SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 4

Buster and Nisbo looked down at David who was sitting on the settee looking up at them.

"I'll do it. You two are right, I do want to be a skinhead. I wasn't sure when I came here but I am now. I want to be a skinhead just like you two. I want it more than anything, and I'm serious about it, I'm old enough to decide this myself. You said these thoughts won't go away and I know you're right. I've tried to make them go away but they won't. I thought I was too plain a guy to be a skinhead and all sorts, from the wrong background and so on....." Buster interrupted. "Are you sure of what you're sayin, Dave?"

"Yes, Buster, I am so totally sure." David began to calm down and was speaking a lot less fast. "I just never had the opportunity before and now I do knowing you two. I won't be able to do this myself though - and I want to do this right - I want to be a skinhead one hundred per cent, not a pretend one," he continued, "just tell me how I start."

"You sound fuckin good, but you gotta fuckin mean what you say, lad," said Buster, stifling a smile, trying to look deadly serious.

"I fuckin do, Buster, honest I do," swore David. The two skins laughed to hear the lad swear off his own bat for the first time.

"Good lad," said Buster. Turning to Nisbo he said, "do we believe him, Nisbo?"

"Well I fuckin do," confirmed the other. "You want to be our apprentice skinhead then, Dave?" he asked the young lad.

"Yes, I really really do,"said David, eagerly. He knew that Buster and Nisbo were taking him seriously. "What do I have to do?"

"Well we can get you lookin like a fuckin skin, if you let us. Just leave us to work you over, you reckon you're up to that?" asked Nisbo.

"Yep, I reckon I am, cos I've made up my mind now and I'm not changing it again," said David.

"You'll move in with us and we'll take care of ya, and you'll be a skinhead for as long as you live in this house. How does that sound?"

"REALLY? Move in here with you guys?? I'd have to ask my parents, but...."

"No, you don't ask your parents, you just do it."

"I'll do it, I'll move in." David was panting again. He was beside himself.

"Yep. But you'll look how we want you to look and behave like we want you to behave, you fuckin have to understand that," said Nisbo. Buster (who was still grinning to himself) chimed in, "yeah, Dave, you really will have no say in anything while we train you up. How do you feel about that?" "OK, I'm a bit scared but I still want to do it."

"Sure?" asked Nisbo.

"Yep."

Nisbo turned to Buster. "Enough chat, he's sure. We'll give him a haircut first, Buster, get the stuff."

"Get out of those boots, Dave, and get the rest of yer kit off.," ordered Nisbo as Buster disappeared out of the room.

"But I really like wearing them," began David. "You'll fuckin get to put em on again soon enough," countered Nisbo, who was rearraging a kitchen chair in front of the mirror propped up on another chair. "I trimmed my hair this evening before I came round here, Nisbo." Nisbo just grunted. "All fuckin well my lad, but you're a fuckin skinhead now, and we're goin to give you a fuckin proper skinhead haircut. Your first of many, boy."

David stood there in his underpants with his dick leaking, producing a big precum stain on his white pants. It gave the impression of someone younger than David's eighteen years. "Sit on that chair, Dave, and pull it forward so you can really see yourself in the mirror." David did as he was told, and was doing so as Buster came back into the room. He plugged in the set of clippers and left them on the floor by the mirror. David spied them nervously. "How short's it going to be?"

"Fuckin' short," said the other two in unison. Buster continued on, "I phoned Jimmy already, he was bored and he's comin straight round." "Great," said Nisbo, "great."

"Who's Jimmy?" asked David, looking up at the two skins.

"He's another mate of ours, he's comin to help you become a skinhead, Dave. He's often around here, you'll see a lot of him over the next few weeks," said Buster. Nisbo chimed in. "Yep, you fuckin will, Dave..."

"I'm looking forward to meeting him then," said David, obviously not knowing who or what Jimmy was. He'd find out soon enough. Nisbo began the instructions, "Right, Dave, you want to be a skinhead, and we're fuckin goin to give it to ya, Lad." He continued as he and Buster advanced towards the chair, one skin on each side. David looked up at both of them, from one to the other. "I'm givin you one last chance, lad, then no more," he said, "tell us again what you want, loudly and clearly, and how much you want it, and if you fuckin convince us, we'll do it."

David sat there in the chair in only his pre-cum stained underwear. He looked at himself in the mirror as he began, "I really want to do this. I've never thought this would happen to me, and I've really wanted to be a skinhead now for months. It's all I think about every day and every night, I dream about being part of a group of skinheads, real ones who are always skinheads and don't just dress up. I want it, I really do, I want you two guys to make me into a real one-hundred-percent-skinhead, so that I look like a real skinhead, and be like one too. I don't want to be a normal kid anymore, I really don't. I want to go through with this, please do it. I'll do anything to prove that I'm serious. Anything. Really I will...." David looked at them both pleadingly. He really wanted this, and the two skins were more than convinced.

There was silence. "Please...." More silence. Nisbo broke it. "Tell us again you'll do anything to prove you're serious."

"I'll do anything to prove I'm serious," repeated David, mantra-like.

"Say it again." Nisbo was dragging it out, making the lad practically beg.

"I'll do anything, anything you want, and go along with anything you say." Tears were beginning to form in David's eyes. He wondered if they were playing games with him. It was torture. More silence. Until Nisbo began again, bending down to speak softly into the lad's ear. "Tell Buster you want your head shaved completely bald."

David looked at him. Nisbo just raised his eyebrow. Slowly, the words came out.

"Buster, please shave my head bald."

"Ask him again, and mean it."

"Buster, please please shave me totally bald, I want my head shaved bald, completely all off."

Silence. Nisbo repositioned himself, and put his big hand at the bottom of the lad's neck and held David's head in place, nodding to Buster.

Buster slowly picked up the clippers from the floor. David couldn't move his head, such was the vice-like grip that Nisbo had on him, he couldn't look away from the mirror. "Now you keep your fuckin eyes wide open the whole fuckin time you're havin this done, understood?" menaced Nisbo. David managed a nodding movement. The click of the clippers made David jump.

Buster began in front of David's right ear and ran the bare clippers up the side of David's head. A wide band of skin appeared which made David gasp and his cock began to swell again. Nisbo pushed the lad's head forward slightly and released his grip slightly so Buster could shear up behind the ear, from the nape of the neck up to the crown, in one go. A cascade of short hair fell on David's bare shoulders making him let out an involuntary whimper. "Keep lookin at the mirror, lad," reminded Nisbo.

Buster continued to clipper the lad's head down, all the way round the back until he reached the front of his left ear. The two skins then changed position. Nisbo moved to the side and cupped David's chin in his hand, again forcing him to stare right at his reflection. The next bit would really change the lad's appearance. Buster moved behind the trainee and ran the clippers very slowly from forehead backwards, taking the hair down to stubble.

David thought he was finished once the zero crop had been done. How wrong he was. "Keep lookin at the mirror, boy. That was only stage one. You wanted it fuckin bald, didn't ya?" said Nisbo. Buster brought a smaller set of clippers out of his pocket, battery-operated ones that made a much higher pitched buzz when you turned them on.

"OK, lad, it's goin shorter." Buster turned the edger clippers on and repeated the process. Fine hairs flew everywhere as the skinhead buzzed off the lad's stubble. As this was being done, David was breathing more and more rapidly and by now, his dick was rock solid. So much was going on in his young head. And in his underwear. Nisbo guessed what was going to happen.

"You fuckin love this, don't ya, skinhead boy?" Quick nods of agreement from David. "Tell Buster you want him to take it as close as he can get it," whispered Nisbo into the lad's ear again.

"Buster, make me as smooth as possible, leave me totally bald, completely bald, shave me, Buster, shave me fuckin bald as anything," David managed to get out between panting for breath. The edgers had done their work. The minutest of stubble was all that was left. David stared at his reflection - he hardly recognised himself and they were still not done. Nisbo renewed his grip at the back of David's neck and pushed the lad right up to the mirror. Buster began rubbing the lad's sandpapery head vigorously with his tattooed hands. "Fuckin gotta admit, Lad, you look way fuckin better," as he rubbed and rubbed.

Nisbo whispered, "No goin back now........Skinhead!" Being referred to as a skinhead for the first time was too much for David. Without his cock even being touched, it was so engorged and ready for it, it shot wads of hot jizz sending the lad into waves of ecstasy. What David hadn't seen was that his cum went straight into Nisbo's other hand.

David fell back in the chair, exhausted.

"Enjoy that, Lad?" David managed a weak nod. "Good, because the best is yet to come."

Nisbo allowed David a few moments for his heartrate to subside a bit. "Sit up, Lad. Gotta finish the fuckin job off now." David sat up. Now that he had orgasmed, he wasn't so excited about having his head actually shaved, but what could he do. With one hand still on the back of the boy's neck, Nisbo brought his other hand, full of spunk, slowly up infront of David's face. "You produced a lovely big load, Dave," and with that he slowly spread the white sticky fluid from the top of the lad's forehead over the crown and down the back of his head. Buster advanced with a razor and a can of shaving foam.

"Ohhhh,..." began David as Buster started to rub the shaving foam into the lad's skull. As Buster began to take the shaving foam off again with the razor, David began to make the involuntary I-could-learn-to-love-this-experience noises again. Buster firstly shaved the lad's head from forehead backwards, leaving him with a male-pattern-baldness look made from shaving foam. Buster pushed the lad's head down onto his chest and held it there for some seconds before he began to pull the razor up the back of the boy's head, really leaving him bald. David felt his head being pulled this way and that as Buster worked to remove the shaving foam and the last vestiges of his stubble.

After what seemed like an age of having his head forced into his chest, David felt the hand going onto his forehead to pull his head up and he knew this was the first moment he would see himself completely bald. Was he ready for it? Could he handle it? He really didn't want to freak out in front of Nisbo and Buster.

Buster pulled the lad's head back up to face the mirror. David let out a gasp. "Oh my God, I'm really a skinhead now, aren't I?"

"This is just the start, my Lad," said Buster. David looked up at him. His gaze was interrupted by a new voice booming from the back of the room. "Come on Buster, do him like we did you. He still looks like a fuckin schoolboy, get him hard lookin," said the voice. David swung round in the chair to see two huge fat skinheads watching the scene. He'd no idea how long they'd been there, but they looked frightening. Well at least they would have in a different setting. They obviously approved of what was happening.

"Oi Charlie, Jimmy, didn't hear you come in. Was a bit busy," said Buster with a smile.

"Yeah so we see, if he's stayin here I want him lookin hard, now get his eyebrows taken off." Buster knew it wasn't a suggestion. It was an order. Charlie still managed to call the shots.

"No, Buster, please....," began David. Nisbo stood at the back of the chair and placed his hand on David's forehead and pulled it back, holding his head in place. Buster advanced with the Mach3 razor and slowly and agonisingly scraped away David's eyebrows.

Once the job had been done, Nisbo released his hold and David slowly brought his head forward to see his reflection. Again, another gasp. David was distinctly pale.

"Now I'm really stuck, Buster, what will my parents say?"

"What does it fuckin matter, mate? You're with us now. Anyway, mate, like I said, this is just the fuckin start of it," said Buster, bending down to put his face into David's. "Now the fun really starts. Jimmy, do your stuff!"

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