SkinMarvin Gay Stories

Chapter | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 |

Chapter 10

David thought that was it. How wrong he was. "Right Nisbo, your turn again, turn the lad round," said Jimmy, very much in charge. Nisbo reached his hand across David's face and pulled his cheek in his own direction so that the left ear was better exposed again. "I think a few more fer fuckin luck, whaddya say, Buster?" "Go for it, James, go for it."

Slowly and methodically, Jimmy put five more rings into David's left ear, all reasonably close together, all equally spaced apart. The five ballbearings hung off the lads ear in a row. Six holes in one ear, in the space of twenty minutes. "Can't do anymore on that side, he's swellin a bit," said Jimmy, "gotta move on to the next bit."

"Septum!" shouted Charlie from the background. The elder statesman of the skins had taken a back seat in all the proceedings since they'd got to the tattooists. Inwardly he was beaming with pride at the good job that Buster was doing on the young lad.

"Septum it is!" said Jimmy, smiling over. On cue, Buster held the young lad's forehead back, tilting his nose in the air. David looked frightened and began to pull away. "Really, Buster, I can't fuckin get any more, my ear's throbbing," he pleaded. "Shut the fuck up son, do you wanna fuckin live with us or don't ya?" That was all the argument that was necessary. David leant his head back almost voluntarily.

Tears involuntarily ran down the lads cheeks as Jimmy pushed the piercing needle through the lad's septum. Most people have their septums started at 1.6mm. David's was started at 2.4mm. No wonder the tears ran down his face. Buster pushed the back of the lad's head towards the mirror so that he would have to look at his new appearance. The tattoo on the head was one thing, but all this metal in his face was another - the young lad was really starting to look freaky now. Two heavy rings pulled at his earlobes and one of his ears was ringed half way up with totally closed earrings. "What next," he thought to himself.

It wasn't too long before he found out.

"Right, lads, this is what you all been fuckin waitin for, strip him down to the waist, somebody," said Jimmy with a big menacing grin on his face. David went white. "No, Buster, please, I can't have any fuckin more done today, I'm fuckin sore," pleaded the lad.

Buster's answer to this was to come over and pull the lad's fred perry out of his bleachers and up over his head. Meekly David raised his hands in the air, much like a young child would do while being undressed by his mother.

Back in the chair, Jimmy inspected the lad's tits up close. No doubt about it now, they were to be next. To the delight of the others, and the embarrassment of the boy, Jimmy started to playfully pull them this way and that. Not enough to hurt the lad too much, but enough to make them stand out much further than they were before. David was concentrating so much on his tits, and worrying too much about how much it was going to hurt to notice his "plaster" on the back of his neck being changed. Buster figured the lad needed a nicotine rush to help him through his next ordeal.

"Hold him back in the chair, Buster," commanded Jimmy, as he put on a fresh pair of latex gloves, signalling to all the commencement of the operation. David felt a tingling sensation pass through him - little did he know it was coming from his "plaster" - which he put down to the excitement of the moment. He began to whimper, "Buster, will this hurt much?"

"Nah, not much anyway." Buster's answer left David less than reassured. "We goin' to fuckin do this with or without numbin the lad up?" Jimmy looked around at Nisbo and Charlie and looked up at Buster who had David by the shoulders pinning him back into the chair.

Charlies word from the back of the studio was final. "Without!"

David went to get up from the chair. "Come on, lad, it'll be over in a fuckin flash," reassured Buster. "Yeah, kid, do you want a roof over yer fuckin head tonight or don't ya?" added Nisbo. "Yeah, course I fuckin do, but what else do I fuckin have to get done to prove to you all I want to be one of you?" Jimmy told him the answer by loosening the fly buttons of the lad's bleachers. "Yer havin him done too, lad, then that'll be you for the day," said Jimmy, patting the lad between the legs before returning to the job at hand.

"Right, young fucker, hold still, this is only a fuckin felt tip pen to mark yer tits, so don't be fuckin jumpin just yet!" Jimmy marked the lads tits on either side with a purple spot. He made no further comments as he reached for the piercing needle. Again, the lad was going to be ringed at a gauge higher than normal. And through his tits, that would hurt more than even his septum.

Jimmy nodded to Buster who was behind the chair. Buster cupped the lads chin with his big hand and held the lads head up so he was looking up at the ceiling and not down at what was going on. Jimmy pulled the kid's left tit out with some forceps, and before the lad could do anything, pushed the piercing needle through. As he did, Buster clamped the lad's chin up to the rest of his face. "Mmmmmppphhhhh...." Jimmy then pushed the needle further to get it up to 2.4mm. Repeated muffled sounds from the patient. Buster let the lad go when he saw the ring in the lad's tit. "Fuckin hell roast you all," cried David. The lads laughed out loud, all of them, at the kid's outburst. "Aww, come on kid, look at what you got though - looks fuckin amazin!" said Nisbo trying to calm David down.

David saw the ring in his tit and tried to stifle the smile that came to his face, in spite of himself. "Yeah, told ya, now fuckin sit back again," said Nisbo, chuckling to himself. "OK, but I'm NOT getting my dick done, really I'm not," said David leaning back again of his own accord. "Please make it quick, Jimmy," pleaded the lad, clearly talking about the other tit and not his manhood. As a precaution, Buster held the lad's head in place again. A few minutes later, David had matching rings in his tits - he didn't cause so much fuss the second time, probably because he knew what to expect.

What he didn't see while his right tit was being spiked was that Charlie and Nisbo had come round one on each side of the chair. Of course, this was in preparation for David's last piercing of the session.

"OK, sport, you did fuckin well, lad, now for yer last one," said Jimmy looking up again. David went to get out of the chair. Three skinheads had another idea. Buster stayed where he was, and Charlie and Nisbo both pinned an arm and a leg each. David was going nowhere. Jimmy pulled the kid's bleachers down to expose his manhood, well, young-manhood in any case.

David's whole body, except the member in question, instantly stiffened up - he definitely (at least mentally) was not ready for what was about to happen. "Ooohhhh...," he began. Buster smiled down at him. "It's goin to fuckin happen wiv yer permission or wivout it lad, just sit back and try to fuckin relax will ya. You'd think we were goin to fuckin cut it off!" he joked. "Now there's an idea," said Jimmy laughing to himself as he drew back the lad's foreskin and swabbed up David's dickhead that was about to be changed forever.

"It'll be over in a minute or two boy, just you fuckin keep lookin straight ahead, don't want ya fuckin passin out," said Jimmy, holding up a circular barbell. "See this," he said with a huge grin, "well I'm about to fuckin put it through yer knob!" At that moment, he nodded to Nisbo who was gallantly manning the post behind the chair, and on cue the older skin cupped his big hand round David's mouth and held it shut at the same time forcing the young lad's bald head back into the leather of the chair. "Do it, Jimmy," encouraged Charlie.

Jimmy pushed the needle through the lads dick to a long drawn-out "YESSSSSS" from Buster and Nisbo, who both had to re-arrange their own pierced dicks in their camos as they watched what was happening to the young lad.

"You can look now, kid," said Jimmy as he removed his latex gloves. David gingerly looked down as he was released from the grasp of the two who were holding him in the chair. Tits and cock pierced. He sat up to get out of the chair. "Eh, no you don't lad," said Buster, "just you fuckin rest yerself a few minutes in that chair boy." Buster took out his packet of reds and lit one up and the others followed suit, now that the surgery was over.

David saw sense and relaxed back in the chair, his bleachers still round his ankles, held only in place by his 20 holers.

Buster pulled up a small stool and positioned it so he could sit close to David as he began to breathe easy again in the tattooists chair. "Well, lad," said Buster as he drew on his red, "you fuckin did well today, I can tell ya." Buster exhaled towards the young lad's mouth. "You know now you can't go back to bein a fuckin normal young lad anymore don't ya?" he asked as he took another drag and blew it purposefully towards David, watching his reaction.

David shrugged his shoulders. Buster noticed that he didn't pull away significantly when the smoke was being blown towards him. A good sign, he thought. "Yes well I'm really changed now, Buster, aren't I?"

"Yer fuckin startin to, lad, but you've a long fuckin way to go yet," affirmed Buster, "and now we gotta fuckin decide if you've sworn enough to let ya fuckin stay in our fuckin house lad." Buster emphasised each swear word "Whaddya reckon boys?" he asked looking up at Nisbo and Charlie.

"No fuckin way he hasn't," said Nisbo straight away. Before Charlie or Buster could say anything else David piped up, "I fuckin am trying my fuckin best Buster, I really fuckin am..."

"No use tryin to get a few more in now lad," said Charlie from behind, "you ain't done enough fuckin work durin the day for my likin".

"So he's out is he lads?" asked Buster into the air.

"Please no Buster, I've nowhere to go now, Buster, I'll fuckin do anything to get to stay with you and Charlie and Nisbo, ANYTHING!" David was panicking again.

"Anything?" asked Buster raising his eyebrow.

"YES, don't send me away now that you've fuckin changed my whole appearance, I really wanna be part of your fuckin house, Buster, please..." pleaded David. Buster looked up at the others and smiled. "Time for our lad here to progress a stage further, gentlemen," he announced as he took his pack of reds out of his pocket.

Chapter | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 |