MY TRANSFORMATION INTO A SKINHEAD BOOT slave - PART 1

Author: slavealbert
Title: MY TRANSFORMATION INTO A SKINHEAD BOOT slave /PART 1
Date: 04 September 2018

I guess, i better first introduce myself: my name is...cunt - at least, that´s what Boss decided to call me after our first personal encounter.

My last name? "Don´t bother", He said, adding..."you won´t need one...at least for the time being: cunt is more than sufficient and makes it perfectly clear of who/what you are and...we still can add a last name, when it becomes appropriate to more clearly fine your status".

Also, next are a few details about myself, so you can know me a little better:

- I´m 22 years old...live in a working class suburb of a big city...am the only child...my Dad left one day and never came back: my Mom didn´t seem to bother much...nor did i.

- I discovered that i´m gay at the age of around 16, I guess, but nobody could tell as i´m quite straight looking and acting.

Because of my good looks though (as i´m frequently told) and being a bit on the timid side, i got bullied quite frequently, especially by 3 boys, who lived in my neighborhood.

- Still, i managed to hold my own and got myself a decent job at a big car-wash down town, as i rather took on a job than continue studying.

Dressed in my normal street clothes - to change into my work outfit at the car-wash where we each have a locker as well as communional showers at our disposal, I take the 8AM bus, every day from Monday to Saturday, to go to work, making sure to be at the bus stop at least a few minutes early in order not to miss the bus, which only runs every half an hour, and risking to be reprimanded for getting in late.

I usually don´t pay much attention to the other bus riders, as they aren´t exactly "my type", if you know what i mean, but that particular day, i could´t help but notice a young, quite tall young guy approaching the bus stop, dressed - yes, you guessed it - in full skinhead gear: tall, black boots, laced up with perfection...bleachers...braces...bomber jacket and that unmistakable haircut - no way of not noticing him: exactly my type of a...skinhead.

I suppose that my eyes must have literally "eaten" him and let there be no doubt that my cock also very much liked what i just saw, because, I immediately got a roaring hard-on and...it showed.
I just hoped that neither him nor any body else noticed so!

Too bad that my bus arrived at that very moment. Boarding the bus, i made sure to get a window seat on the right side, so i could easily get a last glimpse of "my"...skinhead.

As from that day onwards, i, more-or-less, saw him every day, alwaus dressed as a skinhead, just changing a few details of his outfit: 20 or 30 eye-let boots, either with or without a steel toe cap...black, while, yellow or red laces with matching socks and braces...always the same bleachers, tugged in the boots and either an olive green or blue bomber jacket - yes, as you can see, i started paying attention to all the details by now.

The other passengers would always keep a "respectfull" distance, trying to look away, which, in fact, didn´t seem to bother him at all.

As my bus would always come in first, i never was able to hind out where he was heading!
Anyhow, all that really mattered to me was to get into my bus first, so i was sure to get a right window seat!

One day, there were just a few other people waiting, including him: so, with all my courage, I greeted him with a timid "OI"!

He mustered me from head-to-toe and shrugged his shoulders: what a humiliation - no one noticed though!

Had he, in fact, noticed me looking his way so obviously during the past several days? i would soon find out.