SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Part 11

The three of them boarded the bus oblivious to the state of their faces and clothing. Blood was splattered all over them. The other passengers were horrified, and the conductor immediately went over to them. "You can't come on this bus like that. You look like butchers." Psycho stood up, his 6'2" solid frame dwarfing the conductor. "Fuck off idiot, and keep these fuckheads away from us, or we will add a bit more colour to our clobber, mainly yours." The conductor moved away to the front of the double decker bus, and talked to the driver through the small sliding window. The discussion was short and the driver closed the window, put the bus in gear, and eased the clutch out, and the bus was on its way. The conductor remained close to the driver, the passengers looking forward, not wanting to see the bloody sights behind. Psycho did not get his name for nothing, and as soon as the bus was moving, he flicked out his cock, and started to piss on Daniel and Larry. "You guys are a fucking mess, don't you ever wash behind your ears?" At first Daniel and Larry were taken aback, then without ceremony, pulled out their own cocks, and preceded to do likewise to Psycho and each other. The conductor started to protest, then thought better of it, and kept his mouth shut. He was very relieved when the 3 of them got off near the club, and preceded to try and clean up the wet seats as best he could.

They were wet, stank of urine, were still bleeding from numerous grazes and cuts, but were in high spirits when they entered the club. Psycho immediately praised his new renters for their fighting ability to his group of squadies, and bought a round of beers for them all. Psycho knew they had an appointment with Scar, named because of the scar across his right cheek. Psycho knew also, that to delay his renters would cause grief for them from Scar. Scar was disciplined, a master and expected his pupils to be as disciplined as himself. Psycho had once been a pupil of Scar, and if he feared anybody, Scar was the skin he feared the most. If Scar thought you could be a good skin master or skin slave, he would go out of his way to give you everything he had ever learnt. If he felt you were having him on, he would have you beaten, and possibly killed for wasting his precious time. Scar was the most powerful skin in the area of London, and the most respected by gay and st8 alike. Scar was one of the few who could walk into any squad room or patrol area and come out without a scratch. Any other skin would be beaten or taken prisoner, and used and abused by the squad in charge of the patrol area. They would not see daylight for up to 2 weeks, and would be beaten to a pulp. But the rules of never break any bones, was always observed for skins, others had to take their chances, most being crippled for life after the experience of this misjudgement.

Scar was in the upstairs meeting room, and the barman directed them up stairs. To go up without the barman was certain trouble, as police raids were common, and security was tight. Scar had over a dozen squadies between him and the barroom door. As they entered the room, Scar barked a command, "Strip Dog!" and Larry, although caught unawares, executed the demand quickly. "Take charge of your dog!" A chain and collar was flung at Daniel, which he just managed to catch. Daniel placed the collar on Larry, and attached the lead. "Leave your boots on dog, we don't want your claws scratching the floor. Give him his tail." With that, Scar threw over a tail with a butt plug at one end. "Your dog will wear that tail 24/7, and will only remove it to be fucked or to shit, and only when you remove it." Daniel did as he was told, and eased the butt plug into Larry. The tail was made of rubber, as was the butt plug. Larry whimpered slightly at first, as the plug was manoeuvred into his ass, but settled down and then lay at Daniels feet. "You must be able to control your dog totally. Commands must be one word, or one movement of the hand. Dogs have a limited intelligence, and must be made to obey. An intelligent dog is a troublesome dog, and must be destroyed. A dog does not make a sound unless his master allows it, and only enough to do the task required. A dog will eat only once a day, and only from his own bowl. He will be chained up when the master is sleeping, and will remain in his kennel till the master allows him to move. A dog does not have clothes, but will wear clothes when travelling in public only. When at home, clothes will be removed. A harness may be allowed in some circumstances at the masters' discretion. A dog will only eat dog food, and will have a bone once a week, which he will devour entirely, and will not be allowed to bury it for later. Scraps from the master's table may only be given on special occasions, and only meat. Raw meat will be fed to the dog 3 times weekly; dry food will be given on the other 4 nights. The dog will be washed and brushed weekly, with flea wash once a month. The master may dress the dog in leather, rubber or skin gear for his pleasure, but must remove it when his pleasure is complete." Daniel and Larry listened intently to these directions, trying to take it all in. This was a life style neither had contemplated, and both were starting to have second thoughts, but neither said anything. You will both now leave this room, and go to the bar. There you will mix with other masters and their dogs. You will go home tonight, you will think this over, and then return tomorrow night at 10pm. I want your decision as to wether you wish to continue training at that time." Daniel started to say something, but was cut off by Scar. "Go! Your training for tonight is finished. Tomorrow your training will really start. The decision is yours' alone Daniel. Dogs cannot talk, so therefore cannot help you in your decision." With that, Scar threw Daniel a muzzle. "Put this on. Place this padlock on the muzzle. I alone have the key, this is to make sure you make this decision with your own thoughts, and not with others." With that said, the door to the meeting room opened, and they were shown out and back to the bar.

Larry was still naked, with his tail and muzzle fitted. As they re-entered the bar, the room stilled, talking ceased, the clatter of glasses rang still. Then a huge Oi, Oi, Oi rang out, and all started to scream at the top of their lungs. All knew what was happening, and all knew that their support was desperately needed at this time. Psycho was the first to come over and hug Daniel, then kiss him full on the lips. "Welcome to our club little master," Daniel standing about 2" shorter than Psycho "Scar has accepted your application to join, and his decision tomorrow to train you, will give you a life time membership to the gay brotherhood. Rejoice, and buy me a fucking beer, in fact, you better buy us all a fucking beer, or we will all fuck your dog here and now." How Larry crawled on all fours down the stairs and over the beer soaked floor, I will never know, but he did, butt plug, muzzle and all, he just curled up at my feet, and stayed next to me all night till we were ready to leave. The rejoicing went on till the wee hours, and all over indulged in the warm dark fluid of life. Brawling broke out nearly every 30 mins or so, but was soon over, with all parties drinking to each other. Beer flowed over the floor, mixed with urine, as the skins just couldn't be bothered going to the bathroom, or just could not walk there due to intoxication. Psycho finally decided that he had had enough, and at 3am, asked Daniel if he and his dog would share a taxi home with him, as the last bus left at midnight. Daniel agreed, and the 3 of them moved out to the street, Psycho and Daniel helping each other to walk, and Larry still naked on all fours. The Taxi driver had seen it all before, and did not blink an eyelid as Larry crawled into his cab. Psycho gave the driver the address, settled back in the cab and promptly fell asleep. Daniel had trouble rousing him when they got home, and after paying the driver, they all stumbled into the house, and to their respective beds.

Daniel collapsed onto the bed, the lead still in his hand. Larry stayed on the floor, curled up for warmth, and fell into a fitful sleep. He dreamt of a life as a dog, the pros and cons, chasing cats, fucking the bitch down the road, chomping on a bone he had just dug up out of the garden, savouring the rotting smell of the flesh on the bone. He dreamt of marking his territory, defending his home and garden area, his place in life. When he woke up, he realised he had a huge hard on. Yes, he wanted to be a dog slave. He wanted to be naked 24/7, to have a tail, to eat a bone, to eat raw flesh and to smell the other dogs' butts. He was a dog in all but looks, and time would change that. Yes he was a dog, and Daniel would make the right decision. He was a skin dog slave, but over all else, he was a skin. Daniel too dreamt of dogs. He dreamt of Larry as his dog, feeding him, playing with him, washing and brushing him, training him. He loved him, and he knew instinctively that Larry wanted him to say yes to Scar. He awoke with a hangover so huge, he thought he had been in another fight, and had had his head kicked in. He staggered to the sink, tripping over Larry in the process, then realising he still had the lead in his hand. He washed his face in the cold water, dried it on his Fred Perry, and looked down at Larry curled up on the floor. He decided to start the training straight away, even though his head was splitting. "Come." Daniel yanked the lead and moved towards the door. Larry jumped up on all fours, and followed him. Daniel led him out to the back garden. ""Piss dog." With that command, Larry cocked his leg, and pissed on a nearby tree. Larry desperately needed to shit, but the butt plug was still in his ass, and the muzzle stopped him from talking. He whimpered a little. Daniel heard the whimper, and looked at Larry. "Do you need to shit dog?" Larry whimpered again, so Daniel slowly removed the butt plug. Larry took some time before he was able to shit. This was a new thing for him, and was not comfortable in the position he was in, but he was desperate, and eventually he started to shit on the back yard grass. Not being proficient at this exercise, the shit landed mostly on his legs and feet, and Daniel felt sorry for Larry, but Larry just did his business, and then moved away slightly, and then scratched the soil like normal dogs. If he was going to be a dog, he had to accept the ritual of these actions and become proficient in them. Daniel found a cloth and a tap, and washed the shit off Larry, and replaced the butt plug. He took Larry upstairs, still naked from the night before. When the door was shut, he knelt on the floor, took Larry in his arms and hugged him tightly. "You will make a great dog Larry. You were born to be a dog. I will look after you with all the care I would take with a pedigree wolfhound. You will be my wolfhound Larry, my lover, protector, and my companion for life. If you are to be my wolfhound, you will be faithful to the training, and so will I. We go into this with our eyes open and our hearts full. I will support you in every way just like a real dog owner should." With these words spoken, Larry nuzzled into Daniel, and curled up next to him on the bed. Daniel knew then that this was the next step in their relationship.

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