SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 12 - Rough Sex

Frankie was going to see about signing over my indentured papers that day, so he had taken a day off. He also had to see a lawyer about the workshop and the Queerskins Incorporated business name. I decided to try and fix the Sunbeam Alpine Mk2. The rear lever-arch shocks were week and needed re-kitting. The whole thing bounced around like my balls when I danced. Shouldn't take but an hour all up. I was half way under the car, when I saw a pair of suede shoes with leather pants above them, standing next to me. I slid out from the car and saw a young guy, about 24-25, dressed in leather pants, and a full length leather coat, jet black hair very neatly combed. He just stood looking at me, his hands on his hips, smiling.
"Rupert was right, you are cute". He continued to eye me up and down. "Great to have a gay mechanic on the island at last, now we have everything".
Rupert?" I asked, "Who is Rupert?" I was wary of him. He obviously had money, it was stamped all over him, but he could also be a copper.
"Rupert from the Co-Op, he said he was a friend of yours. I saw him at a party last night. He highly recommends you".
"What can I do for you Mr. Errrr."
"Oh how crass of me, Gordon Hillary-Smyth, call me GH".
"What can I do for you GH?"
"The same as you did for Rupert, 2 hours of sheer sexual pleasure. I will pay you well."
"I have a business to run GH, I will have to charge you for a service for your car and extra's."
"You will more than make you wages Johnnie, much more, and in return, if you like what we do, I will make it a permanent booking." Looked like this garage was going to pay for it's self after all, although not as we expected.
"Ok GH, what did you have in mind, same as Rupert, or did you have some other fantasy in mind". His face lit up when I mentioned fantasy.
"I just adore greasy dirty mechanics and their overalls. I want you to fuck me hard, to treat me as another mechanic you just found fucking your boyfriend in the back storeroom. I want to get down and dirty with you, feel the hot passion of a mechanic."
I thought for a moment, and then remembered the old overalls out in the storeroom, left over from other past employees. There were some old work boots too, so I took him into the storeroom and told him to change. He found some to fit, and when he came out, he really looked the part except his hair, but 2 minutes with me and that would not be a problem.

I decided to give it to him hard and rough, as a rough and ready worker would. I would give him what he wants and get him begging for more, or begging for mercy, which ever came first. If this guy wanted to be fucked by a gay skinhead mechanic, then he would have to accept the consequences.
I took him back to the room next to the office, after first closing up the workshop. He looked good in overalls and boots, and I immediately started to kiss and bite him on the neck and face. I also undid several of the buttons on the overalls to allow me to feel and grope him.

GH was getting fairly worked up by now, so I decided to curb his ardour a little, just like Mick does with me, so I started to tongue him, almost reaching his tonsils. He responded as expected, with his cock standing fully erect and him rubbing it on my rough, dirty, greasy overalls. I immediately bit him hard on the lip, drawing blood, and making his cock soften almost immediately. With GH firmly in my control, I moved us back towards the bed, then, violently ripped the overalls from his upper torso, and pinning his arms behind his back. I spun him round so he lay on the bed face first, pulled the overalls down to expose his buttocks, then with my rock hard cock, parted his cheeks, and without exploratory penetration, rammed it home and kept ramming till I entered fully.

GH screamed and tears flowed from his eyes, he was helpless under my control, my slave to do with as I wished, to violate, torture and rape to my desire. All the pent up anger of the last week was delivered to this slave of my violence. I continued to ram home my cock, getting more violent and deeper with every stroke. My anger allowed me to control my ejaculation until I was ready, and I was not ready yet. This poor little rich kid wanted rough sex, and he was getting it, as rough as I could give him. My hands gripped him in a vice like grip, my nails drawing blood around his pelvis and scrotum where my hands were rubbing, gripping, and grabbing. GH was in agony and I was not about to give in just yet. His sphincter muscles had not had time yet to adjust. Then I realise he was responding to the pain, his cock was stiffening, his balls were hardening and his breathing deepening, becoming more laboured, he was starting to come, and the more I tried to give him pain, the more he responded. I began to like GH, and started to fantasise that he really was a mechanic and with that image in my mind I came inside him, with GH coming almost at the same time on the towel on top of the bed.

We lay on the bed for several minutes, he face down with me on top of him. I remained in him for as long as I could. His body warmth was great on this cold morning, and my cock was warm and comfortable inside his body. After about 5 minutes, I got up, did up my overalls, and went out into the workshop. GH had asked for 2 hours, and so far we had used less than 1 hour. I had to find some playthings to fill in the next hour if I was to give him his money's worth. I searched the workshop for items only a mechanic can use. I was not disappointed.

I entered the room carrying my booty, a tin of chassis grease, a bottle of engine oil, a dirty greasy rag which I rubbed over the greasy floor to enrich the filth. A leather razor strap used for sharpening knives and cutthroat razors, a horses bridle bit with leather reins (horse and traps were still popular here in the 60's), and finally a leather hood (used to cover headlights in older prestige cars). GH was going to get the ride of his life, and was getting it as rough as a skinhead mechanic could make it.

I placed the playthings on the table, and turned round to face GH. He had recovered from my violence and was now looking at me with a sense of fear mixed with sexual excitement.
"You asked for it rough, and there is much more to come. Want to pike out now?"
"No, you are worth every £, I haven't had sex like that ever. You have a lot of anger Johnnie, and I like it."
"What do you expect asking a skinhead to fuck you. Anger is our middle name. You want it rough and angry, you came to the right place. I don't have time to fuck around and your next hour is going to give me more pleasure than it is you, I assure you."

I started to work GH up again, with both of us facing each other, kissing and fondling each other. GH's overalls were a little the worst for wear, and could not be done up. Our hands were groping each other in all the right places. I then went down on GH, and started to suck him off. When he started to harden, I bit him hard on the cock and he relaxed again. I sucked his balls, licked his scrotum, and moved to his arse, licking gently and probing with my tongue. Cum was oozing from his arse and the taste was sexually exciting. I then moved my head up and started to lick his upper torso, licking and biting all the way back to his mouth. His lip was still bleeding, and we mixed our saliva and his blood. I gently moved his head down, and face fucked him for several minutes, then as I came, I pulled his face away and blew all over his face. Then I face fucked him again, only this time I lay back on the bed and allowed the cum to blow all over my chest and stomach. I then slapped his face hard and made him lick the cum off my body, then moved his head back down and face fucked him a third time, again cumming on my body and slapping him hard, again bringing tears to his eyes, but he did not need to be told to lick the cum off my body. I then licked his face clean and French kissed him, his blood and my cum mixing in salty sexual erotic bliss.

We then moved positions and I lay him on the bed again face down. I grabbed the dirty rag, and rubbed it over his face, shoulders, neck, and arms. I then poured the engine oil over his upper torso, massaging it into his skin to make him slippery and shiny. The grease I placed in large handfuls in and around his arse, placed the bridle bit in his mouth, then placed the old leather headlight cover over his head, and tied off the string ties. Now GH was all mine to do with as I saw fit. If he thought I was rough the first time, he was in for a rude shock. I moved him to the floor, placed him on all fours, and mounted him. Like before, I gave him no warning or probing before ramming my cock home as hard as I could, and not allowing the muscles time to settle before I started to work my cock into a frenzy. I started to use the leather razor strap, striking it hard on his body every time I pushed into his lower cavity. I can remember feeling how warm he was inside, the warmth of his body as I slipped and slid over his back, the welts forming on his buttocks and back as I laid into him with the strap. GH was now very vocal and screaming with pain, but I was not going to give up till his hour was used. I rode him with a fury I never knew existed, the sense of inflicting pain was as much a turn on for me as was the pain for GH. I could feel his arousal as I pounded him with both my anger and violence as well as the strap. His back was bleeding now as was his buttocks, but I did not relent. GH bit harder on the bridle bit as I laid into him, tears falling to the ground, the grease flowing out of his arse with every movement, the oil and blood giving a squelching sound as I slid over his body. I was consumed with hatred, not of GH, but at the world, my father, at Jim for dying on me, and the pain of the tattoos from Wednesday night. GH was getting all the hatred and got the full hours worth.

I finally came 3 times, and without pulling out, continued to pound him and strap him. But finally my energy was gone. I lay on the floor on top of GH, our sweet, blood and cum mixing with the oil and grease. We lay in each other's arms for about 15 minutes. GH was the first to say anything.
"I never knew I liked pain so much. At first I felt it as pain and wanted to stop, but as you carried on the sexual pleasure stared to kick in, and then I wanted you to never stop. The mixture of the oil, grease, and sweat gave an almost aphrodisiac-like smell and became very sensual and stimulating. I came several times while you beat me, I just could not help it, the more you hit me, the more I came."
"I enjoyed our coupling today too. The sheer joy of inflicting pain combined with sex is, I don't know, exhilarating I suppose. I have discovered more about sex and myself in the last 2 weeks, than I ever did in my 16 years before. Sex is such a wondrous thing. It can be passionate and gentle, passionate and violent, painful, angry, bizarre, kinky, but in all cases, wondrous and exciting."

After we talked for a few minutes, I led GH to the washroom so he and I could clean up. I left him to change and walked back to the room to clean it up. Frankie was standing there. I forgot he had a key, and he was brimming with a smile as big as the White Cliffs of Dover.
"I didn't know you were such an accomplished sexual partner Johnnie, that was quite an act you put on."
"How long were you watching." I said, worried he would spread it to all the guys, especially Mick.
"I was here for about an hour, I don't think you need these indenture papers, you seam to be doing well enough without a trade."
"Oh! You won't tell the others will you Frankie? They might not understand. I intend to give a quarter to the business, quarter to the club and half to me."
"Johnnie, the guys know what is going on here, they are not fools, and they do the same down the wharf. How do you think Mick always has money? Same with the others, they all have regular clients. We use the money to drink and get drunk on. The money is the crews money, not theirs, they all contribute to the crew as you will. We are all brothers: we would do it for nothing, as we are all angry, sexual dogs out for a good screw as often, and as violent as we can get. If we can't screw someone, we beat the living shit out of them. Simple really. Grog, sex and rumbles. Makes for a full life." Frankie and I then looked over the indenture papers and once satisfied they were in order, we both signed. I was now indentured to Frankie for the next 2 years, funny: it did not mention the sex part of the trade.

GH left with grease still showing on his face and £20 lighter in his wallet. We made a permanent weekly time, and as he left, I noticed he was walking like a cowboy after a rough day in the saddle. Nice to make an impression on someone occasionally.

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