SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 3

Suddenly I heard a voice say "WAKE UP" and I opened my eyes. I was sitting on a wooden chair with arms. There were straps on the arms and legs of the chair but they were unbuckled. I looked around and saw several faces. I stopped at one of them. He was a good looking skinhead about 22 years old. Some instinct told me I was to obey him.

"That is your new master." said another older guy, "You will obey his every command. You will take pride in obeying his orders. You will protect him if he is threatened. You will address him as SIR. You will answer to the name Boy, is that understood, Boy?"

"Yes Sir." I said promptly. Although my master is the young skinhead another instinct told me the speaker was also a master. My new master said "Come here and receive your first order, Boy."

I rose from the chair, walked over to him and dropped on my knees. "I am at your command, Sir." I said.

I don't know why I said it but it appeared quite natural to me.

My master had a dog collar in his hand and fitted it round my neck. I noticed it had SLAVE BOY embossed in the leather. He then handed me a rasp (very rough) steel file saying "Your boots are too shiny for my slave. We are going to some place where slaves are scruffily dressed. Take this file and get the shine off them."

Without hesitation I took the rough file and started scraping the leather removing the shine until there wasn't a smooth surface on either boot.

"Enough." he said, "You may kiss my boots and get up. We are visiting several clubs. You will enjoy that. You will lick boots, ask guys to piss over you and ask others to fuck you. The more boots you lick the more you will enjoy yourself."

"Thank you, Sir. I will do my best to make your evening enjoyable and obey every order given to me."

I dropped on my knees and kissed my masters boots and rose again waiting my orders.

The other master said "I will be your supervisor and accompany your master. You will be filmed on a video camera. This is to check that you are obeying all your master's orders."

My master said "Before we go you will ask these gentlemen to piss over you and kneel in the middle of the floor."

I went to the centre of the floor, knelt with my hands clasped behind my back and said "Sirs, please piss over me."

Seconds later eight men circled me, took out their cocks and seconds later I was soaked in a shower of piss. When they had finished my master said "Thank them."

I said "Thank you for pissing over me, Sirs."

"Let's go, Boy. Follow me." said my master and walked towards a door. I jumped up and followed him aware that my bomber jacket, my shirt and my jeans were soaked in piss but I didn't complain. A slave never complains. We went outside and stopped at a small van. My master opened the rear door and ordered my to climb into the back. I was followed by the cameraman carrying the video camera. My master and the other master (Supervisor) stepped into the front. We drove through some streets and about 10 minutes later came to a warehouse type of building. The van engine stopped and the two masters got out.

My master opened the rear door and said "Out, Boy. This is a club called the Corrigan. Unless I say so, you will not recognise or acknowledge anyone in here. You will obey everything I say. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir." I said. Some instinct made me I wanted to please him. We walked into the club. I kept two steps behind my master to show respect. Several guys looked at us. Some smiled at first then their looks seem to change to puzzlement. I wonder why? Surely they recognise my master. He's young and handsome.

My thoughts were interrupted by my master snapping his fingers and saying loudly "Boy, come here."

I moved beside him waiting instructions.

"If anyone speaks to you without my prior arrangement you will tell them they must speak to your master first as you are not permitted to speak to shit like them. Is that understood, Boy?"

"Yes, Sir." I said.

My master was looking at three skinheads on the opposite side of the room. They appeared to catch his eye and some sign language was exchanged. He said to me "Go over to the three skinheads in filthy white jeans and green bomber jackets and ask permission to lick their boots. You will lick each boot for two minutes. That is approx four minutes per person. You will ask if they are satisfied and if they say yes they will let you drink their piss direct from their cocks. It is an honour to drink piss direct from a skinhead's cock in public."

"Yes, Sir." I said and headed for the three tough looking skinheads. If it was an honour to drink a skinhead's piss in public I was certainly keen to show my master I was a good slave.

The skinheads were dressed in scruffy DM boots, scruffy dirty white jeans smelling of stale piss and scruffy ripped green bomber jackets. I dropped on my knees in front of the first one and said "My master has instructed me to ask to lick your boots. If my licking is acceptable may I drink your piss direct from your cock?"

There were big grins on their faces and I saw them looking in my master's direction. "You can start with mine." said one in front of me and I set to work oblivious to onlookers. I was determined to make a good job of my licking and my tongue probed into all the curves as well as the top. I knew there were guys watching and I wanted to show everyone that I was a natural boot licker.

It was about 15 minutes later when I finished the last boot. By now my master was beside the group of scruffy skins.

"Did he do a good job?" asked my master.

"Good enough." said the guy who appeared to be the leader. "Open your mouth, Boy, and receive your reward."

I knelt, hands behind my back and mouth open as he piss directly into it. I did my best to swallow all the piss but some ran down my chin and my neck. When his piss was finished it was followed by the piss from the other two skins.

"What's the chance of getting our cocks up his arse?" said another of the scruffy skins.

"No bother." said my master, "I'm hoping to get about twenty cocks up his arse tonight. In fact, I'll be the first, then my two mates then you three. Let's go outside."

My master nodded to me saying "Outside, Boy."

I followed the group out and went to the van which was parked at a quiet section of the car park. "Bend over the bonnet of the van with legs wide apart." said my master as he took a sharp knife and ripped a tear along the seam of my jeans. I was to be fucked fully dressed. Within two minutes my master was fucking me. It felt great knowing that soon his juice would soon be inside my arse. Far too quickly he shot his juice. Always a moment to remember is when your master's juice shoots up your arse. This was followed by the other master, the cameraman and the three skinheads. While I was being fucked by the three filthy skinheads my master had gone into the club and later reappeared with four young skinheads about 20 to 22 years old.

They looked uneasily at me as if they were afraid. I heard my master say "Don't worry. He won't bite. This is your chance to get revenge on him humiliating you. You can fuck him or get him to lick your boots."

My master said to me "Boy, on your knees and kiss my boots."

Immediately I did as ordered, was on my knees and kissed his boots.

"You will ask these guys to fuck you. You will tell them it will be an honour to have their juice up your arse." said my master.

Still on my knees I turned to the four young skinheads and said "Please fuck me, Sirs. It would be an honour to have your juices up my arse, Sirs."

I was aware of a guy with a video camera filming me and I was determined to do all the correct things a slave should do.

"Bend over the van bonnet, Boy." ordered my master. I did as instructed and the four young skinheads, one after the other fucked me. When the last of the skinheads had fucked me my master said "We will all go inside and you will thank them in public for fucking them and then kiss their boots."

One minute later we were in the club and a group gather round curiously to see what was happening. My master said "On your knees and thank each guy for fucking you and kiss their boots."

I did as instructed, first to the three scruffy tough skinheads then the four younger skins. There were several guys sniggering. Why, I have no idea but I wasn't concerned. I was obeying orders.

Two tough looking skinheads in bleached jeans and black bomber jackets approached us and one said to me "Hey, Wesley. What the fuck's going on? You normally get these arseholes to lick your boots and you fuck them. What are you playing at?"

I remembered my master's earlier instructions not to speak to other. I said "If you want to speak to me you must first approach my master. I don't speak to shit like you."

They stared open mouthed at me and one of them was about to say something when one of the scruffy skinheads said "Fuck off and let the Slaveboy lick some more arses."

The two stared at me and backed off. They stood and stared at me.

"Boy." said my master, "tell these four guys in scally gear you will offer them your arse to fuck if they beat up these two guys who approached you a few seconds ago."

My master pointed to four tough guys in scally gear. Judging by the condition of their clothes they worked on a building site. I did as instructed, loud and clear enough for the two guys who called me Wesley to hear.

The four tough scallies chased the two out of the club and into the car park. My master and I ran outside to see them caught and get beaten up. "OK, guys. That's enough." said my master to the scallies. "These guys will never speak to him again."

Both guys had been punched in the guts, balls and punched in the chest and the eyes.

I was instructed to go over to the van, bend over the bonnet and be fucked by the four builders. After the last scally fucked me I followed my master into the club said to me "Tell everyone that you are a natural arse licker and cock sucker and if anyone wants his arse licked or a blow-job just come to your flat on 46 Brownwater Road and you will service them any time day or night. Or if they want to fuck that's OK. Tell them you love a thick cock up my arse."

I did as instructed in a loud voice. The responses were laughter and cheers. That pleased me as I noticed my Master with a wide grin on his face.

The Supervisor Master looked at his watch and said. "It is 1.40 a.m. Time we were out of here. The police will be here in a few minutes waiting for the guys with the drugs arriving at 2 a.m. Hopefully they will be arrested."

"OK." replied my master. To me he said "We are now going to the Piston Pusher Club, Boy. This is a real scruffy place with plenty of Hells Angels there who will enjoy getting their boots licked and get their cock up your arse." and I followed him, the other master and the cameraman into the van and we drove away from the Corrigan.

About ten minutes later we walked into a bar with about 60 guys in Hells Angels gear or greasy garage gear, i.e. greasy overalls, greasy jeans and shirts, greasy rigger boots.

"Anyone wanting his boots licked, then my slave here is available. He also loves a cock up his arse when he's finished licking boots." said my master.

For the next hour I licked boot after boot. About ten pairs. There were scruffy M/C boots, muddy M/C boots, scruffy DM boots, steel toe capped heavy work boots, greasy rigger boots. The rigger boots were the most difficult as they were coated in filthy grease but I did my best to clean them with my tongue. While I was licking some of the boots several Hells Angels came up to me and pissed over my head and on to the boots making them taste of a mixture of piss and grease.

"OK. Enough boot licking, Boy. Go over to that group of Angels in scruffy gear, drop on your knees and ask them politely to fuck you in the back room." said my master pointing to a group of five Hells Angels. The group were standing watching us. As instructed and filmed on video I went over to the group, dropped on my knees and said "My master has instructed me to ask you to fuck me in the back room. I would regard it an honour to have your cocks up my arse, Sirs"

My master and the other master spoke to someone, presumably a staff member. We were instructed to follow him and we walked along a corridor to a door which the staff member opened and we all walked into a room less than 4M square (about 12ft square). There was a St Andrews Cross with wrist and ankle restraints against one wall, a cage about 1M square (about 40" square) at one corner, a sling in the middle of the room and just beside it was a wide bench. I was ordered to bend over the bench and my neck rested on a curved piece of wood. Another curved piece of wood was bolted on top and there was no way I could escape, not that I wanted to. After all, my instructions were to be fucked and I always follow instructions.

My legs were pulled wide apart and I felt my ankles secured to the bench legs. My arms were pulled to the sides and my wrists secured. My master said "You will be fucked by the five Angels followed by the cameraman, the other master and myself. After each one fucks you, he will come to the front and hold his cock for you to clean with your tongue and remove any juice and shit. When he is satisfied you will thank him for fucking you. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir." I said. Seconds later the first of eight cocks went up my arse. When the first Hells Angel had shot his juice he presented his cock to my mouth and I cleaned it of juice and shit. As he put his cock back in his jeans I said "Thank you for fucking me, Sir. It has been an honour to have your cock up my arse."

I repeated the statement after I had cleaned the cocks of everyone including my master.

I was released from the bench and followed my master into the main room of the club again. My master pointed to five guys watching us come in. They were dressed in filthy T-shirts, filthy rigger boots and greasy jeans ripped at the arse.

"Go over to those five guys in greasy jeans. Stop in front of the one in the greasy yellow T-shirt, kiss his crotch and ask to lick the arses of him and his mates. You will take three minutes for each man. After you have licked each arse you will thank the guy for the honour of licking his arse."

I went over to the five guys. Their clothes were filthy and stinking with diesel oil. I dropped on my knees in front of one guy wearing filthy white jeans, filthy yellow T-shirt and rigger boots with the steel toe caps showing through the worn leather soles. I kissed his crotch and said "My master has ordered me to ask permission to lick your arse. May I have that honour, Sir?"

They must have been happy to agree because wide grins appeared on each face.

The first one said "Follow me to the rimming stool."

I followed him to a rimming stool in the corner and slid under it. He sat down exposing the rip in his filthy jeans and the crack of his arse hole only about an inch from my face. I set to work with my tongue removing shit and then probing the crack as far in as I could go. While I was doing this, I felt myself getting wet at my own crotch and my chest. No doubt someone was pissing over me but I continued with my tongue work determined to make a good job of my arse licking in front of everyone.

About three minutes later I heard the voice of my master say. "OK. Next", and the first guy rose.

He was replaced by the second guy and at three minute intervals until all five arses were licked. All the time there were about fifteen onlookers and I was filmed by the cameraman.

My master told me to get up and go over the guys again and kiss their crotch once more and thank them for letting you lick their arses. I followed the instructions, kneeling, kissing their crotches and thanking them. I must have done a good job for there were cheers and laughs. When I finished I stood beside my master waiting further instruction.

My master then ordered me to repeat the same offer I had made in the Corrigan, that if they came to Brownwater Road they could get their arse licked, get a blow-job or they could fuck me.

I did as instructed and there were more cheers. Obviously I was a popular slave and that pleased me.

A bell rang and a voice said "The club closes in fifteen minutes. Please drink up and get ready to leave.

The supervisor master looked at his watch and said "I think we have had a very successful evening. Let's finish it off at the Boy's flat." and within minutes we were in the van speeding along a road until we stopped at a block of flats and I was ordered inside one flat and told to lie in a bed. Seconds later the supervisor master produced a hypodermic syringe and plunged it into my thigh. Within seconds I fell asleep.

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