Pace Setter by Wulfstan

Pace Setter by Wulfstan.

I was rummaging around my skinson’s closet the other day only to come up with one scary letter to his very twisted dad. Don’t misunderstand, in some ways Buttsub* is the ideal lad for a burntout dad who has neither the time nor the energy to chase after the new breed of fags that have come to replace the men who once haunted Blackpool.

Buttsub is cream skinned. He tans badly-except when his arse is fixed for twenty stroke, the few red pubes left around his uncut wand explode into a furry blanket by the time you’ve traced your crop to his well toned chest between his pierced nipples. And then those great, green monster-struck eyes are crowned by the tightest Mohawk a dad would wish for his lad’s cropper. He seems ever more subservient since he moved in four years ago when I won him in a card game in one of them sawdust strewn filthy pubs down by the piers. His mates were passing him around, crouched under a table, when I first discovered his natural talent for sucking uncut wags and chavs. He knew what to do with foreskin and that was one way to get this dad’s attention.

Ever more anxious to prove his loyalty once I dragged his arse home, he swore he was certain he wanted to live with a burntout old whoreson like me. He nodded twice and said something about his old man’s having started in on his training just before his expulsion from public school. It seems some headmaster had caught him at it in one of them side loos at the Arsenal Stadium. “St. Finnian’s is no place for profiteering punks!” the geezer chawed, and with a peremptory dismissal, Buttsub was faced with his first dilemma…

• Pace Setter by: Wulfstan