SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Part 15

The papers were all sprouting the news of the death of a prisoner in the Scrubs. The story was, that he was raped, bashed senseless and then stabbed. However, the doors were locked to his cell, and nobody knew how the killers had got into the high security section, let alone into his cell, without being seen.

The cell was in a high security block. The cells went out like a spider web, with a control station at the centre. Any one in or out had to go through the centre. Video surveillance tapes were checked, and there had not been any movement in or around the cell or the centre. Police were baffled. Forensic tests were being carried out on the fluids found in the victim's rectum, and they hoped to have a DNA sample analysed within the week. Scar smiled to himself. "Lot of good that will do, unless you can separate ten guys sperm first." Scar knew Harry would have had a whole army of guys in on the act, to confuse and complicate the crime scene. No, they may suspect, but they could never convict. This was going to be just one more prison murder left unsolved.

Harry rang that night. "Happy birthday Scar. Hope you enjoy your present." "Thanks Harry, I love it. Will try and reciprocate when your birthday comes up next week." Harry rang off immediately. After a murder in the prison, the authorities used sophisticated electronics to trace all phone calls, both land and mobile. Harry's short call would not be traced. Scar had told Harry that his drug parcels would continue as before. Now to finish off the others on the list.

Daniel rang Scar that night also. "Was it who I think it was?" Daniel asked. "Yes." "Good, thankyou. I will be in touch." With that, Daniel rang off. It was a dangerous time for them all, as Daniel would be a prime suspect, and phone taps would be set up. His calls from now on would be short, or from a public phone.

Daniel was living now with both Lenny and John. Sometimes John would share his bed, with Lenny sharing most nights. Lenny liked John, his simple nature, and village attitude to life. He wanted no more than love and a simple existence. He did not want wealth or fame, just to be allowed to live. John was now living in the house and was part of the family. He still did the gardening, and chauffeured the car, washed and looked after it. Daniel gave him his lodgings and a generous salary, but he just put it in the bank, and spent nigh on nothing. Daniel had given Lenny the leather chaps and chain harness on his return from London, and Lenny had tried it on, but had not worn it again. This night, Daniel was in a good mood. His tormentor was dead, and he felt like celebrating. "Lenny, dress in your leather, John, you are chauffeur for the night. We are going to London." Lenny started to object. But Daniel was ready for him. "Put it on Lenny, you are going to met my friends at the gay skin club, you too John. Go, hurry up, we leave in 10 minutes." Daniel raced up stairs to change into his worst skin outfit. He was going to get wasted tonight, and that meant down right dirty."

They arrived at the club around 11pm. Lenny was self-conscious about his leather outfit. He had worn an overcoat over the top of it, as it was freezing outside, but the club was warm, and he had to take it off. He sat next to Daniel, and John sat on the other side. John was scared, having never been to a skin club before, and Lenny was curious. He liked skins, and had no fear of them, but gay skins had many fetishes, and they were all here tonight. Lenny was fascinated. He felt right at home with the leather chaps and harness. He watched other leather skins with their slaves or their conquests for the night. They were dominant, almost tyrannical, but their charges loved it, and would have it no other way. John decided to be the master, and ordered drinks for the three of them, Guinness all round. John became bolder the more he drank, and even accepted a dance from a uniformed skin. Daniel could see the uniformed skin holding John tightly, feeling his arse with one hand, and his crutch with the other. John was not objecting. Lenny decided Daniel should dance with him too, but Daniel declined. When Lenny insisted, Daniel started to growl him, and snapped like a dog. Lenny knew he had pushed too far. Daniel was getting drunker and drunker, falling about, pissing on the floor, and over himself, and really enjoying the music and drinks. He often went and drank a pint with another table, then retuned to Lenny. Lenny knew he had to stay reasonably sober, so he could take them all home. John would be too drunk to drive.

John came over and said he was going home with the uniformed guy, and Daniel did not object. "We will be at the flat. See you there tomorrow." John left with the uniform skin, a little unsteady on his feet, but the cold night air would sort him out. Although drunk, Daniel was well aware of where he was, and grabbed Lenny by the arm and led him out to the back. There were several cubicles out back for amorous couples to relieve their frustrations, and all free. Daniel pulled him into the first available cubicle, and started to lick him all over. The leather tasted good, and the smell of his crutch was divine. He wanted to nibble him all over. Lenny too was hot for Daniel now, and his hands were covering every inch of his muscular torso. They started to kiss passionately, tongues fighting in each other's mouths for room to move. Lenny's hand started to unzip Daniels bleachers, and pulled his cock out from the denim bulge. His cock was already stiffening, and Lenny held it firm, moving his hand gently up and down its silky stiffness. Daniel was licking his face and neck, Lenny nibbling Daniels' neck. Daniel was now hard and starting to breath heavily, Lenny moved him round, pulled his bleachers down, and with Daniels' stubby tail wagging, entered him from the rear. Lenny loved the feel of Daniels' Tail on his skin. He was glad Daniel had decided to keep the tail for his sake. Lenny was a slow and purposeful lover. He wanted to savour every moment, and let his lover experience a wild and full orgasm. He was expert at slowing down and building up his lover, getting every inch of pleasure from his loving. His love for Daniel transcended the mere slave and master relationship. It was that of a love til death doth part. Lenny held both himself and Daniel for as long as he could, but had to allow them to orgasm eventually, and Daniel blew over his own upper torso, while Lenny filled him with love. Daniel allowed his cum to run down his body, knowing Lenny would clean him with his tongue latter. Lenny did not want his cock to soften just yet, loving the warmth of Daniels' ass. He withdrew when he had softened, and turned Daniel to lick him clean. In turning, he lost his balance, and they fell onto the bed. They lay quiet, Lenny on top of Daniel facing him. "I pray to God I never loose you Daniel. I would die without you in my life. Since meeting you, I have had a purpose to be alive. The hospital was a job, one I hated, until you came into my life. I looked forward to work every day. Did you know I worked 7 days a week for the entire time you were at that hospital? I never left you for more than a few hours, and only when I knew you would sleep. I never thought you would recover at first, but every day I saw something new, and you fought your way back and into my heart." Daniel knew the depth of Lenny's love, and knew of the sacrifices he had made for him. The doctor had told him before he left. "Lets go back to the flat Lenny, we have a whole night ahead of us."

They were having breakfast when John came home to the flat. The Cheshire grin was obvious he had been given a night to remember. "You skins certainly know how to fuck. Man, that guy was insatiable. His cock did not soften for nearly 8 hours. My ass feels like the Post Office Tower is rammed up there. Man, what a night. How did you go?" Lenny put on one of his sheepish grins. "Oh, I see you two were active again last night. Daniel, I need a new uniform, I need to be seen in something more hip than this next time. What do you say?" Daniel knew what he wanted; He wanted a military style uniform to match the uniform skins. "I think we could accommodate that John, we will see Scar later and get some for you. Get cleaned up, we have to see Scar later today anyway."

The others accused with the police inspector were due to be tried later that month. Scar knew he was running out of time. He had contacts in all but one of the prisons they were being held in, and he had to find another way to dispose of him. All but one was dispatched to hell over the next 3 weeks, the last 2 days before the trial. The police were nervous. They had found the same set of problems at each murder, few clues, and heaps of sperm. They had to protect the last guy with their lives. They decided to move him to the courthouse jail 2 nights before the trial, and send a dummy convoy out the day of the trial. But Scar was not stupid, and had the prison under surveillance 24 hours a day. He may not have had contacts inside, but he had plenty outside, and they knew he was in the late night convoy. They were prepared to move at a moments notice, and had several vehicles posted on the different routes to London. Scar had the van. He was positioned several miles away in the area around the motorway. He waited til they were sure which way they were heading, and he made his move. He drove at speed to catch up with the convoy, and pass it. He drove for several miles more, then pulled over to a lay-by, and got out of the van, and started to walk away. He waited till the prison van was level with his van, and then detonated the explosives with a wireless device. Scar had left nothing to chance, packing enough explosive to blow up the tower of London. The van lifted into the air about 15 feet, crashed down on to its roof, and exploded again. No doors opened. The deed was done.

Once again, the tabloids wrote history the way they saw it, and ignored the facts. Scar rang Daniel while he was asleep. The sleepy voice was delighted. "Thank you Scar, your debt to me has been wiped clean."

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