Yuppie in the wrong place he soon he's in the right place

I had been on the bus home from work, just a normal drab journey as usual, expect I did not know it then, I was being spied on, by a lad at the end of the bus. My work day was the same I would catch the number 7 bus in the morning, just before 8am, at night I would be on the Number 7 bus coming home from work, just after 6 at night from Monday to Friday.

I suppose you would call me a yuppie, I came from a good family background, never smoked, never used foul language, I went to a good university and came away with a very good degree. I had moved to London when I got offered a job in the city.

On the Friday in question, after what seemed to be a long hard week, I was looking forward to a weekend of rest, a bit of shopping etc.

I got off the bus at my normal stop, and walked off in the direction of my flat, I would not say it was in the best of areas, but it was all I could afford for now. I got to my basement flat, as I opened the door I was pushed from behind.

I woke up strapped to a chair, standing in front of me was a very intimating skinhead, “Oi so you think you can come into our area and lord it over us, do you cunt”? he spat at me, “well today we are going to fucking change that”.  

He took out a gas mask and placed it over my head the eye parts had been covered up….I felt a sharp needle prick in my arm, I started to feel distant, my brain felt like mush. Voices were telling me who I was, I was a kid brought up on a council estate in the east end of London, I tried to fight it as I knew this was not true, but the voices kept on coming, reminding of events in my life, coming from a broken family, arguments with my mum, driving me out on the streets, meeting others like me. I was always in trouble with the police, even spent a bit of time in borstal for GBH.

I don’t know how long I was like that, but it was light when I woke up in a room that I did not recognize, I was dressed how I normally dressed in my bleachers and was booted.  I was still tied to the chair and I saw my mate Jim, “Fuck Jim, why the fuck have you got me tied to this fucking chair”. I hissed at him, you better get me out of this and your going to fucking pay for it. He released me and I went for him, giving him a fucking good kicking. I grabbed my cigs that were on the table next to me and lit up.

“Oi Jim, get the fuck up, we got to get to the footie match, at this rate were going to miss the fucking start of it, I am in need for some fucking aggro”, I said with a sneer on my face.

Blocked Toilet

I had been a plumber for a few years now and recently branched out on my own. I wanted to get a client base. 

I received a phone call from a club in town, They wanted someone to come out and fix a problem they had in the toilets of the club. When I arrived I found out that it was a gay club, don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against gay men, but its not my scene.

The owner of the club lead me to the toilets and left me there, he left and I got my tools out ready to fix the problem.

There was a strong smell of stale urine, I went to open the door to the toilets to let some fresh air in the place, but the door would not open, I called the owner of the club , but no reply.

The smell got more and more intense, it was started to make me dizzy and the more I breathed it in the more I was loosing focus. Then I started to get aroused by the smell,  I wanted to smell it more,  I moved towards the urinals trying my best to get as much of that wonderful smell into my lungs…..I could not get enough of it.

The owner of the club came back in and saw my wanking my cock, “I see my trap worked then! We needed a new piss pig for the club and as soon as I saw you I knew you would be him”.

“fuck yeah I’m a piss pig alright”

Police Complaint

I went to the police station to complain about a Police Officer. 

The day before I was at home after being at work all day. there was knock on the door and I opened it to a Police Officer, he asked if Mr Williams lived here, I told him that no such person lived here. 

He did not believe me, and pushed his way in, as he did he punch me to the ground and started to verbally abuse me. he looked round and then left, I did manage to get his collar number. So here I am at the Police Station to complain.

I explained to the Police Officer on the desk escorted me into a separate room and told me to get comfortable while I waited to a senior officer to come and speak with me. while he was leaving he switched on the screen that covered the complete wall of the room.

On the screen in front of me was a corporate video playing, I sat down to watch it, The Police logo in the middle, as I watched the video the screen burst into light , the screen flickered which made me look at it more closely, I was trying to read what it said. I was finding it hard to read with the flickering and the sound coming out of the speakers.

Slowly the words became easier to read. it said “you are now being recruited into the Police Force. You are a Loyal Member and it is your duty to uphold the law by any measure”. I was staring blankly at the screen and heard myself repeating the words.

“I am a Police Officer, it is My Duty to uphold the Law by any means”. 

I was escorted out of the room and taken to the kit room where I donned My Uniform. 

I am now officially on Duty. My past life forgotten

Meeting with my Dad

I was brought up by my mum, my dad left us when I was young, that was a long time ago. 

I had seen him sometimes, but as I say that was a long time ago when I was much younger. at a young age he was always a domineering he always scarred me, with his tattoos shaved head booted and in skin gear.

My mum died suddenly and my dad came down to see me, he stayed until the funeral, as there was no one else to take look after me, my dad agreed to take me on, 

I moved up north a week after the funeral. when I arrived I was the normal teenager longish hair baggy jeans someone who thought they knew it all.

The first few days went by ok, I settled into my dads home, as I was new up there he stayed in all the time, we got to know each other. He told me at the weekend we would be meeting some of his mates and that I needed to tidy myself up before any son of his were to meet them.

The morning of the meeting he  took me into his room and opened up the wardrobe and took out some bleached jeans, boots and a MA1 jacket, ordered me to put them on. he then brought out a pair of clippers, ordered me to sit in a chair then shaved my head. 

You can see my dad and me, one of his mates took this photo. I can now see why skin gear looks so good on a man.

I have not always worked as part of a road crew and looking like this. 

I was a clean cut office worker, My office had sent me to work at another of their sites in another part of the country. I had finished for the day and I was going to get back to the hotel and have a relaxing evening. I went to my car but it was blocked in, some filthy workmen had torn up the car park and there was no way I was getting my car out. 

I sort of lost it, and started to verbally abuse one of the workmen. The foreman of the company came over to try and sort the problem out, but as I say I had lost it for some reason. he took me to one side and took me to his portacabin and shut the door. it was a small room, with dirty work gear, the heating was on high, the small of the room hit me as soon as I worked in. He sat me down and tried to explain that he was sorry for the incontinence, but I would have non of it. as he came closer I notice that his Hi Viz was covered in Tar.  He grabbed my head and pulled me in towards him making me breath in his smell. 

I woke up a little later sitting in My foreman’s office dressed in my dirty Hi Viz, he was giving me my instructions for the rest of my day. 

I love My work, but then I am a workie after all, and working with this work gang i get around the country. 

I was on holiday with my wife and kids, they had gone out for the day and I went to explore the local area on a pushbike. About 4 hours into my ride my bike got a flat tire. I remember seeing a rough looking bikers pub with loads of motorbikes outside about  a mile back. 

I went into the pub not knowing what would be inside. what greeted me was a wall of guys in all sorts of leather. I pushed my way to the bar to try and ask to use telephone. I got hold of the bike hire company who informed me that it would take them a few hours to get to me to pick up me and the bike. 

Well I might as well have a pint I thought to myself while I waited. A guy in one piece green and black leathers came and started to talk to me, he offered me another pint, something about the taste was off but I put it down to a different sort of beer. 

He talked and talked to me I could feel the beer taking effect and he started to rub my cock, but I did not stop him, why would I? He was my boyfriend after all.

This is me passed out in my matching green and black one piece leathers 

I don’t know how it all happened? 

I had been away on a business trip with work, I remember being driven off the road and ended up in a ditch, some idiot, had cut me up on a small road outside of the town I was visiting, I was on my way back to the hotel after a long day at work. Hot bath, then cam my wife and kids.

I was angry and got out of my car to give the driver a bit of my mind, I walked over and banged on the window of his van. He got out of the van, he was dressed in filthy orange overalls, which smelt to high heaven. I was about to say something when he looked me in the eye then every thing went blank after that. I heard him telling me, that he needed a work mate and had been looking for some time, he said I would make the perfect work mate for him…. 

As you can see, I now wear filthy orange overalls, just like my Boss, its been a hard day and all I can think about is getting home, and getting my arse pounded by him….Fuck I love my job and I love my Boss