SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 11 - The Clubroom is born

Mick and I arrived at the garage by 6.40 pm, and moved our meagre things into the room on the left, and placed the few kitchen things in the kitchen in the right hand room. Mick had picked up a crate of Guinness and Pony Ale for the crew when they arrived. We didn't have long to wait. Frankie was first and had borrowed the truck from work. Gerry had donated an old lounge from the back shed in their workshop. It was a 3 seater but had seen better days, but beggars can't be choosers.

Next to arrive was Hugh, Frankie's other half. Hugh brought cleaning gear to clean up the clubroom. He set about it after giving the place a once over and the thumbs up. Garth and Sid were late, as they had been up to see Garths dad. He had an old fridge in the back shed and Garth asked Mick if he would go with him and collect it with the truck. Mick and Garth drove off and the other guys started to plan the clubroom. They all decided it had to have a bar, and they knew where there were damaged pallets they could grab and with a few nails and a hammer the bar would be operational by the weekend. The mood was jovial, it seamed they all had a new purpose in life and they were going to make the most of it.

The meeting finally got under way at 8.30 pm. Beer was given all round and Queer Skinheads Incorporated was officially toasted into existence. Mick was voted chairman and transport officer, Frankie as technical officer, Sid as financial manager, Garth as deputy chairman and bar member, Hugh was club manager and I was workshop manager. This was all put on paper and officially signed by all. Then we all pricked our finger and left a fingerprint in blood on the bottom of the paper. Sealed in blood as they say. It was decided that all costs involved in the venture would be equal shares, with profits the same. In other words, if we loose we all loose and if we win we all win.

There was a knock on the club door at about 9.30pm. Mick got up from the floor, where he and I had been cuddled up together. It was a big guy in leather jacket and jeans carrying a suitcase.
"Been waiting for you Max, where you been?" Mick said as the guy walked in.
"Had a rush job on a guy from the navy ship that came into the harbour today. Had to finish him off, as his ship leaves again at midnight. Sorry I could not ring you, but I did not know your number."
"No problem Max got your gear?"
"Yeah and the design, who is the lucky lad then?" I froze, was I finally getting the tattoos of the crew? However, I could not afford them, how was I going to pay for them? I need not have worried, and never will I worry again over money. I was part of the queer skins forever and we all looked after each other come what may.
"Young Johnnie over there, he has just become a queer skin today. This is his inauguration party Max, and he must be branded before he is fucked again." The crew went ape with congratulations, hugs, kisses, and grabs at my crutch. We were now all brothers, me being the Babe. I never realised how painful and how tedious having a tattoo can be. Max was an artist but he was also brutal with it. He placed the main design outline in black ink on first. This took over 4 hours for both arms. I was not to wash them for 2 days to allow the skin to absorb the ink fully. Each week I had to go and get the different colour applied. This would be another 5 weeks before they would be finished, longer if the skin reacted to the ink.

My arms were very sore when Max left. The guys had partied out, and were just lying around. Frankie and Hugh had had sex on the couch to "Christen it", and were curled up in each others arms, Sid and Garth had used the bed and were now hugging in the kitchen. Mick just said good night, and led me to the bedroom.
"They will let themselves out when they are ready. You need a little TLC. Well what do you think of your new status in the crew. You realise you may be called to work the wharf if we get busy. All crew work the wharf at some time. I have already put you name down for a union membership and wharf card. You should get it within the month."
"Why are you doing this Mick? Why do you love me so much? What do you see in me I cannot see myself?" Mick looked me in the eyes and gently kissed me.
"Me." He said "Just me."

We went into the bedroom, and started to undress. Mick gave me a long sleeve under shirt to put on to protect my arms from rubbing on the bedding. The bed was a double size, the first we had slept in together. Mick was in a good mood.
"We have to celebrate Johnnie me lad, and a little bondage is just the thing for tonight's sexual exploits. Will keep your arms out of harms way and allow me to dominate you in every way." Mick had said he would train me in all the fantasies and fetishes, but he seemed to be accelerating the training. I was unsure at the time whether it was because he needed to or wanted to. As it turned out, he said later that he felt I was ready and was absorbing it all so well he wanted me to sample it all as soon as possible, so I could decide for myself where my favourites were.

Mick had some rope from the docks, and tied my wrists to the bed end. Then he tied my legs to the bottom end of the bed. I was laid out flat on my back with no way to move. I was not nervous, more excited than anything else. I had heard the guys, especially Frankie, talk about bondage, and was keen to try it. Now was my chance. Before Mick had even finished tying the ropes, I had started to show sexual excitement and Mick was grinning from ear to ear. He started with my feet, slowly licking my left big toe, sucking it then running his tongue all the way up my left leg to just below my groin, then down the inside of my left leg, all the while he was squeezing and massaging my buttocks and lower back. He then started on my right toes only sucking them all slowly one by one, around my ankle, and up my inner leg and thighs, licking sucking and biting every inch of flesh. When he got to my groin, I was already fully erect and he put his mouth over my cock and bit it hard, causing me pain but also for my erection to soften and allow Mick to continue to have his pleasure without me ejecting.

His hands were now probing my anus, while his tongue was licking my upper torso, neck and face. Licking my ears, my nose, and my head. The back of my neck came in for some brutal biting and sucking, but I could do nothing about it as my body had limited movement. He kissed me on the lips violently then bit hard and drew blood, then kissed me hard again mixing his saliva with the blood filling my mouth and running down my chin and onto my chest. My whole body became fully aroused and he sensed the sexual pain and lowered his body to suck my cock. As my cock started to stiffen, he moved his body up to a level where I could suck his cock. With blood spurting from the bite, I sucked his Hugh cock . He took very little to bring to full erection, and then moved his body down and started to probe my anus with his cock. I could see , as he slid down that our sweat and blood was creating a lubricant between us. His probing felt different, as I could not assist him this time, and the angle did not allow easy access, but with persistence, I felt the first pangs of pain as he started to enter my body. The pain was greater, but as he entered, the angle accentuated the sexual pleasure and I felt an unusual feeling in my anus. The usual stretching and pain was there, but this had another sensation, one of pleasure, causing my cock to stiffen so much I thought it would burst out of its skin. However, despite this I did not want to ejaculate at that time. Mick gently slid his huge cock into my lower body cavity and started to move gently in and out. Then as his need increased. He started to push further in and the pleasure sensation increased. His body was becoming more insistent, and the whole bed was moving with the sexual desires of the master and bound slave. The feeling of being helpless and frustrated at not being able to help my master was agony to me and yet sensual and exciting. His breathing started to increase, sweat pouring off his shaven head and muscular body, squelching between us as Micks body arched and pushed and gyrated to achieve the ultimate in ecstasy with his slave. His energy and desires were translated to me through his body contact and we came together, me between our bodies and he allowing his juices to flow into me in copious amounts to fill me with joy.

Once again we lay together, me bound in slavery, and he drained of energy. Our love showing in the peace we displayed. Laying together, he on top of me, still in my body, me kissing his head with all the passion I felt, which was enormous. I will never be amazed at love again. It can be shown in so many ways. Even bound like a slave, chained like a prisoner or passionately in an embrace, through pain or violent acts, all are love, but only if you both want and need it. We all want love but expect or desire it in so many ways. How many ways? Need is the mother of invention, and my needs as well as Micks are great, and I look forward to a lifetime of ways. Violence is not love, but violent love, is. Mick was a violent lover, anger mixed with love. Mick was not cruel, he did not love cruelty for cruelties sake. Mick had a passion that allowed his anger and violence to be sated through sex, and through sex he was strong and masterful. This was my life now, and it was an adventure I would enjoy though the good and the lonely years.

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