SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 1

How I was hypnotised into being a Skinhead Slave

My name is Wesley Macdonald. I'm a 27 year old skinhead. I'm tough looking and well built. I have been in prison for assault twice and take pride in the knowledge that I am a tough ex-con. I have five guys who follow me and enjoy boasting that they are mates of a tough former prison inmate. We go three nights a week, normally Wednesday, Friday and Saturday, to the Corrigan club in Wolverhampton. It's a tough club and not unusual for fights to break out.

About 60% of the guys are skinheads, 20% scallies, 15% army guys and the rest are bikers and construction guys. Even the bikers and construction workers are fairly tough and enjoy a fight.

In addition to my five guys I have four sub-boys, boot lickers and cock suckers, who jump whenever I flicked my finger. I bring my five mates and four subs on Saturdays to show to others that I have a gang.

I enjoy picking out young skins, scallies, army guys or bikers and humiliating them. I tend to go for guys who are alone or in pairs. With my mates we normally bully them into submission. The action also gives the other punters a laugh and it enhances my tough reputation.

One Wednesday night the Corrigan was quieter than normal. I looked around and saw a good looking guy in skinhead gear. I had never seen him in here before. Not the normal rough type for the Corrigan. More the "boy-next-door" type that the average guy takes home to see his mother. This good looking kid was going to be my victim tonight. I wanted him to lick my boots. I told two of my mates to corner the kid and bring him over here.

Within ten minutes they dragged him over to me. Not bad looking, about 22 or 23 years old. They forced him to his knees in front of me.

"Hi cunt. You're going to lick my boots, aren't you?" I said threateningly.

The kid was nervous and mumbled "No thanks. Perhaps some other time."

Pete, one of my men suddenly drew out a flick knife. Holding it to the kid's throat he said "I think you should say 'Yes, Sir.' Just so that you can to see your mummy and daddy tomorrow. They wouldn't like to see a bloody scar round their little boy's neck, would they?"

The kid looked at Pete's sneering face. Without an argument he dropped on his hands and knees and started licking my boots.

"What sort of fuck'n licking is that? Take the boot in your fuck'n hand and get your tongue round the curves." I growled.

This made him more nervous but he took the boot and his style improved. In fact by the third minute he was doing well. I told him to change to the other boot after five minutes. He did quite well on that one. I called a halt after licking it for five minutes.

"Hi, kid. How do you fancy being one of my official boot lickers? I can make sure you're safe here. Any bastard who threatens you, you just tell me and I'll get my boys to sort him out. They'll kick fuck out of the cunt. In return you let my boys fuck your arse any time they like." I said.

"No thanks." he said nervously in front of everyone.

Now that's not the answer I like to hear, but I had an alternative method of saying yes, or getting my revenge on a guy who says no. I decided on the latter.

I said to Fred, another of my gang "Take the kid to the bar and get him a drink. He might change his mind later. He's a good boot licker, a pity to lose him, and he's got a well shaped arse. He might want your cock up it."

Fred grabbed the kid's arm and led him to the bar. Fred knew exactly how to play it. He had done it before, be nice and tactful and sympathetic, Tell him that Pete appears like a bully but he'll protect any guy he likes, buy the guy a drink and when the guy isn't looking slip a drop of GHB drug into his drink. This would make the guy dazed and drunk, and unaware what was happening, then Fred and another of my men would "guide" the drugged guy out by the back door and into a van and back to my place for a gang bang.

Everything went like clockwork. The kid was too doped up to struggle as my boys guided him to the van and drove back to my place. The kid was tied to a bed until I arrived and we had our gang bang.

The little cunt had six cocks up his arse twice. That's fucked twelve times. I bet he will remember this night for a long time to come. Yes. A nice shaped arse, well worth a fuck. That will teach him not to say "no" to me again.

The little shit threatened to get his cousin to get revenge, however, before we let him go we warned him if he ever mentioned what had happened we would slit his throat. We forced some GHB mixed in some orange juice down his throat waited 10 minutes for it to take its effect and dropped him at the back of the Corrigan.

By now it was 5 a.m. and the Corrigan will be closed. If the cops picked him up they would think he had probably had too much to drink.

On Friday night I was in the Corrigan again. Only two of my five followers were with me when I walked in at 10.30 p.m. The other three had been at a party in London and would arrive about 2 a.m. I had sent a text message telling them to pick up more GHB for future use. The Corrigan remains open to 5 a.m. so there was the chance we might use some later tonight.

It was about 11 p.m. when a guy in skinhead gear came up to me and said he had heard about my drugging the young skinhead on Wednesday.

The guy was about 35 years old and wore tight faded blue jeans with yellow braces, black T-shirt, green bomber jacket and DM boots with yellow laces. He said he thought I had done a great job and said that he could get me another kid if I wanted. This kid loved licking boots and licking arses.

That sounded OK to me. We chatted for a few minutes and then he pointed out a guy in scally gear. The guy was slim, about 24 years old and wore a white trackie outfit showing off a well shaped arse.

"I dragged him into the back room and within two minutes he was licking my boots and ten minutes later he was licking my arse." he said.

The scally glanced in our direction. The skin gave him a nod and the scally walked along a rear passage.

"Let's follow him. He'll do anything you tell him." said the skin to me so I left my two mates chatting up some punks and followed the guy.

We walked along a passage leading to the rear and when we reached the end we turned a corner suddenly four guys pounced on me. I was taken completely by surprise as a chloroformed pad was pressed into my face and someone punched me in the stomach. I gasped, breathing in the fumes. I struggled and as I struggled I gasped breathing in more fumes. I was pinned tightly to the wall and unable to free myself. I felt myself get weaker and light headed, then everything went blank.

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