Kidnapped into Slavery part 4

Author: plugged
Title: Kidnapped into Slavery part 4
Date: 28 September 2008

by: Skinphil
skinphil1@yahoo.com




Part 4

Sonny was a bit of a fraud. He loved leather, and was active in the leather man circles of the gay world, but his true love was skinheads. He had always been a skinhead til he met Fredrik, and had continued his skinhead affiliations till Fredrik had fallen ill. Fredrik had taken a long slow fall into ill health, and Sonny had deserted his skinhead roots to nurse and care for Fredrik. Now, with Fredrik gone nearly 12 months, Sonny was ready to rekindle his skinhead ties again. He had known Scar for 30 years, having been one of his trainees in the early days. It was again to Scar that he went for help to get back into the skinhead world. Sure, he no longer worked for a living, having inherited Fredrik's house and land, and also his vast wealth. But he was still a working class lad from Lancashire, who left his home to be gay and a skinhead at the age of 32. Scar had taken him in, and although Scar himself was only 17 at the time, had not allowed anyone to touch him till he was sure of himself, and able to make up his mind for himself. Sonny was a truck driver, married with 3 kids. Being gay was never part of his life until he met a fellow truckie on a layover one night. He had to share his sleeper with him due to a storm, and found that the closeness of this mans body had sent his feelings into overdrive. The other guy was gay, and took full advantage of the situation, allowing Sonny to fuck him several times that night. Sonny was disgusted with himself, and found he could no longer look his wife in the face, so one night he just went out for a pint, and never returned.

He headed for London, and bummed around for several weeks, before meeting Scar. Scar was a young skinhead out for sex and trouble. He often sought out bums for sex in the streets, and then kicked the shit out of them after. But this time it was different, and Scar took this bum home to fuck him. He was still there in the morning, and Scar got to talk to him. He learnt of his story, and offered the bum a place to kip for the night. One thing led to another, and Sonny stayed for 5 months, shaving his head, getting tattooed and began mixing with the skinheads. He found he loved their culture, their music and their love of drinking. He joined them, and eventually became leader of the squad Scar belonged to. Sonny loved the skins, and was first in for any rumble going. Football was his first love, and the fighting after always topped off a great day. Scar was just starting his second-hand skin clothes business in a run down shop in East London. Scar had a head for business, even though he only went to school til he was 14. He hated school, and enjoyed the freedom of working hard and drinking even harder. Because he drank heavy, he was always destroying his bleachers or his shirts, and damaging his good boots, and he found replacing them costly. There were few second-hand stores catering for skins, so he decided to set one up for himself. He scoured the second-hand shops for used jeans, especially Levi's. He would bleach them himself, and sell them for half the new price. He found he got a reputation and a growing business. He ventured out into second-hand boots for skins, Doc's, Rangers, combat styles and heavy steel cap work boots. Again his business grew, and soon he was growing out of his shop. Sonny helped him with the shop in the early years, and when Scar's business out grew the shop, he looked for larger premises. That's when Fredrik came on the scene. Fredrik owned several buildings in the East end, including a 6 story shop and office block. The shop was to lease, and so were the 3 floors above. Fredrik was not a man to panic, and knew they would be leased soon, and would not negotiate on the lease price with Scar. Scar asked Sonny to go down to the building and check out it's potential, and see if it could be converted to his dream of a skin shop and play house.

Sonny met Fredrik at the shop, and they walked through the building slowly, Sonny taking in every detail. Scar wanted to have the skin clothes on the 3rd floor, with fetish clothing on the ground, 1st and 2nd floors. Scar had not gone into fetish clothes yet, but felt this to be his next expansion. Fredrik was refined, well dressed, and totally business. Sonny was dressed in his skin gear, and his big dark frame was imposing and menacing at the same time. Sonny was methodical, and checked out every floor for faults that could cost money, areas where money could be saved in shop fitting, and areas where discrete rooms could be situated. Fredrik had said nothing since they had met, until they had examined the 3rd floor fully. "You are a good looking man." Fredrik said at last. Sonny was taken aback. This was the first time a man had told him he was good looking. Normally it was he who was telling the girls how good they looked, when trying to get into their pants. But he had changed since that night at the layover, and the night he had let Scar fuck him. "You coming on to me man? Fuck! We are trying to do business here and you're coming on to me?" Sonny was shocked, but Fredrik was not deterred. "Your skin looks soft and a deep shade of ebony, you're turning me on with the light on your beautiful skin, glistening in the dusty sunlight from the dirt covered windows." Fredrik's eyes were closed. He was daydreaming, and speaking at the same time. "Cut the crap Fredrik, and lets talk business." Sonny was in no mood for love crap now. He wanted to get this over with and get back to the shop with Scar. "Join me at my country house this weekend, and we will talk business, and not before." Fredrik was moving off towards the stairs. Sonny moved to his side and grabbed his arm, swinging him towards him. Fredrik seized the moment, and grabbed his head and kissed him passionately. Sonny was too shocked to resist, and actually, once he gained his equilibrium, started to tongue his attacker. They remained in an embrace for several minutes after they stopped kissing. "Join me at my hotel this evening Sonny. Just the 2 of us, together: naked, fucking and kissing and fucking some more. Join me in my bed Sonny please, tonight, please." Sonny wanted to fuck him there and then, but knew that would not be the right thing to do with Fredrik. Fredrik would always want things the right way, never the passionate way, the impulsive way. Sonny agreed to meet him that night, and they left at the door, with a passionate kiss in the laneway.

Sonny arrived at the Dorchester Hotel at 1 minute to 8pm. Still dressed in his bleachers, Fred Perry, cherry Doc's and flying jacket, he felt out of place in the opulence of the hotel. On entering, a bellboy came up to him, and asked if he was Mr. Sonny. Sonny said he was and smiled. He had never been called Mr. before. Mr. Kurtsheime is waiting for you in the dining room. Please this way. He was taken through to a secluded room on the side of the main dining area, and found Fredrik waiting for him. As was typical of Fredrik, he was dressed for dinner, in full black dinner suit and white ruffled dinner shirt and black bow tie. "They do not allow skinheads in the main dining room, but turn a blind eye to the private rooms. You look scrumptious in your outfit. I love skinheads, but alas they do not like me. I am not rough enough for them. Perhaps I should rethink my wardrobe. What do you think Sonny? How would I look in rough work clothes and a shaven head?" "Bloody awful I recon." Sonny replied. "Make you look a real ponce. You are too refined to wear clothes like that. No, stay as you are, let others like you for yourself I recon." Fredrik laughed, and summoned a waiter hiding in the wings. "A drink perhaps? Something special?" Sonny wanted no fancy crap. "Just a Guinness for me: Pint mug please" Fredrik nodded at the waiter, and he was gone, as silently as he had come. The Guinness arrived promptly, along with a bottle of champagne. After a period of small talk, Fredrik asked what Sonny would like to eat. Looking at the waiter who had mysteriously appeared once again, Sonny said, "Fish and chips please. No fancy stuff, just fish and chips and don't forget the tomato sauce." Fredrik smiled at the waiter, and was gone again. The food arrived about 20 minutes later, and true to his nod, the waiter supplied Sonny with a plain plate of fish and chips with a bottle of tomato sauce placed on the table in front of him. Fredrik had lobster bisque, followed by smoked salmon, with a lemon meringue to finish. Coffee was then served, with Fredrik savouring a 30-year-old port, and Sonny drinking his 5th Guinness. It was after 11pm before they made their way to the suite Fredrik was using, but the night was still young as far as Fredrik was concerned.