Just finished polishing my 14 hole cherry red DM'S when the telephone rang in my flat in Canary wharf , London . My best mate and sometimes lover , Andy called was I ready for the match and had got all my kit ready ? We were going to look for trouble and did not mind who with, straights or mincing queens were fair game .
My MA1 green jacket hung next to my work suit and I had just put the bare clippers over my scalp . All I was wearing was my bleachers and braces against my lean muscled body . My black fred perry needed pressing so did that , boots on and laced with yellow laces , put my jacket on and looked self admiringly . All ready to have fun and give somebody a kicking they deserved it is what drives my adrenaline and I dont care a _f_u_c_k_ who it is .
Andy met me at the tower bridge station of the London dockland railway , he was dressed the same and we kissed . got on the tube and went west into Soho noticed some guys long haired in leather jackets, jeans and satin shirts dressed all the same . They looked like a couple , I nodded to Andy and we followed them down Rupert street and caught up with them cornered them and they both looked unperturbed at the sight of us two . So I started no word kicked the bigger of the 2 and started punching , I rolled over on the pavement and hit my head must of passed out . I woke up in a room handcuffed , leg irons around my boots which hurt . The larger of the two guys threw water on me and told me to get up you _f_u_c_k_er we have both been watching you and it has got to stop . Hooligans will be dealt with serverely , my thoughts were , is he going to snuff me ? is this guy a member of the mob ? " What is your name lad ? ," _f_u_c_k_ off arsehole " I replied .
With that the other guy dragged me of the bed and put me in a sauna , I was still dressed . the temperature was 200c and I could feel it . The sweat dripped off me and left me there for an hour . I must have passed out as water was thrown over me. " Right lad your going to learn some respect , take your clothes off or we will both strip you " They stripped me and put some thin ,gold , satin boxer shorts on me. They then re-handcuffed me and put me over , face down on a horse and the feel of the satin gave me a bulge . The room was stifflingly hot as the sauna in this flat was within very close proximity of their play room .
" Right hooligan you are going to get 150 strokes of the cane from me and my mate ."
" Please I cant take that mate , dont do this to me " I blubbered . They both talked to themselves out of my earshot . " Ok we are not un-reasanable men and will be lenient but there is a price to pay " The larger of the 2 guys replied " You will recieve 28 strokes of the singapore rotan naked and you will be our slave for 6 months . The thought of getting the rotan aroused an excitement which created a bulge in my satin shorts . They both undid me and said that I would be punished tommorrow and branded . Right slave you can do the ironing and they made do all the pressing and ironing of their clothes , put a collar on me . Then tied me up to a tree in the garden still only wearing the satin shorts . " Please I will get cold dont worry we are going to light a fire for you to keep you warm ... With that they brought my clothes , my best mA1 jacket they hung it on a wire coat hanger and my boots and jeans went into a brazier . the smaller of the 2 guys then poured some fluid over my clothes and set light to them laughing . He then put a large metal object into the flames of my clothes and they tied me sucurely to the tree stump . pulled the shorts down as it was only January to reveal my stiff prick . The large guy still dressed in a black satin shirt and black leather jeans started to suck me off . while he did I felt I surge of pain as the hot object from the flames of my skinhead uniform was placed on my right shoulder . The branding on my shoulder had the letters SL The pain made me cum immediately , and the other guy _f_u_c_k_ed me . . They untied me and locked me in a separate room the next day I woke up with the order to tidy up the kitchen and do some more ironing , these were brand new clothes a pink satin shirt and white satin briefs and leather jeans ,black boots . little did I know at the time that these were going to be my clothes . " Right slave you have been branded , sentanced to the rotan 25 strokes " With that they dragged me over to the horse in the playroom and thrashed me the pain was unbearable ,like being branded 25 times on my bare arse . I cried a lot and screamed to no avail only them laughing with taunts " No longer a skinhead thug "
" You belong to us " and deep down part of me enjoyed it . I could not wear clothes in the flat any longer as my butt was scarred permanently and had to wait for the scars to heal . the 2 guys looked after me well and placed dressings on the wounds .. When the wounds had healed John the bigger guy ordered me to wear my new house uniform , failure to do so would result in 10 more strokes of the rotan . I must admit it did turn me on wearing the satin in a pervy sort of way . They then kissed me made love to me and I never went back to my flat but sold it to live with them both . One year later I was voluntarily castrated to make me more submisive in a London clinic , John and Derek paid for the procedure . But I still have to wear my slave uniform and the 2 masters always wear black satin shirts and leather the slave wears pink and only gold satin shorts when working . They kept my head shaved bald and pierced my nipples. I was ordered to keep my head shaved permanently .