I shuddered as he spoke. I paid and gave him his pint. We stepped back from the bar “When you come in the shop tomorrow, I will wanna fuck that big ass of yours.”
“I haven’t got a big ass, have I?”
“Deffo, it was fucking flat when you came into the shop, it is nice and round and very fuckable.” He pulled me into a kiss and walked off to see his mates that were round the other side of the bar.
I wandered a bit not really seeing anyone of real interest, so I went out the back and reached into the pocket of my jacket and pulled out my cigarettes and zippo. I lit one and took a long deep inhale feeling much better ‘hang on, I didn’t have any cigarettes, oh well I ain’t gonna worry about it’ a guy stepped closer “Can I grab a light mate?”
“Sure” and I lit his cigarette.
“I wonder why I don’t give up” he said inhaling deeply “but it does mean I can get time alone with the cutest guy in the pub tonight.”
I looked around, there was only me and him out here “me?” I said a little shocked.
“Yes you, you must know you are good looking, you have a beautiful bubble butt” he reached round and caressed my ass as he spoke “a decent cock and I adore tight jeans on a lad.” He pulled me close and kissed me. I felt his tongue enter my mouth, I gently pulled on it, I felt him moan. He stepped back. He was all smiles, and we both finished out cigarettes and went into the bar, he got us a couple of pints and he pulled me back outside, I wanna watch you smoke as I fuck that huge ass. He undid my tight skinny jeans, he managed to pull them down And release my cock which was super hard “you are a horny lad, aren’t you?” I lit up a smoke and let it hang in the corner of my mouth.
I pulled him closer kissing him. “Shall I turn round and face the wall?” I asked with a huge grin.
“I think you should, yes.” I turned and felt the coldness of the lube against my ass cheeks, it pressed into my hole, his finger felt good, it had been such a long time since I was fucked, my only hope was I could take his cock like I did the skinheads….deep.
I felt him push the head and it went inside; I moaned loving the sensation after so long. He pushed inwards until I felt him bottom out, I wasn’t sure how big he was but boy it felt so good. “Nice and tight, feels great.” He started fucking me.
“You can fuck me harder than that.” He took me at my word and held my hips and started fucking me hard. “Yeah much better” I yelled loving it immensely.
A few guys came out for a cigarette themselves and watched closely as I got fucked, it must have spurred on my fucker and he quickly shot his load deep inside me. He leant down, kissed me and pulled out and walked off. I decided to stay still and not move, I head a muttering from those watching, I saw a guy move forwards and the opening of a zip.
I moaned as the cock entered me, pushing all the way in. “Mmmm, a nice tight cum-filled ass,” he said, and began fucking me. His thrusts were powerful and unrelenting, hitting my prostate dead on with each stroke. I groaned loudly, my whole body shaking from the intense pleasure.
The new fucker didn't seem to care about discretion, and soon a small crowd had gathered to watch me get plowed. I couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and excitement at the scenario unfolding.
As the stranger pumped into me, the remnants of my previous fuck still lingering inside, I felt myself approaching the edge once more. He gripped my hips tightly, slapping against my ass with each thrust.
“Yeah, take it, you dirty cum slut,” someone in the crowd called out. I couldn't tell who it was, but the degradation only served to turn me on more.
The stranger's thrusts became more erratic as he chased his own release. “Gonna fill up your ass with even more cum, filthy little cunt” he grunted.
With a final, deep shove, he buried himself to the hilt and erupted inside me. I screamed in pleasure, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train as I felt his hot cum coating my insides.
As he pulled out, I slowly turned around, my jeans now partially around my ankles and my used hole still dripping. The crowd of onlookers cheered and whistled, clearly pleased with the show.
I smirked, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. It was apparent that word was going to spread about the tight, horny ass that could take a pounding and beg for more. I looked forward to seeing who else would come looking for a taste of my tight, cum-filled hole.
“Who’s next then to fuck my tight cum filled hole” I said lighting up a cigarette.”
A skinhead in full rubber gear walked over, I could see the size of his cock inside the tight black rubber, I moaned and looked up at him “get it out cum slut.”
“Yes sir” I opened the tight rubber jeans to release his cock; it wasn’t that long but it was as fat as a beer can and he had a huge piercing through the end. I stood and turned round bending at the same time. He pushed the piercing in and then like a piledriver he rammed everything inside in one lunge, it took my breath away but fuck it felt good to be taken that way.
“Despite being a cum dump, you ass is so tight, fucking good it feels too.” The rubberized skinhead started fucking me and fucking me hard. “you must do a hell of a lot of squats to keep that fucking ass so tight, I thought you’d be sloppy after all the guys that have screwed you tonight.” He said still pounding in and out.
“Need a piss” he said not bothering to find out if I was into it or not. I heard him moan and relax and with his cock deep in my ass, then I felt him piss, it went deep and filled me up, but it felt fucking good. “Now I can fuck” he started fucking again “Yeah, feels fucking great, fucking a piss filled ass, and because you are so fucking tight, it ain’t gonna leak either. “YEEEEAAAAHHH” and he lunged deep and he sent his cum to mix with all the others and the piss.
“Thank you sir” I said when he had pulled out, he was busy tucking his cock back inside his rubber.
“You are a good fuck boi, if I see you here again expect more of the same and maybe, just maybe something else too.” He grinned and walked off.
‘I wonder what he meant’ I thought “sorry but my ass is closed for the time being, need a break” I redressed and lit a smoke and drank my beer.
I heard last orders ring out, so I finished my pint and my smoke and left to go home. I felt the rubber guys piss finally start to leak out of my ass, as I walked along I just let go of the piss and cum filling my ass, I felt horny again knowing the back of my skinny jeans were wet with piss and cum.
As I walked through the streets of London and home, I began to see the world in a new light. The city that had once seemed so cold and unforgiving now felt like a place of endless possibility. I found myself drawn to new experiences and opportunities, eager to explore the world and discover who I truly was.
The following day, I phoned in sick at work without hesitation, eager to follow up on the skinhead's provocative offer from the previous night. As I arrived at his shop around 10 am, he greeted me with a knowing "Oi, oi, welcome back." I thanked him, expressing my desire to take him up on his suggestion.
"Fucking knew you wouldn't be able to resist," he teased, "did you get loads of cock then?" I grinned and confirmed his hunch, recounting my enthusiastic exploration of multiple partners the night before - a 'train' of men, I claimed, whose cocks I had taken one after the other, losing count of the number.
Encouraged by my enthusiastic retelling, the skinhead asked if I wanted to see what other transformations his gear could facilitate. I nodded eagerly, and he instructed me to strip naked, grinning as I complied. My hardened erection stood at attention as I stood bare before him.
"A horny boy, aren't you?" he observed with a chuckle. I nodded again, still grinning. The skinhead then explained that, given I already owned a jacket from him, subsequent changes might occur more quickly - sometimes even instantly. He suggested we begin with the Hi-Viz outfit.
I slipped on the shiny orange trousers and matching jacket with socks and rigger boots. However, nothing appeared to happen in terms of physical alteration. Undeterred, the skinhead suggested trying on the police uniform next. When that produced no change either, he recommended the Household Cavalry uniform as a alternative.
After a brief delay, I tried on the cavalry uniform, still expecting nothing to occur. However, he insisted that something would eventually happen, it was just a matter of finding the right clothes. He then directed me to attempt the full leather outfit - everything from head to toe.
As I donned the leathers, I suddenly felt a tingling sensation. The skinhead noticed and commented that I was "getting close" to the desired transformation. He then selected a skinhead outfit - bleachers, polo shirt, braces, socks, and boots - and instructed me to put it on.
By the time I was fully dressed, I could feel something happening within my body. My muscles seemed to grow and define further, my cock appearing longer and thicker than before. A yellow plastic zip materialized all the way around the bleachers, from front to back. My previously short hair had vanished, replaced by a completely bald head, mirroring the skinhead's own appearance.
As I examined myself, I felt tingling on my face and witnessed the emergence of large flesh tunnels in my ears, a large septum forming in my nose. My upper chest, which had been noticeable but not overly large, now sported two huge piercings each, replacing the tiny ones I had before. My cock and balls started to tingle, so I lowered my bleachers and watched as a huge zero-gauge Prince Albert appeared and on the underside of my now much longer and fatter cock, I ladder of piercings appeared, when I thought it had stopped, the piercings continued down the scrotum and round almost to me ass.
" Well, I think we've found what you're meant to be," the skinhead declared, eyeing my dramatically altered physique with a satisfied grin.
"A pierced skinhead, though and through," I pointed out, still trying to process the extensive changes.
"Yeah, and fucking horny you look, too," he quipped. "But I can't work like this."
"Well, don't," he replied nonchalantly.
"I can't live on fresh air," I countered.
The skinhead laughed and directed me to look in my wallet. Inside, I found my photo ID now displayed my new appearance - the stark contrast between my prior self and the person I now saw staring back. My work passes were gone, replaced by staff identification for a large fetish club.
"Fuck," I exhaled in disbelief.
"Yeah, just what I want, boy," the skinhead agreed, his tone turning authoritative once more. "Bend over that fucking counter."
I complied, positioning myself as instructed. The skinhead then pulled down the zipper encircling my ass. The implications of my altered reality sank in - I now belonged in a world of fetish and desire, with no place in my old life. As I stood there, vulnerable yet aroused, I knew I had irrevocably embraced the skinhead's dark allure.
The skinhead felt my ass “you are wet boy, good as I would have gone in dry.” I felt the steel of his zero-gauge piercing into my ass, then he fell on me, pushing every inch inside in one. It took my breath away but I must admit it felt fucking good. He started his fuck and I instantly knew this fuck was hard and so much better then any of the others last night.
“Fuck yeah, use that huge cock and fuck me hard you skinhead cunt.” I said pushing back meeting his thrusting.
“You’re definitely cut out to be a skinhead, you can take a hard fuck, fuck you are tight despite how many fucked you last night, I fucking hope you’ll always be tight as I intend using you over and over again, now we’ve met I ain’t letting you go anywhere.”
I moaned at the thought of getting this guys cock all the time, so much so I shot my load in my tight bleachers. “Have you cum boy?”
“Yeah, that’s how fucking good you are at using your cock, never cum without touching before.”
“It was meant to be boy” he said fucking me so hard the counter moved.
“FUCK” he yelled out and I felt him shoot his load deep in my ass “mmmm, that was fucking ace boy, stick around, I will want more of that later.”
I turned and looked at him, he nodded to the floor, I knew what he wanted and fell to the floor and took his cock into my mouth, he held my head and rammed everything deep in my throat. “Now boy, time to give you a drink.”
I didn’t get to taste his piss, he was so far in my throat that he just pissed away, sensing my need, he pulled out a little letting me savour the last few drops.
“Thanks mate.” I said still on the floor looking up at him. “I don’t even know your name.”
“Butch.” He said grinning.
“Steve.” I said in reply.
“Now we know who each other are, I meant what I said, I want you to stick around, you are a fantastic fuck best I’ve had for years. Tell me, do you like kissing Steve?” I nodded with a grin “Good” he pulled me to him and we snogged, each of us fighting for space in each other’s mouths.
“When I am with my mates I do not kiss.”
“Okay” I said pulling him to me and kissing him deeply.
“There is something else I want for you, I am going to put a collar round your neck and lock it on with a padlock, it is so fucking big, you’ll never hide it.” He picked up a chain which was in a plastic bag, he carefully put it round my neck and locked it on me, I shuddered and shot another load into my bleachers. “That tells me that you want this Steve.”
He was grinning broadly “Oh by the way, the chain is special, over the next 24 hours, other changes are going to happen, tatts will develop on you, I don’t know where they will appear or what they’ll be, and hopefully more piercings will appear. Don’t worry, I know you want this don’t you boy.”
The use of boy meant something to me “Yes sir, I understand.”
“Good boy Steve. Now do you want me to plug that ass of yours or let the cum seep out and stain your bleachers?”
“I think I’d like the cum to stain my bleachers Butch, the front is already stained with my cum, so it is only right that the rear is stained with yours.” He laughed and kissed me again.
“Get that zip up round your ass boy.” I did as I was told. “I need a smoke, he went out the front and I followed, I lit one for him and then my own. Butch took a long drag on his smoke, and then turned to face me, he put his mouth over mine and exhaled, I took his used smoke into my own lungs moaning as he did, he pulled away and was grinning, I did the same to him, we ended up smoking and snogging.
I felt I needed to lick his boots, I fell to the floor and started worshipping and licking his boots, making sure I covered every part. “Stand up boy” Butch finally said, I did as I was told and he looked down at his boots. “Good job, thanks boy.”
“What time do you have to be at work tonight boy?”
I was about to say that I had no idea, and then suddenly everything changed, I knew where I worked and what time “Nine this evening sir.” Went
“Okay boy, let’s lock up and go back to your place.” Butch locked the shop and we got the underground to my flat. I suddenly realised that the flat although mine and I knew it was but it was in a different place than before, at least I think it was ‘Jesus, I am getting confused’ I thought as I opened the metal grill over the door.
I opened the front door and stood back knowing that Butch had to go first. I went straight to the fridge and got a couple of beers “Thanks boy” sir sat on the chair and I automatically sat on the floor next to him.
I started to feel pain, Butch noticed “sooner than I expected” he stood and pulled me up off the floor, he took my clothes off, I was unable to do anything as the pain was debilitating. I was soon naked and I was helped into the bedroom, where Butch laid me on the bed.
“You passed out boy, the extra changes happened a bit too fast, but you look amazing.”
I looked down and saw some of the tatts and piercings, Butch explained that my arms and legs were totally covered in skinhead tatts, some of them were X-rated he said laughing. Every conceivable part of your body is now pierced, I love the spikes on your skull, suits you.” I used my hand and felt them “on your back you have a tatt of a skinhead in full gear, not sure how to say this boy, but it’s me.”
“Really?” he nodded “I feel honoured sir.” Butch grinned “what else?”
“Cobwebs on your elbows and neck, skinhead tattooed on the back of your head and on the fingers of your hand. The piercings are fucking huge, how do they feel?”
“What are you going to wear at work tonight boy?”
I thought for a moment or two and I shrugged my shoulders. “Lets have a look at what is in your wardrobe.” Butch opened the wardrobe, I was shocked at what I was looking at, nothing was as I remember, everything was either skinhead related or total fetish. “Loads of gear to choose from boy?”
“Yes sir, what would you recommend?”
“Well, you deffo need to show off your ink and piercings, so first off, yellow socks and 30 lace hole boots, they will hide the tatts below the knees but still show the filth above” he said with a grin. He saw a jockstrap in a plastic bag, opened it and sniffed “fuck nice and filthy.” He handed it to me and I sniffed, my cock rose to full hardness, so I quickly put it on. “Fucking ace boy.” Butch rummaged further and found a rubber vest, it was see-through, so everyone would be able to see the tatts on my chest and back. Sir helped me put it on, when I looked in the mirror I shot a load inside the jock. “Mmmm, not surprised you shot a load boy, you look fucking horny.”
“Everyone will want you tonight boy, I think I will come to the club tonight, watch you used by all those horny men. I am going home boy, I want to change into rubber myself, I’ll see you there boy.”
“Yes sir.” He kissed me before leaving.
I sat down trying to relax but couldn’t, I kept standing and looking at myself in the mirror, loving the look. I went out the front door not caring if anyone could see me or not, I stood there smoking leaning over the brick wall watching the world go by. A few people passed making comments about how disgusting I looked, I gave them the finger and they huffed and walked on. I lit another when I finished the first as I was watching some lads playing footy down below.
By the time I finished the second the game was breaking up and they all went their separate ways. I heard one of the lads coming up the stairs, he came my way and stopped when he saw me. “Fucking hell.” He said just staring.
“What?” I asked turning “wanna smoke?” he nodded so I lit two handing him one. He came and stood next to me and we both looked over the wall watching the world go by, I felt his hand on my ass, I moaned and pushed back gently, so he would know I wasn’t gonna kick up a fuss.
The next thing I knew he was behind me and I felt his cock entering my ass. “Fuck yeah.” I bent further and he started fucking me “mmmm, so fucking good, I ain’t never happy unless I have cock up my ass.”
A man came up the stairs and stood aghast at what he was watching, he came over “Hiya dad” said the lad fucking me.
“Didn’t know you like fucking lads son?”
“Yeah, much better than pussy, can’t get ‘em pregnant.” His dad laughed and knelt on the floor and moved in front of me taking my cock from the filthy jockstrap and swallowed me whole. Now I was completely happy……a cock in my ass and my cock deep in a throat and we were where anyone could see.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum” said the lad and I felt him shoot his load in my ass, I too shot my load into the mouth of the lads dad.
They both kissed me “Can I fuck you again?”
“Yeah, anytime I am around?”
Deffo, I want you again, perhaps your dad can fuck me too.” I lit a smoke and handed one to the lad and his father, we stood chatting and smoking.
“Come on son, I need to get on with dinner before I go into work.”
“Okay dad” his father walked off.
The son kissed me again “Wanna fuck you again and soon”
“Excellent, come round tomorrow, you can fuck me as much as you want.” He grinned and walked off “fuck he’s already got that alpha swagger that I fucking love to see.” He must have heard me as he turned and grinned before turning the corner to his flat.
I went back inside and looked at the time “mmmm, time to get off to work.”
I looked at myself and knew I had to cover myself up, I reached for some satin shorts and pulled them over the jockstrap and headed off to the club.
By the time I got there security were just opening up “Steve, good timing.”
“Thanks, have I got time for a smoke?”
“Yeah, I’ll join you.” The other guard didn’t smoke so he walked in and sorted the alarms and such like. “Take those fucking shorts off boy.”
“Yes sir.” I pulled them off as ordered.
“Much fucking better boy.” He manoeuvred himself so he was behind me, I felt him pull down his zip, I soon felt his cock against my ass cheeks, he was already hard, he pushed gently, it soon disappeared deep in my ass.
“Mmmm, thanks Joe.” He didn’t fuck me, he didn’t want us to get arrested, but just feeling his hard cock deep in my ass was fantastic. I started clenching and unclenching my anal muscled trying to give him a good feeling in his cock.
“Fuck boy, I love it when you do that, I never need to fuck you, your cunt muscles bring me off.”
“We should get inside then.”
“Nah, I am enjoying being out here with people passing not knowing I’ve got a big cock buried deep in my ass.”
Joe chuckled, “I suppose you ain’t gonna move until I load you up?”
“That’s what I thought.” Joe looked around and seeing nobody, he stared to fuck me and fuck me hard.
The other guard poked his head out the door. “well I’ve never seen anyone smoke like that before?” he said with a laugh “When you’re finished, we should all get on with our work.”
“Yeah, I’m nearly………….there.” he said unloading deep inside my ass.
“Good as always Steve, sets the tone for the long night ahead. Are you going to plug your ass?”
“Nope, I wanna let it leak and streak down my legs.”
“Yup that’s me.” They all went inside and they got on with the tasks at hand, after about an hour, the other staff arrived.
“I think we are up for a busy night tonight lads” said Jeff the bar manager.
“Good” I said thinking of the possibilities.
“Slut” said Jeff grinning.
“Yeah well, make sure you do some fucking work tonight.”
“Where do you want me tonight then?”
“Start with coat check please, then when it gets busier, I need you to collect glasses and restock the bar as necessary.”
“No worries.” I turned and went to the coat check to make sure everything was tidy and in place.
Time marched on and ten o’clock arrived, opening time. There was a queue of guys waiting to get in, some paid and went on in the club, others changed and put their bags in the coat check, I was kept busy for a few hours, I didn’t see Butch come in earlier, it wasn’t until it quietened down that I saw him.
“Sir?” I said surprised “how long have you been in?”
“About an hour boy, you were very busy, so I didn’t interrupt.”
“Do you need a piss yet sir?” he nodded, so I went out of the room and stood where Butch was and opened the cod piece on his black rubber suit. His pierced cock flopped out and slowly got harder as I watched, I took it into my mouth, Butch would push it into my throat if he wanted it that deep but he was allowing my to taste him, he stared to piss and I gulped down all his waste loving the taste of recycled beer. “You Know, I think I much prefer my beer recycled.” I said grinning broadly.
Butch laughed “come and find me boy when you get out of here.”
“Yes sir.” And he walked off into the main part of the club.
“Oh that’s Butch, my alpha, early days but the sex is fantastic.”
“He doesn’t mind you having sex with others?”
“He knows I do, secretly I think he gets turned on knowing his boy is used by others.” A crowd came through the doors, so I was busy for a while, some of the guys lingered staring. One of the guys came out and asked me to finish up here and go and collect glasses.
I went out of the coat check and stood for a moment or two knowing I was being stared at. I bent over to supposedly check my boots laces and showed them my ass. I heard a moan from a couple of them, I turned and winked and went into the main club to start my other task for the night, and hopefully get used by Butch and anyone else if I was lucky.
I started picking up glasses and taking them to the glass washer, when they were done I was off for some more, and that is how the next hour went, there was a bit of a lull for me, so Jeff told me to go and have some fun.
I walked off with a grin and went to find Butch, I eventually found him outside having a smoke, I stood in front of him so anyone passing would be able to see my ass on display. “I suppose you know exactly what you are doing?”
“Of course?” Butch shook his head “I think you wouldn’t want me any other way?”
“Certainly not.” He gave me a cigarette; I lit it taking a long drag “fuck much better.”
I told Butch about the security guard fucking me out here earlier, he didn’t believe me but just then he came out for a smoke himself. “Hey Joe, my alpha doesn’t believe me when I said you fucked me out here.”
“So this slut belongs to you then, he is telling the truth, it fulfilled an ambition of mine, his ass is so good, I didn’t actually fuck him, he got me to shoot just using his ass muscles.”
Butch grinned and pulled me into a kiss “I thought you said you don’t kiss in front of others?”
“I didn’t, but I don’t give a fuck now boy.”
“Yes sir, thank you sir.” I took a deep inhale of my smoke and kissed him back. He grinned at me and we went back inside.
“I’d better collect some more glasses Butch.” He nodded and let me do my work. I noticed that he was watching me, so every time I needed to pick up a glass from the floor, I made sure I bent over showing Butch my ass.
After doing the rounds and taking glasses to the bar and washing them, Butch came over “I suppose you were showing your ass to me on purpose boy?”
“Slut” he forced me to bend over at the bar; he got his cock out and rammed everything deep inside me “That better slut?”
Butch bent down and whispered in my ear “good, because I’ll never tire of that huge bubble butt, especially if it is dripping cum, I can see the cum sliding down your legs, filthy cunt.”
Butch firstly gave me some more piss deep inside my ass, then he started his fuck. He was the only one who could fuck me and make me shoot load in my already stained jockstrap. “Love when you shoot boy, tightens your ass muscles, makes my cock feel so good.”
I only moaned and Butch started using me even harder, ramming in and out until he shot a load deep up my ass “mmmm, thank you sir.” I said turning and kissing him.
“Now you’ve had your fun, go and collect some fucking glasses Steve.” Said the barman. I grinned and walked off already feeling the piss and cum seep out of well fucked ass and slide down the back of my legs.
The rest of the evening was more of the same, Butch was so fucking horny that I got fucked by him twice more before we left.
We walked home as we walked I let more of the cum and piss leak out of my ass, moaning every time. “What a fucking slut I have for a boyfriend” I looked at him in shock “yes boy, I don’t fucking care about anything other than you, now I thought I would never say that, but you are mine, you ain’t going anywhere from now on unless I am with you.”
I looked at him and grinned “forgive me sir.” I pushed him up against a hoarding that we were passing and kissed him. I pushed me tongue deep into his mouth, he returned but as the alpha he was more demanding.
We split apart, the smile on my face was huge “well it looks as if I have made you one happy boy.”
“Yes sir, I cannot thank you enough for everything, I’ve never been happier than I am now.”
“Good boy, come on let’s get home, I want more of your ass.” He grabbed me, bent me over and slapped me hard, just the once but it did sting “know what that was for boy?”
“I forced myself on you without permission sir.”
“Correct, and as your cock is steel hard, I think a good ass slapping and making it nice and red will be on the cards more often boy.”
“Yes sir.” I said and we continued our way home.
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