Posted Thu Jan 14, 2016 | 501 Words | Tagged story chav

Requested by @orangehares

About six months ago James had got lost on his way home. He didn’t know how he did it, was it just him smiling at messages that flew into his phone every so often or did something change overnight? Whatever it was he found himself right where he didn’t want to be. Right in the middle of a council estate.

He rolled his eyes as he saw plenty of chavs walking around the place, old enough to work but clearly not bothered and too interested in themselves. He looked at his phone and it used it’s last few seconds of battery before turning off. He walked around, seemingly getting lost but eventually managed to find his way to the main road.

He thought nobody saw him, but they did. They noticed James wasn’t one of them and shouldn’t have been on the estate. What ponce walks into a council estate thinking he’s better than everyone else?

James was in a hotel on some trip where they waited outside of his door. As soon as poor James opened it, they almost pounced on him. They covered his face with one of their sweaty footie socks, can’t have him making a racket.

He quit moaning once the drugs the sock was laced with started working, numbing him. One explained that nobody leaves the estate without being one of them. One of the rules. No exceptions.

The one speaking got out of his pocket a small unmarked tube of something. James only realised now the clothes he just put onto his just washed body had been removed. The tube was squeezed onto his head and then started to be rubbed in.

Whatever it was felt nice. It wasn’t a shampoo, just the feeling felt relaxing and numbing. They said something about sorting out his head, but he just smiled. A smile turned into a smirk as it started to dig into further into him.

In his mind he felt like he was floating, all of whatever had just flooded his brain started to mush together. He started to feel slightly different. Wasn’t he thinking fast before? It was so much harder now. Harder, yeah course it was. Gotta put those dumb thoughts into your fucking dick.

He fucking swore didn’t he before? He couldn’t fucking remember. It was fucking hard as fuck to think. The fuck was his name? Gaz. Yeah, Gaz. Everyone called him Gaz. With that he felt an eruption in his cock as whatever was left of James was removed. Gone forever.

Gaz fell asleep in the chair. All of the energy in his body wiped. They just waited, eyeing up what it would do to him. Everyone ended up different. Course some were natural in the estate, but many weren’t.

He awoke in about an hour with a grin. He looked around, confused to why he was in such a fancy ponce place. Course once he saw his mates they took ‘im back to where he belongs.