SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 9

The skins took the first bus they could get from David's neighbourhood into the town centre. David was astounded at the reactions that the group got from the other occupants on the bus and from passers by as they walked from where they got off to the tattooists. People would pull their children away and would avoid eye contact, they would mutter disgust as the skinheads walked by. David even imagined he could hear one older lady say, "Look at that poor young one they've got with them, probably came from a broken home somewhere..."

His thoughts were interrupted by their arrival at Jimmy's. David could see the big skinhead tattooist through the front window. He instinctively put his hand up to his skull where the word SKINHEAD had been inked on. Jimmy motioned to them to come inside.

"Oi Lads, how's it goin, you didn't let the young fucker escape then, the poor bastard," said Jimmy jokingly, nodding over at David.

"Nah, he's fuckin one of us now," said Buster proudly putting his arm around the young lad, " just fuckin said his "byebyes" to his parents, ain't ya boy?"

"I fuckin have," said David, gulping slightly. "Aww fuck, you'll get over it lad, specially wiv these mental cases round ya, hehe," chuckled Jimmy, sensing the boy's discomfort. "Have they told ya yet?"

"Told me what?" asked David, puzzled. "Fuck me, you ain't told him yet??" Jimmy addressed the rest of the group.

"Told me what?" asked David again, panic starting to creep into his voice. "OK, young boy, into the chair wiv ya," said Jimmy with a smile, patting the seat of the padded tattooists chair, much like a barber would encourage a six-year-old prior to his short back and sides. "Told me what?" asked David again, looking pleadingly at Jimmy as he took his place in the chair.

"Told ya that today is METAL day!" said Jimmy convincingly. The look on David's face showed that they hadn't mentioned anything of the sort to him. David looked from one skin to the other, true enough, they all had metal bits where nature didn't intend them to be. Before he had time to reflect, Buster knelt down so his face was close to David's. "You did me fuckin proud back there boy, at yer old place, now we wanna show ya how proud we are of ya, we're goin to get you some metal, OK?"

David gulped and nodded, not sure if he should accept the "compliment" or not. But what choice did he have but go along? His head was tattooed already, his fingers and backs of his hands were done too. A ring or two wouldn't make much difference he thought. He nodded again, and proffered a weak, "Thanks, Buster."

"Over to you, Jimmy," was all Buster had to say.

"OK, Nisbo you on one side, you, Buster, on the other," began Jimmy. The two skins assumed the position. David couldn't help shifting his swelling dick in his bleachers. The thought of being guarded by these two skins was more than enough to send the blood rushing to his head, as it were.

So that young David couldn't fail to see what was going to happen to him, the first thing that Jimmy did after his young charge was safely in the chair, was to wheel an eye-level mirror over close so that the young lad could follow the action. He was, after all, the star of the show.

"How many you reckon?" asked Jimmy, obviously aiming the question at Buster. David didn't see that Jimmy was running his finger up and down his own ear indicating that Jimmy was going to start on the young lad's virgin ears. "Dunno, why don't ya just get started and we'll tell ya when to stop!" Everyone laughed except David.

"I don't mind two in one ear, Buster," piped up the young victim. "Who the fuck asked you, lad??" was the reply he got, "and don't ferget yer stayin wiv us rests on how fuckin filthy yer mouth is by the end of the fuckin day!"

"Oh fuck, I totally fuckin forgot, Buster," stammered David, "I really fuckin forgot."

The skins smiled to themselves as Jimmy put on a pair of rubber gloves and began swabbing David's left ear. "The bottom ones are goin to sting," he advised with the characteristic understatement of a tattooist, "I'm puttin heavier stuff in there than I really aught to." With a nod from Jimmy, Nisbo bent David's head towards him so the fat man could get a good aim at the lad's earlobe. After a quick spray of lignocaine, Jimmy plunged the piercing needle through and stopped. "This is where I'd normally stop," explained Jimmy to his captive audience. With that he plunged the needle forward again, opening up a larger hole in the young lad's earlobe. "AAAAAHHHHH," was all David could manage.

Jimmy turned to his trolley and picked up a sizeable stainless steel ring with a ball enclosure, about the size of a small curtain ring. Deftly, he thread it through the piercing needle, pushing the thing all the way through till it was embedded in the lad's earlobe. The young lad gasped as Nisbo guided his head round to face the mirror. "He needs another one same size on the other side, Buster, hold him." Buster immediately, took the lads head in his hand and forced him to look away from the mirror again to give Jimmy a better angle to pierce his right ear. Fat Jimmy was in his element. Not three minutes later the lad's head was equally weighted down on each side with two heavy earrings.

"Now give that six weeks and I'll put a fuckin heavier pair in for him," said Jimmy happily. Buster nodded approval. "Fuck," said a little meek voice.

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