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 

United again

It had been 3 months since Marc and Tom had seen each other, Marc had moved to live with his uncle after one of his heated debates with his dad, he let it slip that he was gay and his father could not take it. Marc’s father threw him out on the street after hearing it, with almost nothing. His mother contacted his uncle who was the black sheep on her side of the family for being gay as well hadn’t had contact to any one of them in years.

Marc had told Tom before leaving he never met the guy in his life  and had had just had a short phone call with him before agreed to go and live with him until he could make it on his own. Other than that he had never met the guy. His uncle lived the other side of the country.

They tried to keep contact, but since Marc started working construction with his uncle, he always often too tired to talk and had started only to text with Tom. Until last month Tom feared that this could be the end of their relationship, until he got a call from Marc. He said he got used to the hard work now and did ask his uncle if Tom could move in with them. After a bit of convincing over the next week Tom finally gave in. He convinced his parents to move in with his boyfriend, since he was looking for a job any so there was not really anything keeping him there.

Waiting on the train station Tom got a phone call from Marc, that they got out of work later then expected and that his uncle would pick him up so he could take a shower before finally meeting him again. To make sure Tom would know who to look out for, Marc gave Tom a short description of the van and a quick description of his uncle Stan, a middle aged bald guy, he would still be in work cloths he would be wearing picking him up.

After a bit of waiting Stan arrived to pick up Tom. As Tom got in to the van he felt a bit sick from the heavy smell of at least a decade of cigarette smoke in the van.” Tom, nice to meet you, lad. You look a bit pail.”, Stan greeted him. Well it’s the smell it a bit overwhelming …”, Tom tried to put it lightly. Handing him a plastic bottle with some juice Stan said smiling: “Here drink something, this will help.”. The Juice tasted good, but a bit strange and bitter after taste. But Stan had been right his feeling of sickness was gone he no longer felt discussed by the smell, in fact he almost enjoyed it. As Stan lite up his cigarette Tom did not even protest or say anything, he thought it was strange as he hated it when people smoked in cars without opening a window but not this time…

By the time Tom arrived at his new home Stan had already smoked 3 cigarettes, without questioning why he had enjoyed breathing in Stan’s smoke and why it started making him horny. Tom had just got out of the car as Marc came out of the house pushed against the wall and kissing him. Marc had changed a lot more then Tom ever had expected. Unlike Tom Marc had never buzzed his hair before but now he was completely shaved. He was only dressed in bleaches and a pair of tall black boots with some white laces. Normally Tom would have question what all of this meant or why Marc didn’t warn him about his new look before, but strangely Tom just accepted it all of it and went along.

He's a hot fucker, can’t wait to see him shaved and geared up to Sir!”, Marc said to his Uncle. “Your fucking right boy, he will be fucking hot fucker after we get him cleaned up, boy! The drugs are already in full effect now get him in front of the screen!”, Stan ordered Marc. “Let’s go mate I will fix you up like master Stan,  fixed me, make you a good skinhead lad!”, Marc explained to the drugged up Tom. Tom tried to put up at least some residence or argue with Marc but all that came out was “Skinhead ...what... why...?”. “Don’t worry you will love it, not that you have much of a choice anyway but can’t wait to fuck the new you after we’re done with you!”, interrupted Marc him happily.

Inside Marc ordered Tom, to sit on the chair in front of the Computer, unable to disobey Tom followed his orders. Tom was made to drink another bottle of the very bitter tasting mixture. Marc made sure the ear phones could not fall out before ordering him to watch the screen and obey the voice from the earphone.

The last thing Tom remembered before waking up in a king-sized bed was the  orders Marc gave him. He felt a bit drunk and had a slight headache, Tom’s saw himself in a mirror, he felt the 4 mm buzzed hair on his head as wave of disgust came over him. This is WRONG! He shouted.

Searching the bathroom, he came across marc greeting him with a smile: “Looks like your awake again mate!”. Before Tom could ask Marc pointed at the door behind him. Tom almost stormed off into the bathroom searching to find something... “Here you need this”, he hears Marc’s voice he is holing up a bottle of shaving cream and a brand new razor. The relief in Tom’s eyes was pleasing Marc, as he watched his boyfriend started to shave his hair off.

The reprogramming of Tom went even more perfectly than he expected,  to celebrate this Marc light himself a cigarette. As he enjoyed his smoke he kept thinking back that he could not believe he never had a single cig before moving in with uncle and his Master Stan. And the thought of seeing Tom smoke for the first time later made him already horny as fuck!

“Ah, how is the new recruit doing Marc?”, Master Stan asked as he enter the bathroom. “Very good Sir, he almost done shaving his body. He is almost ready to fuck Sir!”, Marc reported happy to his master. “As soon as your done with this get on all four, so you can get your proper welcome boy!”, Master Stan ordered his newly born skinboy Tom.

After Master Stan had filled him with his welcome load into the boy’s ass Marc was allowed to have some one on one time with Tom. Marc didn’t waste any time and ordered Tom to show how much he had missed him, He ordered him to suck his cock! Making sure to keep the load of their master in his ass Tom sucked marc off like never before driven by pure lust. “Oh I missed you to mate!”, Marc screamed as he shot his load all over his boyfriend’s face. Licking his own cum form Tom’s check before Marc shared the taste with his boyfriend in passionate kiss.

  

Tom was now just like Marc working construction, a heavy smoking hard working skinhead, loyal to Master Stan, thanking him for transforming him every single day. He loved to serve his Master Stan with Marc his skinhead mate and boyfriend. He loves the raw sweaty sex with them getting fucked by his master and boyfriend or watching his Master Fuck marc before he was allowed to eat the Masters seed. He had never known how good it felt to be gay skinhead before and he understood why Marc did want to change him, too!

I was out on my own, needed a few paints after a stressful week at work, I walked into a bar, the barman asked me what I wanted, so I asked for a pint of the special. he started to talk to me, he asked me why was so stressed, I told him, I had had a long week and to top it all off My girlfriend had dumped me in the week. 

One pint went to another, then another. I was getting pretty drunk at this point, but I could hear the bar man say, not to worry, it will soon be a past memory.. 

I started to make my way home staggering down the street, when a van pulled up and 2 men grabbed hold of me and pushed me into ta van. they were wearing so sort of shiny material.

I find myself strapped in a chair with the same sort of material covering my body… the headphones and the blindfold is telling me that my past life is over and I am becoming a rubber drone.

yes I am a rubber drone, my duties is to serve 

I am a rubber drone, my duties is  to serve. 

I am a rubber drone, my duties is to serve. 

I am a rubber drone, my duties is to serve. 

Hitch Hike

Hitch Hike 

I had been out with my mate. during the evening, we had a big argument and he stormed off. 

Since he was driving, he left me in a town where I did not know anyone. it was getting late so I started to walk and hitch hike my way home. I had been walking for some time, when a man in a van stopped and offered me a lift, I told him I was heading home, and he said he was going my way. I hopped into the van. 

I got in the van and introduced myself, I’m Richard I told him.  Stan introduced himself he was in some dirty work gear which was filthy. His van was packed with tools, oil and and from the looks of it more dirty work gear. It was easy just listening to his voice, it made me feel calm it was sort of hypnotic . He started by asking why I was out on a dark night, and I told him about what had happened earlier. He then started asking about my life: I felt so calm, I was telling him everything about myself. I lived on my own since my family had died in a road accident. I was the only one left that was some time ago, but I had started my life again had a small council flat that I called home now. 

The more I talked, the less I could remember about myself., until there was nothing left in my memories about my past life. I just sat there while he drove on and on. all the time he was passing me cigarettes which I smoked.

As we were going onto site the next morning Dad  woke me up “raise and shine” Jason, he passed me a lite cigarette which I smoked while I helped him unload the van with our tools. The side of the van, had “Williams and son” on it. I always made me proud to see that, I’ve looked up to him and wanted to work with him since I was a lad and even more so now my mum died, it was just the 2 of us now. 

I was dressed as usual in my dirty work gear just like my old man.  

I had been with my mates playing football in the park, it was getting late and the sun was already setting. The game finished and they went one way and I went the other as I needed to go into town to get a gift for my girlfriend as I was seeing later that day. 

As I walked out of the park, I walked past some back to back houses it was a short cut to the town centre. the warmth of the sun disappeared, it started to feel really cold round me. the wind stopped and everything became silent. 

A shimmering form started to appear in front of me, I was a little scared and tried to move around it,  I moved to my right and the form moved to my right, I turned round to go the other way and the form appeared in front of me, I was doing my best to get out of its way. but I was frozen in place. 

The form started to gain details, his upper half of it’s body had a black polo shirt tucked into what looked like bleached jeans, with braces hanging down, on his feet looked like tall boots. 

It started to speak, it was not clear to start with, but I did seem to recognize the accent, it started to get clearer, it was then that I recognized the voice, Yes it was that gay skinhead that me and my mates had gay bashed a few months, back, we really did a good job on him, his face blood red, we kicked and kicked  you see I fuckin hate poofters, there not real men like us. After we finished with him we ran off. He was in hospital for a long time and then moved back to his home town. I do remember reading somewhere in a newspapers that he had had died of his injuries. 

I was still frozen in place when the ghost, as that all I could think of him now came closer and closer to me, he started to merge with me I could feel his body taking over mine, my thoughts were changing. My past life changing, all the women I had slept with the ones who had my children my present girlfriend fading being replaced with all the men I had slept with the guys I have fucked, I was getting all of his memories, my cock getting hard of all the men that I would be fucking and abusing.

With the last of my own thoughts I heard him say to me, that I was becoming what I hated so much in the world, that I was becoming him, I would have years ahead of me enjoying cock. 

I could move again, I was on my own in the the back alley. Yes I was on the hunt, I am a proud Gay Skinhead and I knew who my next targets are going to be. 

I will get My revenge.