SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 2

I woke up sitting in a chair with my wrist, elbows, ankles and neck secured to it. I was gagged and unable to speak. I struggled for about a minute but my bonds were secure. I looked around me. I was in some type of cellar. I saw about eight guys, four in skinhead gear, two in scally gear and two guys in army gear. Among them was the skinhead who had been chatting to me earlier. He must have organised my abduction. He had a clipboard in his hand. He must be the gang leader.

He saw that I had regained consciousness for he walked over with two other guys. He looked at me with a smug expression on his face.

"So our bully skinhead is awake." he said. "My name to you is HypnoMaster. I am a hypnotherapist. I help some people to stop smoking, help some to keep on strict diets and help other overcome the fear of flying.

In our spare time we help friends and others being bullied. We have had a complaint that you were bullying and forcing guys to have unwanted sex with you. We think it's about time you learned some humility.

You will be a slave for 6 to 8 hours to a normally passive skinhead. Some guys might describe him as a wimp. You will follow him, wearing a leather dog collar. You will address him as Sir and obey all orders given by him. He will order you to lick his boots and drink his piss. He will order you to lick other guys' boots and drink their piss. He will order you to approach guys and ask them to fuck you and after that you will get on your knees and thank them. You will be humiliated in front of others and you will not bat an eyelid."

I let out a muffled yell. At the same time I struggled with his bonds but they were secure. I let out a series of muffled curses. All the gang laughed at me.

"We removed your mobile phone and have sent a text message to your mates on their way back from London telling them before they go to the Corrigan to bring with them as many drugs as they could get and be at the door of the Corrigan at exactly 2 a.m.

We will phone the police telling them that three drug dealers are going into the Corrigan at exactly 2 a.m. and give a description of your mates. Hopefully they will be arrested for drug dealing."

I stared at him. I shook my head and let out another muffled yell. I struggled with my bonds but they were still secure. I was unsure if this guy was kidding or really trying to lay a trap for my mates.

"Bring in Dougie." said HypnoMaster. Seconds later a guy in skinhead gear walked in. He wore tight fitting faded blue jeans, a red checked shirt, yellow braces and Grinder boots with yellow laces. I recognised him as the skinhead I had humiliated on Wednesday night and then kidnapped and gang raped him.

HypnoMaster said to me "This is your new master. You will be his slave for as long as the hypnotic drug lasts, which should be up to 8 hours."

I wasn't going to be a slave to any little shit, especially a guy who looks like a wimp. I let out a muffled yell and struggled with my bonds but they were tight and I made no headway.

HypnoMaster turned to the little shit and said "What's the first thing you want your slave to do, Dougie? Make it something he hates."

"His boots are too highly polished compared with mine. He will take a rough file and scrape them so there is no shine on them at all." said the little arsehole with a grin. The others laughed and I let out another muffled yell. No way was I going to ruin my highly polished boots for this little shit. The minute I got free he was going to get down on his knees and lick them with his tongue and then I was going to fist the little bastard. I'll teach the little cunt who is a top man and who is a slave.

My thoughts were interrupted by the gang leader saying "Also you will ask guys to piss over you and to fuck you. That should be interesting." To another guy he said "Let him have the syringe." and seconds later the guy plunged a hypodermic syringe into my left thigh.

I felt it go in and five seconds later withdrawn. I let out another muffled yell. These guys would pay for this. My mates would beat the living hell out of them and I personally would stick ten syringes into that gang leader's arse.

"We'll come back in five minutes when you are under the influence of the hypnotic drug and then we will give you your orders. You won't remember what happened during the last 30 minutes. Before you wake you will be given instruction and when you wake you will carry out these instructions without hesitation."

I stared at the bastard then at the little skinhead. Suddenly I became worried. What if they did hypnotise me? Would I remember it? Would I do everything I was ordered. What about my highly polished boots. Supposing they take me into the Corrigan and make me lick boots and ask guys to fuck me. Me! A top man asking guys to fuck me.

I began to panic and struggle again as I heard a buzzing noise in my head and felt light headed. Lights started swinging around. I felt as if I was floating in the air then my mind went blank.

I could hear voices in the background talking to me and telling me something. I was unsure but it sounded like an order being repeated over and over again. Gradually the voices became more distinct. It was orders telling me to obey someone who would be my master. My master? Who was my Master? The instructions, to ask guys if I could lick their boots, to ask guys to fuck me, to ask guys to piss over me. The orders were repeated again and again and again.

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