SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 13 - Initiation

Several weeks went past, with business picking up at the garage. Both Browny and GH had past the word around the homosexual community that the queerskins were now in business, and they flocked to the garage for both their car's well-being and their own. Johnnie was kept busy repairing the cars, and tried to keep the extra curricular activities to less busy times. The garage was now taking over £400 per week in repairs alone, and was a very viable business. Johnnie's special friends netted the garage over £50 weekly, with the same amount going to the club. All in all, life was sweet for Johnnie. He was getting great sex with Mick, giving great sex to his clients, and the tattoos were finally finished, and looked great, and he had money in his pocket. The right arm had the crew's emblem, the serrated dagger with the motto "Fight to the Death" across the emblem, and "Protect Our Own" around the emblem. On the left arm, the emblem was crossed with "Queerskins Rule" and "Brothers For Ever In Blood" around the emblem. Johnnie also had "Babe" at an angle across the top of the right tattoo. He felt the part and acted the part, becoming more confident every day. He was as arrogant as his peers, gave the outward appearance of anger to all but his buddies, and could fight like a demon when in a rumble. In all Johnnie was in all respects a skinhead, all except for one thing, he had not been initiated. The other members were fully aware of this slight problem, but had it well in hand, unbeknown to Johnnie.

March 1st was Johnnie's birthday. He was turning 17, and the crew had decided to make sure, that the day did not pass unnoticed. In the traditional way, the initiation was planned for Johnnie's 17th year celebration. Copious amounts of Guinness and Pony Ale were stored in the clubhouse, extra mattresses were found for the many guests who had been invited (mainly Johnnie's clients), and food ordered for the food fight which would ultimately occur. All was set, and Johnnie was sent out mid Saturday afternoon to fix an unfixable car, to get him out of the way, while Mick and the crew set things up. GH was in on the car set-up, and was not to let him get back to the workshop till at least 7pm. For GH, this was a gift from queer heaven, Johnnie was all his for 4 hours. His imagination was in ecstasy.

The time came, and as promised, GH finally arrived with Johnnie. They had spent 1 hour getting the car to run, and 3 hours in leather bondage sex. GH thought the £20 he paid Johnnie to be extremely good value, especially with the initiation tonight as well, and all free. As Johnnie got out of the car, Frankie and Mick ambushed him, grabbed him by the arms, placed a hood over his head, ripped his overalls and his underwear off him violently, then dragged him into the club. Johnnie struggled violently at first, until he heard the other voices, and knew what lay ahead. The struggles from now on were purely for show and not for self-defence. He knew he was safe, but was in for a rough night of sex. The initiation was a 24 hr party of rough sex, heavy drinking, and fights. He would be blooded and bruised, sore and possibly unable to walk for several days, but he would give back as much as he gave, if he could.

The first act of debauchery was to tie him to the table face down, arms tied to the table legs, legs well apart. Each member of the crew then raped him violently, with Mick starting the proceedings. Johnnie tried to move with the table and hit anyone close, but Mick was waiting for him, and rammed home his huge cock, almost splitting him. Johnnie wanted to cry out, but he was determined not to show weakness, and bit his tongue instead. Blood poured out of his mouth. Sid, seeing the blood, started to lick his face and bite him all over the neck and ears, drawing more blood, then licking it up and kissing Johnnie to let the saliva and blood mix, meantime Mick was still ramming home his huge cock with a ferocious energy, with little regard for all who were looking on and cheering. Next in line was Frankie. He too did not go for any preliminaries, but rammed home his cock and started to use a leather belt on Johnnie's back. The pain was severe, but Johnnie kept the cries away and the tears hidden. Sid had decided that licking off the blood was now boring and decided to face fuck Johnnie while Frankie was still going. Garth, not to be outdone, was masturbating as his sexual urges could no longer be kept in check. He stood up, moved over to where Johnnies face was on the table and blew all over his face and head. Hugh decided this was great fun and proceeded to do likewise, as did GH and Brownie. Johnnie was now covered in cum from the crown of his head, to his chest and shoulders. Garth, Hugh, Rupert, and Brownie all had their turn at raping Johnnie, as did 2 new clients of Johnnie's, Barry and Rod.

The party was going well. The crew were all well on their way to alcoholic oblivion, and sex was free to all on this glorious night of initiation. After the first rape, Johnnie was led away to a cage, where he was chained up with a steel dog collar, leg irons and iron cuffs. The cage was only big enough for him to curl up in and would not let him sit or stretch. He was left there for about 2 hours while the party went on around him, as the cage was in the centre of the room.

In all, over 20 people turned up for the initiation of Johnnie. All had their turn at raping him, and again face fucked him while he was helpless in the cage. Johnnie was also the public latrine for the night, and all pissed on him regularly, or made him take their cocks in his mouth while they had a piss. Johnnie was not allowed to miss drinking a single drop. Johnnie felt miserable and wished it would end, but knew it had many hours to go, and many more explicit sexual acts to be acted upon him.

There was an unusual sound coming from outside: Johnnie could only hear, not see, as the hood allowed no vision at all. He was in a black hell. Suddenly all hell broke loose. There was screaming and the sound of glass and wood breaking, Mick could be heard shouting to the crew to rumble, and to kill the fucking bastards. The right wing skinheads had heard of the initiation, and decided to break it up and try and kidnap me for themselves. There were about 10 of them, but the crew fought well and injured 3 of them badly, and capturing one. The rest ran off after a fight lasting about 20 minutes, battered and bruised. The one they captured was in for a rough few days until his gang could get him back, or we dumped him after taking out our fun on him. Never get captured by a rival skinhead group. It could mean your life or close to it.

His fate was sealed. He would get the same as me and worse. They started with the rape, ripping off his clothes, tying him to the table and face fucking and bare backing him at the same time, sometimes with 2 or 3 face fucking at one time. The crew also shit in his mouth and used him as a urinal. Then they tied him to the rack, turned him upside down, and started to whip him mercilessly. His screams were hideous and made my blood run cold. I was still in the cage, but when the fun had gone from the whipping, it was my turn once again. Dragged out of the cage, shackles still intact, I was placed on the table on my back. I lashed out with my legs and feet, and caught a couple of guys in the groins and lower abdomen, and felt satisfied I had at least done my bit for now. My body was lashed to the table, with my legs roped to the roof well apart. I knew this had to be fisting, and I was not disappointed. Copious amounts of grease were slapped into the buttocks region and the fingers then fists were pushed in. I remembered the pleasure I had got from the fisting with Mick, but this was not to be a pleasurable night of fisting. No sooner than one fist was inserted, then a second was forced in. My arse split and I cried out in pain, but was given no relief. This was initiation and no one was going to miss out. Then it was back to the cage, only this time I had a cellmate. We could hardly breathe let alone move, and they left us there for several hours while they recuperated and grew steadily more and more drunk. I could hear that some of the guests were leaving, and realised it was early morning. The crew were still in high spirits, a fight won, sex all night and the alcohol flowing, what more could a skinhead want.

I could hear the captured skinhead crying quietly in the cage next to me. I found out later, that the crew had tied him up like a trussed chicken, and every time he moved, the ropes tightened. They left him like that for most of the night and into the early morning. I was dragged out again later, I had lost all sense of time, and was placed on the rack like the captured skin, only this time, punishment was not as severe as the skin. I was made to suck everyone off, and allow them to blow all over me as they came. I was also continued to be used as a urinal and my mouth as a toilet. I was not subjected to being shit on or shit in the mouth. That was kept for the captured skin. In all, the skin had to eat shit from 15 guys that night. I was constantly being moved from the cage to areas set up for debauchery, and back to the cage, as was the captured skin. I was raped by all the guys 17 times, one for each birthday. I had cum running down my legs and body, I stank like a public toilet, and my mouth tasted like one. I was a total wreck when they finally took the irons off me at 7 pm on Sunday night. I was bleeding from every orifice and could not walk. Mick ran me a bath, and carried me to it, gently lowering me in. The hot water stung every cut and bruise, and I passed out. I was out for only a few minutes, but Mick had washed me by the time I came too. I looked up into his eyes, and he smiled.
"Hi skin." He said. I felt proud and slipped into a sound sleep there in the bath, knowing Mick would look after me.

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