July 19th, 2008
Hypno Skinhead Slave by Dougie fae Glesca.
How I was hypnotised into being a Skinhead Slave
My name is Wesley Macdonald. I’m a 27 year old skinhead. I’m tough looking and well built. I have been in prison for assault twice and take pride in the knowledge that I am a tough ex-con. I have five guys who follow me and enjoy boasting that they are mates of a tough former prison inmate. We go three nights a week, normally Wednesday, Friday and Saturday, to the Corrigan club in Wolverhampton. It’s a tough club and not unusual for fights to break out.
About 60% of the guys are skinheads, 20% scallies, 15% army guys and the rest are bikers and construction guys. Even the bikers and construction workers are fairly tough and enjoy a fight…
July 19th, 2008
Fact or Fiction? by sheerturbo.
It was Saturday morning and I rode my BMW motorcycle down the M3 to see him. It was an invigorating ride, dressed as I was in my one- piece leathers, boots, gloves and graphite coloured full-faced crash helmet with the mirrored visor hiding my face, and heightened by the rubber catsuit I was wearing under that, and the metal butt plug sealed in by the rubber suit.
He was expecting me, but not in the way I intended. We had been chatting on-line for some time and he had suggested that we meet at a convenient pub. That meeting went well, and we arranged to meet again. During one of our on-line chats he invited me down to spend the day. He had also mentioned one of his fantasies. So here I am, having arrived at the block where his flat is, I pause as I climb the stairs, I remove my helmet and put on a full rubber hood, zipping it up and tucking the bottom into my catsuit. I smooth out the wrinkles and replace my crash helmet. Outside his front door I pull the visor down and ring the bell, I can only hear the muffled sounds of someone coming to the door, it opens and he stands there, his mouth drops open in surprise and his heart skips a beat, I step in before he can close the door on me. He is dressed as arranged in a well-polished rubber catsuit, which covers all of him except his head, I lift my visor and the full realisation of what is to happen hits him. Before he can react further I tell him to put on some strong shoes and the motorcycle gear I have brought for him. It,s not leather, because he said he doesn’t like that. He starts to question me but I tell him to be quiet and do as he is told. Before we leave he puts on his full tight fitting rubber hood, and I put some leather wrist cuffs on him, they have , rings for later use…
July 19th, 2008
My Life as a Skinhead Slave by Christian.
I have been a skinhead since I was in my early teens, over twenty Years! In my hometown there were a lot of skinheads in middle of 80âs. I saw for the first time in my school a classmate of mine wearing green bomberjacket, boots and jeans. He was not a skinhead. I was so attracted in his bomberjacket, so I bought my own. It was a green alpha MA-1. The jacket was expensive. I remember that I went to a toilet and soon I had cum over my new jacket. Soon I bought DM-boots (10-hole) and washed with cloor my really tight Levis 510 and had my own bleched jeans. I did wear my new uniform with proud. I wanted to shave my head to become a real skinhead. In the same time I met a gay who was one or two years older than I was. I hadn’t seen him in some years. I remembered him from my neighborhood as hardboiled gay, almost crazy. He was a youth criminal and stayed over the years in youth institutions time to time. He was the sharpest looking skinhead in my eyes then.
He saw me on the street and hit me in the stomach hard without reason. He was wearing a old, dirty green alpha bomber, tight and dirty leather jeans and DM-boots (20-holes) with yellow laces. He remembered me and draw me in my bomber to his home. He was laughing to my hair and promise to make me to a real skinhead in his gang. I was afraid of course, but I knew he was very violent person. I followed him to his home. His room was dirty and full of skinhead gear…
July 19th, 2008
Mohawked Depunking Spanking by Ron.
Ronny was a little punk alright. He had hair 3 4 the way down his back, blond and wavy - sometimes curling at the ends if it was humid. He wore his bangs of long hair down over his eyes to the tip of his nose as often as possible, just to aggravate all the adults and dudes who hated his long hair. He wore impossibly baggy jeans that sagged all the way down his butt most days, cinched with a belt just under the round of his boxered rearend. He loved wearing nylon or silk boxers that were shiny and slippery to accent the saggin routine. Throughout the day, he would often have to pull up his pants - of course he would only pull them up to about 1 2 way up his butt and then let the S…L…I…D…E begin again. He usually would reach down to his crotch (between his knees usually) and yank the cool pants up. He wore heavy leather boots to make himself look taller they had thick soles and heels. He wore several chains that were slung along the length of his leg, the lowest reaching his knee. His earrings and leather choker set everything else off. He strutted down the hallways at school, and ruled the roost, telling off anyone he didnt like and tormenting kids who had less self esteem - even though many of them were bigger physically than this little punk!…
July 18th, 2008
Street Punk by Dewayne836.
Shit. I knew I shouldn’t have mouthed off in front of him. I knew better.
He was a cop, and I was a punk, and we both knew the rules. You want out, you suck cock. Trouble was, I was straight. Don’t get me wrong; I’m all for a guy’s rights and all, but I just didn’t figure myself mouthing all over some ex-army braggart’s hard, and uncut cop cock.
“That’s it, Ayrn. Get your ass over here.”
Fuck. I was new bait now. If only I’d kept my mouth shut. My girlfriend was right: If I fucked as good as I bitched and groaned, I’d have a wife for life…
July 18th, 2008
Pete’s Encounters by Pete.
It was in 1976 when I realised that the Skinhead scene did something for me, I was just 16 and the sight of guys with razor shaved or close cropped heads turned me on, in their doc’s, tight bleached jeans, Fred Perry’s or Ben Sherman shirts and braces. I just knew I had to be of them.
I started with a close haircut, not shaven but what is now known as a No2, I bought my first pair of 8 hole oxblood docs, wore my jeans turned up, and Ben Sherman shirts, I started looking the part and felt good about myself.
I was about 18 when I used to go into town (Liverpool) in those days and it wasn’t long before I made pals with a guy called Thomas. We used to go to the football matches together…
July 17th, 2008
Skin Sex by Abootskin.
I used to cottage loads when there were still plenty open. This one time I was in my favourite. Always plenty of fit Blokes about, Black lads, Labourers, Bikers, Skins. I love to suck on a Big Cock, don’t we all. I’m a good Cock Sucker and can Milk most Blokes in minutes. Some love to take ages to Cum while i’m licking the cheese of there helmet and they’re talkin dirty to me. Telling me I suck it better than their bird and that. Anyway on this afternoon a huge Skinhead walked into the cubical next to mine. I didn’t see his face at first he just started to stroke the Bulge in his Tight Bleachers. I sat on the toilet in my cubicle stroking my Cock and staring at his well polished 30 Hole Rangers under the gap in the wall. Getting stiff at the show he was doing for me through the gloryhole.
Next thing he had moved so I could not see him. I heard his zip go then his hand came through the hole holding a small brown bottle. “Take a Sniff of these Cocksucker!”. He said from the other side of the wall. I was so horny already. I took the bottles lid off and sniffed the poppers. My head started to buzz. Then I saw just the head of the Skinheads Cock push through the gloryhole. It was fucking Huge, Shiny skin covering his helmet and folds of cheesy foreskin. He said “Suck Me Off Cunt!”….
