I had met Aaron online about four months back. Proper random, one of those late night scrolls when I should have been asleep. His message just said you have got the look of a lad who needs sorting out. I replied without thinking and that was it. He had me.
From the first week the tasks started rolling in. Bin the smart shit and start wearing trackies every day. Send pics for approval. I did it. Then it was buy a pack of Mayfairs and prove you are smoking them. I had never touched a cigarette before but I went out, bought them, and sent the video exactly how he wanted. Holding it between finger and thumb, big hard drags, blowing the smoke straight onto my clothes so I would reek of it for hours. Within a fortnight I was proper hooked. Every time I went outside I was sparking up, chain smoking two or three just to keep the buzz going. My flat stank, my clothes stank, and I did not even care.
He kept pushing. Made me update all my socials. New profile pics in hoodies and trackies, no more old me. Sometimes he would repost them himself with captions like new project lad, watch this space. The comments came flooding in but I was not allowed to explain. Just let them think what they wanted. Money started moving too. Transfer two hundred for your new uniform lad. I did it without question, watching my house deposit shrink and not giving a fuck.
The cage came next. He ordered it, had it delivered, and told me to lock up and post the key to him. I sat on the edge of the bed for twenty minutes staring at it before I finally clicked it shut. Waking up the next morning with my cock locked away was mental. Every time I thought about what he was doing to me it strained and throbbed, leaking into the cage. He loved hearing about it. Voice notes every night telling me how good it felt to be denied, how I was turning into exactly the scally cunt he wanted.
Then the audio tracks started. Long files he had made himself. His voice over hypnotic beats telling me I loved the smell of smoke, that I was meant to look rough, that soon I would have the full look. I had to sleep with headphones on every night. Some mornings I would wake up humping the mattress, cage tight, desperate and dripping.
Last week he dropped the message I had been waiting for and dreading at the same time. Enough online lad. Time to come meet me in person. Book the train for this Friday. Get that hair sorted first thing. Proper high and tight fade like the photo I am sending. Wear the black North Face tracksuit and black 95s I had you buy. Spark up as soon as you leave the house and keep smoking all the way here. No going back now.
I barely slept. Friday morning I went straight to the barbers like he told me. Showed the barber the photo Aaron had sent and said can I get it like this please. The clippers came out and within twenty minutes my hair was gone. Skin fade, high and tight, sides shaved clean. I stared at myself in the mirror when he was done and did not recognise the lad looking back. I looked like a proper rough scally already. My caged cock twitched hard just seeing it.
I went home, showered, then got dressed exactly how Aaron wanted. The full black North Face tracksuit and black 95s on my feet. I sparked up the first fag of the day before I had even locked the front door, blowing the smoke down my front like he had taught me. On the way to the station I chain smoked another two, the nicotine buzz mixing with the nerves and the constant tight ache in the cage.
On the train my fresh skin fade felt cold against the headrest every time I moved. I kept catching my reflection in the window and doing a double take. I actually looked like the scally lad Aaron had been turning me into. My cock strained against the cage the whole journey, leaking every time I thought about what he was going to do to me when I finally got there.
I was halfway there now, heart pounding, dressed head to toe in the gear he had chosen, fresh haircut stinging in the cold air every time I stepped outside to spark up. No going back. He was waiting for me at the other end and I knew the second I stepped off that train everything was about to get a lot more permanent.
