Kidnapped into Slavery Part 1

Author: plugged
Title: Kidnapped into Slavery Part 1
Date: 29 October 2008

by: Skinphil
skinphil1@yahoo.com


True to his word, Scar made sure all the skinhead mates and fellow squadies of Daniels former life were present. Julian was first to arrive with new clothing for Daniel. A full skinhead outfit, complete with squad patches and squad name emblazoned across the back of the green flying jacket. Daniel washed and dressed in one of the guest rooms. When he returned, there were several other skinheads there. Scar, knowing Daniel had no knowledge of them, introduced them to him. Each had been warned of Daniels condition, and all knew he had been duped into slavery. Josh from the shop, along with Scars other squad members Boots, bill and Babs. Psycho turned up with Mike, Beef and Tats. Ray was late, as were Pete and Garry. All were happy to see me unharmed, as all knew what I had gone through, but could not do anything to help. I talked to each individually to glean some history of my past, trying to piece together some flashes of memory. I was sickened by the stories of the brutal dealings of the gang, and horrified that I had engineered it. But I was also intimately aware that I was gaining strength from this knowledge, and piecing my life back together, slow but sure. It would be many months perhaps years before I would be able to say with surety, that I remember that. I had to know who and what I was, and this party was helping tremendously. I enjoyed the company of these misfits, I felt good in their company, as if I belonged. I drank to excess, and joined in the fucking and love making, giving as good as I got, and I got plenty. I studied where possible, every one there in as much detail as one can in a night of partying, and drunk as I was, felt I had them all pegged. Scar was the ultimate leader, the king of the pack. What he said was law, and no one would go against him. Psycho was loved and feared at the same time. His psychotic sense of humour was dangerous, but as a friend, he was yours for life, no matter what. He was skin through and through, and would give you the last penny in his pocket if he felt you needed it more than he did, but cross him, and his psychotic mind knew no bounds. Julian and Josh were followers, and in many respects, as dangerous as Scar, in as much that they would carry out Scar's commands without question. Beef and Tats were big, strong and menacing to look at, but pussycats. They loved a rumble, but get them alone, and they were the sweetest most loving men I had ever met. Ray was more moody, and like Psycho, a little psychotic at times. Pete and Graham. Pete could not stop crying every time I went over to them. They never left each other's side. Garry was the dominant side of the couple, but Pete had been working out, and had developed a gorgeous torso, muscles rippled when he moved, dwarfing Garry's well-built frame. But Garry had control, and this was evident in Pete's demeanour.

Blood arrived late in the evening, apologising as he had a late appointment. He came over, hugged me closely for several minutes, and then when he let me go, rolled up my sleeves to survey his handiwork. "They look good on you Daniel. Let me know when you want more done, they are on the house." I talked to Blood for over an hour, about me, the others at the party, and Scar at length. Scar fascinated me. He was a working class guy, with an entrepreneurial skill of guys of high educational achievements. Scar still maintained his working class roots, and although he ran the sex shop, had very little money of his own. He spread his wealth within the skinheads in the London area, looking after young skins in housing them, finding them work, and in many cases, employing them in non-existent jobs to make them independent. It impressed me. Blood knew them all.

The party wound up at around 4am, with most collapsed on the floor. Only Pete and Garry left for home, and promising to keep in contact. Scar and I stayed up a little longer to talk. "Come with me tomorrow Scar. I am going to look at properties that I own, but the lawyers say are ready to be bulldozed. Tell me what you think, whether they can be saved, rebuilt or torn down. From what I have been told tonight, you will see what others cannot, and give me an honest answer." Scar smiled, "You sure you really want me to give you that sort of advice after what I did to you?" I looked at Scar with a determined look. "You owe me that much. You owe me your life. But as a brother, I ask you for this favour." I left him no choice. He knew as a skin, he had betrayed me, and I could and should kill him. He had betrayed not only me, but also the brotherhood. He had sold a skin into slavery against his will, and that was unforgivable. But I held no malice; I had no recollection of any wrongdoing, and knew only what others had told me. I had to decide by myself what to do with the information.

Scar had been buying up cheap properties, and cleaning them up. He then gave them to young skins to live in charging them low rentals to help them get started. The house Psycho lived in was one of them, and therefore Larry and I were accepted without question when Scar had sent us. The lawyer called for us at 2pm, Scar and I had managed to clean up and get our heads in order barely before he arrived. We were both still a bit seedy, but fought off the urge to hurl in the car. The first property was definitely derelict. Doors were hanging off the hinges, windows smashed, and street kids and drugies obviously using it at night. It was a narrow detached house, one room wide, two rooms deep, with a staircase winding to the third floor, and down to a cellar. There were no fittings; all being ripped out long ago. Scar spent some time checking out the house, before giving his opinion. "Potential Daniel: definitely has potential. The walls and wood are sound, as is the roof. Sure the wiring will have to be replaced, and the rising damp seen to, but with minimum expenditure, you could have a fine rental property." All six properties were in similar condition, only one was a bit dubious, but we decided it was worth getting in a building inspector to give his report. The lawyer was not impressed. His firm had a developer who wanted the properties to build and extend his own properties, and had offered a fair price. Daniel accepted Scar's advice.

The lawyer dropped us back at Scars shop, and I asked him to join us upstairs. When we were seated, I turned to him. "I believe that the gardener at the house was arrested. Has he gone to trial yet?" The lawyer was taken aback. "Well, no, not yet, but I would have assumed you would have wanted him sent up for life after what he did to you." I got angry. "You fool, he had nothing to do with it. He was just the gardener, and nothing more. I don't care how much it costs; just get him released. And that police inspector and his henchmen make sure they feel the full force of the law. I want maximum sentences for them, do you hear?" The lawyer nodded. He knew it was useless to argue, by the tone of my voice. He agreed to keep me informed on John's situation daily, and left. I turned to Scar "Now, these houses. I have enough money to repair them to a reasonable state. I want you to oversee their repairs and conversion to single bedroom flats, each to have their own bathroom and kitchenette. You will lease them to your skinhead youths you are so fond of helping. They are to be for all skinheads, gay or straight. I am aware you helped Larry and myself, and from what I was told, we would not have made it without it. For that I thank you. Because of that I must do likewise and help other young skins, now that I can do so. There is one property you have not seen. It is the block of flats where Sonny died. It has 6 flats in it. They are in fair condition. I will keep the flat Sonny used, and you will use the remainder as emergency accommodation for young gay couples, same as Psycho runs his place. Now, any questions?" Scar was impressed with Daniel's presence. He was strong and sure of himself, a big change from the day before. He liked this change, and saw a spark of the original Daniel before he was kidnapped. "I will look after it for you. Where will you live, in the house or at the flat?" "I will live at the house. I have a friend who is not a skin, and unlikely to ever be one, but I will not leave him alone. He will live with me at the house, and I will come to the flat regularly. I will let you know when." Daniel got up, and went to the guest room. Scar went to follow him, but Daniel slammed the door in his face. Daniel was gone when Scar got up the next morning.

Daniel had got a taxi, and with money in his pocket now, went to the shops and bought Lenny a gift. It was a pair of leather chaps, a pair of 10 hole Doc's in Oxblood, and a leather and chain harness. If Daniel was going to have a master, he had to look like one. He arrived at Lenny's flat just before Lenny got home from work. Lenny was surprised to see him, and jumped onto him and hugged him fiercely. "I thought you were gone for good. I missed you, you ugly bitch you. My, how we have changed." looking at Daniels skinhead clothing, "You look real sexy, I like it on you. But don't expect me to dress like that. I don't have the aggressive look for it." He kissed Daniel passionately, almost suffocating him with his enthusiasm. Lenny pushed Daniel to the floor, and they started to kiss and caress each other, Lenny trying desperately to remove Daniels jacket and braces. Daniel could not be happier. He had missed Lenny, and was having no trouble removing Lenny's uniform. Lenny finally removed his jacket, and pulled his braces down, and was now trying to get the shirt over his head. Daniel allowed him to continue his struggle, while he himself started to lick and sniff Lenny all over. Lenny loved it when Daniel started to sniff him; it made him feel wonderful, and was glad they had been unable to remove this habit from him at the hospital. With the shirt finally off, Lenny marvelled at the strong muscular torso before him. "All mine," he thought, "all mine to do with as I wish." He started to lick his chest and smell under Daniels armpits. Daniel always gave off a strong manly smell from his body, especially from under the arms, and it sent Lenny into raptures. Lenny had missed their nightly sexual endeavours, and was looking forward to tonight's sexual promises. Lenny wanted to get Daniels jeans off, and play with his tail and cock. He loved that tail, and hoped Daniel did not go ahead with the removal next week. Yes it was a reminder of his slavery, but it was only a small stubby tail, and Lenny loved it so much. Daniel still had his Doc's on, and removal of the bleachers was impossible, so Lenny rolled them down as far as he could, and began to suck Daniel's cock while playing with his stubby tail. The tail started to wag in his hands, and he knew Daniel was getting sexually excited. Lenny was as hard as a rock now, and wanted to be inside Daniel, so he gently turned Daniel around, licking him constantly while he turned, and started to probe his ass with his cock. He did not take long to enter him, and with the stubby tail rubbing on the skin on his stomach, began to pound him in, and out, in and out, stronger, more furiously, stronger and rougher, pounding as hard as he could, Daniel moaning, arching his back, pulling his own cock, and wagging his tail across Lenny's stomach. Lenny was cumming, and Daniel too was close to orgasm. Lenny withdrew, turned Daniel around, and they both blew their loads against each other. They lay there, their manhood between them, bonding together, their life force intermingling with each others. Daniel, after a few minutes, moved his head down, and started to lick up the cum, cleaning his new master, then his master's cock and balls. He liked this part of sex. He liked to taste his master, to lick his master clean. This is what he was put on this earth for, to be a slave. He had been forced into this life, trained by terror and pain, beaten and kicked into submission, but he now knew this is what he wanted. Yes, he wanted his life back, but when with Lenny, he wanted to be his slave.