SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Part 13

Scar called in many favours. He had friends and acquaintances in many fields: police, prison guards and prisoners were just a few. Being owner of the shop, he had dealt with all types, both gay and straight. He probed their minds for information on names and whereabouts of the six henchmen, and their leader. It was several weeks before he had located them all. They had been separated and spread all over the country to avoid repercussions. But he had them now. All he had to do was find the right people, and the right reasons for calling in their markers.

The leader, the former police inspector, was being held in protective custody in Wormwood Scrubs Prison. Scar knew a guard at the prison, and also had a couple of skins that he had helped previously to get revenge. He decided to contact the skins through mutual friends, and seek their help. He knew the guard would come good, as he was a closet gay skin, and would do anything to remain in the closet. Her Majesties Prison service were not keen on employing gays in the service and normally got rid of them with quick speed and threadbare reasons when they were discovered. Skull had killed a guy in a football rumble 2 years ago, and was currently serving a ten-year term for manslaughter. Like Daniel and Larry, Scar had helped him get his life together, when his parents threw him out of the house, when he decided the skinhead culture was his calling in life. Scar knew him from his frequent visits to his store, and was the first place Skull had gone. Scar found him a place to live, and a job in London. When Skull found a mate, Scar took them under his wing and taught them the gay life and skin slave and skin master ways of life. Skull was the master, and his dominance often got him into trouble with the law. He had to be in the thick of any rumble going, or if bored, would start a rumble to show off his prowess to his slave mate. Skull was never into the drug scene, but when he was at the skin clubs and bars, the scar, Oi and punk music seamed to mesmerise him, and he would dance and twirl till he fell down as if drunk. His last rumble was at a football game. Skull loved Arsenal with a passion, and when they lost to Manchester City, he went berserk, kicking any young Manchester City supporter he could find. One young supporter was unlucky to get in his way, and Skull just lost his head, and continued kicking and punching the youth till he collapsed and died on the spot, his head injuries were so horrific. Skull had pleaded guilty to manslaughter, and received the maximum sentence. He had originally had been charged with murder, but plea-bargaining had allowed him to reduce this to manslaughter if he accepted a maximum sentence. It meant he would be out in 6 years, whereas he would have had to do 20 years for murder. He took the plea bargain.

Malcolm was another skin inside the Scrubs'. He had been a skin slave trained by Scar, and slave to a skin who was killed in a motor accident 3 years ago. Malcolm went psychotic when his master died, and attacked a group of youths one night near the local coffee bar. They were hooning in their supped up car, and Malcolm just lost it. He beat 2 of them nearly to death, and the other 2 also received serious injuries, mainly fractures and large cuts. He was convicted of assault on 4 counts causing grieves bodily harm, and got 7 years, with parole after 4 years. He had only 8 months to go, but Scar knew he would help with this task.

Scar contacted skin mates who knew both the prisoners. Neither prisoner knew the other, so collusion would not be suspected. Each was in a separate wing of the jail, but often exercised in the yard at the same time. Scar also knew the kingpin of the prisoners, and sent him a letter to request his help. Coded, it would get passed the censors, and Scar knew he would receive a favourable response. See, it was his brother. Harry was in prison for drug dealing. He had got 10 years, but as he had money, he was able to bribe many of the guards, and his drug sales flourished inside the prison, as well as out. This allowed him to rule the prison with an iron fist; his protectors' well supplied and well fed. Scar had to get his permission and his assistance before he could carry out any action inside the prison. The reply came back promptly: it was a goer.

Scar then called his gay guard, Andrew. He told him he had a new range of Doc's in stock, and suggested he should call to check them out. Andrew was excited, as he loved the Doc Martin range of boots, and had several in his wardrobe, from 10 hole to 20 hole styles. Andrew would come to the club and shop dressed in his skin gear, but only at night, never in daylight. He was afraid to be seen entering the gay skin club lest he be seen by workmates. He arrived after dark the next day, and knocked on the shop door. Scar was sorting out paperwork down stairs when he arrived. He let him in, and took him up stairs to his rooms. He had never fucked Andrew, but he had always wanted to. Andrew looked great in his skin gear. His boots always were spit polished, sparkling in the light, his bleachers freshly pressed and cuffs razor sharp. His white work socks were rolled over the top of his black Doc's exactly the same amount on each boot top, and always turned Scar on. The Fred Perry shirt, white with black trim, was a brilliant white, and always immaculately pressed. He wore a black flying jacket, but never had patches on it, as he had never found a squad to become a member of. Scar had suggested his own or Psycho's, but Andrew had always declined, saying he could find all the sex he needed at the clubrooms. "Before I show you the boots, I want to talk to you Andy. I need something done, and you are the only one who can do it for me." Andrew was wary now, he knew Scar would not have him in his rooms if he was not serious, and he had an inkling it concerned the prison. "No way Scar, I know what you want, and I will not take drugs into the prison for anybody." Scar looked at him surprised, and then became angry. "Drugs? Do you think this is all about drugs? I don't deal in drugs Andrew; I would not soil my hands in that shit. No, I have a more dangerous task for you, and you WILL do this for me." Andrew was wary now, he had upset Scar, and moreover, Scar had used the word 'WILL'. He knew Scar seldom used this word unless he was determined a task would be carried out. "I don't care what it is Scar, you cannot make me do it. I will not be told what to do. Find some other bastard to do your dirty work." Andrew was scared now. He knew Scar had too much on him, and knew Scar would not hesitate to use it. "Slow down Andrew, you will not get caught, unless you fuck up and don't do exactly as you are told. You will never know what is happening, and who is involved, so you will be as surprised as anyone else at the outcome." Scar allowed him to think for a while, but not too long, then continued on. "You will get me an impression of the keys to the security area. You will also supply me with the weekly guard roster for the week after next. You will bring these 2 items to me tomorrow night, and you will not fail me. You will regret you ever lived if you fail to carry this out. Do you understand?" He looked at Andrew. Andrew's face was as white as a ghost. He knew Andrew had accepted his fate, and was wondering how to get out of it. "No, Andrew, you cannot get out of this. You owe me, and I am calling you in. Now, come here." Andrew slowly rose from the chair, and walked over to the sofa where Scar was seated. Scar grabbed him by the balls. "These are the first things I will cut off, followed by your ears, your nose, each finger individually, then your toes. If you are still alive, I will connect you to the light switch and a probe up your ass, and turn you on. I assure you your death will be painful and very, very slow. Now, give me a kiss, and sit with me." Andrew knew he was beaten. He hated pain, and knew Scar had a knack of inflicting it well. He sat next to Scar, and lay back in the sofa.

Scar leant over and started to kiss him, while hitting a button on the sofa arm. Scar needed evidence of Andrew's gay life to hold against him. Andrew was not aware of the camera, or the fact that Scar had nothing on him bar knowledge of his feelings for men. None of it would hold up in a court of law unless video evidence was available, and Scar was going to make sure he had it. He then started to rub Andrew's crutch with his hand, feeling his cock grow inside his bleachers. Even though Andrew was scared witless, he still responded to Scar's advances. Scar began to remove his jacket, and slipped his braces off his shoulders. His bleachers were tight and the bulge growing. Scar undid the button fly of the 501's and pulled out Andrews cock. Andrew tried to resist, but it was a token resistance at best. Scar moved his head down to where Andrews's cock lay half erect, and placed it in his mouth. He stroked and caressed Andrews cock gently with his tongue, letting his tongue slide down to his balls and sac. He took them all in, encasing the entire cock and balls in his mouth. Andrew had given up resisting, and was now breathing heavier, and his body was moving slowly to Scars movements of his mouth over Andrew's cock. Scar allowed Andrew to become fully erect before removing his cock from his mouth, and undoing his own bleachers, and pulling them down to his ankles. He lay face down on the sofa, and Andrew could not resist the temptation of this sweat, tight ass in front of him. He still had Scars spittle on his cock, and started to explore Scar's ass with his fingers, Scar was an expert in this type of seduction, and could control his sphincter well, and allowed Andrew to enter him with 3 fingers without forcing. Andrew was still hard, and decided to enter Scar with his cock, and found his first try successful. Scar gripped his cock with his sphincter muscles, and tightened up on him. Andrew felt the muscles tighten, and this increased his feeling, allowing him to build himself up to bursting point within a few minutes. He was moving quickly now; wanting desperately to cum, but Scar was holding him tight, restricting his ability to ejaculate. Andrew pushed and pulled, sweat pouring from him, desperately wanting to orgasm, wanting to relieve himself of this fluid of life, but unable to get passed the muscles of his fuck mate. The front of his bleachers was soaked, the perspiration pouring from his head and body, his energy starting to flag, then Scar released him, and he poured into Scars ass all his pent up frustrations, his life giving fluids, his man juice, his cum. He remained inside Scar's ass while his cock relaxed and he caught his breath, still labouring from the exertion. Sweat poured off him, soaking his once pristine shirt and freshly pressed bleachers. His Doc's too had scuffed while he fought to pound Scars ass, and he looked the typical skin after a torrid night out on sex and booze. His cock still hanging from his bleachers, Andrew pulled out and turned over onto his back, lying next to Scar on the sofa. Scar moved closer to him, and started to lick the beads of sweat from his shaven and smooth head. "You did well Andrew, it will make a good video for sale down stairs if you fail me." Andrew realised what had happened, and looked at Scar in horror. "You tricked me, you cunt! You had nothing on me, so you had to get me to fuck you. You lousy bastard Scar, I knew you could be low, but you have sunk to the lowest depths of hell. I hope you rot in hell for this." With that said, Andrew went to get up, but Scar grabbed him and threw him down on the sofa again. "No Andrew, you are not finished yet, It is my turn now." And Scar tore his bleaches from his ass, and with out foreplay, pushed his solid cock into Andrew. Andrew cried out in pain, but Scar did not hear him, or did not care. He started to pound him mercilessly, his rough hands leaving marks on Andrew's thighs. He was rough and fast, leaving Andrew in no doubt who was boss. Scar pounded him til he was ready to cum, then withdrew quickly, turned Andrew around, and blew all over his face. "Now you are fucked! Now you are mine! Your life just changed Andrew, and depending on you is whether it is for better or worse. That is for you to decide, but you will do this task for me, and depending on you, will be how we will be in the future. You know you love me, and you know I have a thing for you too. You can have it all Andrew, it is up to you, only you can decide." Andrew pulled himself away from Scar, and went to the bathroom to clean himself up. He dressed as best he could, his bleachers torn, his shirt covered in cum stains, his braces broken, and his beloved Doc's scuffed on the toes. He wanted to die. Scar let him out. "Remember, 8pm tomorrow night. Don't be late." Andrew made his way home, put his head inside the gas oven and turned on the gas.

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