SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 4

"Awww, go on, Nisbo, help the geezer up.....he can't get up by himself, can he?" said Charlie, half mocking Nisbo for being so uncaring. Nisbo grabbed Anthony by the lapels of his leather jacket and yanked him up to his feet. He pinned the poor (by now sweating) copper to the wall while the others took a good look at him. "Go on, lads, take a good long look. This is the copper that is here to save the town from the nasty skinhead yoof of today. Ain't that right, Copper Man?"

"I don't know what you're talkin' about guys, just let me go will ya?"

"Not fuckin likely, Ann-Toe-Nee..." growled Charlie right into Anthony's face. He got so close to realise that Charlie's breath stank of stale tobacco and his teeth were practically yellow. "See, we've known for fuckin' weeks that someone from your department was comin' to pay us a visit. We found out only yesterday it was gonna be you, you lucky lad."

"Please just let me go, please..." There was an urgency now in Anthony's voice, and he knew at that moment that the skins had the upper hand. "I'll do anything, just let me away from here - I only got to town today, and I don't really know anything about any of this..."

Anthony could speak no further because he was back on the ground. Nisbo had enough of his lying and gave Anthony a massive dig in the ribs with his clenched fist. "Too fuckin' right you'll do anything Ann-Toe-Nee," gnarled Nisbo, taking his cue from how Charlie pronounced Anthony's name. "Lads, go and get the van, Charlie and me, we'll make sure Ann-Toe-Nee doesn't write that nasty report about those nasty skinhead bad boys...."

The four skins cleared off quickly out into the street and left Nisbo and Charlie looking after their charge, who by now was really frightened about what was to happen next. What happened next though surprised even Anthony. Nisbo once again hauled him from the ground but this time turned him to face the wall and grabbed him from behind. Nisbo, despite his seemingly normal frame, turned Anthony round in an armlock with ease to face Charlie. Anthony could go nowhere with his arm in that position, he knew if he tried anything Nisbo would break at least his wrist. Charlie began to menace the poor forlorn junior detective. "You don't seem that frightened considerin' what we've got planned for you, my Lad. Does he Nisbo?" Nisbo agreed. "You ain't even pissed yourself yet, Ann-Toe-Nee". We gotta fix that.

Nisbo twisted Anthony's arm even further and brought the captive's other hand behind his back. Charlie reached forward and undid the buttons on Anthony's jeans, who had no inkling of what was coming next. He didn't have to wait long to find out. Charlie then started fiddling under his belly for his own trouserflies and soon whipped out his (surprisingly good-sized) dick and inserted it into the fly of Anthony's jeans. To do this Charlie had to "sandwich" the poor cop between himself and Nisbo. Anthony was sure that he felt a bulge coming from inside Nisbo's bleachers prodding at his arse. Charlie let go and warm piss started to flood down Anthony's legs, staining the jeans as it went. It did indeed look as if Anthony had pissed himself in fright.

"There. Now you look a bit more frightened. Much better" said Nisbo, not relaxing his grip.

"For God's sake, just let me go, I beg you. I won't tell anyone anything about this if you let me go now, please..."

"Oh fuck up, Ann-Toe-Nee, you're getting' on me nerves now, and you don't wanna do that," snarled Charlie. The van pulled up at the entrance to the alleyway and three of the skins got out to help get Anthony into the back of the van. Five of the skins bustled Anthony down the alleyway kicking and screaming. Between the five of them, they picked him up and flung him headfirst into the back of the van and there was nothing in there to break his fall. Four of the skins got in the back with the captive.

"Now on the way to your new hotel, we have to tell you a few things, Ann-Toe-Nee. And I'm goin' to talk, and you're goin to listen," began Charlie.

"You'll never get away with this, you bastards." Charlie and the three other skins roared with laughter. "Well, we're doin' a pretty good job so far, but no more interruptions, understood? Now, as I was sayin', there are a few things you need to know. Firstly, I'm in charge, and you ain't anymore. As I told ya earlier, we know much more about you and your life than you fuckin' think. Know that little girl that brings round your mail every day, the messenger girl in your office, well she's me cousin Nadine. And blood is thicker than water, Ann-Toe-Nee. She's been worth more to me and the lads than you'll ever fuckin' know for slippin' us a bit of info here and a tip-off there....that's how we know all about you, Ann-Toe-Nee, and your lovely little girlie back in London town. You'd better not speak out of turn, Ann-Toe-Nee, cos if you do, Rachel won't never see you again, get it?" Charlie paused to let the words sink in. He knew he was on to a good thing when Anthony's eyes started to water.

"Awww, he's cryin' like a fuckin' wimp. Who's the big tough London Copper now, then?" taunted Charlie. The other skins mocked him, pretending to bawl and cry. "See Ann-Toe-Nee, cos we think you're a threat to us, we need to make sure you don't suddenly go runnin' back to your bosses."

"Nah, don't kill me, please, don't hurt me, I beg you...." Anthony really was begging now - here he was being driven through an unknown town at nearly midnight, his ribs aching and his good jeans covered in another man's piss. He was accompanied by an ogre and three skinhead henchmen. He had every right to be scared, and every cause to plead for his life. He was clever enough to know that they could have wasted him had they wanted to, right there and then in the back of the van.

"No, no, no, no, no," said Charlie pretending to soothe the prisoner, "We've got much better things planned for you mate, we're goin' to send you back to your bosses, don't worry. Don't you worry, Ann-Toe-Nee, we'll look after you matey, it'll even get to be that you won't want to leave!" Anthony felt himself, inside at least, breathe a sigh of relief. How short-lived that would be. The van drew to a halt. "We're here!" shouted Nisbo from the front.

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