SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Part 10

The last day's filming was a repeat of parts of the previous 4 days, with golden showers, rubber, leather, working gear and bondage. Finally it was over. The director and Miriam were ecstatic with the material they had filmed. The guys did not know that the bedroom upstairs also had a hidden camera, and had added realism to the film. They were paid their money in cash, the porn industry being illicit, so cheques were not advisory. Miriam asked for a contact address or phone number so they could see the completed film before it went to the porn shops. Daniel said they would contact Miriam when they had a permanent location, and they both walked out of the studio, and into the street. This was the first time in 5 days they were alone without a camera watching their every move. It felt strange. Daniel had demanded that Larry be allowed to wear the skin outfit he had worn out at the gay club, and after much haggling, Miriam had agreed. Larry liked his new look, and Daniel was proud to have Larry at his side in his new skin gear. "Well Larry, where to now?" Larry looked at him, smiled, and said, "London master." Daniel smiled, rubbed Larry's shaven head and said, "Lets get the hell out of here, London here we come." They headed for the railway station, no luggage, no place to live, no jobs, but lots of love in both of them. They had money, although they knew they had to be careful with it, to make it last till they both had their lives sorted out. 3 hours later, they walked into the gay skin club they had been in a few nights earlier. It was quiet, as the usual crowd never arrived till after 10pm. It was still only 4 pm, so they went to the bar. While ordering drinks, Daniel asked if there was anywhere they could get lodgings for the night, that were skin friendly. The barman, also a skin, thought for a moment, then went to the phone near the end of the bar. After talking for a while, returned with a piece of paper. "Go here at 6pm, and ask for psycho." Daniel recognised the name from the masters at the club that night. Psycho had not been very talkative, but his slave dog had been the one who had attacked Larry. "Nowhere else you know of?" Daniel asked. "No, not too many places here like gay skins, so most gay skins kip up with others from the club. Psycho is ok once you get to know him. Just watch his temper when he has a couple of ales under him. Don't worry, he will treat you right." With that said, the bar tender moved off to serve another skin that had just entered. Daniel and Larry sat at the bar. With nowhere to go for 2 hours, this was good as any place to stay. "You were in here a couple of nights ago" The voice demanded an answer, and was directly behind them. Daniel had not noticed the other skin come over. "Yes" Said Daniel. "We were down from up north. Decided to come for a longer stay this time." Daniel wanted to make sure questions were few and far between. "Your dog needs more training. How long you had him?" The skin wanted answers, and Daniel was unsure of how far he should go. "Yeh, only had him a week, he has a lot to learn yet. Any pointers you can help me with?" The skin looked at him for a while. "Ok, be here tonight, 10pm. See the barman when you get here, he will let you know where I am. A dog needs to be properly trained, his master too. You're rather young to be a master m8, but I recon you have what it takes. What I saw of you and your dog the other night impressed me. You deserve to be taught by the best, and I am the best." The skin then walked away to the other end of the bar.

Daniel looked at Larry. "What do you think Larry? Do you think you can handle it?" Larry was all smiles. "More than you know Danny, I was getting off on it the other night. Man, what a turn on. Being a slave is more than I ever dreamed of. I knew I was lacking something, but until we did this film, I never understood what it was. Being subservient, under someone else's control, being bound, chained, flogged, made me feel like life was exploding right out of me. The adrenaline rush was enormous. I was on a high even when you spilt blood. Daniel, I am a slave, and always will be. You are my master; teach me to be a good slave. No, teach me to be the best slave. I love you."

They were both at Psycho's place at 6pm. It was a dingy 3 story Georgian detached house in the cheaper part of London. It had seen better days, and needed a good paint job. Psycho just grunted to them when he answered the door, and they followed him inside. The interior was no better than outside, with wallpaper peeling off the walls, and the paint yellowed and peeling off the high 11ft ceilings. They went into a room which used to be the parlour in the houses' glory days, and now furnished with wooden boxes, a couple of old car seats, a TV, and a stereo system in the corner. Psycho pointed to the seats, and suggested they sit. "How long you want to stay m8's?" He said in a gruff voice. "Always happy to help out a couple of brothers in arms." Daniel looked at Psycho, then at Larry. "We need to find a place of our own, and also to find a master to train off. We have left home and have nothing at the moment, but we will both find jobs. We will pay our way, you will not have to support us in any way." Daniel wanted to reassure Psycho that they would not bludge off him. "There is a room up the top floor I am trying to rent. Not much, but cheap. £100 per week for the 2 of you paid every Friday. No pay, and you are out. It has a small gas burner so you can cook, and an open fire. Supply your own coal, but for tonight, I will lend you some. Bathroom is on the second floor landing, and you share with us all. There are 10 other skins living here. Not all are gay, so be careful. They accept us, but don't push them. Any questions? Ok, keep the noise down, and keep visits of friends to a minimum. I have a party every Saturday night. If you do not want to join us, then I suggest you stay out for the night, as we are very boisterous." With that, he moved toward the door, looked back "Well, don't you want to see the room?" We both got up and followed him up stairs. The room was quite large, with a double bed, an old wooden wardrobe, an old solid arm settee, and a small table with 2 chairs. The floor was covered in lino, with a big rug near the settee, and 2 small rugs on either side of the bed. There was a small sink, and a shelf at sink height, with the single gas burner on it. There was also a toaster on the shelf. A small cupboard above the shelf completed the furnishings of the room. The room had one small window looking out to the back laneway and back yards of the houses behind. It was a wooden sash type, and looked like it had not been opened for some time. The open fire place looked like it also had not been used in a while, and Daniel made a mental note to check it out in the morning. Daniel said they would take the room, and paid Psycho £100 for 1 weeks rent in advance. At least they had a roof over their head, and a bed to sleep on. It gave them time to sort themselves out. It was Friday, and the weekend crowd would descend on the gay skin club around 10pm, for their weekend revelry. Daniel and Larry were excited at what lay ahead for them that night, their first night as a gay skinhead couple.

They both lay down on the bed, both looking up at the ceiling. "You know we can't go back now Larry, we have both committed ourselves to this life style now. Any regrets?" Larry did not hesitate to answer. "No, no regrets. I am excited at being open and gay. I am excited at being a gay skin slave. I want to learn all there is at being a slave, to serve you as a master. I want it so desperately." With this, Larry turned over towards Daniel, and started to undress him, firstly by unzipping his MA1, all the time kissing him on the neck and lips. The jacket off next was the braces, then the Fred Perry. Daniel being well built, was a muscular looking lad, and Larry could never get over the sight of this youth when bare chested. His cock just sprang to attention, bulging from his tight bleachers. Daniel, in the meantime, was getting all worked up by Larry's kissing and licking of his chest. His own cock was also busting out of his bleachers, and he grabbed Larry, unzipped his fly allowing his cock to have it's freedom, and forced Larry's mouth over the now solid cock's head. Larry needed no further encouragement, and started to slurp and lick Daniels cock with gusto. Then Daniel moved his body around, moving to the 69 position, unzipped Larry and proceeded to suck him off also. They came within seconds of each other, swallowing each other's cumm fully and without spilling a drop. Daniel found it sweet and salty at the same time, smooth, creamy, and pleasant. Daniel had never thought about sucking off guys, and had never had a 69er, but it had been so natural when he moved his body, it was like he had always done it. Being gay was fun and exciting. His life before he had met Larry was dull, boring and penniless. Now it was exciting, sexually fulfilling, he had love and was loved, and he had money in his pocket. He was still a skin, but he was a gay skin.

They fell asleep and it was 9pm when Larry woke. It was twilight, so he got up and woke Daniel. We had better get cleaned up. We are required at the club for our first training session at 10. Daniel wanted Larry again, but knew he had to move. He did not want to piss off any one on their first night in London. They went down to the bathroom on the second floor, and washed each other's genital areas, and splashed water on their faces. Larry went to wash under his armpits, but Daniel stopped him. Real skins do not need to wash their armpits. You must smell like a man to be a man. Never use perfumed soaps, just rinse and dry. Your body has it's own smell, and gay skins want that smell to be natural. All skins demand that. Be natural, be a skin. Larry was puzzled for a moment, then understood, and dried himself, zipped his bleachers up and tucked in his Fred Perry pulling the braces up and over to finish it all off. He looked in the small mirror, and was amazed at what he saw. It was the first time he had really seen himself as a skin, and he liked what he saw. He looked tough, like he could handle himself, which he could after growing up in Braeside. They went back to their room; Larry knelt on the floor, and started to lick Daniels boots. He had never done this before, and it actually turned him on. Daniel was caught off guard, and looked at Larry. "What the fuck are you doing?" Larry smiled and looked at him, tongue still out, "Cleaning your boots master." Daniel coloured up. "Well get about it, I'm late." With that, he waited while Larry finished both boots, then grabbed his flying jacket, and with Larry in tow, headed for the club.

Daniel felt proud, walking with Larry by his side. Larry looked good, and the both of them looked like skins out on the town, which they were. Unbeknown to them, they had been spotted by a group across the road, and they had started to follow them. The group were a roughhouse group of local layabouts, looking for trouble, and usually had no trouble finding it. There was 6 of them, dressed in dirty jeans, leather jackets or army jackets, heavy steel cap work boots, and had chains hanging from their pockets. Daniel was not aware of them until he was about to cross the road to the bus stop, and on seeing them, shouted to Larry to get ready to rumble. Daniel never ran from a fight, but he was not aware of how Larry would react, but should never have doubted his loyalty. The gang was on them in seconds, but had not expected Daniel and Larry to run at them, so the element of surprise was taken from them. Daniel let fly with both fists and legs, using his height and weight to overcome his opponents. Larry was no weakling either, and was well into the fray backing up Daniel, when he realised they had company. It was Psycho. Psycho had left the house just after them, and had seen the ambush in progress, and had leapt to help his brothers. The odds were better now, although they were still out numbered, but skins have no rules when they fight, and anything goes. The mouth is a good weapon, biting off ears and noses are common practice in skin rumbles, as is head butting your victim. Using your steel caps to good advantage with a well-placed kick to the testicles is the best weapon a skin has. It normally renders your opponent speechless and windless for several minutes, allowing you to finish him off with a head but, and several well placed kicks to the torso and head. Followed by a mere stumping or 2, and your opponent is down and out, if not dead. A skin knows, if you do not get your opponent on the ground within a few seconds of the fight starting, you could be the one on the ground, and god help you if you are. With 3 skins, and 6 gang members, Psycho and Danny knew they had to get the leaders on the ground fast. Larry too knew the rules of gang warfare, and went for the strongest members first, not the weakest, they would run when the strongest fell. And run they did, as Danny, Psycho and Larry got their men on the ground, and continued to kick the shit out of them. It was all over in about 3 minutes. The 3 gang members lay on the ground, blood pouring from the mouths, noses and ears, faces unrecognisable because of blood, and writhing in pain. They rest of the gang had run, leaving their leaders to survive the best they could. "The club awaits us lads," Psycho said jubilantly, "We need a drink to celebrate our victory." They all screamed out loud, and headed for the bus once more.

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