SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Part 2

10:15pm Friday evening I was back in Mile End Park, waiting. There were still 15 minutes until the appointed time. In the four days since I had been dragged (willingly) from the tube train and used and abused by that horny skinhead, I must have wanked off about 20 times trying to relive every moment of what had been one of the horniest sex sessions I had ever had. I had been next to useless at work, every time I tried to concentrate on something I found my mind filling with an image of him standing before me slapping that hard dick across my face. Of course, I wasn't certain that he would even turn up tonight, but I was hopeful. I repeatedly glanced at my watch as the minutes ticked slowly away, imagining what might be in store for me this time.

10.30pm exactly and there he was, coming towards me along the path. He had a big grin on his face. He stopped in front of me, looked me in the eye and said one word "Ready?". I nodded in reply. With that he produced a leather collar and put it around my neck. Next he attached one end of a chain to the collar and the other end to one of the belt loops on his jeans. He turned and walked off. The chain went taught and I stumbled forward, surprised. I steadied myself and started to follow him. He walked straight out of the park and crossed the road towards the tube station. There were lots of people around, particularly all the straight couples waiting to go into Benjys the local club. It wouldn't have been so bad if it had been Sunday, as that is the club's gay night. We were attracting a lot of attention. Nobody was saying anything but I could see the shocked looks on some faces, the smirks on others and I felt embarrassed. Then I heard a guy mutter "Fucking cocksuckers.". My skinhead stopped dead, turned and faced the guy, glaring. "That's right," he said "want to make something of it?". The guy looked horrified that he'd been answered back and turned away muttering "Sorry". With that my embarrassment disappeared and I felt immensely proud.

It didn't take us long to reach his house. He opened the door and pulled me inside. He led me upstairs and into a room, bare apart from a narrow table, about waist height and a chest of drawers in the corner. He detached the chain from my collar and barked "Strip!" I hesitated for a moment. Too long for his liking, he slapped me hard across the face "I said Strip!". I jumped into action, and quickly removed all my clothes. He went over to the chest of drawers and removed a jockstrap. He threw it to me and told me to put it on.

"Bend over the table" he said. I did as I was told and he grabbed my arm and using some rope he tied my arm to one leg of the table. He moved round the table tying my other arm and both of my legs in turn, so that I ended up spread-eagled. There was enough give in the rope for some movement, but not much. My head hung over one end of the table and my ass was very exposed at the other end.

He stood in front of me, still fully clothed. His dick was already rock hard in his jeans, I could see it throbbing for release. He slowly unbuttoned his fly and his 7 inch rock hard, pierced cock popped out. "Suck it." he whispered. I strained my head forward and wrapped my lips around the head of his dick. He thrust forward burying his whole cock in my mouth and holding the back of my head so that I couldn't move he urged "Go on, suck it, use your tongue.". I began to slide my tongue around his shaft and when he pulled out slightly I managed to push my tongue into the ring of his Prince Albert and tug on it gently. This seemed to really get him going as he groaned out loud. He pushed my head off his dick and offered his balls for attention. I avidly lapped at each ball in turn sucking each one into my mouth and rolling it around on my tongue.

"I've worked up a real sweat for you today, slave boy" he said. I licked my lips in anticipation, rembering his wonderfully sweaty armpits from the previous session. However, he turned his back on me and dropped his jeans. Bending over he backed his smooth arse towards my face. I inhaled the wonderful aroma of sweat, there was nothing dirty about the smell and my tongue flicked back and forth lapping it all up. He edged further back and I pushed my tongue right up into his hole and began to rim him. He used his hands to spread his arse cheeks wider and I stretched my tongue out further, desperate to get as far into him as I could. He was moaning with pleasure "Yeah, that feels good, tongue my arse, scumbag, go on tongue it deeper.". He had a wonderful arse for rimming, it really opened up under my attentions. I clamped my lips around his hole and sucked opening him up even more allowing my tongue to penetrate further.

After several minutes he moved round behind me and began running his hands over the cheeks of my arse. "Too cold." he said and with that he slapped his hand down hard across my left arse cheek. Without a pause he repeated the process on my right cheek. He started a steady rhythm of slapping alternate cheeks. There was nothing half hearted about it, he was really laying into me. I started to moan aloud. "Quiet, shitbag" he shouted. I clamped my teeth tightly together. My arse was warming up rapidly, my dick was rock hard and leaking precum into the pouch of the jockstrap. The force of his blows was making me thrust my arse forward as much as my restraints would allow, causing friction between my dick and the table top. I couldn't help myself, I cried out again, not in pain but with pleasure. "I told you to keep quiet." he shouted. He moved round in front of me and shoved a pair of white briefs into my mouth as a gag, adding "I've worn those to work for three days in a row." I could tell - the smell of sweat, piss and man sex was intense and I started sucking furiously trying to extract every bit of taste.

He continued spanking me, non-stop, for what seemed like for ever and when he finally stopped I could feel the intense heat. "Much better" he said, spreading my arse cheeks apart. He gobbed on my hole and roughly pushed in a finger. "Nice and tight ," he said " I'm going to enjoy fucking you". He worked another finger alongside the first, stretching my hole, preparing me for what was to come. Then he deliberately moved round in front of me where I could see him and proceeded to put on a condom "Just so you know." he said.

Moving back behind me, I felt the cold touch of lube as he spread it into my hole. He rubbed his dick up and down between my cheeks a few times and then positioned the head against my tight hole. He paused for a few moments and then with one hard thrust, he buried his cock into my arse. The pain was intense and I screamed into my makeshift gag. I hoped that he would pause to allow me to become accommodated to the intrusion but he was having none of it. Immediately he pulled back until he had almost completely withdrawn and thrust forward again. He started pounding in and out, his balls slapping against my arse, pushing me forward against the table. The pain quickly started to subside and inevitably turned into pleasure. I began to push my arse back as he thrust his dick forward wanting him deeper inside me. "Oh yeah," he cried "that's right, give me your arse. Squeeze that hole tight, make me cum, slaveboy". I was moaning into my gag and I contracted my arse muscles as tightly as I could around his pistoning cock. He kept up the frantic pace. My body became bathed in sweat, it was running off my forehead into my eyes, the saltiness stinging slightly. He started to slap my arse again. My dick was throbbing as though it was about to burst. I was close, I sensed he was too. Simultaneously, my cum exploded from my cock into the pouch of the jockstrap as he cried out "Jesus, here it comes" and I felt his cock pulsing as the cum burst out of his cock to collect in the end of the condom.

He collapsed on top of me and lay there exhausted. After a few minutes his breathing became steadier. He raised himself up and slipped his dick out of my arsehole, leaving me feeling empty. He untied me and rubbed the life back into my arms and legs. He slid the condom off of his dick and then removing the gag emptied the contents into my open mouth. I swallowed it all greedily and then he pushed his lips against mine and thrust his tongue down my throat. After attempting to clean the back of my throat with his tongue, he said "That was fucking brilliant. The best fuck I've had for ages. I hope you haven't made any plans for the weekend, cos I'm not finished with you yet. Are you interested, slaveboy?". I nodded and replied "You bet."

He took hold of my arm and led me into the next room which was his bedroom. He chucked a pillow on the floor at the bottom of the bed along with a sheet. "You can sleep there tonight." he said "Be ready for some more in the morning". I curled up on the floor feeling extremely content and rapidly fell asleep.

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