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Taking Bruce Down

by millersdad

Taking Bruce down

Tonight would be the night. I've been working towards this for almost a month. With the glow of the near full moon, my roomie would at last give up all vestiges of who he was. From tonight on, Bruce will have a totally different outlook on life, his appearance and most importantly, his roommate, me.

Bruce is a big man, 6'4" tall and just a tad chunky. I'm guessing he weighs in at around 245 or so, but it's not all muscle, he's got a bit of a paunch on his frame. At 36, his face shows that his life hasn't been particularly easy, though easy to see his laugh lines etched into his brow and corners of his lips. Unlike most the men in his family he still had a full, dense head of medium brown hair that is nearly touching his shoulders. It was his eyes that first caught my attention. They're crystal blue, nearly vibrant. First time i saw them I could only think about the movie "CHILDREN OF THE CORN"; they nearly glowed in the sunlight.

I answered an ad in the local free paper for a roommate. That was almost two months ago. I needed a place that was close to school, reasonably priced and not far from my part time job. My parents weren't wealthy and I had gone into service to pay for my schooling. So here I was, 23 years old and starting at the University to get my degree. Bruce is a decent enough landlord. He keeps the place clean enough, for sure, but he wasn't a neat freak. He let me slide a couple times on my weekly rent since I hadn't received my checks from the government nor my first paycheck from my new job.

He didn't smoke, and that was a requirement for any potential roommate. It was to remain a smoke-free house. I didn't smoke, but did dip Copenhagen. I didn't mention it to Bruce when he interviewed me, when he asked if I smoked, I told him no. I wasn't lying. He wasn't real pleased when he saw me dipping one night when he came home from work. I assured him that I wasn't fouling the air and it was a habit I had picked up in military. He started hounding me about not dipping around him; that I should confine my dipping to the privacy of my room. I thought that was a bit extreme, but to keep things at peace, I agreed. It was the following week when I got back from my stop after the last of my classes that day that things started to change. I walked in and Bruce was amazed that I had gotten my hair cropped down. He started telling me that I looked like a skinhead; a dumb thug of a skinhead. I looked him square in the eyes and assured him I was a skinhead. It was then that I let him know he had some really warped views of skins if he thought we are all beer swilling, tattooed/pierced Neanderthals that couldn't put complete sentences together. Though I did drink beer, had a tattoo (and had an extra hole).

Well, to give Bruce credit, he didn't freak about me being a skin. In fact he started asking me questions as to what it was all about being a skinhead. I let him read some of my books concerning the subject, Spirit of 69, Skinhead, and one or two others. The only thing he knew of skinheads was what he'd seen on TV and read in the newspaper.

I think he needs a much more "up close and personal" experience with skins. And tonight was the night. I had asked him earlier in the week if a small group of friends could come over for a party, Since it was Friday night, it was time to cut loose a bit. It was only to be me and about 4 or 5 friends; Skinhead friends. This time Bruce did freak when they all showed up in the same beater-mobile and dressed in traditional skin outfits. Bruce opened the door and I thought his beautiful eyes were gonna pop out of his head when there was nothing but a gang of freshly cropped skinheads, in full gear. The evening air was definitely filled with autumn air, so as my mates warmed up a bit in the house, their jackets and hoodies started coming off. Bruce was taken a bit off-guard when all the ink and piercings were displayed with no shame or excuses for having them.

Matt, Gene, Marc, Dave all thanked him for having this little party at our place. And good to their word, they all brought their own party materials. Matt, Marc and Gene all were in school with me. Dave is working full time on road construction and a friend of Matt’s from when they were in high school together.

So we put on a little music, popped a couple tops on some beers and started relaxing and shooting the shit. It wasn’t long before Bruce was relaxed around my friends and enjoyed the conversations that were taking place. How six guys could have about 12 different discussions going on at the same time is a mystery, but we managed somehow, and quite well!

It was on Bruce’s 3rd beer that Marc slipped the liquid into it. He put it in a Guinness, just to make sure the subtle taste wouldn’t be noticed. It wasn’t. Bruce didn’t even make it through the whole 12 ounces before he was nodding and had the silliest grin on his face. I asked him if he was feeling okay and he made some comment about being a “cheap drunk”. I directed him over to the couch and had him sit as Dave loaded a DVD he’d burned into the player. The five of us went out to the kitchen to grab some more brews while Bruce was drawn into the large screen HDTV in front of him. Dave, in his spare time is a computer geek and had worked up some really slick programs. He’s certainly not cut from the typical construction worker mold. It was him and Matt were the ones that convinced me that I was really a skinhead weeks ago, just before I got my hair sheared down tight to my head and proclaiming to Bruce that I was, indeed, a skinhead.

After sucking down another brew in the kitchen, I went and checked on Bruce to make sure he was okay. He just had this goofy, vacant stare in his now dim eyes as he unflinchingly watched the images and sounds being flashed at him. Dave yelled at me to join them out on the back porch. I headed that way as they passed me a fresh brewski and after settling down on the back porch took Dave and Matt up on their offer of a huge gagger of Skoal Ice. I had never tried it before and was game to try anything new. After being on the porch for just a couple minutes Gene went back in to grab everyone’s sweatshirts or coats and the evening was pretty damn cool. The Skoal Ice had a nice flavor to it, even though I think I prefer my Copenhagen. The two of them called me a pussy, and I reminded them real men dip Cope. As we sat there, I soon found myself feeling real fuzzy and not able to carry on a decent conversation. And I had only had about 5 beers at the time. Dave looked in the direction of the other guys and said something to them. I missed whatever he said, but soon they were gathering around me and helping me to my feet. I was shuffled into the living room and parked next to Bruce. They handed me a cup for me to spit in and that seemed to be about all the effort I could expend while I too absorbed the next several hours of programming that Dave had running on the TV screen.

How long Bruce and I were parked in front of the screen watching whatever it was, I’m just not sure. Whatever we’d watched certainly grabbed hold of me full force. Now all I could think about was Bruce, his hair, him not dipping and how much I loved all my mates. I literally loved them. I seem to remember that I used to like girls, but I’m sure that was just to cover-up how I really felt about my mates. And that was so long ago. I remember getting aroused every time I saw a real skinhead; getting such a fuckin raging hard-on when I was with a real skinhead. The ink, the cropped hair, the attitude, the rough man-to-man skin sex. It was all so very hot and what I lived for. Before I came completely to, it was like a dream, I was in the bathtub with all my hot skinhead mates over me and showering me with warm water. It splashing all over me and I was drinking down some as well. I was in heaven and never wanted it to end. It was all I wanted, the brotherhood, the heat of real skin sex, the look, the feel of being with others just like me. I knew in my heart I’d do whatever was necessary to make sure it never ended.

“Mate, you ready to start in on Bruce?” Gene asked, as he held my jaw in his firm grip while my eyes tried to focus on his face. The others were around me, semi-supporting me until I regained my bearings. I smiled the best I could and nodded my head. “Yesssir” slurred from my lips. All my mates slapped me on my back and tousled the top of my head. I grinned openly now. They all howled in laughter, I heard from the side one of them say “Got to lead by example, mate! Lead by example!”

“Ya want him to be a real hot, dipping skinhead, don’t ya mate?” another voice said, continuing, “With ink all the fuck over him, metal in his dick and in his tits, eager to swallow a real skinheads dick and take it up his bald little pussy ass?” The image that formed in my head was hot as fuck and I knew that was the way Bruce was meant to be. “Fuuuuckya, mate” came out my mouth as lust built up in me.

“Let’s show him what a real skinhead is then, mate!” That was Matt that uttered those words. With that they all led me to the folding chair set up beside the sofa where Bruce was still parked. The program was still running the the screen and Bruce was still completely caught up in it. My mates brought me another beer and one pulled my bottom lip out as ½ a can of Kodiak Ice was packed in my lower lip. My dick quickly came to life as the situation settled in on me. They had me strip and sit on what was a very cold metal chair. That helped clear my head a bit more. I couldn’t have been more happy or excited with what was about to happen to me. Two sets of hands started rubbing on me. One set on my chest, shoulders and head, the other pair rubbing my thighs, gently brushing my skin-dick and the bush that was surrounding it. “Let’s get at it then, mates” Marc stated enthusiastically.

I’m sure it was a combination of continuing to watch the show on the screen in front of me and the words they were all whispering in my head the whole time, but I egged them on as they ran first clippers and then lather and razor over my entire body. I knew all I needed was more ink and more holes in my body by the time they were through. Now it was Bruce’s turn.

I had to yell at him, literally yell to get him to focus on me. His eyes were still unfocused as he complied with my orders for him to get up and strip. I had the privilege of putting Bruce’s first dip in his mouth. It was the other half tin that I had taken earlier. I made sure he had a spit cup in one hand and a fresh beer in the other when he took my spot in the folding chair. We were all chanting and talking to him about the skinhead slave he was about to become. His meat was at better than half-mast as we proceeded to work on his body, now that his mind was well worked over. We did his body first and my mates left his flowing hair for me to finish the transformation. By the time we were ready for his head hair to go away, he was beggin’ and pleading for us to make him what he was meant to be; a real-life skinhead slave. My cock was leaking pre-cum from my slit.

I started up the clippers and placed them center on his forehead and mechanically pulled them slowly to the crown on his head. Then another swath, parallel to the first exposed more of his flesh. I then worked the sides and back of his head, erasing any trace of the hair that he was so proud of. In under 3 minutes his long locks were gone. Marc and Gene were working the lather into his scalp while getting the mach III ready to complete the job. In no time Bruce was as bald as the rest of us. It was then that Dave took the clippers and removed Bruce’s eyebrows. Then with the quick application of some shaving cream and a few scrapes of the razor his transformation was complete. After Bruce’s transformation was complete we all cleaned up and made our way to the bedroom where both Bruce’s and my asses were used by our mates. Bruce was then made to suck my skin cock and since we were in the 69 position, I reciprocated and gave him a blow job while working his now slick ball sack in my hand. Soon sleep was upon all of us until the sunlight woke us the following morning.

“We have a full schedule today, mates!” Dave said far too energetically, as he slapped my bare ass. My head was busting and I felt like I’d been run over by a truck. I rustled around a bit and finally got my bearings. Part of me was under some of my mates, part of me was over another and my arm was wrapped tightly around Bruce. I took my hand and squeezed and twisted tightly on Bruce’s exposed tit. He was asleep, but that brought him to. “Fuck, mate, ya want at me first thing?” Bruce lustily replied to my ministrations. I just laughed as my already hard boner drove home into his now less-than-virgin asshole.

It took us a couple hours to get our heads cleared and ready for what today had in store. Exactly what that was I wasn’t completely clear on, but I knew I was looking forward to it. After cleaning up ourselves and dressing Bruce in some new gear befitting his new-found life we all packed a nice lipper and headed out.

It was nearly 11am and as we pulled into the parking lot, I knew where we were. At the tattoo shop where I had gotten my first ink just a couple weeks ago. But the shop didn’t open until noon, so what were we doing here an hour early? It was when I saw the proprietor and another artist outside having a smoke that I was sure something had been pre-arranged. “Hey guys! What’s up?” Mark shouted. Mark was the owner and the one that laid down my ink. “You dudes ready to get started?” We all shouted hello back and gave him no doubt that we were MORE than ready to begin!

Bruce and I were the first ones in the chairs. By the time I got through I had a PA and a septum, both had 4 gauge jewelry in them. My one tit did have a 12 gauge in it. But that was upped to a 6 gauge and the other nipple was pierced and the same size cbr was inserted in that. Then ink started getting pushed into my flesh. I had left it up to my mates as to the design and placement of what I was to get today. I got 2 pieces. One started on my right wrist and was simply ruler markings 1” at a time. It ran well past my elbow. The other was on the left side of my neck. It was large and ran up behind my ear and took up a goodly part of the back of my head running down my near my spine. Marc, Matt, Gene and Dave all smiled and looked on approvingly as my tats were finished up.

Bruce was being worked on in the other chair. He too was getting a neck tattoo. His was on the right side of his neck. I smiled as I saw the subject was a bound skinhead getting pissed on by 2 other skins. I was thinking to myself how could he go to work displaying such an erotic image that he’d never be able to hide? Its position and size would make it impossible to cover it. Guess he’s just have to learn to deal with it like the skin-slave that he now was. His next ink was on his ass. It was an imprint of the tread of the Ranger boots that Dave was wearing. Full, life size and Dave wore size 13’s. In the center where the Ranger logo normally was it said “PROPERTY OF SKINS”. Next Bruce got his piercings. He got the same as me. His septum was punched and a 2 gauge locking ring was placed nicely. Then his nipples were both punched and again locking rings the same size as my CBR’s were installed. Next were his PA and gauche. I immediately knew that would restrain his slave dick from getting hard after everything was healed and would serve to keep him in the proper mindset that all good skin slaves are meant to keep. I begged to have a gauche installed on me too. My mates laughed and laughed and finally acquiesced to my request and I too was soon sporting a perfectly placed gauche. Our mates were laughing and carrying on like the mates I’ve grown to know and love. Dave couldn’t resist getting another bit of ink after he got all horned up watching me and my mate Bruce get our ink and metal. He got some olde English lettering right on his collar bone. I wasn’t real clear on what it said, but the artist did a really outstanding job on him as well and the two of us. My mates paid up the tab and soon were all left joking and generally carrying-on.

Arriving back at our place, Bruce was the first one out of the car and quietly opened the door and all the rest of us entered after him. He immediately stripped and dropped to his knees. He kissed each of our feet and tried to unbutton my jeans to get at my meat. It was just too tender having just had a hole punched in my dick head, but my mates were more than willing to offer up their rigid, smooth dicks to his eager mouth. While he was tending to all my mates needs, I went to the bathroom to take the dressing off my neck tattoo. As I gingerly peeled away the gauze and tape I was stunned to see the exact same tat that Bruce had on his neck. The only difference was mine was on the opposite side of my body compared to his. A weird feeling came over me and I wordlessly came out the bath stripping off my clothes and soon I was offering my services to my mates. It felt perfectly normal and completely right to drop down and show my superiors that all the time and money they had invested in me was worth every penny. When it was Master David’s turn to be sucked dry, I bowed my head in respect; awaiting his words that would allow me to begin. Even though my head was bowed I could see just enough to tell he was removing his Fred Perry and the bandage that covered his newest ink. He instructed me to lift my head. As I did it was a clear as anything that his new tattoo was the words SKIN MASTER. My heart leapt as the meaning of it sunk into my thick skull. He and his mates were to be our skin heads and Bruce and I were their property. Well, that was almost the way it was.

After Bruce and I underwent many more “training sessions” in front of the tube and being worked over by our mates for their enjoyment, I was informed that from now on I was to be Bruce’s alpha slave to his complete skin slave status. I am meant to serve Masters Dave, Matt, Gene and Marc, as is only right. They were the ones that opened my eyes to who I truly am. Bruce, however was to be slave to all of us real skinheads. The ruler markings on my right arm? That’s useful to measure how deep I burrow into my skin-slaves ass during our play sessions. I work him over relentlessly every day when I get home from my new job. School wasn’t just for me and soon dropped out after I lined up another job that would help cover expenses. I got a job working construction; right beside Dave. I have to thank my mate for making that happen. Now I have plenty of money for the ink that I continue to get. My left sleeve is just about complete. Next is the one that is going on my now hairless head. It was that special cream they had me apply every day for a week that must have killed off all the hair on my head. Dave is the one that always chooses the designs and placement on me, as well as the ink that is now covering far more of our skin-slave back at the house.

Our skin-slave is a freak now. He’s had all his teeth pulled and the same cream they had me apply to my head was slathered over his complete body. At the recommendation of my mates he wears chains all the time I’m away working at a proud blue collar job. I sweat for a living and am damn proud of that fact. My bitch slave skin does make money for us as we rent him out for our mates and their friends. Now Master Dave, Gene, me and our slave call this place home. Between our wages and what we earn off our slave we can more than keep things running at the house along with having more than enough to keep adding to our mods and thinking of something new and extreme to do with my former landlord.

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