SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Part 14

Life was good in London. I had been working for Scar now for over 3 months, and Larry's dog training had been successfully completed. Larry was now out looking for a job himself, but always had to wear his dog uniform under his skinhead gear. Working in the skinhead clothing section of Scars store, allowed me to purchase clothing and other items in the store for _ price, so Larry had a new uniform to go job hunting. He still wore his chain harness, his chastity underwear and tail at all times, but was no longer required to wear the snout and muzzle. As for food, he had become very used to raw meat, and was very proficient in eating and devouring completely any bone placed before him. He loved to nibble on his dry food too, and often during the night, I hear him snacking. Larry is the complete dog slave at home. Even if I get home after him, he has placed on his snout and muzzle, and totally undressed, and is normally curled up asleep on the floor of his kennel. It was a pity there were no vacancies at Scars' store, as it would have been great to have worked with Larry too, and would have allowed him to be a dog for longer periods of the day. It took him 2 weeks to find a job. The employment agency found him a job with a concrete contractor as a labourer. Larry did not mind hard work. He wanted to stay in shape, and this job would help his upper torso to remain firm and muscular. The legs would get a great workout too, as he pushed and lifted the heavy wheelbarrows full of cement.

Larry started work on the 3rd week of January. The weather was bitterly cold, but he refused to wear a hat or heavy coat. "I will show my colours at all times." He said with pride. "Being a skinhead is not something you turn on and off as the weather changes. It is a life style 24/7. and must be lived to the full." Larry had become almost fanatical about being a skinhead. His dog training and skinhead training by Scar was intense, and Larry lapped it up with a vengeance. Scar was now training him as a skinhead and boot slave, with some bondage and S&M thrown in for good measure. It was ironic really. I was being fucked and raped, in bondage and used for S&M during the day while at work, and Larry was being trained in this at night by Scar, with me practicing it on him when we got home. All very bizarre, but somehow it suited us both. Larry loved his work with the concreters, working outside in all weathers, getting down right dirty and being a man amongst men. His skinhead clothes were starting to show the rigours of the job, so we decided to go shopping on the weekend if I could get the Saturday off from the shop.

Scar agreed, so come Saturday morning, after a late wakening, Larry jumped up onto the bed and started to nuzzle me. I knew what he wanted, and decided to play dumb. I patted him, scratched his tummy, and behind his ears, and generally ignored his sexual desires, until he barked and bit me on the arm. I then grabbed him from behind, wrestled him to the floor, and then started to probe his ass. He was ready, willing and able, and I was in him in no time. I stroked his cock gently while slowly pumping his ass, biting his neck and ears, licking him all over and pumping some more. I was so solid; I thought my cock would break. Larry cumm quickly, he must have been on the verge before I stroked him. I made my pleasure last much longer, savouring the sensual feeling of my cock inside Larry. His ass was like a silk purse, soft, slippery and sensual. He was the perfect slave for me. His torso was strong, and his legs like a steel vice, powerful and lean. His hands were rough from hard manual labour, but this in itself was a turn on for me, as I often still daydreamed of being fucked by working class youths in work clothes, and rough working class hands caressing my body all over. The mere thought of this caused me to cumm, and I collapsed onto Larry's back, my breathing hard and laboured, sweat pouring off me onto Larry and mixing with his own sweat. Neither of us used perfumed soap, nor any type of deodorants or colognes, so our bodies gave off a manly aroma, a smell of man and his sex. After a short while, we dressed for the day. Larry had 2 skinhead outfits, and both were dirty and in shocking state of repair. He dress in the one he had worn to work the day before, and we set off for the second hand shop and the army/navy store in the High St. We purchased 5 pairs of jeans, all washed out but not bleachers. We would have to do those ourselves. Boots were also easy to find at the army/navy store, with army combat steel caps being the best buy. We bought 2 pairs of the boots. They were 14 hole boots, but suitable for both skinhead and work use. A new MA1 bomber jacket was purchased, with the old one now being relegated for work use. White work socks and army T-Shirts were also bought, instead of Fred Perry's, and the outfit for work was almost complete, all that was missing now was braces. These could only be purchased at Scars place, so they headed off to the store.

As they entered the store, Josh saw them. "Scar has been trying to get you on the phone. He is in the office." Daniel and Larry went to the office. Scar was happy to see them. "Daniel I have been trying to phone you. I have a client coming in from Scotland tonight, and wants to leave early tomorrow, so tonight is the only time he can see the store. He wants to look at the armour and the bondage gear. Larry, can you help out too? I need a slave to serve food and drinks while he is here." Daniel and Larry looked at each other, and then Daniel said "Yeh, we were looking for an excuse to miss Psycho's party tonight. OK, what time, and what dress do you want us to get into when we get here?" Daniel knew the drill. Josh would be there to help him dress and get ready for the guest. Larry was to be in leather chaps, steel and leather slave harness, boots, and nothing more. His ass and cock were to be visible and accessible. Daniel was to be in the chain mail suit with leather accessories, no underwear, and the leather boots supplied with the outfit. No hoods or blindfolds would be required. This guest wanted to meet both Daniel and Larry, as he had heard good reports of them from friends.

The weight of the chain mail was surprising to Daniel. He knew it to be heavy, but when it was placed on him, his knees really buckled. It was cold on his skin, but slowly warmed to his body heat. The helmet was again heavy, with a bar down his nose for protection from swords. A sword and belt were placed on him, but he was left with no underwear except white work socks and long leather riding boots as worn in medieval times. Larry, on the other hand, wore the softest pair of leather chaps Daniel had ever felt, and the chain and leather slave harness really turned him on. The dog collar was forever on, and would never be removed while he remained Daniels dog slave, and Scar knew this, as he had been their mentor. Larry also wore his new boots and white work socks rolled over the top of the boots. Both josh and Scar were dressed in leather jeans, leather military style shirts, studded belts and ranger 14 hole steel cap boots. Scar also wore a leather peaked cap; after all he was captain of this ship.

The guest arrived on time with 2 bodyguards. He was a well-to-do banker from Edinburgh, gay, a collector of medieval armoury and armaments, medieval torture equipment and skinhead slaves. His bodyguards were 2 of the nastiest, ugliest skinheads I had ever seen. It was difficult to understand what any of them said, as their Scots brogue was strong. Scar seemed to be able to make out their wishes, and I was immediately led away by the 2 skins, and placed in the stocks. My feet were locked into cuffs at the ankles, and my arms into cuffs at the wrists. My head was firmly held in the wooden stock, and my ass was at an angle that facilitated a persons desire for rape. And rape was certainly on the Scots mind, as was flogging. It was several minutes before he emerged, dressed also in chain mail, and proceeded to flog me with the cat-o-nine-tails. The chain mail helped to cut down the pain, but the sting of the whip was still there. I was powerless to resist, and his flogging was merciless. When he was exhausted, he then proceeded to fondle me under the chain mail dress or skirt I was wearing. He knew he was arousing me, and I felt him rubbing his cock up and down my backside. He then rammed his cock up my ass, without any preliminary foreplay. His action was brutal and in keeping with rape. He was rough, and I felt my ass being ripped and felt the pain and force of his cock ramming home inside my body. I could not see what was happening, but I could hear a whip being used, and realised that he was being whipped himself by his skinhead bodyguards. This freak needed pain to get it up. He needed to inflict pain to get a rise, and needed pain himself to be able to cumm. And cumm he did, mixed with the blood from the split in my ass. When he had finished, he withdrew from my ass, and just walked off. Not a word, not a murmur. His bodyguards walked silently off with him, and about 10 minutes later, Scar and Josh with Larry came to let me out of the stocks.

I was hurting badly, and bleeding. My back although protected by the chain mail, was still cut in several places and red raw from the chain mail cutting into me from the pressure of the whip. I was a mess, and Scar apologised profusely. "I knew the bastard was into pain, but I did not think he would show it in that way Daniel, you must believe me, I really did not think he would do that to you." I could not speak. Larry was busy tending my wounds, and the treatment was as painful as the rape. "If it is any help to you Daniel, he bought the stock, and 2 sets of the chain mail. Over £4000. You will of course get your commission on that, and a little extra for your pain. Larry will also get a little something extra." I tried to smile, but only screamed, as Larry wiped my wounds with antiseptic. Scar suggested we stay the night in his spare room, and Larry helped me to walk up to the apartment on the sixth floor. This was the first time I had been in Scar's living quarters, and I was surprised to find it quite ordinary. I don't know what I expected, but it sure wasn't what I would expect my spinster aunt to have as a flat. It was so plain, so comfortable, so everyday boring; it actually took my breath away. The neat lounge room with a soft cosy settee, and the TV in the corner. Josh showed us to the spare bedroom. It was a normal pare room, with double bed, a single wardrobe, small wash stand, and a soft warm looking quilt in blue on the bed. Larry took the chain mail off me, and removed my boots and socks. Josh came back with a bowl of warm water, and placed it on the wash stand with a cloth and soap. "I only have a night shirt you can use. Is that ok?" Larry said it was fine, and Josh left and closed the door. Larry looked at me. "What's a night shirt?" I looked at Larry and burst into laughter, tears streaming down my face as the pain and laughter mixed. Larry too burst out in to a nervous giggle. My laughter turned to sobbing. My body was now really hurting, as the shock set in. The Scot had ripped me open. The wounds were severe, and Larry decided I should be seen too by a doctor. I was in too much pain to object, and Scar called an ambulance and I was take to St. Guys Hospital. I spent 4 days in hospital recovering from the ordeal, and 12 stitches to my ass later, returned home with Larry. As hard as Scar appeared, he was at my bedside every night after the shop closed, and arranged for a hire car to pick me up from the hospital when I was discharged. It was 2 months before I ventured to have sex again, or to do a full days work. The scars on my back became permanent reminders of that night.

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