Tag: skinhead

“See Kit? It don’t hurt so bad anymore, does it?”

“Nah, Jimmy. That…that feels real good. Can…Can I jack my cock Jimmy? I’m real horny, ‘n I don’t know what your hand keeps hitting but…but fuck…”

“That? That’s yer loveknot–every pig like you has one. Now keep that arm still. Damn you look good with your hair cut like that Kit. Like a right punk–a nasty, trashy skin.”

“Oh god Jimmy, don’t stop–that feels so good…”

“Not as good as that needle feels I bet. It still hurts right, but it’s a good kinda hurt, like what we’ve been talkin’ about. The good kind of hurt that makes your cock hard and your ass hungry, ain’t that right?”

“Gettin’…Gettin’ close Jimmy…can, can I cum, sir? Please?”

“Edge it Kit. Edge it, ride that cusp. It hurts, don’t it? But you crave that even more, or you will soon. Don’t worry, we’re gonna get all new gear for you, get you pierced, all dressed up in rubber with your cock locked up. A right and proper skinpig, just like you wanted. I can’t wait.”

Hot damn, did I do a number on this pig’s head; it’s a fucking mess. I don’t know any gang in the city who would want something like this for a bitch. I usually try to start with the sharpest guys I can find–graduate students, young hot shot bankers, those sorts–because the drugs really do a number on their thinking abilities. It was the same with this one, he sure seemed sharp, but after his treatments he can barely walk, his mouth is always gaping open, drool leaking down his chin, he doesn’t even obey orders. I think the only words he really understands are ‘cock’ and ‘boot’. 

Well, he is kind of cute though, and he does seem taken with me. Maybe I’ll keep him for myself. I don’t think he’ll be able to manage being more than a dog, but hey, it might be kind of fun walking him down the street in pup gear to the clubs. Wait, did he…oh god damn it! First things first, though, we’re going to have to get this skinpup fucking housebroken. Looks like I have my work cut out for me.

Ethics? Why should I care about ethics? I’m a scientist, and what I have done here is genius, a solution to a grave problem we all face. We are awash with criminals–our prisons filling up, and those who are released often return within months. I have only sought to find a way to make the world a safer place for the rest of us.

What is a man, really, beyond an animal? These men–these beasts–have already signaled that they have disregarded their higher human faculties. They have no desire to create, or love, or respect one another. I have simply forced them to become that which they already are.

Animalization is the solution. Sure, it might be painful, but they have no memory of it after the operation. My dog Bruiser was frolicking about the yard in days. Sure, he required a fair amount of training, but where before there was only a vicious skinhead–who I should mention, murdered by husband in cold blood–there was now a pet completely loyal to me. 

Sentence me as you will, but I will never believe that what I did was wrong. These men are monsters–beasts. I say we treat them that way.

Source: leepup