SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Part 13

Every day, Daniel went to the unemployment exchange, trying to find work. Larry had to stay home, as his working days as a human were over for now. His life was now as a dog, and dogs stay and protect the home. Each day, Daniel would check the local paper for jobs, and go to 4 or 5 interviews. It was a daily ritual, but jobs were never given to him. The nights were spent with Larry, training him at the club under Scar's tutelage. Larry was very good. All commands had to be in a non-English language so the dog slave had to listen to sounds and hand movements to understand his master's wishes. Daniel had to use German commands to Larry. Larry had got the hand movements and commands down pat, but the voice commands were still not quite 100%, and brought swift retribution from Daniel with the cat-o-nine-tail. Larry's back and buttocks showed his pain, with welts and cuts all over, but he never complained. By the end of the first week, Larry had it all down pat. Perfection would only come with time and patience. Larry was to be a dog for at least 3 months. He had to live, eat, sleep and dream dogs. He was a dog. Daniel had to be strong, swift to punish and even swifter to praise. Daniel also had to support his dog in every way, and without a job, Daniel felt he was letting his dog down.

The first weekend at Psycho's, the guys decided to stay in their room. They had to conserve their dwindling cash, and even going to the club always cost money, as the had to take a taxi to and from, as dog slaves were not welcome on public transport, especially naked. Psycho did not exaggerate the noise of his parties. Music was full blast ska music, shrieking and hollering was constant, and guys spewing up in the toilet or on the stairs went on all night. The house stank of beer, spew, urine and shit. Psycho was also into the scat scene. They lay on the bed; Larry curled up into Daniel's body for warmth, as the nights were getting cooler. Being late September, autumn was close by. Daniel normally fucked Larry at least once each night sometimes twice, but tonight, he just wanted to lie quietly and hold Larry close, feel his body near him and stroke his head and upper torso. He had such beautiful tight smooth skin, warm to the touch, even though he was naked in the cool room. Larry was asleep, little whimpers coming from his snout, his paws moving slightly as if running in his dreams. Daniel smiled, and wondered how he had ever lived without him before they had met. They had both rung their families, and told them they were living in London, and that they were both living together in a gay relationship. Larry's parents took it philosophically, suspecting their son to be gay many months before. Daniels mother cried, and his father told him never to show his face in the town again, or he would have him beaten to a pulp, and Daniel knew he could do it too. His father was still a skin, and his squad, although mostly younger guys, would carry out his wishes without question.

The second weekend came, and Psycho had another party, same noise, same people, same mess. Sunday morning was always difficult. The revellers from the night before were strewn throughout the house. Daniel had to negotiate the bodies to answer the phone in the hall down stairs. It was for him, an answer to one of his many job applications. He was to be at the address given at 8am the next day, and "Be ready for work." Daniel was so elated, he forgot to ask what the work was, so was not prepared for what he found when he arrived the next morning. The address was in Sperries Lane, and the number was 27. Daniel had not put 2 and 2 together and come up with "RubAdub". The door was locked, so he knocked. Being frosted glass; Daniel did not see who was opening the door when finally someone heard his knocks. The person opening the door was Scar. "Come in, lock the door behind you. Had breakfast?" Daniel said he had not, so Scar offered him a slice of toast and a mug of tea. "I don't remember applying for a job here?" Daniel said looking rather stunned to be in the sex shop. "You did, but not here. You were interviewed at an employment agency last Thursday. They knew what I wanted, but I could not advertise exactly what I wanted, so I left it to them to find the right person for me. You were the only applicant who could comfortably work with my guys. Being gay and into fetishes, you will not blush or balk at the requests we get here. Your mind must be open to all types of customers with all types of needs. Your training with me has showed you to be a quick learner and someone open to new ideas. I like that in my staff. You will do well." "I didn't know what I had to wear, as I only have skin gear. What do you want, only I really do not want to wear anything other than my skinhead uniform." Scar smiled. "Spoken like a true skinhead. Come with me lad, this store has 4 floors. 3 upstairs and 1 down stairs." They went up to the 1st floor. Here there was a display of rubber. Every conceivable thing you could ever want in rubber, from diving suits to gas masks, to solid rubber dildos and butt plugs. The 2nd floor was full of armour, medieval armoury and weapons, chain mail and suits of armour. But the 3rd was where he would be working. "This will be your domain lad. You will run this floor by yourself, with a young skin coming in on the weekend to help you out." Daniel was in awe. The whole floor was a skin's paradise. It was a skinhead shop. Boots, bleachers, army camo pants, singlets, T's, braces, MA1's. The list went on. Nothing had been missed. They went next to the lower ground floor. This was known as the dungeon, and for good reason. It had been done out as an old castle dungeon jail. Chains hung from the walls and ceiling, there were torture racks, stocks, whips, leg irons, ball and chains. Every form of confinement down to cages and confinement cages with steel spikes to stop movement was up for sale. From Scar's facial expressions, this was his favourite sales floor.

"You will work on the 3rd floor. It is new, and sales are slow at present, but we expect them to lift as more skins hear about it. Our web site has been updated to include the skin gear, so web sales should help keep you busy. During the day, I often get special customers in to purchase special products. I will want you to model them for them. It will be clothing as well as the dungeon equipment. That will mean you will be chained, locked in the cages etc. There may be the odd occasion when they may want to try out more than the usual, so be prepared. It is not often they get the chance to get a good-looking youth naked and chained or immobile, ripe for the picking, and their hormones get the better of them. They will pay dearly for it, and you will get your share. Any objections?" Daniel knew what he meant. Some old fart wanting to fuck him while locked in the stocks. If it meant more cash, well he needed that, so he agreed. "Ok with me, when do you want me to start?" Scar moved towards the stairs. "You have dear boy. Your hours are 8am to 6pm daily, and 8am to midday on Saturday. You will be paid £400 per week clear in the hand. Any extra favours will be £50 per time. I have a special client coming in at ten. He wants to see the new cage I have just got in. I want you naked in that cage, with chains. Josh will get you set up. Be down here at 9.40 to get ready." With that said, Scar went back up stairs to finish his tea and toast. Daniel joined him.

It was just before 9.40 when Daniel arrived in the dungeon. Josh was dressed in his leather, but this time had on a slave masters harness, leather chaps with nothing covering his cock or ass. His cock had a cock ring on, and his cock was rock hard. He also wore a leather cap, and leather 10-hole work boots with thick heavy cleated soles. Daniel undressed, and stood naked in front of Josh. He even took off his boots. Josh proceeded to place on a steel collar, which was attached to a spreader bar for the arms, with cuff rings at the end. A chain fell off the collar, and attached to a metal ring, which fitted around his waist, and extended to his ankles. His legs were also placed in a spreader bar with ankle cuffs, and the chain then padlocked to the centre of the bar. He could not move, and felt like he would loose his balance. He was than moved slowly with help to an upright steel cage, with barely enough room for him to fit. The bars did not allow him to move or bend, but squeezed him in. The door was on the side, so he had to slide in. Josh then padlocked the arm and leg cuffs to the cage bars, as well as the waist ring and the neck collar. Daniel was totally immobile. Josh then leaned into the cage and slipped a leather hood over his head. "You must not see who the client is. Even I am not allowed to see his face. He too will be wearing a hood. Only Scar knows who the client is."

The client was late. Immobility was tiring, and I became drowsy, and fell asleep. Josh woke me with the crack of a whip on the cage bars, just catching me as the whip curled around one of the bars. It stung. "Sleep is for the innocent. You are guilty and therefore must be punished." Josh's voice was strong and harsh. "20 lashes for the criminal." Josh proceeded to lash the cage, each lash would be felt across my back in some small way, and after 20 lashes, my back was red raw and felt like it had been sliced and diced, which it had. I could hear shuffling close by, then a pair of hands, warm and soft, started to fondle me, caress my back and buttocks. A finger started to probe my ass, then 2 then 3. I felt something greasy being forced up my ass and around my anal area, and then my whole ass became a mass of fire and pain. I was being fisted through the bars. The fist felt like a grape fruit was being shoved up my ass, covered with spines. This feeling stayed with me until the fist was fully in, and my anal muscles started to relax and grip the wrist of my defiler. The hand inside me started to feel my lower bowl and stroked my sexual, sensual areas of my prostate. I was instantly hard, and the more he stroked the more I wanted to come. I blew my load quickly, and where I know not, I just had to cumm. I could feel the fist moving inside me, then being withdrawn slowly, and finally out of my anal passage, but no sooner was this fist out of me, than a cock was forced quickly into me before my sphincter closed up. This cock was huge. It filled my anal passage almost as much as the fist, and I could feel the hot breath of the fucker on my stinging back. His body, although separated by steel bars, often touched me, and his warmth was wonderful. Who ever it was, knew how to satisfy a man, his stokes were long and smooth, filling me one moment, then withdrawing the next, only to push further into my body on the next push. His hands started to fondle my cock, and the harder he pushed the harder he held my cock, stroking me to his rhythm. He took a long time to cumm inside me, and brought me to cumm twice before himself. When done, he pulled out slowly, and then started to lick me all over. This was a new sensation for me, not knowing my buggerer, and being hooded throughout the sex.

The room went quiet, and it was a long time before Josh came back. "You were good Daniel. You look great in that cage, I want you before we take you out." With that, he started to probe my ass with his cock, and found I was easy to enter due to the previous sex, and entered me to pump me quickly and fill me once more with cumm. My ass was sore when I finally was released from the cage. My back hurt like hell, but the adrenaline was still pumping, and I was elated at the day's events. The ankle and wrist cuffs had cut in and left marks, and the steel collar had also left its mark. It was nearly 1pm before I was dressed ready for work again, so Scar sent me out for sandwiches. We closed the shop for lunch, and sat in the back office and talked about the day's happenings. Scar said he would add £50 extra into my pay packet this week for this morning's service. The cage, and all the restraints had been sold to the customer. A total sale of over £3000. I must admit, I never knew how expensive these items were, and how many people used them. My first day at work was a real eye opener. The skinhead floor had a couple of decent sales too, with a squad coming in to pick out a squad uniform and patches. With 12 members in the squad, my sales were over £2500 for the day. The skins were st8, but I did not care, they were great eye candy, and I think one guy saw me looking at the guys butts, because he winked at me, or at least I think he did. My gaydar is not fully developed yet, but I recon he was as gay as I was.

I had a lot to tell Larry when I got home. He will not believe me when I tell him whom I work for. I will let him be human for the rest of tonight, as a present for being such a good dog. I want him tonight desperately.

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