Revenge is as good as a rest
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Peircedskin
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Part 1.
Samuel sat at his desk and
contemplated the paperwork in front of him. Since his father had died, he had
become the majority shareholder in Banks Building suppliers, with his younger
brother and sister holding lesser shares each. This hadn’t exactly pleased
them, but Samuel didn’t give a shit. All those years of sucking up to Dad had
finally paid off. He got 52 percent of the shares leaving Sally and James 48
percent and a hatred of their elder brother that they were unable to show
unless they wanted to be kicked off the board and out of the company.
Samuel was reading the personnel files of some of the
employees trying to find a means of sacking them without leaving himself open
to unfair dismissal claims.
One leapt out of the pile. Phil Stevens, known to all his
mates as Slug. Samuel hated Slug with a passion due to certain events after the
death of his father left him in charge.
6’ tall, Slug was an old fashioned skinhead
with everything that implied. Shaved smooth head, stocky chest, large beer
belly, arms totally tattooed to the knuckles, Celtic designs up both sides of
his neck, and a bad attitude. Slug was also into piercing. His ears were lined
with thick rings, two rings hung from his left eyebrow and a cone stuck out of
his lip. When he talked you could see the bar in his tongue as it moved past
his nicotine stained teeth, and in the centre of his round piggy face a thick
ring hung from his flat nose. Samuel wasn’t sure what else was pierced, but he
didn’t have the stomach to imagine too hard. The whole thing was too revolting.
“I have to get rid of this moron,” thought Samuel. “Every
time he calls me Sam I could just kill him”. Samuel hated his name being
shortened. Samuel was how he was christened, and Samuel was how he was going to
be called.
“Time for a break” he thought, and left his desk to stand
in front of the mirror and admire his new suit.
As he looked in the mirror, he thought “Not bad for 35”.
His gym-honed body gave him the V-shape he so liked, and his collar length hair
gave him a rakish air that he thought quite sexy. The girls seemed to think so,
as he was rarely without a young beauty on his arm whenever he visited the
opera or a high class restaurant. He couldn’t understand people who ate kebabs
or burgers. Surely they knew that you if put crap into your body you got crap
performance out. Oh well, tonight was a business dinner with some clients and
the wine would be good so it was something to look forward to.
The problem with Slug could wait until after the staff
summer party next week. Might as well let people relax and enjoy themselves
before he started to wield the big axe. He had just had an idea, and felt
really happy about the way it was all going to work out.
Part 2
James watched the wagons being loaded feeling really
pissed off. Since Dad had died, nothing had gone right for him or Sally. At the
reading of the will, they had realised what a bastard Samuel had been, and
found themselves at his mercy.
Samuel had been quite straightforward. Do what he wanted,
or get out. That was why James was now the yard foreman instead of sales
manager, and Sally was manning the reception desk. Although they had never got
on with Samuel, James had thought that as equal partners they could have
prevented some of his more annoying proposals from being accepted. Samuel’s
manipulation of his sick father had changed all that.
“Where do ya want this Boss?” came gruffly from behind
him. Turning, James saw Slug holding two large bags of cement on his shoulder.
James had a soft spot for Slug. Okay, the man was an
animal, and had a face that could scare small children, but he was all ready to
knock Samuel out when he heard about the change of management. Slug liked James
and Sally and thought of them as tough but fair.
“Just load it on this wagon, then you can have a coffee
if you want” said James.
“Cheers Boss, been working like a loon all day. Haven’t
had time to fart since I came in.” and with a grin he dumped his load and lit a
cigarette before wandering off to the canteen.
“James!!” came a distant voice from across the yard.
Looking over, he saw Sally waving a piece of paper at him.
“What’s up Sis?” he said as he walked into the office and
up to the reception desk where Sally spent most of her day lately.
“Have you seen what that twat of a brother of ours is
planning?” she whispered, holding out the paper she held in her hands.
James looked at what was obviously an internal memo
addressed to Sally.
Memo from Samuel to Sally:
Sally, I need you to knock
up a memo to be issued to all staff. From the end of the month there will be
some big changes to the way we run the company.
1. This company now
operates a non-smoking policy. Smoking is strictly forbidden on company
premises and in company vehicles. Any person found smoking will be subject to
instant dismissal.
2. This company no
longer operates a subsidised canteen facility. All catering staff are to be
dismissed, and the canteen is to be turned into a storage area. There is an old
shed we are not using that can be converted into a rest area.
3. Tattoos and
piercings are now forbidden. Any removable piercings must be taken out during
work hours, and any visible tattoos must be covered up as much as possible.
Please issue this memo after
the staff party.
Regards
Samuel.
“Wanker!” spluttered James
as he read the memo. “He said he wouldn’t do anything to upset the staff”
“I know,” said Sally, “and the worst of it is, he is
using it to get rid of Slug and the others. After they told him what they
thought of him when Dad died he swore that he would get them out somehow.”
“Is there anything we can do to change this?” asked
James.
“Afraid not” replied Sally. “You know what he’s like when
he gets an idea into his head. He was a stroppy child, and he makes an even
stroppier adult.”
“So he’s won then. Slug is out, and we are even more
miserable than we were before.”
“Not necessarily” smiled Sally. “You remember that
research psychologist I used to date?”
“What Barbara?”
“That’s the one. We only split up because Samuel
threatened to spill the beans to Dad that I was a lesbian and get me cut out of
the will.
“She is in town at the moment with her new girlfriend
Joanne who you might be interested to know is a stage hypnotist. I had lunch
with them yesterday, and she has agreed to do a turn at the staff party. If we
hypnotise Samuel…”
“We can get her to hypnotise Samuel into reversing some
of his more outrageous decisions.”
“Better than that brother mine, we can get revenge for
many years of abuse and pain at his hands. Between them, Barbara and Joanne can
make our wildest dreams come true, and make dear ‘Sammy’s life a living hell.
Indeed, if we play our cards right we can even give Slug something to look
forward to.”
“Slug?”
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it Bro, just
make sure you have a front row seat at the show and get there early. This you
don’t want to miss.”
Part 3.
The day of the summer party arrived. Started by old man
Banks when he formed the company, it was a popular tradition amongst the staff,
and the management mingled with the office workers, drivers, yard staff and
their families in an air of holiday spirit.
Samuel cruised round with another one of his painted
bimbos on his arm sneering at all the jollity. Little did they know, her
thought, this was the final one of these parties he was going to foot the bill
for. Next year they could go hang. He employed people to work not to enjoy
themselves.
“Would you care for some punch my dear?” he asked the
girl on his arm. She giggled her agreement and they wandered over to the table
manned by Sally, who smiled as they approached.
“Punch or beer?” she asked.
Glancing over at a group of men in overalls and rigger
boots swigging from cans, he curled his lip in disgust and said “Punch of
course, you know I can’t stand beer.”
“Sorry Samuel, I forgot. Never mind one for your young
lady and one for… oops, out of glasses. Give me a minute and I’ll get some more
out of the back.”
Kicking a tea towel over the glasses by her feet that she
had hidden as she saw them approach, she went into the rear of the tent and
pulled out a small bottle. Looking at it, she remembered what Barbara had
warned her. “4 drops only to start with hon, remember we only want him relaxed
until the show. Put the rest in his drink just before the show starts.”
Counting the drops, Sally couldn’t help but grin to
herself. By the end of tonight Samuel was going to be ever so much easier to
live with.
“Here we go Samuel, sorry had to make sure it was a clean
glass.”
“Fine, whatever.” He retorted, swigging a large draught
of the punch.
“Hello Samuel, mind if I steal your date for five
minutes” said James appearing from nowhere.
“If you like,” said Samuel. He knew he should object, but
he had a nice fuzzy feeling in his stomach and was too relaxed to argue.
Sally watched with glee as James and the nameless young
lady disappeared into the yard and Samuel just stood there, a slightly bemused
look on his face.
“Its working” thought Sally. She thought of the work
Barbara had done in behaviour modification for the British government and felt
a pang of relief that the programme had been cancelled when the new party had
taken control. Some of the things Barbara had told her made her toes curl with
the possibilities. The drug Samuel had just ingested was a failed attempt at
suggestibility programming. It worked fine for a while, but after about an hour
it wore off unless large amounts were ingested shortly afterwards in which case
the effects lasted for about 12 hours. Still, it was long enough for their
purposes.
“How are you feeling Samuel?” asked Sally.
“Fine thanks” replied Samuel.
“You know, Samuel is so long winded. I always preferred
Sam. You prefer Sam, don’t you?”
“I prefer Sam.”
“Can I call you Sam?”
“Yes, call me Sam.”
“Thanks Sam, I will. If anyone else calls you Samuel, you
want them to call you Sam don’t you?”
“I want everyone to call me Sam.”
“That’s nice, be sure to tell everyone to call you Sam
from now on then.”
“I’ll tell everyone to call me
Sam.”
Sally looked at the blank look on her brothers’ face.
This was even more fun than she had thought it would be. Pity it was only temporary,
but with Joanne’s help that wouldn’t matter. Looking at her watch, she gave Sam
his instructions about the show, and made sure he knew exactly what to do. He
was going to be the star of the show and she wanted him to be a hit.
Sam walked over to the main stage and took his seat in
the front row centre. As he went, he told everyone who called him Samuel to
call him Sam. Much better, he thought. Should have shortened it years ago.
As he went up to the stage, he saw Slug coming up to him
a can of beer in his hand and a woman on his arm.
“ Hiya Sam, this
is Barbara. She’s been telling me some fun stories about you. Might catch ya
later and compare em.” And with a belch staggered off.
Looking at
Barbara, Sam felt he should know her. Short hair, multiple ear piercings and a
tailored business suit she was familiar but he just couldn’t place her. “Oh
well,” he muttered to himself, It’ll come back to me.”
Just then, Sally
came wandering up with another cup of punch. “Want some more Sam?” she offered.
“Please” he
replied swigging it all down in one go.
Part 4.
At that moment, an attractive young
lady appeared on the stage.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, could I have
your attention please? I am the Fabulous Joanne and I need some volunteers from
the audience for tonight’s show. Please make sure you are over 21 as I am not
allowed by law to hypnotise anyone under that age.”
Sam stood up, and
as suggested by Sally earlier, went up on stage. A loud cheer broke out, and
just as Sam started to smile and wave he realised that the audience was
cheering Slug who had climbed up to stand next to him.
Shortly there
were ten volunteers onstage and Joanne waved them into the back. After about
half an hour, the lights dimmed and the curtains drew back to reveal ten low
podiums with statues in various poses back lit so that only the silhouette was
visible. As the spotlight fell onto the Fabulous Joanne, there were gasps from
the audience as they realised the statues were the ten volunteers who had gone
up earlier.
The show was
amazing. Joanne had the volunteers doing many of the expected hypnosis tricks
such as running on all fours and barking like a dog, but also more unusual
things. Betty from accounts used to do gymnastics in her youth, and Joanne had
her regressed to 16 from 45 and doing back flips and handstands round the
stage. Billy the apprentice was a big hit as well with his perfect rendition of
Nessum Dorma in the style Norman Wisdom.
The finale
arrived, and part one of the plan for Sam was put into place. The other eight
volunteers were sent back to the podium and Sam and Slug were brought forward.
As they stood
there with blank looks on their face, Joanne started talking. “Sam and Slug, I
want you to look at each other. Memorise the way he looks, talks and acts. Now,
I want you to picture yourself changing into the other. Sam, you are now Slug
and slug, you are now Sam.”
As she spoke, the
two men’s whole posture changed. Slug stood upright and developed a slight
sneer on his face. Sam stopped sneering and screwed his face up so that his
cheeks pushed up and made his expression one of controlled aggression. At the
same time his shoulders drooped and he started lounging in a relaxed posture at
odds with his usual stiff pose.
“There is a
mirror in front of you,” said Joanne holding up a piece of cardboard. “When you
look in the mirror you see the other person standing in front of you, and that
person is you.
“Sam, look in the
mirror and rub your head. You can feel the smoothness and enjoy the feeling.
You hate hair on your head, which is why you shave it every day. You can feel
the rings hanging from your ears, nose and eyebrow and it turns you on. You are
a skinhead and you love it.”
The audience
gasped as Sam stood stroking his head pushing his hair back as though he was
totally bald. The raging hard-on in his suit pants was clearly visible and he
scratched at his balls in a suggestive way. He stalked round the stage in an
aggressive way in exactly the way Slug was doing earlier.
Slug on the other
hand was glaring at Sam with barely hidden disgust the way Sam usually looked
at him whenever their paths crossed.
“Okay Sam, Slug,
I want you both back to your normal selves. There is one difference though. You
are now the best of friends. Sam, you always confide in Slug, you think of him
as a great guy, and Slug you think of Sam as your best mate.”
With this, Joanne
released all her victims from her control and wished everyone a good night.
The audience
erupted, as this was one of the best shows they had ever seen, and the sight of
Sam pretending to be Slug was a great hit.
Unfortunately for
Sam, the induction at the beginning of the show was slightly different for him
and Slug than it was for the other volunteers. The command to wake up and
remember everything they had done was programmed to trigger a command for the
two of them to report to Joanne after the show finished, so she could complete
their conditioning before the drug that increased their suggestibility 1000
fold wore off.
Part 5.
Sam and Slug sat
on the step of Slugs house drinking beer out of the can. Sam was not happy
about his situation but didn’t seem able to stop the roller coaster he was on.
He looked at Slug, and felt his cock getting hard as he examined the rings in
his face. The former feelings of disgust had been replaced with an overwhelming
desire to perform any sexual act Slug desired, and Slug desired a lot.
Sam thought back
to the hypnosis show he was in the year before last. It had seemed such a good
idea afterwards to give control to James and Sally. After all, he hated all
that day to day grind of paperwork and meetings and really would have preferred
to spend more time working with his hands in the company of his best mate Slug.
James and Sally
had tried to talk him out of it, it was true but he signed his share of the
company over to them anyway on the condition that he always had a job in the
yard.
The day before he
finished in his old position, Slug and he had had a chat about what he should
do to ease the transition. Lighting a cigarette, Slug leered at him.
“Shave your head.” He said.
“What?” said Sam a bit startled. The
smell from Slugs cigarette was making his head buzz; he wanted one and didn’t
understand. He hated the damn things surely?
“Shave your head”
Slug repeated. “Turn into a skinhead like me. We can get you tattooed and
pierced, but the first thing you want to do is shave your head.”
“If you think
that’s best,” said Sam. For some reason Slug made sense. “Can I have a
cigarette please Sir?”
“You wanna start
smoking boy?” asked Slug.
“Yes please Sir.”
Replied Sam. This seemed weird to Sam, but for some reason it made sense to
call Slug Sir. As he pulled the smoke into his lungs he felt his cock harden in
his pants. Slug grabbed his visible hard-on and squeezed it.
“You like that
boy” he asked.
“Yes Sir I do”
“Then I think its
time we left for my place.”
At Slugs place
Sam looked round. It was a bit basic, with a small kitchen and living room and
in the bedroom skinhead posters and a British flag hung on the walls.
“Okay then boy,
strip.”
Sam shivered as
he took off his clothes. Throwing them in the corner he knelt to look at his
master. Slug had taken off his work shirt and was standing in just his filthy
jeans and battered rigger boots. His now naked chest revealed a smooth torso
with a large gut hanging over his belt. The tattoos on his arms reached over
his shoulders down his back and onto his chest in two shields covering the
large prominent nipples hanging slightly from the weight of the two heavy
silver rings through them.
Slug hovered over Sam. “You are one
hairy fucker boy, we’re going to change that right now.”
Grabbing the bowl
out of the sink and filling it with hot water he instructed Sam to stand up.
Grabbing a long sharp straight razor from the bathroom and soaping Sam’s legs,
he began to scrape the hair from them turning him to reach the crack of his
arse. Pushing Sam over roughly he soon had the hair surrounding his little
pucker hole nothing more than a memory.
Turning Sam round
Slug noticed the large hard-on sticking straight up out of the thick bush of
Sam’s pubes. Sam tried to hide his cock with his hands, but Slug grabbed a set
of handcuffs off the dresser and restrained Sam’s hands.
“That’s Daddies
cock now boy, you’re not allowed to touch it except to piss. If you piss you
don’t shake it. Put it back in your pants and let it drip. I wanna see yellow
stains. Understand?”
“Yes sir” said
Sam shakily. He was in the hands of a monster and was terrified, but had never
been so turned on in his life. This was what he lived for, what he needed and
slowly he gave up on his own thoughts. Slug was obviously right and if he
wanted something then Sam had to obey. Slug thought he would make a good
skinhead piss boy so that was what he was to become.
As his thought
processes slowly rearranged themselves in accordance with the instructions
received from The Fabulous Joanne after the hypnosis show he watched Slug
scraping the hair from his groin and chest. As he felt the hair falling from
his body he thought how nice it was to feel the air flow across his body
uninterrupted. The only problem was the shape. It was wrong. He felt disgusted
at how flat his stomach was. It should be prominent and bulging like his
masters.
Slug pushed Sam
down roughly and unzipped his flies. Sam gasped as the semi-erect monster was
pulled out and pointed at him. Through the fat bulbous head was a horizontal
barbell, and hanging through the piss hole was a thick silver ring matching the
two in Slugs nipples. Round the shaft were other rings and Sam could see a line
of them disappearing between his legs. Suddenly a stream of hot yellow piss
shot all over Sam’s torso and moved up towards his face.
“Take it in your
mouth and swallow it boy” commanded Slug.
Sam obeyed
swallowing the yellow stream, feeling disgusted and turned on at the same time.
As Slug finished he wiped his cock on Sam’s moustache before slamming the now
rock hard organ down Sam’s throat. Sam started to choke until he developed the
knack of resting the rings in his throat as it began to pump in and out.
With an animal
grunting, Slug shot his load. Sam choking managed to swallow it all and felt
his cock pulsating and shooting thick ribbons of spunk in response to Slugs
orgasm.
Slug grinned as
he undid the handcuffs and lit two cigarettes one of which he passed to Sam.
Sam smoked it, and though it felt like he wanted to choke every time he
breathed in, he had to finish it. Watching the way Slug smoked, Sam copied him
until he was smoking exactly the same way Slug was.
“Now lets get you
finished off” said Slug.
“Yes Sir, thank
you Sir” replied Sam as Slug brought out a set of clippers.
Sam held his head
still as he felt the clippers bite into his hair. This was what he wanted. He
hated his hair, it was so unhygienic. Sam felt as though a great weight had
been lifted off his shoulders.
Once all the long
hair had been buzzed off and the worst of it brushed off his shoulders, Slug
lathered up Sam’s head. As he scraped the hair off with the re-sharpened
straight razor, Slug rubbed his cock against Sam’s naked body. Rubbing off the
last of the lather, he pulled Sam up and showed him a full-length mirror
hanging up on the bathroom door.
Sam was amazed.
He looked so different. He rubbed his now bald head and suddenly had a flash of
imagination. For a split second he saw himself pierced and tattooed just like
Slug. Looking at his now rock hard cock in the mirror, he ached to touch it but
remembered Slugs order. Just then Slug grabbed him and roughly kissed him. As
he felt the cone in Slugs lip pushing into his, and Slugs tongue bar pushing up
against his teeth he felt all resistance die. He still didn’t understand what
was going on, but he didn’t care any more. His mouth and arse belonged to Slug
and that was as it should be.
Conclusion.
James and Sally
watched the yard out of their office window. Slug and Sam were loading wagons
stripped to the waist, sweat dripping off their bald heads in the hot summer
sun. Watching them walk, Sally couldn’t help noticing how similar they were.
Both men were shaved smooth all over, and had prominent beer guts. Slug had
worked hard feeding Sam up with junk food and beer, and there was no trace of
the muscular well toned body he used to be so proud of. The tattooing was now
complete, and Sam now sported a complex design of tattoos down both his arms
and across his chest and back. Both his ears had large 000 gauge flesh tunnels
in the earlobe and many other rings decorated his face and body.
As Sam and Slug
finished work, they both had a cigarette and Sally thought it was funny that
they smoked them in exactly the same way. As they walked off, they even moved
the same way.
“Well,” said
James. “ What a difference a couple of years makes. I never thought Joanne and
Barbara could pull this off, but they look the same, walk the same talk the
same, and even dress the same.”
“That was the
general idea,” said Sally. “Slug was already a gay sadist so it only required a
little bit of prompting on his part, and Sam is trapped in a world he hates but
wants desperately. He has no choice but to look, talk and act like an
uneducated thug, even though inside he feels the same way as he always has. The
only thing we really did was take his love of power and control and turn them
on its head. Instead of being in control he now needs to be controlled. A
fitting punishment I would have thought.”
“You really are
an evil cow Sis”
“I know. That’s
why you love me.”
The end