The Chav Games

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

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Introduction

This is a story of 3 young British chavs in London. You know the sort, tracksuits from adidas, Nike and fila. High top white trainers. A cocky attitude. Regularly breaking the law. Many think they look hard and tough, but to others they’re look and clothes are a turn on to the gay fetish community. They don’t realise it yet but they are every kinksters dream. 3 of them are about to find that out. Not voluntarily. They’ll be captured by a group of men and forced to play twisted piggy games. They don’t know each other. But soon they will know one another very intimately….

The Capture

1. The Thief and the Shopkeeper.

It’s nearly midnight and shopkeeper, Daniel, is looking to lock up. It’s been a quiet night for a Saturday, must be to do with the storm brewing. It’s only a little newsagents on the corner but Daniel sees quite a number of customers usually. Just as he was heading for the door to lock it, 22 year old Connor steps in.

‘Yo mate I just want an energy drink’ he shoves past Daniel with a cocky attitude and heads to the alcohol. Daniel looks him up and down. He’s a fit lad. Head to toe in a black adidas tracksuit with high top shoes and a cap on backwards. He has a big puffer coat on. The tracksuit bottoms are tight showing off Connor’s ass. Daniel can feel himself swelling in his own joggers. He watches Connor at the alcohol and sees him put some vodka in his coat. Without thinking, Daniel cautiously locks the door and walks over to Connor.

‘You paying for that mate?’

‘What ya talking about boss man?’

‘The vodka in your coat’

‘Dunno what you’re on about mate’

Connor goes to pass Daniel expecting resistance. But Daniel calmly just steps aside. The chav moves to the door and tries to open it but it’s locked. He yanks it harder thinking it’s just stuck, but it’s not. Suddenly the metal shutters on the outside of the door start coming down, sealing him in. Connor turns round and sees Daniel there with the remote to the shutters smiling.

‘What the fuck man, let me out’

‘ I don’t like thieves’

‘ I ain’t no thief bruv. Now open this fucking door you cunt’

‘ it’s closing time. The door needs to be shut. There’s a night time exit out the back’

Daniel motioned to the entrance of the stock room. Connor saw the entrance and started running towards it. As he got there all he saw was darkness. He turned round and was startled to see Daniel standing behind him. The shock made the vodka fall out of his coat and smash on the floor.

‘ oh dear, you’ve been caught red handed. I’ll have to report you’

‘ fuck you’

Connor ran through the stock room and found an opening. It was too dark to see where it led. Connor went in and was immediately met with a brick wall. Before he had time to react Daniel was behind him and kicked him hard in the legs.

‘Ah fuck what you doing man’

Connor was now on the floor in agony. Daniel stood over him and turned him on his stomach. Connor struggled but this 35year old man was stronger than he looks. Daniel produced a pair of heavy duty handcuffs and forced them on Connor behind his back. Daniel stood back and admired the sight. A cocky straight chav on the floor of his stockroom handcuffed and helpless.

‘Please man. Look let me go alright. I won’t do it again. Why the handcuffs bruv’

‘Ah so now you’re sorry. The handcuffs are to keep you secure until back up arrives to help’

‘ please don’t call the police. Fuck I’m already in enough trouble’

‘Who said I’m calling the police?’

Connor looked puzzled.

‘Now, you’re gonna be a good boy and open wide that gobby mouth of yours’

‘Get the fuck off me you perv’

Daniel held out a ball gag and tried to force it in Connor’s mouth but he was thrashing about and kept his mouth closed. Daniel grabbed the chavs hair and yanked his head up

‘ open your mouth otherwise I will call the police’

Connor slowly opened his mouth at which point the ball gag went it, Daniel secured it tightly. All he could now hear were the muffled sounds of shouting and screaming.

‘ I need to make a couple of calls. I’ll be back in an hour or so’

Daniel walked out the room and locked the door behind him and padlocked it shut, listening to the screams and shouting from Connor’s gagged mouth. Daniel got out his phone and started calling someone.

‘ Dude, I need your help with something.’

2. The Drug Dealer and The Police Officer.

‘Cheers’

‘Cheers bruv’

25yr old chav Jake walked into darkness, away from the drug deal he had just completed. Only a bit of weed but he needed the cash and since he had been doing drug deals like this, he was raking it in. Jake, dressed in his favourite Nike tracksuit, walked down the dark alley, quickly but not frantically. He wasn’t scared, he’s a tough guy. But he still didn’t want a copper nicking him. The alley turned dark, no street lights on this bit. Suddenly, from the bushes out stepped a police officer, John.

‘Fuck, shit man’

‘ got a fright?’

‘Nah bruv’

‘Mate you are under arrest for dealing and possession’

‘Fuck’ Jake’s head went down. This officer must’ve been watching him. Or that bastard he sold the drugs too tricked him. Jake considered legging it, but he knew he had to comply, no matter how much he wanted his freedom.

‘Arms behind your back son’

Jake complied. John put the cuffs on Jake. The sound of metal clanking together signalling the loss of power, the chance of freedom gone.

‘Van is this way’

John, dressed in his police uniform, marched Jake down the alley further. It was pitch black. When they got to the end there was no police van in sight, which Jake was expecting. It also dawned on Jake that the path led to a dirt track car park, surrounded by trees and no people. The only sign of life was a white unmarked transit van.

John felt the puzzled look on Jake’s face.

‘ it’s an undercover van mate’

John was expecting resistance but needed him nearer the van to secure the capture of this scally lad. Jake seemed satisfied with johns answer and they both headed towards the van, the handcuffs tightening behind Jake’s back. They got to the back and John opened the doors. Jake looked inside expecting the usual police van attire, but was shocked to see it was just a regular van.

‘Bruv what the fuck is this’

Without warning John forcefully bent Jake over the back entrance of the van. Jake was taken aback.

‘Oi mate what you doing? Get the fuck off me’

‘Get the fuck in the van bitch’

‘Fuck you! What’s going on?’

John kneed Jake in the balls. Jake screamed out in agony. While Jake was bent over in pain, John yanked him into the van and got on top of him. He grabbed the chavs hair and yanked his head back. John started whispering in Jake’s ear,

‘I’m not a police officer. This isn’t an undercover police van. But you will be punished boy.’

Jake started to scream.

‘Scream all you want. No one will hear you. You’re mine and you made it so easy. I thought you’d make a run for it but you’re just a pussy really ain’t ya chav.’

‘Let me fucking go you sick fuck!’

John yanked Jake to his feet and moved him further inside the back of the van. Jake struggled but John was built, obviously a gym rat. They reached the back and Jake saw a metal ring attached to the wall by a 7 inch or so chain.

Jake tried to push back but John forced his head brutally against the wall. Jake screamed in agony as john attached the metal collar to Jake’s neck and locked it shut with a padlock. Jake regained his composure and realised he was shackled. He was defeated. His freedom gone. John stepped back and looked at the sight before him. A Nike chav shackled to the back of his van. No escape.

‘What the fuck you gonna do to me you cunt’

‘ you’ll see boy’

John shut the doors of the van, plunging Jake into darkness. The only sounds are of the chains clanking on his metal collar and the handcuffs ratcheting. Then he hears the engine of the van start up. They’re on the move. John meanwhile is sat in the driver seat rubbing his bulge whilst calling someone on the handset.

‘Yo mate it’s John, heading your way now pal’…..

3. The Cheat and The Father 

18Yr old chav Tom was heading to the local park. Dressed in his FILA clothes. Trackies, jumper and white high top shoes. It’s nearly midnight. But his girlfriend had texted him to meet her there. Maybe she’d suck him off on the swings? Or he could bang her pussy raw on the slide? The thought made his cock rock hard under his track suit bottoms. He didn’t try and hide it. He didn’t care. He’s a gym fit chav with a thick 9inch cock. His girlfriend loved it and he’s about to get some public pussy round his dick. Tom reached the park. Only one street light was there and it was flickering. He couldn’t see his girlfriend. Maybe she’s not there yet. Maybe she’s hiding? Tom sat on the swing and waited, his cock kept growing. He put his hand down his trackies and started playing with it. Suddenly a text came on his phone. It was from his girlfriend;

‘Hey babe. I wanna get kinky. I’ve seen the sites you look at on your laptop. Wanna try it?’

Tom was red faced. Was she really into this? He thought with his cock instead of his head.

‘ yh babe, if your sure let’s try it. Where are you Btw?’

‘Cool. Let’s play a game now. In the corner of the park are some bushes. Go in there and you’ll see a present I left you’

Confused, but horny. Tom stood up to make his way over to the bushes. Halfway there he decided to pull his cock out. He was too horny for it to be contained. Tom strolled over with his big dick swinging from side to side to the bushes. He went in deeper and looked around. He couldn’t see anything as it was so dark. He was expecting her to be there. When his eyes adjusted to the darkness he could make something out on the floor. A pair of handcuffs. These weren’t your crappy plastic fluffy ones, these were proper heavy duty ones. A text then came on his phone;

‘Like your present? They’d look good on you.’

‘You want me to put them on now?’

‘ I think you should sit down near the small tree, handcuff your hands behind the tree and wait for me. What do you think’

Tom thought for a minute. Is he about to do this. Seems a little too risky. But fuck it was making him hard. He was pre cumming everywhere.

‘ ok babe, I’ll do it’

‘Great! I’ll make it worth your while’

Tom stood there stroking his dick for a minute while he anticipated what he was about to do. He grabbed the handcuffs and sat down by the tree. He was about to handcuff his hands behind the tree when the horn took over his thoughts. Tom stood back up and pulled his trackies all the way down to his ankles. He was now fully exposed. He sat back down and manoeuvred himself with his back to the tree. He grabbed the cuffs and put his arms round the tree. He cuffed one wrist and his cock bounced. This was turning him on. He then put his other wrist in the cuff and paused for a moment. Then he thought fuck it and ratcheted it shut. He was now helpless. Handcuffed to the tree with his hard dick out. His phone was placed next to him, the text conversation with his girlfriend still open. A text came through.

‘You look good Tom’

Shit! She’s watching me, Tom thought.

‘ shall I come over or should I just leave you there?’

Panic came over Tom. What if she did? Then a thought crossed his mind, there was no key with the handcuffs! He hadn’t thought of that! He let his horniness take over his mind. Another text came through;

‘ I have a secret to tell you Tom’

Tom waited with bated breath. His heart racing. But his cock was still hard.

‘This isn’t your girlfriend. This is her dad’

‘Fuck!’ Tom said out loud.

‘ I know what you’ve been up to Tom. You’ve been cheating on my daughter with that slapper from the kebab shop.’

Tom started struggling against the cuffs. Panic had set in. Another text…

‘ no one takes my daughter for granted. I am going to teach you a lesson’

Tom continues struggling. Should he shout for help? It’s going to be embarrassing to have some stranger see him like this. But what choice does he have? He decided to shout.

‘Help! Someone help!’

He then saw a silhouette in the distance.

‘Hey! Hey help me! Oi mate’

The figure started approaching Tom. It was too dark to see his face. The figure got closer.

‘Fuck sake mate hurry up’

The figure was now entering the bushes. Then Tom saw who it was. It was Greg. His girlfriend’s dad!

‘Hello Tom’

‘Fuck you’

‘I’m gonna teach you a lesson’

‘Let me go you twat’

‘Cocky ain’t ya. Actually you do have a nice cock so I understand’

‘ fucking perv’

‘ oh Tom you have no idea. Sniff this for me mate’

Tom looked confused but then it made sense. Greg pulled out a rag from his back pocket and started shoving it in toms face. Tom struggled. The cuffs smashing against the tree in the struggle. Eventually Tom started to feel weaker and he knew it was over. Then he went into the darkness and was motionless. Greg stepped back and looked before him. An unconscious chav handcuffed to a tree with his trackies down to his ankles with his 9 inch cock out for everyone to see. Greg picked up toms phone and put it in his pocket. He then got his own phone out and started making a call.

‘ alright pal. Got one to join us. Can you come pick us up?’

A Couple of Hours Later 

Tom started to open his eyes. His head was pounding. His body ached. He was so confused. Then his ears started ringing. He could hear groans and muffled sounds. His eyes were still adjusting but he could make out 2 figures in front of him. His eyes adjusted some more that he could make out what was in front of him. It was 2 naked lads! Naked except some high top trainers. Toms eyes flung wide open at the sight. They were both stood up but bent over. There was some sort of iron bar that enclosed their wrists and necks. It was chained up to the ceiling that seemed so far up. Tom looked down and saw another metal bar between the lads legs, cuffing their ankles. They were completely helpless. He looked at their faces. Red ball gags in both of their mouths. They were screaming into their gags and looking straight at Tom. They had angry looks on their faces. They kept thrashing against their chains. Tom looked down again and saw another chain shackled to the floor beneath each of them. The chain led up to their cocks. Encompassing the shaft and balls. Confusingly to Tom they were both fully erect with huge erections. The confusion jolted Tom more awake when he realised he couldn’t move. He looked down. He tried to gulp. That’s when he realised he was ball gagged too. Realisation had set in. He was in exactly the same state as the 2 lads in front of him! He began to thrash too. Why was he hard as a rock as well? This is not horny! Fear and anger started taking over him. The building was a big disused warehouse and the sound of all 3 of their chains thrashing about filled the room, along with their muffled screams.

Suddenly a big iron door started to open. All 3 stopped their thrashing and turned towards the door. A big built man walked through dressed head to toe in leather. He walked in the middle of the 3 captured chavs.

‘Good evening chavs. You are probably wondering what’s going on’

All 3 nodded their heads, chains clanking with every nod.

‘ I’ll fill in the blanks. I’ll introduce you all. This is Tom, he’s a cheater. This is Jake he’s a drug dealer. This is Connor he’s a thief’

All 3 chavs looked at each other.

‘You’ve all been bad boys. I like bad boys. I use this warehouse to give boys like you purpose. I like to put you through your paces. Play a few games. Punish you. I also have friends that come over to use you’

The mysterious man saw the puzzled look on the chavs faces.

‘Use you as in rape you. You are my sex slaves. I can breed you and fuck you whenever I like’

The 3 chavs began thrashing at their chains again. The muffled screams were louder.

‘Thrashing won’t do any good. You’re never getting out of here. This is your life now. Endless sex slavery. No one has ever got out of here. You 3 will die in this place. How long that will be until that happens is up to you’

Daniel, John and Greg then walked into the room and stood behind the mysterious man.

Connor thrashed at his metal stockade.

Jake thrashed at his shackled ankles.

Tom screamed as loud as he could into his gag.

‘Connor, Jake and Tom; Welcome to the Chav games.’