Skinhead Holiday by Dougie fae Glesca

Skinhead Holiday by Dougie fae Glesca.

It was holiday time and Bowser was off to Blackpool. Most skinheads go to Blackpool for two things, (a) a fight, and (b) an arse to fuck.

He had planned to go with his mate Andy, but Andy got into a fight and ended in hospital with two broken ribs and a broken jaw so Bowser went alone. At least he had a double bed in his room and he knew he would be guaranteed an arse to fuck because the hotel he was staying in was full of guys desperate to fuck or be fucked.

Bowser was 25, slim but muscular with a well shaped arse of which he was proud. A guy’s arse is the first thing you look at. (At least that’s the first thing that Bowser looks at.) He had a number one haircut and wore the regulation faded blue skin tight jeans, equally faded denim jacket, checked shirt and 18 hole Doc Martin boots.

By the third day everything was going well for Bowser. Since his arrival he had fucked five guys and been fucked by two tough skinheads. If you’re going to be fucked make sure the guy’s a tough bastard and show him you can take whatever he gives you.

He took them to his room and they ordered him to strip and lie face down spread eagle on the bed. They produced ropes and tied his wrists and ankles to each of the bed corner posts. A gag was pushed into his mouth. The skinheads both wore thick studded leather belts. Those were removed and first one then the other gave Bowser 20 strokes across his arse. The average guy would probably let out pleas to stop long before 40 was reached but Bowser was determined to show them he was tough and only let out the odd muffled gasp. When they finished his arse was red raw and very tender…

• Skinhead Holiday by: Dougie fae Glesca