SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 6

Buster told David to sit on the bottom few stairs of the staircase and he handed him a pair of what once were red football socks. David took them and noticed straight away that they were less than clean - stale foot sweat made the socks feel crusty and hard at the bottom, they'd been lying for weeks unused, but also unwashed. "Get them on first, mate," said Buster. David gave them a sniff, "Do you have a clean pair, Buster, these appear to be dirty," he asked.

"Listen mate, we fuckin LIKE dirty in this house, get them on, you'll be surprised how you fuckin get used to wearin them like that," replied Buster. "Yeah, get em on ya," said Charlie from behind, rejoining the scene.

David pulled on the socks, up to his knees and turned the tops down. Next he was given a pair of bleached jeans, again less than spotless. He noticed that there were dirt patches at the knees. He pulled them up over his legs and fastened them over his jockstrap. This was a good thing because again his dick was starting to engorge. "Can I see how these look, Buster?"

"You're fuckin enjoyin this, boy, ain't ya?" David just smiled up at Buster, and Charlie who was standing enjoying the scene. "Buster, put boots on him next, then let the lad see what we're fuckin doin to him," said Charlie.

Buster disappeared into the living room again and brought back the boots. "Get them on, Lad," he said as he handed them to David. The latter needed no encouragement this time. He began lacing them up, slowly bringing the boots together with the white laces, all the way up to the top. The only thing that worried him was that Buster and Charlie seemed to be plotting something for him at the end of the hallway, whispering fervishly to each other.

"I'm done," said the small voice.

"Let's take a look at ya then, Lad," said Charlie, "stand up." David stood for inspection, barechested, bleachers and 20 hole Rangers with white laces. Not to mention bald with no eyebrows and a sizeable scalp tattoo. Gone was the innocent young lad from a few hours before. "Yer not fuckin tight enough, Son, back on the stairs, let me show ya." Charlie knelt down and pulled the laces tight where they were gaping a bit, so as to give a perfect "ladder" effect. He also took them out of the top holes, leaving them empty.

"Is that how I should have done it, Charlie?"

"Nah, Son, you did it right to the top that was good, but we want to keep you in these fuckers for a bit, cos tomorrow you fuckin have to go back to yer parents house for a bit, and we fuckin want you in these boots when you're there, you hear me?"

David gulped. In all the euphoria of becoming a skinhead, Charlie had to remind him of his parents. "I don't think that's a good idea, Charlie, my folks are going to be so shocked as it is. Maybe I should wear my ordinary clothes tomorrow and break it to them gently about me being a skinhead."

"And how the fuck you goin to explain yer tattoo on yer head, Lad?"

"Dunno, I thought I'd get a baseball cap or something on the way home," said David unconvincingly.

Buster was the one who replied, "Listen, Dave, you're in it now, you wanted to be a fuckin Skinhead, and that's what you are goin to be. No fuckin baseball caps, no fuckin poncy student boy gear, understood?" David was shocked because it was the first time Buster had raised his voice. He nodded slowly and resignedly. "OK," said Charlie, "just as a precaution, you understand, me Lad...." Charlie bent down and slipped a small padlock through the top hole of each of David's boots, effectively sealing him into them. He then had David hitch up his bleachers so that Charlie could double down the football sock over the tops of the Rangers so the padlocks were out of sight. David knew they were there, though, that was the main thing. Next, Buster fixed a pair of white braces to the backs and front of the bleachers and pulled them up onto David's bare upper body. Buster adjusted them to make sure that they pulled the bleachers far up into David's crotch. He finished this particular job by running his hand over David's ass, pushing the bleachers into the crack. "Nice," was the only comment necessary.

David was finally given a black Fred Perry with yellow striping and an olive green bomber. They completed the look and the lad was brought in front of the full-length mirror for the first time. He couldn't believe it. He didn't recognise himself at all. "You like it, Son?" asked Charlie.

"Not half, Charlie, thanks, I don't believe it really. I look so different," said David, stating the obvious. "Yeah, and the more you fuckin get into all this the more you'll fuckin want it. I reckon we need to burn a few fuckin bridges with you, my boy." The way that Charlie emphasised the word "burn" made Buster know exactly what was coming next. "Kinda cold, ain't it, Buster, let's get a nice fire going..." said Charlie. Now Buster was sure.

"Right, Son, follow me." David followed Charlie back through the living room out into the yard at the back of the house. The evening air shocked him for the first time as it passed over his bald skull. Charlie handed back David's clothes that he'd arrived in to the young lad. "You don't need them no more, right?"

"Eh,.."

"Right, well put them down there against that wall and fuckin get yer arse back here when you do."

David did as he was told, not knowing where this was leading. Buster did though. He was having flashbacks a-gogo. "Right, Lad, time for another fuckin test, let's see how you prove yerself about how serious you are," began Charlie, "over in that corner there in that white cannister there's a load of paraffin.."

"No, Charlie, I couldn't, my parents bought me all those clothes and some of them are nearly new...." Buster came over and stood behind Dave and, reaching round, gagged him with his big skinhead hand. Charlie continued, "See I don't fuckin believe you, you ain't fuckin serious about this at all, all this is just wank fodder to you, Son, now fuckin prove me wrong. Get rid of yer poncy schoolboy crap. Get rid of it. Prove to us you wanna be part of our family...."

Nisbo had by now joined them and picked up the cannister of fuel and held it out to David. Another decision to be made for the lad. He made the right one - he slowly accepted the white canister of paraffin.

David doused his clothes in the liquid, encouraged by the others, "Yeah...that's it Son.....Do it, Dave.......Fuckin right, Lad...." He turned to see Charlie holding out a box of matches.

"You do it, Charlie," pleaded David. "Nah, nah, nah....here, take them, and fuckin get them burnt before I fuckin kick ya out onto the street." Put like that, David did as he was told, and watched mesmerised as his old image literally burned away before his very eyes. How was he going to explain this to the parents. That was what he was thinking, but also somehow, how this all felt so right. He looked down at what he was wearing. The braces were strange on his shoulders, and he thought the boots were way too big on his feet and remarked how the white laces drew attention to the boots straightaway. Black would be more inconspicuous. What was he thinking, even with black laces his bleachers were cut so short that he couldn't hide the 20-holers anyway. He was conscious too of the night air on his bald skull - and how where he had been tattooed was stinging. He was changed. Maybe that's why his dick was making a tentpole in his dirty jeans.

"Right Lad, let's get you to bed for the night, we've a long fuckin day ahead of us tomorrow," David heard Buster say from behind. The lad turned round and all three of the skins saw the bulge instantaneously.

"I reckon the lad's well pleased with our work, men, look at that fuckin tenter on him," said Nisbo. "Yeah, we should fuckin give him somethin to fuckin think about overnight, eh, Buster?" asked Charlie.

"I'm up for it," agreed Buster.

"I think I've done enough for tonight Buster, you've done a lot to me already," began David. "Don't worry, Lad, you're goin to like this next bit," reassured his mentor.

The three skins advanced on him and dragged him over into the darkest corner of the yard. It was chilly but as the three crowded round David he felt their body heat comfort him immensely. Nisbo and Charlie were on each side of him as Buster forced him back against the wall. Buster looked straight into the boy's eyes, not smiling, just intense and slowly advanced his lips on the lad's. David let it happen. He'd never been kissed by another man before, let alone such an object of his desire. Not two seconds later, Buster parted the young lad's lips with his rough tongue and began to explore David's mouth. David was initially shocked at how stale and smoky Buster's breath was. Initially abhorrent to him, he soon realised that it was stirring something in him and he gingerly advanced his tongue out towards Buster's mouth. He didn't even realise that Nisbo and Charlie had gotten hold of an arm each and had effectively immobilised him, so much bigger than he were they. David was rock hard in his jock underneath the bleachers.

"I like this, Buster....I like how your mouth tastes," panted David.

"Yeah? Well your's will be like that as well in good time too, bootboy," replied Buster. The other two nodded.

Buster took a step back and unzipped David's bomber, and slowly ran his hands over the young lad's chest, eventually stopping at both his nipples. He made sure that the braces were over each tit and began gently to snap them against the lad's nipples which were erect enough because of the cool night air and all the excitement he'd been having. "I want to cum, Buster, I can feel it..."

"Not on yer fuckin life yet, Lad, we gotta get ya all nice and warm for bed," replied Buster, warning him to hold back. To reinforce the point, Buster twisted the lad's tits nice and hard and held them. "You cum when I say, and not before, OK, Lad?" "Aaaaagggghhhh, yes, OK, Buster, let go, let go..."

Buster relaxed his grip. David's cock didn't get any softer though, despite the pain. A good sign, thought Buster.

"Oi, Nisbo, you want to warm him up a bit?" asked Buster, "Yeah, sure I fuckin do," said Nisbo eagerly. Buster and Nisbo swapped positions.

Nisbo advanced on David and began to kiss him again as Buster and Charlie continued to hold the boy in one position, arms up his back. David felt the buttons of his bleachers being plied open one by one. He continued to pant, wondering if Nisbo would allow him to take his dick out of the jock. That wasn't to be. Nisbo stopped kissing him once the bottom button had been popped open. "Right, mate, here goes. Hold him still, lads."

Nisbo thrust his crotch forward against David's and inserted his dick into David's bleachers. Slowly Nisbo let a stream of acrid piss fly at David's jockstrap and then purposefully down each of the young skin's legs. "Oooohhhhhh....." was all that David could manage, obviously loving every second of the treatment and this new sensation. "Please, I'm going to cum, please let me go so I can touch myself..." Nisbo's answer to this was to withdraw his dick, shake it off and tell Charlie it was his turn. Charlie and Nisbo changed places, so that Charlie could take over the "final shift".

Charlie assumed the position facing David. As Buster and Nisbo were both supporting the young lad against the wall, each still holding an arm in place behind the lad's back, Charlie spread the lad's legs apart by swiftly kicking the lad's boots with his own, one east, one west. He then advanced forward and reopened David's fly on his bleachers. The night air cooled the piss that Nisbo had deposited but that still didn't stop David's jock from bulging through as soon as Charlie undid the fly buttons. Charlie stood back and lit a cigarette.

David was transfixed by the huge Boss Skinhead in front of him as he drew in the smoke and exhaled it in his direction. After a short while, Charlie took a step forward and shoved his rough thumb into the lad's mouth, pulling the bottom lip down. As he held the lad's mouth open, he took another draw on his ciggie and exhaled purposefully at David's gaping gob. The latter coughed slightly. Charlie ran his thumb around the lad's teeth and gums and tongue. David could taste the cigarette almost, because Charlie virtually never had one out of his hand. Another exhale into David's open jaws. "Make sure you get him started on these tomorrow, Buster, he ain't stayin if he ain't a smoker..." Buster gave Charlie a smile and a nod. David raised what were his eyebrows at Charlie. "Better fuckin believe it, Son." Charlie returned to the business in hand.

He grabbed the back of David's bald skull with his free hand and forced two fingers into the youth's mouth. "Go on, suck em," said Charlie in a low voice. David began to suck for all he was worth. After what seemed like an age, Charlie removed his fingers from Dave's mouth and replaced them with his tongue, just licking David's mouth and lips and chin so it got all wet. David began to pant again - here he was surrounded by three big fuck-off skinheads and they were doing to him what he'd only dreamed of for the last several months. He never wanted this to end. His thoughts were interrupted by Charlies hand brushing underneath his jock-covered balls and probing his arse. "Mmmm," was all he could manage.

Charlie pushed his finger slowly and determinedly into David's hole and began to gently move it around, gently massaging the lad's prostate. "Aaaaaaa...."

"Don't fuckin think about cummin yet, BOY..." That was a warning. David was trying to wriggle free from Nisbo and Buster, who only held tighter. All David wanted to do was to stroke his cock so he could cum. Again his thoughts were interrupted by Charlie, this time putting the finger back into David's mouth for more lubrication. As the finger passed David's nose, he caught a whiff of his own scent and instinctively closed his mouth. "Open it, boy," snarled Charlie, "and suck like you fuckin did before." David knew not to disobey.

Charlie repeated the mouth to ass routine with his fingers several times until David was practically fucking himself on Charlie's finger for relief.

"OK, he's warmed up now, let's put him out of his misery," said Charlie. With that, he reached forward and freed David's cock from behind the jockstrap, and spitting on the palm of his hand, he rubbed the end of David's dick against the rough inside of his hand, all the time twisting and pulling the young lad's balls up and down. David shot a huge load into Charlie's palm with a huge sigh of relief.

Charlie quickly smeared the lad's cum over the boy's own cock and balls and pulled David's jock up into place over the wet stickiness. "Gotta get you a bit fuckin ripe down under Lad," he said with a chuckle. David leant back against the wall as Nisbo and Buster relaxed their grip of him. David had never had anything like that happen to him before even in his wildest dreams. He was exhausted.

"Now it must be our fuckin turn, Charlie," moaned Nisbo clutching his dick through his camo pants. "Yep, let's show the young fucker how real skins can shoot," affirmed Charlie. With that he whispered something into both their ears. A huge smile of approval spread over both the other skins faces. David could only look on as Charlie, Nisbo and Buster took out their dicks and as all three of them rolled on a condom.

"No, please, I'm exhausted and I have never been..." began David, pleadingly. "Don't worry yerself, Mate, we're not goin to fuck ya, not tonight anyway," laughed Nisbo, as he pushed David down into a sitting position at their boots. The three skins looked down on the young Lad, and began talkin about him as if he weren't there.

"Bet he's got a fuckin tight arse, Buster," "Fuck yeah, Charlie, you were right we gotta fuckin get him on the Reds," "We'll have a laugh watchin him at his folks house tomorrow," "Fuckin gotta get him more metal and ink," "Gotta get him on the piss too," and so it went on as the three of them wanked off as they stared down at him, simultaneously mouthing off about what they'd like to do to him and see him like. Almost simultaneously too, they each let out a groan signalling that they'd shot their loads that had been building up the whole evening.

"Right Lad," sighed Charlie, coming down from his high, "it's time for a night cap for you my Son, help you sleep." Charlie got behind David as he sat on the ground and pulled his head from behind upwards, level with the giant skin's balls. "Open wide," said Charlie as he forced the lad's jaws apart by pinching his cheeks sharply inwards.

Buster and Nisbo stepped forward with their condoms full of spunk and squeezed them into David's waiting, open mouth. He tried to resist but it was futile, Charlie had him too strong. "Swallow it Lad," whispered Charlie menacingly in his ear. Gulp, and it was gone.

David was then hauled up to his feet by the two skins. He thought that was it, but Charlie handed him his full condom. "Do it".

Despite all he'd been through that evening, David knew what he had to do. He looked Charlie straight in the eye, brought the condom to his mouth and squeezed the contents down his throat. A slight squirm was all that gave him away as the cum slid down his throat. There was silence.

Charlie broke the silence with a big smile. "Welcome Son," he said softly after a few moments, extending his hand, "to your new family."

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