MY TRANSFORMATION INTO A SKINHEAD BOOT slave - PART 2

Author: slavealbert
Title: MY TRANSFORMATION INTO A SKINHEAD BOOT slave /PART 2
Date: 06 September 2018

"Fuck...shit",
i heard myself say, while looking at my watch: i overslept and most probably, i´m going to miss my bus, causing me to arrive late at work, which never had happened before, but, i guess, there´s a first time for everything.

"the fault of that fucking skinhead"...trying to find a scapegoat, for my own fuck-up.

Getting myself ready as quickly as possible, skipping breakfast, of course, i made a run to the busstop: in vain - too late - no body there any more, so the bus had, obviously, already pased by!

Pissed off as i was and now having to wait a full half hour for the next bus, i seated myself on the bench at the bus-shelter, my elbows on my knees, hands on my head, looking down.

At some point, i must even have dozed off, as i wasn´t aware of some body approaching until my feet were kicked apart: first thing i saw was a pair of red-cherry, tall boots with steel nose caps and yellow laces.
While looking up, right in front of me was standing "my" skinhead with a sinister grin on his face, giving me the shock of my live!

Being totally caught off-guard and not, immediately, knowing what to do or say, the onlything i managed to come with, was a timid..."oi".

"What´s that"...he shouted and spitted me straight in the face..."OI"...i tried again, this time a bit louder and firmer, while cleaning my face with the back of my hand!
He now cleared his throat and i got an other load of his gob on my face.
Trying to while it off again, he said: "don´t you dare your cunt face".

Looking up at him again, he was now rubbing his crotch and i could clearly see the contours of his dick harden in his bleachers.

As he must have noticed my starring, he outright asked: "like what you see...cunt"? That, of course, was an outright blow to my ego - nobody ever had called me a...cunt before.

Not know exactly what to respond, i just replied with a short, timid..."yes".
"YES, what...cunt" and while saying that, he grabbed me with both hands by my shoulders and pulled me up to my feet, looking down at me as he was quite a bit laller than me, spitting me one more time straight in my face.

"From now on, if you speak to me, you have to address me as...Boss - you get that...cunt?
"Yes...Boss", i stuttered.
"So, what do you want from me...cunt"? "Nothing...rrrealy, huh...Boss".
"You fucking lier", he returned..."you have been stalking me me ever since I´m catching a bus here lately and you better tell me the truth, as I have been watching you too...cunt".
With that he punched me right in the stomach, making me double over.

"Boss, i just liked your outfit, Boss", i managed to bring out after re-catching my breath.
"Well...well, how nice...don´t tell me that you want to become a skinhead".

After that said, he let go of me and i noticed that in the meantime quite a few people had arrived - no doubt that they must have overheard at least part of our conversation: although some did look our way, nobody dared to say a word - well, screw them.

Not knowing whether to say yes or no, i decided it was better to keep my mouth shut and...wait-and-see.

At some point, he continued: "this has to stop...I don´t want you to stare at me any more like I´m an outer space alien, either here at the busstop or while you are seated inside the bus...did I make myself clear...cunt"?

Not waiting for my answer: "OK...cunt, here comes your bus...get in and remember what I just told you, otherwise I will make sure that you very much regret that you were born...cunt", saying the last word aloud, making the other passengers turn their heads and look at us with apprehension.

Being the last one to enter the bus, which, at this point was already quite full, i had to walk all the way to the back to find myself an empty seat, having to face all the other riders, suddenly remembering that i still had all his gob on my face.

With all what just happened, i forgot that i would be late for work with all the possible consequences, but that would be of later worry!
At least, for now, i was safe and, to be frank, despite all the humiliation in public, quite happy to have finally managed to make contact with "my" skinhead, althoughin a much different way than i had possibly anticipated!