Debt collector 1

Author: jackbootlad
Title: Debt collector
Date: 10 April 2011

The debt collector was at the door. Lee knew he was about to meet someone nasty. He'd borrowed a lot of money and sat in the bookies feeding the machines and losing it. He was a pretty average, straight lad - looked after himself playing footie with his mates. Enjoyed a few pints down the local and was a bit of a geezer. His day job was working in admin in a local insurance office - a bit dull but it brought the money in - just not enough to feed his need for excitement. He looked pretty sharp in his all black, slim suit, white shirt, thin tie and square toed side-zip ankle boots. His usual gear out of the office was another uniform - trakies, footie top, hoodie, cap and white Reebok classics. He was good looking - clear blue eyes, a crew cut, good teeth and one ear pierced with a bling stud earring. He liked his jewellery - a silver necklace and bracelet completed the look along with lots of Linx deoderant. An average lad well liked by his mates and with a girl friend.

The door bell rang again. Lee opened it and got an instant surprise. The debt collector - or should that be debt collectors - were identically dressed. Smooth skinheads, MAI jackets, bleachers, polo shirts and black shiny 14-hole doc marten boots over yellow footie socks and with yellow laces. "Pay up you punk" the first skin said as he pushed Lee back into the flat where he was living, letting himself and his fellow skin in. The other skin carried a sports holdall. "You fuckin piece of scally shit - you owe the boss £2500 and every minute I stand here it goes up a £100!"

"Fuck off " replied Lee, although he knew that this was probably not the right thing to say. " I ain't got it and I ain't payin' it".

The skin sneered "Quite a lively little fucker, ain't we?" He took a look around Lee's council flat - not a lot of value there so no point in getting the goods to pay off the loan.

"You cock-sucking piece of shit. You think you're fucking cock of the walk with your mates down the pub and your little life all cosy. Well you've lost big time, lad and now you must pay what you owe."

As this little speech ended, the other skin had come up behind Lee and before he could do anything, he felt a cloth covering his mouth and a powerful smell fill his nostrils before losing consciousness...

He awoke, feeling groggy. He tried to focus and discovered that he was lying on the living room floor. As his vision sharpened he saw the two skins standing over him holding his tackies, socks and trainers and he quickly became aware that he was naked. One of the skins had put his booted foot over his cock.

"Don't fuckin move, you cunt!" said the other one "Or you'll know about it". At this the boot began to put pressure on Lee's cock causing him to groan.

"Your life is now forfeit to the boss and we are gonna turn you into a slave".

"What the fuck?" said Lee.

"First things first" said the skin. He pulled out of his pocket a set of clippers and with the boot still firmly in place started to shave Lee's body. Lee started to wriggle but the boot ensured that the wriggling stopped quickly enough. The shaving continued - methodically and thoroughly - half way through, he was turned over and this time the boot was placed securely on his head. The clippers de-pubed his crack and sac and eventually, he was smooth.

'"Now just the head, sweet cheeks!" sneered the skin. He was rolled over, sat against the settee and the boot returned to the cock and balls area ready to deliver a kicking. The clippers started up again and Lee could see his hair falling over his shoulders onto the lino. The head shave was followed up by a wet shave. The skin used Lee's own shaver and gel for this. When the job was done, his head was dried and the skin took something else out of his pocket. IT was a thick black permanent marker.

"Bow your fuckin' head" he growled at Lee and Lee, who had no choice, obeyed. The marker was applied to the back of his now bald head to spell out in large capital letters SLAVE.

"Get up" he was ordered. He stood in the middle of the room. A chain and padlock was then produced from the holdall and placed around his neck and, for the first time, Lee's cock jerked up. Nothing he could do about that - he was totally vulnerable and he knew that the two skins would have noticed it. What the fuck was going on. he thought. He should be shitting himself but it was clear that he liked at least some of what was going on. The cock continued to surge as he was thinking - he was shaved, chained and marked like a piece of meat. His rod stood now in front of him as though to attention.

"You really are a fuckin cock-sucker, then" laughed the skin. Next to come out of the holdall was a pair of black dunlop wellington boots with thick yellow commando soles.

"Put those on" he was ordered. They were the kind of thing Lee would never have dreamed of wearing. He always thought that anybody wearing rubber boots was a bit of a loser.

"Fuck off!" he said. The quiet skin was quick behind him, grabbing the chain around Lee's neck and squeezing it hard so that he found it difficult to breathe.

'"OK" Lee gasped and the squeezing stopped. He picked up the boots and slid his feet into their rubber sheaths.

"Your uniform from now on. The boots stay on your feet whatever you are doing wherever you are. The boss wants you to remember that you are a loser and a slave and rubber boots on a bloke make that really clear. You are also inferior to us as booted skins so get on the floor, slave, and start showing me that you like my boots!"

Lee was about to protest but realised that the other skin was still behind him. He squatted down on the floor and bent down to the shiny boots. He could smell the leather and a slight sweaty foot smell. He found to his amazement that his cock reacted again, scraping the lino the closer he got to the boot. He started to kiss the boot.

"Lick it!" came the order "and let me hear you enjoying it".

Lee got his tongue to the boot and started to lick making yummie noises as he did so. His tongue worked its way all over the boot and then started up the shaft. He repeated the process for the other boot, all the time, his cock pumping. He could feel the first drops of precum sliding onto the lino floor and he could also feel himself getting warmer causing his feet to start sweating inside the rubber boots.

"Right, you little faggot, it's time to take you to your master". With that, a commando green t-shirt was pulled out of the holdall together with a pair of camouflage patterned shorts.

"Put these on" he was ordered. The t-shirt was quite a tight fit but it showed his upper body off well. He slid the shorts over the boots and pulled them up to cover his stiff cock. He forced it down one leg but it still showed through. The two skins sniggered.

"Kneel" he was told. As he did so, the skin continued: "Yellow laces? Mean anything laddie?" Lee shook his head. "Well, it means we both like golden showers and we want you to take some piss". The quiet skin had been pulling Lee's arms back behind his back and he felt the cold steel of a pair of handcuffs locking themselves onto his wrists.

The the two skins lined up in front of his and both pulled out their cocks, aiming them straight at him. The piss from one of the skins was hot and plentiful, soaking Lee's face, t-shirt and shorts. He was then ordered to stand which he did with some difficulty slipping on the pool of piss on the floor. The quiet skin then took aim at each of Lee's legs making sure that piss was soon pouring into each of his rubber boots.

"Now lie on the floor, you piss pig" ordered the skin. Lee did as he was told lying in the piss which was already gettign cold. Each boot was then removed from his feet and, with his nose being held, tipped up into his open mouth for him to swallow its content. The boots were then returned to their rightful place. The taste of the piss was bitter and Lee could feel it working its way down his insides.

He was then ordered to get up and the three of them left the flat with Lee in between the two skins, clumping along in his boots, collared, handcuffed and sticking of piss. The van was parked in the central parking area between the blocks of flatts. The back doors were opened and Lee was pushed inside a cage built into the van itself.

"Off to the boss now" said the skin and with that the doors were slammed shut....